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Chapter 27

Darcy : Mewman Eater

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Month 4 The Return of Darcy
[Chapter 15]

"Wah! Another one down!" I sighed happily; I flopped on the mattress, grinning to myself.

Another 'incident' solved by yours truly~

It was a stroke of luck attacking the caravan 3 times in a row at night under the guise of 3 unsavory Mewmans before rounding them up and handing them to the authorities after some tear-eyed Monsters and Mewmans begged for her help. After some very humble bragging of her skills.

I smiled to myself, doing so many 'good' deeds definitely put me in the fast track of being liked by the local populace. It was slow but methodical work to be sure, growing a good reputation in some backwater place and slowly but surely spreading good tidings to all in a time of crisis~

And soon kingdoms took notice, even the recluse Waterfolk and Jagged Mountain saw the strategic value of a Mewman who could parley with stubborn Mewman settlements and bothersome Monsters. Oh, I definitely got the problems solved by negotiation and when that didn't work…bribery, threat and blackmail came to mind. Along with my ability to change appearance and keen intellect made me quite the force to be reckon with in the background~

But doing good deeds for pro bono didn't exactly line my pockets with gold, smiling as I go out of my way to make sure someone didn't go hungry…paying a debt here and there…oh how big my heart was for the people…

But I knew my good deeds would be well rewarded…especially when I infiltrated banks and depositories, lets just say I helped myself~ slyly redirecting coin and goods to fund some of my own coffers and personal interests.

Like the Monsters that were hostile to me.

I had to put much more effort to get them into my fold, but after drinking a handful of Monster blood from some 'donations' and growing a feature here and there, they took to me more kindly. Honestly, Mewmans and Monster are sooo alike: gullible…just look like them, talk like them and they would open their doors…and their hearts to be feasted upon~

The Monsters and their factions took to me quite well.
Pro Monsters.
Pro Mewman.
Harmony. Co-existence.
Segregation. Caste-system.
I delightfully took a bite of each~

Except one.

Flaunting a red spade on fire with a chain in an X fashion.
Talk about having no respect for themselves!
But what they said intrigue me…Eclipsa the Queen of Darkness birth a hybrid Monster Mewman. Apparently, it was such a threat that her lover was killed, her imprisoned and the child left to die in some shit hole dimension.

I laughed at their attempt to recreate the child 'Meteora'.
But mentally snarled that I wasn't an original idea…it seemed someone more sickening than the Queen existed long before my conception.

But for all their 'experiments' and 'results' their zeal was so earnest, so true, what can I say, I'm a sucker for optimistic idiots~
And guarding a blood pit…a priceless relic…the same hole that birthed me…
I WANTED IT.
But they were too wary…too suspicious…I had to get into their good graces somehow.

So I threw some coin their way…make sure Monster and Mewman stayed away from their work…generally stop being an arse to them and they warmed up to me…somewhat, just enough so we weren't fighting. However, between that chore I was being the literal gift to Mewni, I visited the other kingdoms, in disguise I would whisper rumors here…instigate bad thoughts there…quietly promote 'Nefon the Informant' by graffiti or put a coin in a hungry hand in the kingdom telling them 'Nefon' sent them. Gotta rep that brand of mine~

Butterfly was prospers enough. Did hear a bit of yelling at the castle some nights ago.
Pigeon was quiet. Except for the prince. And his legs going on for days~
Jagged Mountain and Waterfolk gave me a grand tour.
Johansen Clan tried to make sport of me. I didn't like it.
Cloud was completely impossible for me unless I had some permit or such. Or flew. Maybe I could...
Lucitor's one was short, I didn't mind though, I hate the heat. It melted my snow cone!

