Luigi woke up in a cold sweat, for the fourth time. Everything around him felt distorted, like he was in another world, in a nightmare, in hell. He sat up, put his arms on his knees and hid his face in-between. It had been years he had had persistent nightmares, yet now it was different, because the dream never remained. He'd only wake up out of breath, sick and somewhat in distress, but never would he let them see this. He was lightheaded, however, after a couple of minutes, he decided to take a shower and remove that dirty feeling he had all over his skin.

Luigi withdrew the dank blankets and laid his feet on the cold stone floor. The strong odour in the room didn't help his queasiness. Lightning up the room with his green, ethereal fire coursing on the palms of his hands, he stood up, slowly walked in the bathroom and stopped in front of the bath. The bathroom was cold, the bath was dug, again, in the solid stone, and there was a small flow running on the wall, to the bottom of the bath and sinking in a dark, tiny hole on the other side. His body couldn't help but shiver. Who would take a bath in this? He took the pebble polished in an oval shape and put it on the hole. It would take a while before the bath would be filled up, so he decided to wait back on the bed.

He looked at his arms. The flames were sending emerald gleams and shadows on his pale skin. He wasn't as lanky as before, since his muscles were well-toned. They were dry and nervous, so firm it was no wonder he could easily break bones. Yet the tips were so cold. He wondered he was still a little shaken. After all, his nerves were alternatively sending hot and cold sensations, in both cases sweaty ones. Fortunately, there was a portable mirror next of him, that the nurse surely had let him. There, he could see what no other people would even care to see. He was sure it wasn't the fire's fault for the mirror to reflect his deep, dark circles. He was so, so pale, and his lips were blue. And his features. So old. The cheekbones seemed to pierce through his face, as well as his chin. The eyes, deep-set in the dark, eye-sockets. Some of the hair and moustache, matted in the sweat, falling on the neck. He suddenly recognized the itchy feeling it gave and couldn't wait to dive his face in the water. It felt awkward anyway, looking at this poor, pitiful reflection. Before, he somehow loved looking at himself. Maybe because in those blue eyes, there was once a soul, something familiar living inside. It was very, very long ago, when he was still an energetic and clumsy child. Now, he could only see something he despised with all his heart.

Luigi wondered why he had become like this. If you get killed and revive with a 1-up, your body would be like new, all fresh. It wasn't for nothing he hadn't any sort of scar on him. If he had to conserve the marks of all the wounds he'd got through the previous months, he would be unrecognizable. Imagine a heap of pinkish meat, brown lines here, white skin there, add some members that had the shape of the end of a sausage, sutures running through all of his weakened bones. He'd be a contorted crimpled, not able to see, to talk, to eat, to move, even to breath, his heart on the verge of explosion. His training had been excruciatingly rough. A training?...

Then why would his face keep those features. Before, he hadn't them. When he sought help from his brother or anyone kind enough to support him, he hadn't even the slightest touch of unhappiness. The only clue was the ugly expression of a sulky big baby he was making at home. No wonder his brother wouldn't look at him. Or did he? Was it Luigi's fault? No?

Why had he become like this? Why? But it doesn't matter why. The only fact, the only thing that matters, is that you live this. It's that all of this is real. It's that you can't change what destiny cursed you to live through until your agonising death. He hated himself. Not for what he had become. Not for the massacres he'd done. It was funny. It was pleasurable to hear all those cries. All those moans and howls of pain. Maybe because he recognized something familiar in them. Let them hate me, so long as they fear me. Never had those words been so true. No, he hated something, and there was a whole bunch of things he's hate about himself, but the list was so long. What would he become next?

It had taken a good ten minutes before Luigi realised he was losing control. If he'd keep thinking about this…he wondered how short the time would be for him to snap. Instead of letting himself tremble, he put the mirror aside and threw the curtain behind him as he entered the bathroom. The bath was half full, but it was good enough for him. Undressing, he kindled his fire even more to heat the little room. Then he plunged his hands in the water and waited. It was so cold, it felt like sharps of ice burning his flesh. His hands became numb, red and swollen. But it didn't matter. Soon enough, the water was boiling. Luigi hopped into the bath, laid down and examined the room as it became clouded with steam. Of course, there wasn't any kind of ventilation. Leave this room unheated for an hour, and the walls would be not only cold, but damp. Who designed this emergency cave? Someone from the equivalent of the Middle Ages? Even the architects of this time were wiser.

The room was plunged in darkness and silence, except for the emerald glimmer under the running water. The bath wasn't full enough to cover Luigi's shoulders, he still felt a little cold.

