His Assassin

The air was cold and the moon was casting its odd white glow on the earth. The village below was quiet and dark and stood two miles away from a mansion beside it. A few feet away from the village sat a lake that glittered in the moonlight; beside that stood a hill that was cat in shadow and moon. On that hill stood a woman who looked to be in her twenties; she had long blonde hair that fell to her waist, blue green eyes. She wore a Tudor styled dress, of which the front part of the skirt was taken away like a mullet dress, and she wore a dark shawl to keep herself warm. She stood facing the village, her arms crossed over her chest. She was waiting. Waiting and watching...waiting for her latest prey to show up. She had to kill this person tonight. She needed the money or she'd starve.

Her name was Lady Asphodel Styx. Her father had been of Greek royalty and her mother was an English woman. A commoner, as her grandmother had called her. But her father had ignored their insults and married her anyway. Two years later, Asphodel was born. But four years later, her father had walked out on them after he had been having a three months affair with another woman. Soon, when Asphodel was fourteen, her mother had been killed by a sorcerer called Narcissus Draycott. Asphodel was soon rescued by her aunt, Ophelia Darkthorn. She had taught Asphodel about the world of magic, helped her with her Adept magic and soon Asphodel had moved out of her aunt's home and moved to a town, north of England and had taken the name: Lady Asphodel Styx. Asphodel's Adept magic and skills had greatly improved over years and she had gotten her vengeance on the sorcerer that had killed her mother. Soon, Asphodel had become an assassin and the money she had received from her jobs and helped her with her debts.

Asphodel could feel the tips of her blades press slightly into her skin. She was getting slightly impatiently waiting. She needed to kill this man or she'd have to wait another day to get her money. It was what she waited for when she was assigned on a mission. The adrenaline she felt when she chased after her prey, sometimes they got surprised when they felt the cold steel of her knife against their skin, sometimes they saw her and tried to run. She always hunted them down. Her Aunt Ophelia had taught her never to give up, no matter the situation. And feeling the thrill after killing them, her reward was their blood on her blades, sometimes her hands, her face and clothes...that had once took some explaining when a parade of palace guards had passed by.

A carriage came along the road by the lake. It turned and took the road leading down to the village. Asphodel picked up her dress and ran down the hill towards the village. She saw a fence in her way; she reached out, grabbed the top of the fence and flipped over it. She landed cat-like on the ground. Standing up straight, she carried on until she got near the village. She slowed her pace and doing her best to hide, watched as the carriage came to a stop by a small pub. The corridor fumbled with the reins and jumped down from his seat. As he went to open the door of the carriage, the door flung open nearly smacking the drive in the face. A portly man with dark hair and sunken skin stepped out.

"Bloody idiot!" the man growled. A woman stepped out. She had short red hair and wore an eye glass on her right eye. She placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear that made him back off. They both walked off and Asphodel followed. Inside the pub, a few people sat at the tables, talking or stared absent-mindedly around the room. She glanced over and saw the portly man and the red-headed woman sitting down at the table by the window with their drinks. Asphodel went to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. She paid with the money she had and sat at the bar in view of her target she was after. The door opened and a man with a tightly cropped beard and a broad chest entered. He ordered a glass of water and sat down a few seats away from Asphodel. The red haired woman whispered to the man, left her seat and disappeared in a back room.

This was her chance! Asphodel stood from her seat and walked over to the portly man. She sat down beside him, smiling sweetly.

"Hello, Seth."

The man called Seth choked on his drink. "A-Asphodel, what are you doing around these parts?"

"Business as usual, I don't take business and pleasure with me. So, who's the tart?"

Seth looked offended. "She is my fiancée. Is that a problem?"

Asphodel chuckled. "No, I don't. I'm just curious."

"I suppose you thought she was a night walker?" Seth asked, coldly. Asphodel shrugged. Seth scoffed. "Well, she doesn't care about the money I have. But I suppose you care about where money comes from, Lady Asphodel. I suppose you choose your clients very carefully."

"Money only is important to me when it is coming from my boss."

"Really, and are you on duty now?"

Asphodel smiled widely. "Of course, now if you'll excuse me." And with that she slipped a dagger out of her sleeve, leaned forward and slid the dagger across Seth's throat before she had time to react. He choked a few times, his head then slumped forward, his chin resting on his chest and he slouched a little in his seat. Satisfied, she wiped the dagger across Seth's suit, slipped the dagger tack into her sleeve and walked back to the bar. She took a final sip from her drink and left the pub.

