When the light hit his face, his initial reaction was a groan, of not fucking this shit. "Get up!" He heard a bossy woman's voice come from above. "Or we'll find out how a stake really feels, won't we? But you might be a tad bit more dead! Up!"

Red eyes opened- with malice laced in his expression, his lips curled up and his eyebrows dropped to a deadpan, the man looking up at the light above him, seeing the vague outline of a woman, but no smell of blood and no sound of a heartbeat. Hm.

He sat up, grumbling with irritation. "Ugh, this better be good…" The white haired man looked at the light, his red eyes narrowed at the figure, which perked up at the sound of his gravelly unused voice.

"Ah! So you are alive!" She said, pleased. "Or, at least, as alive as a member of the Undead could be!"

Gilbert Beilschmidt, fucking pissed, and really, really hungry at this point, mocked her in a whispered mimic of her words, before he jumped out of his coffin, which had been dug down to and broken into. Smart woman. She hadn't gotten close to him while she woke him up. "I'm a fucking vampire, what the fuck did you expect? Typically, like you mentioned earlier." He growled, snapping his neck slightly to fix the alignment. He had probably had night terrors in his "sleep"…well, that, or he had gone to bed with a broken neck…which wasn't entirely out of the question, but unlikely. "We tend to not die. Well." He snorted. "'Cept for the wayward stake, that is." He shook out his old bones, turning to look at the voluptuous woman before him, and he snorted.

"Oh. So THAT'S why there was no heartbeat." He snickered. "Ain't got nothin' for me. You might not like me when I'm this hungry…"

"Oh, I've heard." She said with delight, looking him over with curious green eyes. "You're not you when you're hungry, Beilschmidt. Your reputation precedes you."

"Yeah, yeah." He waved a hand as he rolled his neck around, cracking his knuckles and licking his lips for any taste of his last meal, finding none and growling. "You woke me up. Whaddya want, Fräulein?"

The brown-haired vixen of a demon smiled enigmatically, before she tossed him a red bag. "What the fuck is this?" Gilbert said grouchily, not on board with bagged blood.

"You know precisely what that is!" She said, pursing her lips. "I thought you'd act more lively. Apparently you're a little ball of energy once you get going… But that's what the demons of hell tell me, anyway." She smiled, winking at him. The succubus stood, tilting her head down. "Well, eat up. Before you try and eat me, anyway, which we both seem to know is a fruitless effort, but you wouldn't be the first of your kind to try me. I'm Elizabeta, a succubus, if you hadn't figured that out." She walked with certain coyness, and placed her comforting hands on his shoulders, which the vampire brushed off as he forcefully bit down into the bag, ripping it open and feeding. "My, aren't you hungry?" She said with some delight, patting his back as she sat next to him, the vampire licking the bag for what it was worth before tossing it to the side.

"Ugh." He muttered. "I got myself buried for a fucking reason. I'm still not on board with this undead shit…"

The woman, Elizabeta, smiled at him, but squeezed his shoulder tighter. "Ah, well, you are legend, very much literally infamous in hell." She gave a crooked grin. "A strong vampire such as yourself is sought after. Plus, you're the only vampire I've ever heard of who has survived a staking."

Gilbert grumbled still, scratching the back of his neck with his long, claw-like fingernails. "Yeah. Infamous, eh?" He chortled. "They must not remember me well. You seem young, Fräulein Succubae." He waggled his white eyebrows suggestively. "Post 19th Century, if I'd have to pick a time…"

"Ohhh, you." She said, laughing lightly. "But yes, you are correct." Her tail swished from side to side, her smile coy. "Humans do have an awful lot of influence on our appearance, and them starting to find us as…attractive, did have a change on our general appearance. I was borne post WWII."

He nodded. "That era did make a fine crop of demons, if I remember correctly." He yawned. "But, you have heard of me…which means something, I suspect? You sought me out, despite how I did my best to hide myself all those years ago…" He yawned. "How many years has it been?"

"Since you were last seen?" The woman tilted her head, thinking, her tail wrapping itself around her arm. "Maybe…45 years? Something like that- I tend to not care for human times any longer, I am so detached from what I once was."

