Heh, sorry about that…again. (Shifty eyes) I have no official excuses, for the most part, so you can decide for yourself the reason for the updation lack.

Falco: You're weird.

I know. Hmm…D.K., how about you disclaim this time?

D.K.: Whatever. RF doesn't own us, SSBM, the Devils or their King, your immortal OCs (including Nox's heir), but she does own The Demon King, Nivian's partner, who will be revealed eventually, the Hands' true forms, other angels and the demons, and the Underworld Realm.

I can also slightly blame Writer's Block, but meh, I have something that might work. Let's see how it goes!

Pikachu: AWAY CHAPTER EIGHT! XD

If anyone told the smashers that everything has a reason, they wouldn't believe that person. No way. Never.

Not after seeing how Marth went from a normal smasher to a troubled one to a completely psychotic maniac.

However, Young Link felt that maybe this transformation wasn't on his part alone. Maybe the others, including himself, and some other mysterious connection helped the angel along this path. And maybe that connection…was the Demon King.

It pained Young Link to know that the King might still be hunting them, but he was, maybe still is somehow, a Royal of the Underworld. There has to be some special case that could allow him to somehow infiltrate the angel's mind, and sap his sanity away.

At any rate, the boy thought about the journal again.

"He said it held secrets that explained everything…" He muttered to himself, as he ran on one of the treadmills in the fitness center, alone. "Secrets that no one, not even Master Hand, must find out about…what if he talked about hearing the Demon King in the journal? What if everything he learned and heard was recorded in it? It's the proof that he was telling the truth!

"But if the journal was destroyed…no, it probably wasn't destroyed or burned; it's evidence…" Young Link turned the treadmill off. "Maybe it's just buried…but…I think I do believe him. I wonder, though, if knowing I believe him will change him in any way. Probably not; after what Roy said…it must suck to know that your own brother won't believe you…"

"Hey Young Link!" Ness shouted, entering the fitness center. "Whatcha up to?"

"I was just about to head into the city," Young Link replied. "But first I'm going to my room and getting some smash coins, though…wanna come?"

"Nah," Ness said. "Plan on heading to the Mulit-man Melee."

"? Interesting…good luck," Young Link said. Since when did the smashers care for battling against the wireframes? It seemed to have grown too popular…too quickly. Ness grinned and walked off. After waiting a few seconds, making sure Ness was gone, the younger version of Link exited the room as well.

Rushing to the dorms, Young Link was pleased to see that no one was in the area. Double checking, just for safety, Young Link dashed not into his room, but the destroyed one that belongs to Marth.

Ignoring the damage, instead the boy shuffled through the broken pieces of the desk before finding what he was looking for; the journal. It remained undamaged. Smiling with his success, he immediately left the room and headed out the mansion, thanking the goddesses that he already carried a few Smash Coins, the island's currency, with him.

He made his way through the mansion grounds before spotting the gate that separated the ground that the Hands' bought with the rest of the island. The gate was open, to Young Link's relief, and he took off, heading for the city itself.

"Hey Bridgett!" Young Link happily called when he entered the Inn. Bridgett, a young human girl who worked for the owner of the inn, smiled happily at him. She was probably a year younger than Young Link himself, had hazel eyes, and wore a tan dress.

"Link! Hi!" She said, waving; her long black hair bobbing up and down. "I just have a guest to tend to; stay right there!"

Young Link waited patiently as Bridgett headed into the inn's kitchen, most likely to get whatever the patron ordered, and headed up the stairs with a plate of food. After a minuet, she finally descended the stairs.

"What's up?" She asked when running up to the young boy.

"Something, but first, how are things with the demons?" Young Link asked. "They aren't bothering you and your dad are they?"

"No, they been down," Bridgett said. "My mom's idea worked; although I still find it hard to believe I'm sister to a Renegade Angel; even after three years. And I do miss her. I wonder what she was assigned to do…"

"I'm glad you and your dad are still safe," Young Link said. "Now, for why I'm here; I need your translation abilities." Bridgett looked confused. Young Link showed her the journal. "I'm not sure if word spread to the city or villages of the island or not, and if not, I must ask that you keep this a secret, but Marth's gone insane. I think his journal can explain why." He handed her the journal.

"The angel smasher?" Bridgett asked. Young Link nodded. "Well, we have heard, but we're not saying anything about it around foreigners." She opened the book and read the first page. "Hmm…wow, this is horrible!"

"What is it?" Young Link asked.

"The Demon King of yore's spirit is resting deep inside his heart," Bridgett replied. "He was suspicious of something though…ever since a laugh five months ago…the first entry is dated a month and a few weeks ago."

"That fits when he started acting strange…although not as strange as he is now," Young Link admitted.

"We'll head over to my house," Bridgett said. "Let me tell the Innkeeper I'm heading out. I'll meet you there!"

Six minuets later, Bridgett and Young Link were in the girl's house. She was translating the journal page by page; Young Link read over each page she translated.

Young Link frowned; how right he was! The journal was the proof of Marth's accusations. What had he and the others done? There wasn't much the first month this was happening; the angel spoke of how hard it was to battle. No wonder he was accused of slipping…and Nox talking about his revenge…on them all. Again Young Link questioned what he and the others had done.

