A/N: This story was spun up from a short story I wrote awhile back, which I got in a lot of trouble for, but now it's been converted to Hetalia. This is told from Hell's/ Demon Lovi's perspective so it may get a bit angsty and cynical in the first few chapters as I introduce the characters. Remember this won't be the typical Hell we're used to- it's got a couple twists. But there will be a lot of craziness with witches, evil angels, reaper duties, a playful, secretive demon king, second chances, and Mephisto. Yes, you cannot have a story about Hell without Mephisto.
Disclaimer: I own nothing... But if I did... *evil Lelouch/ Izaya/ Kira laughter*
Calciver: You're insane.
Me: But I enjoy every minute of my insanity!
Shira: *nods in agreement*
Prolong: The Arrival
A cough escaped him as his lungs burned when he breathed in the air. It was slightly smoky, not too thick but enough almost to be considered unhealthy. The young man looked around at his surroundings. His sat on a slightly ashenground and above him hung a bright red sky. But the most interesting thing of all is what stood in front of him. Wide, gothic styled gates stood as high as the eye could see. They were black as a raven's feather, but surprising looked as if they had never aged as long as they had been there.
A sudden noise interrupted his thoughts as he saw a scruffy looking man appear in front of the gothic gates. He had a large, silver key dangling loosely from his neck and a book open in his hands. He read with very little interest, "Lovino Romano Vargas. Seventeen years old. Died December 31, 1989. Cause of death: Severed spinal cord from a hit and run driver. Crime: Revenge killing for your younger sibling who was accidentally slain roughly four months prior to your death in a mugging..."
The Italian, shouted, hiding his fear in the process, "Where the hell am I?"
The man paused, looking up from the book at the teen, "Shouldn't you be asking where in hell are you, boy?" He had got this all the time with hundreds of newcomers a week. It made his job rather dull having to repeat the same lines over and over again, but then again it was rather exciting seeing all their different reactions. They usually consisted of stark, raving mad religious fundamentals to the near silent acknowledge because they knew they were destined to be here from the start. Today, however, he receive a rebellious teen in denial.
Lovino questions meekly, "I'm in Hell?"
The place where demons roam?
A sinner's afterlife to eternal damnation?
The domain of Satan himself?
Why yes. This is the very place.
The gatekeeper gives a small nod and resists the urge to give a sarcastic comment. You would think they would know the difference between pearly white gates and gothic from the stories they've heard growing up, but alas that was never the case.
"That kind of offense was pre-meditated, heartless, and in cold blood. It something that will land you in Black Plains." Lovino stares at the gatekeeper curiously, before scrambling back as the ground begins to open up beneath him. He looks up and sees him with his hand outstretched towards him and his eyes, sclera and all, pitch black.
Clamping his eyes shut, Lovino felt that same feeling as when he died the first time. His body unconsciously trembled and his legs refused to move. 'I don't want to die!'
Then he felt a cool hand caress his face in a rather loving manner. The Italian was surprised that he had not flinched when those cool fingers made contact with his skin. Instead, he had leaned into the stranger's hand.
Lovino slowly cracked open his eyes to find odd, yet warm silver orbs staring back at him. Looking beyond the silver, he saw long, wavy raven hair and pale skin. The thing that he noticed most, other than her eyes, was the soft smile she was giving.
The woman then asked without taking her eyes off the Italian, "Leviathan, just to do you think you're doing."
The gatekeeper, whose head was bowed and seemed to have returned to as he was before opening the portal, stated with the utmost respect, "Forgive me, but I was sending this vile creature down to the Black Plains where he belongs." He takes a quick glance at the thick book with never ending pages. "His crime deserves the black burning."
"Did you check his soul?"
"Why would I-"
This time her voice bellowed through the air as her eyes moved from the Italian to him. They burned bright and the look she was giving him made his body give an involuntary tremble. "Did you check his soul?"
Leviathan then confessed, "No, my lord."
Not a even second later, the woman stood to her full height, reaching about 5'6. She casts her glance once more at the gatekeeper before turning her attention once more on Lovino. She motions him to stand, which he does not so surprising without any compliant.
Meeting her silver gaze again, Lovino couldn't help but let out a small gasp. He could practically feel the energy roll off her in powerful waves. Even though this woman had saved him from be sent to the black burning and the Black Plains- whatever the hell (probably the worst word to use in this situation at this point in time) those things were- Lovino still had enough sense to be afraid of her.
