Hey, guys! Thanks for continuing to follow! Just a note, originally, this story was split into three "Parts". Part I, II, and III. This is currently still Part I.

To AughraOfEarth: Yeah, I definitely did make that transition a bit breakneck! Honestly, though, at the time I was writing this portion (Which was back in around February), I felt I was starting to drag out the whole scene in the forest, so I tried to transition quickly.

To R0C95: That's the kind of reaction I'm looking for! ;) Thanks! :D

Also, if there is any confusion during this chapter, readers, please read the footnote at the end.

I do not own The Powerpuff Girls.


Bubbles stared at us coldly, as if we were strangers. She also wore a smug half-smirk on her face that was a far cry from what you'd expect from someone who mere minutes ago was being violently thrust about on a forest floor.

Perplexed but relieved to see our sister unscathed, we turned our attention to the menacing voice that greeted us upon arrival. Not surprisingly, the mysterious bat-figure claimed the voice quickly, as he flanked Bubbles on her left. The slit he spoke from curled into a demented smile, as small droplets of blood trickled down as he showed his teeth. The creature then began its growl again, as he expanded suddenly, as if he was not solid, but a veil of smoke. The creature slowly molded itself into a humanoid form, but he was utterly terrifying to behold. He was half-man, half-crustacean. He was what nightmares are made of. His beady yellow eyes were full of malice; he had claws for hands, a goatee, a red scarf and suit, and two black stilettos on his womanish legs.

"What…in the hell…are you?" asked an utterly stunned Blossom.

"Seriously, you look like you came straight out of Hell; who are you?" I said, trying to hide the utterly incapacitating fear I was feeling.

"Ironic that those are the sentiments with which you greet me with, my dear girls." He said to us in a falsetto voice.

"And why would that be, sir?" asked Blossom.

"Because…" he said in his falsetto tone once more, which then was replaced with his demonic growl as he spoke again, "I AM!"

"What do you want with us and the citizens of Townsville?" We asked, simultaneously.

"Nothing; I got what I came for, possession of a pure spirit." As he uttered these words, he began uttering some incantation, clearly in Latin, and began swirling in midair until a red ring of fire and blood consumed him; this ring then draped over our sister, and when the ring subsided, Bubbles was no longer in her blue dress. Instead, she was draped in a blood-red dress with two scarlet stilettos. Her blonde hair, oftentimes soft and pleasing, was now sharp on the ends, and a wicked fire was alight in both her eyes. Her lips curled into that unsettling, bloodthirsty smirk the Devil had greeted us with moments before and she had us in a soul-piercing stare.

"Bubbles, what are you doing?! What on earth are you doing?! We have to fight this entity! We're your sisters!" I screamed, desperately appealing to any human forces that still dwelled deep within her.

"Sorry, girls; I am here to do the Devil's work." And before we could fully understand what was happening, Bubbles adopted the Prince of Darkness's growl, and charged at Blossom and I. Stunned, my temporary paralysis as my mind tried to catch up with the real world nearly cost me my life. Bubbles faked a strike at Blossom, swooped in behind me, and wrapped her hands around my head, attempting to snap my neck. I dipped down just in time before her hands could properly position themselves.

Enraged and heartbroken simultaneously, the realization dawned on me that Bubbles was now demonically possessed. Our worst fears were realized in a way worse than we could have ever possibly imagined. Not only did we not anticipate being down a member of our team, we now had to fight, possibly to the death, with our beloved sister. Instincts took over, and I charged at Bubbles, preparing to mercilessly beat her into submission. Unfortunately, in my blind rage, logic failed me. Bubbles, now with Satan's powers coursing through her veins, from both her arms, two red-hot flames emerged, and she thrust the flames at me. I swerved hastily to avoid them, and prepared to alter my strategy. Clearly, I would need to rely on some of my more inhuman abilities to best my sister.

