CC101- Okay, so this is an Omegle rp which is between me and my rp partner: hungarysfryingpan or doyouseethecycle on Tumblr.
I have no idea where this is going but I like it enough to post it!
Summary: In Hell, there is a strict social class. Living in the slums, Base Demon Alfred F. Jones is hired by an Elite demon, Arthur Kirkland. His mission is simple, steal a sacred jewel for the Elite. However, he ends up stealing much more than a jewel. Now, with Satan's demonic ball approaching and a dangerous prophecy to be fulfilled, Alfred finds himself being seduced by his employer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Chapter 1: Messages from a Cat
The streets were crowded with various creatures- mostly demons- and their various modes of transportation and the different vendors. All demons were slightly different and the most noticeable differences could be found in wing color (most were extremely dark shades of a color, though some even had white or gray), and horn shape and size. In the Underworld, there were strict class systems that were mostly determined by wealth and power. From top to bottom, the scale went from The Elite, who typically lived a life of luxury and were feared, respected, and powerful beings. Then came the middle class, which were often just called 'Mids'. They were typically artisans or masters of some sort of craft, often running small businesses and some could even practice magic. Then, at the bottom, was the lowest class, which was often referred to as the Base Class. Base Class demons were typically referred to as uncouth deviants and were typically thieves, wanderers, or beggars. Some Elite even went as far as to use Bases as slaves.
Unfortunately, the Base Class was where Alfred F. Jones found himself at. He was a relatively young demon, or at least still had some growing to do, who typically found himself wandering and stealing to get by and just generally getting into trouble. On occasion though, he would perform the odd job in exchange for food or other goods. The shiny black horns sprouting from his messy hair, which was black as well, somewhat resembled the horns of an impala deer's. His wings also looked black but, upon closer inspection, one would see that they were an extremely dark, midnight blue. The young demon sat in an alleyway and regarded his hand with mild disgust. He had received a nasty cut last night from a scuffle he couldn't even remember the reasoning behind. It was relatively small and located between his thumb and pointer finger down to the middle of his palm, but deep and had ended up bleeding quite some. The blood flow had stopped, but the cut still stung horribly. He ripped at the hem of his dirty shirt, hissing slightly at the pain it had caused his hand, in an attempt to make some sort of bandage.
Alfred's tongue poked out between his slightly parted lips a bit as he set to bandaging his hand. It was a poor and sloppy job at best, but the young demon was still relatively pleased with it. It was better than nothing by any means, he supposed. He held out his hand and admired his job for a short moment before tilting his head back and letting it rest against the alley wall before letting his eyes droop shut as well. The young demon hadn't been able to help but notice all the messages running around the city. You see there was a difference between demonic cats and cat demons. Demonic cats were cats that followed their masters to Hell, carried messages, and had no human form. Cat demons had a human form with a cat tail, ears, and claws. There seemed to be more demonic cats out than ever before; he had even seen someone trip over one of the cats in the street yesterday... It sure was strange, Alfred mused. Alfred blinked as he heard a voice in front of him and opened his eyes to see a golden tabby cat in front of him. His eyes widened as he was informed there was a message for him. "Wha..?" He muttered, unsure who would be messaging him or why. Alfred hesitated a short moment before carefully retrieving the letter from the cat's collar and opening it.
The parchment glowed a bright green. Now, an image floated above the paper. It was a magic letter, only the Elite or a Mid with high magic could do or afford these! The demon in the image looked powerful. The male had vibrant scarlet hair that seemed to set off the emerald green orbs that were gazing into Alfred's eyes. This demon had relatively pale skin which blended nicely with the sleek gray wings. A pure black tail poked out and was wrapped around the demon's waist. Outfits varied in hell, but this demon had a style all his own. He had tight black leather pants and no shirt. However in place of a shirt, the demon had a red fur lined coat. "Good evening, my name is Arthur Kirkland. This message is your invitation to the Kirkland Mansion which my cat will bring you to. If you choose to come, I mean to employ your services for a special job. Your payment shall be food, money, and even a small house which I have bought for which ever Base demon completes the mission." The voice was obviously British. "If you accept, begin your journey shortly. I will not tolerate those who waste my time."
Alfred's eyes widened and he resisted the urge to throw the letter on the ground as it began glowing and a miniature image appeared out of it. It was a demon who was dressing much too fanciful for Alfred's taste and was quite obviously an Elite. The young demon frowned lightly as the image introduced itself as Arthur Kirkland and his eyebrows furrowed together as this high class demon invited him to his mansion. Alfred had never been in a mansion before... Nor had he ever been invited to one either. It wasn't uncommon to get job offers from Mids, usually an odd job that was a menial task or involved heavy lifting, but never before had an Elite ever asked him to do something. Food and money sounded great... But this all sounded a little suspicious to him and he even thought this all might be a joke. Alfred glanced at the cat and quirked an eyebrow; as if asking it for an explanation.
The message shut itself off again with another bright flash of blue, leaving a black magic symbol on the paper. The golden tabby, which had been lying down looked up once the message was complete. Stretching itself, the feline looked at Alfred. Seeing the confused face, it sighed and jumped onto a box next to the demon. His amber eyes stared into sapphire blue. "Do not take this message lightly. My Master has granted you and four other demons this same chance. You are the last to receive this message; the other four are at the Mansion. The mission is dangerous, so the reward is high. If you do not wish to come, simply say so and I shall return alone. Think carefully, this chance will not come again."
