Ok. This was requested by several reviewers, but it isn't very long. Sorry.

BTW, Sorry about the Complete shattering of the fourth wall in Chapter 4. #SORRY

Reviews: (Just cause I can)

Darkwing6: I didn't repair it from God Born, so I just went 'to Nether with it' and rolled from there. Sorry.

theWickedNight: Already settled this, sooooo... yeah.

Elementalist5: Still miss-spelling your user. But, eh. I just need about a bazillion blocks of obsidian to fix the fourth wall with, otherwise...*a crashing sound is heard* *Dragon!Cole pokes his head into the room* Cole: Hai! ME:*face-palm*...That happens...Get back in your story! Cole: Meep! *flees*

Leafshine: I approve. :)

Spyfire2000: Can you walk through obsidian? *evil face* *points to obsidian-reinforced fourth wall* It is possible that I might add your character, but probably only if there is a plot hole that needs filling. I don't know...*flops onto back*

OK, I hope you all enjoy. I most certainly did writing it!

NIGHT'S POV

I sat here in the dark for nearly eighteen overworld years, but only 'aged' about five years or so. I was getting frustrated. At least once an overworld week, Grim would come and 'give me the news', usually through death threats on my friends. I was as solid as a rock. I couldn't float through the walls here, since I'm technically alive down here, so some of my powers don't work. Don't ask how or why, because I don't know.

I heard soft, but booming, footsteps coming toward my prison. I had been meditating sporadically over the last few years, gradually increasing my pool of power. I had to let some out. NOW!

I heard the footsteps stop. "Are you ready to cooperate?" Grim asked through the wall.

I put a great deal of false meekness into my voice as I replied. "Yes…"

Grim laughed evilly. The wall before me suddenly vanished, leaving a darkly cloaked figure standing before me. I slowly uncrossed my legs and stood. I mentally prepared to summon a shade beast. Only a shade item or creature can harm Grim. I took one step forward, the cue to unleash the beast. I felt the power explode out of me, like a shower of TNT. The shade creature formed directly in front of me. "Kill." I whispered to him.

The beast's eyes snapped open, glowing a bloody red. I knew my own eyes were the same color. "Kill." I whispered again. The shade beast leapt and attacked Grim. I grinned and carefully walked around the snarling, squealing tangle of shade beast and Hell-master. I kept on walking. Little to my knowledge, two more shade beasts crept out of the shadows and began to follow just behind me, silently snarling at any who dared to try to stop me.

I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, but feared no evil (any who can tell me specifically where this is from and completes it, gets a…*thinks*... Shout Out!). Eventually, I stood before the great gates of Hell and smiled. I was going home to my Hero.

I stepped through the gates, and was plunged into a nightmare. Everything that had happened while I was gone, from the final battle to the near awakening of the God Born came flooding toward me. I panicked. When I saw Hero and his siblings defeat his father, then faint, I was worried. When I saw shadowy figures grab him and his siblings, I screamed in dismay. I saw Hero being experimented on, beaten, injected, hundreds of horrible things that don't need repeating. By the time the images were gone, I was in tears.

I opened my eyes to a new day. I had been watching those images for almost two years; two more years away from my Hero. My sadness and pain was suddenly replaced with anger and guilt. I should have been there with them. I should have fought off Grim a long time ago. The anger grew like a weed, poisoning my mind. I gave a banshee-like scream then rose into the air and took off at nearly the speed of light. I could see everything, but no one could see me. I finally came across a large clearing.

The sun was beginning to set, so in my rage fueled haze, I mistook the large, golden dragon for something else. I gave a scream of rage. The winds began to flash about, ripping and tearing at the trees. I ran right at the great beast, and punched him in the jaw. I stopped before the floored dragon. "Where. Is Hero?!" I growled, enunciating each and every word. I waited for a response, but got none. I grabbed the five ton creature around his neck and hauled him up into the air. He began to shift in my hands and turned into a young man, about seventeen. I held him at arm's length. "Where. Is. Hero?" I asked again.

The boy was silent, so I dropped him. I watched him fall, then stop, then hit the ground. I grinned. At least I got one of them.

"Night!" I heard someone yell. I looked down and saw an older, but familiar figure standing, dripping wet, near the river. I gasped, "H…Husky?" I asked.

"GG, it's all right." My brother replied. "Come down, please?"

I let out a sob and flew into his arms. I was safe again. For now.

I HOPE YOU ALL ARE SATISFIED! I LOST ABOUT TWO HOURS OF MY MORNING WRITING THIS!

Sorry, I have no excuse why I yelled. *hides* Don't hurt me...

Anyway! I hope you all enjoyed!