A/N: Phew. After a LONG hiatus (wow, writer's block) I've finally updated. Sorry for the long wait. Here is the next chapter:

Mewni Centre, Mewni

Mr Leon stood outside, in Mewni, having taken the form of the Queen. He couldn't quite believe the heavy amount of makeup on his face, nor the ridiculous way his hair was up - or the clear white dye. His hair was itchy, too.

He yanked at it, then dusted himself off irritably, proceeding to step forward, into the town centre. Nobody even noticed him - everyone was wrapped up in the concept of the missing queen, that they didn't realise she was alive and well.

Er. Or rather, he was.

Eventually, he stopped in front of Mewni Palace and grinned to himself, rapping on the door - his knuckles were sore, but he greeted the guard at the door with a stern look, bobbing a curtsey respectfully in case he wasn't a guard.

"Your Grace." He says, surprise twinkling in his eyes briefly - he concealed any sign of emotion instantly, reaching out for her. Then he guided her into the beauty that was Mewni Palace - it suddenly occurred to the guard that she seemed quieter, and stiffer.

The King slowly rose from his seat as she, no, he, stood in front of him, bobbing a curtsey. Something mashed up inside of him, as he suddenly burst into tears. At once, someone appeared from the door and tottered into the room.

Quietly comforting him, whilst dabbing at the king's eyes with a tissue, the man retreated to the door and disappeared through it with the soiled tissues. Nothing more was uttered - the room was hushed as the king dashed towards his queen.

And gripped her. Tightly. Mr Leon grunted a little, a strangled noise coming out from his mouth that the king barely noticed. Fixing up his crown and hair, resisting the urge to scratch his hair again, Mr Leon eventually pulled out of the hug.

He smelt tears and sweat on the king, and suddenly found that he felt miserable. "Star." It was one syllable that he exaggerated, to the point where he choked out the words. And the King understood her… him… instantly.

Mr Leon was still confused, as he could feel the emotions swimming in his vision, and somehow, wherever the queen was, she was influencing her. Him.

He kept forgetting who he was.

"Star indeed." He whispers back, his voice low and husky.

Then he gestures to his court, and the guards lead the two back to their private chambers - the doors are guarded tightly, and Mr Leon's heart is broken further by the horror of this. Because he knew… what he had to do.

It was for Ludo, he tried to justify it to himself - and was soon brought back to Mewni, by the king's voice. The look in his eyes was distant and lacking, and he could barely focus on the king, but managed to half-heartedly lean forward.

Her… his lips rested on the king's cheek, who smiled to himself sadly - because the look was still there, ever present in his… her eyes.

When his lips connect with the king's cheek, Mr Leon flees, but the Queen's body remains.

And he suddenly cries. It's a high pitched mewl at first, that turns into full out bawling - his face is ugly, his makeup ruined… and her eyes watery and eyelashes spiky. The air was thick with his sadness, that he felt cloud over the king, and seemed to flow through the window.

The closed window.

He looks over to the window to see the misty-like substance drifting through the air - the queen was in the well.

The queen is in the well. He continued to remind himself this, repeating it like a mantra. Then he was interrupted as the king wraps his arms around her.

Him.

The king wraps his arms around him in a tight embrace, and whispers my sweet queen, dear queen, my lovely, kindhearted queen, beautiful queen, my fair lady, my lady. It's just babble that makes Mr Leon cry harder.

Then he finally does what Ludo told him. Falling onto the bed, with the king next to him, their eyes communicate wordlessly - nothing can be heard from the quiet, closed windows, none of the guards cough, sniffle, nothing.

Mr Leon is running inside his mind - he wasn't even there - as if his eyes had rolled out of his head, replaced by her feminine, beautiful eyes with long eyelashes.

His lips puckered for a second in a pouty fashion, then he lay on his side next to the king, his eyes locking onto the king's face and all the features she loved.

He loved.

Loved, Mr Leon thinks again, tears still spilling from his eyes. He then takes the blade out of his pocket and encases the king's neck in his hands. With the same blade, he holds it to his throat, and all the glass in the world shatters as the king speaks.

