Made this for 365daysofusuk. Hope you like.

Arthur's black boots's sound could be heard echoing through the corridor. The devil was following the Japanese Witch, that was very pale a quiet for one, each pace getting him closer to the Demon King. He couldn't help but smille thinking about what other devils (and some fallen angels) had said.

"My grandpa told me that it's a long journey through the Blue Corridor! All of your afraids, even the ones that you didn't know you had, will take over you and the closest you get to the gate, the more insane you get." one of the italians said "Oh, I already pass for that! The Witch is cute, but you'll pee your pants when the King's eyes pose on you!" the fallen angel that Arthur loved so much confessed "Da! That corridor will turn your nerves on! Try to don't kill the King after you reach the gate." the demon soldier's advice was followed by one of his creepy laughs.

And now, was Arthur's time to laugh inside - he didn't feel like that at all.

Actually, each pace made the sweet devil's tail stir with excitement. His short, messy, redish hair was wet, but not with fear sweat. The only reason it was wet was because of the hot temperature and the shower that he took in the morning. He was holding back a grin, and insted of playing with his tail (like Antonio's mum had made), he was fixing his black coat and tie and opening his red shirt a little, since he was almost burning.

He was going to be the King's helper, after all. And he almost laugh at the horror in Peter's eyes when he had told him that, three days ago. Because it wasn't just some visit to the King, like everyone he had heard about did. He was going to stay there, on the King's castle, not only for a couple of hours, but until he got killed by something or someone.

And the only think that he didn't understand, wasn't why it had to be him doing this. Nor why wasn't he feeling scared. Was why the long, bloody corridor was called "Blue Corridor" when it was actually black and red.

"It's here." the Witch smiled, stopping when he reached the dark blue gates "Are you ready?" Arthur nodded, fixing his hair one last time before the gates open.

And then he saw him. The most gorgeous alive being he had already seen.

Black hair with a cowlick that defy gravity and two short horns. Strong body that showed that he wasn't a king that only sat on his throne and waited for the others to work. Bat wings so much bigger that Arthur's. And deep, sky blue eyes that seemed to check him up. Francis was wrong. That eyes didn't scared him at all. They made him feel hot and peaceful at the same time.

How could anyone be scared of him?

"So..." the King started, making Arthur wake up from his thoughs. The King had a pretty voice too "You are Arthur, right?"

Arthur nodded and remembered how the Whitch had told him to act "Yes, my King."

The King made a signal for the Whitch to leave, and he did it with a reverence. This made Arthur, for the first time, to gulp. Being alone with the Demon King was an indescribable feeling.

"You don't seem so scared like the others normaly are." he said, but not souding annoyed. Actually, he sound a little bit happy.

"Why should I be scared, my King?" he answered, his tail waving a little "Shouldn't it be an honour to be in your presence?"

The King made a mental note that this devil already was good enough to replace Yao, that had died fighting against some angel. How pathetic. The Helper, the Jack, die in angel's hands. And he was always telling him to be careful! In the end, he was the one that didn't have much care.

The demon smiled at him, what made the devil to lightly blush, and made a signal for him to come closer.

"No need for formalities. You, call me Alfred."