The night air was still cold and she wrapped the shawl around her a little tighter to keep warm and hurried off out of the village. As she came along the road, a hand suddenly, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. She yelped as she was pulled and hit the ground. As she regained herself, she looked up at her attacker. It was the man from the pub...and she knew who he was.

"What gives you the right to manhandle me, Vengeous?" she snarled.

"Every right. Why are you even here, Asphodel?"

"It's called, my job, Vengeous. Deal with it. I need the money."

"Asphodel, please. These people are mortals. They sometimes do worse thing than we sorcerers. I don't want you getting caught."

"I'm an assassin, Baron. I'll kill them before it's too late. You should know I killed that vampire for you."

"That's not the point. Anyway, who was the man who told you to kill Seth Vanguard?"

"What's it to you?" Asphodel screeched, getting to her feet.

"Asphodel." Vengeous growled.

The blonde Adept growled. "I never caught his name, okay? Sometimes they don't give out their names."

"Asphodel," Vengeous said, his tone becoming soft. "I just want you safe."

The girl could feel her heart soften at his words." I know you do." She placed a hand on the older man's cheek. They leaned in and kissed. This was the first time they had seen each other in two years. Asphodel had been called on four assignments and Vengeous had been working for Mevolent on something secret of which she had understood as she sometimes she had to keep her mission secret. The baron drew back from the kiss and brushed Asphodel's hair from her face. She smiled.

"So, why aren't you with Serpine at this time?"

"Day off. I can't stand to be with that idiot. Be glad I'm taking it. It's been a while, Asphodel; I want to catch up with you after this long time apart."

"I know. I might have to leave in the morning."

Vengeous frowned. "Why?"

"To get paid, of course, I'm not doing this assassin job for free." She then noticed the naughty look on the Baron's face. "You can come with me if you want?"

She smiled as a look of surprise and relief came onto her fiancé's face. "Well, thank the Dark Gods for that." And he leaned to kiss her forehead but noticed how stiff Asphodel had been. "What is it?"

"Nothing." She mumbled.

Vengeous sighed. "It's because I brought up the Faceless Ones, didn't I?"

Asphodel sighed, trying not to lose herself in his baritone voice. "Well, it's not like I don't approve – because I don't! – it's just...do you have to make them come here?"

"Yes, so that the heathens will see that they, along with us, will prosper."

"And am I a heathen because I don't worship them?"

"They will never harm you. I'll plea with them to make sure they spare your life."

Asphodel sighed. She knew that arguing with The Baron was no good; they never got anywhere because it was always the same things. He would say this and she would say that and then it would be just giving up. She didn't approve of his religion choices but she had no right to judge, it was his decision to worship these blood-thirsty gods. She had read up on books about the Faceless Ones and she still recoiled at the thought of the things she read.

"Come on, my dear. Let's go home." He said, holding out his arm for her. She took it and together they walked away from the village, before all hell broke loose.

Twenty years later...

Asphodel was pissed; more pissed than she had been in a lifetime! She had to miss her honeymoon...their honeymoon. A war had started! It had gone on for far too long and Asphodel was tired of it, ruining her marriage with the Baron. She had done nothing but fight, again and again. Mevolent had used her as a pawn in his war to cut down his enemies. She thought it was his own way to keep her and Vengeous apart, but it never worked. Asphodel was quick with her work as an assassin had to be and she would hurry off to find Vengeous...and then she would find herself being stuck in another fight with the enemy.

