Marceline followed Marshall through alleys and fields. At one point she wanted to ask where they were going but decided against it knowing it would only confuse her more.
Every now and then she'd go dizzy, like the time when she was with Bonnibel but without the horrible sickly feeling.
And every time she did, her vision blurred and her eyes stung. Anger welled up inside of her every time they saw another person.
"M-Marshall...i don't know what's happening." Marshall stopped and walked towards her.
"You need to eat something." He looked around the big open field and smirked when he saw a small rabbit. "Go get it, it'll help you."
She took a deep breath and ran towards the unsuspecting animal, hands gripping onto its body as she picked it up.
Kill it. Kill. it. Eat it!
Marceline looked at Marshall who smiled at her before biting down on the rabbit. It tasted..not too bad actually. Though the thought of killing a poor defenceless animal was sick and wrong to her it helped with the pain and dizziness.
"Good job Marce." Her brother praised, taking out a tissue and handing it to her. "You might wanna.." he gestured to her mouth and Marceline raised a brow. "Wipe the blood off?"
"Oh, right."
"Not long now Marce, i promise."
"Where are we going anyway?"
"Pandemonium." he stated, squinting in the sunlight. Marceline's mouth began opening and closing, almost like a fish out of water.
"The...The capital of hell?" Marshall nodded and continued walking in the direction of a large forest.
"You know...We're all anathemas, you're the biggest anathema there is now but that's just because everyone hates you."
"Gee thanks."
"No, not like that..well yeah, exactly like that. No. I mean the only reason you're the new chosen demon queen thing is because you hate yourself more than anyone. Even Satan likes himself."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You've been alive a lot longer than you think Marceline. You're an Aeon."
"Can you stop using all these fancy words Marshall."
"Do you know what they mean?"
"Well yeah. Pandemonium means Chaos and whatnot. an Anethama is something that is shunned deeply disliked and Aeon means something that's old or aged." She surprised herself when all that knowledge spilled out of her mouth.
"You know...I've read about the master in a book and it says your supposed to be omnipotent. So much so that you kill the master and reign over the depths of hell."
"I've read about something to do with hell as well...said that if a person was sent to hell they would make others their thralls, only if the subject was willing enough."
"So who are you going to make your thrall?"
"im not submitting anyone into thraldom. Its stupid and weird."
"Your stupid and weird." Marceline scowled at Marshall who just smirked and shrugged, walking into the forest.
"So...Let me get this straight, im supposed to go all the way to hell and unwillingly rule there while you get to sit and watch?"
"You also supposed to be 'the sempiternal' one which means-"
"I know what it means Lee." She growled, kicking a branch in annoyance.
"Stop being so malign Marceline."
"I can't help it! this role of being a demon queen is being forced onto me and i don't know the first bloody thing about hell."
"Well, the thing you tore apart was a disambiguator which is a shape-shifter. They're pretty nasty but nothing that a mere mortal couldn't handle."
"Okay so..." She stopped when she heard someone talking from one of the bushes nearby. "Marshall-lee tell me you here that."
"Leroy, Damien. Where are the others?" Marceline gasped when she saw two cat-like people emerge from the shrubbery.
"The statues...they're everywhere."
"What, they're supposed to be in empyrean. That's not possible how did they get out?"
"The gods sent them." Marshall screwed his face up and looked down at the ground. "we have to get Marceline to my parents, quickly." The set off jogging and before Marceline knew it, she was standing in front of a small shack.
"What the..."