Okay y'all, this is the LAST CHAPTER! T_T *sniff* However, now that this is the last chapter, that means that I can start the sequel! (YAAAAY!). Okay so...I guess I should get to it then huh? OH! And please review! I mean, this is the last chapter for crying out loud! Don't I at least deserve a long review? PWEEEASE? I don't care if it's positive, or negative...I just like reviews. So thanks to those that do!

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(Butch POV)

The men we were fighting, were men that had once lived. Abaddon must have been controlling their bodies somehow, and using them to fight us instead of having real men do it (honestly it was very smart, just evil). The men we were fighting were mere bodies, so that meant we would have no problem in killing them (mentally of course). I held my signature scythe tightly, and sliced yet another poor soul's body in two.

"Brick," I said with a grin. "I think we may win this battle yet..."

"Do not be so hasty, brother," Brick said with a frown. "I hardly think that Abaddon would allow us to finish the battle so quickly..."

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion, before a man nearly took my head clean off.

I sliced him in half, before realizing something even more disturbing than what I had realized before. The man that I had just sliced at that moment, was the man I'd sliced moments before.

"Brick-"

"I know," he growled. "They're coming back..."

Boomer came up after a moment, slicing corpses with his own sword (which he hardly ever used), "How are we doing?"

"Finish your wedding, brother?" I asked slicing another man.

"Indeed," he said, with a quick smile. "But really...how are we?"

"Not good," Brick hissed angrily. "The men are corpses, and every time one of us slices one, they continue to return!"

"What?" Boomer asked wide eyed. "You mean...they can't die?"

Brick and I nodded, earning a fearful glance from Boomer. We continue to slice the men, but they continued to return. Every time one was sliced in half, its body would reform and attack once again. The battle continued like that for over an hour, and soon my brothers and I began to slowly grow tired from the attacks. Ace came up after a moment, slicing men as fast as he was able, giving us worried glances as he did so. We could not see Abaddon anywhere, but I was positive he was somewhere out of the war...eating cakes. That, or he was searching for Buttercup...

I would not grow tired so easily! I would fight until I could absolutely fight no more; and even if it did come to that, I would not let Abaddon touch my wife or children.

I fought angrily, and with determination. Then I turned to Brick, "Brick...try setting them on fire!"

Brick frowned, but did so all the same. When he did, the corpses burned up and fell into piles of ashes. I smirked at the result, as did my brothers.

"BURN THEM ALL!" I yelled happily.

I laughed like a maniac as Brick turned them all to dust, and Boomer whooped happily. However, my wide smiled instantly turned into a frown when I heard a loud bang. Boomer, Brick and I each turned towards the castle to see flaming rocks being hurled at it. I was about to run at it with inhuman speed, but I was tackled by a very heavy object. I opened my eyes to see a very burly man with pink hair holding a sword above me with a wicked grin.

"Nice to see you Fuzzy..." I growled. "Get your pink arse off of me!"

"Not til' you gimme some new PROPERTY!"

(Bubbles POV)

Boomer and I were wed as fast as that pope would do it, which took about an hour. As soon as we were done, Boomer gave me a five minute long kiss, and then ran to help his brothers. I ran to find Blossom, who was busy patching up a few of our men (who were wounded, but not dead). I rushed to her side, and healed men as fast as I could.

"Blossom, is Buttercup alright?" I asked.

Blossom nodded, "I'm keeping guard while healing men, and I have not seen anyone go towards the castle yet."

I nodded, turning towards the castle, "I hope she is alright."

At that moment, we heard a loud bang, and looked up to see the castle slowly starting to catch fire. It was difficult since the building was made of stone, but after a moment (and after at least five flaming stones were hurled at it), the building was in flames around the bottom. Blossom stood abruptly, and ran towards the building to fight off whoever was attacking.

Oh Buttercup...get out of there safely!

(Buttercup POV)

I held Bellatrix gently, cooing things to her in hopes that her crying would subside. There had been enormous bangs erupting from around the entire area, and after a few moments Bellatrix could not take it anymore. Basher and Breaker were both lying in between my legs, giving Bella and I worried glances. Bellatrix grabbed at me tightly, and I held her to me as a few tears emerged from my eyes. I looked down at Basher and Breaker, and was almost relieved that they were trying to remain calm. However, after a few moments they both began to whimper in fear, and clutch at my leg as tight as their chubby little fists could.

