THE DEMON PACED RESTLESSLY DOWN THE HALLS OF HIS ABODE. His breathing gradually grew heavier as his patience wore thin. His glowing green eyes stared harshly at the door in front of him. Several flashes of light were visible from underneath the door as the commotion within grew more chaotic. He cracked. His large fists pounded on the door, threatening to tear it down.

"It should be finished by now!" his chilling voice roared.

The hue of his eyes flashed red with the fury emitting from himself. After receiving no response of acknowledgement, the demon pounded upon the door once more. Finally, the wooden door slowly creaked open. The large man standing before the demon cowered upon sight while trying to make himself appear smaller than he actually was. The demon looked expectantly upon the stooge.

"S-she s-says," he stuttered nervously over his words, "you c-can't rush genius."

The demon's eyes narrowed with a glare; however, before he could lash out another voice like nails on a chalkboard, could be heard from inside, "Kronk, you bumbling fool!"

The large man shot straight up, hitting his head on the stone arch of the doorway. He immediately winced in pain and placed a hand on his head while looking up at the impetus behind his pain.

The grating voice continued with no care for the man's well-being, "Get back inside this instant, I require more than one set of hands!"

"Coming, Yzma!" Kronk quickly shouted despite being relatively nearby.

Kronk turned on his heels, eager to rid himself from the demon's presence, and slammed the door shut. The demon growled and pulled on the horns of his head beyond frustration. In response, black tendrils leaked from his form causing the already decrepit stone structure to crumble further. His tantrum was halted when a lavender smoke began to emerge in wisps from underneath the door. Sounds of potions mixing while being poured into one another completed the effect of calming the demon. Moving on down the hall, he paused at another door. He raised his fist to pound on this second door; however, the door swung open before his fist came crashing down. He regained his composure before stepping into the room. Just in front of the open doorway rest an ebony bird on a pedestal.

"It's not time yet," the bird crowed cocking its head to look at the demon.

The demon swatted the creature aside only for the need to cover his ears as a high-pitched shriek emerged from the mouth of an elderly lady. She rushed to her beloved pet's side cooing over any possible injury. She turned and glared at the demon, who simply rolled his eyes.

"I don't have time for this, Witch," the demon growled, "back to work with your other spawn!"

Several of the women within the room frowned while surveying the presence of each individual and coming to a similar conclusion. Only one was bold enough to step forward and address the demon's misspoken words. With ice white hair sticking up from the top of her head, the purple skinned cecaelia approached him.

"Not all within this chamber are witches, there is a distinct difference," the cecaelia retorted while looking at a few of the other women with disdain.

"Does it look like I care about that distinction, Ursula?" the demon asked rhetorically with a frown before growling, "You each serve a purpose within this chamber, and if that purpose is not fulfilled consequences will be invoked!"

The cecaelia slunk backwards rejoining the other women with her eyes downcast. Silence hung in the air. The demon glared at the witches a moment longer before he turned his back to them and walked outside of the chamber.

"Just as I thought," he muttered audibly for them to hear.

He turned back toward them and grinned with satisfaction as each cowered. He reached out and grasped the rough wood of the door in his palm before slamming it shut himself. He turned on his heels toward the final door. He threw the door open, abandoning the thought of knocking, and tore it from its hinges.

A being with flames for hair looked up from his work in surprise, "Cool it, buddy, we're trying to finish up around here."

"You're one to speak, Hades," the demon said with a frown while rolling his eyes.

The god shrugged his shoulders, but his casual cocky expression remained on his countenance. The demon brushed passed him in annoyance. He turned to address the other male magicians and magical beings present in the room while surveying the presence of each.

"I expect positive results," the demon stated closely to a question.

From the corner a low yawn could be heard as a figure slipped out of the shadows. The cat-like being shook his mane to and fro, and stretched as if just awakening from a nap. The lion regally approached the demon.

"We're just about finished, actually," the cat purred, "How are the others faring?"

The demon did his best to remain calm in his composure; however, rage was detectable within his voice, "Clearly they're incapable of the meager task presented to them."

"If it truly is meager, why do you require their assistance," the lion chuckled under his breath.

The demon frowned and elected to ignore the cat's jabbed retort, "I wish to see it."

"As you wish, follow me," the lion proceeded further into the chamber.

The large cat stopped in front of a shelf full of transparent vials filled to the brim with an oozing red liquid. The demon looked upon the stash impressed with the product. He took a vial within his obsidian palm before holding it up before his eyes with a clawed hand. The grin on his face grew while looking at his reflection shown within the glass. The red liquid bubbled within the vial, and he could feel the power radiating from the small object.

"This will do..." the demon spoke with content, "not bad... not bad at all."

