A/N: Longer chapter than normal with 6k words, but I really like it c:

Plot: in an alternate universe where all of the countries are just angels living on land, and demons rule the underworld, no demon has ever gone into the overworld. Yes, there has been many wars to try and take it from the angels, but it's prohibited for a demon to go into the overworld. The overworld is guarded by impenetrable barriers, and no matter what, that barrier can't be broken. Even so, it's also guarded not just by demons on one side, but by Archangels on the other. Neither side wants the other, and if either go in the other's land, it is punishable by immediate death, or eternal torment, which is worse than death. An angel would have wings cut off and be subject to the worst death imaginable, and a demon would have their horns cut off after it was made visible forcibly, before it'd be grinded down, causing immense pain. The demon would be subject to a pain that no angel would comprehend. This has been law for eternity. No angel has ever had a demon in their world, no demon has ever had an angel in theirs. However, when one of the underworlds highest ranking demons is just too sick of his life, he, for some odd reason, longs to see the overworld. One day, he finally gets that chance when he's picked to be an ambassador for the underworld. He's set to make peace talks with the highest ranking angels of the Overworld, called the "G8", which was a group of the angels that were classed as eight powers. He siezes this chance as soon as he can though. Instead of doing these talks, or meeting them. As soon as he's over the barrier, he runs away from his title. Sadly, he can't forget he's a demon. Even if he wanted them to believe he wasn't a demon, he had wings darker than the night, as if it absorbed all the light, sucking it up and replacing it with nothingness, and of course, those two black horns that sprouted. He was by far, terrifying, but the only good thing about it was he could hide it, and of course, angels hid their wings and halo aswell, as it was bothersome. What happens to this demon as he meets person who takes him in as a brother, hiding it from him, and meets members of the G8 without knowing, and, without knowing, meeting alot of high-ranking angels along the way. What will happen to our demon as he tries to hide who he is? However, it was strange, as demons had never been scared, but he was terrified. He seemed to feel all of the worst emotions, though of course, he wouldn't dare hesitate to kill. This demon didn't just get his title without working for it. He was by far, one of the most feared, well-known demons in the underworld. He was so well known because of how merciless he was, and how sadistically cruel he apparently was. Rumors had always existed about how he'd torture demons to the brink of them begging for death, just to break them apart slowly, and then do unspeakable atrocities to them, but then again, these were just rumors, or were they? This demon seems to be quite strange, but even stranger after he realises what a specific G8 Angel is making him feel, love.. How can a demon deal with love?

Demon!Germany x Angel!Russia | Slight Angel!Italy x Demon!Germany (OneSided) | Angel!France x Angel!England (Established Marriage.)

Names:

Germany = Ludwig

Russia = Ivan Braginski

America = Alfred Jones

England = Arthur Kirkland

France = Francis Bonnefoy

Italy = Feliciano Vargas

Japan = Kiku Honoda

Prussia = Gilbert Beilschmidt

Belarus = Natalia Arlovskaya

Canada = Matthew Williams

China = Yao Wang

Hungary = Elizabeth (Skipping last name for her..)

Warnings: Hints of abuse, Somewhat torture (but just tazing someone to try get them to stop.), Hinted Eating disorder, Panic attack, Depictions of violence.

Chapter Five - Fear is always there | Ludwig P.O.V

His eyes slowly opened, he blinked a few times as he ajusted to the light in the roo-wait. Where was he? He looked around, confused. Everything was big.. Wait, no.. He moved his hand to rub his eyes, but he couldn't. He suddently looked down, his legs were tied up, and looking at his chest, a rope was going around it. He felt his stomach knot up again, he sighed. He looked around the room, it was lit by a light coming out of the ceiling, and he noticed a staircase to the side of him a short distance. He saw some shelves to have stuff, some useless tools and some kits for things, he then noticed a desk. The desk had a few books on it and some posters up at it, and the flooring was a nice wood. He sighed.