Gilbert stretched a bit more, swinging his arms around a bit, rolling his head around to get the crooks out of his neck. "Either way, you broke my streak. I was nearly at 50 years! C'mon…" He grinned, his fangs gleaming in the pale lighting. "Surely you had a good reason? You know that I am a demon killer, correct?"

The succubus paled a bit, but nodded. "Correct, that part of your tale…has been regaled, as well. Hence, the use of "infamous"." She murmured. "However, I came to you…for assistance, I suppose."

"Oh?" He nodded, curious as to why a young demon girl such as herself was getting into that a vampire, and a vampire who oft had a taste for demon blood at that, was a option to go to for help. "Well, why? Why desire my assistance? Mine, of all people…er, demons?" He shrugged. "I don't like thinking of what I've become, honestly… I get…" He paused, looking for the right wording, his face screwed up in thought. "Emotional? Not even that, so much as fucking pissed." He laughed.

The woman had rapidly lost interest. "Look, uh, as much as I'd love to listen to you mansplain your problems, I have an issue of life and death? That's actually a horrible juxtapose considering the fact we are both, basically dead, but…" She sighed, at a loss for words. "…I'm being chased. My partner and I, we both are."

"And that's my problem, why?" He asked, laughing suddenly, Gilbert starting at her incredulously. "Maybe I should kill you here, make a deal with whoever wants you both dead! I would be able to be reburied, and that would be that. Hiding place secured, all that, yanno?"

"Yes, well, technically, I couldn't let either of you leave here unnoticed." The female demon jumped a bit, her tail going straight behind her, before she hid behind Gilbert.

The vampire let her, red eyes looking up to the source- an unfortunately familiar blonde haired asshole.

"Yo! If it aint the good ol' Kirkland himself!" Gilbert laughed. "You really chasin' down a succubus Artie?" He sneered. "Don't know who you pissed off to get assigned a shit job like that, but damn, you must have really, really pissed em' off!" He leaned back against the crates he had been previously sitting on, looking up for an explanation.

"It's not her I'm after." The angel above him gave him a condescending look. "It's her partner. A lich of his power cannot be allowed to go on."

"A lieche?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

The angel, who had a tendency to explain when he should be focused on killing his enemy, followed Gilbert's precise pattern of behavior. "Roderich Edelstein. I vaguely remember reading that you had dealings with him in the Great War, Beilschmidt." To this, Gilbert nodded.

"Roddy? Yeah. He managed to find a pathway to immortality?" The vampire snorted. "Nice. What a shitty path to go down as well! How corpse-like is he?"

Arthur nodded emphatically, before the angel froze, and gave him a flat look. "You're doing this to me again, I know you are." He muttered beneath his breath. "And I fell for it again. Ugh. Bullocks." He materialized his bow and arrows, pointing one straight at Elizabeta, who squeaked in fear. "Gilbert, give me the girl, and we can make some accommodations for you up above. You have garnered some attention as a demon killer, I'm sure we can make an…exception, for your bloodlust." He said, with plenty of disdain.

The vampire grinned. "Ahh, you're starting to catch onto that game we have, then?" He laughed, and raised an eyebrow. "You're after them? They're your assignment, angel boy?" And Arthur nodded, refusing to get caught in the "game" with him again, almost snarling at him his sneer was so big. "Damn, goin' with you and dealin with the featherbrains, or aid this demon and her partner, a man I disliked in his lifetime and almost certainly will despise in his near-death?" He hummed, pretending to contemplate. "Well, if I help her, I'm almost certain to piss you off! That's my answer!" He laughed, and his wings, white and batlike, emerged from his back, and he took flight, making Kirkland dodge him suddenly, into the stack of crates behind him. The incompetent angel gasped as he hit them, going forward and getting smothered underneath them.

Gilbert went down for the girl, laughing as he scooped her up with one arm, and then told her to grab Arthur, the angel dazed and confused as he was scooped up into the vampire's grip. The three of them, led by Gilbert, left the area quickly enough, Gilbert flying out into the night. "Where to, Fräulein?" He asked in a cheeky voice, the Succubae hanging onto him in terror as he flew far from the ground below, the town lights fading into small glimmers.