"This is horrible," Bridgett muttered. "Apparently, he had to do the same thing my sister did to protect his mother and younger brother."

"What?" Young Link asked. Bridgett handed her the recent entry she translated in reply. Young Link read the entry twice. "Nox's…servant and vessel? Holy cow! He's a Renegade!" This was more serious than Young Link thought. "The memories were dim, and after hearing Nox, they resurfaced…and a hatred for everyone that did this to him; his father included! No wonder he was so upset that I grabbed the journal…"

"More battling," Bridgett said, flipping through the pages. "And something here about the Underworld Royals."

"What's it about?" Young Link asked.

"Underworld Royals have shadows that can never die, so in fact, they never do," Bridgett replied. "But those shadows can never leave the Underworld. Hey, it's the last entry."

"Read it!" Young Link said.

"'It seems he was right on more than one account, the accursed Demon King,'" Bridgett read. "'I can't believe I let that slip out! But I decided to give it a try…perhaps at least one of them would believe me. I can't believe how wrong I was. It hurt like hell…when my own brother, my own brother, refused to believe my words…I think my heart shattered…into small, hurtful pieces.

"'Yeah…that accursed King was right…mortals truly do cling to denial, to their petty feelings, and never change. He was right also about their refusal to believe me…maybe he's also right about how they truly aren't my friends? Surely "true friends" would've stuck by my side…right?

"'He once again offered me what little strength he has left, and even then…it's still a lot. I don't care about them anymore…perhaps the Renegade in me's awakening. Of course I'll accept his power.

"'I can feel it; my sanity slipping away…but I don't care anymore. Every action has a consequence…and I'll make sure they, who faked me into calling them "friends" and "family", will get theirs.' How horrible…"

"That settles it! I knew he was right!" Young Link said. "I gotta go apologize!"

"But will that help?" Bridgett asked.

"Probably not," Young Link said. "But…I have to, don't I? I…can probably save myself at any rate…from whatever consequence the others have…"

"Good luck with everything," Bridgett said. "Now I better get back to the inn."

"Yeah, I'm heading back to the mansion," Young Link said, receiving the journal from the girl. "You can burn those papers; Master Hand can translate the book for the others. Later! And thanks!"

"No problem Link!" Bridgett said. "Bye!"

Young Link sprinted to the mansion, hoping to be able to find Marth. He slightly wondered what would happen if the angel caught him with the journal, but the Triforce dispelled him of his fears. He probably wouldn't care now.

Young Link didn't even have to enter the mansion; the angel was leaning on one of the two entrance doors, absently mindedly tossing a small ball of dark energy between his hands. He had that passive look, which eased Young Link. Maybe he would take the boy seriously.

"Afternoon," Young Link said, walking up to Marth. The angel's eyes darted from the dark ball to Young Link.

"Indeed," He said. "Time takes such a toll on the world."

"I suppose so," Young Link said, tilting his head slightly to his left. "But uh…I need to talk to you."

"Really? They seem to avoid me recently," The angel said; the insane grin on his face, for a minuet. "So, what do you, of all the damned, want?"

"I believe you," Young Link said. "I doubted, and got a friend to translate your journal. I knew it…and I believe you."

"You believe me," The angel repeated. He clapped his hands together, dispelling the dark ball.

"Y…yeah," Young Link said, holding the journal up as proof. "I know about your…condition…and that you and Nox's shadow want revenge."

"It's a shame, isn't it? How only youth, untainted and pure, can solve anything that comes against it?" Marth regarded Young Link before taking the journal from him. "So, you're going to tell them? And have your heart shattered like I did?"

"I don't think so," Young Link muttered.

"Good, doesn't matter anyway," The angel said. "Every action has a consequence, and I haven't decided their consequence yet. You still have some time. Of course, what you have that helped you is something they would never hold on to."

"And that would be?" Young Link asked.

"Doubt, perhaps the most devious word of them all," Marth replied. "No wait…doubt isn't the most devious…heart is. Or family…or trust…"

"You're angry at them…" Young Link muttered.

"What are you going to do about it?" Marth asked.

"Will my acceptance…help you?" Young Link asked, ignoring the question. He wasn't sure what he would do.

"No…no it won't," Marth replied. "Well, it will save your soul from damnation. It won't save them, or me…it won't save anyone or everyone. Exceptions are such a bore, yet it doesn't matter…until next time decides we should meet."

"Sure," Young Link muttered, and watched the angel walk into the mansion. He frowned; it didn't work as well as he hoped it would. He saved himself…and that's it…

But to save yourself from damnation…is it really that big of a deal?

Of this…Young Link wasn't sure…

Marth: That ends the chapter!

Yoshi: Glad she finally got around to do this, eh? Well, yeah…

Falcon: Young Link tried…and it didn't really work that well, did it?

Marth: And he can't tell the others because none of them believed me in the first place, which is why I'm all nuts…and RF is enjoying herself writing it out…-.-

Falcon: Yup! XD

Yoshi: Review everyone!