All right. I knew it took forever to get this chapter up, and I really do apologize. I just want to make sure I have this story go in a good direction, ya know? Only the best for you guys, fo sho!

Plus, again...writer's block has been a biatch!

Anyway, I've made you wait long enough.

Hope you like!

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa...Wait a minute. Back up. You're telling me Arthur's about to do...what now?"

Alfred listened as the small Japanese man on the other line breathed a small sigh before continuing.

"Alfred, I am sure you heard me correctly the last seven times I have told you. Arthur is planning on becoming a sacrifice for the demon."

The blonde gripped the receiver a little tighter, feeling as the anxiety slowly began to settle in. Is this how Arthur had felt when he had discovered the American's lifeless body out in the woods? Worried? Distraught? Maybe even hurt as he felt now?

Without thinking, Alfred began to shake his head in reply. Then, remembering Kiku could not see him, opened his mouth to speak. "We have to stop him."

"Alfred...how do you plan on helping when you are still in the hospital?"

Alfred paused, pondering that question for a moment.

"I'll find a way." And with that, he gently set the receiver back on the phone's hook in his room.

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Arthur sauntered on through, block after block, his steps slowing as he drew closer to his home.

Yes, he was very aware of the fact that he had agreed to this deal. It just didn't mean he had to hurry to his slaughter anytime soon.

He brought the bottle of beer he had purchased from a greasy liquor store, to his lips, taking a rather large swig. He stumbled as he did so, and he knew what a sight he must be to the motorists still out and about at 11:47 p.m.

The air was crisp, a chilly ring to the night, causing him to clutch a little tighter to the powder blue, button-down top clinging to his torso. At least he could rely on his old friend Jack Daniels to keep him warm.

A smile graced his pale lips as he chugged from the bottle once more.

However, his pleasure was short-lived as the two-story brick house came into view.

Regrettably, he felt his body tense at the sight of his home, where he knew the demon to be lurking already inside. He had made it clear back at the hospital he would have preparations to be made, and that he would arrive earlier than midnight.

Arthur glanced briefly at the rolex watch wrapped around his wrist. It now read ten minutes to 12:00.

After pouring the last bit of beer down his throat, the Englishman slowly sauntered to his house. Immediately, his mind filled with thoughts of his friends. Had they been correct in their attempt to persuade him out of this? Was there possibly a way out for him now?

He quickly shook the thought from his mind once he recalled Alfred's tortureous time in possession. Did he really want to witness another of his friends succumb to the same fate?

"Damn pride..." He muttered to himself, now noting the slur in his words. If he wasn't so terrified, he wondered if he would laugh at his voice at that moment.

Finally, he arrived at the olive-painted door. After fumbling for a few moments, he grasped the key from his pocket.

Feeling his heart begin to race, he gently pushed the door open.

Inside, he found the only source of light came from the dozens of candles formed in a circle surrounding some sort of table that held restraints on top, which Arthur guessed would be where he would die verly shortly. Even from the presence of the many candles, the light was still rather dim. In a way, Arthur was glad. This ritual would not alert any of the neighbors.

"I see you've made it."

Arthur turned to find Gilbert's body seated in one of his armchairs, the demon's eyes staring intensely in his direction.

"And I see you are early. You must be excited." As he added this last statement, a grin spread across Gilbert's ghostly pale features, as if reminding Arthur of what he had to fear.

But he would not allow this foul creature to see any of that. He would be brave until the very last second...

With a deep breath, Arthur opened his mouth to speak the words that tasted equivalent to acid on his tongue.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

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Poor Arthur. At least he spent his final hours doing what he loved best...Drinking!

Anyway, Just to add some suspense for you guys, someone is definitely going to die next chapter. It may be Arthur. Or it may not be. Either way, you'll just have to see next chapter who it is!

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