This chapter was waaaaay too long, so I broke it apart. First half is here, and I'll update next one soon… Knock yourself out!

And yeah, this is the last chapter. Whee.

Blossom awakes! And dies again. And awakes again. Oh, just read it!

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Dame of the Hell

PART ONE

Prologue

It was dark.

There wasn't much more to be said; darkness was there, as stubborn and as powerful as her master was at the moment.

For a regular being, not used to the laws of the undead, it was lifeless. It looked so, after all; darkness doesn't breathe, it has no shape, it doesn't walk.

What mortals don't know, is that darkness has a voice. It hears everything, and it's able to tell what no living eyes have saw; it's everywhere and it's impossible to hunt down.

Luckily enough, that voice can't be heard. It's a voice of wind, a voice of rage; and there's only one being, only one sole entity that can understand those whispers and cries.

At that moment, the wind was screaming into his ears; echoes of numerous pleads they were, bounded together in the cold dark.

His victims, his opponents, his servants, they all found their path to die. There was nobody to remember what has been and nobody to acknowledge what shall happen. He was alone.

Wind rushed around him, encircled him, getting wild; it was telling him what he needed to do. It was one of those things you simply must do, although you're not willing to; and he was especially allergic to those situations.

Master of all evil stood there, listening to the wind; pictures of the future filled his mind. And then it stopped.

Wind went quiet, leaving his place to the cold silence; darkness stood back. Everything bowed in front of its master; he commanded them to retreat.

Ruler of the Underworld stayed quiet for the long, long time.

"It is my time to stand back", he whispered; his voice was hoarse and cold. Yet, the strange melody filled it completely; like he was half singing, half cursing.

"My era is almost over", he continued, speaking to no one in particular; but he knew that dark will hear it and tell it to his successor once he stands on his throne. "Evil is almost completely ruling the universe; I gave the worst of myself to this world, and now I'm just tired. It is time for my son to take the throne… there's just the question: is he ready? Is his mind finally mature enough that he's worthy?"

Darkness gave him no answer. But, nonetheless, Devil knew what needed to be done. He took off the Crown of Death - the same one he made for himself in times when the world was still young - and whispered a few words.

Crown started shaking; no, the whole Underworld did. It doesn't happen every day, after all.

"Everything is in your hands now. Have fun, Brick…"

Twenty years old boy woke up, shaking; cold sweat flew down his forehead. Was my dream true? COULD it be true?

But nothing gave him any reason to believe so. He was still imprisoned, alone and powerless. The dream was a fake, then.

Then again, it all looked so real. He could just feel the Crown of Death on his head and strange sensation of power in his veins; horrible, enormous power. There wasn't any doubt. He would eventually become Devil; then why not now?

But then I won't be able to fight for Blossom anymore, he remembered, Devil has no right to love…

I'll think about that when I wake up. After all, I am still just an immortal heir to the throne; I'm not Devil…yet.

So he just continued his sleep, completely unaware of red eyes that watched him from the above; eyes filled with power. The eyes of his father.

"The boy is still convinced that it was just a dream, my liege."

"He will find out eventually. After all, he still believe that I'm nothing but perverted monster; what to say, he's still young and oblivious. But he will learn. What is important, my loyal servant, is that we're going; we got nothing left in this Universe. New future awaits us; this one is in good hands."

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Part I: Bubbles

Blonde haired Angel smiled softly at her sister. It didn't matter that Blossom couldn't see or hear her. After all, it passed a few years since they actually talked…

Blossom still looked like she was asleep. Even though she was surrounded by fire - fire so wild that even Bubbles, with her Angelic nature, had to cover her eyes - not a drop of sweat rolled down her face; she could not be disturbed by such trivial, psychical problems.

Bubbles sometimes wondered if Blossom will ever wake up. Even if Brick make it in third - and most difficult - task, it looked somehow impossible for redhead to ever walk on the face of the Earth again; she looked apart of this world.

You wandered too far away, sister, thought Bubbles sadly, in distant places where I can't follow you… Turn around, before it's too late. Don't leave this world so soon…

When she was still in Heaven, blonde heard wondrous stories about a place where only souls of pure beings could go; it was a place of peace. Those who ended in Hell or Heaven were there because they still had a purpose…but their spirits needed rest. Once they complete their tasks, they would be allowed to pass on… to rest, undisturbed, forever…

Bubbles sometimes wondered whether that story was truth or not. She sure wished she could just forget about past, about what her life did to her… all the abuse, pain and death that surrounded her; and, most of all, Boomer's death.