I studied the ones I visited the best I could.
Dug up information on the ones I didn't get to visit thoroughly and gauging their strength, reach and anything else useful…

I avoided Spiderbite as long as I could…the place of my birth, but eventually it became too hard to ignore…I wanted to see the place again.
So I could tear it apart in the most brutally efficient way possible. I wasted the best weeks of my life in the place…it deserved to be leveled…all for Nefon…

I spent one day in the kingdom and I nearly incited a riot.
On the surface the kingdom looked like any other: traders came, farmers supplied goods, work was done, the land was patrolled, you know just kingdom doing cute kingdom things.

Then I saw the price of a loaf of cornbread.
Compared to Butterfly Kingdom.
Inflation, cost of shipment, cost of Mewni corn…I calculated it in my head and was aghast, I snuck into the accounting office and I left even more confused and distraught.
This Kingdom was in dire straits.

I looked into things more deeply and I begun to see the near stark division of wealth, the weak infrastructure, the guards that did not share uniform they were hired mercenaries, the lack of refine education and other necessities and advancements that I had come to see as a standard in other kingdoms.

I didn't bother looking into the kingdom's corruption.
It was too easy.
And the spiders just fuckin' grossed me out, what was the strategic value of being bitten all the goddamn time!? To look fugly? I was starting to think it was!

Whatever; I looked for the place I broke out from and it wasn't hard, twice as many guards on a particularly blank set of wall. Freshly made. Freshly painted too. Might as well be a bull's-eye on it.

I watched the place, even foolishly gaining access to the castle and entering my prison once again. I shuddered inside of the suit of armor I stole and there I caught a glimpse of the Queen's latest pet.

I scarcely hoped that the Queen wouldn't be stupid enough to make another. My thoughts going back to that night…
I guess I was wrong. That bitch.
I looked on and what I saw made me sick…how in the world is she making them…?

I left the kingdom and headed into the woods, I needed to be focused and not let myself be swept up by my righteous but violent emotions and intentions. I was afraid when I fled, but this time…it would be different.

I gathered some devout followers, many of which despised the 'high and mighty' royals and I begun to tell my plan, stating that they had gold and such behind a vault, which I planned to plunder. Of course there wasn't any vault but I already arranged for a chest to be dug up and divvied amongst my loyal followers, they were young and had stars in their eyes looking up to me, I told them all sorts of bullshit like 'revolution' and 'changing history or fate' for them.

Whatever got them in the fold…I didn't care one bit.
And that night…oh I revel it~

One firebomb catapulted from outside the kingdom right for the guard tower.
Then the guards on the wall.
Then the wall itself followed by a second one.

I alone ran into the castle leaving my minions to scurry the guards every which way.
They didn't need to know what I really intended…

I broke through the flame covered wall, slashing open throats and bathing in the blood mist before bringing down the hammer on the floor Nefon died on. It made my blood boil it was scrubbed clean.

I came crashing down into the 'prison', I bulldoze the caretakers, somewhere in my mind I didn't have the heart to kill them. But if they put up any resistance…they died. I looked for that despicable thing and when I found it the dolt just stared at me as if questioning. Before it could cognitively piece together what was going on, if it was as smart as me anyways I threw a bag over his head and threw him over my shoulder, after a swift knock out chop. But not before the little shit punched me!

I took all my explosive satchels and threw it at the blood pit and any place where research was being done.

I climbed the stairs up and to the hole I blew open, to my chagrin one of my minions was there looking for me. I threw the thing on him and told him to flee into the woods, I found myself face first in the dirt when the satchels went off.

Shaking the ringing in my ears, I ran around the perimeter and scaled the wall and into a tower the Queen frequent, I bashed the lock clean off with my claws and saw it was a private study filled with papers. I looked around seeing my name all over the place, I leaf through what I assumed was a lab journal, no doubt it was just the Queen going on and on about her 'hope' and all the bullshit she tried—

Then I stopped.
I felt bile rise up in me reading the entries.
Just as fiercely as was my hate.

Nefon.
My darling little sister…
They grounded her down…dumped her pieces into that Blood Pit…and that…her corpse that— made that…that thing!

