Ok i understand. This sounds a lot like supernatural. but let me say this, I like the way that Angels are represented in Supernatural and i would have represented them the same way. Also, you are going to hear angels and creators interchanged in this chapter. So bear with me.

Disclaimer: This is not a crossover.


Marceline wakes up one evening, having adjusted her sleeping schedule back to her normal routine: sleeping in the day, waking up at night. She finds that her husband isn't next to her, but he is downstairs, preparing breakfast for the two of them. When she goes to see him, she notices that the downstairs place is clean and dust-free. Finn has been putting in a lot of work into cleaning his home. When they first arrived home a couple of days ago, the place was really dirty because no one had lived there nor did anyone go inside it for ten years. Marceline just stood behind Finn, posing suggestively on the wall. "Hey Finn."

"Hey Mar-" He turned around and nearly stumbled with the plates of food in his hands. Marceline was only wearing a long, button-up t-shirt, revealing a lot of leg. Finn was struggling to regain his balance. "Ahem… Hey Marcy," he said while blushing. "I thought I would make us some breakfast." He handed her a plate of apples, strawberries, and some eggs and bacon. Along with that, he also handed her a glass of cranberry juice, mixed with a little of his own blood.

"Aww, Finn, you shouldn't have."

"No its fine. I know you can only get full off of red, but you can also enjoy normal foods with me. Also, the cranberry juice has some of my blood, so you can enjoy that too."

They took their foods, sat down on the table and began to eat. Marceline sucked the red out of the apple as Finn chowed down on his bacon and eggs. "Finn… I want to ask you something. And I want you to be honest."

"Anything, Marcy," Finn said with his mouth full.

"Okay… Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Well… Every time I sleep, I have nightmares."

"So you don't sleep at all?"

"No I still do," Finn set down his fork. "I still get tired and need rest. But those nightmares, man. I can't get more than four hours because of them."

"So what do you do with your time awake?" she asked.

"I clean, work out, and cook." Finn drank some cranberry juice. "I also play games with BMO too. I mainly work out though. I need my strength if Rebecca is either right or wrong. In either case, I need to be ready for battle."

"Finn, you also need rest," Marceline leaned forward on the table so that Finn's eyes could lock with hers. "You aren't any good if you are tired."

Finn nodded. "Yeah I know. It's just I have a hard time dealing with it. You know, after everything that happened and everything that is going on."

"I know Finn." She placed her fork down, finishing everything on her plate. "Anyway, since we are talking about that, I remembered that my dad has a study. Inside the study are books as old as him. There may be some info in there on what we are dealing with."

"Marcy, you're a genius!" Finn wolfed down everything on his plate. "Let's go! What are we waiting for?"

"This," She said as she quickly tackled Finn to the floor, kissing him passionately.

Moments passed, as the couple got up, repositioning their clothes. "Okay…" Finn panted. "Let's go to the Nightosphere." Finn prepared the Bug Milk.

"At least wait for me to slip into something more presentable," said Marceline.


Upon entering the Nightosphere, the couple was immediately greeted by Hunson Abadeer, Marceline's father. He was usually ruling the Nightosphere with his suit and tie, but this time he was just relaxing in his lair. He was in the middle of eating a sandwich when he was startled by the open portal. "Finn? Is that really you?"

"Yes, Mr. Abadeer its really me."

"But, she saw yo-"

"I know, Dad," Marceline interrupted.

"And I was at your fu-"

"I know, Dad."

"Then how are you back?"

"That's what we came here to find out," Finn stated. "We came to do some research on crea-"

"Creatures! We are here to do some research on creatures." Marceline impeded.

"Oh, that's great news. Finally coming to the chaotic side, eh Marceline?" Hunson mocked.

"In your wildest dreams, dad."

Hunson pouted. "You don't want to be anything like your old man?"

"Nope." She shook her head.

Hunson sighed. "Well… my study is over there, 50th door to the left." He pointed down a long hallway. "Keep it clean guys, and I'm not just talking about the room."

"Oh gob, dad." Marceline looked down in embarrassment.

"Will do, Mr. Abadeer."

"Call me Hunson."

"Okay."

Hunson stretched out his arms and legs. "Back to ruling the Nightosphere. Have fun guys."

