TWELVE
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Warnings and disclaimer are in the first chapter
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-Heaven, six hundred years ago-
A boy, no older than five years old, with black hair and red eyes that shined with curiosity looked at his older brother, the Archangel Raziel. The two of them were in the Heaven's library, learning about everything from histories to any good skills to be had. However, there was a particular thing that took the boy's attention when he read the black thick book in his hands and that was about a race called the Abyssian.
"Brother Raziel…" the dark brown haired man looked up from his book. "What is the Abyssian?"
Raziel put down his book and looked straight into the boy's curious red eyes. "… Abyssian is a race that created from human's souls that so corrupted that they cannot be saved…" he explained to the boy.
"Does that means they are similar with demons?" the boy asked.
"No, it's different… a demon is considered an unclean spirit, a fallen angel, or a spirit of unknown type which may cause demonic possession…" he explained. "The demons that born from Fallen Angels had worked to torture the bad human's souls until their sins gone so they can go to Eden, they live in Hell…" Raziel crossed his arms. "However, Abyssian live in a place that is known as an Abyss, a place that for the human's souls that would never go to Eden and the prison for the entity that is known as the First Evil."
"They cannot go to Eden?" the boy tilted his head to the side.
"No, they cannot… they will stay in that place for eternity…"
The boy nodded in understanding and flipped the pages of his book, only to blink in confusion when he saw the new title. "Brother Raziel, what is a country personification?" he asked in confusion.
Now a warm smile appeared across Raziel's face at that specific question. "A country personification is…"
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Hadrian looked at the abandoned warehouse in front of him with an emotionless face. For the truth he did not know if he did the right thing with taking the Allies and the Axis with him in rescuing Japan. But he knew they would follow him even if he and Azrael told them to stay put until they came back.
"You're worry, Hadrian?" Azrael asked the teen.
"… For the truth?" he tightened his grasp in his scarf. "… Yes, I'm worried…" he looked at the countries that standing behind him. "… I don't know if they can fight against the Abyssian or not with their status as Gaia's children…"
Azrael looked at the sky. "Even though we tell them to stay back, they will follow us and it will be more dangerous for them…" he looked at Hadrian. "At least with us with them, we can protect them if something bad happens…"
Hadrian knew Azrael was right. With him taking them at least they did not need to go alone in saving Japan and they too could protect them if something bad happened. With that in his mind, he looked at the raven that perching on his left shoulder and dismissed her after a silent thank you to the avian.
"So, this is where Japan being held, huh?" America asked when he looked at the abandoned warehouse. "There's no security around it. This will be a very easy rescue mission…" before he could walk to the building, Hadrian stopped him with holding the back of his clothes.
When Hadrian did that, Azrael took a small stone near his right shoe and threw it to the warehouse. Right when the stone was fifteen meters from the building, a barrier appeared along with destroying the stone into dust. After he had done that, the icy-blue eyed man crossed his arms and looked at surprised looking America.
"They're not stupid, America…" Azrael told the American. "They're smart and have made sure no one can find them. It's only thanks to the omamori and Hadrian's power we can find where Japan is right now…"
"I don't sense it…" said Britain when he looked at the barrier around the warehouse.
"Of course you cannot sense it, the barrier isn't a mortal magic or your kind of magic, Britain…" Azrael looked at the British for a moment before turned back to Hadrian. "You can destroy the barrier, right?"
Hadrian looked at Azrael before back to the barrier. "… Yes…" after he said that, he went towards the barrier was and watched with an emotionless face at the sparks that shot around the barrier, as a warning for him not to come closer. Of course he ignored it.
"I-it's not going to hurt Hadrian, right?" asked Canada. "If it will hurt Hadrian, then you need to stop him for we don't want to see an angry Russian."
"Don't worry about it, little Canada…" he brushed Canada's ahoge gently. "This kind of barrier is Hadrian's daily breakfast…"
Hadrian did not flinch when he slowly moved his hand closer towards the barrier and sparks became more hostile. Right when the palm of his hand touched the barrier, the sparks changed into powerful electric currents that wounded not only his right cheek but his right hand too. Blood gushed out from the wounds but he did not deterred from his mission. He would break the barrier so they could save Japan from the Abyssians.
When Russia saw his boyfriend was wounded by the electrical sparks, he wanted to go to him but Germany stopped him from doing that with taking a hold of his right shoulder. The Russian narrowed his eyes at the German as if asking why the man stopped him from approaching Hadrian.
"Because you will be hurt if you try to go there, Russia…" Azrael decided to answer Russia's question without looking at the Russian. "This is normal… nothing to be worried about."
Russia narrowed his eyes. "How can I not be worried? Hadrian gushes out blood like crazy!" he told the man.
"And you will continue to see a lot of this kind of things in the future!" Azrael looked at Russia, his eyes were glowing. "He will be hurt a lot in the future if the Abyssians start to wander around the human world like in the past…"
Russia growled lowly under his breath when he heard Azrael's explanation. He really did not like it when Hadrian was hurt, but he too knew with Hadrian as the denizen of Heaven, he would be needed to fight against all rogue supernatural beings that wanted to hurt others. He knew, he understood, but he did not like it.
