Trees whispered, branch to branch, above the lifeless forest floor. Two dark figures walked, one alive, one possessed, across the dark ground, wet with the dew of the coming dawn. Above them, the sky yawned, starless and cold. Mist clung to the the bark of the trees, giving them a pale, mysterious hue. The moon cast no light upon the creatures as they stalked across the scene, swirling in with the cold clouds.

A third shape entered the gloom, looking like a dark ghost against the fog. "Juandissimo," he murmured, gazing upon the woman beside the violet-eyed half-breed. "Greetings."

"Hola, Father." Juandissimo prodded Truden's side, taking his mind from hers and making her fall into a heap on the ground. "Freshly killed. Her essence is fresh."

"I care not for her essence," came the angry reply. His shocking green eyes burned through the darkness with a fire unmatched by any other. "I care only for yours."

"What?" Juandissimo crossed his muscular arms. "Father, please explain."

No words were said by either of them as Anti-Cosmo drew out his wand and pointed it at Juandissimo's heart. "Farewell, my treasure."

He had no time to scream before a purple jet of light shot from the evil genius's weapon. Juandissimo shut his eyes, looking to be in terrible pain, and fell to the ground beside his kill. As he knelt down beside his half-fairy son, Anti-Cosmo felt a small pang of remorse for having killed his own blood, but it soon vanished as the essence flowed into him, making him stronger. Satisfied, Anti-Cosmo lowered the wand and put it back in the pocket of his black suede jacket.

"Good shot, son."

Anti-Cosmo spun around and narrowed his eyes at the solidified spirit behind him. "Oh, hello, Daddy dearest. How's the little molester today?"

"I prefer the term 'child lover'."

Anti-Cosmo made a disgusted sound. "You are such-"

He was cut off as Anti-Derrakei grabbed his jacket and tore it off, exposing his son's sky-blue shirt beneath. Buttons flew in all different directions. "Less talkie. More lovey."

"Get off of me!" the evil genius shrieked, pushing his attacker away. "I will never let you hurt me agai-"

Again, he was cut off. His father grabbed his shirt and forced it up over his head before his son could even protest. "I never lost my love for you, my son," he murmured in his ear. "Never."

"Love and lust are different things," came the scathing reply as his father was, once again pushed away.

Anti-Derrakei slammed his son against a tree and pinned him there, leaving a few sratches on Anti-Cosmo's back and his fabricated wings. "You have abs." He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. "That's hot. Your wife was a lucky woman..." He slipped his hand down the side of Anti-Cosmo's dress pants. "...And I'm a lucky man."

The young Anti-Fairy writhed under his attacker's grip, unable to defend himself against the violation. Even with every soul he had, he could not overcome his father. "GET OFF ME!" The scream, in contrast to the first one, had more fear in it than anger. "Get off! Get off! I hate you! Leave me alone..." His voice cracked and he held in a sob. No, Anti-Cosmo. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't let him see how weak you are.

"Do stop squirming. It would make this a lot easier."

"Then I'll keep moving."

This remark earned him an elbow in the jaw. "You shut your mouth, you little rodent." His voice then became softer. "We missed out on the final ritual."

"Rituals!" Anti-Cosmo exclaimed as his father fiddled with the waistband of his boxers. "They were never real! They never existed!"

"Sure they did."

"They did not!"

"Hush," he soothed, squeezing his victim. "Hush. It's okay."

"Father, stop..."

"Let it happen, son. Let it happen."

:::

"Okay, so let me get this straight." Timmy stood beside Wanda, Poof, Jorgen and Cosmo, who were all huddled in a small room with the nurse Karranda. "So, you were pregnant with twins, and one died, but you're still giving birth?"

"Yes."

Jorgen bit his lower lip and sighed. "This is not good."

Wanda looked down. Jorgen had earlier told them about how, since Anti-Wanda was dead, Wanda would die as soon as her child began to enter the world. "I know. I know." She looked up at her spouse, who looked almost possessed with grief. "Cosmo..."

Suddenly, he snapped, standing up and shouting at her between sobs. "No, Wanda! No! Don't you dare say it! Don't you dare tell me everything will be okay! 'C- 'cause it won't! It won't be okay! Timmy can't just wish it all better this time. You're gonna die!" He stopped for a bit, then collapsed in flurry of tears into his wife's arms. "You're gonna die."

She stroked his hair, uncomfortable by the truth she knew was in his words. "Shh, shh. It's all-"

"Don't say it."

"Everything will-"

"Don't say it."

The room grew quiet until Karranda cleared her throat. "There is another issue," she stated. "Dr. Studwell was killed."

"What?" the others all shrieked in unison.

"I'm thinking that it's Juandissimo's doing," she went on.

"Of course it's Juandissimo!" Jorgen exclaimed.

"Speaking of Juandissimo..." Wanda spoke the word like it left a burn on the tip of her tongue. "...Where is he?"

"Who cares?" came the scathing reply from her godson. "He's a jerk and a killer."

Wanda only blinked, thinking that the fact he was a "jerk and a killer" was a little too obvious for the necessity of Timmy saying it aloud. "True. True. So... with Studwell dead, who's going to deliver my child?

"Couldn't Timmy just wish it out like he did with me?" Cosmo asked.

Jorgen would have laughed had the situation not been so severe. "Cosmo, delivering a half-fairy- well, a three-quarter-fairy baby in this case- is a highly complexicated procedure. He can't just wish it out!" He paused. "...Can he?"

:::

Oh my, what a short chapter.

Well, this story is finally drawing to a close, and will be over with another chapter or two. Brace yourselves for the grand finale!

~Mikichu