Hello again! This is xAmethyst10x here, and a new story to read. This is a Marshall Lee and Prince Gumball love story, and will eventually lead to some mature content (yaoi, or boys love). It's totally okay if you're not into this, just move on. A big thank you to everyone who has read my stories, I really appreciate it. I'll keep writing so long as you keep reading and commenting. Visit my Deviantart page (my username is the same) for some art of this pairing and more. Thanks~!

The air was bitter; cold, and dry. The dead months of winter in Aaa were showing their worst, as they always did. The nuclear winters were becoming less harsh, but it was hard to tell. As always, there was a shortage of food, of drinkable liquid water, and warmth. Kingdoms became hostile in these months every year, mostly because the weather drove tensions high. Usually, the small fights were over small bits of property, stolen goods, and simple arguments gone wrong. They were always blown way out of proportion, and though there were hurt feelings and maybe a few men injured, no war ever raged.

Aaa was the post-apocalyptic land that many strange and unusual creatures thrived on. Not many made it through the Mushroom Wars, which were a series of attacks humans set on one another in combat. The opposing countries set off countless nuclear weapons in the Final World War. It was enough to end the earth sixty seven times over. The planet once known as earth was destroyed completely, not by explosion though. But by radiation poison.

Humanity as it was known was wiped out, as well as nearly all life that came into contact with the waste and the rays of poison molecules died. Time healed the planet though, as did a certain amount of magic. New creatures, never seen or heard of before, were given life. Human DNA had melted into food, animal remains, inanimate objects… and soon it was living. Breathing. Eating. Sleeping. Those with the blood of demons rose up, those who had magical relics survived, but not unscathed. It had taken an incredible amount of time for new life to adjust to the toxic radiation, but it had.

So the creatures evolved to their environment, and did what they could. Life had been created out of almost anything. Vampires and demons ruled chaos, which had become the Nightoshere. A boned creature of a bull had taken the place of the devil. The new hell for the new world. Hybrids of all types evolved into well-functioning collections. People with gills, animals that could speak, food that could think, ghosts that were truly real. The planet was reborn, in a gruesome, unruly sort of way. But with time, it balanced itself.

These collections eventually became kingdoms, after thousands of years and leadership. Of those kingdoms, there were two that were nearly equal in force and power. There was the Candy Kingdom, in which a stern, kind prince ruled over his citizens. He was only 19, but was strong and intelligent. He had defended his land and stood his ground for the few years he had been living. The kingdom was located in a valley, surrounded by purple mountains. His entire realm was made of candy, of all types. The citizens and he included.

The people's beloved leader, Prince Bubba Gumball, was made of what his named suggested. Bubble gum. But he was far more complex. The man was a seventh generation of royal, leading his people fearlessly. His immediate post-war ancestors had been mangled candy and old human flesh and bones. Throughout time, they evolved to be better functioning and powerful. Because he had the body of a human, and the flesh of a candy person, he was powerful royal. The majority of the candy citizens had arms and legs, eyes and ears, mouths and noses, but did not have human form.

The prince had a faithful maid who looked much like a round peppermint candy, and served him well. He had a friend who was in the shape of a cinnamon bun, guards that were chocolate covered bananas, and citizens with the bodies of marshmallows, taffy candy, chocolate strawberries, ice cream in a cone, candy corn, cupcakes, jelly beans, candy canes, root beer floats, donuts, and much more. They were not as advanced as their prince, but that was what made him a leader. His cunning wisdom, unusual height, incredible strength, his ability to lead, and handsome looks.

Gumball sat in a small chair, behind of a desk of toffee. Scattered across the surface were letters; all complaints, requests, or suggestions from his people. Some were silly, and he missed the time when the only letters he received were little inconveniences. Unfortunately, many of them were from heartbroken families, mourning for the loss of their son in the war. They scolded the prince for his inability to make peace, and save more lives. Others were showing food and clothing shortages. The citizens were becoming more and more poor, and he was still doing everything he could to help. It was never enough though.

After reading through each white envelope with a pale pink seal, his eyes grazed over the ones with deep crimson wax seals. These brought the worst news of all. They were from the generals, giving reports on how their individual troops were doing. Including the death toll, and the names of the soldiers who died. He looked pained as he reached out and began to read the letters. Twelve dead here, nine dead there, fifteen dead on the east quadrant. No news of victory, no news of even the slightest success. They had lost four hundred of their six hundred men. The enemy, it appeared, was well near destroying them.

Marshall Lee slowly stepped up on the small podium that had been made for him. He was dressed in a dark grey shirt and black pants, along with black boots. He had a silver chest plate and a long iron sword in his hand. He gave a powerful presence, silencing the crowd of soldiers. His obsidian colored hair rested gently in his beautiful blood red eyes. His pointed ears stuck out slightly, and his white fangs hid behind his pale grey lips. His skin was pale, but the living flesh color was not there. His skin was a light grey instead of a pale peach. He appeared to be dead, because he technically was.

The vampire had been in charge of his kingdom ever since he rose up against his mother in the Nightosphere. She was treating the creatures there in such a way that made even Marshall Lee, the King of the Vampires and Prince of the Nightosphere, sick. It was cruel, unusual, bizarre, unfair punishment. He left the Land of Chaos as quick as he could, and to his surprise, at least a thousand creatures followed. He was forced to build his domain from the remains of the humans, on Aaa. There the demon-vampire and his followers created a small empire, and stood its ground. It was located twelve miles from the Kingdom of Candy, and hell had broken loose between the two places not long after Marshall Lee had arrived.