After staying still for a while, Hadrian clawed the barrier until cracks started to appear across the barrier and then clenched his hand into a fist. At the same time he did this, the barrier shattered into pieces like broken glasses. After he finished doing that, the teen turned to look at the others, only to blink when he found Russia was right in his personal space. He did not say anything when Russia gently took his mangled right arm into his hands so he could examine the wounds.
"… I'm all right, Ivan…" he told Russia who was still examining the wounds across his arm. "These wounds will heal…" right after he said that, the wounds started to heal and not too long only a flawless skin that was left behind.
Russia frowned at Hadrian's apathy towards his wounds and could not help but felt irritated. He knew Hadrian was not a normal human but still it dismayed Russia to see him felt unconcerned towards anything that could hurt him physically. For the truth Hadrian's apathy towards himself being hurt made Russia worried and feared for his mental health. He just hoped his boyfriend did not have any mind to kill himself in the future.
"We need to go now…" the teen pulled his arm away from Russia's hands. "… Japan needs us before it's too late…" he waved his hand across his ruined and it repaired back as if never been shredded into pieces.
After Hadrian said those words, America ran into the warehouse, ignoring Britain's command for him to stop. France only shrugged his shoulders when Britain chased his former colony to make sure he did not alert Japan's kidnappers before followed the British. After France walked into the warehouse, Germany and Italy then followed the Frenchman. Canada sighed in exasperation and went to follow his family with a plan of helping Britain in taking control of America so he did not ruin their rescue plan.
Azrael looked at Russia, who was still watching Hadrian, and knew what in Russia's mind at this moment. With a sigh, the icy-blue eyed man went to the Russian and caught his attention with patting his right shoulder. When Russia turned away from Hadrian, he arched his eyebrow as if asking the icy-blue eyed man the reason why he wanted his attention.
"He will never kill himself…" said Azrael, making Russia flinched slightly. "… I can read your mind and I know you think that Hadrian wants to kill himself. Don't worry… it won't happen…" he brushed his hair from his eyes.
Russia pulled up his scarf across his mouth. "If he didn't want to kill himself… then why he didn't care with the fact that he was hurt…" he mumbled softly into his scarf. "… I don't like it."
Azrael sighed and looked at Hadrian, who was following the others into the warehouse. "You want to know a secret, Russia?" the Russian turned his attention fully the icy-blue eyed man. "He has emotions like any other God's creations, except demons, but because of his status… he feels numb as if he doesn't have emotions in his heart…"
"… How long he has been numb…" he asked the man.
Azrael scratched the back of his head. "Five hundred years since he was 'born'…" he told the Russian. "… It's a consequence for being what he is now…"
'That long?' thought Russian in slight disbelief.
Azrael looked towards the warehouse only to find Hadrian stood near the door, waiting for the two of them to come. With another pat on Russia's shoulder, he told the Russian that they needed to go for Hadrian was waiting for them. Russia nodded in agreement and followed Azrael to where Hadrian was.
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-Heaven, five hundred years ago-
A teenager, no older than eighteen years old, with raven black hair and red eyes was reading a thick blue book in the Heaven's library. He still felt fascinated with the race that was known as the country personifications even after a hundred years. He did not know why, but really felt fascinated with them and wished that someday he could meet one of them.
He looked up when the door to the library was opened and found it was Michael who had come inside. He did not know why the older Archangel came here for he knew the golden-haired man rarely went to library, so to see him here was something strange for the teen.
Gently he closed the book he had been reading and turned his attention to the Archangel. "Is there something that I can help you with, Michael?" he asked the older Archangel with confusion in his voice.
Michael gave the teen a soft smile. "Father wants to talk, little brother…" he told the teen.
The teen blinked when he heard that God wants to talk to him. It was rare for God to talk to someone than his Archangels. So, to hear He wanted to talk to him made the teen did not know what to say. After calming himself down, the teen stood up from his chair and went to Michael.
"Please lead me the way, Michael…" he told the older Archangel.
When they were walking into God's Throne room, Hadrian looked at the teen from the corner of his eyes. Of course the teen sensed his lingering gaze and turned his head slightly to the right.
"Is there something that you want to talk to me, Michael?" he asked the Archangel.
Michael took a deep breath and asked the question that had plagued his mind. "Are you really sure you want to take that responsibility?"
The teen did not say anything for a moment before then answered, "… I promised your Father that I would take the position when it was time…"
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When they were inside the warehouse, Azrael raised his left hand as to give a signal for the others to stop. He did this because he could sense a lot of low-level Abyssians in the room and knew they needed to be cautious if they wanted to survive.
"You can sense them, right?" asked Azrael to the red-eyed teen beside him.
Hadrian did not answer Hadrian's words, he only narrowed his eyes and let his celestial power to seep out of its locked place a little, a sign that he knew what the icy-blue eyed man wanted to tell him.
