A/N: Lets give some sort of history and then cause our Ludwig some kind of Anxiety attack, well, this took a darkish turn. 6600 words? Let's be optimistic! Used an English to Latin translator for the names of the races in the book, and used a text reverser for part of the book. Use the text reverser or Latin to english if you wnat to know what they mean. :p


Plot: in an alternate universe where all of the countries are just angels living on land, and demons rule the underworld, no demon has ever gone into the overworld. Yes, there has been many wars to try and take it from the angels, but it's prohibited for a demon to go into the overworld. The overworld is guarded by impenetrable barriers, and no matter what, that barrier can't be broken. Even so, it's also guarded not just by demons on one side, but by Archangels on the other. Neither side wants the other, and if either go in the other's land, it is punishable by immediate death, or eternal torment, which is worse than death. An angel would have wings cut off and be subject to the worst death imaginable, and a demon would have their horns cut off after it was made visible forcibly, before it'd be grinded down, causing immense pain. The demon would be subject to a pain that no angel would comprehend. This has been law for eternity. No angel has ever had a demon in their world, no demon has ever had an angel in theirs. However, when one of the underworlds highest ranking demons is just too sick of his life, he, for some odd reason, longs to see the overworld. One day, he finally gets that chance when he's picked to be an ambassador for the underworld. He's set to make peace talks with the highest ranking angels of the Overworld, called the "G8", which was a group of the angels that were classed as eight powers. He siezes this chance as soon as he can though. Instead of doing these talks, or meeting them. As soon as he's over the barrier, he runs away from his title. Sadly, he can't forget he's a demon. Even if he wanted them to believe he wasn't a demon, he had wings darker than the night, as if it absorbed all the light, sucking it up and replacing it with nothingness, and of course, those two black horns that sprouted. He was by far, terrifying, but the only good thing about it was he could hide it, and of course, angels hid their wings and halo aswell, as it was bothersome. What happens to this demon as he meets person who takes him in as a brother, hiding it from him, and meets members of the G8 without knowing, and, without knowing, meeting alot of high-ranking angels along the way. What will happen to our demon as he tries to hide who he is? However, it was strange, as demons had never been scared, but he was terrified. He seemed to feel all of the worst emotions, though of course, he wouldn't dare hesitate to kill. This demon didn't just get his title without working for it. He was by far, one of the most feared, well-known demons in the underworld. He was so well known because of how merciless he was, and how sadistically cruel he apparently was. Rumors had always existed about how he'd torture demons to the brink of them begging for death, just to break them apart slowly, and then do unspeakable atrocities to them, but then again, these were just rumors, or were they? This demon seems to be quite strange, but even stranger after he realises what a specific G8 Angel is making him feel, love.. How can a demon deal with love?


Demon!Germany x Angel!Russia | Slight Angel!Italy x Demon!Germany (OneSided) | Angel!France x Angel!England (Established Marriage.)


Names:

Germany = Ludwig

Russia = Ivan Braginski

America = Alfred Jones

England = Arthur Kirkland

France = Francis Bonnefoy

Italy = Feliciano Vargas

Japan = Kiku Honoda

Prussia = Gilbert Beilschmidt

Belarus = Natalia Arlovskaya

Canada = Matthew Williams

China = Yao Wang

Hungary = Elizabeth (Skipping last name for her..)


Warnings: Heavily hinted Anxiety attack, Depictions of violence, Hinted Mental issues, Somewhat Language, thisreallyisteenoraboveforareason


Chapter Eight - Nightmares Return | Ludwig P.O.V


He let out a small sigh as he sipped on the glass of water, nervously glancing around the lavish wooden room. Despite the comforting decor, and the sweet embrace of the soft, blue chair, he couldn't feel like he was welcome here. Arthur had gone into his room upstairs to write down some things, and had told to him to make himself at home whilst he did so, and he'd even managed to smile whilst Arthur spoke to him! However fake the smile was didn't matter, it only mattered that he was able to force a good enough smile onto his tired and worn-out face.