Alfred lowered the paper as it flashed another color and seemed to more or less turn off. He watched the feline jump onto his box and look at him and he listened as it began to speak. Four other demons..? What was this supposed to be, some sort of competition? "What sort of mission is it?" Alfred asked, glancing at the piece of parchment. Alfred had never been on any sort of 'mission' before... The young demon hummed thoughtfully. It'd be nice to be rewarded with money. Most people paid him in small bits of food or clothing or something else of the like. He rarely ever got paid in actual money...and if this demon was an Elite, then he must have a lot of it. "Can I decide whether or not I want to do it when I get there?" Alfred asked as well.
The feline licked its right paw and began to wash his face as Alfred thought. Once the questions were asked, the cat stopped and looked up. "As to the first question, I will admit that my Master has not told me what kind of mission that he intends to give to you five demons but only one will claim the reward." The feline jumped down from the box and looked up expectantly. "I will lead you to the Kirkland Mansion and yes once there, you can choose to leave. However, I cannot promise your protection if you leave. The Kirkland Mansion has vicious guard dogs that usually don't ask questions first."
Alfred frowned slightly but nodded as the cat admitted that it had no information about the mission at hand. He found his curiosity growing with each vague tidbit of information he was given and wondered what sort of mission could an Elite need five Bases for... He was at least relieved that he would have the option to say no, despite the ominous warning about the guard dogs. Alfred took another short moment to think. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime, and he could finally get himself off the streets, working to the bone for mere scraps of food and just barely scraping by. Plus, he didn't know if he could go on spending a lifetime always wondering what the mission had been. Alfred pushed himself to his feet and looked down at the cat, "Alright, I'll come," he agreed.
The feline purred loudly enough for Alfred to hear. "Good, now I will need you to pick me up and fly with me in your arms. It should only take a half hour by wing. However, if you are not strong enough, we can go by ground but that would take about three hours by foot. My paws are already killing me; you bases always live where the ground is rubbly." The golden tabby huffed as he flicked his tail to the left. "Well, come on. Which will it be? Are we flying or walking?" The amber eyes demanded an immediate answer from the taller demon.
Alfred's tail flicked as the cat began purring, though he supposed that couldn't be taken as anything but a good sign. "Of course I'm strong enough to fly!" Alfred protested, scooping the cat up in his arms. "So we'll do that." By this point, the curiosity was beginning to torture Alfred and he wanted to know what was going on as soon as possible now. Letting the cat situate itself in his arms and getting a strong grip on it, the young demon took off into the air and above the grubby part of the city. "Where to now?" Alfred asked.
The feline purred even more. "I must say, flying is wonderful. I wish Master would take me some more." Shaking its head, the cat looked up at Alfred's chin. "Fly north, Alfred F. Jones. Head towards the large brick building over there," The cat's golden tail pointed out the direction of the Kirkland Mansion. "A half hour that way and we should arrive. Like all Elites, my Master's house is outside the city; it is a beautiful home in the countryside." As Alfred started to fly, the feline started to ramble on and on about what made his Master's Mansion so great.
Alfred snorted in amusement at how excited the cat seemed about flying but nevertheless, flew in the direction he was told to. He was able to make out the large building the cat indicated and let out a low whistle. Even from this distance, the young demon was relatively sure that he had never been in a building so big before. As they continued to fly though, Alfred began to understand why this Arthur Kirkland might choose not to take his cat flying as much seeing as the thing wouldn't seem to shut up. By the time they arrived at the mansion, Alfred felt as if he had been there already.
The entire mansion was outlined by a large metal fence to keep out intruders. The feline began to speak more about the mansion again. "Of course, you cannot just fly over normally. The ground guards would have sounded an alarm as soon as they spotted you; however, they also saw me so you may pass unchallenged. Even if you were to defeat them, my Master's mansion is protected by a large magical force field. Again, you did not have to mess with it as the invitation also holds a spell to let you pass through unharmed." The cat pointed down towards the large pool in the back of the Mansion. "As it is midday, my Master should be in the pool doing laps. Master likes to keep in shape. There, he shall inform you of your mission." The cat purred as his sharp eyes found his Master's form in the pool. Wiggling, the golden tabby jumped out of Alfred's grip. As soon as the cat dropped a few feet, a green bubble appeared around the feline and brought the cat speedily but safely down to the pool side.
Alfred flew over the gate and looked up at the ominous mansion. He couldn't help but feel impressed and he wondered what it could possibly be like to live in such a place! He listened as the cat spoke and looked down at the pool. He managed to spot a figure in it though he couldn't make out who it was. As he squinted, his eyes suddenly widened as the cat jumped out of his arms. "Wait-" Alfred said helplessly as he scrambled to grab it out of the air, not wanting his first impression to be killing this powerful demon's pet cat by dropping it over the pool. He blinked as the cat was suddenly inside a green bubble though and it lowered to the ground. He stayed suspended in the air dumbly for a moment before shaking his head and lowering himself to the pool side, next to the cat.
CC101- So yeah... I have no clue where this rp is going but write a review if you like it! As usual, all guest reviews will be answered after the chapter and if this fic gets to 100 reviews that 100th review will get a one-shot.
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