Sacrilege!
Abomination!

I growled, I felt every vein grow taut all over my perfect body, my hair grew out rapidly before tore apart the study, smearing everything so it was worthless! The Queen! No…that monster desecrated my beloved sister!

I kicked open the window and I could see my followers dragging 'it' with them, I signaled for them and I watched as the last firebomb arced through the air, I leapt landing on the barrel before kicking off it as the barrel tumble into the study and exploded.

I spun over air and landed among the trees, gracefully swing from branch to branch and landing among my followers.

Even from the distance I could tell the Queen had finally come to see the mess I made.
Even if she didn't know it was me.

We raced for the horizon, blending into the shadows, disappearing into the distance…

"We dreamt of creating Mewni's strongest Mewman…and we succeeded…"

.

"Told you: you can trust me. My reports and sources are always good." I proclaimed, handing the bagged bastard to the Monster Faction, apparently they were the Crimson Children. Whatever, sounded so gaudy but I wasn't gonna tell them that!
Not to their face anyways…

They marveled at the abomination.
Even so…it reminded me of Nefon…so innocent…I sorely wished I had her back…instead of that.

"Yes, I thought you were merely a charlatan, Nefon! I sincerely apologize on behalf of my entire organization." The lead robe bowed, I nodded my head easily, waiting.

"I heard you've been going around making sure Mewni is on even footing, I admit what you do is very commendable, if you showed up years ago we might have never been in this situation. But that's in the past now…now we must forge a better future. For Mewni."

"I'm sure you'll cooperate with my endeavors too." I smiled sweetly, the robe nodded slowly, "So long as our goals run parallel, we'll be allies, if Monsters give you trouble during negotiations do not hesitate to call upon us, we want to minimize all possible bloodshed."

Yep. So long it's not Monster blood spilled you don't give a flying fuck about who dies in your little scheme, I guess I'm the same way…this little arrangement is fine for now, gotta sacrifice a little to gain a lot more…

We shook hands and I walked away.

Month 5 The Revenge of Darcy
[Chapter 18]

I tossed my hair as I walked through Spiderbite Kingdom, feeling like a million billion bucks! Bucks? What the hell was that? Aw, whatever! It felt good!

I finally stuck it to that Queen—no, that whore! Ooh yeah~ She had no more hold on me, not like before! I was afraid, but now…she was the one afraid! I had all the cards and she had nothing! NOTHING!

Oh, the things I'm going to make her do~

I grinned and snatched a loaf of cornbread, tossing the vendor more coin than necessary, waving off the change.

I walked out of the kingdom, slowly changing my appearance into something more comfortable~ I was going to see what the Crimson Children were cooking up!

.

"What. The. Fuck."
I didn't care for tact, I was completely stumped.

"Marvelous, isn't it~? We took some blood from that bastard you brought and made our very own!" The lead robe didn't notice my profanity, only basking in their accomplishment.

I looked at the newest bastard: it looked like an exact clone of the first one.
But I could feel the difference…it was part Monster.
The first was Mewman, and me, also Mewman, this was different. It was a hybrid.

Innately…I already hated it.

I watched them fawn over it, praise themselves and it, I felt my fist tighten…
But I kept my emotions and words in check.
I needed to study my enemy.
I needed to know what it could do…

I later learned after getting over my shock it—no…
He is Liquid Lizard.
And him: Solid Spider.

They were my brothers, albeit macabre fashion from my beloved sister's corpse…
But there was no kinship.
We might be blood-related but I felt no tenderness with them…
ThEy WeReN't My FaMiLy…

Still I dropped by the Crimson Children's base of operation to observe them, some felt that I was overstepping our partnership but I didn't care…this was a wretch in my plan…if either one became a problem…

I had to be ready.
After all…they were as strong as me.

.

With my reputation without challenge I got into places I couldn't without blatant endorsement from Monsters, I enjoyed the fullness of Mewni! It was great!

