Prologue
"I hearby crown you Marshall Lee, King of vampires." After many years, the day of his coronation had finally arrived. The new king looked into the crowd of friends and family, all there for him. As Marshall went into the crowd, shaking hands with his new subjects, two girls ran over to him. One had long black hair and grey skin, just like him. The other one had white hair cut in a mohawk and blueish skin. "Congrats, Dude!" The black haired girl smiled. Marshall managed a half smile back. "What are you brooding for?" The other woman asked. "It's not every day one becomes king." Marshall shrugged. He didn't know either. for his whole life, ever since he was a child, he felt moody. "I'm sorry girls." He said. "You're right, Ashley. This is my day. I should be happy." Ashley batted her eyelashes at him. Marshall knew Ashley had a rather unhealthy obsession with him, but it intrigued him. "Ladies, ladies!" A voice called out. Marshall turned and saw his mom, Hannah Abadeer pushing through the crowd. "Hi, Auntie." The dark haired girl said. "Marceline." Hannah responded, before turning to her son. "Marshall, now that you're king, there is something I have to show you." She took her son by the hand and flew off to a dark room. In the room, there was an ominous looking door. "As you are now king, I must warn you: do not, under any circumstances, go through that door. It's instant death." She started going on and on about how going through the door would lead to death, but Marshall wasn't listening. 'What could be so dangerous?' he thought. During his mother's lecture, he threw the door open and fell in. "Marshall!" His mother screamed. When Marshall hit the ground, he felt a splitting pain. He was standing in a new world... in broad daylight! Looking around, he quickly ran under a nearby tree. While his wounds began healing, he pressed himself against the tree, trying to avoid any and all contact, when he felt something pull on his pant leg. Turning in surprise, he saw a little girl around the age of four staring up at him, her blue eyes wide. She had a bunny hat on that covered her hair, but Marshall still saw strands of blonde hair. The two of them stared at each other for a bit. She looked like she was about to say something, when a pair of strong hands grabbed Marshall and pulled him back into the Nightosphere. "Why would you do that?" his mother screamed at him, angrily. She grabbed Marshall's shoulders and began yelling. Marshall, however, let his mind drift back to the girl. She didn't seem dangerous. Meanwhile, the girl sat under the tree, looking at the spot where the man had originally stood, wiping tears away.