Now, Asphodel was walking across a large plain, heading towards Serpine's castle. Suddenly, two sorcerers – male and female – stepped out and faced her. She moved, flying towards them, her dress, rippling in the velocity of her speed. The male was an Adept; he changed himself into a lion and bounded to meet her. She dodged, slamming a fist into the lion's side. The beast roared and fell back. The female clicked her fingers and summoned a spark of flame. Asphodel hated Elementals. She never liked facing them. With Adepts, you could quickly come up with a plan to counter act their ability but with Elementals it was difficult to tell because you never knew how advanced they were. She leaped back into the air as the female threw her fireball. Landing behind the Adept sorcerer, she slipped out her daggers and threw one out towards the Elemental and thrusting it into the Adept's chest but the lion caught the dagger with its teeth. It growled and bit down hard, breaking the blade. Asphodel gasped and recoiled but was blasted further back by a gust of air. She tumbled to the ground. Looking around, she saw the lion changing, its fur turning black, paws becoming hooves. The shaggy mane vanishing and became sleek and sharp horns protruded from the head. A bull! Asphodel swore in Greek and conjured up the knife that she had lost. With her will, the blade elongated into a sword's blade, sharp to the touch. The bull roared and charged. Asphodel took her stance, aimed and thrust the blade though the bull's head, narrowly missing the horns. The bull let out a final cry and fell. Asphodel quickly withdrew the blade as the Elemental flew towards her. Asphodel flipped over her and landed on the bull's corpse. It was slowly changing back to its human form. Asphodel took off at a run and jumped on the sorcerer's back. The woman tossed about, trying to throw her off and trying to miss the blade that was coming for her and Asphodel was trying to get a good aim. She hated messy jobs but sometimes it was just the ticket. Asphodel tightened her grip on the girl and stuck down, piercing her in the neck. The Elemental screamed and yelled as Asphodel pulled out the blade and slit her throat. The two fell on the ground and Asphodel came back up, her adrenaline pumping once again.

Now, she had to meet her husband. She turned and left the battlefield. The castle loomed over her as she got closer. A bunch of Hollow Men were skulking round the entrance. She did her best to avoid them. Why Serpine liked having them around, she never knew! She could remember the last time she had been here. Serpine had given her many assassinations. She did as she was asked but when she had received more Vengeous flew into one of his tempers and nearly started a fight until Mevolent broke them apart and Asphodel tugged him away but ended up sticking one of her daggers through his hand to make him learn his lesson.

She walked though the hallways until she nearly bumped into China Sorrows.

"Lady Asphodel, why the hurry?" she asked, sweetly.

Asphodel could tell that she was trying to use her little 'love charm' on her but with Asphodel's iron like will, it never seemed to work, but when it came to her husband, she became protective and it sometimes cost her.

"Where's the Baron?"

China giggled. "He's with Serpine in the dining room, deciding on the next plan of attack."

Asphodel nodded and hurried off to the dining room. She pushed open the door to find both Vengeous and Serpine hunched over a map that lay on the table. She looked over at the top of the table to see Mevolent, sitting in his seat, lazily looking around them room. She tried her best not to make eye contact with him. As she walked further into the room, Vengeous looked up and smiled.

"Glad, you could make it, Asphodel." He said. She smiled sweetly and she walked around the table to meet him. They kissed and he brushed a hand through her hair, fondly.

"Get a room, will you?" Serpine gagged.

They both gave him a sour look. As Vengeous turned to look at her, his face hardened.

"What happened?" he growled.

"W-what?" she asked.

"That scratch, what happened?"

She felt around on her face until she felt something warm. She pulled away to reveal blood on her fingers. "Oh, an Adept decided to turn into a bull and attack me. I thought he missed me!"

"Obviously, he didn't." Vengeous growled. "What did you to him?"

"I killed him and an Elemental. It was quick work as always."

The Baron smiled and held her close before returning back to the plans laid before them.

Near about the end of the war...

Lady Asphodel woke up at the sound an explosion. The room was dimly with blood red candles. She looked over to ask Vengeous what was going on but found that he was missing. She looked round to find that he wasn't in the room. As she pulled on her clothes, the door to the room opened and Murder Rose entered.

"Thought you ought to know, Asphodel!" she panted. "The Baron's been taken."

"Taken? Where?"

"That skeleton detective, he's got him. Vengeous has been arrested."

Asphodel slipped on her shoes and her daggers and hurried out of the hideout that she had Vengeous had escaped to. Necromancers moved and watched her as she ran at full speed. She burst through the doors and saw to her horror a carriage that contained the Baron was driven away by the skeleton detective. She drew her daggers, her anger flaring, and she ran after the carriage as it moved away. The sorcerers behind her yelled at her to come back but she paid no heed to them. The carriage picked up speed and Asphodel growled and quickened her pace. Something snagged her foot and she fell to the ground. She cried out and her ankle began to hurt. She looked up as the carriage disappeared.

"Vengeous." She breathed. She tried to get up but her ankle screamed at her to stay. What had caused her to fall? She looked round and saw Serpine coming out of the shadows.

