Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Adventure Time nor do I own rights to any of the characters. I just own my writing. Not the names of the character or places.

A/N: This chapter has been seriously rewritten so if you've previously read this chapter you might want to read it again. Okay. Uhmm... Enjoy.

Marshall Lee comes from a land foul and morbid. He lives a violent life in a violent land known as the Nightosphere. A violent life fit for only a vampire king such as himself. A life he has never wanted and a life he is eternally bound to all the same.

The son of a demon must never leave his kingdom. The king of the vampires must always rule over his people. Never mind the creeping loneliness that rests firmly unfulfilled deep in the soul he long forgot about. Never mind the wanting and longing for something more that gnaws at the back of his mind. He must always push away his emotions. That is the number one unspoken rule.

The sound of the screams mixed with the putrid smell fill the air as Marshall Lee's death lullaby sets in. His daily duties have been fulfilled.

"Let that disgusting melody play. Let it play over and over and over." Marshall mumbles to himself as he walks through the Nightosphere.

He cannot think of a title more fitting for the daily rituals in this depressing place he calls home. A place where the sunlight can't threaten to turn him to ash because there is absolutely no place for it to shine. A place where no birds can sing because they'd be drowned in lava. The only place he rules over, and, yet, the only place where he isn't truly free.

Lately, he spends his immortal days strumming his guitar, writing his songs, wondering who he can share them with. It's gotten so bad that he shares it with them monsters that live in this wretched place. If one can truly call it "living".

The empty void grows with every misguided step het takes. He longs for something but he has no way to obtain it. He's a prince trapped under a spell to spend eternity ruling over the Nightosphere. But, for now, his life is filled with an empty void he needs to fill and he doesn't know

why. So he spends his days watching the world pass him by. He's the son of a demon and kindness is something he wouldn't dare try. He lies awake I until the sun comes up thinking of a way out.

So, he plays his music against his mothers orders and spends his days wondering if he'll ever find a way to be set free.

A/N: Alrighty. :D More to come next chapter.