Angel Of Darkness

Book 2: Fifty Shades Of Pitch Black

Chapter One: The Burden Of Guilt/ Lord Of Death

Hey, guess what? I AM 12, BITCHES! YEAH! FYI I know it didn't put this in the story, but here's something, Arthur did a little more killing than it seems. Pardon me, a lot more of killing. Anywho, a lot of little pairings here and their. I may do some clips of songs or quotes but not all the time. Also, a small exert from " the worlds Mother" If you can guess what that meant.

Summary For Book Two: When in the darkness their is no light, nothing but hate and agony, regret, sadness. It will keep going until it slowly sallows you whole. Then you will be welcomed into a new, blinding light. A light, of darkess.

"Your way too young to be broken, your too young to fall apart. Why won't you let me see this side of you? Trust me, you will make it though." – I am Not One

"So, tell me what has been occurred my child?" A huge, sun kissed woman, with long, lovely chocolate brown, flowing hair sat in a throne made of dirt, grass, and various toadstools.

"Mum, things are not going well, I am extremely concerned about humans and my sweet son. Those damn wankers… All their fault." A irritated, beautiful blonde, woman with massively thick eyebrows grumbled.

"Britannia, calm ye self down. Apparently, problems have been getting better." Britannia flashed a look of stress.

"How so Mum? I see nothing but lies!" The brit fumed.

The goddess sighed.

"Ye of little faith… Britney, just go check the gates, I feel as if more will be joining us." The Brit sighed angrily and stormed out of the room.

An another voice appeared.

"Heehee. She is a grumpy one, yes… Yin?" An oddly cheerful, but chilling voice came from behind the lady.

Yin boiled with rage, she didn't even have to turn around.

" Htrae, what do 'you' want? Why have thy come to torment me? 'FYI' Get your filthy fucking children off my planet, their affecting one of my grandsons." A pale skinned, bleach blonde, with startling curls, and eyes as black as coal appeared in front of the woman. He wielded an axe, purely made of darkness. The goddess did not flinch, just simply stared into the soulless eyes of the man in front of her. Her pure white eyes, challenged the dark pools of black, that represented his eyes.

"Listen, Yang, ye may be able to shower the sphere with cruelty and madness, but I shall refuse to let thy ruin my families lives!" Yin declared slamming her more elegant, axe of pure light onto the personification of the 2p World. The man easily deflected the blow with his axe, and leaned close into her face.

"We are not all pure as you, my friend. And 'ye" is not even pure, I can feel your wrath, Earth." Earth snarled.

She sent a bolt of lighting over to the god, only to miss and shatter a black and white orb placed carefully on a table.

Htrae disappeared into dust and left the woman to collected her thought. As she peered down at the orb that shattered she saw that the white part had completely obliterated, revealing the black goo inside, that splattered the floor. But the black side of the orb was completely intact, not a single scratch.

Earth felt water rise in her eyes.

'Is he right? Am I not as good as I think? Can the world be saved?'

She let that thought lay in her head, she was waiting for an answer, you to answer.

Canada and France

A, ginger blonde, with startling violet blue eyes, gazed across the snowy landscape. A flatten curl hovered over his face, as he bore a solemn expression. He had circular glasses on and brown goggles as well as a Canadian Uniform.

"Mattheiu? Where are you- Matthew turned around to face the blonde Frenchman.

"Here." He replied shortly.

"What's on your mind, Mattie?" Francis asked.

"Well, where the maple is my brother, why is Britain's economy fine but he's insane, and why the hell do I see double gangers around? Why are creepy made up fairy tales such as Slenderman and Jeff the killer coming to life? Why are they terrorizing my people? So many damn questions.." France sighed.

"You see, we may be nations, but we can break as easily as humans. The weight of black magic and being a nation was too much for soft hearted Arthur to bear. That and for some reason he always attracted the creepy fairytales and double gangers. Oh poor, Angleterre, if you want some one to blame for his… Sickness, its probably moi." Francis slumped a little, feeling extremely guilty.

"Ce n'est pas de votre faute, Papa." Matthew sighed and laid a hand on the taller mans shoulder. * Its not your fault, Papa *

"Merci, for trying to comfort me Mattheiu, but it's not going to work."

"Your failing at trying to be modest." Canada shook his head as the Frenchman tried to look offended.

"I am always modest, silly boy! Ah, the burden of guilt is so' heavy, I must carry it on my own."

"And the burden of eating snails."

