A/N: So, first off, an apology for all forgotten and on hiatus stories and the fact that I always seem to be posting more but trust me, I have a whole bunch of other unfinished ones that aren't up here so I'm not just posting everything I write. Anywho, the only reason that this is even getting posted in because of my roommate who loves Hetalia and Supernatural and will probably goad me into finishing this so this story is a pretty safe bet if you ever want to read a completed work of mine. So yeah, here this is. Please tell me what you think in a review because the more reviews I see the more I see that people like this story and the harder I work to get a story cranked out. Thanks and enjoy!

The Devil in Red…White and Blue

"Burn it."

"…Ex-excuse me-"

The soldier was caught short in his question by the touch of cool, sharpened steel against his neck. The blade swung true and his head fell to the floor before the muscles in his body could realize its disappearance and grow lax. Eventually the body fell to the ground in a bloody heap.

"Here," the brunette called, holding out a torch to a stunned subordinate. The officer ripped his gaze from his captian's severed head and onto the man in front of him. He was unsure of his rank but he was clearly above the man he had just decapitated and therefore, above him. With a shaky arm he reached out his hand to take the burning wood from the man. His eyes flickered in the light of the flames, briefly turning black for a second.

"Set fire to those slums," he ordered, directing the young officer with his finger. The building was poorly constructed, evidence of the destitute neighborhood they were in. The walls were made of mixture of mud and straw, the roof completely composed of thickets of thatch. The whole house would be ablaze in a matter of minutes.

With a last sidelong glance at his once, respected captain, his mouth open and eyes still wide as a scarlet pool painted the tips of his amber locks, the officer walked to the abode. His steps were slow and his arm shook the torch, casting shadows about the narrow street. When he found himself face to face with the wall, he extended his arm. The flames seemed to leap from the torch and onto the wall with little effort and he could only watch as the black night sky grew brighter under a burning orange glow.

And as if bound by some hellish intention, the wind picked up. Burning embers sprung to life and were carried by the breeze to the neighboring roofs where they in turn created new fires. The blaze continued to spread in a similar fashion until the night sky became so bright it could be confused for the day. The only sound that could be heard amongst the roar of the flames were the desperate cries of people being burned alive.

"Forward, on to the next section."

The soldier turned to face the strapping brunette. His hair fell in a messy cascade above his hazel eyes, flickers of orange and red dancing in the dark orbs.

"Next section?" Another member of the garrison asked.

"Yes, Rome will be alit tonight," the man answered, a grin on his face.

And Rome burned for six days and six nights, the glow reaching so far that cities miles away were awed at the sight. Rumors flew and whispers of a foul plot grew heavy in the air. The citizens of the Empire spoke of the young, new, and eccentric Emperor and how his desire for a new stage fit for a God could finally be made now that half the city lay in ashes. Some mentioned how he fiddled as the city burned and lastly, hushed talk of garrison setting out to set the capital ablaze was amongst the claims. However, none would come to learn of the true cause of the fire; at least no humans.

This world is far more complicated and complex than mere mortals are led to believe. Out of ignorance or fear, they fool themselves into believing they are the only sentient creatures on this Earth. Monsters of the night are mere myths and superstitious nonsense. They are used to instill morals or frighten children into good behavior and little else. But these stories are born from truth. The monsters of the dark, do indeed, exist. But, as stated previously, humans are unaware and as such, could never imagine the truth behind the burning of Rome.

The truth of this tragedy lies with the existence of nations. Nations are not merely plots of land controlled under a ruling human population but rather individual entities that represent their people, good and ill, vice and virtue. And on that particular July, 18th a nation found himself subjugated to a dark and evil power. The newest religion of the time, one that believed in merely one God, referred to this evil as demons.

After the devastation had been wrought and the foul beast satisfied, thus leaving its host, the King of Hell called for his minions. The tragedy of the fire was truly a remarkable feat, one any demon could be proud of, but the King was not pleased. He realized that in an attempt to establish power and take it, such acts would only continue and intensify and possibly lead to the end of the human race. That was a task set aside for Lucifer himself and only Lucifer. And what would demons do in the meantime if all of humanity was wiped from the Earth anyhow? Therefore, after that day, demons were never permitted to possess a nation ever again.

However, being a demon means that rules are made to be broken.


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