Hello this is my first fanfiction so don't hate on me. Hate on my noobism, and yes I would love it if you would leave some critic advice , I mean come on how can you change if you didn't know that you need to change. This is an edit with the help of a guest thank you Guest for you very helpful advice.

VERY IMPORTANT: Yes I know that a lot of what I m saying is wrong, it's just that I really like the idea of two people who are at religious war falling in love. And I'm not trying to be offensive I completely respect Christianity. And many other religious beliefs, except Satanism. Nobody gives a shit about you Satan!

P.S. I don t own Hetalia

1924

There was a rise of voices clamoring, each demanded attention, but the Priest was deft at understanding the mingling of voices, he tuned in for a specific question, as the scared villagers scrambled to make sense of their situation. "Everyone please settle down, one at a time, if you don't mind." His voice was firm but kind, and understanding. He then waited for the church to quiet down "Yes, Mr. Bryar." He finally heard the question he was listening for, it came from a man of forty some odd years, he called on him using his name, he knew everyone's name in the village from the oldest to the newest addition. "What are those abominable ferals?" the man asked.

The Priest took a deep breath and spoke with such power and determination, one might think that the walls would crumble, after all it was decades old with no repairs. "Those abominable ferals are Lycanthropes. Cast out of heaven They came from the darkest depths of the most unholy part of hell. Their bodies twisted from anger and hatred, their magic sustained on pain and suffering. Evil in the purest form, if evil could ever be pure. Their physical appearance is a mangled array of limbs and fur, their eyes made for the darkest hour, shining through the night, giving a false impression of an angel's light, DO NOT BE FOOLED! They bare their teeth, fangs sharpened for the flesh of man, woman, or child, their favorite meal. They're quick to hunt down even the tiniest newborn if it meant feeling flesh upon their teeth. Hunting to eat. Hunting for fun. Hunting simply because they've nothing better to do. HUNTING to tear down families and friendships! HUNTING TO END ALL OF HUMANITY! HUNTING BECAUSE THEY ARE evil. Because they are Lycanthropes." The Priest ended his speech with his hands raised in the air balled into fists, shaking furiously.

Taking a few deep breaths after purposely inciting anger in himself and the fearful mob. Once again the crowd clamored questions at the top of their voices, demanding what, how, who, and when. And once again the Priest called for calm from the mass. Once the peopled calmed down, he called on Mr. Wilkins who owned a barber shop. "Why were these beast created? And what caused God to cast them out?" The mans question was followed by affirmative yeahs and nods. The Priest cleared his throat and like his first speech his voice once again shook the walls.

"God had created them to guard the gates of heaven to deny entrance to any impure and hunt down intruders and to help angels do their job, but as time went on, their appetites grew and grew and grew. At first it was a bite here and there something He could allow, then it was a small meal a day, God spoke to them of their indulgence and warned them so, they did not heed his warning, but still he loved his pets, and so he decided to focus on grandor things, and not the small appetites of his most favored companion creation, and so from the fruits and vegetables of eden, to the cooked meat of stray animals, to hunting three times a day and eating the flesh right from the beast they had caught, many worried on the change in the holy creatures behavior but none paid no mind, after all they were Gods most favored companion creation, they would not judge nor question his decision. But all that changed when Roma attacked a human while hunting. He was the first but not the last to taste human flesh, at that moment he became corrupted and sought more human flesh but he did so in secret knowing that none of the holy beings would approve of his new favorite snack, after a time he amassed a sizable clan to strike a whole village and that he did. Tearing the throats out of every living human they caught. It was then that the Great One had decided to put his feral pets down."

He finished this speech with a more solemn tone, he lowered his head as if to let it hang in shame. As silence filled the room the voice of an older woman rang out Mrs. Murry wife to the owner of the tavern. "Who is Roma?" she asked despite knowing that it was not her place to ask such things. However many overlooked it their own curiosity filling them to the brim at such a foreign name.

"Like Lucifer, Roma was a beautiful creation, his fur glistened in the moonlight, his eyes sparkled, like emerald his teeth white like pears. He before his gluttony befell him he was diligent, proud but not vain, a warrior but not a warlord stern but not cold, gentle but not weak. Roma you could say was Lucifer's companion up until Lucifer turned his back on God. Roma was the pack leader, he lead many a Lycan into and out of battle, in the name of his master, as well as into but not out of damnation. It was him who coaxed the Lycans into devouring the humans of Rome. And many other villages, many know it as the Fall of Old Rome. It was because of him that the once beloved race became nothing more than a cursed misshapen shadow of their true selves."

At the end of this tale the Priest kept the air of sorrow but did not move to seem as if he felt the shame of such betrayal. Once again the voices filled the crumbling church, but he did not attempt to silence them, instead he answered the as they came. "Why is he back?", "Why does evil do as evil does?", "How did he come back?", "Maybe he was summoned, maybe he crawled out, or maybe, Armageddon is upon us, and God as finally had enough of our insolence.", "How do we protect ourselves?"

"These unholy creatures cannot move about unless on a full or new moon, They are weak to silver and cannot thrive unless they have a clan leader. It is at this time we must strike. Before he turns us all into his damned minions. And when he does we too shall be cast out of heaven and damned for all eternity." The church was then filled, every nick and cranny with cheers of agreement, these poor villagers ignorant of the fact that they had been used to fuel the false belief that Lycan's are evil, a belief the will take the town by storm.

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