He pondered where he was, before he reached his conclusion, that scared him. He twisted his head to check if his wings were out, a great relief hitting him as he saw they weren't out, but he knew no demon could do this, and the last thing he saw was that sick angel, and then they fought.. And then it did that to him. He sighed at himself, that thing took his first one, but then, he tazed him, then there was falling.. Then there was pain.. Then, nothing.. Wait, so he was in the overworld still..? Perhaps some angel found him and tied him up to keep him as a trophy.

Maybe an angel realised who he was and was going to kill him? His mind raced with ideas. He was going to be tortured until he revealed who he was? He was going to be killed on the spot? He was terrified, but forced himself to coherency as he noticed the bandages on his body. No, if they wanted to kill him they wouldn't have bandaged him. He started to doubt that they knew who he was, after all, nothing would come within 50-feet of him in this world if they knew who he was.. Actually, make that a thousand feet probally. He laughed to himself bitterly at the thought, tasting the dryness in his throat, he coughed.

Suddently, he heard some muffled speaking, and then heard the top of that staircase making a clicking noise, as if a door opening, then a creaking noise. He then saw feet, and two angels walked down the staircase. Who were they? What did they want..? Did they know? His mind began racing again. He tried to calm himself as he stared at the two in bewilderment. One had long, messy and dirty blonde hair that went down to his neck, whilst the other had more neat, brushed golden hair that was short. He sighed as they looked at him, the taller, messy one looked at him with curiosity, whilst the shorter one, who he noticed had big eyebrows, looked at him with caution. The younger one was holding a glass of water though, that caught his attention, maybe they were nice? Perhaps.. Well, angels were good, right? He hoped so..

".. Hello?" The shorter one said, cautiously staring at him.

He looked up, meeting the short ones eye's, he stared in confusion, before snapping out of his daze, realising they'd just spoken, he thought it was best if he responded. Maybe it'd go better if he just tried to get on their good side this time, as it seemed they had the upper hand, and he wasn't about to show his wings or horn.

"Can you hear me?" The shorter one then said, forcing Ludwig to realise he'd been staring at him silently, like he had no clue what was happening. Ludwig felt like an idiot.

".. Yes." Ludwig said after a brief pause, collecting his thoughts, he found it best to try and be friendly in this situation, it seemed unwise to anger them.

"I thought you said they were insane, mon amour?" The taller one said with a funny sort of accent, looking at Ludwig with a slightly raised eyebrow, suspiciously studying him. He then heard the shorter one scoff.

"I said usually they are. They're not always, Francis." The shorter one replied.

Ludwig looked at the taller one, so, that was Francis? He'd remember it. He felt it best to.

"Sure thing, Arthur~." Francis had responded to the shorter, unintenionally informing Ludwig of the shorter one's name too.

".. Excuse me?" Ludwig interrupted, stopping Arthur before he could respond back to Francis, both of them turned to stare at him with a confused expression, though he sensed caution in Arthur.

"Can you untie me..?" Ludwig said in a monochromatic tone, going back to his blank, expressionless facade, which they seemed to be suprised by.

"First we'll need to know some things, is that Okay?" The shorter one said gently, trying to not cause any sudden emotions in Ludwig seeminly.

Ludwig nodded his head, causing Francis to stare at him, studying him, whilst Arthur let out a small sigh of relief and smiled.

"Wh-" Arthur was cut off by Francis.

"What's your name?" Francis said with a suspicious gaze, staring at him.

"I was going to say that, Francis. Don't interrupt me please." Arthur said with a cold gaze, causing Francis to nod hesitantly.

Arthur then looked at him, and he was hesitant to say.

"Well?" Arthur then said, breaking the silence as he furrowed his big eyebrows, staring at him expectantly.

".. Ludwig .. " He finally said, clearing the dry lump in his throat.

"Ludwig?.. That sounds almost familar to me. Odd." Arthur said to nobody in particular, causing Ludwig to try change the subject.

"Can I have a drink?" He'd added with a raspy voice, causing Arthur to quickly jump, getting the water and going to give it him before he realised he was bound.

