AN: Hey guys, I am back with another update. Slowly adjusting to my work schedule so I should be good from now on. I don't think I'll be able to update Zuma's Courage next week, but I will be able to get it done the week after the latest. But for now, enjoy tragedy moments!

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

Marshall had heard of the saying "You don't know what you have until its gone" many times in his life, but he never knew what that truly meant until now. Being in the rescue business you always had to prepare for something to go wrong. To lose someone on the job. There had been close times when Marshall or any of his friends almost didn't come back. Yet, even with all the preparation in the world, you never find yourself ready for it.

When Mayor Goodway uttered those horrible words, he didn't believe them. Not until this very moment in the funeral home and saw her body. Everest lay there in what had to be the most beautiful dress designed for her. It was winter themed with her pup tag logo in the center, covered by her folded paws. White lilies surrounded her body like a bed to sleep on as her peaceful expression only furthered the belief of a deep sleep. Only this sleep was too deep for Marshall. A sleep she would never wake up from.

Marshall hated that this was an open casket, unlike Jake who was too brutalized to fix properly. He didn't want to see her like this. He wanted his last memory of her to be smiling at him as she gave him words of encouragement on the TV screen. Not this pale face of death that would haunt him for life.

He was careful not to ruin her face with his tears. He didn't even dare breath on her. She needed to look perfect. Just this one last time before she was given to the earth.

Taking a moment to look away, he gazed around the funeral home where mourners were gathering or already leaving after paying their respects. Everest had been a hero many times to those at Adventure Bay, so it wasn't a surprise that all the town came. Even those outside of it were visiting to say their final farewells.

He saw everyone he knew from Captain Turbot laying flowers on the memorial table to Daring Danny X looking at Everest's puppy photos. His friends were either crying the corner, trying to comfort each other, or accepting the sympathies from others. Marshall never once moved from his spot, just saying by the casket to see her. He was hoping this was just a bad trick. Playing dead was something they did often as pups for fun, but this wasn't a trick. It was real.

Ryder, who had given a speech earlier, was sitting on a couch nearby with Katie comforting him. Everest may not have been his dog, but she was part of the team. Part of the family. Marshall knew what he was thinking: Could this have been preventable? Should Everest and Jake have gone with them? What do they do now?

These were the same questions that Marshall had been asking himself ever since they got home. Could he and the others have been her to save Everest and Jake from their murderer or would they be killed too? He turned to her again, her soft and yet still face. There were so many things he still wanted to say to her. Feelings he often thought about but never acted on. Now it was too late.

Everest was gone.

Whatever could have been between them was gone as well.

Deciding to take a break, Marshall slowly left the room and made his way to the hallway. Resting his back on the wall, he closed his eyes and slid down until he was on his haunches. His mind slowly turned to meeting Everest for the first time. Back then, Marshall had been excited to meet a new friend, but it was also an eye opener to how different wild dogs were to city dogs. It had been a few interesting days teaching Everest how society works such as the TV, cars, microwaves, lights, toilets, and more.

She took it all like a newborn and wanted to learn more, yet she never lost that wild side of her. Her love nature, her moon howling, her desire to hunt for fresh kill. It was a side that Marshall never saw and one that intrigued him. Her energy. Her smile. Her outright do or die view.

She just was so… different. Maybe that's why he was attracted to her unlike other females like Skye. He didn't deny it. He liked her… really liked her.

Loved? Maybe it would have developed, but he did like her.

"You okay?"

Marshall opened his eyes and found Chase looking at him with worry in his eyes. Sighing, the dalmatian answered, "No. I'm not." He looked into his eyes and began to get teary. "Why her, Chase? Why here? Was it to hurt me because they know who I am? Was it just bad luck?"

Chase bit his lip before walking over and slowly hugging Marshall who began to sob in his shoulder. Nuzzling him, he whispered, "I don't know. Maybe it could be any of those things. But that's not what's important." He made Marshall look into his eyes. "What's important is that we come together as a family. We remember Everest and Jake as our friends. And… we will avenge them."

Avenge.

Yes, they would be avenged.

He would kill them.

Kill them all.

Marshall growled as he narrowed his eyes. "They'll die, Chase. Every demon. Ever one of their kind I'll kill and send them back to hell!" He slowly looked at his pendant. The pendant that his ancestor carried to fight the hellspawn. "If I'm chosen to fight their kind then I'll make sure they regret ever stepping one foot on earth."

"I'll help," Chase said, placing his paw on Marshall's shoulder. "We'll all help. We will deal with this." He then blinked and asked, "By the way, where is Travis? I saw him here earlier but then he left."

Marshall sighed, "He told me and Ryder he was going to check out the murder scene. See if there was any way to trace the demon."

And Marshall hoped he did, because he was going to tear that demons balls off with his teeth.

