Welcome to an extremely canon divergent version of RotT. Where exactly does this diverge? Good question, as I still haven't watched the movie.

This was written for an anon on tumblr who asked for krexie with "Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you're dangerous". While that line isn't said, it sure is implied.

Bellroc and Skrael were dead, as Douxie had learned soon after he had woken up. It should have been cause for celebration, not for Claire's somber tone as he woke from his three day coma.

The Titans had risen. And from the Earth, the Arcadian Heartstone had risen as well. Apparently, since Morgana had been their champion and she had been trapped in the Heartstone for so long, a single touch from a Titan was all it would have taken for the world to be rewritten according to that single element - or even from the touch of all three.

But almost immediately after the Titans had risen, Bellroc and Skrael had been killed in a gruesome fashion. After all, what was a demigod to a god? In the process, Nari had been freed, and she had destroyed her Titan in a fit of rage against what Bellroc and Skrael had tried to force her to do.

The world had been saved from a swift apocalypse. It had been saved from ending with a bang.

But what of a grieved whimper?

What was a demigod to a god? Well, a demigod was capable of remaking the entire world with a single touch to a Heartstone. The god sitting on top of the Heartstone, on the other hand, had taken three days to turn Arcadia Oaks into an inhospitable place. The destruction was slowly creeping in the direction of Area 49-B. Understandable, considering who the god had once been.

No.

Who the god still was.

Despite everyone's concerns that Gaylen had consumed Krel, Douxie refused to believe that Krel was gone.

(At least, not until he had seen Krel for himself.)

"Please let them be wrong," Douxie said as he approached the edges of Arcadia Oaks. He had never been religious, but he was going to be facing a god. Perhaps now was the time to pray. He had stolen away from everyone, carefully cloaking the ship he had taken so he wouldn't be followed. They would have tried to stop him. They had already watched him die once, and they didn't want to see him die again. What was a demigod to a god? Someone who had never loved Douxie, and so the pain of death and grief was comparably less. "Please let it have been an accident."

Aja had tried to reach out to Krel when she found out what he had done. No matter what he had become, he was her brother and she refused to use Seklos's Cannon on him. She had tried to grab his shoulder with her upper right hand.

It would be a long time before she would be able to use her upper right hand again. She had returned to Akiridion-V, to heal and to try and find a solution.

Hopefully the solution wasn't a relative of hers to power the cannon.

Douxie landed the boat just under 500 feet from the edge of the wasteland. He'd have two hours before he needed to leave, if he wanted to avoid any potential damage to the boat.

But even as Douxie set a timer on his phone for an hour and 45 minutes, he knew he wasn't planning on leaving. He was going to fix this. He had to fix this. After all, maybe if Douxie hadn't been captured and then comatose, maybe he could have noticed what Krel was going to do. Maybe, he and Aja could have kept Krel from merging with Gaylen's core.

Douxie would fix this, or he would die by Krel's hand. It didn't matter to him.

"Krel?" Douxie called up to the figure on top of the Heartstone. "Krel, sweetheart, can you please come down? If not I can climb up to you."

Douxie stared up at Krel's unmoving form for a minute before he sighed and looked down at his bracer. Time to find the best spell to use to climb the Heartstone.

"Don't," said a doubled voice from behind Krel. It wasn't like Bellroc's voice, with syllables shifting between one of two voices. Rather, Krel's voice reverberated with something ancient. Gaylen's voice was painful to listen to, but Douxie held onto the sweet melody of Krel's voice.

Krel was still in there.

Douxie spun around to where Krel was. Right. He no longer needed his wormhole generator to teleport.

Douxie was glad he didn't plan on fighting Krel, because he wasn't sure if that battle could be won. When he was normal (what a lie; Krel had always been extraordinary) everyone had underestimated Krel. It would be their downfall if Douxie couldn't fix this.

"So you're back," Krel said. "I had suspected. You weren't with the Order."

Douxie tried not to think about how the lack of emotion in Krel's voice hurt. He had hoped Krel would be happy to see him.

"Why are you here?" Krel asked.

"For you." Krel's eyes widened. They were no longer the cyan that all Akiridion eyes were, but rather red and violet. Douxie loved them just the same. "I love you. Please, come back with me. We can fix this."

Douxie reached out to Krel, ready to take his hand. He didn't care that Aja had tried to reach out to her brother and doing so had hurt her. It would be different this time, because this time Krel had had time to calm down from his vicious killing of Bellroc and Skrael.

"Oh, Douxie," Krel said before smiling with too many teeth. There had been gaps in his teeth for as long as Douxie had known him, but now there were sharp fangs in his mouth. He took Douxie's hand.

"Who says I'm not fixing things right now?" Gaylen said. Douxie whimpered in pain and in grief.

I am so sorry for the pain. I was originally going to leave this open-ended, but without the last paragraph it didn't feel right. Also, I wanted to go with a twist away from the cliche, in which Douxie's friends were right that Gaylen!Krel was too dangerous.