And it sped up the process of seeding distrust among all of the factions…
Oh, what fun I will have~

Now that I was trusted more openly by both sides, I could begin whispering rumors here and get some riots and raids going, always making violence an option in every given situation throwing negotiations and talks out the goddamn window! For the most part they had done it on small scales except for one that members of the Crimson Children took credit for: a raid on the Butterfly Kingdom.

Of course, that was all well and good but they couldn't hope to match me...
I continued to work behind the scenes, sometimes I was Nefon...sometimes I wasn't…I would just some random Mewman or Monster getting everyone's blood simmering not quite boiling~

If Mewni just erupted in blind rage, I couldn't control the demise and rebirth of Mewni!
They needed their Hope to guide them through this tough and troubled time!
Like a gift from on high!

Still, my followers only numbered in the hundreds and even fewer when accounting for the most zealous; so I needed the manpower and firepower to change that. The general consensus was the Forest of Certain Death supposedly housed a budding settlement, no real stable power structure and it just so happened to be situated on ruins, relics of the past could be there.
For my benefit~

The allure of both things I needed was too much to bear and I found myself moving for the forest with all possible haste! I traveled far, running into a bird-turtle-monster-thing family.

"Greetings, I am—"
"We know who you are."
I blinked.

"I see my reputation precedes me."
"It does. Listen, last time someone came here trying to make things better: it didn't. So do us all a favor and don't come back here. And don't ever contact us again."

I nodded slowly, "And I have the pleasure of addressing…?"
"Good day."
"Ah—"
"I SAID GOOD DAY!"

I left the decrypt house, I would firebomb the place one day, but I would save that for another time.

I walked through the settlement, from robes to hoods, I left my face bare as I walked through the place, instantly I was recognized but I paid it no mind, there were a lot of whispering but I ignored it. Some awkwardly stared or made gestures of praise or evil warding.
That only annoyed me when my eyes fell upon the ruins in the center of the place, the guards tried to intimidate me but after throwing some into the sky and watching crash back down in a sickening crunch the others backed off.

Smart choice.
You'd live longer for sure.

And I helped myself to the wonders below.
Or horrors. Never really thought about that.
The first level was carefully excavated, it was just some fancy pottery, some muddy murals nothing special at first. That all changed when I divine a clever trapdoor leading to a staircase descending even further below. I found myself walking down the flight, knowing it was seldom explored.

"Hello, abomination."

I froze at the drawl from my perfect stride.

I glanced over to see a pair of eyes looking at me from the darkness at the end of the stairs, I felt a strange sensation as its eyes seemingly scanned me. Peering into who I was, despite my modified appearance.

"Watch your tone: I am Nefon the Informant."
"I know you're not that either."
"Hah…who the fuck are you?" my voice deathly cold.

The pair of eyes moved into the light.
A smug small blue man with a jewel on his forehead.
I had the sudden urge to pummel him into the ground.

"I am Glossaryck."
"Okay. Get lost fuck face."

I stride down the steps but the floating goon didn't move from my path, he raised his hand, six fingers I counted, "What you find below wont help you, its better off forgotten."

"That'll be for me to decide."
"I knew you'd say that." he said almost matter-of-factly.

He swept to the side as I casually gave him the middle-finger walking past him.

"I knew you'd do that too."
"Shove it up your ass—but you already knew that." I cut him off before he could speak.

I walked further on until my eyes couldn't adjust anymore, I felt around until something was thrown to by back to which I easily caught. I felt it up and took my flint and knife and lit myself the torch and explored the depths below, it wasn't much at first it seemed grave robbers nicked whatever valuables left behind, I explored deeper and deeper, until the walls and floors changed from manmade stone to carved out of stone, sometimes just beaten soil.

I ran my hand across the walls and surfaces, feeling weathered rock.
Then I stopped when I felt carvings.

