So, I plan on this being a long chapter, the one where things really start to pick up and all, lots happens and whatnot. This is where it starts to get interesting I think.
Ya know, I haven't really been saying this a lot on any of the other stories, but uh, I don't own Hetalia? I don't know why I would need to tell you this, you're on FanFiction for goodness sake, you know what happens here.
Whelp! Enjoy!
"Arthur-kun! W-wait up!" He had finished his classes for the day and was on his way home when a familiar voice called from behind him. Arthur stopped walking, looking back to see his friend running up to him, his black hair tousled as he came up.
"Oh, hey Kiku. What's up?" The blonde had been lost in his own thought's prior, so he felt bad that he hadn't noticed if Kiku had been trying to get his attention earlier.
The small Asian was bent over, hands on his knees as he tried catch his breath, holding up one finger in the universal gesture for give me a minute.
Arthur waited patiently for his friend to regain his composure, feeling a pang of guilt as he realized that he hadn't spoken to Kiku in over two weeks. He had practically cut himself off from civilization, only finally being forced to come back to school two days ago after missing it for so long. Arthur's shoulders stiffened as his thoughts began to trail back to Alfred. He had managed to keep him out of his mind most of the day, but the closer to solitude he came the more he seemed to think about his boyfriend….or who used to be his boyfriend as some might say, but he wouldn't let go. Not yet.
"So how are you doing? Have you been okay" By this point Kiku seemed to have recovered and was now staring at Arthur with a cautious air, probably noticing some of his friends tension.
Arthur realized this; he had felt the pity filled stares all day, and quickly slipped on his mask, an emotional barrier he had developed over the past few days to hide what he was really feeling as people tried to sympathize with him. He didn't want people to stare at him like that, he didn't want them to know what he went through, or for people to think they knew how he felt. So he would put on this mask and pretend that none of it bothered him as much as it really did.
"Oh I'm fine." He smiled at his friend, it felt out of place there on his face. "How about you? You're the one who just ran about half a mile." He finished with a halfhearted chuckle, yet another thing that felt foreign to him now.
Kiku's eyes seemed to bug a little, surprised at the lighthearted conversation that Arthur had engaged in, but decided it was best to just go along with it. He walked with Arthur, the two chatting a little too casually, until he had to go a different direction home, wishing the blonde farewell before parting.
Arthur heaved a sigh as he watched his friend leave, oddly relieved to be alone once more. All he wanted to do was lay in bed, curl up next to the spot where Alfred used to sleep whenever he stayed over, and drift off into a hopefully dreamless sleep. He used to like imagining that Alfred was still there, laying beside him, watching him sleep like he used to, but whenever he would open his eyes to find Alfred not there, he was forced to face the knowledge that he never would be again. It was this that pulled him into a deeper depression for so long.
A few droplets landing on his skin drew his mind away from the dark thoughts momentarily, only just noticing the rain that began to fall. For a moment he just stood there, turning his face up toward the sky and feeling the cold wetness trail down his skin, giving into the feeling he had kept pent up all day. No one would be able to see his tears being washed away by the rain.
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Arthur lay in his bed, wide awake and unable to go back to sleep. He was afraid to. After coming home from school he had promptly plopped onto his mattress, quickly falling into a deep sleep that he soon found hard to get out of. A once pleasant dream quickly warped into a devastating nightmare. He had been walking with Alfred after a dinner at a nice restaurant, the two laughing and joking pleasantly when all of a sudden stone walls grew from the ground besides them, casting them in dark shadows. Arthur turned around in a panic, Alfred no where to be found. And then, just as quickly, he was there again, his body twisted in impossible angles as his eyes stared out lifelessly into the darkness. A pool of crimson was growing around him, Arthur staring in horror as the blood began crawl towards him, twisting sickeningly up his legs. He was frozen, unable to move as the tendrils climbed, all the way past his neck and seeping into his mouth and down his throat, mangled cries escaping his him before it started choking him, drowning him in the coppery liquid.
What made it worse was that at some point Alfred had come to stand in front of him again, his blue eyes bright and terrifying, watching as Arthur was engulfed in the searing red heat. His body still mangled and beaten, his jaw hung wrong, though the words he spoke rang clearly through Arthur's mind.
"I'm sorry."
Arthur bolted upright, the sheets tangling around his legs sending him into a slight panic before he realized he had woken up from the night mare. After that he refused to shut his eyes, afraid that he would plummet into the same horrific dream. Or maybe one worse.
With a sigh he rose from the bed, looking over at his clock to see that it was about two thirty in the morning before walking over to his window. With a little bit of effort he managed to get the old frame open, allowing the breeze to come in and chill some of the sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead. The air rustled the curtains next to him, making them billow in the gentle breeze, a sense of calm filling the atmosphere as he closed his eyes and basked in the momentary peace when a strong air rushed in, making him wince at the surprising chill. He could hear papers rustle on his desk, quickly turning to catch the falling pieces before they got too messed up.
