WARNING: To anyone who is super religious - you may be offended by this story. I make fun of God, Satan, the devil, lawyers, etc. If you are uncomfortable with this, don't read it (there is a reason we have eyelids:) However, I'd love it if you did read it; if you survived Hetalia, you will most likely enjoy my humor once I get into the swing of things
Chapter 1
Arthur dropped silently to the ground, white wings fluttering delicately to keep his balance. Just ahead of him, the soul of a little boy stood waiting for him. His memories had already been taken to heaven – it was Arthur's job to escort the boy's soul.
"Come now, little one." Arthur said soothingly. "I'll bring you to your new home. Heaven is quite lovely…" he took the boy's quivering hand in his own.
And then he paused, sensing an unusual presence just behind him. Turning around to look over his shoulder, he was confronted with lengthening shadows of an alleyway.
Spotting the deception early on, Arthur quickly placed an enchantment on himself and the boy's soul so he wouldn't be frightened – this was demon magic.
"Ah, you're no fun." A warm voice swayed into the smoky form of a man. "You're already disintegrating my illusions?"
Arthur was staring a demon in the face.
And the demon's eyes reflected the most beautiful soul he had ever seen.
"Would you quit gawking, Mr. Angel?" the demon purred. "We are supposed to be mortal enemies…"
Arthur quickly shut his mouth, anger spiking. But then he quickly calmed himself – he would not be made a fool in front of a demon.
"Go home, demon." Arthur stated, clutching the boy tighter to him. "This boy's soul is destined for heaven."
"I know." The man purred, slipping from one shadow to the next. "It's not his soul that I would be worrying about…"
Arthur's eyes widened considerably, and his wings spread apart in preparation for takeoff.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that." The voice from the shadows whispered seductively, spiritual energy throbbing as his magic strengthened.
Suddenly, Arthur was alone, in a cage.
"This is better. Isn't it?" The demon stepped forward, revealing himself in the light. The man was dressed entirely in black, and a smoky aura of blue surrounded him. In the dimmed lighting, his face was revealed to be frighteningly smooth, tanned skin glowing eerily. Contrasting his beautiful skin, ruggedly golden hair framed a pair of cyan eyes glittered at Arthur. "Isn't it?" he pressed.
Arthur narrowed his eyes at the man with the blue aura, confused as to why his magic wasn't working. Ordinarily, it would have easily disintegrated any illusion made by a demon.
So this man wasn't a demon then…or maybe he was just part demon? What is he? He was too beautiful to be a demon; his soul was too pure. If anything, he seemed to be an angel…
Arthur shook his head. "This is against the rules – you know you'll be destroyed for holding an angel captive."
"I just have one question." The demon with the blue aura stepped forward, not at all fazed by the angel's threat. "Is it possible to have your memories stolen?"
What an odd question… Arthur thought.
"No." Arthur stated nervously. "When someone dies their memories go to either heaven or hell to await the soul."
"Then why-?" the demon cut himself off. "Never mind. You can leave now. I brought that boy's soul to heaven already."
"Wait, what?" Arthur sputtered. "Demon's can't enter heaven!"
"I just dropped him off at the gate." The demon said coldly, turning his back.
I never even saw him leave…Arthur was frozen in place, entranced by the strange demon.
Is that man an angel or a demon? Arthur found himself asking the same question again. And what was that power he was using on me?
"Do you need something?" The demon turned back around, glaring. "You haven't left yet."
"No…" Arthur stuttered. "Wait, actually. What's your name?"
"Alfred." The demon grinned, giving an elegant bow. "And you are…?"
"Arthur."
"Well, thank you Arthur. Now leave. You're creeping me out." Alfred turned his back.
Did a demon actually just thank me? Arthur was in shock. What a strange one this is….
"I guess I'll see you around…" Arthur muttered spontaneously. "I hope we meet again, Alfred."
Alfred chuckled over his shoulder. "Be careful what you wish for, Arthur." The demon purred, flashing a toothy smile.
Arthur shook his head to clear the muddled thoughts he had. When he opened his eyes again, the demon was gone.
But was he really a demon?
Author's Note: Hahahaha...I've already written a few chapters (more like outlines really) and I'm having so much fun writing this story. Fear not: there actually is a plot. IF ANY OF YOU GUYS HAVE AWESOME FAMOUS LAST SAYINGS OR JOKES OR WHATEVER, I'd love it if you shared them with me! Please review and let me know what you think! I love getting feedback on how I can improve and move the story to your taste~
