Warning: Swearing. (Not much of a surprise) and some violence. Read the A/N!
Arthur wasn't scared of these Demons, annoyed yes, but scared…never. That was not to say the same for Lovino and Matthew, who had rarely, if ever, seen Demons. Needless to say they were too scared to actually speak.
"Three scared Angels." The one with white-silverish hair said sinisterly. The other two walked close behind him, annoyed.
"What are you bloody demons doing here?!" Arthur asked unafraid and slightly angry and majorly annoyed. Arthur didn't have time to deal with them.
"Gilbert we don't have time for this! We have to find it!" The one with honey blond hair said. When Matthew finally looked up at the honey blond he noticed something. 'He looks a lot like me with blue eyes though!' Matthew thought to himself.
"Alfred's right amigo, we don't want anyone to get hurt!" The one with brown hair who was way too perky says.
"What the hell are you guys talking about, demon-bastards?!" Lovino yelled annoyed as ever. He just wanted the demons out of here, the children will be out to play soon and he didn't want them to have to be around demons. (Not like he cared or anything!)
"We are looking for something we lost." The slightly perky (Antonio) one told Lovino.
"We need to find it." Alfred said looking around the park.
"I was sure I saw it run this way!" Alfred said scratching his head confused.
"This is ridiculous! Matthew, come on we are leaving!" Arthur said grabbing Matthew's wrist and starting to drag him away from the demons. Lovino looked pissed that he was being left behind to deal with three demons!
Gilbert looked at them in shock. He realized that they the two of them were higher lever Angels. Fuck! Alfred had to be right! It was close! They always go after higher level Angels! Gilbert though as he ran after the duo.
"No! Wait! You guys can't leave!" Gilbert yelled trying to catch up with the duo.
"Oh? And why bloody hell not?" Arthur asked obviously annoyed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Gilbert looked like he didn't want to say why.
Antonio, being the lovable idiot that he is, screams out
"YOU GUYS I FOUND THE HELLHOUND!" of course attracting the Hellhound to all of them.
The creature looked like a mad dog, but like ten times bigger, almost the size of a bear, it crawled on all fours! Dark as night, with almost all black eyes, except for the red ring around its iris. It was growling, and showed its razor sharp yellow teeth that was dripping with blood from a fresh kill. The beast had no fur and was dark in color, it had long talons for claws.
"What the hell is that?!" Lovino yelled as the beast came charging at the group.
"RUN!" Alfred yelled gripping the British Angel and running as fast as he could. Antonio gripped Lovino's wrist and started to drag him, but it was more like Lovino was dragging Antonio (Lovi could run fast when needed). Alfred and Antonio led the two Angels up a tree to keep them safe. They got down to help Gilbert find something that they could use to chase the beast faster.
That is when they heard a small yelp. They forgot about one Angel!
The beast had pounced on to of Matthew, who was fending the beast off quite well. He was able to keep the beast from eating his face, which was a good thing. He, although being scratched across the chest (hurt like a bitch, but the marks were only shallow and wouldn't scar), was able to hold the beast above him so it wouldn't completely rip him apart. If only he had a fricken weapon, this thing would be dead!
"Matthew!" Arthur and Lovino yelled when they saw their friend being mauled by a fricken whatever-the-hell -that-thing-is!
Gilbert didn't know what came over him, but he attacked and grabbed out his sword (specified demon weapon) and ran to the hellhound, and although he should have just stabbed the thing, he didn't. He tried to pry the thing off of the young Angel.
This was working great, until the damn thing decided to bite him and latch himself to Matthew.
Matthew yelled in pain as it bit through his bone, well that's going to take forever and a day to heal Matthew thought as he screamed. He didn't want the creature to bite his arm off but it seemed to have his arm in a death grip.
Matthew didn't even notice the tears in his eyes, from the pain. He was too busy trying to get away from the creature, but every move he made felt like his arm was getting sawed through. The pain was indescribable. It stung and burned wherever he moved, he tried to keep back small yelps, he whimpered in pain. He could see his arm turn purple from the amount of blood rushing towards the open wound.
The blood from Matthew's arms was dripping from the beast's mouth, tainting the pure white snow that laid beneath him.
Alfred and Antonio ran to help Gilbert control the Hellhound.
Gilbert finally decides to stab the damn thing, which opened its mouth as it howled in pain.
After a few excruciatingly long minutes for Matthew's arm was free from the beast.
Alfred and Antonio took the opportunity, when the beast was howling, to pounce on the beast and tie him down (using a muzzle and rope that they had). The beast was now subdued.
When the beast was gone, Matthew was helped to his feet, by Gilbert. Gilbert could only see fear in Matthew's violet eyes. Fear that seemed so foreign in those innocent eyes. Matthew put his hand, instinctively, over the wound to protect it.
"Matthew, are you okay?!" Arthur and Lovino said as they ran to him.
"What the hell was that, you demon bastards?!" Lovino asked clearly pissed off.
"You bloody near killed our friend!" Arthur accuses.
"SHUT UP FOR A FEW SECONDS!" yelled Gilbert exasperated.