After what seemed like forever, he finally stood up. He'd slowly hobbled to the other side of the room, being careful not to disturb the beautiful placement of the furniture that hugged the large room like a bride wearing her dream dress, walking down the aisle without a care in the world. He eventually made his way to a large, oak bookcase. He carefully scanned the books till he found a title he liked the look of, taking it out, he read the front of it. 'The Holy Wars'. He suddently flinched, looking the book over again. It was a thick, black book, with a gradient white on the top and bottom, but black in the middle. The text was in gold, but still looked faded. He let out a small sigh, he wasn't about to put it back and spend loads of time looking for a slightly intresting book again, so he limped his way back to the lavish blue sofa.

He let out a small huff as he sat on the couch, relaxing as he shuffled backwards, leaning his back onto the sofa comfortably. He held the book out infront of him, breaking the chain as he sat upright once more, putting a small, fluffy, white cushion on his lap before resting the book onto it.

He smiled lightly to himself, as he'd always enjoyed reading, he just never really had too much time for it, as he was always out doing something for his boss, whether it was attending meetings, working into the early hours of the morning, or hunting down demons, it was all the same to him. He always enjoyed the moments he had to really relax and read a good book, and so, he steadied his hands, opening the pages of the books, he read the chapter index, before deciding it was best to just read some of the start, as it was listing up to page 7243, which he knew that he positively didn't have time for. He felt that it was sensible to read the first few pages, just to get an idea of it, and afterwards he could make himself a coffee, or, atleast, try to. Wait. How did he make coffee again..?

He flipped over the first pages, which were just placed in most likely by Francis and Arthur, as they seemed to just be shopping lists or other things, despite how odd it would be to write in a book like that though. He wondered why they'd do that, but didn't think it was too important, so he flipped over them, before reaching an area around the first 503 pages. He'd seen in the index this was the 2nd Chapter, and he enjoyed hopping into a book and trying to figure out what happened in the first chapter, so he saw no problems in the activity. He decided there'd be no harm in reading a small portion of the book, after all, he was curious, and Arthur had told him to make himself feel at home. Surely he wouldn't mind Ludwig couldn't in a forbidden book, what's the worst that could happen, after all?


3rd Person P.O.V | Book


Chapter II

The Half-Races

There was Much deliberation put into the choice of whom would be chosen to have such an honor of attending the grand meeting of the races. After much debate, the leader of each race were the overall winners of the selection. The rules for their meeting was strict, they were able to bring one citizen of their race that held no threat, if they wished to bring them, those were the rules, and so, that is exactly what had occured for each one. The four grand races had finally, after a long period of time, of which the lengh was sadly unrecorded, gathered to the meeting, which was held at the central barrier, which divided the four great regions with such strengh that the greatest falchion, and the strongest blade, could not even cause the slightest scratch. These barriers were truly a beautiful sight to marvel at, but showed how divided they really were.

The grand leaders sat around the collossal table, which beared four sides, each of which had a special theme to fit them. The north side, decorated with a lush theme to fit a gardens aesthetic, had two golden and white chairs, which had a white wing petruding on the outer side of them, making one whole wing from the two chairs. All of the chair was complimented by a halo above both, which seemed to be made out of pure magic, which wasn't too suprising. Infront of the chairs, on the daisy-white coloured table, a gold-rimmed nameplate, with a white, marbled inner box and gold engraving, identifying the race which sat there. Overall, one might have said it looked beautiful. It was all made more amazing with the golden and white egg-shaped trinket, that was embellished with many multi-coloured jewels all over, it was glowing with every gem that was almost sown into the beautiful trinket, compilmenting each one. It was an obviously strong protection trinket, able to make whatever was within its proximity (which was the two chairs and that part of the table), have complete protection from any attacks.

Next, the west side, which seemed to be a more homey-styled one, but also looked quite professional, had a basic silver nameplate, with some gold engraving on it. There was two chairs there, both seemed to have a good amount of space between them, atleast, good space for the table, that was. The two chairs were made out of black leather, and seemed to belong to wealthy businessmen. There was a few small books infront of both, along with some quills and ink. There was also a small white chain with a silver pendant on it, and in the middle, a blue charm, that seemingly radiated a blue glow, there to protect them from any attacks.