"Do you want a straw to drink it?" Arthur said politely, though he sensed annoyance.

Francis didn't wait for Ludwig to respond, and got one immediately, returning with a green, plastic straw. He placed it in the cup, and Ludwig drank the whole glass. Arthur then put it down and stood back up.

"Alright, Now will you answer our questions?" Arthur said with a smile.

"J- Yes. However, I need you to untie me." He said, catching himself before he said the full word, he smiled up at the two.

"Can you promise you won't try to escape or fly away?" Arthur asked cautiously, staring at him with a suspicious gaze.

"I can definitely promise I won't be flying away." He said sternly, catching Francis off guard seemingly, as Francis flinched when he said that.

He watched as Arthur looked at Francis, and Francis looked at Arthur in return. Arthur nodded at Francis, before francis went upstairs, quickly hopping back down with a large knife and an wary smile.

"Stay still, alright? We'll untie you." Arthur had said with a calming tone.

Francis approached him with a smirk, stepping down, Ludwig immediately felt a burning pain seethe through his entire body, and his face contorted to one of pure agony as Francis cut the ropes that bound his arms and back to the pillar, however, he tried to hide the pained expression, but he already knew it was too late, he knew from the way he'd seen Arthur staring at him with a studying gaze that he'd seen the slip-up. Arthur jumped slightly, before yelling.

"FRANCIS! Be careful! I think you're hurting him!" He yelled to Francis, who shrugged with a smug smile as he cut his legs.

Francis walked to the shelf, putting the knife on it, too lazy to take it upstairs. Ludwig got to his feet, leaning on the Pillar for support, he rubbed his wrists as he stretched his body, finally getting up to his feet as he carefully stretched, before stopping the use of a support pillar, ready to fly away and do anything again.

"Alright, now, do you want to talk about it upstairs? I've got some roast dinner I made for today, we haven't eaten yet, and you can join us if you want, we have plenty." Arthur said with a smile.

He nodded, it seemed better to know where he was, and he was closer to getting out, but he was wary at the same time, he had to make sure that no matter what, he hid his wings and horns, but he was horrified at the knowlege his pills were gone. He didn't have the pills to take away the pain or damage it'd do to make any contact with them. He watched Arthur signal for him to follow, so he carefully followed Arthur up the stairwell, into a bright house, with some beautiful decor on it, and some lovely plants, with the smell of fresh pastries and chicken filling the air, he was hesitant. His stomach knotted again at the thought of food, but he needed answers as much as them, and he needed to not be suspicious.

He followed them to a table, and sat down whilst Francis went off to get the food ready. Arthur sat opposite him, staring at him before seemingly resuming their previous conversation.

"Now, can you tell me what injured you?" Arthur said hesitantly, not knowing how to approach the subject, but trying his best to seem calm and collected.

Ludwig felt his face twist to one of fear as the memory played on him of that damn angel chasing him and doing that to him whilst they were in a fight of all things! He tried to collect himself, before going back to a face which stayed blank, he looked up at a worried Arthur, realising he'd seen that.

"I D-Don't remember.." He stammered, he'd always been a bad liar, but if something true was in it, he could usually pull it off perfectly, however, nothing in that was true, and he knew Arthur knew it.

".. It's fine if you don't want to tell me. However, I need to know if that happened from a fall atleast." Arthur said calmly.

"It did." Ludwig said, giving up his charade of lies, as he knew he was a terrible liar if there was no truth in it. He watched Arthur's shocked expression turn to one of worry, then to a rational face.

"Why didn't you just fly?" Arthur eventually said as Francis returned to the table three huge plates stuffed with food for them all, smirking at him.

Ludwig felt his stomach knot up and twist at the sight of food, he felt if he took one bite, he wouldn't be able to swallow it, despite how much he knew he needed it, but then again, he didn't want to Alert the angels.