Azrael looked at the countries. "Stop…" he told them. "… They're here."
Right after Azrael said those words, the air in the room suddenly changed from normal to malicious, and along with the change in the air, creatures made from darkness started coming out from the shadow. They were… humanoid but made from black shadow, had glowing red orbs as eyes, and large slit on their faces as their mouths. They were… hideous and full with malice.
"… All of them are low-level ones…" Hadrian explained emotionlessly when he spotted them.
Britain and the others did not know how to react Hadrian's statement and these malicious creatures were strong and they were low-level ones. They could not comprehend how scary it would be when Hadrian or Azrael fought against the higher-level ones.
Hadrian looked at the others. "All of you will be all right when fighting them…" he told them in serious voice. "… Just be careful and don't get cocky…" he looked at America. "And yes, I'm saying that for you, America."
"Dude, I know that right now we're in a clusterfuck situation…" he told the teen. "I'm not going to get cocky here."
Hadrian looked at America in the eyes to see if he was telling the truth and after he found what he was looking for; Hadrian nodded in acknowledgement and then turned his attention back to the minions. Without saying Hadrian raised his right arm to shoulder level, when he did this a blue magic circle with a symbol of three pair of angel wings and a gate in the middle emerged from under his feet for a moment and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.
A grin appeared across Azrael's face after Hadrian's magic display and stretched up his arms to lose the kinks in his muscles. "… Well, now we can use everything that we have after the barrier was put around the warehouse…"
Hadrian's response was putting his hands into his trousers' pockets and gazed at the minions with glowing red eyes. Not long Russia went to stand beside Hadrian and pulled out his faucet pipe to become his weapon against these minions. Without looking behind him, Russia knew that the others had prepared themselves to fight these minions.
Hadrian looked at Russia from the corner. "There are three ways to kill them… separating their heads from their bodies, burning them to ashes, or…" he pointed to the glowing stone in the centre of their chests. "… Destroy their life crystals…"
"Ah, I see…" Russia then smiled his 'creepy' smile after Hadrian gave those advices. "All we need to do is doing all of those three and everything will be all right…" a malicious dark aura started to surrounding his body. "It will be good, da?"
Azrael looked at Hadrian and chuckled softly at Russia's dark voice. He knew the Russian at this moment was happy that he could kick some of the Abyssians' assess for wounding Hadrian from breaking the ward around the warehouse. With a shook of his head, Azrael then summoned his trusty weapon, a Death Scythe.
The minions growled lowly under their breaths and with malicious howls they leapt towards Hadrian and the others.
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The large quake shook the room where the two hooded men keeping Japan. The first hooded man looked up when that happened and then a frown appeared on his face.
"It looks like there are some cockroaches that need to be exterminated…" said the first hooded man.
The second hooded man nodded. "Yes, you're right… those cockroaches are annoying…" he told the first hooded man.
"Stop them…" a dark grin appeared on the first hooded man. "They are just some personifications… even though they are Gaia's children; they don't have the power to hurt Abyssians like us…"
The second hooded man nodded in agreement and then walked out the room to where the group of cockroaches was. When he arrived in the room where they were, he dodged to the right for one of those cockroaches had kicked a minion straight to the wall behind him. Right after the minion crashed against the wall, it dissolved into ashes, a sign that the minion was dead.
He turned his attention from the dead minion to the group in the middle of the room. He really hated it when someone tried to stop what he and his colleagues trying to do to the pathetic humans. Why could not they let them be? What nuisances these cockroaches were for them.
"I never thought you, cockroaches, will come here to stop what we're going to do…" he told the group.
"You keep our friend captive!" yelled America. "There's no way we will let it slide away!"
The second hooded man narrowed his eyes at the American. "Ah… You're the personification of United State of America…" he then looked at the others. "My partner was right… All of you are the personifications of countries in this human world…" he tilted his head to the side. "You don't have the power to defeat us, the Abyssians…"
"What did you say!" however before America could attack the second hooded man, Azrael stopped him with grasping his right shoulder. "What?" he asked the icy-blue eyed man.
Azrael took his hand away from America's shoulder. "Let me…" he told the American. "I'm itching to kick some ass at this moment…"
Canada looked at Azrael with concern in his eyes. "A-Are you sure, Azrael?" he asked the man. "I-I don't want you get hurt…"
At Canada's concern, Azrael smiled and gave a gentle pat on top of Canada's head. "Don't worry about me, Canada… it's going to be all right, I'm not going to die easily…"
'Of course you cannot DIE easily…' thought Hadrian while looking at Azrael and Canada with half-closed eyes. 'You're the Archangel of Death or what the people know as the Grim Reaper…'
The second hooded man snorted mockingly at Azrael's words. "Heh… you're really a stupid human…" he told the icy-blue eyed man. "You don't have any power to defeat anyone from my kind, including myself…"
Right after he finished saying those mocking words, the second hooded man hastily dodged to the side when Azrael suddenly appeared right in his personal space with his weapon drew to the side. The Abyssian flinched when pain suddenly assaulted his well being. He then looked down, only to find a large wound across his chest.