Buttercup had all the luck, she thought, her and Butch are together even in death; unlike me and Boomer…

It was one of those sad things you get when your fiancé is in Hell, and you're in Heaven; there's no possible way to ever be together again. We're not allowed to talk to each other, to see each other, to contact in any possible way.

But, at least I can think about him.

She snapped out of her thoughts as she realized something was happening. Walls started to shake; above her, someone was screaming.

What the…

Then, Bubbles noted that the only thing that remained untouched was Blossom, who was as unmoving and pale as she was before; so Angel decided that it's safe to leave her dead sister and move on to help ones who needed it more.

As she always did…and always made the same mistake.

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Part two: Buttercup

"Hey, you two lovebirds, drop it!"

"What's the matter, Boomie? Annoyed?" taunted Buttercup, parting her lips from Butch's "You know, we swore we'll love each other forever. Unlike you and Bubs. Common, get a life and get out of here! She's not the only one, you know!"
"She is", decided Boomer and turned around to watch TV, finally leaving Buttercup and Butch alone, if I may say so; Rowdyruffs weren't blessed by large apartment. Buttercup, for that sort of thing, didn't have any. What a lucky couple.

We need to begin tonight, Butch, thought Buttercup, knowing that her counterpart will hear her thoughts; and indeed, he replied to her.

I know. Ready to rock?

You bet.

Butch smiled to this. She was everything he needed; independent, brave and slightly evil. But, he still wondered how did Buttercup ended up in Hell. She was the effing superhero, after all.

Well, I'm not so sure either. I think it has something to do with the way I died; I wanted to kill somebody. Guess things like that decide.

Well, then Blossom would end up in Hell too, right? She killed herself!

Nah…I asked Bubbles, and Heaven was almost ready to accept her; after all, she was "tortured soul", and they simply LOVE to have those.

Whatever. Hey, what's happening?

It couldn't be an earthquake; they were underground. And, besides, alert flashed in their minds.

"Oh, no", whispered Buttercup.

"We have a new ruler", Butch said, stunned; and their eyes locked to each other.

"Brick", they said in unison.

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Part three: Boomer

He didn't knew if he hated Brick or no; feelings were confused in his head. But he knew one thing: he wanted to be with Bubbles. And, by all means, Brick was the one to put an end to that wish.

So, now it hurt Boomer to see Brick confusedly looking at all demons that came to bow him, immortal and relatively unhurt. It just looked like Brick had no idea what's going on…like he still didn't know that he's chosen to be new ruler of Hell.

"Okay, that's enough", Brick spoke all of the sudden, and Boomer shivered…that voice wasn't Brick's voice anymore. It was something much colder…much more sinister…

"What's going on? Why are you kissing my feet? For crying-out-loud, ANSWER ME!"
It seemed to Boomer like fire surrounded Brick for a second; something snapped, and one Demon fell down, obviously dead.

Brick just looked at his hands, and then raised his eyes.

"My powers…"

Slowly, he turned around, and faced blue eyes of his ex-brother.

"So, the dream was truth, after all", he spoke slowly "Then, I'm the new Devil… then, all the power of the Underworld is MINE!"

"You fool", cold, female voice spoke, and Buttercup appeared, right next to Brick. Every single Demon froze at this; she was Keeper of the Gates…and yet she was offending her master. Not a breath was heard as she continued.

"Yes, Bricky, darling, you're oh-so-powerful Devil now, and you can kill us all and everything", she jawned, and then smiled at him "But I win nonetheless. You lost Blossom the very minute you received the power."

"What?" It was impossible to say whether Brick was more stunned by what she said or by the way she said it.

"You heard me, bastard", she spat with despise "You may be my master now, Brick, but you'll never, ever have Blossom. One of the conditions under Council accepted your offer to save her, was that you remain powerless. And you just broke the rule."

Demons took a deep breath. How will their new master react? What horrible torturing will he make upon that traitor?

But he made none.

Instead, he just laughed.

