So the idea ended up being born from the Vampire AU in my Ace story collection. The new Witch AU also helped developed things along, so here I am, showing up with a new story idea :) I hope you all enjoy it. It's a fantasy story, filled with different races, and one that comes back from my LawxKidd story, 'The Everlasting Turn', and it's a race called the 'Spirit Healers'.

This will be a mainly MarcoxAce, but there are other couples, such as LawxLuffy, ZoroxSanji, NamixVivi, and probably more.

Warnings: Character Death, Bad Language, Memory Loss, and if there are more I'll cover them as I continue along :)

Prologue

"Chosen! Thank goodness you've arrived," the soldier cried.

He looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept in days. Which he probably hadn't. He and his men must have been holding back the darkness alone, while the Chosen eight fought to arrive. The Old God of Darkness had awoken once more, and was as determined as ever to destroy the old kingdoms of Raftel, but the Chosen Eight had been selected to defeat him and save the old kingdoms from his wrath.

"Yeah, my glorious brothers are here!" Thatch grinned.

The darkness elemental gestured to his brothers, one blonde vampire and one dark haired freckled witch. The kid grinned, while the vampire rolled his eyes.

"Have the others arrived yet?" the blonde chosen asked.

"Vivi and Zoro are already in on the action," Thatch said, he could see the demons fighting across the old ruins. "Vivi already stabbed the traitorous bastard in the back, so I wanna marry her."

Izo huffed, aiming his sniper rifle towards the Old God's head. "As if a Princess would ever marry you."

He fired, but the darkness absorbed his bullet, the dark haired chosen raised his hand, and the bullet exploded into a burst of flames, earning a screech. Their baby brother offered them a wave before creating a portal, and disappearing into it.

Flames joined the demon cat and the demon swordsman. The vampire clutched the talisman on his neck, the one his dark haired lover had created for him a month ago. Thatch marvelled at the sight of blue flames overtaking his brother's body, and a phoenix took off into the sky, charging straight for the darkness.

Fuck, his brother was so lucky. Thatch was desperate to find such an amazing lover.

So far they had four Chosen ones here, but the problem was that none of the other Chosen made it. When it came time to defeat the Old God by sealing him away, there was only one powerful enough to do so.

And it took their entire life force to do so.

Their freckled brother turned to the blonde one last time and smiled. Thatch paused, because it was a small, sad smile, something he hadn't seen on his little brother's face in a long time.

"I'll be back. I love you, Marco."

The blonde faulted, the demon cat paused, and the demon cursed. Thatch froze, his blood running cold, and he knew that his baby brother was going to use his entire magical force to put the Old God away for the next several thousand years. The warm magic build up, growing stronger and stronger, light piercing through it, and then it exploded, driving away the darkness.

"NO!" Thatch cried.

Their witch wavered on his feet, and Thatch could see the last remains of his magic drain from him. Their witch fell, and the blonde chosen swept down, catching his lover. The healing blue flames burned around the chosen witch, but they didn't absorb and Marco's lover died in his arms. Izo gasped, reaching out, but Thatch clung to him, shaking.

"ACE!" Marco screamed.

They waited. Because Ace had said he would be back, but he never returned. Years went by, a hundred, then a thousand, and then five thousand years. Slowly the memory of the witch Portgas D. Ace slipped into the back of their minds, as more and more years passed.

Then, the elves felt the coming of the Old God's return, felt a shift in the balance of nature. The witches began to shiver, as the shadows around them grew darker, drawing cold sweat from their brows as their dreams turned to nightmares. Light magic beings became more fretful and anxious, shivering at the darkness crept forth.

That was when the world knew, that the Old God returned.