Prologue: Omnipresent POV

The doors of the Bubblegum Castle swung open, sending a chill winter breeze creeping eerily through the halls. Gumball rushed to the doors in alarm, only to grow annoyed when a familiar smirk splayed across his unwanted guest's face.

"What do you want, Marshall? You know how busy I am; I don't have time for your torments today."

"Well hello to you too Gumball. I came here on business, you have a minute?" He responded, attempting to sound more proper.

Gumball muttered under his breath a moment before pulling Marshall into his office, "Business? Oh please, Marshall! When have you ever come for 'business?!'" Gumball yelled, obviously annoyed by his presence.

"My mother summoned me last night and things got complicated. I'm not allowed to return back to the Land of Aaa for a while; I have to stay in the Nightosphere. Perhaps indefinitely."

"What?" Gumball's voice softened, "What are you talking about? Maybe I can help. Explain the situation and we'll try and figure it out. It can't be so bad that you'd have to stay in the Nightosphere… You know how the people treat you there… How your Mom treats you there. There just has to-"

"Stop, Gumball," Marshall cut him off, "These are my people; I don't have much of a choice anymore. Things are getting bad…"

Gumball groaned, "You don't have to be like this. You know I can help you… I have just as many responsibilities as you. I'm the Prince of-"

"And I'm King. I outrank you, Gumball. Just give it a rest."

Gumball clenched his fists and tightened his jaw, "Fine, dammit! Leave then! Get out!"

Marshall sighed and retreated, feeling more frustrated when he left than before he got there.

Chapter 1: Marshall's POV

"Are you happy now?" I screamed, grabbing a suitcase from my closet.

"Quite," a female's voice echoed back, "But Marshy, do you really dislike coming home as much as Gumball says? What did he mean by all those mean things!"

I kept quiet, packing my things in silence as my moments alone ticked away. If only I could have told Gumball the truth…

It didn't matter now. I had to see things through...

"I'm ready, summon the portal."

Stepping into the Nightosphere, I kissed all freedom goodbye. She could do what she wanted now... and no one would come for me.

"Mother? I'm home.." I said, unenthusiastically.

"Marshy…" The devil herself spoke, an ominous smile stitching its way onto her face.

"Heh, heh… Told you I wouldn't take long," I offered with a smile.

"You haven't been home to visit in months, Marshall Lee. Now it's time to spend time with your people and family."

She led me to my room and pushed me inside, locking the door from the outside.

"You can come out after you've changed into proper attire and adorned yourself with the family amulet. Until then, you can waste away into an eternity."

I sat down on my bed with a sigh, knowing what would come next. I knew my mother's plan for me. The amulet was an old family relic, given to us by our ancient demon bloodline. They told us that only the youngest member, myself, could harness its power. However, they never said what power… and up until a few weeks ago, it had been kept hidden from my mother's grasp. The power of the amulet made the people around it go crazy, aka why I had to return. I had to destroy it… but how as I going to do that when I have to test drive it first…

I sought out attire I knew my mother would deem appropriate for a king and put the amulet on my bed, still trying to work out some sort of plan.

"Does it even matter, though? I'm in the Nightosphere, I'm no where near the Land of Aaa… They should be safe," I thought aloud, "But what if I'm wrong and Mother opens the portal? I won't be able to stop myself then."

My head hurt, it was too much to think about with not enough time. I knew it'd be only moments before she'd come herself to fix me up. I got dressed quickly and put on the amulet, already feeling uneasy.