The second hooded man touched the wound on his chest and then grinned at Azrael, while trying not to show how the man terrified him so. "… A cockroach like you want to fight me?" he smirked nastily at Azrael.
Azrael straightened himself and looked at the second hooded man with half-closed eyes. "Well, this cockroach can and will stop you and your kind from creating the same 'disaster' like in the past…" he told the Abyssian coldly. "There's no way I'll let you and your kind do that as long as I live!" with those words, Azrael leapt towards the Abyssian with an intention to subdue or even kill him.
The second hooded man stopped the punch to his face with his right arm and then retaliated with a palm strike towards Azrael's face. Of course the icy-blue eyed man saw the attack and easily dodged it with pulling his head back.
Canada, who had been watching the fight between Azrael and this so-called Abyssian, started to feel concern towards the man and then turned to Hadrian, who was watching the fight with his usual emotionless face. "Hadrian… why you don't help him?" he asked the teen.
Hadrian pulled his attention away from the fight to look at Canada. "Because this is Azrael's fight…" he told the Canadian. "As his younger brother I need to respect his decision…" he tilted his head to the side a little. "You feel concern for my brother…"
Canada blushed at Hadrian's statement and that made Hadrian to arch his eyebrow in a slight questioning manner. Of course the Canadian decided to ignore that expression and went back to look at the fight.
A smile briefly appeared across Hadrian's face. "Don't worry, Canada… Azrael is strong and no Abyssians can hurt him…" he told Canada. "Just put your trust in Azrael, everything is going to be all right…"
Russia, who had been watching the fight like the others, knew that his boyfriend was right. In the eyes of the people that never fought before, they would think Azrael had some kind of difficulty, but in the eyes of a country personification like him, it was the opposite; Azrael was binding his time for he wanted to find his opponent's weakness.
The icy-blue eyed man dodged every attack that came to him, but of course when he did this, he too delivered his own attacks to the places that were vital for mortal. However, because his opponent was an Abyssian, the attacks to the so-called vital parts, it was only slowing him down, but it was still a good advantage for Azrael.
Azrael then jumped away from the Abyssian and gazed at him with a bored look. "So… do you feel tired now?" he asked his opponent.
The Abyssian laughed at Azrael's question. "All of these are only small wounds, nothing for me!" he told Azrael arrogantly.
A smile appeared across Azrael's face and that made the Abyssian felt uneasy. "If that so, then why the wounds not start to heal?" he asked 'innocently'.
The Abyssian looked at one of his wounds and that was in his right arm, only to find that Azrael was right. The wound in his right arm did not heal like any wounds that he received from fought others. So, why the wounds that had been inflicted towards him by this man did not heal?
"What are you?" the Abyssian looked at Azrael with a realization that maybe he was not a normal human.
"Now, that's a one million dollar's question…" Azrael tilted his head to the side. "And I don't think I will answer it… if you want to know what I am…" his eyes started glowing. "You need to defeat me first… of course if you can do it…" he mocked the Abyssian.
The mocking angered the Abyssian and he decided to throw everything out the window with destroying the seal that hid his true form from humans. The countries and to Heaven's denizens watched with mix expressions when this happened; the countries watched with awe and horrified, while Hadrian and Azrael did not show any expression that happened in front of them.
Now, who had been a man standing in front of them, was a humanoid figure made from black shadow that continuously dripping to the floor and blue glowing veins around his body. At this moment everyone in the room were looking at a true form of an Abyssian and they could say the form was disturbing.
"Hahaha, now you cannot defeat me for this is my true form!" the creature said arrogantly.
Azrael stared at the humanoid-creature with an emotionless face for a second before a smile appeared across his face. "So you think with taking off the seal it will give you the power to defeat me?" he tilted his head to the side. "Then you're stupid."
"He is really like Russia…" said America when he watched the interaction between those two.
Hadrian looked at America from the corner of his eyes. "… No, Azrael isn't like Russia… even though he has nearly a childish smile on his face, he does that not for scaring people…" he told the American. "That isn't his job…"
It was true, Azrael's job was not to scare abominations with his power like Michael or Gabriel, for Azrael's job was to guide the departing souls to their final rest. He was the Archangel of Death and the Guide of the Departing Souls. He was one of the few angels that loved to stay in human world than lived in Heaven for the rest of their eternal lives.
"Huh, you're still acting so cocky… when I know you're really trembling in fear at my superiority towards you…" said the Abyssian to Azrael.
Azrael looked at the Abyssian still with glowing. "Finished?" he asked the Abyssian. "If you have finished talking, then show me and make me tremble in fear with your 'superiority'…" he mocked him.
The humanoid-creature growled lowly under his breath at Azrael's mocking tone towards him. He would show this puny little human the consequence of mocking an Abyssian like him. He was more superior than humans for they were only livestock for his kind.