I rocked Bellatrix back and forth slowly, and began to hum a song to them softly. I felt my throat choke up as I did so, but I sang anyhow. The room shook from another attack, and I sang louder in an attempt to drown out the noise.

Then I froze.

I felt my stomach twist tightly, and I knew that feeling apart from any other. It was the feeling that I got whenever something bad had happened, especially to someone I knew. If anything had happened that was bad, whether it was close by or miles away, I would get the feeling. And the better I knew the person that had something bad happened to them, the more obvious the feeling was. That time, the feeling was incredibly strong...and I knew exactly why I felt it.

"Butch..." I said softly, before looking up at the ceiling with a frown.

I sniffed the air, and smelled smoke, which had me worried. Even if we were safe from flames and what-not in the cellar, we were hardly safe from smoke. If we did not burn up, we would suffocate.

I instantly grabbed Basher and Breaker into my arms, with Bellatrix lying right on top of Breaker. Breaker held her tightly, and I knew instantly that he was not about to let her go. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, and laser-beamed the door open. Once I was out in the open, I was nearly overcome by smoke. I was about to run out of there faster than someone could blink, but a flame of fire burned my leg. I groaned and limped as fast as I could out of the castle.

Then I was met by a coughing Blossom; once she saw me, she sighed in relief. I handed her Bellatrix and Breaker (who had not let Bella go), while holding Basher to me tightly.

"Go..." I managed to say. "Get them out..."

I would have given her Basher, but she seemed to be having a difficult time holding her wriggling nephew. Blossom nodded, and was gone in a heartbeat. I ran out of the castle, dodging falling beams as I did so. Once I made it outside, I was greeting by a smirking Abaddon. He chuckled at my demeanor, before looking down at his 'nephew'. I held Basher tightly, but apparently not tight enough. Abaddon grabbed Basher before I could blink, and some very disturbing-looking men grabbed my arms and legs.

"GIVE HIM BACK!" I screamed.

Abaddon smirked, "Now why would I do that? I see you have birthed a very healthy-looking baby boy, and there is no doubt in my mind he will make a fine king one day. Of course...if one should raise him properly."

My eyes widened, and I struggled harder to get free from the men. I was relieved however, that he did not know of my other two babies...yet. I struggled hard, so that it may remain that way... However, then one sliced my side with a sword, earning a loud scream from me. Blood seeped through my dress rapidly, and I fell to the ground weakly. I was weak to begin with, not to mention my dear triplets nearly drained me of my powers, so the cut was not helping. I looked up at Abaddon weakly, with tears in my eyes.

"P-please..." I whispered. "D-don't...hurt him..."

He glared at me, "I'll do as I please."

"Oh HELL you will!"

I looked up to see a very maniacal Butch standing there, nearly dripping blood everywhere. Apparently, some slaughtering had gone on that I did not know about. Butch stared at me, and his eyes glowed with something that I had never seen before. Then he turned to Abaddon, and I could nearly see smoke coming out of his ears.

"Ah," Abaddon spoke with a cruel grin. "I see that Mr. Lumpkins was no trouble to you...unless of course I am mistaken?"

Butch growled, but at that moment I could see what Abaddon was talking about. Butch was dripping more than just Fuzzy's blood; he had more gashes on him than I did. In a flash, Butch zoomed over at Abaddon, grabbed Basher, and was at my side. He handed Basher to me, and I took him in my arms weakly, yet tightly. Butch gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before running over at my uncle in pure anger.

All I could see were blurs of green and red, yet I knew that they were both killing each other. I looked down at Basher weakly, and saw him staring at me with wide eyes. I kissed his forehead, knowing that he would probably never live to see me, and hugged him tightly. Basher turned his little head towards his father and uncle, and I felt him tremble.

Bubbles, Blossom, Brick, and Boomer each ran up to see what was going on. Brick was holding Breaker, who was now looking at his father with worry. Blossom held Bellatrix, who was still crying, singing something that I could not make out. Then Bubbles let out a loud scream, and ran up to me.

She saw the gash in my side, and healed it immediately. Even though I was no longer bleeding, however, I'd lost a lot of blood. I felt lightheaded, and it took a lot for me to even sit up.