"What…"

His words turn to a grunt of pain, interrupted as the blade swipes across his neck in a downwards slant. She slashes at his throat again, watching the blood drip out onto the sheets, and the king's dying eyes lock into his.

He slashes. Mr Leon was forgetting who he was. Or the queen…

He's crying more than ever now, his tears mixing with the blood of the king - the sheets, gorgeous, velvet-like things are hideous now. The king gurgles and fights for his life, hands at his neck and his eyes wide on Mr Leon.

Mr Leon wipes his eyes and whispers back:

IamsorryIamsorryIamsorry.

His words are just running together, quiet little phrases that mean nothing to the king. His eyes go dead, lifeless, and fix themselves on the queen. His movement stills and the blood continues pooling out of his throat.

Reaching for his clothing, his coats, Mr Leon takes the blade and wipes it - the blood spills all over his clothing, staining it with little blots. Finally, Mr Leon shapeshifts back into himself, the process painful.

His clothes are bloodstained, his hair in a tight bun. The dark, short curls are tied back with a scrap of lace - rather dirty looking lace. Opening the king's cupboard, he snatches up a shirt and a pair of trousers.

Ones that look ordinary. And changes into them in front of the king's leering corpse.

Now the Queen flees, and Mr Leon remains.

Xxx

Earth, Diaz Home

Marco had finally limped home - his parents had assumed he was late from the Fayre, and were absent, as usual. Turning his key in the lock, he heard his parents shout his name and lamely replied back.

Slumping against the door, he started to cry the same way Mr Leon had in Mewni. Nothing - he glanced over at his arm hopefully, but saw nothing there - just a stump, where blood had once oozed out. He stopped crying.

Wiped his eyes and continued up the stairs, to his room, where he suddenly felt the full effect of his missing arm. He collapsed onto his bed, feeling his phantom limb twitch uncomfortably. That was the last thing he felt.

His eyes went wide and he lay flat on his back, glancing up at the ceiling - and stopped moving from that moment.

Even when his mother walked in to wish him a good night, she found her son unresponsive and still. Cold, like a body - and suddenly thought about what Marco said about Star.

Her fingers were on her phone, dialling for the emergency services, sobbing her words unclearly on the phone as she looked over her son, who still hadn't moved a muscle. The people on the other side of the line were silent, trying to listen.

By that time, her husband had found Marco and was just trying to look at him - whether he was real, or just a wax figure of himself. His hands lingered on Marco's stomach, and the two exchanged a look of confusion as their eyes stopped on the missing limb.

"We'll be down here in ten minutes, no more, no less." A voice over the phone announced. Mrs Diaz held the phone tighter.

Then there was a click, and the line went dead.

Xxx
Ludo's Lair

"Well, Buff Frog, what did Mr Leon do?"

Buff Frog, having put away his binoculars, nodded at Ludo, whose smirk had suddenly gone malicious.

"He killed the king." He licked his lips, as if any of the traces of the king's blood remained on them.

"So then we invade Mewni. The people are fools and will write Star to come. She'll fall right into her trap and lose her wand."

"And if the people revolt or fight back…?" Buff Frog's words escaped his mouth before he could stop them - but Ludo's gleaming eyes seemed much too interested in the idea of shedding blood. He exhaled in relief.

"If they try to revolt or fight back, then we will burn them to the ground. Along with Mewni."

"Tell Dolphin to come back. The queen should be dead within a few days."

"Why not just kill her?" Buff Frog asked curiously.

"Dying of starvation is much more painful."

A/N: Hopefully that wasn't too confusing (the bits with Mr Leon). It was only explained in the first few chapters that 'Mr Leon' has empathy as a power, and can control emotion - thus the queen's sadness (because she can't see her husband or daughter) travels to him, and he questions his own identity because her emotions are so powerful.

Note: The queen's not dead, so she can continue to project emotion and affect Mr Leon.