The second Abyssian then let out a loud roar before ran towards Azrael with an intention to kill him. Azrael, who was watching the humanoid-creature became closer towards him, only let out a small sigh and stayed there. Of course this action made some of the countries to yell at the man to dodge or run away.
The loud sound of something breaking along with heavy dust made some of the countries raised their arms to protect their eyes from the dust. They feared about Azrael's condition for that punch was powerful and devastating. Of course when everyone acted concern for Azrael, Hadrian did not act like that as if he knew something that the others did not know.
And he did not wrong, after the dust had gone, everyone could see the creature's fist pierce through the wall but no Azrael there. This confused the countries and the Abyssian, but soon the confusion changed to surprise when Azrael appeared behind the creature with his arms high above his head and in his hands was his weapon, a Death Scythe.
"Bye bye…" those were the words that Azrael said before he swung down his Death Scythe, cutting the Abyssian right across his torso.
Of course before the blade cutting down the creature's torso, Hadrian raised his right arm and summoned his power so the hand glowed with blue-coloured light. After Azrael finished cutting down the Abyssian's torso and blood gushed out from the body like a fountain, the re-coloured liquid did not touch everyone that standing near Hadrian. It looked like the red-eyed teen had created an invisible wall to make sure they were not drenched in blood.
"Ugh…" Azrael looked down at his shirt that was drenched by blood. "I really hate it when this happens…" with a wave, the blood disappeared, not leaving any spot on his shirt.
"That was your own fault, Azrael…" Hadrian dismissed the barrier. "You were too close to the Abyssian…" he tugged up his scarf across his mouth.
"Yeah, I know that…" he waved his hand.
Britain slowly approached Russia and then whispered to the Russian. "They aren't humans, aren't they, Russia?"
Russia looked at Britain before back to Hadrian, who was still talking to Azrael. "… No, I don't think Hadrian and Azrael are humans…" he told the British. Even though Britain was the one who had raised America and sometimes sided with that country, Russia knew he was more open than the American regarding him. So he did not have any hostile thought towards Britain.
Britain looked at Azrael and Hadrian. "… What are they?" he asked to himself.
Russia narrowed his eyes at that particular question. Well, even though he and Britain were civil with each other, that did not mean he would tell him whatever secrets that his boyfriend had. Not because he hated the British, but because he feared the British would accidently telling America what they were. That was something that Russia did not want to happen.
Fortunately, Hadrian never told him what he and his brother really were. Russia had some hunches what those two really were, but he would not say anything for he was waiting for his boyfriend to come clean about what he really was to him. He needed to trust his boyfriend that someday he would tell Russia what he really and how he could take the Russian to the place that was known as Heaven.
"I'm sorry, Britain," he looked at the British once more. "Hadrian still doesn't tell me anything about himself. So I cannot answer your question…" 'Not I'm going to tell you even if I know what he really is…' thought Russia.
Hadrian turned to look at Russia and the others. "Come… we need to save Japan before his friend…" he pointed to the dead body. "… Succeed in changing Japan…" with that he turned on his heel and walked to the only closed door there.
Before Britain could follow the others, America stopped him. This of course made the British turned to look at his former colony with an arched eyebrow. "What is it, America?" he asked the American.
"… You realize there's something strange about Hadrian and his so-called brother?" he asked the British. "They… they really strange… there's no way humans can do what they're doing…"
Britain knew what America trying to say. It was true; no humans could do what those two had done not too long ago. There was only one human race that he knew could do that and they were witches and wizards, but their power not similar with the power that Hadrian and Azrael had.
"Come, America… we don't need to dwell in that kind of thought…" said Britain. "All we need to do at this moment is saving Japan from these strange creatures…" after he said that, he pulled America to follow.
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It was Hadrian who was arrived first in the room where Japan was being kept by the dead Abyssian's partner, and he found the unconscious Japan on the floor in the centre of a magic circle. The teen knew right now Japan was in the middle of being changed and he needed to act fast if he wanted to save Japan from becoming something that he did not want to become.
"Human, you're too late…" the Abyssian told them. "I've won… this personification will be my living doll that will make sure his people become our slaves…" a smirk appeared across the Abyssian's face.
Hadrian did not turn around when he sensed the others walking into the room, his attention still on the Abyssian that standing next to the magic circle. "… No, I can sense that Japan, even unconscious, continues to fight against your corruption…" he put his right hand on his hip. "As long he continues to fight, I'm not going to give up on him… he will be saved from your corruption."
"Why you human continue to delay the inevitable?" the Abyssian asked to Hadrian. "Just give up and let your souls become ours…"
Hadrian snorted. "Free will is God's gift for human… that's why we cannot let you do whatever you want to do to us…" he told the Abyssian. "You don't have the right controlling our lives… you aren't God and even God decides to never meddle in humans' affairs…"
The Abyssian smirked arrogantly at Hadrian and then moved to stand so close to Hadrian's personal space. "You're just a little puny human… what can you do?" he asked Hadrian in a mocking tone. "Just go back to your personification friends…" he looked at the countries that standing behind Hadrian. "However, in the end they too will be our living dolls."