Squinting I found myself in front of a carved mural, depicting some battle.
I looked at the walls and found even more, each one depicting events I didn't understand.
But that blue gnome made it a point to stop me.
It had to be important.

I didn't get what it was about.
But I kept examining it until I came across some particular inscription: written in Mewman modern text as if someone had deciphered the earlier events…

That's what we call the show Daron Nefcy made that has consumed our free time to our daily lives.

The — discovered a way to use the — as an entertainment commodity, televising it to the world.

Because of —, we were able to live very entertained [and fulfilled] lives, but wasn't that because we were slowly being assimilated? A lot of normies thought so.

— used their influence and funds to try and stop any other shows who got in the way.

Daron Nefcy had a special group of fans called SHIPPER and all of the SHIPPERs had Shipping Cells put inside them.
Shipping is a calamity that befalls all series and franchises from a long, long time ago.

Anyway, there was one SHIPPER named Tomstar, who was better than the rest.

But when they found out about the terrible plot development in stored for them…they began to hate Daron Nefcy…and then…over time they began to hate every ship.

Tomstar and the other ships against them.
Tomstar, who hated the series so much they wanted all ships to be sunk.
And the viewers who were torn between the ships.

There were a lot of ship wars.
For every ship war there was more sadness.
A ship that I love faded back in obscurity too.

And then…it came: the Canon Ship. In the end the series itself had to make the ship wars stop for good. The series used the Canon Ship as a Finality and when it flooded into the television and the internet, all the shipping wars…all the bitterness and fan art; everything was washed away.

Content sadness was the price to see a series end.
It's been four seasons since they told me that.

"What even is this?" I sighed exasperated.
The following text were more worthwhile:
Tales from the past…

How God molded the stars…
Making this vast land and planted life…
Then a single drop of blessing—the Origin Jewel.
For the master race...

"Origin Jewel? What the heck is that?" I muttered, I looked at the murals seeing pictures hailing some being.

With six fingers.

"Dafuq? You got to be kidding me."
"Believe it."

I smacked the gnome whispering in my ear, Glossaryck slammed into the wall.
Unperturbed by the abuse, Glossaryck spoke up despite his face in the dirt,

"It seemed that someone bore witness to my creation of the Mewni Sector."
"I doubt someone like you is that powerful."
"You're right, when I was born from Primordial Magick from that 'war'. After an eon + 1, my body formed and came across a curious artifact that allowed me to bend the gushing Primordial Magick to my whim…I 'isolated' a piece of the universe where I became it's God."

I scoffed, I glanced back to the murals, "Then who made these? Who translated them?"

Glossaryck shrugged and floated away, "Some infinitesimal speck not worth my notice, no doubt the original inhabitants of this place."

"…so Mewmans aren't even native to Mewni."
"Of course not. I put them here after I tinkered with them in the Origin Point. My Domain, that's where the residual Primordial Magick exist, so long as that place isn't destroyed…I can't be either."

I looked at the empty cavern, asking no one in particular,
"What if I go there. What then."
"You could remake this 'universe' but it is a fool's errand: those who go there…will ultimately forget how to enter and leave. That's how I programmed the first Mewmans after all, buuut I'm sure that programming is still somewhere in their psyche."

I mused at the revelations,
"You're not no God. You are just a bystander watching us play."
"Oh, I am a God. But even I have standards."

I shook my head at the answer and delved deeper into the caverns but the mural ran out and I walked back to the surface, running my hand across the wall, even in the dark tunnel, dancing light and near silence it was quite relaxing. I felt many odd formations, finding them to be discarded or rusted weapons and armor of the past, oodles of them for the taking...my hunch was right, this place was perfect for me~

In my daze back, I felt my hand slip over a smooth glass surface and I did a double take, I swung the torch and beheld a gorgeous regal bird spreading its wings in a frightening display, if I didn't know any better it looked like the shadow of a ghoul or demon leaping at you.

