A/N: For some reason when i edited this some wierd shit went down and i had to spell check and do everything again and fuck that was horrible.
"Tell me you are joking and you will leave this room alive." A voice drifted through the throne room.
"I'm s-sorry sir but it's true; your troops need more time to prepare."
"That will take a month!"
"Yes...but that way we'll win for sure."
"I have not waited over 100 years just to wait another month. That girl needs to die now, not in a week or a month or a year, NOW!" The words echoed off of the walls, lingering just long enough to give it an eerie chill.
"Sir, a month isn't that long. The girl will think we've decided not to attack and they'll put their defences down just long enough that we'll kill them all."
"...That's actually...not that bad. What's your name thrall?"
"Harrison, sir."
"Well then Harrison, go back up to the troops and make sure they do not stop training."
"Yes sir." The man sat on the the largest throne, made out of what looked to be like red leather, grinned a rather manic smile, his long white hair blowing slightly in the drought. His right hand clenched around the handle of a metal stick, the top of which was shaped to look like horns protruding out of someone's head. The mans bright red eyes travelled around the dimly lit room, which oddly resembled a cave, stopping on the door in front of him.
You and your friends, you're planning on taking The Master out are you not? My dear, dear, dear Marshall-lee, i know alot of things. Things i haven't told you all this time I've been in your head. Have you not thought about the possibility of your mother coming back?
My sister is now a Demon Mage, i doubt you know any vampire's that actually like you do you?
There is one. His name is Aragoun, very full of himself; love's the whole drinking blood thing and to be honest, i hate him. If you'd be so kind as to kill him for me, i might tell you what The Master is planning.
Aragoun, as in the famous Aragoun Grich? There is no way in the very depths of hell that i would send my sister to kill that dangerous git.
So...you don't want to know about when The Master is attacking the disgusting little place you call home? Shame, i know alot about what happens in both hell and heaven.
Aragoun is not only a dick, but also an absolute monster. How do you even know him?
Take the Angels for example, i know that one of them has been sent down to your town to speak to one of your friends. I know that you're secretly jealous of your sisters power. I also know of your mothers whereabouts. Get rid of him and i'll spill, dont and...be the clueless idiot you already are.
My mother was banished years ago, Lucia is no longer a problem for us. We get to her, kill her, and leave.
She's back.
You're infuriating you know that?
Yes, it's one of my many great traits.
Fine, we'll kill Grich for you. He smirked, knowing that his plan was a success. Now all he had to do was kill the girl and take over. Simple.
"Marceline, I've located our next target." Marshall called as he knocked his palm against the girls door, frowning when he got no reply. "Are you even awake?" His hand curled up into a fist as he pounded it against the wood once more. "Come on.." He groaned, opening the door and finding that Marceline had left out of the window.
She never actually told me why she needed to use her wings. Marshall stepped towards the window and looked down at the ground. It was far too big of a jump and there was no indication that she had used anything to get out. The faint sound of police sirens could be heard from the city, not too far from Marceline's house. Marshall's red eyes scanned the dark room before jumping out of the window, two brown wings sprouting from his back with a tear of flesh, beating out next to him as he flew towards the city.
He snarled slightly as he dived down onto one of the roofs, looking down at the streets which were now empty, only a few cars speeding past. It was then that he heard it; a loud bang, followed by footsteps near the alleyway next to the building he had landed on. Marshall watched with fascination as two men ran out onto the streets, followed by a girl he knew to be 'The Demonic Saviour'. The black haired boy jumped down and began to run after her, narrowing his eyes when she began to climb up one of the buildings which the men had ran past.
Marshall took off into the air, looking down at the girl as she ran and jumped across the rooftops, slowly catching up with her prey. He took the moment to strike, right when she was mid jump. They fell down onto the slightly damp ground, the girl wrestling to get back up.
"Get off of me!" She growled, kicking him away as she stood and hurriedly looked around. "Aw fuck, you let them get away!" Marshall ran towards her, grabbing hold of the hood and pulling it down.
"M-Marceline? You're the demonic saviour?" Marceline rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair before pulling the hood back up and nodding.
"Surprised me as well.." She muttered, eyes darting around for cameras.
"You shouldn't be running around with the police after you, you're wanted!"
