This will be a good chapter! Here's number six!

D.K.: You aren't…

I am.

Falco & Pikachu: Oh boy…

Readers will understand what we're talking about when this chapter ends. I'm afraid this isn't the worst of the angst yet, but we're getting closer!

Falco: Stop sounding so happy!

Pikachu: It's her fic, let her sounds happy! Anyways, 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 Hands' true forms, the angels and the demons (unless they're specifically made by one of you guys), and the Underworld Realm.

D.K.: Not much more to say here, so let's begin! Away chapter!

A week had passed since the Pranksters' disastrous attempt to claim the journal, and Young Link was feeling nervous.

The boy was hoping the Triforce of Wisdom would comment on why he was feeling so nervous, but the small golden triangle strangely did not. Fearing that something was wrong, Young Link went to Zelda, and explained everything.

"Hmmm…" Zelda observed the said triangle carefully. At long last, she spoke again. "The Triforce knows something's going to happen soon, and wants us to handle it ourselves."

"Why can't it tell us?" Young Link asked.

"Something's…blocking it?" Zelda muttered. The triangle glowed golden. "No, that's not it. It must be a test."

"A…test?" Young Link asked.

"Something will happen, and we must decide for ourselves what we must do," Zelda replied. "But I'm sure we'll make the right choice."

"What…if we don't?" Young Link asked. "What if we make the wrong choice?"

"I'm sure we won't," Zelda replied. "Now, let's go train, okay?"

"…okay…" Young Link said, doubtful of Zelda's words. The two left for the arenas.

It was a quiet day, for the most part; yet there was an unnecessary tension in the air. Young Link could feel it, and so could Ness and Mewtwo. While the two boys were determined to find out what this said tension was, Mewtwo firmly ignored it, knowing that trouble would be heading everyone's way soon enough.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Marth looked back at the entries he made in the journal. "This could be a good story," he muttered to himself. "A tale about a hero that fights to save himself…"

"And ends up losing, to himself of all people," The Demon King spoke, with a small laugh. "In the end, they call him a fallen hero…yes, a fantastic tale that would be…"

The angel closed the journal and placed it on the desk. "A fallen hero?"

"Certainly. And soon that will be your fate."

"I can hardly wait…" The angel muttered; his voice filled with sarcasm.

"It will be better than you think," The King said.

"That's what you say. But tell me this; why wouldn't my friends believe me if I tell them about you?"

"They want nothing more to do with me. They all know I'm dead, and that is enough for them. For them to hear that I'm still around, even if it is only in your head, will shake away the "peace" in their hearts. Denial is a mortal's best friend, and the desire to cling to the denial of my existence will be stronger than their friendship for you."

"If I tell Sir Master Hand, though…"

"He has most likely already been informed that my heir is now taking the steps to take my place. He would very likely not be able to help you in any way, even if he somehow decides to believe you."

"Another question," The angel said with a frown. "Do I have to be your heir's servant too?"

"Well, I did pass you on to her, so yes, you have to," The King said in reply. "However, if she decides to set you free, then that is her choice. A shame though, but I know Lucifer will give you another Renegade job."

"Why is that?" Marth asked. "Are your stupid demons still threatening the angels' families?"

"Of course they are, silly boy. They are most likely enraged now more than ever because of my spirit's death. Of course, once my heir takes her rightful place as Demon Queen, then they might calm down…but by then, you'll have the job of the Renegade. Perhaps Lucifer might make you a spy…I must suggest that to him."

"How would you do that?"

"A royal of the Underworld has a shadow of him/herself that can never vanish. However, these shadows only remain in the Underworld; never to appear in this world or the higher Realm."

"And that's your revenge? To bring one of us to your shadow?"

"Correct, boy. And the only way to bring one of you to my shadow is to kill him/her…or you. However, I must make that suggestion. Until next time…boy."

Knowing that the King would not bother him now for some time, he got up, stretched, and headed for the arenas.

For the rest of the day, things were normal. Until dinner time…where the prince made the stupidest choices he could…

Bowser started the entire thing; by deciding to start a debate about which immortal race was better in the personal view.

"Personally, I think those demons are something, with a king like theirs," The Koopa King stated. "And don't go saying angels are cause most of them are all good and shit!"

"Well, angels can fly," Luigi said. "And they have cool weapons and stuff."