Hadrian did not move his head up so he could see the Abyssian in the eyes; he continued to let his gaze in a straight line. "… Too high…" he said softly, making everyone in the room confused.
"What do you say, human?" the Abyssian asked Hadrian.
"… I don't like it…" right after he said those words, the Abyssian was forcefully kneeled to the ground. The force that made the Abyssian kneeled in front Hadrian was so strong that the ground cracked under his knees.
'W-what happened?' thought the Abyssian in confusion. 'W-why my body…' he realized he could no control his body freely like previous; it as if some strange force had made him kneeled in front of the red-eyed teen.
Russia blinked in surprise at the sudden development that happened in front of his eyes. He was surprised because one second the Abyssian was standing tall in front of Hadrian, full with arrogance that made the Russian wanted to punch him on the face, but it changed in a second, now the Abyssian was on his knees in front of Hadrian.
Hadrian looked down at the Abyssian with his red eyes glowing. "… That's better…" he told the Abyssian. "Your place is under me… on your knees…"
"What the hell do you think—" the Abyssian screamed along with trying to move back to his feet. However he could not do it for another strong force made him dropped to his hands and knees. "W-what the hell…" he could not understand how a human like the red-eyed teen could push him to kneel like some worthless beings.
Hadrian continued to look at the Abyssian under his feet with emotionless eyes. He knew his action made him looked arrogant but he did not care. For him, an Abyssian like him, who had a nerve to capture his boyfriend's colleague, was something insignificant in his eyes and needed to be eliminated before he could do the same to his boyfriend's other colleagues.
"Azrael…" he called the Archangel of Death without moving his gaze from the Abyssian. "… Please take Japan away from the magic circle… we need to stop the process before it is too late…" he knew after he finished saying those words, Azrael moved to where Japan was so he could take the Japanese from the magic circle.
"You cannot stop m—AUGH!" now another force made the Abyssian's face smacked to the ground so hard it cracked. "Y-you filthy human… who do you think you are?" he glared at Hadrian. "I'll make you regret for trying to stop me…"
Right after he said those words, black shadows started to engulf the Abyssian and Hadrian knew he wanted to break the seal like his dead partner. He watched emotionlessly at the transformation that occurred in front of him. He continued to act emotionless even when the transformation had finished and the Abyssian had become a humanoid-monster with black skin, red glowing eye balls, and wide sharp grin as his mouth.
"Now you're in my mercy!" said the transformed Abyssian.
When the personifications were shocked at the transformation, Hadrian only looked with half-closed emotionless eyes. If the Abyssian tried to scare him with transforming, then he would be felt disappointed for he did not feel any fear towards him.
"Fear me, human!"
Hadrian looked at the Abyssian in front of him and asked, "Why should I?" he tilted his head to the side a little. "You don't have the power to make me feel scared…"
He watched the Abyssian narrowed his eyes at his emotionless answer and he knew at that moment the Abyssian would attack him. Of course Hadrian was ready to whatever the Abyssian would dish at him. He was right, not long after he had said those words, the Abyssian delivered a punch straight towards his face, but before the fist touched him, a loud sound along with a massive wind current were created, making the others in the room raised their arms to protect their faces.
"Hadrian!" yelled Russia in concern.
When the wind had gone, everyone could see what happened in front of them. There, they found, Hadrian was all right and between the teen and the Abyssian was a semi-invisible barrier that had made sure the Abyssian's fist could not touch Hadrian.
"W-what are you?" said the Abyssian to Hadrian. "There's no way a human can do this… what kind of creature you are?" his arrogance had disappeared when he realized that Hadrian maybe was not a human in the first place.
Hadrian raised his left hand and with a swap to the right, the Abyssian was thrown to the wall on the right side with a force so strong it created a large crack. After he had done that, the teen raised his right hand to his chest level. When his right hand in that position, it started to glow a soft blue light, telling everyone in the room that he wanted to use his power
"For the truth… I really don't like to use my power to fight against your kind…" said Hadrian coldly. "However, I know if I don't do this… you will become a future nuisance…" he clenched his hand into a fist. "So, that is why I need to eliminate you right now…"
Right after Hadrian had finished what he wanted to say, swords materialized in the air around the Abyssian. Azrael and Germany knew what Hadrian wanted to do to the Abyssian, so they hastily went to Canada and Italy so they could put their hands across their eyes. They knew the two were countries, but they still had some innocents in them that the two did not want to disappear.
"No… wait… please spare me…" the Abyssian tried to make Hadrian stopped sending all of the swords towards him. "I'll go… I'll go… just spare me…"
"Do you think I'm that gullible?" Hadrian asked emotionlessly. "I know the moment I let you go, you will stab me in the back… You, Abyssians, are the same… don't have any guilt in their hearts…"
It was true, every human soul that had been sent to the abyss were the souls that could not gain redemption for what they had done to the human race in whole. They would do everything to the human race; killing, raping, torturing, and many more despicable things without any remorse in their souls.
