Okay...for those of you who know me...i usually dont write fire emblem fics. Inuyasha is wut i usualy write bout. But here it is.

Ma first fire emblem fic

and the usual disclaimer shit.

I dont own fire emblem

Chapter 1

Bloodstained Rose

Part One: Wilting Rose

There he was. In front of them all. Clear as diamond. Real to the core. No pretending, no phantom. It was Lyon. Posessed Lyon. Half Demon King half Lyon. Seeing her friend, Eirika rode up towards him. Her friendship and trust towards him, protecting her against all fear or betrayal, pain, rejection.

"Lyon!" Eirika shouted out with a hint of desperation in her voice to Lyon. Purple Haired with a thin band across his forhead, the crowned prince of Grado.

He looked as if he didnt know who was talking to him. Blinking his eyes , power drained out of them, he saw her. Blurry outline at first, then realizing. Thinking for a moment, he said " Eirika?"

Eirika was overjoyed that he still remembered who she was, after all that they had been through. But to some degree, she still didnt know if it was really him or not. " Lyon...It is you isnt it Lyon?!" she called out to him.

"Yes...But Im...Im almost completely gone." The crown prince whispered to the crown princess of Renais, and his secret love. " Before Im lost entirely I want to apologize."

The rest of the group was silent. Wind whispered into their souls.

The prince continued. " This is all my fault. I was too weak..."

How is this all Lyons fault?...the demon king was controlling him right!?!... thought Eirika, but instead, she said " Youre not to blame Lyon. It was the Demon King. He was controlling you..."

"No. Thats not true Eirika. When the Demon King reached into me from inside the dark stone..." began Lyon, but had to pause and recollect his memories of the past and turn them into sorrow filled words to tell Eirika. " When he whispered he would see all my dreams and desires made true...I did not reject him."I desired you...Eirika...My Eirika...My Princess...My love... "In the shadows of my heart, he saw jealousy...vanity...It was My weakness that put these emotions there, allowed them to thrive." Eirika...You could never love me...You would want someone like Seth...or Ephraim...with their strenght...with their courage...

"Everyone has weaknesses Lyon. You're not the only one. I do. I'm sure my brother dose...Don't hate yourself for having these feelings please." said Eirika.

"Thank you Eirika. You were always...so kind. The Demon King will claim my flesh as a vessel for his resurrection. Before that can happen..."I want to tell you how I feel... "I want you to kill me." " Im sorry Eirika. Im already--"

Eirika, hearing that one of her closest friends wanted her to kill him was speechless. She could not think of anything to say in reply to what she had just heard. But then, before anything comforting came to her head, Lyon transformed.

The Demon King. Inside Lyon's body.

His snarl like voice filled the air. Hatred poured out of everyone's hearts at what this monster had taken from them. Eirika, Her father, Lyon, her country. Ephraim. His father, Lyon, his country, the sacred stone of his country. Joshua. His mother, Jehanna Hall, his country's sacred stone. Everwhere, there was hate radiating to the demon king.

Then, he spoke.

"Oh please... Are you done turning your failings into some sad epic of personal tragedy?" he said in a mocking, souless voice.

Eirika glared at him

"Its time we started then. I have a ritual to complete..." he continued. " and some nuisances to kill" he added as an afterthought.

"Shut your mouth! I wont allow you to desecrate Lyon's body any further!" yelled Eirika, tears shining in her eyes and tretening to fall. Crystalized tears. Threats of blood. " You will not return to this world. I will stop you myself if I must!" and she drew her sword, the sacred twin storm blade of Renais, Sieglinde. Beside her, Ephraim adjusted his hold on the twin fire lance, Siegmund.

"Ah is that so? And do you honestly think yourself capable wench? You once prayed for this fool's salvation. Can you bring yourself to kill him?" said the Demon King with a little smirk.

Tears fell down Eirika's cheeks. She did not wipe them away. She was not ashamed of them. She sat proud and tall upon her horse, unwavering to the tears that fell upon her lap.

"I can and I will." she said with a boldness she felt to her heart. " I made a promise to Lyon and I intend to honor it!" she said with such trust that every one in the room believed her.

The Demon King vanished. He reappeared on the other side of the black hall. Monsters came and blocked the group's path to the demon king. Eirika let nothing stand in her way. She was going to avenge Lyon. No matter what it costed her. Her life didnt matter. No. Not compared to the task that she was going to carry with her. To the death.

The group fought on. Long and hard. Weapons broken. Steel on steel. Fire on ice. Dark against light. Wounds were given, wounds were healed. Innocent bloodshed covered the floor. By night, the sun had waned and the stars had come out to take it's place. They were there. The whole group stood infront of the lone Demon King inside Lyon's body.

Much blood was shed over the next minuets when everyone gave all they had. Sieglinde, Siegmund, Nidhogg, Adhulma, Garm, Vidofnir, were flashing steel blurs as they blocked, parried, attacked the Necromancer. Excalibur, Ivaldi, Gleipnir were summoned against him. Latona was wielded and mended the party's hope and joy.

Eirika brought Sieglinde back and with one steady, strong thrust, pierced Lyon in the heart.

He gave a death filled cry and transformed.

Part Two: Dying Rose

The original Lyon was back

"..." Lyon couldn't say anything. He was in tremendous pain. But he was also in a state of peace.

"Lyon!" Erika had recovered from stabbing Lyon in the heart. She ran over to his still for lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.

