Warnings: This chapter has smut.

Chapter 2

Feliciano had not expected to be chosen for the sacrifice to the Ice God. Nevertheless, when he was brought to the Ice God, Ivan's, dwelling within the mountains, he made sure to stay quiet and behave. He was beyond frightened, and being away from his grandfather and brother was the worst thing the villagers could have done to him even if they didn't mean it.

He was startled from his thoughts when the large man, Ivan, announced they were at his home. "This is where you are to stay, I hope it is to your liking?" he said, almost like a question, while he untied the silk band around Feliciano's eyes. When Feliciano saw the room he was to be staying in, he couldn't help but let his mouth hang open. It looked nothing like a cave dwelling – in fact, it looked extremely lavish and rich. The bed was covered in blue satin sheets with an icy-colored canopy overhead. There was a wooden chest of drawers tucked away in the corner, and a wall covered solely in this glass-looking thing that showed his reflection.

His vow of silence over, he asked, "What is that?" while pointing to the wall.

"Oh, that's a mirror. It shows your reflection, much like looking into a pond. The people of the Village of Beijing created it, and while on my travels before I settled here I procured the method." Ivan explained, giving a small smile. "I assume it is to your liking – so I will begin to prepare the meal. Please, make yourself comfortable. There is a multitude of books in the library down the hall, and canvas and oils as well."

Feliciano nodded, struck by the Ice God's generosity. He didn't seem like the type of God to kill you on the spot if you were impure. As the purple-eyed man made to leave, Feliciano tugged at his sleeve. When he turned around, Feliciano voiced a thought that had been bugging him for a while. "Why is it that you called me 'Felika'?"

At this, Ivan gave a rather large grin. "Because Feliciano is too long to say."

Several hundred miles away, in a dark cavern hidden deep within the Forest of Despair, demons sat around a wooden table, staring into a small golden, hand-held mirror. Within this mirror, there was a watery image of Feliciano and Ivan sitting at a long table, and eating a small meal. One of the demons, a white-haired, red eyed demon known across the Villages as the Demon of Greed, gave a large, toothy grin.

"His new find is rather attractive! I'd love to have him for myself," he said, licking his lips eagerly and staring into the mirror hungrily. The demon next to him, known across the Villages as the Demon of Lust, gave a heavy sigh.

"You'd love to have the world to yourself – he's probably never even heard the word 'sex,' before, he looks so innocent. You'd break the poor human within moments. I, on the other hand, would treat him to a nice surprise… some wine to loosen him up –," he was cut off by a blond haired, green eyed demon hitting him across the shoulder.

"Shut your trap. All you think about is sex. What if he's the one?" he said, large brows furrowing. This demon was known as the Demon of Pride.

Across the table sat a demon who looked a lot like Feliciano, save for his purple eyes and hair that looked to be blood-soaked. This was the most feared Demon across the Villages, known as Wrath. "And if he is? He'd have to be quite strong to hold my soul within him – and quite pure." The Demon of Wrath's current body was deteriorating rapidly, because unlike the other Demons, Wrath could never hold his form for long. None of the forms he held were pure enough – his current one was stolen from the slums of the Village of Rome, and was a distant cousin of Feliciano's.

"No one is as pure as him, I'm sure," said a loud voice. "And I can tell – wasn't I pure enough?!" this Demon was the Demon of Gluttony, and still went by the name of his human form – Alfred. He was one of the only humans of Feliciano's village that was pure enough to live within Ivan's presence without losing his mind.

"Ahn, but he shan't be pure for long – I dislike you, Luciano, so I shall attempt to depurify him!" The lustful demon replied, pointedly looking at said 'Luciano,' the demon of Wrath.

"You, Francis, are a monster – without me, your power would be null – I gave you life." Luciano narrowed his eyes at the blond demon of Lust and slammed his hand on the table, pushing his chair back and getting up. "I am going to retire. If anyone wishes to speak with me, do so later. I am angered and do not wish to break your necks."

Arthur, the demon of Pride, gave Francis another slap, this time to the back of his head. "I told you to shut your trap, filthy incubus. Now you've made him mad – and I wouldn't want to be you tonight."

Francis looked down at his lap. "He's right, you know… without him, none of us would be here today. I only wish he would see that what we say or do is in jest…" he said softly, looking back up at Arthur with his pleading blue eyes. Arthur gave a sigh.