For the first time in his life, Travis was facing with something that he didn't normally have to do deal with back home in Costal City: police blockading. Normally, whenever demons were involved, he was always the first person called and given access to the crime scene to find clues or information needed to figure out which demon was behind the murder. However, this was Adventure Bay, they didn't know anything about him. It had taken to calling Ryder to give him permission to enter the cabin.

So, this is how it feels for everyone else back home, thought Travis as he entered the cabin. For the past few days he had seen Ryder and the dogs worshiped just like he was back in Costal City. It only further showed just how similar Ryder and he were which was starting to scare Travis a bit.

Looking over the area, he could already see the signs of a demon attack. His pendant began to hum while dried blood, icicles the size of a man, and melted holes with crusts of frost on them on the floors. Despite what most people thought, demons were just beings of fire and ash. There were all kinds of demons that existed in the world in various elements and forms. The question was how advance this demon was.

Rodrick, holding a silver suitcase in hand, laid it down and opened it to reveal a small drone that he activated. Floating into the air, the tiny drone flew towards Travis while a computer screen in the top of the suitcase activate showing Doctor Lyra on the screen. "Can you hear us, Doctor Lyra?"

"Y-yes! You're coming in clear! Am I?! Do I need to keep yelling?!" the Golden Labrador asked.

"You can talk normal, Doctor Lyra," Travis answered as he walked further into the crime scene. "When your ready, please start analyzing the area."

"Right! S-scanning!"

The drone began to move around the cabin area as a green coned laser began spreading out over every possible place. She made sure to scan the most important areas like the ice and blood-soaked spots. While they were waiting, Rodrick walked over to Travis. "You know, we could have done this tomorrow. I would think it would be important to be with Marshall during this time of tragedy."

Sighing, Travis rubbed his elbows. "I want to as well, but… I feel like such an outsider, Rodrick. I didn't even know about this Everest dog much." Closing his eyes, he thought about the initial first reactions everyone had when they heard the news. The shouts of denial, the stunned expression, then the tears that came as everyone, but him and Rodrick, mourned for loss of their friend and comrade. Marshall had all but fainted and Travis tried to tend to him, but Ryder was their first as he and the team went back to their hotel to head home. Travis decided to follow as well upon learning of the details of the murder incident. And wanting to be there for Marshall.

"His friends, his owner… heck this entire town. They're all there for him," Travis muttered, sighing. "He doesn't really need me."

Rodrick put his hand over his young master's shoulder. "But you are here. You're giving them a chance to get justice. Nobody know demons better then you and you are prepared to fight them. I bet Marshall, deep down, is glad you are here."

Travis gave a small smile before the drone appeared before them to get their attention. Returning to the computer screen, Doctor Lyra continued to look at the data while reading her findings. "Well, it's a demon alright, a very high level one. Ice type, but strangely enough I think this one has appeared before."

"When?" Travis asked

"A few years ago, a Cardinal was making his way to Ghana for a charity event to raise awareness for poverty when his ship was attack. The entire crew as killed and it looked as though they ran into an ice storm with many dead and frozen including the Cardinal," replied Lyra. "Then there was an incident twenty years ago when an exorcist was killed, his body frozen in the middle of Arizona, while on his way to deal with a crisis in a nearby town. The demon came out and it caused mass loss of life before it was put down by the Vatican's Secret Templar Forces."

"This pattern means one thing," Travis growled as he cursed under his breath. "Our demon is an expert assassin. Meaning he is a highly intelligent one… and that means…"

"…he has a human form."

Gelugon didn't often like to say he loved his job, but who was he kidding. He loved. By Lucifer's beard he loved it.

Whispering as he observed his handwork, a single human with snow white hair, blue eyes, and wearing a dark blue jacket with black pants walked through an entire array of frozen bodies and torn limbs that were scattered around the floor in an absolute mess. His every step freezing he once warm blood into a frozen lake tough enough to skate on.

Having been on Earth for several hundred years, he often found himself why demons tried to escape Hell more often. It was also so fun running the lives of mortals. It really got boring doing it to the damned ones over time. I mean there is so many ways to rip a man's spine out of his body before you start getting to used to it.

He walked over to the sole survivor of the group, an dark skinned male whose legs was frozen. Good thing too, because he would have been crapping his pants by now as evidence by his face and human feces was just terrible. Seriously, what was God thinking when he allowed his children to do such things?

"P-P-Please! I… I don't want to die!" the man wept.

"Well, too bad. That's just life," Gelugon said as his right hand slowly morphed into its demonic form. The long nailed thin claw of ice grabbed the human's head, instantly freezing it before he tugged it with ease off the neck, dragging his spine out with it.

Just then his phone rang, and he answered it. In it was a text and a picture for his next target. Interesting enough there were two names and a photo of two individuals: a human and a dalmatian.

"Travis and Marshall, huh? Well consider your lives forfeit."

He then shattered the frozen head in his hands.