The South side was dark, with the table fading to black at their side, there was two chairs, both of them were black and white, and they were identical to the Northern chairs, but the gold was black, and the wings were black too. There was also a horn at the top of each, the theme on the table was bare, but it had some things on it, most notably a jet-black nameplate, with a pure-white inner square in it, and in black-engravement, was the name of their race. There was one black book infront of one of the chairs, with a black quill that faded to white, and some ink besides it. The whole look of it seemed quite off-putting and most notably, threatening almost. There were thorns all over the sides and back of the chairs, leaving only the space where one would sit free of the savage thorns. That side, had two small rings infront of each chair, obviously meant to be put on. The rings were pitch-black. One ring had a large, red gem in it that was cut into a large circle. It glowed with protection power. The second ring had golden engravement all over it, with a huge, microscopic mass of writing in the language of Demonaic.

Finally, on the Eastern side, was a seemingly balanced style. It looked rather peaceful, if anything. There was two chairs, which seemed to be made out of beautiful vines, and coated with flowers around them. There was a book for each of the chairs, and some white quills with ink to write in them. The nameplate seemingly sprouted from the table with beautiful, dove-coloured vines, and one single lilac-coloured rose. The plate itself was pearl-white, and had some golden engravement on it aswell. You could've described it as having a beautifully calming sort of feeling about it. There was a vine between the two chairs, connecting them, and in the midway point of the vines, a giant, grand flower sat, hugging its watermelon and rogue shades of pink that decorated it. It glowed a taffy-pink shade, and was a powerful protection barrier, that would protect the Eastern side of the table and whom sat there from any harm.

When the races had finally entered the grand room and took their seats, it was quite odd to see some of the races chosen attendee's.

On the Northern side of the table, sat the King and Queen of the Angelus race. The king wore a beautiful suit of old, formal white, one which was traditionally worn for grand events, or to signify to a guest that their arrival is greatly respected and appreciated at the same time. The Angelus king had fair skin, with some black, neatly combed hair, that parted into two sides on his face, and above that, was an enchanting halo, that glowed brighter than thought possible for an Angelus, radiating with magical ability. Next to him, was the Angelus's Queen, whom had a tawny-colour hair, that was neatly platted down to her chest, and on her head sat a pearly-white crown, that fit with the ballroom-styled dress, that was a beautiful white colour, bedazzled with beautiful pearly and daisy coloured gemstones. On her head was another halo, though it didn't radiate with as much power, but moreso with dignity and knowlege.

The Western side housed the Humanum race, which was the King and his daughter. The king was dressed in a formal, black and white suit with a black tie. His brown hair was brushed neatly, and he was intently writing into his book, noting down the features of the other races, no doubt, as the Daemonium race and the Angelus race weren't ever usually in meetings with eachother, it was wise for him to note down how they'd act around eachother, but all that was present seemed to be caution, but the Angelus were showing friendliness to them and the others. The daughter, whom had short, chestnut-brown hair with tanned skin that was speckled with freckles around her face. She wore a suit that copied her fathers, but it had a skirt with white tights and a black skirt instead, and wore some black heels instead of her fathers black boots.

The Southern side, occupied by the Daemonium race, housed a man with long, blonde hair, almost like a womans. He had a rough, fairly light skin with glowing blue eyes, and wore a suit of complete black, the only exception out of it was a red tie. The Daemonium king was sat with huge, black horns, and he'd already put on the ring that was engraved with a seemingly endless ammount of Demonaic written into it. His hair showed that he'd put effort into his outfit, but the smile on the Daemonium's face was obviously anything except real, though he was seemingly trying to be polite, but it was unclear at the time why. He was seemingly staring at the Angelus king was looking at him with a broad grin on his face, but his daughter looked scared.

Now, on the final side, was the race of Omnis dimidium-cornu, which after much research, has been deciphered to roughly mean 'Every Half-Wing', as this was the race of all half-breeds, but at the same time, wasn't. The Half-Breeds only counted to about 11% of the Half-Wing race, give or take. Mostly, they had silver wings, or greyed wings, they were a race of their own, seemingly never an Angelus, but never a Daemonium either. They were the balance of it, and it kept peace almost amazingly well. There was two females there, which was obviously the Queen and her sister. The queen had a dress that was different shades of grey, with some gems on more of the other layers, it was layered to look more formal, but the detailed placement of gems and the layering showed it had alot of effort in it. The queen herself had violet eyes, with some pure-white hair that went down to her back, and a halo above her head, but it wasn't a golden-colour. Beside her, a younger half-wing sat, whom had a cerulian and daisy coloured dress, and short, curly, cloud-coloured hair. Above her was a silver halo.

