Second Part of the two chapter update! :D


A man with auburn hair and childish brown eyes walked down a long, black. narrow corridor that was only lit by a few wall torches that were spaced out by about two meters. The scuttle of rat paws echoed in the distance of the tunnel eerily that made the man feel fear bubble up in his chest.. Regardless, the man swallowed his fear and continued down the tunnel. He had to do this. He had to do this for his Fratello.

The Italian man straightened up his form and marched down the hall, his heart pounding nervously against his ribs. The hallway eventually transformed into a big black room that was dimly lit with more torches. In the center of the room, a man with orange hair and red eyes lounged.

The man with blood colored eyes watched as the man walked timidly up to him. Fear surrounded the man as he spoke in a shaky voice. "Are you Dragos?"

Dragos grinned and looked at the Italian cheerfully. "Indeed I am, young boy! And you are Feliciano Vargas, I presume?" Dragos felt amused as he saw Feliciano flinch and back away slightly.

"You know my name?" Feliciano asked and Dragos chuckled.

"Of course I do, my dear boy! You're family is quite the celebrity down here in these parts you know." Dragos inwardly burst out laughing as he saw Feliciano's eyes widen and shock fill his face.

Feliciano shivered and he shook his head as if he wanted to ban his fear. He looked directly into Dragos's red eyes and gulped. "I-I want you t-to grant m-me a w-wish." Feliciano stammered and Dragos raised his eyebrows, a dark, menacing aura surrounding him.

"A wish you say? Why do you little pathetic mortals think that you can just get anything you want by going to the all glorious Dragos-"

"I'll pay you." Feliciano said and Dragos frowned. "I beg your pardon?"

Feliciano swallowed and continued on. "I'll pay you. I'll give you anything you want if you grant me this one wish." Feliciano said and Dragos leaned forward slowly resting his head on the back of one of his hands. "I'm listening…"

Feliciano carried on before terror got the best of him and made him run away. "I want you to grant me this wish: I want you to make my Fratello happy with Antonio." Feliciano said and Dragos leaned back in his chair and rolled his eyes.

"That's it? That's such an easy task that I could complete it in five seconds." Dragos said and he stood up. He grinned devilishly at Feliciano who shuddered.

"Deal it is…" he said and held out his hand. Feliciano looked at it warily like God did before but nonetheless he took his hand. Feliciano felt a flash of pain on his hand and he saw that Dragos cut his hand. Dragos was holding a piece of parchment with black lettering under the dripping blood.

Dragos smiled and looked at him. "So let's get started now, shall we?" Dragos asked and suddenly a small boy with blonde hair and blue eyes burst in. He met Feliciano's brown eyes and he ran towards him.

"NO! FELICIANO, GET AWAY FROM THE DEVIL WHILE YOU CAN, HURRY-" Hadrian's begging was cut off when Dragos raised his hand towards and flicked his wrist. The boy flew backwards making the stone wall break and crumble on top of him. Hadrian's eyes widened and he looked at Feliciano desperately trying to say something, when a giant piece of rock fell on his head, silencing him forever.

Feliciano stared in shock at the scene in front of him. "What? H-Hadrian, how-" Feliciano felt rage fill him as he turned to Dragos, not giving a DAMN that he was the devil. "You killed him!" He screamed at him and Dragos shrugged mildly, as if this occurrence meant little to him.

"So? He was misbehaving so he got punished." Dragos said and lashed out, grabbing hold of Feliciano's throat. Feliciano's eyes widened when he saw Dragos's hand raise with the object still in his hand but then he closed his eyes and he murmured best as he could with a hand wrapped around his throat. "Please be happy with this, my big brother."

Dragos brought down the knife, slamming it into Feliciano's chest, his heart…

Lovino sat down on his bed curled into a ball, silently staring at the wall as beams of moonlight illuminated the room. He was grateful that when he got back to Feliciano's house, Beth, Roderich, and Elizabeta had left him a note saying that they had to get something at the market. At least they didn't have to hear him sob uncontrollably for two hours.

Lovino noticed that Arthur and Mint weren't in his room as they said they would be. Good. He didn't want to hear Arthur sneer at him and say 'I told you so, you git!"

Why did things like this have to happen to him? Why did he have to be an angel and be stuck in the sickening pure white limbo known as heaven for such a long time? Why did Feliciano have to be better than him in everything? Why couldn't Antonio, the only person that he ever loved, not love him back?

Lovino sighed and curled into a tighter ball. Lovino felt slightly light-headed and warm. Maybe he was getting a fever from all his pitiful thinking…

The angel uncurled himself and swung his legs to the side of the bed. Lovino heaved himself to his feet, which for some reason felt like much more of an effort than usual. Lovino began to walk to the door. Feliciano was a doctor, so he could find one of his remedies for a fever…

Suddenly, pain erupted in Lovino's stomach and the Italian let out a gasp. He fell to his knees for the second time that day and he clutched his abdomen. Lovino wondered if his old chimera wounds were reopening when he felt pain rake his shoulder.

The Italian fell onto his side, hitting his head on the wooden floor as blinding pain seared throughout his body. Everything felt too hot. Black spots danced in Lovino's vision as the room seemed to tilt. Everything hurt so much... He was certain he was going to die.

"Antonio…" Lovino murmured and everything went dark…

Sunlight filtered through Lovino's eyelids and he wrinkled his nose in displeasure and turned his head away in annoyance. His head felt sore which was no surprise considering he had hit his head on the floor last night.

Lovino stood up and noticed that he didn't feel pain anywhere on his body. And he wasn't dead. He also felt a little lighter than usual… Strange. It was probably since he didn't eat any dinner last night.

The Italian shrugged and dug through his wardrobe and took out a set of his clothes: A white dress shirt and black trousers. Lovino stripped himself and pulled on his attire and frowned when he realized that his clothed hung on him more loosely. That was really weird, considering he hadn't grown since last year when his brother bought it for him. Speaking of which, where was Feliciano?

Lovino paused then shrugged. He was probably taking a siesta since it appeared to be around noon. Lovino ran a hand absently through his tangled hair and he jumped when he accidentally brushed a sensitive strand of hair. Lovino frowned. Wasn't his curl on the right side* of his head?

Lovino sighed and picked up a comb from his nightstand and turned to one of the mirrors in his room and froze.

Lovino stared at the reflection in the mirror and slowly touched his face. The reflection did the same thing and Lovino paled and screamed madly inside his head. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT'S GOING ON?

Shock coursed through his body, for the face in the reflection was his brothers…


CLIFFHANGER! :D

*Right side from Lovino's perspective~

Edit A/N- I changed this chapter a little bit because I felt a little restless about this chapter for some reason.