"… I pity you…" after he said that, Hadrian swung his hand to the side and all of the swords rained down and pierced every places in the Abyssian's body. Blood sprayed out from the piercing wounds like a fountain and they painted some of the walls and the floor with the colour of red.
However, even after Hadrian had commanded all the swords to stab every places in the Abyssian's body, the said Abyssian still alive, but the teen knew he was in the brink of death. So with that in his mind, Hadrian, slowly approached the dying Abyssian and while walking closer towards him, he created another sword and grasped it with his right hand.
"What does he want to do now?" asked China when he watched Hadrian approaching the dying Abyssian with a sword in his right hand.
"He wants to finish the job…" answered Azrael while pulling his hands away from Canada's eyes.
"Why… why doesn't Hadrian let him go?" asked Italy to Azrael. "He is dying right now…"
What Italy said was true. The Abyssian was dying and Hadrian could let him go, left him to die alone. So why should he go to the dying Abyssian with a sword in his right hand? Russia really could not comprehend what Hadrian wanted to do at this moment.
"Because Hadrian wanted to give him an absolution…" said Azrael. "He knows if he let him die from his wounds… the Abyssian's soul will go back to the Abyss and in that place he will be tortured for eternity by his Master…" he looked at the others. "It's true that all of us don't like the Abyssian, but that doesn't mean we will let them being tortured for eternity by their master…"
"What kind of absolution that Hadrian will give the dying Abyssian?" Britain asked Azrael.
Azrael looked back at Hadrian who was now standing in front of the dying Abyssian. "What kind of absolution that Hadrian will give to him" he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "He will obliterate his soul… making his cease to exist…"
"W-what?" Italy looked Azrael with disbelief. "He… he will obliterate that dying creature's soul? That's… that's so cruel…"
Azrael turned around so he could look at the countries in their eyes. "Listen, for us… obliterating the Abyssian's souls is something merciful… if we let the dying Abyssian dies without us delivering a final blow, their soul will be tortured for eternity without any forgiveness from their master…" he narrowed his eyes. "So, what do you think more cruel; obliteration of a soul or being tortured for eternity?"
"But…"
"Stop!" Azrael raised his hand. "All right, think like this… one of you soldiers is being kept by your enemy… they torture this soldier every day until his mind break and cannot function normally like the others… what will you do stop their pain?"
"… Send them to mental hospital?" Italy was not sure the answer was the right one.
"And put them in pain, misery, nightmare, and broken mind until the day they died come?" Azrael tilted his head to the side. "That's cruel…"
Russia knew what Azrael was trying to say to them. He asked them to choose the lesser evil of two choices that every human saw as cruel. With a sigh, Russia looked at Azrael and answered without any hesitation in his voice. "I'll do what Hadrian will do… I'll put them out of their misery…"
"You are similar…" said America. "You two are psychopaths…"
"America…" Canada whispered in exasperation.
"They aren't psychopaths…" said Azrael. "Hadrian and Russia had different mind sets from all of you because of what they are… Russia because his bloody past that cannot be comprehended by everyone in this room… from the moment he comes to existence, blood and pain are the only things that he understands…" he crossed his arms. "All of you need to be thankful that he can suppress his dark side and act normal or something bad will happen…"
Russia did not say anything at Azrael's words. What the icy-blue eyed man said was true, from the moment he came to existence, all he knew was blood and pain, not only from the enemies of his country but from his own people. He still remembered when his own people thought he was a freak because he could not die or because of his unnatural eyes colour and hair. It was painful and sometimes it made him wanted to curl away and disappeared.
"Meanwhile Hadrian… he will do anything to make sure the place that he guards won't be destroyed…" Azrael said. "He knows if the place he guards is destroyed… many bad things will happen. He will do anything, even it means painting his hands with blood… for Hadrian the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few…"
Russia watched his boyfriend raised his sword and then swiftly cut the Abyssian's head clean from his body. The moment he done that, the body started to dissolve into dust. After the teen had done that he dismissed the sword in his hand and went to where Azrael and Japan were.
"How is he?" Hadrian asked Azrael.
Azrael examined Japan for a moment before looked at Hadrian. "The corruption has started…" he told the teen.
"Is there… is there something that we can do to save Japan?" Britain asked Azrael.
"Fortunately the corruption still in early stage so I can help him…" Azrael told the British before looked at Hadrian. "Hold his hands… I don't want him hurting himself…"
Hadrian nodded his head and held Japan's hands so he could not attack Azrael when he tried to save him. After Azrael had sure that Hadrian held Japan's hands tightly, he took a deep breath and then plunged his right arm into Japan's chest. This action of course made the countries screamed in surprise and disbelief.
"What… what the hell are you doing, dude?" America yelled at Azrael and went to the man. However, before he could touch the icy-blue eyed man, an oppressive aura made America stopped. When he looked at the man, he saw a pair of glowing icy-blue eyes.