"Why did you let Pleasant take him?" she snarled. "Why didn't you stop him?!"

"I can't interfere anymore, Lady Asphodel. I've been joined by a truce. I cannot break it. I will when the time is right."

"And why can't that time be now, Nefarian?" she snapped. "Break it, find Vengeous and free him!"

Nefarian rolled his eyes but helped her to her feet. She hissed from the pain, she then glared up at the necromancer, grabbed hold of him by the collar. Her green-blue eyes meet his emerald ones.

"Don't make me use force, Serpine. It's not your style."

"I thought it was against your oath to kill without order."

Asphodel drew her dagger and held it against his throat. "When it comes to my husband, I can go against my oath. Find someone who will release the Baron." She then moved her dagger away and pushed him away from her. "And when he's released let me know. Otherwise, I'll be digging your grave." She hissed.

Serpine smiled and inclined his head to her to show his understanding.

"Good. I'll see you soon." She said and she moved out the way that she and Vengeous had come by the other day. She was halfway across the land when she heard a familiar voice.

"Asphodel, it's so good to see you, again."

Asphodel turned and saw her brother, Jack the Ripper. Well, half-brother to be exact.

"It's good to see you too, Jacky. How are you?"

"Well, very well. And yourself? I heard from our old Aunt Ophelia that you got married."

"I did but tell me, how come you didn't show up?"

Jack shrugged. "Business as usual. But congratulations nonetheless but she never said to whom?"

Asphodel's heart twisted, but she smiled fondly. "His name is Baron Vengeous."

Jack stared at her. "You what? Baron Vegneous? The Baron Vengeous?"

"Yes, the Baron Vengeous. I married Mevolent's second most trusted general. Why is that so hard for you to get?"

"But Vengeous?!" he exclaimed.

"For goodness sake, Jack, yes!"

"What the bloody hell do you see in him?"

"I saved his life once and he saved mine. He helped me through the pain. I fell in love with the enemy, so what?"

"Asphodel, he worships the Faceless Ones! How can you-?"

"Jack, don't start I don't care if he worships the Faceless Ones, I love Vengeous, end of." She sighed, turned and limped quickly away from her brother but he shadow-walked in front of her. She hated it when he did that.

"Asphodel, please tell me you are not joking."

"Jack, get over it, please. I'm married to him there's nothing you can do to stop our marriage. Now, leave me."

He stared at her for several moments then, in defeat, disappeared in a cloud of shadows, leaving Asphodel alone again.

Years passed by slowly for Asphodel. Her life had taken a slight tumble since her husband and had been taken from her. The assignments that she'd done since then had all been in Vengeous' name and sake. Serpine, her only link to the Baron, had told her that the Baron was locked up in a Russian facility somewhere. At least, she knew that he was safe...but not with her as he should be.

The autumn air played with her hair as she walked along the dark Dublin streets. She was wearing a short Lolita styled military dress and her old shawl was wrapped around her shoulders; her black boots clicking on the pavements as she walked. She winced as the car lights hit her eyes. She felt the cold golden chain that secured her wedding and engagement rings bounce against her chest. She never more them on her finger, she wore them close to her heart. She was afraid of losing them when she got into a fight. She turned a corner and passed a man, who chuckled at her. She froze.

"Life hasn't been kind to you, has it, Asphodel?" the man asked.

She turned to see a man with long blonde hair tied back and gray eyes. He was quite handsome but was dangerous to be around. She smiled. "Drake Loveless! The last time I saw you, you were sleeping with a general in the Franco-Prussian War."

Drake shrugged. "It didn't last long as he had a wife to go back to."

Asphodel titled her head. "I'm sensing a 'but' somewhere in that sentence."

"Well, a while ago, I met a nice, handsome man."

"And how did that one last for?"

He shrugged again. "About three hours. I caught him trying to steal my grandfather's oriental pocket watch. He claimed it cost millions and he wanted to get me the money; so I slit his throat. I'm not selling any of my family's possessions."

Asphodel sighed. "Drake, if you kill anymore guys that you fancy, then there will be none left."

Drake smirked. "Sorry."

They began to walk along the streets, arm in arm. Friends together again.

"So, why are you in this neck of the woods?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, that. I have some news that you may find interesting."

Asphodel looked up, expectantly at him. "And that is?"

Drake smiled, beautifully at her. "Why...your dear Baron, of course."