"Bubbles..." I said softly. "Take...Basher... Take them all far from h-here, lest Abaddon hurt them..."

Bubbles took Basher slowly, glancing at me with worry, before running back to the others to say what I wished for them to do. Bubbles and Blossom both zoomed off with my babies, while Brick and Boomer ran up to me. They lifted me up by the arms, but my legs had given out on me, so I could not stand. I fell back down to the ground with a groan, and looked up at the two colorful blurs that were fighting with tear-filled eyes.

"Go...help Butch," I said softly to my soon-to-be brothers-in-law.

They nodded, and soon the two blurs were now green, blue, and two shades of red. Then the blurs suddenly got rid of the green, and Butch flew out onto the ground, with a dagger in his stomach. I cried out in fear, and then suddenly, the blurs stopped altogether, and I could see three boys standing over an injured man. Ace, and my father ran up suddenly...and saw Abaddon, who then had a sword stabbed in his side.

Ace's eyes widened when he saw me, and immediately he ran to help. I looked up at Ace weakly, and brought my hand up to his face. Then I trailed it down to his chest, and grabbed the pendant that he was supposed to have given Blossom, but Blossom must have returned it. I weakly stood up, holding the pendant tightly, and letting my instincts take over.

I went over to my father, who eyed me with worry, and grabbed his hand, "Must...unite..."

He nodded in understanding, and clasped my hand tightly. I wrapped the pendant around our hands, and held them out towards Abaddon. We let our royal energies surge (mine was still not strong enough, so I united it with my father's), and the pendant began to glow. Then I bright beam of green light shot out of our hands towards Abaddon, and shot him. He screamed out in pain, glowing a bright green color, before vanishing into thin air...along with all of the corpses he had brought back. I collapsed onto the ground weakly, before turning to Butch, who was lying on the ground in a puddle of blood.

I crawled over towards him, and managed to grab his face in my hands, "B-Butch...!"

He looked at me weakly, "Are...are they s-safe?"

I nodded, and he sighed in relief. Tears began to escape my eyes, and I leaned down to kiss his bloody nose. He was breathing unevenly, and his breathing was beginning to slow down with each breath. I shook my head sadly, wishing for him never to die. If he died, then all would be lost... His children would only have one parent, nobody would be around to crack corny jokes all of the time, or sneak food from the kitchens... And most importantly...

I would be alone.

"T-tis' over... He is dead," I whispered, earning a weak chuckle from Butch.

"Bout' damn time..." he said with a weak smile.

I began to cry over him, "Don't you dare die on me Butch Jojo! Don't you dare!"

His right hand went up to caress my cheek lightly, before it fell as he groaned in pain. I cried harder, clutching his shirt in angry, mournful tears.

"We haven't even wed yet!" I cried in despair. "Your children need you! Don't die!"

He looked at me with sad eyes, "I l-love y-you..."

I cried, "I love you t-too..."

Then I leaned down and kissed him, but met no response. I cried harder than ever before, trying to feel for any signs of his living. Brick came up next to me with tear filled eyes, and wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed harder than I'd ever sobbed before. Boomer came up too, and picked up his brother as tears streamed down his eyes.

I refused to believe he was dead... I absolutely refused it. He was my soon-to-be husband, and that he would remain until the end of his days. I would not let him die...

I knew somewhere out there he was still alive, and that this was all just some trick. However logic proved me wrong; especially as I stood there at his grave, holding a Buttercup in my hands. I placed it on the pile of dirt, because he had told me once before that it was his favorite flower; and always had been even before he had met me. I looked down upon my daughter, who even though she was blind, still shed tears for her dead father. My sons were both bawling, and nobody even tried to stop them.

I stood up from the grave, taking my children, siblings, and brothers (as I referred to them) with me. We all headed down towards a road, that led to a place we did not know. My castle and home was burned down, so I really had no place to go until it was redone. My father was happily taken in by some rich peasants, and there he would remain until his castle was repaired.

The king of the south happily decreed that there would be no more war, and that all would live peacefully. He mourned his dead son in great amounts, but he took duty as king to help repair the North's land.

The rest of us headed off somewhere unknown, hoping that life would take us somewhere hopeful.

And hopefully...I would find happiness once more.