Still, it was a habit for his body. He couldn't get over his depressed state. He felt so, so tired. So tired to live all of this. So tired. He laid in the bathroom, barely caring to properly close his eyes, laying in the cold like dead. Dead. Was he truly dead in his soul? He felt so. Was it what you call this feeling? If he had to die right now, would he care? Would he gratefully accept this? No. Because in life like in death, he would suffer. In this world, there is a dimension called the Underwhere. What a name. Do you know what it consists of? If you do evil things and die before repenting, you go there for the rest of eternity. Do you know what the funny part is? You become evil if you are in contact with evil. In other words, if you suffer hard enough as a good-hearted person, well, you become evil. And when you die, you suffer again! The regent of that world, Queen Jaydes, pretended being able to read one's heart. What would Luigi become there? Kept forever in Bonechill's ancient prison? Or wander forever, alone? All of his previous good acts, would they be forgotten?

He wished he could stop thinking.

…He remembered there was something to get rid of before.

A little time after, he was in his room combing his hair. Then, he looked at the mirror, positioned his index on his throat; the energy on the tip irradiated enough to burn his skin off and open it. It stung horribly, but that was nothing. The metal collar finally showed itself. It wasn't long before he cut it, glided it under his skin, out of his neck and melt it more, until it was nothing but a puddle of glowing metal at his feet. Luigi watched it. Then, he took his gun, placed it inside his mouth, shoot. He fell on the bed.

…

He had realised that he had two last wishes before death. More things he wanted to achieve before.

Daisy. Tatanga.

…

He shook. He woke up from death, for the thousandth time.

He felt tired. What would that bring? Why would he care? Heh. He didn't care that much, in fact.

Somehow, in the back of his mind, he only wanted some last reasons, some triggers, before killing himself for good.

Knock knock.

Luigi had just finished cleaning off the blood and dressing himself. He wondered if the gun had been too noisy for a second, but no, it was a gun shooting the holder's energy, so it was quite noiseless. Who was visiting him?

A red sleeve slipped through the curtain and the moustached man appeared before him. Ah. Luigi's brother.

Luigi noticed Mario's look. It was full of sadness and at the same time, a little joy for visiting him. Luigi knew where this was going. It was only at those moments, when the distrustful is left alone…

"Hey bro."

He didn't greet back. Instead, he stood tall. Darkness had fallen over his eyes. Luigi's memory played with him. He remembered one of his old dreams. A dream where Mario would save him. A dream where Mario would comfort his own brother and, for once, Luigi would show his heart, only to be cherished. Somehow, it merged with some actual memories.

"Mr.L?"

"Luigi."

"Don't you dare call yourself by the name of my lil' bro!"

"Mario."

"?!"

"I guess this comedy worked well. I've got to tell you something. The truth, is that… there never was some alter ego, or some dark double personality, or any hypnosis. Brainwashing at some point…but, er…Mr.L has always been Luigi."

"Oh yeah?! Mind explain why you are so cocky and loud and so un-Luigi like?!"

"That was only a show."

"Wha—"

"I only simulated."

"…You're telling me that my kind-hearted, sweet, smart and heroic little brother Luigi, is the man standing in front of me?"

"…yes…"

"How in the—Why…you? Monster?! Heartless, psychopath murderer?!"

*hug*

*gasp*

"Oh stars… I don't know if that's true. I don't care, I just thought that… that my Luigi was gone forever! I'm… I'm so happy…"

*silent cries*

"…Bro? What is it?"

"…I…I hate you. You can't even care why I killed thousands. That I'm the villain in this world. People insult me, whether I'm good or bad. YOU, you won't ever be hated, only because you're Super Mario! Nothing happened to you, you've been happy your whole life… Everything in this world is made for you to be so happy! Your life is a pink, fluffy, happy, childish story! I want you to suffer Mario! That you learn how this world really is, I want you to scream, to cry out of pain and grief! And that you, you, wish to die by yourself! Do you understand? I hate you! I wish you could—"

*hush*

"Don't be so jealous of me bro. I'll tell you a secret. I've always envied you. You're tall and handsome, braver, strong and faster, ingenious, and you're more human. Do you remember? Your heart is "a multi-shaped diamond". You're cute in your own way…And my life is empty compared to yours."

"…"

"Look at what you know! Aren't you proud to be a "gentleman thief"? You always wanted to be more…well, confident in yourself and all… Although you're not good in your head yet. But it's okay, I guess?"