"Touch me and your friend will die…" Azrael told America. "What I'm going to do is dangerous… I need to pull the corruption away from his soul and if I make a little wrong move, your friend's soul will be destroyed…"
Hadrian tightened his hold when Japan started to trash around. He knew this happened because what the healing that Azrael did in the Japanese' soul was really hurt and Japan could feel it even though he was in an unconscious state.
"B-but your arm is inside his chest!" America screamed at Azrael. "You're killing him!"
Britain moved closer to look more closely and what he found made his mind blown in disbelief. It was true Azrael's arm was inside Japan's chest but there was no blood. "No, America… Azrael doesn't hurt or kill Japan… there's no blood…"
Azrael turned back to his work and ignored whatever that happened behind him. Every second he had in healing Japan from the corruption were precious and he would never waste it. With that in his mind, the icy-blue eyed man searched where the corruption was in Japan's soul more thoroughly and not long he found it. Without wasting another seconds, Azrael pulled his arm out of Japan's chest and everyone in the room could see a black bell in Azrael's hand. That black ball was filled with so much bad feeling that made Russia and some of sensitive countries to move back a little.
Hadrian looked at the black ball in Azrael's hand and touched it with his fingers. The moment Hadrian's fingers touched the black ball, it started to vibrate until cracks appeared across it and in merely a minute, the black ball was destroyed into dusts. Of course the moment the black ball had gone; Japan stopped trashing around and went back to a calm unconscious state.
Slowly Azrael stood back to his feet and looked at China. "You can take him home now… the corruption had gone from his soul… he will not become a living doll as the two of us alive…"
After thanking Azrael for healing Japan from being corrupted, China put Japan on his back. Meanwhile China did that, Russia went to Hadrian, who was repairing his scarf position, and gave him a hug. This sudden action caused Hadrian became stiff but only for a second or two before he put his arms Russia's broad shoulders.
"We need to go back now, Hadrian…" Azrael told the teen. "It will be no good to stay here for I fear the others will come here…"
Hadrian nodded his head and moved one of his arms away from Russia's shoulders so he could dismiss the barrier that had been surrounding the area. After he done that, the teen continued with using a teleportation that would send everyone back to their homes. In a blink of an eye, the room was empty, as if everything that happened not too long ago had never happened in the first place.
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In Russia's mansion after the Russian took Azrael to one of the guest bedroom, he went to find Hadrian. The Russian found the teen in the kitchen, drinking a cup of earl grey tea. He did not go to where the teen was; he decided to observe him from the doorway.
Hadrian sensed someone was observing him and turned to the right, only to find Russia standing in the doorway with a small smile on his face. "… Hey, Ivan…" he greeted the Russian.
Russia went to sit on the chair opposite Hadrian and rested his chin on top of his linked hands. "Are you all right?" he asked the teen.
The teen did not say anything for a moment before with a sigh he told the Russian what was in his mind. "… I'm sorry…" the Russian arched his eyebrow in confusion. "My appearance in your life has made you and your colleagues in danger."
"Don't be absurd…" Russia said. "From the Abyssian we know that with you in our lives or not, they will do whatever they want to do us, the countries…" he took Hadrian's small hands in his larger ones. "So stop blaming yourself… everything isn't your fault and I will make everyone that thinks differently meets meet Mr. Pipe…"
Hadrian looked down at his small hands that being held by Russia's large hands. He could feel the warm feeling whenever Russia took his hands into his own. It as if Russia was… he shook his head when that kind of thought appeared in his mind.
Russia knew something Hadrian still could not believe he was in a relationship with Russia. He knew it must be had a connection with his dark past and for the truth Russia did not like it. One day he would make Hadrian realized that he took the teen in this relationship for the long ritual, not only for a year or two; he wanted the teen in his life forever.
With that in his mind, Russia gently pulled Hadrian's hands towards his face and then softly kissed his knuckles. When he looked up slightly to se Hadrian's reaction, he was astonished and happy when he saw a small blush on the teen's cheeks. That was a sign that his boyfriend slowly but surely started to gain his emotions back.
Hadrian could feel his face flushed a little at Russia's romantic gesture; kissing his knuckles, as if he was something precious to the Russian. Taking a small deep breath, the teen rose from his seat so he could move across the table and gave Russia a gentle kiss on the lips.
Russia was surprised at the gesture but before Hadrian could pull back, he wrapped his arms around the teen's slim waist and pulled him across the table so he could put him on his laps. When the teen was on his laps, Russia started to kiss him properly and passionately.
Hadrian closed his eyes and let out a small sigh of contentment against Russia's lips. Once again the warm feeling in his chest became stronger than before and he let it happened for it made him felt… happy… inside. That was something that rarely happened to him after everything he experienced in his past life.
He wished for the warm feeling in his chest never disappeared. He loved it and he would make sure this feeling always in his life…
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Tbc…
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