He felt his body tense as she approached him. The woman's touch made him shiver as her hands traced up his bare arms. Though her touch was initially cool, those soft pads seemed to leave scorch marks in their wake as well. Lovino felt her hands move from his arms to his light brown locks, ruffling it in an affectionate manner. While doing this the woman had locked eyes with the Italian teen, yet as he looked back at her he seemed to only return a blank stare.
Then the woman spoke; her tone was heavy and her pitch was raw. She grew tired of staring into those dull eyes the moment she saw the saw them. "Claim your birthright."
A spark ignited and a black aura surrounded his figure. Blinking, he watched as vivid black flames dance along his skin. For a split second he felt the need to pat himself down, but Lovino released that they weren't burning him at all.
'They're warm,' the Italian thought while wrapping his arms around his midsection. He felt as if he had been enveloped in a soothing heat, which is something he hadn't felt in a very long time.
"The Artemis..." Lovino looks over to see Leviathan staring at him in utter astonishment. 'Artemis? The hell? Artemis what?'
Turning his attention towards the woman, he looks at her for answers. She begins, "Lovino, you were given a gift, the Artemis Flames. There are only two other demons alive that can use these, including myself. That makes you greater than every single prince, count, duke and marquis that resides in Hell."
He questions, taking a quick glance at the gatekeeper, "I don't have to go to the Black, um, Black..."
The woman shouts, "No!" She quickly regains her composure and said cooly, "Your afterlife is not to be spent being tortured in the Black Plains. Your life in the world of the living wasn't ill-lived." She stares at Leviathan, who grimaced in return. "Most of the time those who are sent to there are terrorists, serial rapists, fundamentals, mass murderers, child molesters, and all the things just alike. When they arrive they are burned by silver flames down to the bone, tortured and eventually die to be eaten by the beasts that roam those plains."
Lovino's gaze drops down to the ground as he runs his thoughts through the information she just gave him. He could have ended up down there, deeper than the hell that he was already in. The Italian hugs himself tighter. In all honesty, Lovino knew that he wasn't the best kid growing up. Rebelling against his parents, having a dirty mouth with a bad attitude to match, resenting his brother a little for his achievements and such- Hell, he killed a man not that many hours ago!
The woman notices the rather pitiful look on his face, lightly patting him on the head, extinguishing his flames. "Now, now, little brother, you were given a great gift despite what you did in the world of the living and are destined for greatness."
"Brother?"
"From now on I'm taking you in as my little brother." The tone in her voice flattens as seriousness steps in. "Remember, this is Hell. A powerful demon, untrained, is vulnerable to those who are able to use the red flames from the lake."
Pulling out her own silver key, the woman walks over to black gothic gates. She motions Lovino to follow and begins to unlock Hell's Gates.
"Oh, name's Luci. I'm kind of your older sister now. You have a big brother, a grey wiccan/ witch, I took in a couple decades ago. That cheeky rabbit is the other person with the Artemis Flames."
But Lovino wasn't completely convinced. He could see that there was something else hidden behind that smile of her's. "Just who are, Luci?"
Sighing, she said, "To my few friends and little family, I'm Luci, but to them I am Lucifer, the mighty demon king." Luci pushed open the gates to reveal a whole new world to the Italian.
"Welcome to Hell, little brother."
A/N: And the first chapter of "The Not So Damned" is up! I did so much typing this week and those perverted Freshman were giving me hell (Internship: student teacher). Also this is not an Ai No Exorcist Crossover- I'm just using the tail thing and the occasional playful, perverted pop ups of Mephisto.
But still... *tears streaming down my face* No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!
Calciver: Oh for Hell's sake-
Shira: You know how she gets when something happens to a character she really likes . Plus, I kind of have to agree with her cause the last episode of K was really rough and Mikoto's my favorite character (second for Tainted Halo). *bloats eyes w/ tissue*
Calciver: *rolls eyes* She's like a female version of Yata- just shorter.
Luci (out of nowhere): If she's Misaki, then who's her Saruhiko? *fails to notice flaming red aura*
Me: *Starts swinging a baseball bat w/ the HOMRA symbol* Die!