"My idiot friend here," Gilbert says, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance of the two Angels, and gesturing to Antonio, "seemed to let one of the hellhounds he was supposed to be guarding, escape. We didn't want anyone to get hurt, so we rushed to Earth as soon as we found out to control the problem." Gilbert says annoyed to Arthur and Lovino, but looks at Matthew.
"I am so sorry. No one was supposed to get hurt." Gilbert said to Matthew directly, but showing no emotion.
"It's fine at least none of the children were here." Matthew says worriedly about others, not caring that his arm was nearly bit off.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! Because of these bastardos your arm was nearly torn from your body!" Lovino yelled in rage.
Arthur was looking at the wound, Matthew seemed to wince more.
"Matthe-" Arthur started but was cut off by a loud, brash, blond demon.
"Gilbert. Little Angel dude needs to come with us. If the wound isn't treated properly, he could very well die from the bite." Alfred said seriously, walking closer towards Matthew, who backed away to his friends.
"We are perfectly capable of taking care of our friend!" Arthur says, placing a protective arm around Matthew, who seemed to actually start being affected by the cold, icy weather. He was shivering and his lips were turning blue.
"You demon-bastards! Stay away from him!" Lovino says as he steps in front of Arthur and Matthew.
"What are you going to do?! Huh? Are you going to lock him in his room in heaven?! Pray that God doesn't find out?! He will be dead before the sun rises if you did that…and something worse will take his place!" Gilbert yells, knowing what would happen to Matthew if they didn't treat him.
"What are you talking about, albino bastard?" Lovino asked, a little scared for their friend.
Gilbert sighs in annoyance.
"Back when the wars were going on, the Hellhounds were used to attack high-level Angels, and those Angels would be forced to be put down. I don't really want to say how or why, because it will terrify your friend right now. You guys just need to trust us." Gilbert says.
Gilbert had heard stories from his grandfather about, what demons called, Dark Angels. Although he knew Angels would never hear the stories, since they were supposed to be pure and all, Dark Angels were said to be worse than the malevolent spirits that haunted the depths of Hell. They weren't Fallen Angels, they weren't Demons, and they sure as hell weren't Angels. They looked a little like Fallen, but they were what nightmares were made of. Wings that were like a bats, jet black, eyes that had no soul, dark and lifeless, and claws that were sharpened like a Hellhound's. Teeth that were just as sharp as a Hellhound's, able to bite through even the toughest of steel. They only had a craving for human flesh, and (supposedly) no amount would sedate their horrendous appetite. Dark Angels were used to scare little Demons, like the boogey man. Older Demons would tell the little Demons that Dark Angels could come after them, and take them in the night, but as time went on the little Demon would learn that Dark Angels would only crave human flesh. They were created when an Angel was bit by a Hellhound. This was why Hellhounds were used in the wars. He couldn't tell the little Angel that he would turn into a Dark Angel, if he didn't get treated.
"Why would we trust you?!" Arthur says, before Gilbert could respond Lovino started talking to Arthur.
"Look tea-bastard. We don't have time for this. The meeting starts in 20 minutes, you need to go. No one would notice if Matthew isn't there-" Lovino was cut off my Matthew making an offended whine.
"Sorry Matthew but you know it's true." Lovino said sadly.
"I will go with Matthew, after the meeting come back here and I am sure one of these demon bastards will take you to where we are. I will tell Feli to cover my shift here." Lovino says glaring at the Demons, who immediately agreed with the plan.
"I don't like this, but we don't have a bloody choice." Arthur says sadly, before giving Matthew to the albino Demon (Lovino couldn't carry Matthew, plus he was being annoyed by a Spanish Demon). Arthur held Matthew's hand.
"I will be back in a few hours. I promise." Arthur says before letting go of his dear friend's hand (he almost thought of him like a son.)
Arthur looks straight into Gilbert's eyes. Both were dead serious.
"If you hurt him, it will be the last thing you ever do." Arthur said before leaving a stunned Gilbert.
Alfred was stifling back laughs. Gilbert growled at Alfred, and held the young Angel close to him.
"Come on let's go! Alfred take the Hellhound!" Gilbert ordered before starting to walk ahead of the group, Alfred mumbling…something along the lines of 'why do I have to take the Hellhound?'
Gilbert could see that the young Angel was freezing, the quicker we get out of here the better Gilbert thought as they continued to walk towards the forest.
"Oi! Albino-bastard, where are we going?!" Lovino asked.
"Somewhere safe!" Gilbert responded. Lovino mumbled angrily about stupid bastard being too vague.
We need to get to Grandfather's cabin. Gilbert thought as they started to trudge through the woods.
To be continued in the next chapter...
A/N:
I told you I would update this weekend! Yay! I actually updated on time for a change! Anyway...I don't think I am going to be updating this coming weekend AP/Dual English IV is kicking my butt! I have a lot of things due...not to mention make up assignments because I got sick, and I have to pass all my classes...yeah...bright side I got accepted to the colleges I wanted (*whispers* no one cares)...but yeah this week is going to be really hectic and then the following week is 9 weeks exams. (Some teachers don't care but others do)...But then the week after that is SPRING BREAK! Yassss! so I will update twice during spring break! I promise! I will try to update...not this coming weekend...but next weekend! I promise on that too!
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Zen4365