"Will do Mr. Aba… err… Hunson." Finn waved gently at the chaotic monster and proceeded to walk down the hallway with Marceline.

"Sorry you had to go through that," said Marceline shamefully. "My dad is pretty embarrassing to be around."

"It's no problem. I honestly think your dad is funny," Finn laughed. "Why didn't you want to tell him about us searching the creators?"

"Well, based on what I have read about 'angels' back then, they only show up when absolutely necessary. Even when the world was on the brink of destruction a thousand years ago, they didn't even show up. I mean, if you are back and they are here amongst us now, then there must be a reason why, not that we don't already know the reason though. I didn't tell my dad because if he knew that you saw a creator, he would flip. You don't want the ruler of the Nightosphere on your tail. But that's beside the point. We aren't here to study why they are here as much as we are here to study what they, and you, are capable of." Marceline began counting the doors. "48… 49… 50! Here it is."

"You know, I never pictured you being quite the bookworm," Finn smiled.

"Yeah, its kinda something I don't tell anyone," Marceline blushed. "I think being a bookworm is lame, so I stopped about a hundred years ago. Don't tell anyone or I may have to kill you." She jokingly slithered out her serpent tongue as she opened the door. Inside were walls upon walls of books. Each column was labeled after a certain kind of creature. On the very last column were two creatures, Vampires and Angels. Marceline pointed to the last column. "Little is known about creators or 'angels', as you can see." She pointed to the oh so small collection of books, taking only the bottom row of the entire column. She put her reading glasses on and began to take out books to read, handing some towards Finn. She caught Finn staring at her. "What?"

"You look cute on glasses."

"Shut up, dweeb. Don't make me take them off," she threatened. He kissed her, making her smile sheepishly. "Get to reading!" she commanded, and he obeyed.

The next couple of hours were filled with nothing but silence. Finn wasn't a very avid reader, nor a reader at all for that matter. By the time Finn had finished half a book, Marceline had finished three books, publically announcing that she is done every time she finishes. The lack of fun things to do, in combination with his fatigue from not getting enough rest, caused Finn to fall asleep multiple times. Marceline would have to wake him up every single time because he would convulse violently from nightmares. To avoid falling asleep again, Finn began to power through his books. Not too long afterwards, Marceline announces that she has found something. "Finn, look!" Finn jumps to his feet, rushing towards his wife.

"What is it?"

"Its scripture."

"I can't read it," Finn squinted his eyes.

"It's Latin. It's a language from over a thousand years ago." Marceline traced her fingers across the page as she read silently. "Hmmm…" she pushed her glasses back up to her eyes. "When translated to simple English, it is a list of angelic abilities."

"You can read it?" Finn asked.

"Well… Yeah."

"How?"

"I'm a thousand years old, Finn. I was a total bookworm at one point. I had a couple hundred years to study ancient languages."

"I see." Finn scratched his scalp. "So what kind of abilities?"

"Let's see, teleportation, flying, speed, wings."

"I have wings?"

"Maybe. We are still skeptical. You are 125 years old, Finn. If you did have these feats, you would have known by now." She traced the written language with her finger some more. "Wow… If Rebecca is right, then you have the potential to be the ultimate warrior, Finn."

"What?"

"Look at this. If you are a creator, you have the ability to move lightning fast and go anywhere you like in a second. But, it also says that even angels can be killed, but it's a lot harder, since they have a higher tolerance for pain and are harder a lot harder to hit."

Finn stood up straight. "I need to talk to Rebecca as soon as we get back. But how am I going to talk to her when she is never around."

"Hmm…" Marceline buried her head in the book some more. "Oh. It's easy. We summon her. All you have to do is call for her."

"Is there anything else I should know about?" asked Finn.

"Hmm… This scripture doesn't go too into detail. The last thing it says is that angels are warriors and not saviors, which explains why when the world went to shit a thousand years ago, they never showed up," she took off her glasses and looked at Finn. "You do know what this means, right?"

"What?"

"If Rebecca is right, Finn, then we may have a force more than ten times stronger than the Lich. And once again, the only one capable of defeating it will be you." She stood up. "The world may rest in your hands again."

"If it does, then I'll make sure we win." Finn stepped forward and embraced her, kissing her on the forehead. "C'mon, let's go summon her."


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