Author's Note - Ah, the weekend. Such free time is available during it, is it not. I'm gonna be real here. I really enjoy the fact that people are reading this, and continuing to read it (although it may be too early to totally judge that yet). As a result, I'm going to try my hardest to update twice daily until Monday. Please, forgive any errors that slip by me as this story goes on. As always, please review if there's anything you'd like to mention or see, and I hope you enjoy the third chapter - Author's Note

Robin had not moved. He stood exactly where he had when he had killed Olivia. Simply trying to process it all, it was surreal. He had killed Chrom. He had killed Olivia. He had killed Vaike.

'So what?' The dark voice, which he knew was Grima, spoke inside of him.

"So what? So what?!" Robin spoke aloud, feeling weaker as time went on, and still he felt empowered with red hot rage. "They were my friends and I killed them. I deserve death, and worse!"

'I'll say it again, Robin. So. What?'

Robin said nothing, puzzled by Grima's response, as it didn't sound inherently evil.

'You fool of a mortal. Do you truly not realized what I mean when I try to destroy the world? Look at the state the world is in, Robin. The gap between the rich and the poor grows ever stronger. People live like animals.' Grima paused, in consideration 'Forget I said that. Animals live better. People treat each other like shit, and no one even stops to consider it. It is pathetic. Truly, pathetic. Which is why I need to take action. While everyone is separated from one another by almost every way possible, in death, all are equal. That, my dear host, is why I do what I do.'

Robin felt all emotion he felt over his previous actions drain from him. He knew that Grima must be gaining power. And he knew that had to hang on. For as long as possible, he had to fight!

"You, are one idiotic son of a bitch if you truly mean that. How can one be considered equal if they can't even be considered to exist? Answer me that, why don't you?"

'In an existence as pitiful as the lives many of these people live, why would they want to exist in the first place?'

'Because it's infinitely better than the alternative. Death is never the answer. Surely you must realize th-. Wait. This is stupid. Am I truly debating philosophy on death with a god of death? Who just forced me to kill my friends? I must be insane!'

"Of course you are." Grima spoke through Robin's mouth. "You fool of a human. So easily distracted. Why, I could have spouted infinitely more lies, and you would have been powerless to stop listening. In fact, you were. Did you truly believe I killed people for their own benefit? Idiot. And now, I believe you will find yourself quite helpless to do well, anything. Goodbye Robin. I do so enjoy our little chats."

Grima heard a scream inside of his head, as Robin was banished to the furthest corner of what was once his mind. He smiled as the sound, could he call it a sound if it existed only in his head? He pondered this for a moment, and decided that he could, but only to himself, and not others (obviously). Anyways, he smiled as he felt Robin's essence drain to almost nothing.

"And now..." He spoke to himself "To retrieve the power. The fool put up a stronger fight than expected, and Validar was unable to transfer my entire conscience to him while he was under his control. No matter. It shall be done... Now."

Grima lifted his arms, it a cross-like position, as the rest of his concienceness and power flowed into his body.

"Better." He spoke"Those fools will be expecting an attack on Ylisse, almost certainly." Grima chuckled to himself at this. "And even if they don't, I can't imagine any of them have the gall to try and defend my true target. Not that they can do anything about it now."

With only a few words, a seemingly endless army of Risen appeared out of no where, and Grima led them from the Table. He may be a dragon of death, but he still had a long way to travel. Besides, no one can do anything alone, truly. He would need help in the battles to come.

Tiki woke up from her slumber at the Great Mila Tree. Due mainly to Lucina's lack of prescience in this world, she had not joined the party, and remained at the tree to defend it if the time came, or if the group failed in putting Grima back to sleep. She know knew that both of those had occurred, and an event she had been dreading for all of her thousands of years was fast approaching. She had to act fast, she had to prepare. Calling all of her messengers to her as fast as she could, she instructed each of them to go to a different sovereign and beg for help. She knew it was risky sending only one in a group, especially in these perilous times, but she had no choice. She needed troops, and friends. And she needed them now.

The Shepherds arrived in Ylisstol in record time, but it was nothing compared to how fast the word of their failure had spread. Somehow, rumors had spread while they were still gone, and as soon as they returned, with their low morale, the rumors were instantly confirmed. Unrest spread like wildfire, and convinced Grima would be attacking at any time, people fled the city. Those who didn't leave, caused such unkempt, that it was unsafe to even step outside. They generally stopped when the Shepherds were around, but there were exceptions to the rule, and many a Shepard was wounded in an encounter with a citizen whom they were sworn to protect. It had to stop, the sooner, the better. But with Chrom and Olivia both dead (which the people didn't even know of yet. Frederick had convinced Lissa to keep that information withheld until the appropriate moment), who could serve as Lucina's regent until she came of age? The answer was simple. The one remaining adult royal, of course. Lissa steeled herself to take the job she had hoped to never have to take.