Shinigami-cat: Hey people, here is the next chapter. I hope you all like this chapter. I put a fair amount of effort into it so I hope you enjoy it… I OWN NOTHING!

Door of Regret

"WHERE IS HE?!" Screamed Prussia as he slammed Al against the ground again, hearing his head crack against the ground. A small blood pool was starting to form under the 2p demon.

Al just laughed in his face as he skull cracked against the floor. "Go ahead, kill me! It'll get you nowhere! That angel's just as good as dead!"

Prussia snarled at the demon. "Tell me where the fuck he is and I might just kill you quickly."

The demon laughed airily. "You don't get it do you? The more time you waist trying to get information out of me, the closer and closer the that other demon and that human get to getting killed!"

Prussia growled deep in his throat. "What have you done to them?"

Al smirked through his bloody teeth. "They are both getting funnelled to the worst place in the castle… No one goes in there and comes out alive. I hope you weren't too attached to those two!" He started to cackle and cough up small amounts of blood.

"… So that's it huh?" Asked Prussia. "You're useless to me now, aren't you?" He was done with this demon's bullshit. He plunged his hand into the demon's chest and ripped out its heart, tossing it aside. With the monster dead, Prussia stood up and sighed. "Fuck… Now I have to save Ludwig and Matthew…"

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Matthew continued to walk down the hallway, like the woman's voice had said. He didn't know what to expect, probably something bloody and violent no doubt. Of course it would be. It was a demon's castle.

He sighed a little to himself. 'No monsters of guards… I guess I'm going the right way. This is fucking stupid. I don't even have something to kill them if I do get attacked. Heck, I would settle for a sharp fork at the moment or a sturdy spoon.'

After a while, Matthew managed to get to a wall covered in decorative bas relief. It depicted what looked like demons fighting in battles and humans getting murdered.

"Okay, I get it. Demon's hate humans." Muttered Matthew. He approached the wall, sighing a little. According to the woman, there was a small door. It sees as though they both had different ideas about what a small door was. This door was several meters tall and highly decorated.

Lining the edges of the door were decorated in some kind of scribble. Probably the language that Prussia talked in sometimes. '… Let's see here… Go through the door and die, stay here and die. Either way I'm dead no matter what I do… Fuck it, let's do it.' With a deep breath, Matthew opened the door and stepped into the darkness.

The darkness didn't last for too long for the blond. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark and he was able to make out shapes and designs. It didn't watch the gaudy design of the door at all. It was in fact, too modern and peaceful. He turned to look at the door he had come through, surprised to see that it was now a normal looking door to an apartment.

"… Where in Hell did I end up?" He rubbed his eyes a little, not sure where he was. One second he was in Natalia's castle, now he was here. It seemed like he was back on earth in someone's apartment. But he couldn't be, could he?

Cautiously, he started to walk through the place, passing the kitchen, lounge room and several doors, all of which were closed. '… What the heck is this place?'

He was about to go back to the door he went through to try and open it again when the sound of someone popping the cork on a wine bottle. Curiosity getting the better of him, Matthew walked down the hall, coming closer to the source of the sound. He heard the clinking of glass behind a door and slowly opened it.

Inside the room was a man with long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. He was wearing a suit and drinking some imported wine without a care in the world. The whole situation was weird enough, but the thing that really freaked Matthew out was this man at the desk looked just like him. It was a copy. A reflection. It scared him.

"W-what?"

The copy chuckled from his desk. "You could have had it all… You could have had everything…"

"What the heck are you?" Asked Matthew in shock.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm you. But just call me Matt." Said the copy. "It'll be easier for everyone if you do. No confusing Matthew nonsense." He chuckled a little and started to drink some wine from his glass, unmoving from his chair.

Matthew frowned a little. "So… What are you, Matt?"

"I am Matt."

"Yeah, but what is, Matt?

Matt chuckled a little, swirling the red liquid around in his glass. "Matt, I, and you, Matthew are one and the same. I am me and you are you and we are one. Pretty simple and easy when you think about it."

"Not really."

Matt rolled his eyes and put his glass down. "To put is simply, you chose one thing and I chose the opposite. You chose left and I chose right."

So you chose the opposite to me with everything?" Asked Matthew. He gulped a little. "So back in high school you didn't…"

"I did."

