Okay, so, here's chapter fourteen! Let's see the third and final girl for Marth at her best! Will she put up as good a fight as Gamecube and Aliana? We'll find out!

Pichu: I think Syleen will win! n.n

Falco: No way. Aliana for sure.

Zelda: I say Gamecube.

Guys guys guys; it's too early for voting! Besides, you don't count! O.o I believe people are starting to form opinions though; of course, I'd like to hear what you're thinking so far. I'd also like to hear from the three authors who have their OCs in this first love square; just because you can't vote in the end doesn't mean you can't have an opinion! O.o Falco, disclaim!

Falco: RF doesn't own us or SSBM, the OCs Syleen, Aliana, Jun, Gamecube, Condar, and Niv Mizzet, and the Statue of Timbor and Diamond of the Sky, but she does own her concepts of Demons and Angels, the demon forms and names of the Hand Brothers, her OCs, the Demon's Staff, and a few other things none of us can remember and/or can't mention yet!

Zelda: And that's all from us?

Pichu: Away chapter fourteen!

She couldn't take it…the stress had reached its critical point. Not even on the throne yet, and there were so many things to do: deal with rogue demons, answer the Devil King's demanding questions with the right answers, set laws, punish the Despised and Corrupted…it was a snowball effect, and it was overwhelming her so quickly she didn't even realize it until the breaking point was only inches away.

She had to get out of there; leave the Underworld and its stifling atmosphere. Breathing in the fresh air of the mortal world, Syleen could feel her heart rate start to slow back to normal. Her breath, almost to the point of mass hyperventilation, was easing to a more comfortable rate. She was able to close her eyes, and think of nothing, and it pleased her.

Of all the worlds, and the places located on them, Smash Island fascinated her the most. All three of the different races lived together, as one. Everyone was equal to his fellow kin, and all were given their freedoms. And even despite the differences and freedoms they all shared together, they still had the ability to come together and rise as one. A utopia, some called it. To Syleen, it was heaven.

Opening her eyes, the future queen looked to the evening sky; the midnight heavens, spotted with millions upon millions of stars, greeted her eyes. The stars twinkled in the night, almost as if greeting her, welcoming her back after a long, long wait. Syleen could remember days as a child, when her mother would take her to the mortal realm, and show her the morning, midday, and evening skies. As they looked to the heavens, she would talk about the future, about the day all were together, and the day when Syleen would be able to stand tall and rule the demons. The courage to continue on poured through her veins, and she felt refreshed; had she chosen to head back, she would've been more than ready to take on the challenges that were required of her.

But she didn't want to return; it was too peaceful to head back. Deciding to see what the smashers were up to, although it was most likely they were all fast asleep, she headed passed the mansion's front gates, and followed the brick path.

The trees of the forests were full with leaves and life, the grass was humming as the wind blew past it, and Syleen was amazed how nature was so serene, so beautiful. She also realized, quite suddenly, if it hadn't been for Marth, and Nox even, she wouldn't be walking towards the mansion, marveling the beauty of this world; she would still be in the Underworld, dutifully training for her position, not once thinking the angels were a race worthy to live with.

She had no questions when hearing that the previous Demon King had planned on handing his servant over to her; the idea of having an angel as a slave pleased her, after thinking for so long that angels were the ones who killed her father and Nox. But after seeing Marth being dragged in, for the first time, something inside her clicked, and she hesitated. Later on, after observing the rogue spirit, she realized the reason why.

He was…defiant to a fault; not once going along with the shadow's plans, and refused to speak about the other smashers. After hearing what had happened, the demon was sure that the angel would've spoken anything and everything about them, but strangely enough, Marth did not. He instead took the torturing, and very rarely did he allow Nox to hear his cries of pain. A will so strong, so full of determination, and in the end, he freed himself and escaped. Back to his friends, family, and home…

And there he was, Syleen realized with a jolt. She reached the small plain that separated the mansion from the forests. While there were a few lights still on in the mansion, there were four great spotlights at each corner giving off the main source of light. And off to the side, lying on the ground, was Marth. At first, Syleen thought the angel was stargazing, but his eyes were closed; it was apparent that he was asleep.

Seeing him so defenseless…it almost scared her. She quickly closed her eyes; had she'd been the Syleen of the past; she would not have hesitated in pulling out her weapon and cleaving the poor angel in two.

But she could feel his aura; warm, caring, and understanding. He wasn't like the other angels. Even two years ago, when he—

"My lady," Syleen jumped; she had not seen the angel rise into a sitting position and stare her way. Perhaps it was a trick…

"You…startled me there," Syleen admitted, turning red. "I thought you were asleep."

"Strangely enough, so did I," The angel said, looking up at the sky. "What brings you here, if I may ask?"

"I was just clearing my mind," The demon said. 'And I wanted to see you…' She added in her thoughts. Wordlessly, she walked over and sat next to him, gazing at the sky as well. "It's…really beautiful. The mortals are so lucky."