He stood tall, posture perfect. Not one piece of him was out of place. He was a force to be reckoned with and a man to be listened to. All eyes fell on him, and all mouths shut tight in anticipation. King Marshall was about to speak.

"My people! My beloved demons, monsters, and creatures of the night…" He began, snapping up all of his soldiers' attention. "My best warriors. I fully understand just how painful these last months have been. War, supply shortage, hellish weather and death have all crushed our will power. But that, my friends, is what we need to take and rebuild. We need to restore faith in our ability to fight. Now I realize that the Kingdom of Candy has the upper hand, and is not soon tiring out. But we can still win this war, and overtake their territory. I know we have just enough left in us to attack, in a fair battle, and win. My strong heroes, we can finally live the way we deserve to live. I know this now. All we have to do is defeat the candy army. They're strong, yes, but we're stronger. They're quick, yes, but we're quicker. We will line up tomorrow, when the sun sits directly above the earth. Then we will fight."

Marshall Lee's voice itself was charismatic and reassuring. It was his words though that made him such a believable man. He had the ability to move a crowd, just by opening his mouth a speaking. His soldiers cheered and clapped, whistled and screamed, hollered and hugged. They were re-energized and replenished with the hope. With newly found bravery and confidence. He had them believing they could do anything, and that was what mattered most. All three hundred soldiers rallied proudly, and Marshall stepped down to join them. The other two hundred had died serving their country, and had been sent back to their families before being buried into the ground, at last reaching their final resting place.

Marshall, much like the prince of gum, was a humanoid. He had the body and face of a human, but simply was not one. He had been bitten by a tiny black bat when he was still human, just a small child, mere hours before the bombs had been released. Slowly, it killed him as a human, yet allowed rebirth as a vampire. He was immune to the harsh radiation, and did not die. He was rescued and raised somewhat by a kind woman, until she lost her mind. Then another person, the woman of the Nightoshpere, invited him to safety, where he stayed for hundreds of years. He grew from a child to a man, and left as soon as he became of age.

The young king of 21 sat down with a glass of red wine and began to write a letter, to Gumball and his army. The letter stated all that he was expecting to happen tomorrow: time, place, and rules. The first man to surrender by showing his white flag lost, and allowed the other army to take over and do as pleased. He did require though that the fallen men should be rightfully returned home to their families. He signed his name in red, then folded the letter and put on the black wax seal of the Black Kingdom. The symbol on it was a jagged spiral, which was the symbol of chaos. He had a messenger take the letter to the enemy, holding up a blue flag. This was a nonthreatening sign, indicating he was only the messenger.

The red demon creature brought the letter to the candy prince three hours before the sun set. He was creating a plan of attack for the next round of epic fighting. He didn't want to see more men die, but he didn't have a choice. He'd rather a few sacrificed lives then his entire population. The war had started when one of the Black's starving citizens ate a candy person. They tasted exactly of what they looked like entirely. The whole person was devoured. It may have seemed like cannibalism, but it was nothing of the sort. It was as if the demon had just ate the candy from the bag, except this candy had life. Gumball understood this, but was appalled, being a candy person himself. When Marshall wouldn't punish the creature, and there had been an attempt to capture candy people for food, Gumball ordered a full scale attack on the Black Kingdom, no mercy in his eyes.

It was a full year later, and both sides were at the end of their rope. They had gained strength in numbers during the summer, but as soon as the nuclear winter hit, they suffered once more. Peppermint maid entered, curtsied, and said sternly, "Gumball, the enemy has sent a messenger. He has requested your permission to enter your tent."

"Send him in, thank you." She curtsied once more and he nodded in the slightest, then she moved out. Bubba leaned back as two large banana guards stood beside him, long swords in their hands. He sat up slowly, and looked upon the red creature who was completely covered in a black cloak. It got onto one knee, showing it meant no harm, then extended the letter towards the pink prince. He frowned, and stared at it for a moment, then took it. He used a small knife to cut the seal, slid his finger through the fold, and opened it. His eyes studied the smooth and almost perfect handwriting. He nodded again, agreeing upon these terms presented to him.

Bubba picked up a quill and wrote down a simple, short message.

'We will be there, and well prepared.

Prince B. Gumball'

The pink prince who was rather scary handed the letter over to the messenger, then watched as it scurried off. He stood and made an order for his troops to gather and sleep. They had approximately twelve hours of time before they were to be ready to fight. It was do or die, win or lose. Prince Gumball had no plans on losing, and neither did Marshall. Fate would take them, and decide who was fit to win and rule.

The hours passed by slowly. Bubba collected his army, just as Marshall had done hours earlier, and gave a long speech to his people. "Listen to me, my great citizens. I know how hard this has been, but it has strengthened us in ways we are unfamiliar with. We have become a better army, and are certainly better qualified to win this war. I know it, you know it, and your families at home know it. This will be a massacre- a blood bath. But not on our side. Of course, I will fight with you, leading the charge to our destiny. Nothing and no one will stand in our way of victory today. I promise you I will take care of King Abadeer. He will not have a chance to hurt any of you. Hold your heads high, and your swords tight. Live long and thrive, my candy people!"

Gumball lifted his sword high into the air, eyes full of fiery passion. His horse and most trusted friend, Lord Monochromicorn, reared high into the air. The large group of soldiers all bellowed loudly, rallied up, prepared to kill.