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Title: Keeper of the Catacombs

Stranger: Eternity, Arthur mused as he picked up a small spider that chanced to venture near, was a bloody long time. He watched the creature, so beautiful and delicate from afar but all gangly, splayed limbs and bulbous body when pressed between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. It tried to bite him, panicking as it sensed its end, and Arthur frowned.

"You're supposed to be deadly," he told the spider, little and black with the infamous red hourglass on its belly, a metaphor for the time it cut short in humans and insects. "Try harder."

Sighing, he stared at its fangs piercing the skin just beneath the claw on his thumb and almost wishing he could feel the sting. Anything would be better than this monotony. Suddenly, his ears twitched up as a sound reached his ears. Something had entered the gloom of the place he was trapped. An animal? It was entirely possible, given that this accursed place had fallen into severe disrepair in the (decades? centuries? He'd lost count) time he'd been here. But no… it didn't sound quadrupedal. An excited smile turned up the corners of a mouth long accustomed to frowning, and Arthur's dimples seemed to crack as they caved in for the first time in many long years. Green light sparked behind his dull viridian eyes, and he stood, the little spider falling away and long forgotten. Eternity was a very long time, and it had been quite some time since a human had ventured here. ((demon!Arthur who is cursed to remain inside a particular place (that place can be up to you). Any characters (including 2p) are welcome but canon males are preferred (especially France, Japan, China, and other variations of England). If you don't decide to respond then thank you for reading and have a lovely day~ :3 ))

You: ((reading, sorry lol))

Stranger: ((No worries~ It's a bit long ^^'))

You: ((This is awesome. Can I be Romano?))

Stranger: ((Sure! I'm glad you like it))

You: ((Yay! Okay lol))

You: Lovino tried hard not to cough but it was becoming increasingly harder to resist the further in he ventured. The Italian tried covering his nose and mouth with his arm but quickly found that the doing so only made it difficult to breath. Swearing, he rubbed at his itching nose and held the light a bit higher and moved aside what may have been a spider web. Hardly any oxygen was easily accessible where he was, which was miles under the city of Rome. Normally, Lovino wouldn't have been caught dead in place like this. So why was he miles under narrow streets beneath the city that he loved? Blame his Nonno who was the one that sparked his fascination of these underground catacombs. And when the opportunity presented itself for him and group of university studies to explore these ruins, he jumped at the chance. Although now, as he grabbed on to the wall so he wouldn't slip on a rock or skull, it could be either, Lovino wished he hadn't wondered so far from the group. Clearly, he'd ventured into parts of the catacombs where the Papacy hadn't kept fancy for tourist. No, this place looked desolate and unexplored for centuries. Apprehensively, though a bit thrilled at his discovery, Lovino walked a tab bit deeper into the former gravesite.

Stranger: ((Oooh catacombs, I like~~))

You: ((Oh great! I had to make sure where they were first lol))

Stranger: ((XD yes setting is indeed important~))

Stranger: A distant swear made Arthur's ears flick even before he saw the orange glow of an approaching torchlight. So it was a human, or seemed to be, if the sounds of its voice and the cadence of its steps were any indication. Ducking into a small, semi-hidden alcove and perching on an earthen shelf there, he peeked around the corner as the human (yes, yes, its shape was human, he could see it now) approached his hiding place, a torch held aloft and its flame's light dancing along the catacomb walls.

He ducked back in; he couldn't let the human see him but he also couldn't let the first company he'd had in decades simply stumble past. So he wouldn't let himself be seen. Not yet. Not till the time was right. Perching back on the shelf that had been long since cleared of human remains, Arthur continued to grin, his tail swishing silently behind him as his green eyes seemed to glow with his excitement. It was only a matter of time.

You: "Merda!" Lovino found himself saying as he almost lost his footing on a patch of earth that was less stable.

It snuck in just a little underneath his body weight and he nearly jumped back to keep from falling. The hole was a tiny; just a small dint in the otherwise rocky landscape, but it was strange enough to draw his attention. He used his flashlight to illuminate the area but found his eyes caught something more fascinating that lined the walls. Catacombs were as famous for their stories and legends as they were for the frescos but this...this was something he'd never seen in any text or heard from his Nonno who enjoyed retelling the stories of their excavations. Normally, the tombs would be littered with biblical stories and pictures of saints and baptisms. Although this could pass for biblical, it wasn't by any means saintly. Lovino took a step back, though not much room was allowed in the tiny space, to get a better view of just what he was looking at.

"Mio Dio..." he mumbled, holding the torch up higher as he took a side step to finish the storyline. The pictures were in desperate need of restoration but he could follow along enough to know someone or something was buried here. Something that...wasn't supposed to get out. Get out? But if this is person was dead then, how...? There was a noise that made him jump, stumbling backwards and hitting the shelves behind him.

"Shit..." Lovino cursed as his only light rolled away from him. It was just a rock; just a rock he reassured himself but that didn't calm his heart beat any. With shaky hands he pushed himself up again and hastily walked to retrieve his flashlight. He was getting the hell out of there before he had a damn heartache.

Stranger: Arthur heard a scuffle and some more cursing nearby. He leaned forward to try and glimpse what the human was doing, the motion causing one of his horns to scrape sharply against the rock above him. Swiftly, he retreated into a still position as the human seemed to give a start and the light from its torch bounced along the wall. How odd that the torch had fallen yet its flame had not extinguished... Arthur froze as the object rolled towards him, its light illuminating the base of his alcove and the earthen wall leading up to the shelf where he perched.

Thinking quickly, he assumed a position not unlike the marble statues that adorned other parts of these catacombs, mouth frozen open in what seemed an eternal snarl, and he held his breath, hoping the human would assume he was merely a statue. It had seemed the person had seen the frescoes, those foul depictions of Arthur's imprisonment within these walls; he'd tried, once, to claw them off the walls, but the paint was stubborn and remained. Perhaps he was merely a sculpted marble relief of the tortured creature that served as the paintings' subject.

