Things are a little shaky on Planet Nintendo, eh? But no world's perfect!
Falco: That's…not the point…
No, I suppose it isn't. Here's chapter two!
D.K.: I'm sure the disclaimer gave you the idea of who the villain here is, but for formal purposes, it's time to finally introduce him. Please restrain from hurting RF, and the guys below will explain any confusion.
Pikachu: Me disclaim, cause I'm used to it! RoyalFanatic doesn't own us or SSBM, but she does own the villain of this piece, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed later, the angels and the demons, and the Underworld Realm.
Falco: The villain of this peace? Right…anyway, away second chapter!
The next few days were tense for the smashers; for they soon found out that the rumors were true.
Peach, who had been shopping in Smash City, was seen running up to the mansion's front doors, yelling loudly to close the mansion's gates and keep them shut!
"Of course, they may sneak in through the forest or plains surrounding the mansion," Mewtwo said, as he watched Master Hand floating back and forth, as if pacing. The two were in Master Hand's office; the latter calling the former in.
"Well then, they got through, and that's the end of that," the glove said. "May their gods and goddesses have mercy on their souls, for they will receive no quarter from me!"
"Nor from us," Mewtwo said. "But if you wish to prove you're not a bad demon—"
"What's the point of that?" Master Hand bitterly asked; stopping and facing the psychic pokemon. "They'll never listen to our side of the story! This is what they know: 'The great Hand Brothers are demons! They not only deceived twenty four innocents and an angel that they're not bad, but they also killed an innocent girl!'
"But the village near the Infinite Glacier will probably be the only place that knows that's not true because the said girl died there long before I even came around!" He slammed himself onto his desk, breaking it.
"So, we fight?" Mewtwo asked, cleaning himself off with his telepathic powers.
"Yes," Master Hand replied. "Most of those people didn't even like our tournament in the first place. No holding back, unless you see someone you actually know."
"Understood," Mewtwo said, before gliding out of the office. Master Hand somehow sighed as he watched the pokemon go.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"I hope Ash isn't among all those that managed to breech our gates…" Pikachu muttered. All twenty five of the smashers were gathered in the Meeting Room, hearing out what Mewtwo had to say.
"Those we know do not necessarily have to die," Mewtwo said. "However, I would like to be the one to find and decimate that brat of a trainer."
"We all know that," Jigglypuff spat out. "But shouldn't we focus on the situation at hand?"
"That's true," Samus said. "So, we go out there and kick ass, right?"
"Basically," Mewtwo said. "But of course, for the five patrolling the inside of the mansion…"
"We'll live," Luigi said; Pikachu, Mr. G&W, Marth, and Dr. Mario nodding. "So let's scram! Good luck out there!" The five smashers left the room.
"And so it begins…" Mewtwo muttered. "Everyone knows their station?" The remaining smashers nodded. "Then let's do this!"
"They'll regret ever messing with us!" Bowser roared, making a fist and slamming it on the table.
"Yeah!" Falco cried.
They jumped to their feet and ran off.
What a predicament everyone was in!
Not too long after Marth began patrolling the training rooms, the sounds of battle began. He shook his head; what a serious unbalanced race, the mortals were! Obviously, that was them at their worst, but if at their best…
"Nonsense, mortals would never show that side of them."
"What?" Marth immediately stopped. "Is…someone there?"
"So, you can finally here my voice? I'm glad. It means this waiting has paid off." The voice was fair…did the angel hear it from somewhere before?
"Do I know you?" He asked; a hand already on Falchion's hilt.
"Silly young key, of course you do. Five months ago, you were my vessel. Never in my life did I imagine anyone that could actually harness my power." Silly young…key? Five months?
Realization hit him…hard.
"The Demon King? You're the Demon King?"
"Silly, of course I am." Now the prince recognized the fair voice. "I'm glad you can finally hear me."
"What do you want?" Marth asked, starting to feel both angry and scared. "How are you talking to me?"
"The one thing we immortals will always be better at is magic, wouldn't you say?" The Demon King asked. The angel pulled the blade out of its sheath in response. "Oh, I wouldn't do that; you can't hurt me. As your friends killed me, I activated a certain spell…you should know what I'm talking about."
"Certain spell?" Realization hit the prince again. "You…your soul…you're inside me!"
"You are very smart," The Demon King said. "I'm glad. And now, as to why I would do this…
"Your friends made me very, very, very angry, young key. And do you want to know why? I was just revived, just born, you may say, and I fall to them…to pathetic mortals. And the trick you played didn't help me either. I want at least one of you "smashers" to be tortured in the Underworld. And you're going to help me achieve that."
"And how's that?"
"I will break you, pathetic angel. After you do agree with my ideals, with my power, you'll be able to bring your friends to me, one by one."
"I will not put any of them in that kind of danger!" Marth angrily yelled, his fear vanishing.
"So, you care more for your friends than yourself…then perhaps I'll have you take your own life instead."
"I will not give in!"
"Don't make oaths that you know you will not keep," The Demon King said, with a hint of pleasure in his voice. "We both know that sooner or later, you will enjoy using what power I have to offer you."
"Attention! Five fighters have breeched the mansion walls!" Master Hand's voice rang over the P.A. "Defense Team; you know what to do!"
"I will allow you to fight," The Demon King's voice started to…fade? "Until after the battle…puppet."
"Puppet?" The prince asked, enraged. Before he could get an answer, a male mortal wielding a heavy axe spotted him.
"The angel!" The man cried. Angel? Marth looked to find his wings out, which shocked him; they weren't there before… "You shouldn't even exist! Prepare to die!"
The angel shook his head and flew into the air, avoiding the axe. Holding his left hand out, he already began to start a spell's chant in his mind. The man looked confused; apparently, mortals HAD to speak chants if they wanted to use spells.
The look of confusion turned to shock as the spell was completed, and small beams of light headed his way, coming from the angel's fingers. The five beams hit him, weakening him greatly. He tried to get up as the angel before him charged his blade with a holy light, but as he tried to flee, another beam of light, bigger than the first five, pierced his body. He fell to the floor, dead.
"Defense Team! Ten more fighters have breeched the walls!" Master Hand announced. "Take care of yourselves!"
"Yes…please do…puppet."
Marth sighed, throwing his blade to the ground before collapsing to the ground; his face hidden by his hands.
His fate was sealed…and he knew it…
Falcon: And that ends the chapter!
Yoshi: Holy dinosaurs! It's Nox!
Falcon: So uh, yeah, immortals can think chants, which is why none of the six heard him during The Angels' Door.
Yoshi: So that's what he meant!
Marth: Yes, that's what he meant. And as for the summary, yeah, that's me. But we'll see what happens…review!