So I've been wanting to post a Descendants fic for a long time now, and finally have the inspiration to do so. I'm not quit sure where it's going, but I hope you enjoy.

There will be supernatural elements in future chapters, just so you know, and also mentions of child abuse/neglect.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Descendants. (I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if I did)

Darkness. It spread through the Island quickly as the sun set. It was always dark here; the sun hardly ever shone through the magic barrier between the good and evil worlds.

Here was the land where evil abided, the land where the most wicked of creatures and humans wasted away. It was a land run by thievery and murder. The residents were fed the rubbish of their 'good' neighbors, living only if they were able to take what they wanted for themselves.

This new place had only recently been populated. Four years before, the king of Auradon had banished the villains to the Isle of the Lost. The worst of them planned to someday get their revenge, and from this hatred was birthed a new generation.

The criminals had been populating the island slowly, and the oldest of the Isle-born children was not yet three. At this point, the most evil of all the villains, Maleficent herself, had decided to produce an heir.

In order to do so, she called upon an old acquaintance from her time before Princess Aurora's birth. He, like the evil mistress herself, was an evil faerie. She remembered him from a time when he had his magic and wings; tall, beautiful, cunning. He still retained most of his beauty, though his wings had been taken from him before he entered the Isle; along with the rest of his magic.

As the self proclaimed leader of the Isle, Maleficent ordered him to her bed. When the deed was done, she had her henchmen kill him in his sleep. Around nine months later, she gave birth to Mal, a small child with vibrantly green eyes and purple hair growing from her scalp.

Not far away, the villain known as Jafar had already impregnated his wife; a young Arabian woman sent to the isle for thievery and treason. She was beginning her second trimester of pregnancy, and was well taken care of by Jafar. He knew she would most likely be useless after the child was born, but he wanted his offspring to be healthy and strong. After all, who else would he trust enough to teach his evil ways?

When his son was born, he was extremely proud (he would have been fine with a daughter, but boys were much less of a hassle in many ways). He was also grief-stricken, as his beautiful young wife had died during childbirth.

As for the Evil Queen, she spent months looking for the most handsome man in the isle. There was no way she would allow herself to birth an ugly child; her son or daughter would be the fairest in all of the Isle.

Her daughter was born two months after Maleficent's, and Grimhilde was only joyous over the fact that the child was female. This meant that she would be able to teach her of all things beauty. The infant had soft blue hair and deep brown eyes, and the Evil Queen was pleased to say that her beauty had been passed on. She named her Evie.

One and a half years later, Grimhilde visited the Hell House, home of Cruella DeVill. She had gone to ask the mad woman for some fabric, but instead found herself helping Cruella through childbirth. The deranged woman acted as though she had no idea what was happening, like she didn't even know she was pregnant in the first place. It wasn't until the boy was already born and clean that Grimhilde found that to be the exact truth.

The babe was small, weak and pale. Grimhilde wasn't sure he would even survive, and made a plan to visit weekly to make sure he did. She was Evil, yes, but that didn't mean she didn't have a heart.

Jay, son of Jafar, learned how to pickpocket by the time he was three. He slept on a broken mattress in Jafar's shop, and only ate when his father thought he had brought in enough stolen items (or when he stole food for himself from strangers).

Maleficent taught her daughter everything she knew about being evil, and punished the girl if she did anything even remotely kind to others. She was verbally abusive, and Mal even ended up with a slap to the face now and again, when her mother 'didn't like her attitude'.

Evie was able to apply perfect makeup when she was six. She ate only breakfast and dinner, and had to be certain at all times that she looked perfect. She was raised to be the ideal housewife; she could cook, clean, and sew before she could even read.

Carlos, Cruella's son, had the worst life out of all of them. His mother often forgot he was there, and if she remembered, it was to either give him a list of chores or beat him. He had countless new bruises every day, and plenty of scars from her tools and cigarettes. He even thought his name was 'Useless Runt' until he was seven years old. Cruella was vile. She gave him nightmares, made him sleep on a blanket in the closet with her fur coats (which he wasn't allowed to touch) and bear traps.

The four of them didn't properly meet until Jay, Mal, and Evie were fourteen and Carlos was twelve. Soon after, they became close… acquaintances. Anything like 'friends' or 'love' was frowned upon in the isle.

Shortly after Evie turned sixteen, they received the news that they would be sent to Auradon. At first they were upset with Maleficent's decision to send them there, but they eventually agreed that it would be a good idea to go along with it. Jay was mostly excited to steal something so valuable. Evie couldn't wait to see the princes. Mal just wanted to make her mother proud. And Carlos; he was just glad to get away from Cruella.

They had no idea what laid beyond the barrier, how they would change once they were free of their cruel parents and harsh homes.

So that's it for the first chapter. If you have any thoughts, ideas, or criticism, please leave a review!