Silently, he cast a tiny spell to make his skin and cloak white like stone.

You: Grumbling to himself, Lovino walked with caution considering his lighting lay a few feet away from him. This place, as fascinating as it may have been, was down right creepy. He didn't do creep very well at all. The silence for one was enough to drive him mad had not his footsteps cut through it. Even that made it evidently clear that he was alone...in an underground grave.

Lovino shuddered at the thought as he reached his light and snatched it up before any more rocks could mysteriously fall. He turned on his heels fully prepared to leave until the light flicker and reflected off a human-like form that had the Italian gasp for air once again, rushing backwards and hitting more shelves. Only this time, the fragile rock actually crumbled.

"Ah, damn it!" He shielded himself from the falling pieces, pulling the hood of his jacket overhead to make sure no dust got in his eyes. When the small avalanche was over, Lovino cautiously peered at the marble statue, resting, albeit creepily, within what would have been a tomb as if it were buried. The craftsmanship was downright flawless and, despite everything else around it, the sculpture was surprisingly well preserved.

Lovino swallowed thickly, willing his legs not to shake as he took a step closer to it. His heart was on some pitter-patter non-sense, so much so he could hear it in his ears. But why was he so afraid? It was just a statue, but in the gloomy setting, Lovino could just imagine this thing coming to life. It was so life like after all, he outstretched his head to get a feel when the crumbling sound maybe him draw back in fright.

"Screw it, I'm getting the hell out of here. " He took a step back from the statue. Maybe tomorrow or another day, he'd wonder back but with his nerves as frazzled as they were, Lovino doubted he would be able to think clearly without jumping at every little speck of dust that hit the ground.

Stranger: With neither warning nor sound, Arthur shifted his marble eyes to lock with the human's, and blinked, just once. The fear in the human's eyes was evident, and smelt so sweet to his senses that had not feasted upon human emotion in many a year. Arthur wanted this person to stay; he could practically taste its curiosity hidden beneath the fear. Come on, just a little closer... Test for the truth of your eyes, though your mind may tell itself they are lies. These words Arthur spoke in his own mind, but could not entice the human further than its own curiosity. He hoped the human would not leave, not yet at least. He'd been so very bored, and this spark of entertainment was rare and new.

You: Sighing, Lovino straightened his slouching jacket, fully prepared to leave. But, for some reason, some god forsaken curiosity made him glance once more at the marble figure. His body tensed, from head to toe and if he hadn't been paralyzed, Lovino was sure his knees would have gave way because that thing was looking at him. It wasn't like when he'd seen the Mona Lisa as a child and was afraid because her eyes followed him. No, this was different, very different. Hair-risingly different and sent icy chills down his spine at how real those eyes were. Because, unlike the Mono Lisa whose eyes followed everyone, these eyes seemed be fully focused on his terrified frame that Lovino didn't have the courage to move. Was it doing that before? Looking at him so intently, gazing, damn near peering into his soul. No, he would have turn and ran the moment he noticed if that were true.

Yet there was something familiar about this statue that his mind worked through the numbing fear, he could piece together. Where has he seen this...man? It was hard to say considering he could only see a fraction of his face but maybe it he got a bit closer. Lovino chuckled nervously; finally gain control of hi voice.

"Don't come jumping out at me or a swear to Dio I'll set you on fire." He spoke...to the statue, which was crazy enough in itself. But the Italian reasoned that since no one heard him (or better not have heard him because it was just him and this freakishly staring sculpture), it wasn't that crazy. Instead of moving toward it, Lovino only stretched his neck, if he couldn't figure out by doing this, then screw it.

Stranger: Arthur resisted the urge to laugh at the human's warning, in favor of letting the poor creature continue to think him a statue. He watched it lean forward and crane its neck in an odd way... Did it really think it could see him well from such distance...? He waited until the action would be seen only from the human's periphery, and then blinked, just once and quickly. Let the human mull over whether it'd seen or not.

You: Bravery and Lovino Vargas were never good friends, though one may not have been able to tell judging by the words that tended to come out his mouth. He was all bark and no bite when it came to people and situations that made him want to shit his pants. If the Italian had to pick a moment where he'd much rather be sitting on his couch eating gelato, this would, no doubt, make the top of the list.

He held the flashlight with both hands (his one hand was shaking to much to keep it steady) and scowled because he still couldn't see, even on his tiptoes. Lovino was not, under any circumstances, getting even a centimeter closer to that thing than he already was. Fine, that settled it. He couldn't see so he was going home. He may not have been brave but he wasn't stupid either. The only problem now was figuring out how the hell he was supposed to get out of here. Lovino turned away, looking at the long hall from wince he came.

"Don't suppose you have any ideas?" He asked (rhetorically, mind you) the statue. He heaved a sigh and peered around the room, unconstructively avoiding eye contact. It was then, when he was carefully not looking, that he saw something that drained the color from his face. Any other time, Lovino would have blamed it on a trick of lighting or his vision. But with his mind working faster than his muscles, all the Italian could hear was his little brother's childish voice practically sing to him, 'Blink once for yes and twice for no!'. That was all the reassurance that Lovino needed to breakout in a full-fledged sprint, flashlight forgotten.


A/N: This was my first RP being Romano and I must admit it was so fun! Also, feel free to use these RPs as prompts for stories or ideas. I don't mind at all as most of them don't really have an ending, either because Omegle was being weird or I just lost contact with the other person. Also, if you find one of your RPs in my collections, let me know! It'd be awesome to have some idea of who I've been messaging! XD

-CeCe ^_^