Okay, well, here's chapter three! The fight beginning is, of course, Marth's personal battle to save his sanity.
Falco: Stop sounding so happy! It's damn clear what you've done!
Duh, I know that! (Hits Falco) But that doesn't mean I should be depressed! I need to at least LOOK happy, right?
Pikachu & D.K.: Right!
Told ya!
D.K.: So, uh, RF doesn't own us or SSBM, but she does own The Demon King, who appears as a voice…for now, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed later, the angels and the demons, and the Underworld Realm.
For those of you wondering the "for now" part; no, he doesn't come back. But the next worst thing happens, which I'm not telling! XD
Falco: Away chapter!
How easy it was for life to go from easy to hard…from a dream come true to a nightmare…from a—
The prince angrily shook his head, trying his best to not think of his current situation. He instead tried to focus on other things, such as the meeting that was going on.
All twenty five smashers were debating what to do about the masses that hated them; the people fled, but threats were made. Threats to stop the demons, and shoo the angel back to where it belonged.
"Yes, they said "it"," The Demon King said. "Isn't that so nice? That pathetic race doesn't even give you a gender…"
"The question is what to do now," Mewtwo said. "Does anyone have any ideas?"
"Why don't we just ban them from the island itself?" Jigglypuff asked. "Could we do that?"
"Hmmm…that's a little extreme, and might be difficult, but it's possible," Mewtwo replied. "Anyone else?"
"Are they beyond convincing?" Zelda asked. "Why don't we just head back to our homes and tell the people the truth?"
"That might just be a waste of time, but we can use that as a last resort," Mewtwo replied. "Anyone else?"
"How about we just kill them?" Ganondorf asked. "Let them head to the freaking Underworld, and have them regret ever doing what they did."
"That seems to be the most sought after idea of them all," Mewtwo replied. "And as much as I would like to do that…we can't…"
"Then why don't we hold a tournament?" Falcon asked. Everyone stared at him. "Call the angels from Eternia, and the demons from Danga, and have a tournament. That way the two races can prove their power and existence at the same time!"
"That's…an ingenious idea," Mewtwo said, thinking it over. "Maybe seeing the two races in a tournament will make people reconsider their ideas. Let's do that."
Cheers were raised, and the smashers all stood and left the room. Falcon, since he suggested the idea, was nominated to talk to Master Hand. While the rest of the smashers headed to the living room, arenas or anywhere else they felt like going, Marth managed to sneak away and head outside the mansion.
It was a peaceful night, yet even the stars were not able to ease the angel's mind.
"Your fellow "smashers" had some interesting ideas," The Demon King spoke again.
"Let me guess; you wanted us to do what Ganondorf suggested," The prince said bitterly, revealing his wings and flying towards the center of the forest.
"Of course I do. But Captain Falcon's idea was…not bad. However, it could've been better."
"Better? Better how?"
"Tell those damned angels and those betrayal demons the truth; let them know what "people" think of them. Let them feel the anger, and let them get their revenge."
"That wouldn't solve anything!" Marth stopped midair as he spoke. He could hear the King laugh.
"You're a lot stronger than I thought. But no matter; I can wait…I have all the time in the world, because your so called friends are no different than the mortals that so bother you."
"They're not! If I tell them about you—"
"They will not believe you. They would think you were delusional, mad, or crazy. Not a single one of them will believe you…not even the one you call your brother."
Ignoring the voice, the angel continued flying. He refused to believe the Demon King, but…it was true that he was a little hesitant about telling the others his…predicament.
"Of course you are hesitant," Marth stopped midair again, shocked. Was the Demon King able to read his thoughts? "They won't believe you."
"I just don't want to start a panic," The prince said, turning around and continuing to fly.
"A panic…that would be nice. Eyes wide open in fear…children hiding behind their mothers' backs…men grabbing the first object around them, holding it out as a weapon…the running, screaming, and—"
"Enough!"
"You're weakening, you know," The Demon King said. "I can feel it. You shouldn't deny my offer; with my power and yours, you would be able to do anything."
"Never," The angel said, spotting the mansion once again. Landing by the double doors leading into the mansion, he hid his wings and entered.
"You are only delaying fate; you'll see that for yourself soon. You will be betrayed by your…friends…and you will want your revenge. You will truly see, my little puppet, that being one isn't bad at all. At least they have no feelings that can break." The angel had no words to respond with. He just continued walking. "Very well, I get the idea. Until the next time…my dear, dear puppet."
"So, when should we do it?" Falcon asked. He was sitting in Master Hand's office, while the glove was doing his floating/pacing around his office.
Master Hand had liked the idea of an immortal tournament, and hoped that it would be enough to show the world just exactly what demons and angels were. He even hoped to participate himself; it had been a good while since he fought in a tournament.
"Well, we can't just have it tomorrow," Master Hand replied. "It will take time, not to mention we should give the participants a month or so to train here and get used to the arenas. Three months from now should be the earliest."
"Three months…" Falcon muttered. "So uh, now how do we contact the two cities?"
"How else?" Master Hand asked. "You guys will take care of that. Use the Chariot and fly over there. They probably know about the assault on the mansion, and they are probably feeling up to proving themselves."
"I'm glad I'm the one who thought of the idea!" Falcon proclaimed. Master Hand regarded this.
"True," He said. "You haven't had one of the easiest times here, have you?"
"I wish," Falcon muttered. "But now I'm being treated awesomely! Even Mewtwo said I was a genius!"
"Pride is both a useful and useless tool," Master Hand said. "Make sure not to have too little or too much."
"I'll keep that in mind," Falcon said blankly. The glove let out a laugh.
"Dismissed," He said. Falcon nodded and left. After he left, Master Hand turned to a door that was on the far wall of his office. It easily blended in with the wall itself, and was hard to notice. After pausing for a second, to make sure no one was around, he floated over to the door and opened it.
It led to a room filled with monitors and controls; the Control Room. There had been cameras installed in the mansion ever since the Blood Links incident, yet none of the smashers seemed aware of them; if they did, they didn't say anything. The glove focused his attention on the screens, seeing what was going on.
Luigi and Peach just exited the arenas; both were talking as they headed off to bed. In the kitchens, Zelda was baking a pie. The kids were running around the halls, perhaps playing tag or some other game. Things seemed to be at peace…
Then he noticed Marth…
The prince was walking by himself, heading to the dorms. But that wasn't what concerned the hand. He had faint dark circles under his eyes, and looked ready to drop down and fall asleep at any time. The glove watched as he stopped, glanced behind him, angrily shake his head, and continue on. Master Hand knew that something was wrong.
But then Master Hand realized that this wasn't the first time the angel has acted so strange; during the battle, after he killed that mortal, Marth had acted…very odd. The glove just assumed that it was because he killed an innocent; now, he wasn't sure.
Something was wrong…something was very, very wrong…
If only he knew what…
Yoshi: Chapter end! XD
Falcon: An Immortal Tournament…that sounds so cool! And Master Hand suspects something wrong with our good friend here! (Gestures to Marth)
Marth: No duh, genius.
Falcon: Thanks! …wait, I mean hey!
Yoshi: Well, umm…crud! I can't think of anything to say! NO! ;.;
Marth: Then don't say anything. Review!