A/N: Gah! I'm such an asshole! It's been FOREVER since I've updated, I know. I will SERIOUSLY try to keep this one going this time. Cuz if I don't, Fayt is going to kill me!

Ehrm, same warning as the previous chapter.

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Fayt stormed to the castle as his initial shock wore off, and a new rage started. How could this have happened. Albel wouldn't have betrayed his people like this, would he? And then there was Allen. Albel treated the boy like a son, and he was one of the few people, aside from Fayt, that Albel didn't call worm, maggot, or any other of his usual insults. So then, why?

He and the others had just burst through the doors, past the startled guards, when they heard screams coming from one of the corridors on the upper floor of the castle.

Without thinking, Fayt quickly dashed up the stairs, followed closely by the others. He discovered the noise to be coming from inside the chambers of none other than Allen, the wounded Prince. Arzei himself was standing outside the door, his guards attempting to open the door that was obviously locked from the inside.

Albel's gruesome death temporarily took a back seat in Fayt's mind.

"What's going on!"

Arzei looked at Fayt, surprised momentarily at his appearance, before responding. "Allen has been asleep for four days after that monster attacked him, and then he suddenly woke up screaming! I think it's the shock of his own injuries that scared him."

Fayt was puzzled, having not been informed on the extent of the prince's injuries. He wondered just how bad they were. Then he got an idea. While Allen had always been closer to Albel, he also held admiration for Fayt, as a person and as a fighter. Maybe I can get through to him he thought. Pushing carefully past the King, Fayt gently rapped his knuckles on the door. "Allen, it's me, Fayt. Please, open the door so that we can help you."

The screams from the other side of the door abruptly stopped, and before Fayt knew what was happening, the door was roughly wrenched open and he was pulled inside the room before the door slammed shut behind him. Before he could register this quick series of events, he was pinned to the wall by a very strong forearm to the throat.

Green eyes stared in shocked silence into what was supposed to be icy blue. But instead, the eyes that bore madly into his from below a fringe of white hair were bloody red.

"Al-Allen? What's...wrong? What's...happened...to...to you?" Fayt barely managed to choke out the words over the mounting pressure to his throat. That's when he noticed. The prince's left arm, from halfway between his elbow and shoulder, was gone. No wonder they thought Albel did this, Fayt thought.

The bloody eyes continued to stare for a moment, before the boy spoke, but the voice that addressed Fayt wasn't the light and kind tone of the prince. It was a deeper, darker tone that he had become all too familiar with, that he never thought he would hear again.

"Leingod. Where...where am I! What am I doing here! I thought - I though I was..." The voice trailed off and Fayt's mind almost went numb with shock.

"Al...bel? Is that...really you?" The arm on Fayt's throat withdrew quickly and the blue haired man slid to the floor. How was this possible? Albel the Wicked, alive inside the body of the prince that had come to be known as Allen the Virtuous?

But it was undeniable. The tone of voice and those unmistakable red eyes were the proof of that.

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Cliff and the others now stood anxiously on the other side of the heavy door, along with Arzei and his guards. The room had suddenly gone quiet after Fayt had been pulled through that door, and honestly, that worried them.

So all of them were quite surprised when the door slowly opened and Fayt walked back out into the hall, shutting the door behind them. Arzei was the first to speak. "Fayt. My son, how is my son?" The king's words drew the blue haired warrior out of the daze he had been in and he looked at those surrounding him with worried look.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but maybe you should -" Before he could finished his sentence, the door burst open again, and there stood Allen, or, as Fayt knew him, Albel in Allen's body. The worry that Fayt was feeling increased tenfold as he watched the white haired man move forward.

Arzei hadn't a clue. "My son, are you alright? After that monster hurt you I was afraid that -" But his sentence was cut short.

In the time it would take to blink, Albel had drawn the sword that had been hidden behind his back and put it to the king's throat, effectively silencing him. Arzei's confusion quickly turned to a mix of fear and anger as he looked into his son's now red eyes.

"I'm back from Hell, you worthless excuse for a maggot, and I'll make sure I take you and your pathetic lackey's back with me to see the King of the Dead!"

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Iron Maiden: Well, what do ya'll think?

Albel: Finally, I can get some payback!

Iron Maiden: Later, Skirt Boy, but for now have some pocky.

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