"I couldn't." He said, making eye contact with Arthur, not noticing how Francis's expression was quite shocked. Arthur paused for a moment, hesitant.

"Were your wings injured?" Arthur said collectedly.

"Yes." Ludwig said plainly, breaking eye contact with him at the awkwardness of it.

".. Let's all just eat, okay?" Francis had interjected, stopping Arthur before he questioned any further, Arthur's face brightened at that suggestion though, and Ludwig felt sick, but he didn't dare let it show on his face.

"Don't worry Ludwig! You'll love this, I made this all myself, and I'm getting good at it! Francis told me himself!" Arthur said proudly, smiling at him. Francis looked at Ludwig, nodding with truth, it was most likely amazing.

They didn't speak too much whilst eating, but Francis did make some jokes that had caused Arthur to laugh. Thankfully, none of them noticed how he was forcing the food down with every bite, he eventually finished after ten quick minutes, whilst the other two had half a plate left, Arthur looked at him with a suprised expression.

"You sure were hungry." Arthur just said plainly, his eyes raised high in suprise whilst Francis chuckled the in the background.

Ludwig nodded politely.

"Do you two have a bathroom I can use? I need to see myself." He said calmly, as Francis looked at him understandingly, Arthur looked a bit confused at it.

"Why?" Arthur said with a confused face.

"Mon amour, A man needs to be ready for the day, and he most likely needs a bath in his opinion." Francis said with a childish smile, that unnerved Ludwig slightly.

Arthur suddently nodded, realising what he meant, he lead him to the bathroom, telling him to take as long as he wanted to getting ready. As soon as Arthur went down the stairs, Ludwig bolted the door shut, thanking the two silently for having locks on the bathroom door. He suddently crouched down above the toilet, mentally preparing himself before he repeated the cycle he did every time he ate, this time though, he did it for much longer than normal due to the huge meal. It only stopped when he had nothing left that was being thrown up, even the water was gone. He sighed to himself, flushing the toilet, he silently prayed they didn't hear him wretching out his guts from down the stairs, or wherever they were. He suddently stood up, looking in the mirror. He was a mess. He ran himself a quick shower, using a hair conditioner before he got out and re-dressed himself in the suit that had patches of dried-blood on it. He then looked in the mirror, gelling his hair back. He looked himself over again, satisfied with how he looked, he unlocked the door, but froze in place as he saw the tall man standing at the door right infront of him, looking dissapointed.

Francis P.O.V

"What took you so long, Ludwig?" Francis said with a small sigh, shaking his head jokingly, but stopping when he detected fear in him, even though they were around the same height.

He suddently realised his mistake when he saw the man infront of him shaking somewhat, as if in an unbearable pain.

"Wait, It was a joke.. I'm sorry, Ludwig." Francis said, placing a hand on his shoulder to add emphasis, but not expecting what had happened next. The man leaped back, a horrified and agony-filled expression in his face, before he ran past Francis and down the staircase.

Francis shook off the confusion and concern, stepping into the room, he suddently noticed a very faint smell, an odd smell. He glanced at the toilet, and then he realised what had took place. He dashed down the stairwell as fast as he could, seeing Arthur in the livingroom on one sofa, whilst Ludwig was sat on another sofa chair, making small talk awkwardly with Arthur. He made himself known by coughing excessively loudly, causing them both to look up at him.

"Were you sick, Ludwig?" Francis asked boldy, he was never one for subtlety, that's how he won over his lovers marriage, after all.

He had an answer immediately when he saw Ludwig's expression pale at the question, it didn't need words for him to know that was a yes.

He glanced at Arthur, a flash of concern in his eyes.

"Hey, Mon Amoure, I think our guest is ill. Did you give him any medicine for it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, he knew if Ludwig was he would've said about it, if not to him, then to Arthur.

".. I didn't even know he was sick." Arthur said in a shocked tone of voice, staring up at him with dumbfounded eyes. Francis immediately narrowed his eyes as he stared at Ludwig with a suspicious gaze.