"Yeah, no shit." Marshall grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards an empty street where Marceline huffed and crossed her arms with a glare.
"Tell no one, only people you trust with your life. That clear?"
"Oh fuck off Lee, you act like you're the boss of me just cos you're older. You know nothing about what i do and how i do it." She spat, pushing him backwards.
"I'm trying to protect you Marceline!" He yelled as she walked away.
"Do me a favour and go piss off someone else for a change, I'm getting tired of your shit Marshall." The boy drooped down in defeat and turned his back, glancing back at her before walking back home.
Marceline glared down at the floor and yanked her hood back up, pulling her mask up so that no one knew it was her.
Fuck him, i don't need his blessing for every fucking thing i do. She began to speed up a little, her feet striding with a bit more confidence.
Why don't you get rid of him, permanently i mean.
You're no fucking better than him. I may as well kill the both of you. The voice seemed to chuckle slightly and Marceline could have sworn she felt him shake his head.
That moment will soon come my dear, but first...you might want to think about how your actually going to initiate the killing of your poor poor brother.
What moment?
Silence.
fuck you. Marceline felt something cross over her body for a second, slowing her down and creating a buzzing sound in her head. Pain was the next thing she experienced. It was in the very centre of her chest, sharp and pointed before it changed into something different, a stinging feeling directly over her un beating heart. It was almost, almost, like she was being stabbed.
"Shit," She hissed, clutching her shirt with her hand. Marceline choked and gasped when she saw she was now bleeding, covering her hand with the sticky red substance. She began to cough and splutter, spitting out blood as she did so. And then, she was on her back, sprawled out on the pavement and a throbbing on her forehead. She had been hit by something, she was sure of it. The blood began to trickle down, staining the pavement, and spilling from the corner of her mouth.
The pain was excruciating.
She coughed once more, sending a large amount of blood onto her neck and shirt underneath before everything began to go blurry.
"Not...now.." She croaked as her eyes were forced to close.
When she awoke, her clothes had been changed into a red shirt and black unbuttoned shirt which had been rolled up to her elbows. Her legs were now clad in black skinnie jeans and her feet in black converse which had red laces. She squinted and looked around, noticing that she was back in the Palace in heaven, how she had gotten there she had no idea.
"Your completely fine, no need to worry." A kind and calm voice came from behind her where she lay. Marceline quickly got up and turned around, her eyes going wide when she realised who she was standing before. "Congratulations on making it by the way." God said with a smile. Marceline suddenly felt out of place, being the only demon in the room and she wasn't wearing white.
"Making it? Are you telling me that i could have died!?" She shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls, making it seem bigger and louder.
"Well, you did bleed quite alot. For a demon with no pulse that is." They seemed to be having a stare off, Gods piercing, green eyes facing Marceline's challenging red ones filled with fury. "Come and sit," He broke the stare and turned to the large chair next to his, a hand presenting the throne. Marceline's eyes flicked to the seat before reluctantly walking over to it and sitting down.
"We're not friends." She spat, looking at the angel guards garbed in shiny white armour and winged helmets.
"They wont attack unless provoked," The white haired man spoke, noticing the girls sudden fascination with the angels.
"And what if i provoke them?"
"Have a go if you like, i brought you here to chat but seeing as you'd like to assault my people..." Marceline stood and took her ring off, stuffing it into her pocket as she felt the claws and horns tear through bone and flesh. With her wings tucked behind her back she showed no need to escape, instead she raised her fists and arched a brow at the guards as they got into their attack stance.
"How many are there in here?" She asked, glancing around the room.
"Eight in total, all for security purposes of course." Marceline smirked and cracked her fingers as the guards began to sprint towards her, conjuring white spears in there hands. The first guard that attacked swung his spear down towards her, Marceline raising her arm which split the thing in half, leaving marceline to grab him behind his neck and shoving her clawed hand straight through his armour and stomach. He fell to the ground with choked gasps and blood pooling around him.
That's it...get the urge out of the way first, you suicidal murdering lunatic! Oh god am i enjoying this.
The next guy tried to jump onto her back, only to be kicked in the stomach as Marceline turned around, landing with a loud clang. As he began to get up Marceline sent a shard of black ice into another mans head, the blood trickling down the pristine armour and splattering onto the floor, flying backwards as the ice entered the wall, letting him dangle.
