Marco & Star are already married, and Star is pregnant with a son/daughter - that is, until something goes wrong.
Note: The characters could seem slightly OOC, but I like to think after spending some time with Marco Star would become much more mature - as she is also the Queen of Mewni, and thus must run her country wisely.

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They were just about to eat their food, when the doors burst open - and the cold air rushed in, sheltering the entire room in its grasp. The cold gripped Star's arms, biting into her exposed flesh as she shivered.

Marco stood to his feet and turned to the gatecrashers - each wearing masks, except one woman - there was a gash, a distinct one, running from her eye to the tip of her lip - he couldn't help but fix his eyes onto it.

Then Star drew her wand and gripped it tightly, preparing for any attack - any movement. The room was hushed as the woman led her people further in, the Masked Men, or women. She was unsure currently, and cleared her throat.

"Her Grace?" The woman asked, barely acknowledging Marco - as Star blinked at her, her arm relaxing with her fingers slackening their grip on the wand.

"I... invited the whole of Mewni. You must be latecomers," Star said, making large gestures at the crowd to part ways on the bench, "sit down and make yourself comfortable. We were simply in the middle of a feast."

Star was attempting to be friendly, until the woman wordlessly nodded at the Masked Men, and began speaking in a tongue she'd never heard. The words dripped off her tongue, their meanings sour and sterner than her tone.

Any trace of a smile on Star's face was gone as the guests disappeared, and were replaced by the Masked Men, all sat in the stands with their hands at their sides, each pair of eyes focussed on the woman.

"We needed plenty of room," she says darkly, turning to Star, "hopefully you don't mind."

Marco suddenly approached Star, standing next to her as he saw her arm twitch - trying to convince her not to lift the wand from her arm, simply giving her a look to keep her under control.

"Be seated like the rest - then go and collect food." Marco said, attempting to remain polite towards the woman, who shook her head.

"We're not hungry." She says, suddenly clicking her fingers - the air wafted around lazily, speeding up as each one of the Men jumped up from the stands, tumbling into the main section of the wedding.

As Star detached her wand from her hands, she aimed it at the first Man she saw, only to be intercepted by another Man, tackling her until she collapsed in the stands, bleeding from her lips uncontrollably.

Marco desperately tried to fight them off, drawing out a sword and lopping off heads where he could - but soon it was too late, as he heard Star's scream. The woman walked over to the front, where his throne was.

And she sat down on it, tilting slightly - as if she had been born onto the throne - Marco was only slightly infuriated, as he heard Star cry out again.

Star, lying in the stands, was being circled by two of the warriors - one brought out a small dagger, and the other gripped her hair, pulling at it until her eyes watered with tears. They dragged her down the stairs at the side by her hair.

Then they threw her in front of the woman by the throne, as the other Men encircled Marco, closing in on him - and blocking Star from his view effectively - all he could see was their heavy, black cloaks flapping in the wind - and hear Star crying in pain.

The woman, sat in the throne, nodded at the Men, who viciously began to attack Star, landing kicks and punches wherever they could - the wedding was a mess, with the tables overturned and the food splattered all over the floor.

Star attempted crawling away as one of them produced a shiny, gleaming object that caught the light of the Mewni sun - and screamed bloody murder, until a dirty hand was clamped over her mouth.

Her eyes boggled as the dagger was thrust repeatedly into her stomach, blood oozing from the site of injury. It guided its way into her with ease after the first two stabs, gliding in and out, red, shiny, and wet from her blood.

Tears flowed from her eyes, and began mixing into the blood, staining her white dress - they had murdered her child - of all people, her child. She fell to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through her stomach, and began heaving.

Guiding her hands down her face, she clawed her face and screamed in front of the woman, her anguish uneased by it - blood streamed down her face, her nails raking the flesh - but she barely felt the pain of it - and continued sobbing.

They took the dagger out, that wasn't too deep inside her, and one of the Men looming over her grinned, exposing his yellow teeth - as the woman from the stands stood and held her hand up, telling them to stop.

Both of them turn back to her and step away from Star, who continues kneeling at her feet, cupping her stomach, as she continues weeping uncontrollably. The woman tutted and kissed her teeth, gesturing for them to hit her.

Whereas Marco was still fighting strong, and ended up between three of them now, he tried peering through the gaps in the men for Star, but all he saw was a puddle of blood, and was suddenly furious with them.

He violently swiped the air, his fists catching one of the Men on his nose, shattering it, as blood spurted from the wound - and tackled him to the ground, the image of the blood spread out on the floor still in his mind.

"Stop!" He screamed, grabbing the Man's dagger and plunging it into his chest - the Man's lifeless eyes glazed over, and he held Marco's gaze for a second, before his lips twitched, almost mimicking a smile.

He continued stabbing him in a rage.

Where is your queen to save you now?
Did she pay you silver and gold?
Is my child worth no more than silver and gold?
WHERE IS YOUR QUEEN TO SAVE YOU NOW? DID SHE PAY YOU SILVER AND GOLD? IS MY CHILD WORTH NO MORE THAN SILVER AND GOLD? WHERE IS YOUR QUEEN TO SAVE YOU NOW? DID SHE PAY YOU SILVER AND GOLD - IS MY CHILD WORTH NO MORE THAN SILVER AND GOLD? WHERE IS YOUR QUEEN TO SAVE YOU NOW? DID SHE PAY YOU SILVER AND GOLD - IS MY CHILD WORTH NO MORE THAN SILVER AND GOLD? WHERE IS YOUR QUEEN-

His thoughts were interrupted as the two Men suddenly grabbed him - one held his arms, the other held a knife to his throat and shouted out intelligible words - despite the woman herself looking to them, almost ready to tell them to stop.

He saw Star crouching by the woman and other Men, clutching her stomach, as her eyes locked with Marco's. She shook her head slowly at him, and pressed her palm onto her bleeding stomach, only for the men to strike her over the head.

She collapsed to the floor, most likely dead, he thought, as they led her away to the coastline - most likely to dump her body in the sea. He was horrified that this was their end - and more horrified by their separation.

He scrabbled and floundered under the grasp of the Men, who held him tightly and dragged him, as he tried to keep his feet in place towards the woman, who nodded off Star, still unconscious on the little mat they'd placed her on.

"Not so honourable a death, is it?"

Marco glared at her. "Doesn't matter now that you killed my wife." He choked on the word 'wife,' and held her gaze as steadily as he could manage. He loved her more than life itself, and she was easily gone.

"And my child."

"It is unfortunate that you two happened to be star-crossed lovers. But don't you understand, Marco? She's magical. You're a mortal. You simply weren't meant to be."

He could barely choke out his words as he began sobbing, his tears splashing onto the floor below him - as his final signs of emotion, before his feelings became brittle, and controlled.

"Besides Marco, everybody dies." She finishes, making a brief gesture to one of the Men.

"Mewni will survive without you." He quietly says, before inserting the knife into Marco's chest, likely piercing a lung.

Blood splashes over his dry lips, and he doesn't try to accept the fate befalling him, before the knife ends up everywhere, and all his punctured points leave him lying on the ground limply, his rounded eyes rounder with shock.

He can't speak, but look, lying down on the ground in pain - as he turns his head weakly to look at the woman, and tries to move his tongue, speak, anything. But nothing comes out - just intelligible gibberish.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teases, as she nods at the Men to lead her out, leaving Marco alone.

And dead.

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R & R! I want to know if this is worth continuing. Criticism welcome, as long as it isn't "u killed marko ur righting sux!11!" or flame.

~Tangiers