".. Well?" Francis said, leaning on the archway in boredom, he sighed.

"I'll go get the medicine." Arthur quickly said, rushing off to the medicine drawer that was in their room.

Francis then walked forwards to Ludwig, he needed to check something.

"Ludwig, can I check something, Please?" He said with big puppy eyes, trying to get him to say yes.

He watched the mans eyes flicker in confusion, before he nodded sternly.

Francis immediately put a finger on one of Ludwig's hands, only gently though, so as not to put any pressure on it, but he still got the result he wanted. The man jumped back in agony. Francis had a concerned look on his face at this point, he had suspicions, and they weren't good. He watched as a purple bruise suddently made it's presence known on the spot where Francis had touched his hand, and Francis knew his suspicions were most definitely correct.

"Ludwig. I'm asking you a question and I need an honest answer to this. If you lie, I'll know it. Don't try to lie about it, understood?" He said sternly, his expression going serious as his eyebrows furrowed.

Ludwig slowly nodded, obviously unsure of whether he should've agreed or not.

".. Are you a half-breed?" Francis said after an unsure pause, a serious and composed expression on his face as he studied the gaze of the shocked man infront of him. He was somewhat sure he'd gotten it right after he saw the man flinch out of fear, but this made Francis step back in caution, he knew how vile those demons were, and he knew how horrifying the half-breeds were. He'd seen how half-breeds would gladly kill anything and anyone in their way with a smile on their face, and it could explain why he was injured. He felt his stomach twist at the thought that he'd carried and untied a killer who would slaughter masses whilst enjoying it into his home.

He watched as Ludwig didn't respond.

".. Are you?" He said in a suddently very defensive tone.

He knew how half-breeds were half as bad as demons, and he knew that demons would slaughter millions of angels in the most brutal was possible, making it as painful as they could for the angels all whilst enjoying it. They were sick monsters, sick, terrifying monsters that he could not think of a word to describe just how scary they were, and he knew if it was a half-demon, then he had some of their blood in him. If Ludwig had some of their blood in him then Francis had to follow the law, he would stop at nothing to bring justice. The law stated that all half-breeds were to be killed at birth, as they were sick, violent creatures, though they didn't have horns and had halos, all the more tormenting.

He suddently realised something, Ludwig never once showed his wings. He needed to see the wings. Francis watched as Arthur walked in, and as soon as Arthur got near Ludwig, he dashed to him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind him defensively, staring at Ludwig in disgust and mistrust. Arthur let out a painful gasp as he'd grabbed his wrist, but he didn't care, all he cared about was protecting Arthur. He suddently looked at Arthur with a dead-serious gaze, causing Arthur to freeze.

"Get the tazer." He said in a dark voice, but with an underlying noticable layer of fear. He was going to see if it was a half-breed one way or another.

Ludwig P.O.V

He froze as he heard Francis telling Arthur to get the tazer, pained memories of his recent time with a tazer playing in his mind like an videotape in clear, high definition, like a sick and twisted nightmare over and over again. He watched as Arthur nodded, running up the stairwell in a sloppy, panicked sort of way, before his vision then went back to Francis who was glaring at him coldly.

"You've got one chance left, Ludwig. Simple thing. Show me your wings." Francis said cruelly, staring at him in disgust.

Ludwig felt his heart begin to race in his chest, like a machine gun that'd just been fully loaded being sped into the distance, bullets constantly ringing out of it like it was some sort of dispenser for them, with infinite ammunition. He felt his chest begin to hurt, almost as if a huge, heavy weight had been sat down on his chest, crushing him underneath it. His legs started to go weak, and the room started to spin. He didn't want this to happen, the memories were flooding back into his mind. He couldn't. He didn't want this. Why was he so stupid as to think he could be happy? Was it such a horrible thing to ask for? He felt a lump appear in his throat as he stared at Francis in complete terror. His head started to feel like a hammer was pounding away on the insides, trying to escape from the inside of his skull and get out, the throbbing headache refusing to recede in this horrifying moment. Francis was huge in that moment as Ludwig leaned to the wall for support, even though Francis was on the other side of the room, he was terrified of Francis.