The meeting lasted for five gruelling hours of debating the trades between the lands, and also finalizing some plans, of which, are believed to be trade agreements and partnerships between the lands, along with allowing other races in. The dimidium-cornu's had proposed the idea of allowing other races to enter lands, and loosening the barriers, so that they could better the relationships between the lands, and allow other races into theirs, vice versa. The Humanum race had immediately jumped at the idea, but demanded they get more land, to which the Angelus king had said he was hoping to finally unite with the Humanum race. Their king had demanded the Angelus give their land to the Humanum and then they'd unite, but the Angelus queen had scolded him for demanding such a thing. The Daemonium's king was sat, watching the three, his anger was only increasing.

Before anything could be done, the Humanum king was yelling at the Angelus's king, and during it, the daughter of the Humanium king was obviously scared. She had run at them, grabbing their trinket of protection and throwing it to the ground. The trinket broke into many, many pieces, and the sound of the shattering caused the room to go silent. Magic flowed out of it, hovering for a moment, before dissipating into nothingness, and that's when the Angelus queen was angered. She chanted a quick spell, and the Humanum's pendant fell into nothingness, causing the King of the Humanum race to suddently yell, and go to strike the Angelus queen, but before he did, the Angelus king had thrown him to a wall, yelling at him not to lay a hand on her. The Half-Wing's Queen had tried to stop the arguing, but the Humanum king and his daughter stormed out, yelling that they'd all regret what they did.

The room went silent once more, as nobody spoke for the next ten minutes, before the Angelus king had suddently looked up at the Daemonium ruler, anger prominent of him. He was asking him why he didn't do anything, and before long, the Angelus king was yelling at him, after they finally calmed down, an agreement formed. The Humanum race would be overtook by the Angelus race. The Half-wing queen then looked at the Daemonium, and asked for part of his land in return for her taking down the barrier between their lands.

Nobody could've expected what happened next.

Without any prior sign, the protection flower withered and fell to the ground as ash, nearly instantaniously. Immediately, the room went dark, and the Daemonium king spoke.

" ?detucexe yletaidemmi eb ot era yeht ,dnal ruo ni dnik ruoy hctac ew fi taht ,ahsuytaK neeuQ ,rebmemer ton uoy oD .uoy htiw etarepo-oc ot gnilliw er'ew kniht uoy desirpus m'I dna ,evila neve lla er'uoy dekcohs m'I .eman a evresed neve t'nod htlif uoY ?dnal ruo s'deerB-flaH eht eviG" Was what was uttered from his twisted language, and it was clear to them as to what he meant.

Immediately, the king of the Angelus had yelled at him to stop, but it was too late. The Queen of the Half-Wings had a long, flaming, black dagger twisted into her chest. She fell to the ground as the Daemonium king stepped back, leaving the dagger in her. She'd gone limp, lifeless. Her younger sister screamed, but was soon met with the same fate. That's when the Daemonium king spoke up, but in a language understood.

"From now on, the entire underworld is to be owned by the Daemonium race. All Half-wings caught in the Underworld are to be executed immediately." He'd said flatly, before gazing at the horrified Angelus King and queen with a dark glare.

"The same fate will happen if any race other than the Daemonium are in the Underworld. I made preperations for the Barrier already, as you've gone too long damaging our people. If any Angel is to step into our realm, we will declare war, King Roderich."

With that, the Daemonium king was said to have tried to attack them, before leaving in a shroud of darkness. From that point on, the Daemonium race was hostile, the Half-wings lost recognition as a title, and was lowered to 'Half-Breed', as it's believed nearly all of the Half-Wings were killed off, however, it is said that some of the more powerful Half-Wing families had fled to the Angelus realm. Since then, all Half-Breeds have become illegal, and are to be sent to the Daemonium world if caught in the Overworld, where they will be killed by the Daemonium race. The Humanum race were brought down after trying to start a war with the Peaceful Angelus race, but after a massive attack from the Holy Armies of the Angelus race, they retreated to the Daemonium's world, seeking shelter as refugees of war. The Daemonium slaughtered all of the Humanum race's remaining numbers brutally, without any hesitation, and since then, it is believed the only two races left are the Daemonium race and the Angelus race, save the small number of Half-Breeds out there which haven't been tracked down yet already.