"…I—"

"Anyway, you forgot something. Princess Peach died because of me. Don't you know how this feels, to be useless the day a stronger boss rises? To let everyone die? To know that your own brother turned the tables on, because you couldn't see what was happening to him?"

"…"

"I'm kind of hopeless, like everyone else in this cave. But you aren't. You still have Princess Daisy, that you will protect, no matter how twisted you may become."

"I won't be able to."

"Yes you will! You know what you have to do. That'll cheer her up!"

"You're lying. You're not hopeless. You know, Daisy kissed me only to save everyone else, not by love. As I am the only potential saviour."

"Well, yes."

"...I'll try…"

"Don't be scared! You two are made for each other. We've always known. Go for it! But before…"

*hugs*

"I love you, Luigi."

"…I… I love you too, Mario."

Too bad dreams never come true here.

Mario looked up to his brother. As much as he had changed…he missed him so much… He felt so alone, so hopeless, so distressed, so, so guilty. Soon, his hands ran around Luigi's waist and he hugged him tightly, nuzzling in the crook of his neck, letting his tears damp Luigi's shirt. "I love you so much, bro." His voice cracked up at the end.

Soon, he felt himself pushed away, surprised. Mario didn't understand why, but he understood the look his brother gave him. Complete indifference. Luigi stood up and walked away.

Mario… Don't leave me here, please… Let me come with you.

Luigi felt no compassion anymore. Instead, if he had to feel something, that would be bitterness.

MARIO! PLEASE HELP ME!

He had chosen to be alone. His brother had never worried about him. He always had been overlooked by everybody. He had been the one to suffer all along; and Mario suddenly changed his mind when he was left with nothing and nobody. On other circumstances, Mario wouldn't give a fuck about him.

My brother will come and save us all…

This brotherhood had no sense. Maybe it had, maybe it has for others. But he had changed too much. Had Mario been a brother once anyway? A brother in another sense than through blood? He was sure that if he could, Mario would beat Luigi to death.

M-Mario …It hurts so much…Mario…

Maybe he was wrong accusing Mario for all of this. But maybe if he had come before he was irredeemably broken down… They just weren't the same.

…

Who then? Was he meant to be alone?

…

He walked through the cave, ignoring the people glaring at him with hatred, hopelessness and fear. He did notice the nurse, crying in a corner of the cave. Of course, this morning, the doctors had been considering dismissing her. The survivors were protesting, and she couldn't escape the daily harassment. "He massacred our Kingdoms! And what are you doing, you bitch?! You become the nurse of this bastard?! Go fuck yourself, we will kill you!"

The nurse's boyfriend, as Luigi heard, was slowly but surely leaving her behind. It wasn't rare for him to hear the Toadette's muffled cries next to his room, close enough so people wouldn't indeed try to kill her. A tomboy, she had been. Harassment and rejection had broken her. She had no choice but to stay alongside him.

His foot bumped into something soft. He looked at the ground, to see a journal.

Luigi retrieved it, somehow curious to read it out, at least the last page.

No. No one will find my journal. No one will read it in secret and understand me. No one will help me out of pity. No one can see.

I wish it too. To become berserk, and to be able to destroy my enemy or to save my true love. To have super powers of any kind. To be outstanding. I can't.

Them Heroes. Either we're made fun of, or they pity us. I want none of that. But who will change that? What would? We don't even exist. Stories start with them. We watch their adventures, because we don't live any.

What do you think? That I alone think all of that? Everyone in this misery of a cave do and cry about that.

I wish I could have helped them.

Heroes and Villains are famous at a high price.

Mr.L killed them in cold blood, and people are losing it. I already lost my friends, I already know that feeling. As I am alone, I'm not driven out by popular madness. That guy. He wanted to kill himself. I admit it. I like seeing all of them suffer. It feels like… some revenge. I feel like I'm superior to them, because I handle the shock. But I'm afraid of people now. Just look at them. Their… Oh my. I'll write later."

Apparently, there was criminality here now.

Luigi threw the journal away.

Man. This place was depressing.

TO DAISY

Dear Bright Flower

You latched your spiny vine

And kept me inches from insanity.

If love was a Darkmoon of a Sunshine

I cannot tell, (my honey) Daisy

Whatever happens,

The thought of you

Pulls me out of madness.

Whatever happens,

We will always

Die for you, Princess.

Even if this world is doomed

So close to its decisive destruction

(Whatever it costs)

Even when we will fail,

When we're about to fall

Even falling again and again…

Because life is a game

I'll spend the last drop of life on you.

