Okay, well, I guess it's time for the chapter, eh? I must say, I'm extremely pleased with all the immortals that have been showing up, and I can't wait to use them for the tournament! For those of you who missed the announcent, check up with Yoshi in the next chapter for more information.

Falco: And for this fic too, right?

Yup. They'll have roles as big as Nivian had last fic, and his partner in this one, I'm afraid, but hey, they still show up, right? Right?

D.K.: That's true.

Pikachu: RoyalFanatic doesn't own us, SSBM, the Devils or their King, but she does own The Demon King, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed eventually, the angels and the demons (unless they're specifically made by one of you guys), and the Underworld Realm.

Away chapter 4!

It was decided that the tournament would take place in six months; too many immortals wanted to participate. Master Hand spent a lot of time reading profiles and going over statistics as he tried to find fifteen angels and demons, well, fourteen angels and thirteen demons.

A singles tournament began, with the hopes of calming the minds of the smashers. But it seemed to do the opposite for Marth; he could feel his sword strokes getting stronger, swifter, quicker, and deadlier. And that wasn't all; the King laughed with every K.O., and hissed at every T.K.O.; for the angel, it was a living nightmare.

If anyone actually noticed the strange behavior of the angel, however, they never made any attempts to see what was actually wrong. If anything, the angel felt that his friends were…slowly backing away…

"It was fated to happen. Do not fight your destiny. You will do as you were born to do…"

"I wasn't born to be your puppet," Marth said. He sat in his room, a journal opened in his hands. Writing was the best way for him to clear his mind, and so the sleek patterns of angelic writing covered the paper.

"Oh, so you do not know the truth? About why it was so easy for me to use my powers in your body? About why it took only five months for me to communicate with you? About why your father, so ashamed of what he did, left, never to return?"

That final question stuck gold…

"What…my father did?"

"You are an angel, born to be the Door Guardian after the previous one died. However, the demons grew restless, perhaps because I wasn't there to govern, and they breached the Underworld Gate.

"They wanted to kill the families of the angels, since there are very few demons that actually marry. They felt that the angels were getting more advantages than they were, and they wanted to get revenge.

"Your father wasn't alone in what he did; there were other angels whom made the same choice. After all, Renegade Angels aren't born the way they are, they're made that way. My fellow king, Lucifer, decided long ago that the angels could save their families, but at a price: they must bring their child, the one which has the angelic blood, and allow him to alter them. This is how the Renegade Angels are "born".

"You were one of those children. You wonder why your father fled three years ago…I'll tell you. Your mother was sick, and the demons were closing in. The lives of your mother and younger brother were in danger, and so your father took you down to the Underworld.

"Your mother never knew what your father did, which is why he fled. But he offered you to Lucifer in order to save his family.

"Lucifer was most impressed with you, puppet. He told your father that you reminded him of me. And so, you were "reborn" as a Renegade Angel, to serve as my vessel. In order to make sure that you would not fail your duties, your memory was blanked; I was to fill you in of your true purpose when the time came."

"But your spirit's been destroyed," Marth finally found his voice. So much information…and as hard as he tried to deny it, he found himself believing the King's words. Dimmed memories that he never understood came back…and they fitted the tale…

"Yes, it has been," The King confirmed. "But you are still tied to me. In the event that my spirit was destroyed, you were to be my puppet. But now you know the truth, and perhaps I won't make you my puppet. However, I will still offer you what power I have."

"Tell me this; why would I want your power?"

"You'll start to see as soon as you leave this room. Until next time, Renegade."

Realizing he was alone, the angle began to rapidly write.

A month had passed since that day, and Marth finally realized how distant his friends were becoming. An unknown anger slowly began to rise, and soon enough, the prince found himself starting to snap at anyone who was unfortunate enough to be around him when this anger rose to its peak.

Roy had never known his brother to be like this, and was very concerned. But he was also…afraid? Why would he be afraid?

That settled it…

He had to talk to him.

As the young general searched the mansion, there was a loud roar from Bowser and fits of laughter; the kids were pranking again.

"No luck?" Zelda's voice asked from behind him. Roy turned to face the Hylian princess.

"No," he replied. "I wonder where he is…"

"Marth? Try the balcony," Mr. Game and Watch, exiting the living room, suggested. "I saw him there a half an hour ago." Roy nodded in thanks and headed off.

Running up the flight of stairs and passing through some hallways, Roy soon found himself at the balcony. And sure enough, his brother was still there; apparently he was watching the sunset, leaning on the rail. The red haired general walked over to the rail, next to the angel, and leaned forward on it as well.

"Pretty," Roy muttered, hoping to stir his brother in a conversation.

"I thought you didn't like watching sunsets?" Marth asked, after nodding in reply to Roy's comment.

"I don't know; I think it's Zelda's influence," Roy replied. "So…uh…are you feeling alright? You seem…different."

"At least someone notices," Marth muttered bitterly. "I've noticed everyone slowly backing away from me, and well…I have a lot on my mind."

"Like what?" Roy asked. "Is there any way I can help?"

"I…don't think so."

"Why?" How confused Roy sounded! "Do you…not trust me?"

The angle thought for a moment, before answering with a question of his own. "Roy…what do you think of Father?"

"Father?" The general was confused. "What does he have to do with this?"

"…Everything," The angel replied. "Could you answer my question?"

"I think he's great," The general said. "I mean, sure, he did leave us, but he must've had to do his job. I loved every day I got to spend with him."

"If…if Father was forced to do something terrible, in order to save you and Mother, would you still think so highly of him?" The angel asked, finding it so hard to say the words without giving away what he learned one month ago.

"Yeah, I would. He did it to save us, after all."

"What if he had to do something to me…in order to save you and Mother?"

"Why would Father have to do anything like that?" Roy asked. Denial was certainly a mortal's best friend. When he got no answer, Roy tried again. "Do…do you hate Father?"

"Yes," Marth replied. "I do hate him. He…"

"He what?"

The angel shook his head. "It's my problem; I'll deal with it."

"Do you feel better?" The general asked.

"I'm not sure," Marth replied. "I'll see you later." With a nod, he turned and left.

Roy watched him go before turning to the sun. "What did he say?" He asked the setting orb. "I wish you could tell me." He looked to the heavens. "Father…what happened?"

There was no reply to the general's question.

Marth: And that ends the chapter!

Falcon: That's not good! I feel so damn sorry for you! O.o

Yoshi: So that's why your father left…because of what he had to do to save his family.

Marth: So in case you're confused, Renegade Angels are special angels altered by the Devil King. They are given a job by him, and are "reborn", you may say. You can pretty much say I was given the job of serving Nox, and when I do that duty, or have his power, I get the black wings.

Falcon: Well, since this is a replacement of chapter four, we understand if you can't review.

Yoshi: The readers still can; all they have to do is log out and leave an anon. review! Or they can wait until the next chapter, which will appear soon.

Falcon: Decide for yourselves. Stay tuned!