"How so?"

"They have the grass beneath them, and the sky above them. The perfect medium. Why can't we have such a beautiful sky? Or such beautiful grasses and trees?" Syleen hugged her knees and buried her face into her legs. "And the mortals are never pleased. They always want more; despite not realizing they already have so much."

"It's the mortal way to desire more," Marth said, shrugging. "Putting them into place never works, either, so you have a problem with no solution."

"Will I have to worry about such things when I'm queen?"

"The demons have long lived with what little they have. As long as you can acknowledge that and use it to your advantage, you should be fine."

"Yes…you're right," Syleen muttered, lying on her back. "I…I never would have thought that angels would be such wonderful people. For the longest time, I thought they were the ones who killed my parents, who ruined my life, who…messed up everything for me.

"But then…I was saved by one."

"When was this?" Marth asked, looking curious. Syleen shook her head.

"It was…a long, long time ago," She replied. "I was young and stupid."

"I saved a demon once," Marth said suddenly, making Syleen jump. "It was two years ago; I was on my way to Eternia to meet Nivian. We talked it over, and thought it would be best to hide my weapon while fighting in Smash Brothers.

"On the way, a girl with black hair and green eyes was lying near a tree; defenseless and pale. Her aura told me she was a demon, but she looked to be in danger. A mountain village was nearby, and the elder was a friend of Sir Jeffrey."

"What happened then?" Syleen asked, trying to hide her surprise. She couldn't help but wonder…how he still remembered that day…

The future queen had caught an unnatural illness that made her swap between human and demon form; when a human, she had the same green eyes the angel was talking about, and her demonic features had vanished. Deciding to head to the mortal realms to find a cure, the confliction between appearances left her vulnerable and weak. No matter where she had traveled, though, they had known she was a demon, and refused her. Resting near the tree, in agony over what was happening to her body, it was then she laid eyes on the angel that introduced himself as Marth Shino.

"We headed for the village," Marth replied, looking back to the sky. "And as she was healing, I told her I knew what she was. She looked scared, and asked if I was going to kill her."

Syleen couldn't blame herself; she had no way of defending herself if he had decided she had no reason to live.

"But even if I wanted to…I couldn't," The angel continued. "Violence only leads to violence, and it wouldn't have helped me gain the trust and respect of her kind."

She nodded; the exact words he had told her those two years ago.

"I wanted to know her name," The angel went on. "But I was told she left immediately after regaining her demon form. I've never forgotten that day…because I hope to see her one day. So I can thank her."

"Thank her?" Syleen asked.

"She showed me that we're all vulnerable at times, no matter our race," Marth replied. "And we should appreciate each other because of our vulnerabilities. I wanted to thank her for showing me the demons weren't as different from the angels as I thought they were."

"I…I bet she thought the same way about angels," Syleen said softly. "How the races were so different. I…I know the angel who saved me showed me that angels do have kindness; not the bloodthirsty winged beasts Nox had told me."

"Did you ever find out who killed your parents?" Marth asked.

"No," Syleen replied. "But after I was saved, I knew it wasn't an angel. I'll find out someday, but for now, I know with confidence that an angelic being wasn't responsible."

"What will you do when you find out?"

"Yell at whoever did, I suppose," Syleen shrugged and rose to her feet. "I suppose my mother would never have lived to this day anyway, but my father…"

"We're the same," Marth said. "We both have, or had, a mortal mother and an immortal father. I'm just lucky to still have my mother with me."

"And your father?" Syleen asked. "Have you forgiven him?"

The angel looked to the queen, and Syleen could see his reply on his face. She smiled.

"Good. It's bad to hate family. I think I better head back to the Underworld though. Thank you for the company."

"Good night, my lady," Marth said. With a nod, Syleen vanished before his eyes.

Appearing before the gate to her world, she looked to the heavens one last time, and thanked the stars for their blessings…

…their blessings, of course, formed in the shape of a certain blue haired angel…

Falcon & Yoshi: AWWWWW! That's so sweeeet! X3

Marth: …and that ends the fourteenth chapter! RoyalFanatic's sure there'll be only two more after this one: the final sealed commander, and the ending.

Falcon: Only TWO more chapters! Say it isn't so! Then we get to see the sad ending!

Yoshi: After that, A Brother's Love! We'll still see Aliana, Gamecube, and Syleen, but RoyalFanatic also starts Roy's love square, which has Zelda, SuperSmash025's OC Jun, and RoyalFanatic's own OC Sally! Despite Sally's quirks (which you guys saw in the beginning of the last chapter…), she's not really a bad person. Just…quirky. x)

Marth: We all see Lucifer and his commanders as foes, and…well, going on now would only spoil things. And that's all from us!

Falcon and Yoshi: REVIEW!