(So) Please be there one more time

Before the final breath

Soon, when everything shatters and breaks

Luigi found her. He led against the wall and peeked into the room. Daisy. Why had she succeeded into changing his mind? Back then, on the starship. And before that, the day he killed her friends in cold blood. When she kissed him too, and spent a night together. The collar. The one thing that frightened her away. Then made her fear him. Because, she was still thinking Mr.L was a complete new ego. No. They were the same person. The exact same person. Tatanga hadn't created Mr.L. He, Luigi, had wanted to create a new him… Back then.

Daisy was not so far from the now useless emergency pipe, near a bunch of campfires where what was left of the Mushroom Kingdom's citizens were having dinner. It smelled roasted chicken. Delicious, especially in those times of danger. Daisy. It was no secret that Luigi had fallen with her, as much as he had tried to be subtle. Two princesses, two heroes; cousins, brothers. Daisy, the tomboyish princess and Luigi, the slightly feminized hero, but mainly the clumsy and cowardly one. A coward. A coward, they had called him. A coward, he had thought of himself all along. What about now? ...Was he still surprised of himself? On how much he had changed? There was still something to do, about Daisy. To confess his love towards her. Did he still love her, he pondered. He didn't know. He didn't love her the same way at least. In fact, he was feeling quite numb about most of things he would have reacted back then. Feeling? Yes. He couldn't say he didn't feel anything. A lot of events hadn't made him react, but he still responded to some. The feeling of ecstasy when crushing someone. The way he killed his enemies – a slow death, when he could do anything to his crying victim. Why feeling compassionate? Eventually the guilt and suffering through empathy had faded, and he had been washed over by excitement and pleasure. You can't know that, it's forbidden. Hate someone to death, lose "human feelings" for anybody, everybody in fact, and maybe you can try imagine the sensation of doing whatever you please to them.

What had this to do with Daisy?

Well, there were things he wanted to do with her. But would she accept? What if she doesn't?

The beautiful auburn-haired princess was taking a nap. Luigi walked smoothly to her side and watched her face. She had her eyes open so she sat up. Luigi sat at her left. Might as well make this straight. He looked at her very eyes. Soon she got the message. When he made sure she wasn't moving away, Luigi took her right hand so she was completely facing him, pulled it slightly and began approaching her lips, slowly. What does a kiss mean? That's just pressing lips. But maybe to her, it would make sense. He let his eyelids half-opened and parted his lips a very bit –

SLAP.

The slap echoed everywhere in the cave. Too much noise all of a sudden. Luigi was sure people turned their eyes to them, to him. What would they see? Then he noticed his head had been pushed to the right, the slap had been that strong. Then he felt his cheek skin burning and stinging vividly. He opened his eyes and locked them on Daisy's disgusted face. Heh. He could manage to change her. She truly thought he was Mr. Meanie here. That would change.

If only.

Then she started to make a scene. Her words?

…Not what Luigi had expected. Maybe ever.

"You. Are you kidding me. No. I know what you're thinking. That I love Luigi so I must love you. There is something wrong in this sentence. Do you fucking think I love you, Luigi. Oh. Oh oh oh. Really."

…

"Because I'm the second princess? Let me tell you. Who in the world would love somebody because they're in the same place? Because I'm the second princess, because you are the second hero, and because we're supposed to be complementary. Let me laugh."

…

"I'm not reduced to that. The man I truly loved was Mario. How foolish we are. You, for thinking I changed my mind. Me, for thinking I had found better. You, Luigi, you chose me because Peach didn't love you but chose your brother. Me? No. I was a fool for thinking we loved each other the romantic way. I never loved you. I just remembered that."

Interesting. Luigi wasn't thinking nor moving, but his mind was cogitating for him.

"And it's not because Mario never loved me but loved that bitch back that I'll go in your arms. It's not because Mario still refuses while she's dead and we're about to follow right after, that I'll "satisfy" myself with you. No no no no…you motherfucker… no. I still have some dignity. I lost my kingdom to you, my cousin, my friends, maybe everything, but you can't force me to love you."

The dust was blown over when she sharply turned her back to Luigi, tall and stiff.

"I just hope you burn in hell."

That wasn't enough.

"Loser."

And then she was gone.

