The Tyrant's Pet

[ FORBIDDEN MANSION ]

When Conan came to save Sunny, tackling Marsella out of the chambers, Sunny watched how they fought from the hole they made in the wall. The two were equally strong, but suddenly, Marsella ran off while Conan followed her.

Sunny stayed in the same spot for minutes, looking at the vast expanse that was just silent. No one could guess what was in her crafty little head, turning on her heel to walk back to the bed. Sunny climbed onto the bed, staining the sheet with the blood on her hands.

"Alright," she huffed, kneeling beside the unconscious former king of the mainland. "Let's do it again."

Her lips stretched from ear to ear, picking up the small knife on the side. Sunny held it up excitedly, telling herself no one would disturb her again. With that thought in mind, Sunny giddily poked a finger inside the open chest, searching for the link she already found previously.

However, just as she was in the middle of finding the vein, Sunny stopped once again. The smile on her face faded, raising her head, and looking around at the multiple people that suddenly appeared in this room. She didn't know how they got in, but she was certain she didn't feel their presence until they entered her vicinity.

"What a troublesome bunch." A deep exhale slipped past her lips, pulling her little hands inside the open chest. Sunny blinked and blinked, but the people were still present. She bit her inner lower lip until it bled and then blinked once again.

'I am surrounded,' she told herself solemnly. 'In this world and in that other one.' 

Although it was not clear if they were the same group of people, Sunny didn't dwell on it. It didn't matter. What mattered was their purpose.

"You… do not want to make my papa angry," said the little girl, blinking, and then continuing to the people surrounding her in the Spirit World. "My mama will maul you while you're breathing."

"Take her away," was the order she heard from both worlds, but with a different voice. It only confirmed her faint curiosity that Maximus had another plan. It seemed Maximus had foreseen this coming. Well, now that they figured whoever was occupying the real Maximus's body and this man lying on her side was an old evil soul. Hence, it was no surprise that he had an idea about Maleficent's powers.

"It's sad that you are going after me first." Sunny frowned. "Is it because I am young and easier to deal with?"

Although the order to take her away was given several seconds ago, only a few took a cautious step forward. They had tried before she left the mainland, but unfortunately, they underestimated her just because she was a three-year-old child.

Sunny massacred everyone who tried to harm her that night of the revolution. They couldn't approach her just as carelessly; she was, after all, still a Grimsbanne. And the mix of her blood was one of a kind.

"Or was it because you think I am a bigger threat?" she tilted her head to the side, blinking ever so slowly. "If that is the case, I'd take that as a compliment."

A smile appeared on her face, but it quickly disappeared in seconds. A layer of frost coated her eyes, scanning the people surrounding her. They were wearing black suits, and their presence was just as quiet as shadows.

"Leon," she called and in a snap of a finger, the door flew open, revealing a towering man with his sword glinting under the dimness of the night. "Morro."

In the Spirit World, Morro also appeared. But unlike Leon, Morro was standing with the hole in the wall behind him. With Morro's towering and wide physique, he almost blocked the entire hole. He wasn't carrying a sword, but the cut of his lips reached his ears.

"Morro has arrived," declared Morro, his lips moving, showing his razor teeth and how his mouth expanded to his ear. "His Majesty said do not touch his cute baby."

Sunny blinked, only to see Leon not moving an inch from his spot. However, she could feel the tension building up in the chambers, making her wonder if she should just find a way to carry this man to another room. This room was just too packed and she couldn't concentrate because of all the distractions.

When Sunny blinked once more, a strong gust of wind blew past her short silver and hazel hair. Her expression stiffened, searching for the source of that wind. There, near the bed, Morro pushed someone who charged toward her away.

Another hole in the wall appeared as the thick dust and smoke dissipated in the air. Sunny slowly raised her head, setting her eyes on Morro's back.

"Do not touch the cute baby," Morro repeated sternly, moving his foot, only to create a line on the floor with it. "Do not cross. Danger zone ahead."

"Morro, what about on that other side?" she asked out of plain curiosity, pointing in the opposite direction.

Morro looked back at her and blinked innocently. He glanced at the angle of the bed, realizing there were more openings.

"Please do not go there." He faced his enemies and spoke politely. "That would be cheating."

"..." Sunny pursed her lips. Did he mean if the enemies used that side to approach her, they could get in? "Grandpa just gathers a bunch of strange people."

Sunny shook her head, and as she did, a figure went to her from the other side of the bed. Her expression grew solemn as malice filled her eyes. Using her little index that was drenched in blood, she quickly doodled a stick figure and put a slash across the drawing's neck.

THUD!

Sunny slowly shifted her eyes to the bed, a severed head on the edge while his body didn't reach the bed. Another deep exhale slipped past her lips, pressing her thumb on her fangs to make it bleed a little.

"That's a no-no zone." She moved her finger sideways, warning them, yet still looked adorable. "I can't believe you'll just protect that way, and not here."

Morro pursed his lips into a thin line, feigning innocence. Sunny didn't dwell on him since she already listed him on her nonexistent dummy list. However, when Sunny blinked, she was suddenly pulled back to the real world.

Booogsh!

Sunny furrowed her brows, turning her head. Her eyes slowly dilated, seeing that a man was grabbing Leon by the neck. She moved her gaze to the person and instantly held her breath. The man that had been unconscious for almost a year was not beside her anymore.

He was there, strangling and overpowering Leon with one hand.

"Uncle…" she whispered, trailing off as the man turned his head in her direction. The former king, Third, grinned wickedly the moment he locked eyes with her.

"Mama…" another whisper escaped her lips as Leon's neck cracking caressed her ears. Leon's body instantly landed on the floor with a thud, and without wasting a second, Third, lurched in her direction.

This time, Sunny knew no one would come to save her. Unless, of course, Abel would come to her rescue, which was impossible because Abel was fighting Marsella right this second. Even if Abel come to her or anyone, they wouldn't save her in time.

"Sunny… is scared." Sunny shut her eyes, anticipating the pain, and within a second, blood splattered on the bed and the floor.