Nice use of your magic there, six more to go. Ventilate your anger and watch their blood spill. Marceline did just that, running forwards towards a wall, running up it and flicking her self off, landing on a guys head and sending him down onto the ground, his head smashing against it with a crunch of his skull. It was then that two of them charged at her, earning a stab in their necks and stomach.
Half way there...Marceline roared and once again used a large chunk of ice to pierce a guards shoulder before elbowing him in the face, the impact against the wall cracking his head open. She began to run at the other three, grabbing two of them and slamming them into a wall so powerfully that the wall crumbled slightly. Keeping hold of them she turned and threw one at a pillar, knocking it down as the other man dangled from her grip like a rag doll. She tore him in half with ease and turned to the last guard.
Bite. Just one word sent her sprinting, hands grabbing the chest plate and ripping it off, revealing a white button shirt which was soon blood stained from the large chunk of neck missing from his body. She spat the blood and flesh out, blood pouring down her chin as she turned to God, a dazed look on her face.
"I wouldn't have thought that you had anger problems but then again you do have a rather.." He searched for a word, one that was kind enough to use. "Gruesome obsession, don't you Ahriman?" Marceline arched a brow and wiped the blood away with the back of her hand. "Ah, he still hasn't told you yet has he?"
"Who hasn't told me what?" God patted the seat next to him, a humble smile on his face.
"The voice inside your head."
"Why did you call me ahriman?" Okay okay, i'll tell you now. Your the god of destruction, darkness and death.Marceline glared at the white haired man before standing up, glancing around at the pure massacre she had created. "Take me back home."
"I brought you here for a reason."
"Now, old man." Marceline blinked, her voice sounded...louder and rougher, almost as if it was another person speaking. God sighed and clicked his fingers.
Marceline gasped as her eyes shot open, staring into the darkness of the night. She was wearing the same tattered hoodie and mask, hands, elbows and knees clad in safety pads. The pale girl was thankful that the people of Neptr never wandered around late at night; if they did...Marceline would have been thrown in jail on the first night of her 'heroic deeds'.
Her clothes were still soaked in blood, though the wounds had magically closed and healed themselves, the pavement was stained a dark red, something that marceline had to try and clean up.
As if God had heard her thoughts, there was a flash of lighting up in the clouded sky. And then there was rain. Lots and lots of rain. Washing the blood away and drenching the still laid down girl.
Charlie's POV
I never really was the most organized person in the world. So maybe that was how i ended up sat next to Emmett in my room, me searching for a song on you tube while he distracted himself with all the punk-rock posters and shirts hung up on my wall, scattered around my room.
There was a knock on my door which i ignored, my hand gripping the mouse tightly when Emmett turned to face me on the seat next to mine.
"Charles, you and your boyfriend better get down here for tea!" I glared at the screen, my cursor hovering over the video labelled Props and Mayhem-Pierce the veil before i shut my laptop and standing up rather quick, opening the door and glaring at my twin brother, Eros. His eyes were the exact same foresty green colour as mine and his hair used to be like mine too but since he hates my guts, he dyed it black.
"He's not my fucking boyfriend you twat."I spat at him, earning a glare as i shoved passed him. His skinny body stumbled backwards slightly before he regained balanced and followed me and Emmett to the kitchen.
"Ah, Charlie and her friend are finally here." Tartarus was the oldest, his long black spiky hair had natural white tips and highlights. He was sat at one end of the table, a displeased expression on his face. Ever since i left heaven his love for me as a sister dissapeared, never to be seen again because of his loyalty to the Angels.
"Great, we can finally start." Nyx said with a grin, his short brown hair also spiked up, yet his looked more untamed than Tartarus' did.
"What is your name young man?" Tartarus drawled, black eyes fixed on Emmett as he sat down next to me.
"Emmett." The freckled boy smiled, looking around at my brothers.
"Can we get on with eating now?" i asked, obviously annoyed.
"Yeah, you'd like to get back to kissing your boyfriend wouldn't you?" Eros muttered, eyes staring into mine with hatred.