…

…

…

Luigi heard people whispering around him, but he honestly didn't give a fuck. He knew what they would say now. So what? Heh, heh heh, ah ah ah! His goal remained the same. The world had proven once more it would be hell to him. Alright. But it wouldn't get away with this. If the world was hell, Luigi was the devil, and he felt welcomed in this new home. Daisy thought she was the one winning. Luigi had never lifted a finger on her. But he had to adapt: why had he never brutalized her, since Tatanga wasn't interested in her? Had he hoped for something? Anyway, time to change. You have to force things sometimes to get what you want in life. Luigi had so many times crossed the "limits". Heh. Overthinking.

He followed her to her room hidden in the back of the cave. Daisy entered her room, looked for something in a drawer, turned, Luigi was closing the door behind him in one hand. Daisy screamed, "What are you doing?! GET OUT OF MY ROO—" and Luigi slapped her, she fell against the furniture, hitting her head hard. Luigi grabbed her by her collar, she was screaming, squirming, and he threw her on the bed. She was terrorized. The shock of it made her heart pound like she was in the brink of death. Indeed. Luigi was satisfied for her to realize that at her life remained in his hands.

"GET OUT! GET OUT OR I SCREAM!"

"Very well. Scream. People will come. But they can't fight me . I'll kill everyone who stands in my way. Maybe you want them to look at us? Good witnesses, but they're useless where justice doesn't rule. Nobody has and will ever defeat me." Daisy wanted to argue.

But every hero had died.

And usually it didn't take much power to get raped.

She started to struggle, and Luigi was amused. Weak. He chuckled at her snarls. Her hands were everywhere. He grabbed her hair to lift her and slapped, slapped, slapped. Pinning her arms above her head with one hand, he slapped her with the other repeatedly. Her cheeks swelled, blood-red. They turned purple quickly. Her legs were useless, she couldn't stand up: Luigi had managed to slip in-between. Now, all her legs could do, was locking him closer to her. Luigi started to be out of breath, Daisy even worse, but for different reasons. It was so exciting. He grabbed her hair once more, pulled her head back, and landed his cold lips on hers, between her swollen cheeks. She was crying. The shock made her hiccupping, and unfortunately, each time, her belly was pressing against her assaulter's body, who pressed back even more. She felt it, a smooth, solid part of him against her pelvis. She cried harder. There was too much light. She didn't want to see what was happening. Her mind was foggy, yet it hurts. So much…

Luigi delicately rubbed his thumb on Daisy's chin then pulled it down slightly. Again he plunged against her face, this time with tongue. The worst thing was that Daisy liked it. The slightly bitter saliva, the suddenly delicate rubs to ease her pain…and his body pressing against her…

After all, had she really loved Mario? The doubt had taken place when the nurse's boyfriend made her question that. At first, she had wanted to "forgive" Luigi and figure this story out herself, but with him…

So many doubts. She must have been lost. She had confessed her love to Mario just before…before Luigi came…

And she may start to enjoy this…but you should never say yes to somebody who hurts you like that…

Her love had hit her.

And Luigi, now licking her tender throat, aiming for the chest soon, sighed deeply out of love. Later, he would maybe look at his hands, his hands which hurt his love. Why would he slap his love he could possess whenever he wanted? He had to force things. He released his grip on her hands and let it wipe away some of her mucus with his glove, that he would throw away.

Daisy was tomboyish, really skilled in sports. But how foolish had she been. Luigi was a hero who travelled on so many adventures, surviving. Physically, he was way too strong…

Her consciousness wouldn't black out.

Click.

A drop fell from the stalactites and rolled his way around the rocks, sliding in the meaningless natural gutters. Luigi was sitting in a field of magic stones, shining night blue and white. The majestic dark sky far above his head. He wore the same faint smile as always. His hands between the knees. He was letting his brain think for him. He was quite tired…

There was a noise of gravels gritting. The little Toadette had paced up to him, on top of Star Hill. She then sat next to the Mario brother. She had been intimidated previously. And she had reasons to: Luigi had annihilated Tatanga's whole plan. The ships, the basements, the villain himself, the power had been ridiculously incredible that the thick, ash clouds coming from the Dark Land's volcanoes and outshining the sun had been warped into space all in a sudden.

Click.

A tear crashed into the ground at Luigi's feet.

Toadletoe looked up to the man. He was trembling slightly, a little cold.

He was on the brink of shattering.

But just before that, wouldn't that be good to lift the weight on his heart? Toadletoe wouldn't be able to talk after this…

He had so many things he could utter, but the thoughts jostled on his tongue, he couldn't talk, heck, could he even think properly? The painful images flashed before his eyes in non-chronological order, he just couldn't think in one day all the things he suffered in one life, all the things he would have wanted to confess before, long before. Painful? Were they painful? They sure were obsessional when his brain would think. Now, there was a grey fog in his mind, he wouldn't be able to sleep to forget this or to calm himself…

Thinking about all of this was already enough pain.