3rd Person P.O.V - End | Book P.O.V End


Ludwig P.O.V


He slammed the heavy book shut as he heard a voice from outside, bolting up, his eyes darted around the lavish room in confusion, he'd become so enthralled in the book, he'd been staring at it for nearly an hour already!

He raced to his feet, leaping out of the chair as he sorted out his mind, focusing on finding out what the voice was, but he was quickly interrupted as he saw the short, thick-browed man staring at him with green, worried eyes. He flinched for a moment before putting the book down, swalling a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought to himself whether or not Arthur was mad at him for intruding on his privacy by reading some of Arthur and Francis's books, but ultimately decided he could worry about it later, and his thoughts were seemingly reassured when Arthur spoke up in a hushed, but still cautious tone.

"Hide in the basement." Arthur said in a tone almost too quiet for even Ludwig to hear. He'd nodded quickly, making his way to the door he believed lead to the basement, as his mind was still fuzzy.

He tried to collect his thoughts as he opened the door, a feeling of relief splashing into his heart as he looked down to see the stairwell that descended to the basement, but he quickly resumed what he was doing, rushing in as he closed the door, locking it hastily with shaky hands, causing more time to be wasted than neccecary. His eyes lit up a neon-blue as he stared into the pitch-black room, his Demonic nightvision sights kicking in quickly enough. He tiptoed down the stairs lightly as he heard a knock on the door that was presumed to be the front door, he heard a voice he hadn't heard before, speaking heartily as he finished getting down the stairwell. He made his way to a small, black door underneath the stairwell, obviously being a storage space. as he heard Arthur let out a faint yell in annoyance as heavy footsteps made their way in. He listened as they made their way to the kitchen, taking the opportunity to use the noise to mask himself as he got into the cramped cupboard, just barely fitting, somehow able to close the door, just about. He was suprised he could fit, but he felt his wings curl around him, and couldn't help but wince in pain as some of the objects pushed onto his wings.

He heard cupboards slamming open and shut as what sounded like food was being taken out it it. He heard a few other voices that were of complete strangers, before he heard Francis walk into the Livingroom, most likely sitting down as he heard a loud thump sound. He almost snickered at the thought of Francis being so heavy that he made such a loud noise, but he'd seemed to regain his normal Facade and act of superiority once more, keeping a stern expression for the time being. He heard Feliciano yell a greeting to Arthur before rushing into the Kitchen with the unfamiliar voice, saying if he wanted any pasta, but the voice replied that he was good with his burgers.

There was lighter footsteps that lead to it too, but he didn't pay attention, it was most likely northing important. He then heard the voice of that man he'd heard before, Kiku, walk in and politely greet him before seemingly heading to the Livingroom, most likely to sit down and speak to Francis. Finally, he heard Arthur greet someone, and it seemed they paid no mind to him, walking into the hallway with heavy steps, the person must've been either a tall person wearing boots or something, or was just heavy. He paid them no mind as he heard them go into the livingroom aswell.

He stayed in the cramped cupboard for around twenty minutes, hearing alot of debate going on before seemingly nearly everyone left. He heard Francis leave to go check the woods one more time, and then it was just Arthur. He did however hear Arthur make some more conversation with a voice he couldn't quite hear, seemingly trying to argue with it that whatever was in the woods most likely escaped and had left, but around twenty minutes into it, he heard heavy footsteps again, and Arthur yell at him, before hearing a strange voice he couldn't place telling Arthur he'd check the house anyway.

Arthur had seemingly tried to Argue, but from the sound of it, the person had ignored it and had checked upstairs. About five minutes later, heavy steps made their way down to the bottom floor, and Ludwig felt himself shiver as he thought of being discovered, a trace of fear still lingering in him, but he refused to let it scare him, as his strengh was back, he felt more emotionally-secure. He wasn't going to be scared! He was hidden anyway. He heard the footsteps make their way around the house before heaving the doorknob of the basement start to turn. He felt his breathing go uneven as he tensed in the cramped, uncomfortable cupboard, but stayed still.