"Great, I should really put all of this stuff away…" With a sigh he began to gather the papers up, sorting them into neat little piles and then stacking up the many books he had there, planning to put them back on the shelf in their respective places.
One of the books lay open, a few of the pages flipping before he rested his hand on it, about to close it when he stopped. It was one of his spell books he had lying around; he loved to study these sort of things, it wasn't as if he really believed in all of that stuff, of course not, he wasn't crazy, but some of the smaller things never hurt to try. But this was one he had found a while back when shopping with Alfred, much more dark spells between its pages than he ever dared try. This particular page had a slip of paper stuck into it, just a scrap piece of paper that seemed to be acting as a bookmark.
How odd. Arthur mused as he looked at the contents of the page curiously, his eyes widening as he looked closer at the description there. The page was about summoning demons, all the different types and reasons a person may have for summoning such a creature into the human world. On the reverse side there was a grotesque depiction of a creature; long horns curling around its face and nearly into it eyes, forked tongue and long claws out as it held a human in its arms, surrounded by fire in the pits of hell. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight, the disturbing image burning into his mind. But it was one sentence that caught his attention and had him standing motionless, dismissing the image of the creature.
…grant wishes."
In that instant everything in Arthurs world turned upside down. He vision blurred as his mind ran a mile a minute, trying to grasp just what the page was telling him. Sure, there were a lot of things you could do with a wish, but only one thing spoke up in his mind.
Alfred. I-I can bring Alfred back.
Tears began to flow out of his eyes as the words on the page made everything inside of him melt, only one thing important to him now. He knew it was risky, and that he would probably have to give up something very dear to him. Considering it was a demon he was talking about, that thing could likely be his soul. But if it meant he could bring back Alfred, so be it.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Arthur sat in the middle of his bedroom, all the furniture pushed off to the sides to make space for the circle of candles that surrounded him, the only light source there at the moment. A variety of colors were needed for this ritual; a blue candle to bring about stability and wisdom in his choices made within the circle, a yellow candle for concentration, one could not afford to be distracted when conducting such a dangerous task. Orange to his left to bring forth his intentions for summoning the demon, many might try to bait you into making another deal with them so it was a good reinforcement. Black to his right would open the deeper levels of his consciousness, allowing more energy to flow into the spell. And finally, two blood red candles sat on either side of a tall mirror he had set up in front of him, the candles a magnifier for the doorway he would create. It took him only twenty minutes to set it all up, and he was as ready as he would ever be.
Opening up the book, he began to recite the inscription that was on the back of the page, a shiver running up his spine as he spoke.
Silence make the demons come alive, Silence make the demons come alive,
Silence make the demons come alive, Silence make the demons come alive, Silence make the demons come alive;
I call upon the power of the Dark Lordis and I invite the great demons, you may enter
He could feel the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees, his image in the mirror seeming to darken and warp as he continued.
Satanatus, o' great demon
Satanatus, your power strengthens here
Satanatus, Of which I summon
Satanatus, Come through this door, opened for you
Satanatus;
Life of the great demons, come to us.
Arthur paled as the energy in the room intensified, the power so thick it was almost suffocating. His reflection was no longer his, a warped, dark figure in his place growing larger and larger as it crept closer. Long claws resembling hands reached up to the glass, as if it were expecting resistance, a sinister grin appearing on the dark mass when it found none.
The blonde held still as the demon emerged from the mirror, the figure distorted as if he was viewing it through rippled water. The only thing that stood out to him was the piercing blue eyes. There was no light, no whites in the eyes that stared at him with such intensity that he felt the creature was looking at his very soul, yet the blue seemed to glow in contrast to the black that surrounded them. The darkness began to take shape, the black wisps shrinking back until it took a solid shape. He saw the shape roll its head, as if it were adjusting to the solid form, stretching its limbs away from its body and coming back down to the sides with color, becoming more defined every second.
Arthur blinked. No longer was the figment of nightmares standing before him, but a woman. Slender and tall, she stood regally, looking down at him with a sneer on her face. The change had happened so quickly that Arthur couldn't make top or bottom of it.
"Well?" the platinum blonde before him was tapping her foot, impatient, her long hair rubbing against her calves as she did so.
Arthur was aghast; he didn't really know what he had expected to face when he decided to summon a demon, but surely it wasn't this.
My dad would freak out if he ever saw all the stuff I was looking up for this story. He'd probably think I was worshiping satan or something. (his side of the family is full of Christian Extremists)
Off to delete my history~
Dude, even I felt creeped out looking up how to summon demons…shit man. Hope you guys appreciate the lengths I went to make this as uh, realistic as possible. Yeah, lets call it that. I found a halfway decent incantation, but I changed it up until I thought it sounded better lol.
So do you guys know who it is? I would think its obvious, but I dunno what goes on in everyone else's heads. Who wants to guess?
Reviews? :D