I do not own Adventure Time, its characters, its plotlines, etc.

I have this recent obsession with Marshall Lee that may soon pass by, but I thought Iight try to squeeze a fanfic out with what I've got. Hope you like it!


"This is how it's supposed to be."

It was a dark, stormy, and chaotic night. Thick, black clouds ominously crowded the sky, refusing to let a single bit of light shine onto the land below. A strong wind violently whipped past everything, from the thousands of cracks embedded in the earth to the frantic citizens of Aaa running around in fear. The earth trembled beneath their feet, causing some to stumble and trip, only to hurry back onto their feet and continue panicking. From the cracks, skeletons shakily emerged, clumsily making their way onto the ground with rusted swords and other dilapidated weapons in their bony hands. The air was freezing, but people were too busy running for their lives to think about the sub-zero temperature.

"This is who you are."

Large holes shone in the air, as if someone had ripped through space itself. Like portals, they revealed a whole different world, one full of fire and atrocious monsters. Demons of all shapes and sizes greedily reached out for the terrified denizens of the other side and grabbed as many of them as they could. The poor citizens were sucked into the holes and mercilessly thrown into the other world. Friends and family were clinging onto each other, struggling to anchor themselves with nearby trees or rocks or anything they could find.

But it was no use. The demonic forces were too strong for them to resist. They could only helplessly run around as monsters destroyed their homeworld and dragged them into an entirely different one.

"Don't you enjoy it?"

And in the middle of it all was a single, teenage figure. He wore a long, blood-red cloak with a hood draped over his awfully pale face, concealing his eyes. Strapped to his back was an axe with strings that resembled some sort of guitar. He cackled wildly, as if enjoying the catastrophe, sharp fangs protruding from his mouth as his lips moved up and down. His voice was almost melodic, something ironic given the fact that he was laughing at such disaster. With his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat, he floated in a nonchalant manner, his skinny legs dangling lazily over the collapsing land.

"You don't need anyone."

"Marshall Lee!"

The enigmatic teen's laughter came to an abrupt hault. The smirk on his face still remained as he looked down at the girl below who had called him.

She still wore her signature bunny hat, with a tuft of long blonde hair sticking out and hanging over her face, stained by streaks of dirt brown and blood red. She glared at him with those bright, determined eyes of hers, pleading for him to stop. Her wonderful eyes met his awfully black, red-tinged ones, peeking slightly out from the depths of his hood. She continued to watch him as she hacked away at oncoming monsters with her sword like they were nothing. Behind her, a white and gold cat was backing her up, morphing her body in ways to attack and defend herself. To the side was a male, with skin, hair, and clothes of different shades of pink. He wielded two guns in his hands, blasting away any threats that came nearby.

"Stop this!" The girl demanded as she ran her sword through another demon. "This isn't you!"

"This IS you!"

"Marshall!" The pink boy shot a monster before looking up disapprovingly at the floating teen. "Stop this nonsense at once!"

"This isn't funny, paste face!" The shapeshifting cat hollered.

"Paste face" laughed out loud, finding their cries hilarious. Did they think he wasn't doing this on purpose? What a joke! He was evil, a demon. Tainted blood flowed through his very veins. He had the features, the powers, the soul of a monster. He could only destroy. He could bring nothing but pain and fear and suffering.

"This IS me!"

His lips curled further into a wicked sneer. A hissing sound escaped from his lips along with a long, forked tongue that wiggled wildly at the people below.

"Marshall!" The girl yelled again. The boy hated that. That stupid, strained voice. Those strong, unwavering eyes. That simple but attractive face, that adorable hat, that stray lock of golden hair that only made her more appealing.

He hated the way it made his insides tingle. He hated how much attention he paid to those details.

He hated it all.

He continued to cackle, as if the situation were all just some big joke. The boy's laughter was light and carefree, yet unhinged, sounding almost insane. He held up one hand, a bolt of lightning streaking through the dark sky along with a loud clap of thunder. More portal-like holes appeared, linking the world to the other dimension-his dimension-his home. Where he truly belonged.

More skeletons rose from underground, and the hordes of monsters screeched in response to his gesture, obeying his every command. For he was the ruler, their leader. He was the vilest of them all.

He was Marshall Lee, the half vampire, half demon, son of the Ruler of the Nightosphere, the Vampire King.

"I AM a monster."

He swiftly pulled his arm forward and pointed a clawed finger downwards, signaling his army of demons and the undead to march forward and wreak havoc upon the world. His laughter rang above all the desperate screams, the clangs of weapons against weapons, the cries of despair. The cacophony of horrific sounds were music to his ears.

At least, they were supposed to be.

"So, why am I…?"

He lowered his head so that his hood overshadowed his eyes once more. Only his wickedly curved mouth and pointy fangs could be seen, differing greatly from the warm stream of tears that flowed from his concealed demon eyes.


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