Thank you everyone who have Reviewed, Followed, Favorited or even read my stories. I am truly happy how people are beginning to take a liking to my FIonna and Marshall lee first story. and I'm happy to say that my first Fionna and Marshall lee fan fic was a great start and I will be still working on it. And I will be finishing the next chapter of Vulnerable for you guys and I thought I'd update this new story for you to keep you guys busy till then. Ha ha :3 This one is going to be semi OOC for the Marshall and FIonna. And its going to be a little bit darker then my other one. Once again thank you everyone for all your support without you guys I wouldn't be able to continue with the stories! :D
So here is your new story of Fioona and Marshall lee3
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It is sad to say...not every story will have a Happy Ending.
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Each step she takes is somewhere she doesn't know.
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Each moment he waits for her in the shadows Watching her like prey
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She will dance in the night, with the spirits calling her name;
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As the Prince Of the night will fight off the Hell she will have to pay.
Dark Soul
Prologue
The Demon of Trickery and Desire, The Vampire King.
It was the coldest of December nights in the small quiet town. A light snowfall outside the window of the nursery. Where a young Demon woman was giving birth to her first child. There were screams of pain followed by cries of pure joy as the doctor exclaimed, "It's a boy!" The cheerful father smiled triumphantly. No sound was heard from the child until a small pat on the butt gave way to a series of pitiful cries of the infant.
The gift of life was a magical one as the family crowded the mother's bed to get a peek at the small bundled up child as his soft fuzz black new born hair could be easily seen. The innocent dark coal hues gazing around in curiosity as the child was passed from hands to hands.
An innocence that wouldn't last forever. As the candles were blown out and the child fast asleep in the wooden crib, the house fell silent. That was the first night to start a future that couldn't be avoided. The child was born with a birthmark the shape of a small crown. He had been marked for the dark being beyond death a curse from, Lucifer himself.
As the young boy grew, his parents taught him of manners and kindness. To treat everything as precious as the wings of a butterfly. One wrong move and you could sentence the innocent creature to a slow death. The bright black haired child was well known in the town, always doing his best to help the elderly and use his manners. He wasn't born into a wealthy family, they had many struggles and when his mother fell ill he kept to her side.
Tending to her every need while his father worked in the of the underworld factory, to make ends meat with the pilling bills. No boy so young should have to take care of his mother as she laid dying. Having to watch the life slowly drain from her, taking her rosy cheeks away and leaving nothing but a pale empty carcass as she passed on a November evening. There he was, in black staring at the wooden coffin that held, what used to be his mother, a now hollow corpse. The tears urged but wouldn't come as he watched the men relay the dirt and walk away. For hours he stood, holding a single white lily in his small hands. After some time he set the flower on the freshly packed ground and wept for the loss of his mother.
For years after his dear mothers death, he wasn't the same boy. His voice had softened to a deep smooth velvet tone, and his eyes had dulled. Marshall was no longer there, just a distraught young man with no mother and only the factories to look forward to as he turned 16. "It's time to become a man and start earning your living son," his father spout at him. With a lifeless look he watched and listened. A few years later when he was about 19 his father was in a terrible accident, As a piece of machinery completely severed his arm from his body.
He lived for about 3 days before passing in bed as his mother had before him. As death was a cruel curse, This time he felt no sadness, just darkness overtaking his once pure soul. He wanted revenge for the cruel god of death that had taken his parents from him. To rip the wings off of butterflies and watch them squirm and die a slow painful death. There was no innocence left. If only he had known what would happen on his 21st birthday. The terrifying truth that was hidden away from him.
After taking all his family owned belongings and selling it, As he moved from the underworld to the realm of the humans to France, finding a life as a socialite. His inviting eyes and sexy grin, making him quite a hit with the ladies. His black hair had grown to his shoulders and he kept in pulled into a loose ponytail, as most men in the 1800's. With new women every night and all the alcohol he dared consume it was a seemingly perfect life for the orphan, until December 10th.
His eyes shot open as he sat up to look around the cold dark room. "Is anyone there?" he asked, calling out into the darkness as he tried to light the oil lamp. Suddenly, the flame appeared itself as well as a man in a dark feathery cloak and fiery red hair, his eyes equally as red. For a moment Marshall lee stared in awe before speaking. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" The figure only chuckled and waved a hand. "In due time child… I've come to make a deal."
At first the thought to stand and threaten the male came to mind before being replaced with a smile. "A deal? I'll hear it." Marshall lee had become quite the gambler and loved to make deals and bets. "Alright Marshall lee, I've come to make you an even more powerful demon. With powers to take the souls of others as god had done to you." He offered. "H-how do you know my name?" Marshall spooked surprised "That isn't important. I'm Lucifer. I know more than you can imagine." The devil himself wanted him to be an all more powerful demon?
"What's the catch?" Lucifer laughed and nodded. "Clever boy. You will have to do as I say for eternity and live among the humans, trapped between time." Eternal life and power didn't seem like much of a catch, but boy was he wrong as he held out his hand. "Deal."
With that the light blew out and only a demonic eerie laugh was heard as Lucifer would appear behind the young ,male and sank his sharp fangs into his neck. Spreading the poison threw his vains. Making the deal and had made Marshall a demon. His black hair glowing a dark black more sinister then its natural dark color. His black hues turning red, but not affecting his vision.
Horns of black protruding from the sides of his head and a matching tail, sharper at the tip than any blade. Black tendrils oozing from his mouth as it devoured him and making him as pale as the gray moon itself. Thus Marshall was born, the Demon of Trickery and Desire. A most deadly combination.
"mhm there is something else I should tell you…You will need to feed of the crimson blood of others You are now The Vampire King…My son…" Lucifer smirked darkly as he disappeared into the shadows.