Asphodel froze in mid-step. "...w-w-what?"

"Baron Vengeous. He's been freed, Asphodel. I saw him. It may have been years since I last him...but I definitely knew that it was him."

Asphodel head reeled from the news that she'd been given Vengeous had been freed...by whom? And how? Why had it taken this long for her to find out? Asphodel had to find him. She withdrew her arm from Drake's, kissed him on the cheek and hurried off along the roadside to find her Baron. She dodged a few people that passed her. A few drunken yobbos's hollered at her as she ran but she ignored them. As she turned, she saw the Baron, walking along the opposite side of the road, talking to a pale man. She ducked into an alleyway and watched them as they talked. Drake had been right. True, the Baron had aged a little but he still looked the same as he had since the fight between him and that detective. Her heart began to beat again, as she stared at her husband just like when they had first met. It wasn't long before the two parted and Vengeous began to walk away. Asphodel hurried across the road and sped up. As she drew near, she bounded and leaped on him. But before she could say anything, she was flipped and landed hard on the pavement. She yelled out in pain. Vengeous circled her and pinned his knee to her chest. He stopped, realising mistake and who she was. Asphodel smiled and pointed a shaking finger at him.

"Okay...that may have hurt a little." She groaned.

"Asphodel?"

"Hi, Baron." She smiled, weakly.

"Asphodel, my gods, if I knew it was you," He said, helping her sit up, slowly. "I wouldn't have done it."

"It's okay. Though I should probably be used to it from the bedroom." She joked.

A small snigger escaped their lips. The moment softened as they stared at one another. A strong hand brushed at her hair gently.

"I've missed you so much, Asphodel." He said, softly.

She couldn't but blush and tear up at his words. It had been a long time since she had heard sweet nothings from his lips. And I've missed you, my dear Baron."

"Good to know." The Baron said. Gently, he took hold of her hands and pulled her to her feet. After checking that she had no scratches and was fine, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they began to walk down the street, staying in the shadows.

"Are you still an assassin?"

"Yeah, some of my assassinations have been for you, though."

"You didn't have to do that for me, my lady."

"Too late, Baron, it's done and..."

"And what?"

She bit her lip, wondering how to put this and how he would react as she had been against the idea before she had married him and became his lover. She sighed. "I changed myself, Baron."

"What, how?"

"I...I...I converted, Vengeous. Serpine helped me as I asked him to."

The Baron's eyes narrowed. "What did he help you with? What did he do?"

"I...I am now part of the worship of the Faceless Ones. I...saw the light, as the saying goes."

They stopped and Vengeous stared at her. She looked at him, nervous about his reaction. After a few minutes of stunned silence, he smiled at her. She could feel herself blushing at her husband's smile. He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

"Well done, my lady. You did the right thing. And welcome to the dark side."

She giggled at his little joke. She took his hand and they carried on walking along in the dark streets until they came to a deserted park and settled under a gazebo, just as the rain started. They watched the rain came down, their hands entwined.

"So," Vengeous said, breaking the silence. "Who told you I was back in the country?"

"Drake Loveless." She replied.

"What, that little homo who controls symbols like China Sorrows?"

Asphodel scoffed. "Could you be a little more sensitive? Times have changed now. It's accepted more now."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it's great. The world's changed a lot, Vengeous."

"It has." Vengeous mumbled. "So, Serpine helped you become one of us?"

Asphodel raised an eyebrow at him. "I've always been one of you."

Vengeous rolled his eyes, used to his wife's sarcasm. "So, you became a disciple of the Dark Gods then?" At her nod, he carried on. "I'll have to thank him for that even thought he was a bloody idiot."

"You'll have a job, Vengeous. He's dead."

"He's what?"

"Skulduggery Pleasant killed him last year. I think it was the Sceptre of the Ancients that did it." She explained.

Vengeous sighed. "Good grief. So, what made you change your mind?"

"I think it was when you'd been arrested. My head was all over the place, I didn't know what to do. I needed something to guide me, to get my head round it all. Then it dawned on me and I reached for a salvation. After many months of learning the rituals, the stories, prayers, I prayed every night for the Dark Gods to release you." She then looked up at him. "And here you are."

Vengeous leaned in and pressed a kiss on his wife's cheek, making her giggle. He moved behind her, his hands on her shoulders and together they looked out at the rain soaked park. Soon, the Baron broke the silence again.