"Be careful Eirika!" yelled Ephraim still not persuaded that the demon king was dead. He reached out to grab onto her, but Eirika stopped him with her words. " Its all right. He's Lyon." Then she turned back to him.

"Lyon..." she whispered.

"Ei...Eirika...Is...that you...?" the necromancer opened his eyes a little with what strenght he had left.

"Yes Lyon. It's me." she said taking off her cape and dabbing at Lyon's wound with it. The wound that she herself had inflicted upon him.

Lyon saw her dabbing at his chest and closed his eyes. " Eirika...You stopped me didnt you?"

She nodded, not trusting herself to talk.

He sighed with contentment. "I'm glad."

There was too much blood pouring out of Lyon's chest now. Eirika knew that he wasn't ever going to be the Lyon she once knew. No. That Lyon didnt exist anymore. He was gone. The last of him was dying right there in front of her eyes. " Lyon" she breathed his name "Lyon"

Lyon too knew that he was dying. He too knew that he was gone. So as his last summon of courage, he decided. " Listen...Eirika..." he said opening his eyes a little and looking straight into her eyes. " I never had the courage to tell you but..." he closed his eyes again and sighed again. A single tear fell from his eyes and onto the floor, becoming one with the pool of blood he was laying in. " I've always loved you..."

Silence... Tears fell down Eirika's eyes and onto Lyon's chest. No words could be spoken. Who could reply to such dying words?." ...lyon..." she managed to choke out.

Ephraim said nothing. Just staring at his sister and one of his closest friends. Hearing him admit his love to her was...

So he loved my sister all along...I wonder-

But Ephraim's thought was inturrupted.

Lyon's body was floating upwards. Then, it disappeared.

"What!?!" yelled Ephraim " This-" and for the second time, he was inturrupted. This time by Eirika. "Brother! Lyon's body! Its..." but she was inturrupted as well.

An inhuman voice...floating to their ears.

"...the time has come...my resurrection is at hang...now humans...lament your fate. Weep for the dead. Despair for the living. Wail and tremble in grief. Grovel in awe and fear. I am returned!..."

And with that, the demon King appeared. Like he was 800 years ago. In the time of their ancestors. It was the demon king. He was back.

Part Three: Charred Rose

Fomortiis stood in front of them.

Larachel wasted no time. She brought out the sacred stone of her country, Rausten. Quickly, she and Eirika sealed the soul of the demon king in that stone. But was another soul in there as well?

However, there was no time to lament these thoughts. The now soul less demon king stood infront of them. And so, like they did when he was in Lyon's body, they had to defeat him.

This was it. The final battle. The beginning of the end. The last battle of the war of the Sacred stones. So many phantoms, so many monsters. The group defeated one to have another take it's place. A monster fell for ever monster reborn. But they knew. In their hearts, they had to defeat him. For their countries, for their future, for their happiness.

And they did. So soon...the soulless corpse of the demon king was left lying on the ground. Blood covered the floor. It was over. The demon king was defeated for the second time. Darkling woods would again be the resting place of the demon king. He could never be resurrected.

His body dissappeared. There was nothing left to tell of what had happened there just minuets before.

Everyone was tired, but happy. Eirika watched as her friends all celebrated with each other the fall of the great evil that had turned their continent into a battlefield. Although she too was happy, there was a tugging at her heart she couldnt get rid of. Yes. They were going to all go home, but there were many that had gone on and will never returned home. Lyon...all the solider who had sacrificed themselves...her father...Emperor Vigarde... She remembered the first time she had met them...and she vowed at that moment to forever hold their memory in her heart.

While everyone was preparing to go back home and was talking with everyone else, Eirika set off by herself and walked around the Black Temple. The ancient stone and it's vine covered walls. This would make a good resting place for the Demon King. Not to mention...Lyon... She sat down on the altar. It was made of blue green stone. There were intricate designs carved into the pillars. It looked as if it told a story. She reached out and touched the stone. A great warmth spread over her as if she had just stepped into the center of a ring of fire. She stepped forwards, and under the arch of the altar. The sun was rising, and through a hole in the wall, the first rays of the sun could just be seen. It bathed Eirika in a halo of light and Eirika felt her heart lift. Yes. She would not linger in the past. She would move on to the future. But then again...a future was what Lyon had wanted...and he never got it. Eirika darkened again and sat down again. A future...with her...he loved her... What should I do?...how can i move on if I cant forget about Lyon?...

She put her head down in her lap. She cried. For Lyon. For what he could never have. For everything that had happened to him. For the unfairness of the world in which she lived. She would never forget. With these tears, Ill forget about this. I will cry about this for one time and one time only...then I will forget and move on...Even as she promised herself that, she knew that she would not be able to keep this promise. She would cry again. And again. And again.

Eirika brought her head up. She looked down the altar steps and to the hall leading up to it. She wiped her tears away and stood up. She had never realized just how much she missed Lyon. Not until now. Now that he was gone.

Slowly, Eirika walked back to where she knew her group was. She put on a fake smile and pretended to be like the rest of them, overjoyed at the fall of the demon king. But then, Eirika watched her friends laugh and talk. Yes...there is so much to live for in this world...And for father, for Lyon, for those who could not, I will live my life to the fullest...

THE STORY IS NOT OVER!!!!!! THE STORY IS NOT OVER!!!!! okay...plz r& r :D