Why hello there~ You've probably stumbled upon this profile asking yourself, "Just who is this gorgeous creature?" followed by an urge to kiss my feet. I suppose I can take time out of my busy schedule to introduce myself.
My name is Malicia Morrigan Lillith MaCawber, but you can call me 'Malicia' for short. I am a young and ambitious demoness with a taste for trouble. You may be familiar with my surname... that's because I am the cousin of Morgana MaCawber, the goodie two-shoes girlfriend of Darkwing Duck. My cousin and I do not see eye to eye... in fact I find her to be quite pathetic, having given up her criminal title for that puny little waif who poses as a so-called 'hero'.
I always get what I want. If I see something I desire, I simply take it. Money holds no meaning for me. Regardless, I enjoy the occasional bank heist, especially when my Eviklins and I go on a romantic crime spree by the moonlight. I also love jewelry. That's a nice watch you're wearing, by the by... *coy smile*
Despite my criminal lifestyle, I can be a very loyal ally if you get on my good side. But get on my bad side and, well... let's not think about that shall we?
Either oblivious or indifferent to her torment, he pulled the aircraft in a wide arc and set it to take itself out of the city limits.
"The only question is where to dump hi- uh, it." Resting his elbows on control panel, Negaduck drummed his fingers on his beak in thought. Then, raising a brow, half-turned to the terrified demoness. "I have a few ideas, but you're a woman; where in the world would you most hate to wake up?"
Zooming down through a street, the drake fired the automatic cannon into the local populace below. Citizens ran in terror and a car exploded. Flashing a sideways grin at Malicia, he looked every part the maniac.
"'Course," he snorted, hitting a remote to open the hanger roof. "What kind of moron doesn't know how to fly his own jet?" The plane then roared to life and suddenly they were up and off.
At the flight deck, Negaduck had been occupied with making initial checks and warming up the engines. "Once you're done safely stowing that 'hero' in the overhead compartment, we're right to go."
Negaduck enjoyed turning her on. They were both feeling an arousal that satisfied both of them to the point where they'd throw caution to the wing, anytime.
In the middle of opening the hatch, the industrious villain paused and stared down at her. "That's a horrible idea." A nasty grin appeared on cue, before he hopped into the cockpit. "Yeah, sure, do that."
"Okaaayyy..." he said, coming up with another idea, "How about this? I'll tell him I got the revival potion from Magiel, head honcho of Magitopia, and you kicked my ass on my way back to St. Canard. Sound good?"
When he was done, he was beaten to a bloody pulp.
"Here's an idea," he said, slurrily, "I'll tell Darkwing I tricked you into reviving me, but in the end, you got the last laugh. How about it, Malicia?"
Out of the bank and through the back streets, Negaduck lead the way to one of his warehouses. Only upon opening a side door, however, it was revealed as a hanger. "Think you can handle a little flying?" he smirked, heading in past the Negaquack to find somewhere to stow the loot.
He flipped back on the floor and stuck out his hand.
"Deal," he said. But then, an idea bubbled in his brain. "Uh, hold that thought."
He punched himself in the face. After that, he took out a knife and slashed himself in the cheek, causing a small amount of blood to spill out. Then he stamped on his own foot, smashed his face with an iron, and flipped himself flat on his back. After that, he got back up, twisted his ankle, and ripped open a sleeve.
His eyes narrowed as he glared at the slowly shape shifting Darkwing. "No, that'd be too easy." Swinging the stolen haul over his shoulder, the masked malcontent began to march out the doors. "Grab that idiot. We're going on a little trip... When Dipshit here regains consciousness, she won't only be a 'she', she'll be alone in hostile territory."
Fiddling with his cuffs coolly, the felon continued to act utterly unaware of Malicia's presence. "Quite a few things, in fact... like setting up a Giant Idiot Trap."
"Joy." Eye roll. "I presume you're gonna sneak up on him while I do the distracting? Then you better get moving, toots!"
Leaning casually on the rocket launcher, Negaduck addressed the figure within the smoke, not waiting for a break in the introduction. "Well, lookie here. Decided to make an appearence this time? Not like when I pumped your girlfriend full of tranquilizers!" He laughed. "That witch hit the floor like a sack of dead kittens."
"Looks I won't be needing that flame thrower after all," Negaduck rumbled, impressed.
Producing a rocket launcher instead, the caped criminal kicked open the doors and announced in a booming voice to the panicking civilians inside: "Listen up all of you. On behalf of this fine demoness-" he gestured in Malicia's direction, "-and myself, I'd like to arrange for a transfer of funds - from you to us."
With that, he leveled the launcher at the vault door, and fired.
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