WWW

Iggy and 'Merica

Arthur stared blankly, into his room, with a certain, dirty, blonde, American next to him.

Arthur turned his neck to see his former colony, right beside him, literally. Alfred's cowlick was slumped over but slighting bouncing along with his breath.

The raven-haired nation couldn't help but scoff and flick the strand of hair.

Mistake.

Alfred didn't wake up, but he lashed out a hand and grabbed Arthurs wrist, he sat up, still asleep, and he slammed Arthur onto the wall, repentantly. Of course, Arthur didn't stop him, too afraid to hurt the teenager.

Finally, America stopped and dropped Arthur and the American collapsed on the bed.

Crimson, was splattered everywhere, dripping off the walls, lapping at the carpet, soaking though the bed sheets.

The Brit just was thrown onto the floor, facing at the wall. He got up and rolls his eyes back into focus, for some demonic reason, his eyes were pure black and silted red pupils.

His wings weren't soft and leathery, no, they were purely made out of knifes. Arthurs once sheath able claws were now, giant, thick spikes, in a J type shape. Instead of his usual suit and hat, he was wearing a shimming cloak, with a hood. The hood had a ninja type mask covering his mouth, so your could only see his eyes.

He was no longer Arthur Kirkland, Britain, he was a true lord of death. After, America finally abused him for the last time.

WWW

America's P.O.V

I stretched, luxuriously, but stopped when something wet touched my foot. To be exact, I feel a warm sticky substance all over me. I opened my eyes, only to find darkness. Now why the hell doesn't Iggy have windows?

I swung my feet over the bedside and stood up, to find myself, once again, standing in something sticky and it continued to the light switch.

I flicked the light switch and stifled a scream.

All over the room, was blood.

Pure red, soaked every corner, all their was, was dark crimson.

I quickly rushed out the door and called out down to the stranger's down stairs.

"Hey, dudes! Is Britain with you?!" I called to the people below.

No answer, I ran downstairs, tripping over a few in the process, and skidded into the kitchen, only to find my double ganger and a couple others playing cards.

"Hello? Did you guys hear me?" They looked up with bored, dark, eyes.

"O-hon-o-hon. Your friend is somewhere bring fears come to life." That laugh, was haunting.

"I think he went to Europe, eh?" A thick Canadian accent came from the other side of the room.

"Si~ Maybe he is. But why didn't the bastarda, bring his weapons?" A, cold, Italian voice came from the table.

"Simple love's, he no longer needs them~" A cheery voice came from under the table..?

The two teenagers, who harassed me yesterday, were sitting on the counter and eating brightly colored cupcakes. They were glaring at me, red piercing blue.

"W-why does he no longer n-need.. Those things?" The male snarled and sent a cupcake flying my way, lucky I ducked.

My double ganger sighed and tossed out a card,

"It easy, to know, if you aren't so stupid you could of seen. The most slightest move of hate could set him off, and whatever you guys did, last night, it triggered him. Now, he is out destroying life's, breaking sanity." A few members of the group sniggered, as his small joke.

"F.Y. I You sleep with my boyfriend again, you won't ever need to protect your precious, Kentucky." He looked up and into my eyes, boring in to my soul.

"He's mine so piss off." I growled at him.

"Yours? Don't joke with me." While we were having a staring contest, some one, actually politely tapped on my shoulder.

"What!?" I snapped around to see a boy, with purple overalls, an orange and yellow sweater, and a cute white and purple hat offered a cupcake.

He had strange glowing green eyes and fiery ginger hair.

"Cupcake, mister? Looks like you need it." I took the cupcake and cautiously took a bite out of it.

Did the world just get brighter? Whoa why are their flying pop tarts? Why is everything soooo pink?

I stumbled around and finally fell over.

I felt the whole room burst with laughter.

"What a freak!" The female kicked me in the cheek.

I blinked and smiled viscously.

"I am… Not a freak- I stood up.

"No, I am just- out of nowhere I pulled out a variety of knifes and my eyes flashed a dangerous pink. I leaned close into her. "I AM JUST DRAWN THIS WAY!" The girl screeched and fell back onto the floor. The men, clapped and I bowed.

Why didn't I realize how nice it was to be insane?

I think I'll stay this way, at least, for a while.

Well, that was chapter one, of book two! I forgot to mention, book one is actually called, Dark Rising, but the whole series is called Angel Of Darkness. I got everything planned out, don't worry my friends. Anywho gotta jet!

Hasta La Pasta! *Quote from an awesome friend*

Hannah. L Smith