"And who are you~?"

I touched the glass prison realizing it was crystal, I dug around the prism and found the majestic bird had a torn sash, it seemed it was froze in mid-flight perhaps attacking with how it clawed forward. I made out the runes stitched and it read:

"…Prince Craven, huh? I wonder what happened to you?"

I rapped my knuckle on the crystal, "Hmph, if I want you out of here…I can't use conventional means, I'd kill you." My thoughts drifted back to the gnome's words, "…maybe I could free you, my dear prince, with magic. I wonder who I can take some from?"

I licked my lips.

Royalty was on the menu~

Month 6 Darcy : the Rogue One

I consistently visited the Crimson Children base, making myself a nook in the hideout where I could gather my thoughts and formulate my plans.

When I first arrived, they were organized to be sure, a lot of foot soldiers, researchers, a mix of both sometimes and the religious sect making the brass of the group. However, with Lizard's success and my funding they had grown considerably and they were looking to move into a new phase of their 'plan': letting Lizard loose upon Mewni.

Ugh, so even the Monsters were in the same hindsight of the Mewmans.
Make a weapon then threaten it with Mewni.

Still, they were predictable and that made it easier with what I intended for them...

I thought of ways to slow down their progress, making them do mundane tests with the two but I didn't account for their stellar learning curve, they gobbled up lessons thrown at them. Eventually I suggested they were pitted against each other, knowing Nefon's personality they would be horrified by such a thing: I was right.

The group began to focus on solely that.
I smirked at my diversion.
I stopped one problem...but kingdoms and factions weren't idle...they were preparing their war machines, there champions, for war...

And I had to ensure the more problematic ones didn't stand in my way.
Masking myself and strapping my bodice with my sinister implements I got to work...

Spiderbite was subdued, I personally saw to that.
Cloud Kingdom was beyond my reach so I had to let it go...
Jagged Mountain's champion took a nasty fall~
Waterfolk Kingdom's champion was mysteriously poisoned ~
Johansen Clan's champion went on a pilgrimage.
Pigeon Kingom had no champion appointed but had pigeons numbering the thousands.
Lucitor Kingdom had a legion of demons, some from noble knightly bloodlines, they had to be all dealt with somehow...
Butterfly Kingdom had no champion but their Queen and Princess was formidable. Out of all the kingdoms I observed they were the only rulers that fought on the front lines despite the army they had.

Besides the kingdoms...factions, individuals and policing bodies had to be also disabled or cowed in submission.

Taking out small factions and individuals was easy enough...just take them out.
One. By. One.
It was easy to cover it up as a rival faction decimating them.
Getting rid of the evidence or 'body' was certainly a treat for me~

Then there was the Magic High Commission and in their ranks was Omnitraxus Prime, Hekapoo and Rhombulus.
I didn't have a hard counter for them yet, but they haven't gotten to me so I swept them under the rug.
A problem to consider later.

But my thoughts came back to besieging an organization or large faction? Was problematic even for me, no doubt I could do it but it would ruin my reputation if someone got attacked and I wasn't there to stop it or alleviate the results.

I needed some controlled chaos.
Disposable troops.
Expendables.

I immediately hired mercenaries for a raid or two but it was also a problem with paying them constantly and them going overboard with their 'employment' to me. If local mercenaries kept attacking then the inhabitants would wise up to it, Mewmans and Monsters were stupid...but even they would catch one eventually and become too vigilant. I needed a disciplined force, my thoughts raced back to the inter-dimensional mercs in the Forest of Certain Death, they cared not for the land's politics just getting paid for their services.

And to throw Mewni in a state of confusion, I'll garb them in uniforms of other kingdoms...
Of bandits and rogues...
Of rival factions...

I could lead them, my appearance and skill wouldn't be an issue, but I can't expect them to do delicate work like sifting through books, secrets, armories and such for they would grow suspicious. The only problem was I had no one to trust to lead them...