He heard Arthur yell at the person that there wasn't about to be a Demon in his basement, and then start saying it was most likely not a demon he'd seen, and that him and Francis were probaly just drinking and got a little too drunk, but the Person seemed to continue, pulling on the door, and he heard Arthur let out a loud sigh of relief as the door stayed closed, locked shut. Ludwig felt relief wash over his skin as he thanked his past self for locking the door before going to hide. He heard the person let out an annoyed grunt, and Arthur tell him to leave, but then he heard Arthur let out a pained yell, and heard a loud thump, as if something - someone had fallen to the floor. He shuddered as he heard the heavy footsteps walking a small distance from the door, realising it was most likely Arthur who'd been rendered unconscious.

His mind was frozen as he heard a loud whack on the door, and heard it slam open loudly. He felt his breath stop in his throat as he lay still, curled up and hidden in the small cupboard under the stairwell, just hoping that it wasn't suspicious enough for whoever had knocked out Arthur to investigate, as he had a gut feeling that something horrible was going to happen, it didn't help. He heard heavy footsteps going down the staircase quickly, before reaching the floor. He tried to breathe as quiet as he could, his glowing eyes going back to normal, his wings curled around him protectively, but mainly due to just how cramped he was in the small cupboard.

He heard footsteps going around, checking boxes and some other things, before the footsteps went quiet. He wondered what could've happened, or maybe if the person had suddently left, but that was highly unlikely - impossible, as the heavy steps were unmissable, and he didn't hear his wings beating in the air. Perhaps the person was stood still? Or maybe they had something that could teleport them out? Maybe this was some sort of magic? He wasn't sure. He listened intently in the dark, cramped space, trying to figure out what had happened, before his thoughts were seemingly answered by some sort of gift.

He heard the footsteps resume, going towards to the staircase, and in the sudden shock from hearing them again, his wing twitched, making a slight ' Brssshhhh ' sort of sound as it brushed against one of the walls. He immediately stiffened once more, going silent, but it was too late apparently. He heard the footsteps stop, and suddently heard them going down the steps slowly. He held his breath as the footsteps got closer, hearing something rattle, most likely being taken out of a pocket or something similar? He wasn't sure. He stayed frozen in place, mainly out of fear, holding his breath before he started breathing as quietly as he could through his nose once more.

He heard the footsteps close into the area he was at, and hoped the mass of random cardboard boxes and other junk hid the Cupboard well enough, as it'd taken him a moment to see it aswell, and hopefully, just hopefully, this person wouldn't see it. All he could do was hope that was the scenario, well, that or the person just dissapeared and/or left. Either one would be lovely. He nearly gasped as he heard the footsteps go closer and closer to the door, but caught himself before he could. He stayed silent as the footsteps went right to the door, it was as if someone was right outside, before he heard them crouch down, pressing their head to the door as if to listen. He held his breath, frozen like a statue, but couldn't help it when, after a minute of it, he let out a tiny, rushed breath, before immediately swapping to his nose to regulate it. He could practically taste the fear in his mouth.

He felt the overwhelming sensation of fear flood into his inanimate body like a sharp blade stabbing into him from all directions, spreading around him instantaniously. He started to feel dizzy, trying to stay still as he was barely managing to not lean on anything at all. His whole body was tingling in fear, well, either that or it was numb, like one of his more strained hands was already, and he felt the impending doom that was going to come. He felt his throat close up at it, another flood hitting down on him like a tidal wave, this one of panic, he needed to escape, but he couldn't escape. He felt trapped, like a butterfly in a small glass, unable to fly out like it so desperately desired. His skin was burning, and he was barely managing to hold back the burning tears that threatened to attack his skin. He felt his chest begin to feel like it had some sort of great weight against it, pain entangling itself into him like a bush of roses he'd fallen into.

It hurt, but he was trying so hard not to be found, he had to ignore it. He could hear the person breathing on the other side of the door, waiting to hear him. He started to sweat, but not because he was hot, but moreso out of a mix of things, almost like a cold sweat in a way, if one could've put it like that. He was horrified and full of panic, all with an overbearing layer of terror. His mind was spinning in confusion, but he'd managed to stop it, focusing on controlling himself, ignoring the pain, ignoring the dread and panic which was drowning him, and forcing himself not to let the tears run rampant all over his burning body. He started to realise something thogh, he realised why the person didn't open the door, he realised the person was listening to him.