"At least i can get a kiss off someone," No, no what am i doing?! "Last time you tried to kiss someone they ran away screaming, true?" Eros took his plate and stood, walking out of the room as quickly as possible. Tartarus let out a sharp breath and stood as well, his hand swiftly moving to take his own and nix's plate as they left, Nyx looking back at me with an apologetic look. Like i needed it. "You hungry?" I mumbled, playing with my food as i glanced over at Emmett.
"Not really." I nodded and stood, walking upstairs and immediately i got to a problem; Eros had completely trashed my room. My laptop lay, smashed up, on the floor and everything had been tipped over. The only thing which hadn't been moved was my phone which had seemingly gone unnoticed from its place on the bed. I picked it up, thankful that i left the earphones in and turned to Emmett who was stood in the doorway, smiling one of his smiles. I glared at him and lead him out the house, towards my favourite spot in the woods next to my house.
(M)
Marceline walked into the house to find Simon talking to someone in the kitchen. Two people in fact. She slowly crept towards the doorway, pulling her mask off and stuffing it in her pocket before pulling her hood down and peering around the corner, there, sat down, were two police men, fully armed.
"Would you happen to know the whereabouts of the Saviour?" Marceline swallowed hard and yanked her gloves off, grabbing her bag from its new place under the stairs and putting everything in there.
"No, no...if i did I'd have reported it to you." Simon said with a chuckle. Marceline pulled the hoodie off and realised that wearing a white shirt underneath wasn't the smartest thing in the world as it was now covered in blood. She slowly made her way upstairs and put a clean black shirt on, its long sleeves hiding the blood on her skin.
"Does anyone else live here with you?"
"My niece, Marceline."
"And how old is she?"
"17 years old." Marceline cursed under her breath and made her way back down to the kitchen, knocking on the open door as she stared curiously at the police officers. "Here she is, where've you been?"
"Out." Marceline breathed, sitting next to Simon on the stool. "What's up?" She nodded towards the two men who were now staring at her.
"There doing house to house investigations on that hero girl."
"Yes..." The man bent down slightly and looked into her eyes with fascination. Marceline looked down at the table before he straightened back up again, eyes still fixed on her. "Do you mind if we speak to her in private?" Fuck it I'm screwed. Simon nodded and patted the girl on the back, making her wince slightly from her tumble with Marshall. Obviously they saw it and got out a notebook.
"So," The other man, clove as it said on his badge. "Do you know who this girl is?"
"Nope."
"You're fit the same description almost, anything you'd like to tell us?" Marceline shifted slightly, throat tightening and stomach churning.
"No." She managed to croak out.
"And where exactly have you been tonight?"
"My girlfriends house." The men looked at her as if she had just grown three heads.
"Great, mind calling her for us, it's just to make sure your not lying."
"Why on earth would i lie to you about staying at my girlfriends house for a few hours?"e
"You tell me." Marceline drooped down, defeated and pulled out her phone, scrolling to Bonnies name and calling her.
"Hey Marcy, I'm just heading over. You forgot something at mine when you came round last." Marceline grinned and looked up at Clive who nodded, telling her to go on.
"Great, see you in ten." It was in fact five minutes later that Bonnibel came into the room, simon closing the door behind her.
"What's happening?" Bonnibel asked, worry laced in her tone when she saw the men.
"We're trying to find the Demonic Saviour." Bonnie nodded and walked over to Marceline, handing her the textbook she had left and wrapping her arms out her shoulders from behind, eyes flicking between Clive and Wilson.
"Simon, you can come back in again." Clive opened the door and smiled as Simon sat straight back down.
"We need to sort this out with the team." He muttered, turning his back on them and talking into his radio. Bonnie turned her head and kissed Marceline's cheek, eyes still fixated on Wilson who was watching intently.
"I don't like this," She mumbled into the older girls hair. "It seems awkward now that they're watching."
"Well then, it seems as if there has been a sighting near the city. Thank you for your cooperation." As soon as they left Marceline's mouth was attacked with Bonnibels, earning a muffled squeak and a chuckle from Simon.
Bonnibel stayed over that night.
A/N: Ooooh, they totally had the sexy times after that. We all know it. I should have just put 'And they fucked graciously throughout the night' shouldn't i?
Oopsie daisies.