Author's note: Okay, so, I'm sorry that updating took so long. I've been busy with exams and I just couldn't get myself to write. And this chapter was something I hadn't planned at all. I mean, everything else, the chapter after this, the chapter after the next one, sure, those are planned, but this... No.

Okay, now I'm just rambling, haha. Anyway, enjoy :)

Just throwing him against a wall wouldn't slow him down, that was sure. He got back on his feet in no time, eyes burning with fury.

"You really want to play this game? So be it." He swung his hand and the doors closed with a heavy crash. "Just you and me." He wrinkled his nose, gazing over the young fairies. "...And these pathetic little pixies."

Stella raised her fist in the air defiantly. "Watch it, old man, I wouldn't go insulting with such a terrible sense of style."

Mortuus merely cackled, spinning around and disappearing in black flames. He appeared behind the blonde, causing her to jump forward. "So confident. But oh, poor fairy of the Sun, of the bright and light. Don't you think it's a bit too dark for you?"

"Let her be!" Faragonda directed a blast at him, only to have in bounced back at herself. She flew backwards, hitting her head on the ground.

"Wait for your turn, my dearest." Mortuus circled around the sun fairy, who was noticeably paler than usually. "What can you do if there are only shadows? What are you against me if you can't see?" His dark magic curled around Stella, who shrieked in horror.

Every blast she shot, every bit of energy she used, went in vain. The dark around her swallowed everything, growing bigger and hungrier for more. Stella felt herself draining more every second. She fell on her knees with her face hidden in her hands and only a short moment later lost consciousness.

A sphere, which only slightly missed his head, interrupted Mortuus's self-righteous laughter. "Ah... The fairy of music. The one that hears everything." He grinned at the glare the girl threw him. "But isn't everything just a bit too much?" He clapped his hands loudly, the sound echoing in the large throne room.

Only Musa seemed to have it worse. The clapping wouldn't stop. She saw him standing there his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. But the sound wouldn't stop echoing, and even worse, it got louder. First, it reminded her of a concert she had attended, where people screamed and clapped like there was no tomorrow, but eventually, the sound got overwhelmingly loud and she could focus on nothing else. She tried to cover her ears. "Make it stop! Stop!"

While the others tried their best to sooth her, Mortuus had found his next target. "Princess of Andros, the planet of water. Water that pours from the clouds in here, water that's the requirement for life. And yet, it couldn't save a life." He swirled his hand and a flower appeared on it. "Does this remind you of something?"

Layla's eyes widened and she felt a lump rising in her throat. The flower looked exactly the same as the one she had turned Nabu into when he had exhausted himself to death. He had saved so many lives, but she hadn't been able to save his.

"Such a pity. World needs more wizards." Mortuus mock-pouted and threw the flower at her. He brought his arms on his side with a swift motion, causing the flower to multiply endlessly. "You couldn't save him. What makes you think you could help anyone else either?"

The mass of flowers acted like waves, heavily crashing against the princess of Andros. Unable to control it, she tripped and fell on the ground, the flowers falling over her.

When Tecna tried to attack him from the back, Mortuus turned around, his hand closing around her wrist. "What is a fairy of technology, of logic, without rationality around her? Look around yourself! What here makes sense?" Mortuus laughed maniacally. "You don't even know where you are! The little girl is lost! Lost, with no chance of escaping!" He pushed her away, his magic encircling her.

Tecna blinked away the clouds from her vision, only to see a bunch of corridors. Where was she? Where would she end up if she started walking? All the corridors looked the exact same, with every single rock in the same place in each. It didn't make sense, it was impossible. Her head was aching from trying to figure out what to do. Or what she didn't want to admit, to figure out if she even could do something.

Bloom, unaware of what her friend was going through, could only helplessly watch her struggle. "What are you doing to them?!" she demanded, firing spheres in rapid pace at the cackling man.

"Your fire will not burn forever." Mortuus disappeared in flames again, his voice booming above them. "There's something it can't burn without. It needs..." Out of nowhere, a hand grasped the redhead's throat, soon followed by the man appearing completely. "Air." He malevolently grinned as the girl struggled, desperately attempting to burn his hand. He only tightened his grip and cast a spell, watching as she slowly fell unconscious.

A shiver ran up Flora's spine as Mortuus let the fire fairy's limp body drop to the ground. She winced ever so softly when his grey eyes locked hers to a wicked stare.

"Ah... The weakest." Mortuus let out a thundering laugh. "What are you going to do, little girl? Don't just stare at me like that." His every step echoed loudly in the otherwise silent room. "But what else could you do? You're some, oh, flower fairy, you're weak. And that's why you couldn't help your boyfriend, right?"

"How do you—?"

"Oh, I just know. I have eyes everywhere." Vicious smirk grew on his face. "I have some on that boy too at the moment. All though it isn't necessary. He won't survive anyway." He leaned over her, forcing her to back away. "And who's going to suffer the most? Who's fault it was? Listen closely, little girl: Yours. Entirely yours."

Flora trembled, which he thought to be grief, but was in fact fury. "No!" Thick vines grew out of the stone ground in blink of an eye, wrapping around the shocked man before her. "No one is to blame but you! You and your madness!" She could see clearly that she had surprised him; his focus had been disturbed, and now rest of the Winx started to recover from the spells put on them. "And I've had enough of you!"

"And you are not the only one." Faragonda got back on her feet, aided by Amer, and rubbed the back of her head.

Mortuus hastily glanced around himself, only to notice the obvious: it was eight against one, and the fairies were more than eager to get their revenge on him. He was fuming; he would most certainly not allow some piteous teenagers win him. His dark magic began rising from the ground and curling around him. The vines shrivelled until he'd have to just move to break them. "You girls have no idea who you're challenging!"

"Oh, but I do." Faragonda approached him, attempting to blast him with nearly every step. "Arrogant, self-centered, foolish maniac. Nothing but a careless thief."

Something must have hit home, since soon a heavy frown plastered on Mortuus's face, accompanied by a snarl. But once he tried to attack, he only got his hands burned, legs wrapped by either vines or thick, pink goo. Ground below him shook as the music fairy stomped her foot on it. He took off to the air, followed by his opponents. He could barely react on time to the attacks and his surroundings were disfigured when the fairy of technology fired a spell at him.

Cornered in a short while, Mortuus gasped, struggling to raise his hands to attack back. "I will not—!"

"Oh, will you ever stop?" Faragonda brought a finger on her lips, much for his irritation.

Though weakened, Mortuus gathered last of his energy in a one great attack, which she returned with her bright green magic.

And for a short while, all anyone could see was light, the rarest thing on the whole planet.