But…

"I'm some pitiful villain."

"…"

"I was a victim at first, and acted to stay one. I tried to kill myself, once. Then I thought I was being a villain for satisfying my wishes and getting revenge. I have been…then, this little bastard, he… trained me, to strengthen me but…"

He swallowed hard the events back in, right back, deeply.

"I have been killed so many times. I committed suicide twice, a third time, and then countless times."

…

"Why am I being weak now that I'm supposed to have everything under my control? Life is hard, life is a bitch, and that's normal. Crying at this is a mere sign of childishness."

Toadletoe didn't dare to talk…no way she would break that moment…she knew…something had been wrong…things were much more complicated than Toadletoe didn't dare to talk…no way she would break that moment…she knew…something had been wrong…things were much more complicated than having a bloodthirsty bad guy sometimes…especially talking about Luigi…

"Maybe I'm psychotic. Maybe…maybe I was destined to suffer. Made to suffer. Born to suffer. And that would be my only purpose. And when I think I have escaped fate…"

More tears fell. Luigi's face hadn't cringed a small bit, only the eyes would fill with tears.

"But that's not important, right? I just… I realised something throughout those days."

"Did you know… A Hero of the Star… had the power to change the world, for the worst or the best? They simply have the power. They say I am a Hero of Light, but I carry something that predisposes me for badness. Maybe because I'm the younger brother and all. So I am also a Hero of Darkness. And is that a problem? No."

"However, people, fate, were wrong to push me to the extremes. They pushed me too far and my nerves broke. Maybe forever. I am the one who carries those sins. But they are also the ones who get the consequences."

Toadletoe dared: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Luigi was speechless. He was talking but the flow of tears wouldn't cease. There was too much to say. Do you want to know the pain you felt? All those events you forgot, but tell a story? A diary would tell you. His own diary, where was it? In the ruined castle where his dearest friend and him would spend their months? Where was the Paper World book they had brought there? The films? The letters? Where? How many? Too much.

But you know… sometimes, you just can't tell it nor read it.

Sometimes, characters' lives remained mostly hollow to fill others' imagination.

Or is that a mere excuse? A joke?

I remember own day, a Yoshi writing a story. You know. If there is a god in this world, he would be the one dictating our fates, like this Yoshi to his self-invented world. Do you think there is a god in our world, but more perfect? Then, is he responsible? Is he the link between all of us?

Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

His heart was throbbing.

"I am pathetic." A crack in his voice.

"Do you know… Tatanga said I was being stupid… for defeating him…"

"I am a god of destruction despite myself. A walking time-bomb. Did you know that?"

Toadletoe shook her head.

Ba-dum, ba-dum!

"So much for psychology, so much for edginess. I am so fucking unstable in my head. Did you know… I am even weaker than I thought."

Ccrrreaak!

"Defeating Tatanga granted me the other half of the Chaos Heart."

Toadletoe's eyes widened.

Wind. Wind burst around Luigi, staying still as a rock. Warmness emanated too, carried by the air.

"And I am not even strong enough to hold its power for a day."

The floor shook and cracked. Toadletoe jumped away. She was starting to tremble violently.

"I am so pathetic."

The air cracked, there was a flash. Toadletoe stopped processing what was happening. She was petrified and, like a little kid afraid of the dark and the monsters roaming, dropped on her knees and his her head, blocked—vainly - sound and sight. This time, the Chaos Heart revealed itself , before Luigi's whole chest. Luigi who titled his head backwards. His last words?

…

Energy frankly burst out of him like a shockwave. Beating on the pace of the Chaos Heart, Luigi's energy flowed out first, green fire, blue electricity, furious wind. The mountain shook, rocks fell, and the survivors gasped: what was happening? Mario looked up the hill, where a light was starting to illuminate the sky, reflecting towards them. Somewhere, an ex-princess heard death coming.

She greeted it with relief.

And then, another shockwave…

The Star Hill's top was evaporated.

When Luigi's energy came to an end, the Chaos Heart grew to his normal size. Giant. Luigi's body was being pulverised: the clothes, the skin, the muscles, the organs. And then the bones. But they didn't last long.

Another, and the sky turned hollow.

The survivors ran away from the space and time random shifting. The screams, the destruction, and the sound of the Chaos Heart. Mario fell onto his knees in front of a wall of blocks rushing for them—