"Oh, BC, you're so naïve…Did you really think your pitiful rules will stop me? I'm still in the game, dear, and no one, in this world, will dare to stay in my way!"

"Honestly, I didn't think the rules will stop you", she snorted, still insanely brave "But Blossom will. And if you ever wake her up, she still won't be yours."

Brick and Buttercup just glared at each other for a minute. Still, nobody dared to interupt; those two were frightening enough.

"You'll regret ever standing in my way, Buttercup Utonium", Brick growled.

"Looking forward to it. Ready for the third and final task, My Lord?"

She bowed sarcastically and pretended to kiss his hand.

"I'm at your service, and all that jazz", Buttercup finished "Just, I still am your guide through the tasks. And, I'm telling you, once Blossom wakes up, she'll just leave you again. I warned you. You were able to spare her that pain… but then again, you're selfish, so why am I bothering anyway?"

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Part four: Butch

He smiled to himself. How oblivious, how arrogant Brick have become? Was he that deep in evil to actually forget that, while he was busy outwitting with Buttercup, Blossom lied defenseless and alone?

Butch couldn't help but feel a bit jealous at Brick while watching her sleeping. Blossom was, what was that word again? Oh yeah…stunningly gorgeous. Yeah, he loved Buttercup… but he could at least look at Blossom, right? It couldn't do much harm.

What actually hit him hard, was that he suddenly realized that he loved Buttercup… through all this time, after all they survived, nothing, not even death, managed to kill that feeling - one and only he carried with himself… and he swore that nothing, not even Brick or Blossom will ever separate them. Of course he knew that BC liked bad guys - that was what attracted her to him, after all - and Brick was bad guy in their story… but he also knew that she was his in her heart, and that she was ever since they first dated, six years ago.

But he had no time left to think over their relationship, because Blossom was waking up. He could just feel it. Brick must've been doing his task…

"Look, the mistress of all evil will be among us soon", he muttered "Well, Blossy-Bloss, who could ever guess that?"

He removed strands of red hair from her face; and suddenly realized that she was fragile. She maybe killed her body, but Brick killed her soul before that.

"What a waste", he said softly. Blossom didn't respond, but he felt a sudden urge to speak. "You could have met a nice guy, marry him and have a bunch of kids… BC would be an aunt, right? I would teach them to play baseball, and they would go to school with our kids… everything could've been so perfect…"

Guess that some of us are just not meant to be happy.

"Clock is ticking, Blossom… What an irony, but I'm cursed to guard you before you wake up and your agony starts… you've been great friend…who knows, maybe in another life, we'll be brother and sister, right? God knows you deserved another oportunity."

And than, slowly, Blossom's eyes opened wide, like she was in great pain.

"NOOO!" she screamed, pale as death "Why did you return me, Brick? Why!"

Butch bitted his lip. GOD, this is heartbreaking…

It was a rule Brick hasn't paid attention to. Death couldn't be tricked so easily. It left unspeakable pain… great wounds in awaken soul; nobody ever actually made that test, but it was well known why. Because all what was left of life after that was agony, torture without end… It would rip them inside, like some sort of supernatural disease; and Blossom was, unfortunately, its first victim.

I hoped she wouldn't have to go through this, thought Butch sadly, as he watched tears rolling down her stiffened face.

"W-why?", cried Blossom, shaking of pain. Butch really didn't know what to do. He wasn't used to comforting recently-dead females. So he just hugged her.

"Butch?" petite female asked, still shaking in his arms "Is it y-you?"

"Yeah", sighed Butch, trying to calm her down. She was so fragile… "Don't talk…"

"It hurts so much…" Blossom whispered, tears still uncontrolingly falling down her face "You have no idea… I was so happy there… Why did he do it? Why couldn't he leave me a-alone?"

"Shh", he said quetly, messing her hair "It's because of little something called love, sis, and I'm afraid I can't help you… but, I swear to God, if I only knew how, I would do it…"
"But you can", Blossom said, looking him straight in eyes "Kill me. Kill me and it will end."

Ta-na! Guess you didn't expect that, huh? Honestly, whole this "OMG, reanimated souls are in great pain" crap really freaked me out… but I couldn't think of anything else to draw my plot so well! Okay, well, review and you'll get the last part of EGD. Common, just review, and I won't send giant slugs to eat you!