"Asphodel, I must tell you that you cannot be involved with this mission."

She looked round at him. "What do you mean?"

"My dear, I'm afraid you must not become involved. I don't want to risk your safety. After all, the skeleton and his new partner will be on my tail as well as the other Sanctuary officials. I don't want them getting to you."

"But what if you—?"

"Don't think about it." Vengeous said, before pressing another kiss on Asphodel's head. "Once our Dark Gods come through, you won't have to worry anymore. We will rule with them."

Asphodel listened to her husband's words and stared out at the rain. She knew that he was right in one way but she didn't want to leave him as he had just come back into her life from a long period of time. Anything could happen to him and she wouldn't even know about it. "Very well. If that's what you want."

Vengeous smiled and held her close to his chest. She knew that it would be a while until she next saw him so she took in his presence for as long as she could.

A lunar eclipse was fast approaching; Asphodel could sense it in the air. She heard a shriek in the air and a snarl of triumph and a hunt signalled to be over. She stared out from a rooftop and watched as the mortals walked round enjoying their daily lives. They had no idea of what was about to happen. Asphodel felt her spirits lift as her head filled with images of carnage and the Dark Gods bringing hell to the heathens and her and Vengeous stood side by side, watching the earth fall apart at the seams. She looked round as she heard an odd alien shriek. It seemed to be coming from a mile away. She took a few steps close to the parapet and leaped down, landing cat-like on the ground. She straightened up and hurried on towards the street and came towards on old abandoned hospital. She noticed tire tracks and footsteps going through the woodland area of the hospital. She followed them and saw a clearing like a park and saw it to be deserted she could hear voices far ahead and treaded carefully. In the clearing she saw a huge giant like body wrapped in bandages, black blood seeped onto the ground and long its loin cloth. It was the Grotesquery. What was it doing lying dead? Where was Vengeous? She looked round and saw to her horror...

The body of Vengeous. She ran over towards him, hoping that he would be unconscious. But he wasn't. As she neared, she let a sob and her eyes took in the crushed head of her husband. She knelt down at his side.

"Baron!" she breathed. "Please...you can't...don't you dare leave me! You can't do this! Come back!"

No reply came. He laid there, an empty shell. She had lost him...again. Waiting for his release and then saw him for only a night and then he was gone from her again. It wasn't fair!

She buried her face into his chest. "You..." she sobbed. "Were a good man; evil or not. You were still a good man. That's what I loved most about you." She sniffed and let her grip loosen on the black clothes he wore. She looked at his neck and then over at the Grotesquery...the penny dropped. It had been that thing's fault. That creature was the cause of all of this. Bringing back the Dark Gods, what a laugh! Like she'd known for years, they left nothing but chaos and destruction in their wake! What had she been thinking?! 'Seeing the light', indeed! She was an idiot! She looked down at her husband's hand and saw no ring. She felt around in his uniform and pulled something out. His wedding ring. She clasped it in her hand. She then heard voices and knew that she had to get out. Kissing Vengeous' hand, she stood up and fled from the scene.

Tears ran down her cheeks, obscuring her vision as she ran from the hospital. She didn't care if she was spotted, stopped or held against her will; she wanted out! As she neared an empty alleyway, she collapsed in a heap and began to sob into her hands. But she wasn't just crying out of loss or sadness, she was crying because of anger. The Grotesquery had her Vengeous. Asphodel should have destroyed that...that thing from the start! It was part of the Faceless Ones had to be destroyed. Along with the worshippers. Everything that was to do with the Faceless ones had to be destroyed.

And that's exactly what she was going to do!

A/N:

Hello, guys and welcome to my first SkulPles fanfic! Now, I wrote this I think four or five years ago, but I never got round to actually writing it up on my laptop. I finally managed to get round to writing this up after I posted up a Skulduggery crossover with my most favourite fandom, Hetalia. I posted up a one-shot chapter with a little cameo of my OC, Asphodel when she had to find an Echo stone for Prussia, if you're intrigued go on my profile and look for the story: A Servant to His Nation and it'll be about chapter 30 or 31. It was also a little start up for making me write this up and re-edit it because I read through the old one and I changed a few things but there are some parts that are still from the old one. Also I apologize if Vengeous is a little OOC, sorry.

Anyways, enough rambling. Hope you enjoyed this. Reviews are love :)

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