"And?"

"I ended up being the most popular guy in high school."

"Wow."

Matt grinned at Matthew's reaction. "I know, right? Who would have thought streaking across a football field during half time would do that to a person? Bet you regret not doing that now."

Matthew shrugged. "A little… But I guess it doesn't matter much now."

"I guess." Muttered Matt.

Matthew frowned a little and walked over to the window, close to Matt's desk. "So… Where are we?"

"My house of course." Said Matt. "A nice place in the city. Unlike you I actually applied for that scholarship. I'm the co-owner of some company that sells fuck knows what. All I know is I'm crunching numbers and it's always good for me… I own five different houses all over Canada, including that shit house that our family used to own."

"That house isn't that bad." Muttered Matthew.

The other blond rolled his eyes and brushed off Matthew's comment with the wave of his hand. "It was shit and you know it. I bulldozed the place and built a better house. I got rid of all of our parents stuff too."

"Why?" Asked Matthew in shock. "That was… that was our childhood…"

"It was nothing but sappy memories that were holding me back." Said Matt. "I don't even regret getting rid of it all for a second… By doing so I got rid of who I once was and became someone much better."

"A disgusting, greedy, corrupt man?" Snapped Matthew.

Matt snorted. "You're just jealous of how I live. I have everything I could ever want and more."

Matthew rolled his eyes. "What about Kuma and Gilbert? Do you even know who those are?"

"Fucked if I know what a Kuma is." Muttered the other blond. He sipped a little more of his wine. "Though, I do know about that insatiable angel… Such an incredible whore."

Matthew felt his stomach flip. "… H-how do you know that?"

Chuckling, Matt stood up and walked over to Matthew. "Doesn't take a genius to figure it out… I fucked Gilbert… Like you I did save him and brought him back to the house." He grinned. "Then we had sex. Best thing I have ever done… I was also smart enough to actually have a look into supernatural beings because of that woman. I never told Gilbert that my wish was to have sex with him."

Matthew shivered with every word that fell from Matt's lips. Every syllable was laced thick with poison. It made Matthew want to puke. "So… what did you wish from him?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Said Matt. He sighed a little. "He was the best fuck I've ever had, so I wished that for as long as I wished we would meet once a week and have sex… It's nice to mix in an angel with the rest of the men and women."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Snapped Matthew. "Money, power, sex? Is that all you're interested in? You're no better than a whore!"

Matt glared at his counterpart. "Are you fucking kidding me? Who gives a shit if I sleep around a lot. I'm a man. No one would think twice if they saw three women leaving my bedroom."

He went to take another sip from his cup when Matthew knocked it out of his hand. "I don't care. What's all this I'm a man crap? Male or female if you sleep around just for the heck of it you're no better than pigs. Doing something like that without love… That's just stupid!"

Matt smirked at Matthew's outburst. "So… You really think sex without love is wrong? Look around you, you little shit. No one gives a fuck. As long as you both get something out of it it's fair game. Love has no place in this world. It just gets you hurt!"

"Are you still hurt over what she said to us all those years ago?" Growled Matthew. "Were you that hurt by her rejection that you became so inhuman and bitter?"

"If I'm fucking bitter it's because life isn't fair!" Yelled Matt. "I just live my life without regrets unlike yourself! You know that everything you've done there's always something else that you wanted to do more and you regret not doing it!" He looked Matthew over one more time before turning to leave. "Now go kill yourself or something. I have better things to do."

As he walked away, Matthew couldn't help but smile. "So what if I have regrets? They made me human. I don't mind having them. I let my regrets go a long time ago."

Matt froze at the doorway. "… What?"

"Do I regret not doing some of those things? I do, but it doesn't matter." Said Matthew. "I like myself just the way I am now."

"But all the things you missed out on!" Snapped Matt. "All the money and all the opportunities! Everything is gone! You can never get it back ever!"

"So? It just means I did something different." Said Matthew calmly. "Besides, if I had to redo everything I wouldn't change a thing… because there is no way in hell I would ever want to turn into a sick and twisted bastard like yourself."

For a moment, Matt's pupils turned to slits as frowned made its way across his lips, but only for a moment. It was quickly replaced by a pleasing smiled and soft eyes. "You simply say that because you don't know what it's like… Come with me. I'll show you what you're missing out on."