Alone...

I needed a competent general, some Mewman or Monster who shared my wonderful views on Mewni, but where could I find one such as that? I scoured all over Mewni and its kingdoms, looking into shady places and far off lands but none reached even half of my standards, even my devout followers came short of what I wanted, they were good followers...but nothing more than that.

Again I found myself sulking in the Crimson Children's base, I could hear the clanging of metal and yelps of the boys from my nook.
The younger robes coming to see me everyday to fill my cup with wine or with a loaf of cornbread. After I paid them of course.
There had to be someone on Mewni...maybe I was looking at the predicament wrong.

I watched Liquid and Spider beat each other again, nearby robes complaining before the lead robe came asking some peculiar.

"We put Liquid in too much risk with these physical distractions...had it been prepared?"
"Yes, the compiling is almost done, soon we can start with his brilliant education."
"Glorious~"

My ears perked at it and I later spied some machinery being assembled, tomes and books stacked to the ceiling, I eavesdrop finding out it was some machine similar to a Miss Heinous once had. But instead of 'essence replenishing' it was for data programming in live subjects.

"I can't believe this machine could make you learn things quicker."
"It's the Immersion Process, you believe you did something enough and your body begins to think on instinct based on it. It's sorta like making an individual a natural at something that they weren't before."
"That's really neat. So it's sorta like brain washing...or Assassin's Creed."
"...yeah. But can you imagine if everyone here was a master swordsman...you know what, let's test it out me first."

I felt my guts curled, I mistook the Crimson Children for some faction with high hopes only to crash and burn...but now they legitimately had the tools to unmake me!

And I handed it to them!

I gritted my teeth and stayed away from the faction for days to think straight.
I wandered out of the facility and ended up in the Butterfly Kingdom, my head swirling.
How do I solve this problem?

I bumped into a girl with green bushy hair, she quickly apologized and ran around the corner, I glanced at what she was looking at: a calendar.

...it's nearly been 6 months since my conception.

Time waited for no one, I had to act before that blasted faction made my brothers too powerful to be contended with!
I...oh.

I felt a smile split my face.
I may have handed them everything...
But that doesn't mean I couldn't take it back.

I felt a feral smile grace my face, gaining some stares from uncomfortable Mewmans and guards.
I didn't even notice the gnats.
I walked out of the kingdom, heading for their base of operation.
My stride unbroken as I left the paved road and into the wilds of Mewni, my eyes gleaming a haunting blue as my body began to change, more muscle mass, denser bones, claws, a mouth full of sharp teeth.

I thought tenderly of the feast to come.

It's been a while, I haven't seen my brothers.
Lets see how they are doing~

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In 6 months Darcy got Mewni dancing in her hand.
Is there nothing she can not do?

I know this is not every avid reader's favorite thing: flashbacks + backstories.
But honestly, who would be a threat to Marco at this point? Other than his morals?
Darcy is the Marco reflected darkly, every fear the royals thought about Marco is what Darcy became. And yet be.
They thought he would bring instability to Mewni, incite riots, bring about bloodshed and Civil War. Nope.

They made their own monster.
So focused on Marco, Darcy slipped under their watchful eye.
Watch her wreck havoc in the next 6 months...I've been sorta hands off with the outright violence.
For now. Just getting the menacing mood right.

Next Chapter: Brotherhood
Next Chapter: Mewni Civil War ft. Higgs + KotH + Tad

Also that little excerpt is a parody of Advent Children, a friend made it for shits and giggles, forgot where.

Knights of Mewni:
Butterfly - Paladins ; Dark Knights [formerly]
Lucitors - Hell Knights
Waterfolk - Tidal Knights
Cloud - Knightmares
Jagged Mountain - Brute Knights
Johansen Clan - War Knights [Berserkers]
Pigeon - Valkries

Ciao,
I AM NRG

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