Twisted Fate ;; Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me

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┈➤ Mammon woke up to an empty room. Everything was dark as he frantically looked around.

This has got to be a prank... he thought, surveying his surroundings after calming down.

Click.

Mammon turned around at the noise.

A light was on, shining onto a mirror that looked eerily similar to the one he had been cleaning a while ago.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor..."

Mammon jumped at the voice.

"My proud, beautiful flower of evil."

The voice continued, unfazed by the demon's internal panicking.

"You are truly the ǵ̸̶̷͔͈͍̖̰̥̋̀̓͆̌͜ͅr̴̶̷̮̜̣̼͌̊̓͒̔͝͝é̷̶̸̢̡̠͍̼̝̗͎̩̲̳̋̾̀̓͆͝͝e̴̶̶̢̲͉̮̿̑̆̿͒̐̃̄d̴̶̴̢͓̦͇̺̱͇̲̼̘͑͊̎̀́̕͝i̵̶̷̤͚̱̒̎̇̏̒̽̾̿̓͆̓͂̕̚ẽ̵̶̸̹̬͈̞̻̫̺̯̙̯̬̪͌̊̓͐̌̚̚s̷̶̷̝͎͉̦͔̬̙͕̲̳̠̀̓̌̓͗̂̋̈́͋̃̒͋̓̚t̸̶̵̢̲̥̤̺̰̼̱̺͓̓̏͛̔̀̈́̓̚͝͠͝ fairest one of all."

The voice seemed to be coming from the mirror.

"O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat... Reveal unto me the visage I seek..."

Mammon stepped closer.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth..."

Mammon started feeling drowsy.

"If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

Mammon felt himself reaching for the hand that was outstretched from the mirror, feeling oddly comforted from it.

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash,"

Mammon grabbed onto the hand.

"As I've sealed away even time itself,"

The hand grabbed onto his wrist.

"As great trees swallow even the sky,"

He didn't feel scared.

"Fear of not the power of darkness. Now- demonstrate your power."

He felt oddly comforted.

"To me. To them. To yourself. The hour grows long, and time is scarce."

A bright light shined, and he found himself unable to keep his eyes open.

"Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come..."

His eyes dropped, finally closing as he succumbed to his body's exhaustion.

"Welcome to the Villains' World."

He opened his eyes to find himself in darkness. He blinked, once, twice, thrice.

Click.

The sound of something unlocking could be heard and Mammon was enveloped in brightness. He reached his arms up, covering his face as he adjusted to the light.

"Welcome to Night Raven College, my dear student!" A voice exclaimed from in front of him.

Mammon lowered his hands.

The man's face was concealed by a half-mask resembling a raven's beak. He had pointed ears and short, wavy black hair.

He was wearing a greatcoat over his suit. Thick blackbird feathers curled out from its blue-collar, and the tips of the coat were cut to resemble two bird wings.