Up to the task, I called upon my most powerful abilities that I was bestowed, and fired a heat ray at my sister. Expectedly, she dodged the attack. Bubbles quickly answered with another blast of fire, which I again dodged. The repercussions of our agility and tit-for-tat exchange in strikes, however, were that Townsville was already devastated. Each time one of our strikes missed the target, the flames or white-hot heat rays landed in the bowels of Townsville, adding to the destruction. Simultaneously, out of my peripheral vision, I noticed Blossom and the Devil were locked in a fight of their own. The blue streaks coming from Blossom indicated she was using her ice breath, while the Devil was using a myriad of paranormal tricks to counter her tactical logic, often vanishing and reappearing behind her or simply finding a way to deflect the ice beam and send it into the flames.

Both duels were emphatic stalemates. Blossom and the Devil, deadlocked in a deadly game of "super-powered Chess", and Bubbles and I in a deadly game of Battleship, each salvo more aggressive than the one prior. Eventually, I began to take some risks, realizing Bubbles and I were continuing to keep our fight at arms' length, attacking with fire, electricity, and manipulation of sound waves. Seeing as this had now persisted for the better portion of a half-hour, I threw all pretense and caution to the wind, and charged at my agile, demonically possessed sister. Bubbles continued to fire her red-hot flames in all directions, and I swiftly dodged each, zeroing in on her. Knowing what I was going to do, I feigned punching her in the face, waited for her to dip back, seized both ends of her hair, and took a nosedive. I was going to ram my evil sister's face into the sidewalk, rage engulfing me.

Just as I was ready to begin my plan, which, quite frankly, was to "beat" the Devil out of her, the Devil came to her aid. Before I could even react, Satan came whooshing to Bubbles' aid, and began flying me a good hundred yards from the action. Bubbles began to ascend, and Blossom pursued her up into the heavens.

Unable to escape Satan's clutches, he began to rush into a nosedive, he was about to send me to the grisly fate I was going to greet my sister with! No, not tonight, I thought. Desperate, I grasped one of his crab-like claws, and poked them back into his own eyes and broke free of his clutches and rushed to the aid of Blossom, with Satan in hot pursuit.

Satan attempted to get me back into his crustaceous clutches to send me to my skull-cracking death upon Townsville's pavement, but I was up to the task, and made quick, zig-zag motions in flight, positioning myself so as to kick him a pace back of myself whenever he got within arm's reach. This worked, as I was able, with more difficulty than I'd ever care to admit, reach my dueling sisters once more.

As was customary with this fight, Blossom and Bubbles were in a tit-for-tat exchange of devastating blows and masterful manipulation of the elements. I reached Blossom's side, and fired my heat ray at Bubbles, while Blossom shot her ice beam. Bubbles then charged me. However, she had tried this before! She wasn't really going to attack me! She was going for Blossom! In the split-second it took me to realize this, Satan had grasped me again, I was able to shake him off, but not before I heard a loud "SNAP" from my right. It was too late. I turned, desperately hoping to see Blossom, but instead I saw Bubbles, grinning maniacally. This time, her deception worked, she feigned a strike at me, snuck up behind Blossom, and snapped her neck. She held Blossom in her hands, delighted. The light had already left Blossom's eyes, and she stood in her sister's arms, unmistakably dead. Bubbles then released Blossom from her grasp, and she hit the ground with an ear-splitting thud. The infallible, ever-vigilant and confident Blossom was outsmarted and gone forever.

Even the frantic, imperiled city of Townsville, still coping with the flames that engulfed it, seemed to stand completely still. The world seemed to stand still. The stunning realization that I had failed my sister took over me, I had let her down. I had let everyone down, and now I'd never be able to speak to my beloved sister again. Heartbreak, devastation, anger, hatred, and self-loathing overpowered me.

"Well, one down, one to go. Good job, my lovely servant" said the Devil. He then descended into that now-familiar nosedive, preparing to take my sister to Hell with him.

"NO!" I shrieked, and followed him in hot pursuit. I was not going to let him take her! She was going to come home with me and have a proper burial! She would not be lost to the dark depths of Hell! I had gained rank on Satan when Bubbles herself caught up to me and thrust me twenty yards the other direction. As I had regained my footing midflight, I watched Satan vanish with the corpse of my sister.


Sorry to any Blossom fans!

Also, while I do call him "Satan" and "The Devil" in this story, that is not to be confused for anything but what he actually is: HIM. I just don't call him...HIM in this story, but it is HIM, because in the show, he was technically the Devil, so in this story I just dropped all pretense.

RIP Blossom. :(