"There are a lot of strict conducts and rules we're born to follow though," Marth mentioned, shaking his head. "Concerning weapons, how we treat our superiors and the younger generations, and other things."

"I think the angels are better because of that," Peach said. "To have such a way of life, yet to be able to live as freely as we mortals can…that says a lot there."

"But who knows what hidden dark magic the demons hold?" Falco asked. "Personally, I think the demons got it made, with all the funky stuff it's rumored they can do."

"Yeah, especially when you experience it firsthand…" The angel muttered. A second later, he realized what he said, and mentally swore, badly.

"What does that mean?" Zelda asked.

"It…it means…" Marth found himself debating whether or not he should say something. At last, he decided to give it a shot. "It means what it says. He…he's inside me…"

"Who?" Popo asked. The question made Marth sigh in defeat; knowing later he was going to deeply regret mentioning this.

"The Demon King," He answered.

"W…what?" Luigi and Link both yelped at the same time. "We killed him!"

"That's true! We kicked his ass!" Bowser yelled. "How the hell can he be inside you if we killed him?"

"He…he inserted a small piece of his spirit into me before you finished him off," The angel said. "It…was only until last month that I realized what was going on."

"Are you trying to scare us?" Mewtwo asked, frowning. "You're doing a bad job."

"No, he's doing a good one!" Peach said; her voice a little shaky. "He's doing a very good job!"

"I'm not trying to scare you," He managed to said calmly; knowing it was taking all the patience in the world to stop him from snapping, or worse. "Look, I hate this as much as you do…but I can't hold out against him forever."

"Answer this: why would he "insert a piece of himself inside you"?" Falcon asked, making sure to use the air quotes as he spoke.

"Hmm…I don't know…maybe because he wants his freaking revenge for you all killing him!"

"How can he have his revenge on us? He's dead!" Link shouted. "That makes no sense!"

As the other smashers nodded and agreed, Marth could feel tears coming to his eyes. However, he was quick to notice Roy's lack of agreement, or lack of talk, for that matter, and looked over at him.

"Roy…you have to believe me…" He muttered. "I…I wouldn't lie to you…"

Roy was torn in two; of course he knew his brother would never lie to him…but to believe that the Demon King was still giving them trouble? Even after defeating him six months ago? It was hard to believe…

"I…can't believe that…" Roy finally said. "The Demon King…is still a part of our lives? I can't believe that…"

"So…he was right…" The angel muttered softly. Roy's refusal to believe him was the final straw. None of them would believe him…Nox was right…he shook his head and ran out of the room.

"Don't think of something so stupid next time!" Bowser yelled after him. "You should at least TRY to sound believable if you want to scare us or joke like that!"

"But what if it wasn't a joke? Or a scary tale?" Young Link asked, now believing they made the wrong choice by not believing him.

"The Demon King can't be wanting to hurt us; he's dead," Link replied. "We killed his spirit; there's NO WAY he can hurt us."

"But—"

"No buts, Young Link!" Link said, frowning. "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm…I'm not hungry anymore," Young Link muttered, leaving the room as well. He wasn't sure if he believed the angel's words or not, but he had a strong feeling they failed their test.

"I told you they wouldn't believe you." How fast the King was there to gloat! "Why did you tell them that?"

"I brought that upon myself…but…it still hurts…" The angel sat in the center of his room, hugging his knees as he mentally cursed himself for his stupidity.

"But now you know where they truly stand; if they were true friends, they would've believed you. They only proved that they are just like the other mortals; that they have never changed, and they never will. And they also proved I was right."

"You…were right…about so many things…" The angel muttered. "Perhaps you're right…about the rest…as well…"

"Of course, I am, angel," The Demon King said. "Of course you want your revenge, and what power I have on me will help you achieve that. So…will you accept my power?"

The angel thought about this, considering the consequences of accepting and refusing. But then he thought of his friends' reactions, his brother's refusal to believe him, and his own hurt pride. At long last, he made his answer, an answer that he knew he wouldn't regret.

"Yes…I'll do it…I'll accept your power..."

"Excellent..."

Marth: And she ends the chapter there…

Falcon: Whoops; we made the wrong choice…wonder what will happen next.

Yoshi: All we can tell you is that he's going to change, and that his sanity…will change as well…

Falcon: Tell us what you think! And since this isn't the worst that will happen, you can keep on sharpening your knives, swords, and other weapons you'll use to kill RF.

Yoshi: FALCON!

Marth: Just review!