A/N: Thank you guys for commenting! It really helps me out *nods*. A lot of new thoughts went through my head as I was making this chapter, so be prepared for a lot of stuff. This chapter is a real treat for you guys, so enjoy ;)


"O-oh my f-fucking g-god..." Alfred said with bloodshot eyes, terrified at what he saw.

Arthur was covered in blood, his head was broken; cracked to the point where you could see some brain matter. His eyes were hanging out of his head by two skinny nerves.

It was the most horrible sight Alfred saw in years, possibly in his whole life. "A-A-AHHHHHH!" Alfred screamed, traumatized. He ran down the roof and ran to Arthur's lifeless, horrible mangled body. He picked him up and knew, this time, for sure, that he had gone too far.

Alfred cried. He cried for the rest if the day, not telling any others about this horrible event that happened. He had buried Arthur in his backyard. At night, he went into a corner. He sat there in the fetus position, saying to himself "I killed him, I killed him, I killed him" over and over again, rocking back and forth. He really was a worthless, dumb, American.

Meanwhile, in the afterlife, Arthur was just awakening, in none other than - you guessed it - hell. "What in the bloody hell is this?" Arthur asked getting up and dusting himself off. A lot of dust came off, and he wondered if he had been in there for a long time. He felt his head, and he saw that it had a small crack in it , remembering that something hard had fell on him. Arthur truly was a skeptical person, so he traveled along this place he woke up in, curious as ever.

He found that it was strangely, very red, and it had a very, very foul smell. A smell of - blood? Arthur traveled into a cave, keeping his guard, as he never seen anything like this before. "Where is Alfred?" Arthur asked, surely not knowing that he was the one who killed him, and definitely not knowing that he was in the afterlife, in HELL to say the least. Arthur soon found his self bumping into a big, huge, gigantic figure, with rough, red skin, bright enough to burn a persons eyes. "W-what the..." Arthur said, looking up into the eyes of the giant figure that was none other than The Devil.

"Holy shit!" Arthur exclaimed, getting ready to run away as fast as a cheetah, but the Devil's bellowing voice stopped him in his tracks. "Arthur, come here." The Devil commanded, voice greater than anything you have heard before. "Y-y-yessss?" Arthur said, in complete fear of this horrible being, whom he was told about in his younger years of being a cowardly, devastating entity.

"Arthur, I see that you have been killed by someone." The Devil said. "K-killed? Killed? I was KILLED by someone?" Arthur asked anxiously, in complete fear. "Yes, and you have been killed by a "special" someone, I should say..." The Devil said, obviously having something up his sleeve, as always. Arthur looked in space. He couldn't believe it. Killed by a special someone? "Who was it? Tell me!" Arthur asked, becoming less fearful and more curious.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Absolute?"

"Yess!"

"Well, it was Alfred."

"Oh m-my g-god... A-Alfred? H-he killed me? W-what?!" Arthur said in absolute disbelief. "I know he can play, but I didn't know he took it t-this far, oh g-god..." Arthur almost fainted from the thought of it, but snapped himself back to reality.

The Devil looked at Arthur, pulling an evil smirk on his face, internally laughing at his pain. He was a cynical being you see, and he had seen plenty of this, and to be honest, he didn't care. Not one tiny bit.


A/N: Now this chapter was a real treat. Very informative on what random shit is gonna come. But yeah, did you like the violence? More to come in future chapters. Once again, thanks for the comments!