He suddently let out a small, bitter laugh as he realised something. Him, the most powerful and feared demon in the underworld, was scared. He remembered as to why he'd been picked for this peace meeting. His eyes refused on him though, and he didn't notice it as he suddently realised the pain existed. He became horrifyingly aware of the pain in the same room as an angel, and his eyes suddently begain to dart around the room, but Francis must've noticed, though Ludwig tried to hide it, he was horrible at it.

"I-I'm N-not a ha-alf bre-eed.!" He stammered out, barely managing to get it past with the lump in his throat, he stared at the Enraged looking man in terror.

He knew he couldn't let them see his wings or horns, no matter what. One look at those horns and they'd know who he was. They'd kill him, no, he didn't deserve to just die. They'd give him the worst torture imaginable, leaving him broken, and then they'd kill him when he was begging for death. He felt sick to his stomach, he knew that angels weren't like that, but it didn't stop him thinking it. He was the only demon in the underworld or overworld with black wings, and the fact they were giant and jet-black didn't help. He was, in every way, the most powerful demon in the underworld. The black wings were a symbol that if you even dared to speak to him without permission, you'd be promising yourself an agonising death. He knew already that if they saw it, he'd wish he never left the underworld.

No matter what, he couldn't let them know.

Arthur suddently raced into the room, holding the modified tazer and slowly stepping up to him, stopping about halfway accross the room away from him. A scared and cautious look in his eyes, causing Ludwig's heart to race even more with fear and dread. He could taste the impending death in his mouth, he felt the agonising pain ready to seethe into his flesh, and it terrified him more than words could say, then again, to an angel, he would be terrifying more than words could describe. It was common knowlege that only one black-winged demon was left, well, common knowlege if you learned about demons anyway, but he was sure these angels did.

Arthur looked at him warily.

"Listen Ludwig.. Thi-This is your only chance.. Show me your wings, okay? I really don't want to hurt you." Arthur said pleadingly, his gaze meeting Ludwigs, and that's when Ludwig realised what was happening again.

Ludwig suddently fell to his knees, a burning sensation hitting his eyes as tears slowly fell from him. He shook his head slowly, and saw Arthur's sadness at it. Arthur looked away and handed Francis the Tazer hesitantly, before Francis aimed it at him, getting close enough, before firing it on the highest strengh, stronger than the Tazer he'd used before.

He immediately fell to the ground, letting out a loud scream of pain as he writhed in absolute agony, he noticed how Arthur looked away, not daring look at the dreaful sight. He felt pitied, he was scared. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die already, he was scared.. He let out cries in pain and agony as he stay on the floor, twisting in pain as the two wires from the tazer bit at him like a pack of savage dogs ripping at a small piece of prey, none daring to let go, and all desperate to eat it. He felt so worthless, his life was flashing, and that's when the memory hit him during his cries.

Flashback

Ludwig looked up at the adults talking, before looking back down, reading the book he'd just been given a few hours earlier whilst having a ninth birthday.

"Ludwig, Come here please." He heard a funny-looking pale man call from the door, he got up.

He walked up to the man, following him into the livingroom.

The man was really funny looking, he had vibrant red eyes and colourless white hair with pale skin. He was smiling at him.

"So, Ludwig, can you tell me why you're better than me?" the bigger person suddently asked, confusing Ludwig.

He never said he was better than anyone.

"I've never said I'm better than you, sir." He said politely, staring up at him.

He suddently noticed a fluffy hellhound puppy playing with ribbon, watching it for a moment before he heard the man finish saying something. He looked up at him again.

"What did you say?" He asked politely, but he realized he should've walked away then.

The man suddently looked enraged by it.

"How dare you talk back to me, You little brat! Nobody's better than me! " The man yelled suddently, and within moments, Ludwig was engulfed in flames.