He heard the uneven, quick breaths coming out of his mouth, he heard his entire being trembling from head to wing to toe in complete dread, his throat with a large lump for some reason, he heard himself wincing in the pain, and he heard how he was constantly making a noise out of pain or fear, and even without seeing it, he knew that anyone could've been able to tell that from the uneven and panicked breaths, from the sound of constant trembling, and from the quiet shivering, all along with the dreadful, sharp and agonising sounds of obvious agony that was quickly engulfing his burning skin, it was too much for him. He knew the person - whoever it was, was just listening to his noises of agony and terror.

It was making him feel sick to think about it, and the horrible taste that was in his mouth didn't help. What kind of a sicko just listened to that sort of stuff?.. Then again, he couldn't help but silently send thanks to whatever had caused the person to not open the door, but he knew it wouldn't last forever, and he was just waiting on borrowed time, he couldn't help but let out a sharp, loud gasp of pain as something fell, cutting his cheek with a clean, effortless fall. He somewhat cringed as it hit the floor, but quickly lost all traces of that expression as the pain and horror hit him again, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. Too cramped. He couldn't move anyway, all of his body burned, his arms were numb, and he was a complete mess. Was he having an attack of sorts? He couldn't focus on it.

Suddently, his eyes slammed shut for a moment, before they widened again in terror, the door was open now, and light flooded into the small cupboard, shedding light on his legs and wings, both of which were trembling and either in a massive amount of pain, or completely numb, and unable to be moved. He could feel his death already, but his eyes just wouldn't shut. They were wide with anxiety and horror. He stared in apprehension and complete dread as he saw a hand reach into the cupboard, and felt himself almost jump as it grabbed his leg (which he was quite sure they felt too.).

He suddently let out a yell of complete terror as the leg was harshly wretched out of the cupboard, causing him to nearly fall onto his back as he was yanked out of the cupboard. He felt his skin burn, realising that he'd forgotten what he was meant to be stopping. He felt the skin burn even more, the pain which had spread from his chest engulf him to unbearable amounts, the tears stinging his face like acid which never seemed to stop. He felt himself trembling in absolute fear, his breathing loud and quiet, hiccuping as his breathing tried to even itself. His eyes winced shut at the sudden sunlight, unable to see who'd pulled him out.

"You really are terrified, da?" He heard from that strangely familar voice, before it immediately slammed into him as to who's voice it was.

He lunged back in horror, hitting his head against the concrete, feeling a rush of warmth at where it was hit. He felt lightheaded all of a sudden, too dizzy to think, too numb to do anything, but a look of complete horror painted on his face. His wings hugged around him protectively, trying to act as if the person wasn't there, like it was his incoherent mind just imagining monsters. He couldn't face them in this state. He was already on the verge of passing out, and the only thing that stopped it was the fact his wings was out, but he knew he was still close to passing out anyway. He felt the tears begin to run a river across his face, as he trembled in uncontrollable fear and panic.

He heard the man let out a sickeningly sweet laugh, and he felt his legs tingling as he tried to regain the feeling in them enough to get up to atleast try and attack the monster that stood infront of him. His whole body pulsating in horror at the mere thought of that sick creature. He finally heard the man stop laughing, before something grabbed his wing, causing him to hiss in pain as his wing began to have an overbearing buring sensation on it. It wasn't as bad as a normal Angels for some reason, but it still felt like his wing was melting off, and so, he cried out in pain, which caused another laugh, before he was painfully hauled towards the sick creature. He felt the tears burning into him like acid once more, and shivered in terror.

"Sorry about this, but you'll forgive me, da? After all, we are friends, Ludvig.." He heard the voice say innocently.

His whole body to curled up a bit more into a ball out of fear, causing the other to giggle, before he felt something jab at his skin, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the yellow and black of the Tazer, and before he could pull himself away, he'd fallen to the ground in absolute torment, writhing in agony on the ground. Everything was spinning, everything hurt so much, and everything was slowly going dark. He let out a cry of pain as he tried to speak, but couldn't, the pain being too much for him. Suddently, everything began to go black, and he let out another cry, but this time out of panic and fear, everything closing into the middle of his sights, before that too went black, and he felt himself slip. Everything was hurting so much, and his head was throbbing, but it didn't stop it all from suddently going into a numb pain.

Everything was fuzzy.

He stopped moving.

He was too tired..

Maybe it wasn't too bad to sleeepppp...