This is a story between Hunson Abadeer and Fionna, sorry if it's not that amazing, first time writing a fic! Wow, here I go!

* Hunson doesn't look like he does in the actual cartoon, he looks more serious.

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Chapter 1

So much for being an evil overlord over those who wronged in their life time, right? The power to control how the peoples final hour would be before their final decent to Death's lair and having the place in constant chaos should leave you with an evil bitterness in your soul, right? Wrong.
He had been summoned before to the land above, a place called Ooo, or is now called that. He fell in love with a beautiful woman and soon after had a daughter named Marceline. Time passes, people die, and interests begin to fade. He eventually lost the love of his life in an unknown accident, and eventually his daughter hating him for hundreds of years for it and other events.
So you'd think that would make him want more chaos and less deaths in his land? Hell yeah it does, he had not let anyone die for almost a thousand years, letting the number of people grow into the billions. This caused problems with Death as they both had a deal of Hunson delivering their souls at a certain time, and Death does not take the man's soul. Eventually he ended the deal and had a seal placed that did not allow Death back into his lair, the Nightosphere.

Hundreds of years passed, an ever bitter and ever hateful feeling grew and grew, eventually turning into pure madness.

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"Sire, please forgive me! It won't ever happen again! I promise not to-" silenced before he could finish pleading with his Lord with a shock of some sort of green beam from a small cloud next to him. "Call me by my name or my full title, you know better. All of you!" The crowd of terrified demons shook and gathered together, mumbling his name and title. Whispers of "Yes Lord of Evil," to "Of course Hunson Abadeer," and even "Yes yes !" filled the room.

"Leave me now, you filthy creatures." He let loose a few lightning strikes into the crowd, missing most but hitting a few unlucky fellows in the way. Hunson sighed and sat back in his seat, crossing a leg over the other and loosening his tie to a hanging mess around his neck. "Dammit, I tire of these screams, terrors, and howls for mercy. You'd think I'd enjoy it, wouldn't you?" He rubbed his eyes with his right hand in frustration and let the other hang over the arm rest. "Even after your bittersweet dissaperence, you still effect me, my dear." He looked over at a picture frame that was on the table to his left, is right hand now rubbing the side of his head. "... I can't bear this any longer." He grabs the picture and slowly places it facing down on the table, frustrated at himself that he did that.

After hours of sitting there in frustration, he was awakened by a few loud bangs. He sat there for a few minutes, but the banging began to grow louder and more constant. Eventually he stood up, tired of the banging. He did not bother fixing his tie or throwing his coat over and headed towards the door, his eyes dilating as he got into a bitter mood. He was expecting it to be some idiotic lesser demon and was getting ready to take their soul for being a bother. Hunson quickly flung the door open and yelled, "I'VE HAD ENO-..." He stopped and saw no one at first but then quickly looked down and saw a lone girl with a curious little white hat and two ears coming out from the top. "I uhm... Who are you?" He raised an eyebrow as he leaned to the left against the door frame and began to fix his tie. She was a tiny little thing, early teens perhaps? Who knows, Marceline looks like a young adult even though she is reall an old woman.

To be continued.