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He could feel his wings being torn apart as he lost the balance of himself— and when falling down, the last things he saw were them, his "supposed puppets" to the perfect universe of his, a universe where light ruled and shined all. But for all that, he failed. And now, he could feel his core, his wings, consumed by the ocean as he sank deeper and deeper down in it. Light moved further and further away from him until what was left for him to see was the darkness around his surroundings. It reminded Galeem of Dharkon, and he hated it so much. Slowly, but surely, the light of his core grew dim. Maybe it was Galeem's fate that all of this happened—maybe it was fate that his death was too gruesome, too chaotic and shameful, much to his liking...
Not.
He wasn't a mortal.
Galeem wasn't a mortal. He couldn't lose just yet—especially not to a bunch of mortals who didn't know what or who they were dealing with. He'd teach them, and soon, the orders would be back to stop this chaotic, ungrateful nonsense world. With little energy left, his core grew lighter and his wings got closer to the core—which some would assume the wings were to hide it, to protect it. His core would flash bright all around his surroundings— then it stopped, and Galeem was gone.
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It started to get dark throughout the skies as the moon rose up, shining its lights over the forest. Breezing winds slowly blowing the leaves of the forest trees. All the animals were asleep and somewhere, sounds of night owls could be heard. Galeem teleported right into it—the forest. His wings floated for a moment before they were too tired to support him. Then, he fell into the bushes and his core was scratched up by the leaves and thorns of it—it shouldn't be hurt like this, yet, it ached badly. He needed to move on. Just a little longer would he escape this terrible misfortune. But he was tired too. He had used all his energy to teleport himself into this world and no longer had any left to move himself into a better spot. Galeem was pathetic... And it was their fault—Not him! Maybe it was better off to take a rest until his energy was back than to take vengeance, for now.
...How long had he been here? It felt like an eternity, though, the sun hadn't even rised yet. How ironically considering the fact that, to Galeem, a decade was just like the blink of an eye, up to now that it felt like forever for an hour to pass for the Lord of Light. It was annoying, he hated everything about it. Until, he heard footsteps from far away—at first, he thought, maybe it was just some wild animals, but, wouldn't it make the situation worse for him? For him being way smaller compared to his regular size? It was until he acknowledged it again, he was now the size of a bird! Oh god, this was bad. He still couldn't move himself! The footsteps were getting closer and closer—and for a moment, Galeem thought that he'd, for sure, be erased from this existence. Instead, they stopped, and he heard a voice come from above.
"H-Hello?" He looked up. Instead of facing a wild predator, he was meeting with a familiar face. The blue eyes, the mustache, the hat—it must be that "wannabe" hero he swore himself to catch. One of his, if not, his strongest puppet yet! Though his face was a little different from what he remembered. This one looked kind... Too kind. The color of the clothes were odd. It wasn't the iconic red that he could spot from afar. It was green. If it wasn't for the dim light of his glowing core, the deity would've mistaken this one for Mario. Yes, instead of Mr. Video Game, he met with his much cowardly younger brother instead, one he couldn't bother to remember the name of.
"A-Are you okay?" The green man spoke up again. Galeem didn't really want to bother talking to a wimp— Wait, just a moment. He was facing the green plumber, wasn't this one supposed to find him scary, especially when he was the one to kill him? So, why was he so brave out of a sudden? Or was it that he didn't remember what had happened? Galeem could've sworn that this one tried to avoid every tournament Master Hand had held, let alone helping the other fighters to fight against the deity himself—well, he DID show up, but that was beside the point. Before he could speak up, the green plumber picked him up and held him in his arms, gently.
"Poor thing...You must be injured." Galeem could hear the the sad timbre from the plumber's voice. For some reason, the deity didn't reply back. He just stared at the man and not even himself know why he had such patience to do so, he just did. The plumber held his flashlight tight with one hand and shined it around the forest while the other was still carrying Galeem. He then continued nervously: "It was getting dark... I should get us home." Nonetheless, it did feel nice to feel the warmth of the plumber. It could be that it was breezing outside right now, since it was midnight. But Galeem wouldn't complain. Nonetheless, he thought to himself... Wasn't it such a miracle that he found himself a kind, easily manipulated puppet? Maybe for now he should play along with the green man, until it was the right time to strike back. Right now, it was better to let the plumber take him home instead, and the two made their way out of the forest. Galeem didn't know how far it could be from the forest to the Mushroom Kingdom. But since they had been walking for a long while now, he guessed he teleported himself pretty deep in the forest. The entire walk consisted of the plumber talking to himself, and he should be annoyed, anyone would've... But again, he didn't. In fact, he kind of liked it.
"We're almost there." As he looked forward, it seemed like they had made their way out of the forest already and into the Mushroom Kingdom. All the shops were closed, some houses did leave the lights on. It was more of a cultural thing for them— Toads believed that leaving some lights on in their town would make it as full of life just as it did in the morning. Talking about lights, Galeem stared at the stars and at the moon—they were shining. Was the moon, the stars, were usually this shine? During most of his existence, Galeem never cared for the night, he hated it. To him, night was darkness, it was lawlessness and shall no light ever allowed to enter such thing. Yet, here there was, tiny dots of light shining over the dark skies along with the bright orb...It annoyed him. ; "Oh! I-I forgot to introduce myself to you." He could hear a weak giggle coming from the man. The plumber then coughed:
"My-my name is Luigi."