"You're filthy, but I can see where you're coming from. I'll try to calm his fire later on. For now, however – Gilbert, take Alfred, and do a scouting. We need to see if we can take him alive from Ivan – if we make him impure we'd have to wait again for another." Arthur ordered Gilbert, who immediately perked up.

"Can I at least play with him?" he smirked, to which Arthur sighed.

"I suppose so, but be careful. Make him believe it's a dream, if you do. I can't always be there to sew up your arm."

Feliciano and Ivan had both retired to bed, though Feliciano was still awake, thinking about his family. 'I should ask Ivan if he can find a way to let me speak with my grandfather at least…' he thought, giving a little smile. Ivan was nice, he concluded, and thus there shouldn't be a problem. The most that could happen was he could say no.

He was startled from his thoughts by a flashing red glow in the corner of his room, and immediately sat up, bringing the blue satin sheets close to his body. He tried to scoot backwards, but was blocked by a warm chest behind him. "W-what's g-going on..?" he whispered, to which a reply was heard.

"Nothing, pet, you're dreaming."

He shook his head. "This isn't a dream! I'd know if it was a dream!" he said, and was about to call for Ivan when a hand covered his mouth.

"Uh-uh-uh, we can't let you do that," said a cheerful voice, and Feliciano attempted to look up to find the source, only to see bright blue eyes framed by golden hair. "Hiya! I'm dream-boy number one~" he said cheerily, and Feliciano wriggled, trying to escape his surprisingly strong grasp.

"Let me go!" he said, voice muffled by the hand over his mouth. The red in the corner moved forward, and he could see the features of his face, and snowy-white hair. A demon! A demon!

"That's right, Felikins, a demon~ but remember, this isn't real, because if it was – you'd be in a lot of trouble!" the snowy haired demon ran a hand up Feliciano's thigh, and he shuddered involuntarily, jerking when he felt a warm, calloused hand wrap itself around his member. He wished he had his nightgown from his home, because all he had on was the silk slip from the ceremony, and it did nothing to protect him.

He felt a nibble at his ear from behind, and shivered, letting a small noise escape. "Mm, tasty~ I could just eat you up," said the overly-cheerful voice, and Feliciano shook his head, moaning when he felt the hand wrapped around his member begin to move. He'd never felt like this before, and the feeling was pushing him over the edge faster than for any other person.

The red-eyed demon moved forward, forked tongue darting out and licking Feliciano's cheek. "You're right, he is tasty… so sweet~ I wonder what his cum will taste like?" he said seductively, and slowly moved so that his head was in between Feliciano's legs, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. The demon behind him – Feliciano could only assume he was a demon – leaned back so that Feliciano was in a comfortable position, and began to run hands up and down his chest slowly.

The snowy-haired demon wrapped his mouth around Feliciano's member and began to suck, and the blue-eyed demon behind him gave a giggle. "He's so tiny, it's cute!" he said happily, pushing a finger into Feliciano's mouth, and giving a low, seductive chuckle. "Suck, cutie," he ordered, voice dropping several octaves and demeanor suddenly changing from cheerful to demonic. Feliciano complied, scared for his life, and sucked the finger in his mouth, only stopping when he felt the heat, which had pooled in his stomach, finally release itself. His first orgasm was so intense it left him panting, breathless, and nearly passed out.

"Do you think we went too far?" Alfred asked while positioning Feliciano so that it looked like nothing happened. Gilbert, the demon of Greed, shook his head.

"I think not – his innocence wasn't defiled, we have the spell to make him think it was all a dream, our bases are covered." He ran a hand through his hair, licking his lips hungrily. "I almost want another taste, he's so delicious. Thankfully, Francis isn't here or else we might have gone too far…" He shook his head, grinning.

"Well, let's see about an escape route. When we take him with us, we don't want to have to do any hard work!" Alfred said cheerfully, and Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"You're beginning to sound as slothful as Heracles, you need to stop entertaining him so much."

A/N: Hello Hello Hello! This was, of course, the second chapter to Sacrifice. A lot happened, huh? Anyway, I like how it turned out – except for that fail smut, of course. Oh, and Feliciano just had his very first orgasm – yum. And Alfred's demeanor changed because he sort of evoked his alter-self, Allen. :3 anyway see you guys next time!