Against his better judgement, Matthew followed Matt down the hallway, but not before taking the empty wine bottle. 'It's stupid… but I just hope it will knock him out if I have to…'

Matt lead Matthew to a room and opened the door, smirking. "Go on… Have a look. See what you're missing out on."

Frowning, Matthew peered into the room; clothes scattered across the floor, wardrobe in the corner and a huge king sized bed against the back wall. He was looking into Matt's bedroom. Laying in the bed with his perfect porcelain skin, shining silver hair and soft dove wings was Gilbert, sound asleep. Looking at Gilbert like that made Matthew's blood boil.

Matt smirked and put his hands on Matthew's shoulder's whispering into his ear. "You missed out big here boy… He's a completely submissive whore in bed. All he cares about is physical pleasure. He doesn't care how he gets it, he just wants it." He chuckled a little. "This could have been your life… You wouldn't have had to do all those stupid missions. This life is better. You would be able to relax and enjoy everything this life has to offer you… A life indulging in all forms of pleasure, not just sexual. But honestly you could have had this angelic slut and-"

"He's not a slut." Said Matthew quietly. "He hates being called that."

Matt shrugged and moved away from Matthew. "So? What do I care? He's just a toy to me."

"… Don't you know anything about him?" Asked Matthew in shock. "Don't you know anything at all?"

"Why should I know anything about him?" Asked Matt as he made his way back to his study. "He's just a sex toy to me. Just something to play with when I have nothing else to do. It's not like I'm doing anything inhumane. He's not even human."

Something inside Matthew snapped. He tightly gripped the neck of the bottle and followed Matt closely. 'This… this bastard… He's not me… He'll never be me… He deserves to die. How is he any different from the other demons I've helped Gilbert kill?'

"I mean seriously, he's just a freak anyway." Said Matt as he walked into his study. Matthew softly closed the door behind them. "If being albino wasn't enough he had to have wings too!"

"He isn't just albino or an angel…" Muttered Matthew. "He's also half demon… His father is Lucifer, the fallen angel. His best friends are an Incubus called Francis and a Minotaur called Antonio. His brother is called Ludwig, who is a bounty hunter for Lucifer."

"Why should I care about that?" Asked Matt calmly. "All I care about is that he's ready and willing to put out." He turned around grinning, but stopped when he saw how Matthew was holding the empty wine bottle. "… What are you doing with that?"

Matthew chuckled a little as he slowly approached him. "You know… I do regret something more than anything else right now… and that's not killing you on sight. You filthy, disgusting, sinful bastard." He lifted the bottle and hit Matt in the face, making him stumble. "If I had to live my life again I would kill myself before I became you!" He hit Matt in the back of the head, making him fall. "Die." Growled Matthew as he got on his knees and hit Matt in the face repeatedly, not caring when the glass shattered. "Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, fucking die you worthless demon!"

By the time he was done beating Matt to death, his face was nothing more than a mangled mess to blood, broken teeth and soft tissue. A blood stain with a body on the floor. Matthew started to breathe deeply, his breath laboured. He couldn't believe he had actually killed him. He technically killed himself.

'No… I-I didn't kill myself, I just… I killed an illusion.' He thought to himself, desperately trying to believe it. 'This isn't real… It's just… it has to be something that the demon made… It has to be… Fuck if I… If I just…'

His mind went blank, like it had short circuited. Slowly Matthew stood up and left the room, stumbling down the hallway towards Matt's room. With bated breath he quickly opened the door, hoping to see Gilbert still sleeping in that bed, instead he was met with a hallway.

Blinking, Matthew looked around the darkened hallway. "What? Oh, shit, right… I need to find Prussia and Ludwig."

"You little shit!" Hissed the woman's voice. Matthew quickly turned to see a woman standing behind him. She had long platinum blond hair and haunting eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that this woman was Natalia. "What kind of human doesn't have soul crushing regrets? You should have committed suicide! Not fucking destroyed your illusion!" She was shaking with rage. "Screw it. You're dead now anyway!" She raised a clawed and into the air and swiped at him.

TBC

Shinigami-cat: Sorry for the cliff hanger. I'll update when I can. Please review.