"Bad Dream."

Xibalba found himself in La Muerte's castle, he held a smile holding a bouquet of dead roses to suprise his wife. He walked up to her chamber door putting out his hand to knock until he heard laughter behind it. He raised a brow destinictly hearing his wife's laughter along with a deep laugh. He blinked wondering who is inside her room, she never lets anyone in except for him. He wrapped his hand around the handle insticitvly and pushed the door open.

His eyes widened finding his wife in the arms of anouther man.

The candle-maker.

The bouquet fell to the floor finding the two of them seperate with flushed faces.

"What is going on here?!" he demanded, his anger suddenly beginning to boil as he walked up to La Muerte who held a smile as if nothing had happened. She shrugged.

"What do you think?" she asked almost mocking him taking the candle-maker by the arm. "I found someone much better than a tar-faced loser like you."

"What?" his face fell at the words coming out of his wife's mouth, can he even call her that anymore?The Candle-maker took La Muerte's hand into his massive one.

"Yup! sorry man, but you ain't good enough for her anymore." The Candle-maker bubbled holding a large grin. "Me and her, we have somethin special, we both love humanity! and you-" he rolled his wrist at him methotically trying to think of the right word. "...don't, so! by the power vested in me, you two are no longer married and by me, me and La Muerte are!" he exclaimed clapping his hands together conducting a loud boom. Xibalba wings slanted down as his arms fell in disbelif as his wife cheered excitedly for having ended her marriage with him, jumping into the arms of her new lover. Xibalba felt his breath begin to quicken making him stumble back, he was having a panic attack, it did'it make sense! what did he do wrong to make her leave him for that overweight piece of cloud! He thought angerily. This can't be happening, it can't, they always got though their arguments for centuries!

"Oh, Candy~" his wife cooed gently running her fingers up the candle-maker's beard. Xibalba placed his hands on his head, not beliving what he was hearing and seeing. His wife turned the Candle-maker's head towards her, his ruby lips puckered slightly as she leaned in and-

"No!" he yelled sitting up in bed, thrashing in the covers. He found himself in a large room, different from his own until he realized he was in his wife's bed. He looked beside him to find his wife sleeping peacefully next to him. He let out a sigh of relif, running his hand down his face, wiping off the cold sweat. He was breathing heavily that he clutched onto his chest thinking that he might have a heart attack. He closed his eyes slowing his breathing down.

"Just a dream, just a dream..." He repeatedly whispered over and over again. He suddenly felt a wave of anger overcome him wanting to throatle the candle maker's fat neck, even though the kiss never happened but the wave of anger was quickly replace with a sense of fear from that dream, was it a glance into the future? Was she really going to leave him? He wanted to shake it off, but the thought invaded his mind refusing to leave that he began to shake uncontrollably.

La Muerte stirred feeling the sudden vibration, she slowly opened her eyes to find her husband shaking. She let out a small gasp going to his side.

"Balby? Balby what's the matter?" She asked urgently placing a hand on his shoulder. Immeditatly his shaking stopped feeling his wife's touch he turned to her completely placing his hands on her shoulders making her look at him in the eyes which was wide with fright.

"La Muerte, you love me right?" He asked. She blinked at him from the sudden question. "Right?!" He asked again hearing no immediate reply.

"Y-yes! Of course, of course I love you!" She answered placing a hand on his cheekbone seeing his eyes close in relif. "Balby? What happened? Why are you asking me this?"

"I-I..." He stammered, not sure how to tell her.

"Balby, your scaring me..." She admitted with a shaky voice. "Tell me what's wrong." She begged.

"I had a dream-" he answered with his head low as his voice shook. "T-that you...l-left me, for that...that candle maker!"

She placed a hand over her mouth, the ends of her lips twitching upward as he continued.

"Y-you said you didit love me anymore and that you and candlemaker got married and well, I know it sounds unbelivable but-!"

His wife suddenly let out snort, letting out a set of giggles. His brow raised as his mouth went into a scowl finding his wife laughing at him.

"This isn't funny! It's serious!" He whined, crossing his arms seeing tears run down her face unable to stop her laughing.

"I-I know!" She laughed, wiping her tears. "I know! it-it is very serious!" She echoed with a smile, she takes a breath stopping herself as she place a hand back on his shoulder in comfort.

"Oh Balby, I am not laughing at you...I am laughing at the absurdity that I would ever marry the candle maker." She let out a anouther laugh, imagining herself in a relationship with him, she only sees him as a. big child. Xibalba gave her frown taking her hand off his shoulder as he held it giving it a takes anouther breath fighting off anouther set of giggles as he looked at him in the eyes. "I would never leave you." She promised, she leaned him giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. He let out a sigh, content with the answer watching her pull away.

"Really, my love?" He asked, peering into her eyes. "I would die without you..."

She gave him a small smile. "And I would die without you, that is how much I love you." She said.

She let out a small squeak as he embraced her, his arms wrapped around her tightly and protectively as if making sure she was there. She rested her chin on his shoulder feeling him bury his face into her hair. Her eyes soften as she place her hand on his back feeling his shoulders bounce slightly.

"Oh Balby...you don't need to cry." She whispered gently. "I'm not going anywhere..."