Several shrill squeals, screeches, and cackles resounded from further down the hall announcing the other chambers had finally succeeded in accomplishing their goal as well. The demon snatched a few more of the red vials in his hands, deceptively being careful as not to shatter one. He quickly exited the chamber and made his way into a room that vaguely resembled a ballroom you'd find within a palace. The demon waited patiently for his pawns to make their entrances, so his dastardly ploy could be initiated.

He cleared his throat, and his deep voice resonated off the crumbling walls of the chamber, "Today is our day."

He paused allowing time from the raucous cheers to silence themselves. As he spoke, he took the red vials and began to pour them into a large cauldron. He gestured for one of the witches to bring him their vial and repeated the gesture for the chemist's glass. He looked down at the sickly lime and lavender hues from the new vials.

"Once we combine our efforts," the demon paused while uncapping the glass containers, "we shall have the key to Disney's undoing."

He turned his attention back to the cauldron and gradually poured the other vials into the abyss. The colors swirled and mixed together creating a solid color darker than the demons very soul and being. The witches gathered around the cool metal of the cauldron before joining together and initiating low, but intimidating sounds of chanting. The demon grinned and approached a veiled object. He ripped the sheet from its location revealing a sleek reflective surface that had been "donated" by the Evil Queen for whatever purpose the demonic entity wished to use it for.

"Magic Mirror, on the wall," the demon growled, "who shall be the one to conquer all."

The magic mirror's surface began to shimmer, "Destruction and demise you've achieved for your own, but your victory is a seed that can never be sown."

Images of the villains' defeat played across the smooth surface, with each ending similar to the last. The villains frowned, and many began to jeer and snarl. The demon's expression reflected one of rage and indignation. He snatched one of the empty vials and threw it into the cauldron drawing the ebony liquid into the container. He winced with discomfort, but he felt no burn due to the callousness of his hands.

"Not for long," he spoke through grit teeth, sending chills over those in the chamber.

He stormed down the halls carrying the bubbling liquid. He rotated it while he walked ensuring the mixture was entirely settled. He paused at the balcony overlooking the forest that gradually shifted from death to life. He overlooked everything, and soon realized he was almost hesitant to continue with all he'd worked for. However, one particular sight enraged him all the more. He threw the vial down toward the earth and watched as the glass shattered across the broken ground. Those around him gasped and began to mutter complaints; however, a low rumble was heard from the demon's mouth. They looked upon the beast with sheer horror after the rumble shifted into a maniacal howl of laughter.

The black liquid oozed around the shattered glass before slowly turning into a powder. A breeze entered the atmosphere that quickly grew into gusts of wind. The dust was blown from the ground into the sky, and an ominous cloud was formed. Energy shot around and within the smog while colors of rage, envy, and frustration fizzled and created tension in the air. The billowing cloud grew and loomed over the crumbling walls of the demon's abode. The wind grew more violent as the cloud created a funnel around the decrepit structure. An ebony, ink-like liquid was slowly drawn up into the storm dragging and absorbing everything with it. Several of the demon's slaves began to panic after noticing the obsidian blotches had formed on their own flesh as well. The demon stood calm and surveyed all that was occurring with awe. The world around him slowly obliterated, and only he knew what the true results of his curse were to be. He grinned deviously and turned toward the sleek reflecting surface that contained power of great annoyance. Determined to have the last laugh of satisfaction, he approached the mirror with a smug expression on his face as it perceptively broke free from the wall.

"Magic Mirror torn from my wall," the demon spoke against the rushing wind, "who shall be the one to conquer all?"

The reflective surface shimmered once more displaying the answer the demon had wished for all along. Cracks began to form across the smooth surface due to the increasing pressure and chaos of the atmosphere. A pained expression flashed across the looking glass as the male apparition from within made an appearance.

"'Tis true, Chernabog, shall conquer all," the mirror winced as he shattered further, "but pride is often before the fall. You may have bested these heroes today, but there is more I'm required to say. A prophecy is what I speak, one in which your future is bleak. No magic or wishes will be found there, so no complaints of it being unfair. In this new world you will find heroes of the unlikeliest kind. They shall not be fooled, so take heed since you are the one who planted the seed. They shall invade your land, this group of eight, though young at heart they shall control your fate. My warning is given. I suggest you beware, as all disappears from your dastardly lair."

A moment after chanting his final words, the surface of the mirror shattered entirely and was absorbed into the storm above like everything else before him had been. Chernabog frowned in the direction the reflective apparition had previously been. He placed the prophecy out of mind, but not out of memory. He closed his eyes taking in the last of his home before the destruction swept him up as well. However, he could not remove the thought from his mind that the kingdom of his power might also be one of his own demise.