"U-Uh…" She shook a bit. "We are camped in Italy, at the moment…so, south of here." Elizabeta looked at the angel he was carrying with confusion. "What are you going to do with him?" She asked Gilbert, her curiosity tainted by fear.

"Oh. I was gonna drop him off in a church." He laughed. "Get him off my scent, yanno? I'm sure he'd love to wake up there!"

And after a bit of flying, the three descended to a church in the outskirts of Germany, where Gilbert had been sleeping for all this time, and dumped the angel on the doorstep, before leaving, the vampire being purposefully rough with the demon, who clung to him as he rose into the air.

"C-Can you stop flying like this!" She screamed as the air whipped around them, her face contorted with fear, eyes wide like the day she had died and come back as this. "I don't like heights!" She gripped him tighter. "Please! I'm scared!"

Her admittance to this made him soften somewhat. The pale vampire evened out his flight, and allowed her to climb onto his back.

Something about this girl was familiar to him, though he didn't want to put an incredible amount of thought into that. "I'm unsure where you need me to put you, so, I'm going to land!" He said once the lights of Italy were beneath him. He landed, and the succubus shook slightly as she looked at him with curiosity.

"You know sir Edelstein?" She asked, stretching a bit, and Gilbert put the large white bat wings back into the hiding place in his back.

"Yeah, you could say we know one another. Why are you working for a lieche, Fräulein?" The vampire asked, suspicious. "Can't be by choice. He's still…annoyingly mortal, though he has been preserved by the spell he had someone else cast on him- since I know he couldn't have been that intelligent or gifted to cast a spell like that."

The brown haired demon fiddled with the end of her short skirt. "We met in the second World War." She admitted. "When I was…human." She murmured that word with a sort of reverence, or perhaps, regret, "I was…frequently given his business. Once I was dead…" She coughed, biting her lip in embarrassment. "He found me, and I was surprised he even saw me, before he revealed he was dead just as well."

"Ah." He said in understanding, sighing. "Either way, you should get away from that man- he's shrewd and oftentimes cruel. Not worth my trouble, though I suppose I should drop in a line. For the sake of telling him he wasn't right about me." Gilbert grinned. "Yeah! He told me that I was a dead man, not going anywhere in life while he was on some bullshit quest for immortality. That I wouldn't ever see the things he would." He chuckled. "Oh yeah. This would piss him off alright."

The woman smiled at him, and nodded, not really sure why Gilbert was so happy about that.

And so, the two mismatched evils of the night went off into the cities of Italy, their history of bloodstained innocence not standing out to the other in the slightest.

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a/n: alright. Another pruhun au that absolutely no one asked for ! good job me!

Anyway! Gilbert is a vampire in this AU, for reasons that will become more plain as time goes on! B) He does have bat wings (white bc he's albino.) and he has been staked and survived, again, for reasons that'll be explained as time goes onnnn

Roderich is a lich in English – or a lieche as Gilbert says, (in german). While the word means "corpse" its more of a reference to a middle ages monster of sorts- a lich is a powerful king/sorcerer who puts their soul in another object to give himself immortality, and though his body still decays (hence gilberts comments about how dead he looked) he retains his intelligence. Roderich's like a smart zombie- Or somthin.

Its hard to find information about ol' Hungarian mythology! :( I was hoping to make her cooler than this but! I suppose a succubus will do. Gilbert questioning and being able to correctly point out her youth is bc it wasn't that long ago that succubae were portrayed as evil and horrific to look at. Downright ugly. The attractive, seductive portrayal is a newer trend- hence, why Elizabeta comments that their appearance is based of how humans perceive them. Later on, gilbert'll occasionally call her Lilion or Lilith's child, and this is a reference to the biblical origin of succubae- from the myth of the first bride of adam, who turned him down.

Either way! I do love receiving comments on my work ;w; im weak.

Hope you enjoyed it!