Normally, that wouldn't hurt, but since his powers hadn't properly set in, he had as much pain tolerance as an angel did when it came to that. He let out a blood-curdling scream as the flames covered his small body, and he couldn't even describe the pain.

He heard the parents running into the room, screaming something he didn't hear, before a group of them ran up to him, trying to help him.

Everything went dark, and it hurt more than he ever thought it could..

That's when he was introduced to reality.

Flashback End

He blinked his eyes, and as he did, the tazer stopped, the pain was suddently gone now, maybe he'd just gone numb to it? He suddently widened his eyes, realising that there was a thick pitch-black smoke shrouding the room, and he began to choke. Yes, Even a demon chokes in smoke. He realised the two must've left, and he ran out, coughing, and he heard a suprised yell as he barreled into someone, coughing from the smoke he'd inhaled whilst having the flashback.

He was suddently thrown off of the person by another one, he quickly looked at them, Recognising it to be Francis, he felt dread take over him again, that meant he must've just looked like he attacked Arthur.. Oh no..

"What did you just do to Arthur?" Francis yelled, Enraged.

Ludwig's heart started pounding and he fell to his knees again.

"I-I di-idn't mean to-o.." He choked out, fear engulfing him.

Francis looked officially and royally angry. He was walking up to him with a horrifyingly aggressive look.

Suddently, Ludwig let out a small cry of pain as Francis grabbed him by the Arm, throwing him against the wall of the house, before letting go. Ludwig leaned back on it, sat down on the ground, small tears falling from him. He realised how pitiful he looked, and a bitter smile appeared on his face, but he knew it didn't help his situation.

"Arthur, We used the tazer, get the damn spellbook." Francis said angrily, looking at Arthur with a commanding gaze.

"But we promised not to use that again, Francis!" Arthur protested suddently.

"We promised not to use it unless it was crucial, and THIS is crucial!" Francis yelled at Arthur, causing him to flinch.

He watched as Francis ran a finger through his messy hair, obviously stressed out and having no clue what to do. Arthur ran into the house, before quickly running out with a book.

"You remember the spell, right?" Francis asked in a feverish voice, glancing at his lover.

"Of course I do, you frog." Arthur said with a small smile, before it went sour as he looked at Ludwig.

" Ludwig, I'm sorry about this." Arthur said carefully, frowning sadly at him.

Ludwig didn't think before asking it quickly.

"Why?" He quickly said in a pained voice, smiling gloomily as he looked up at Arthur, who seemed taken aback by it.

"What do you mean why?" Francis spat

".. Why does it bother you what my wings look like..?" He asked slowly, feeling the tears fall from his eyes like a tap that's been turned off but still dripping the water slowly.

Arthur went to respond, but Francis responded first.

"Because we need to know if you're a scum or not!" Francis spat in a bout of anger.

He saw them both freeze as he let a choked sob escape from his mouth, the pain slowly returning from him.

Francis was the first to react, shaking his head as if to knock the thought out, whilst Arthur stared with concern and sadness.

"Arthur, Mon Amoure, Please do the spell.." Francis said slowly, it was said as a question, but it was not a question, more like an order to.

Arthur looked at Francis and nodded, and Ludwig felt blood start to come out of his mouth.

small, thin lines of crimson blood ran down to his chin from different parts in his mouth, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was another response to being near an angel, as it was earlier.

He watched Arthur open the book, Ludwig felt so hopeless and helpless now. He thought though, perhaps he could fly away and find somewhere to hide if his form was revealed? It was a good idea, maybe. He didn't know how injured his wings were. For all he knew, his wings could be broken or too damaged to fly with for a while. It scared him.

Suddently, he was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt his body writhe in pain, but light seemed to glow around him, Arthur was saying the spell.

" De Justitia, et castitate: hoc mundo, idcirco praecipio tibi ut verae forman ostende mihi faciem tuam!" Arthur said in clear, bold words. They then stopped, staring at him.

A white light surrounded him, before he felt it happening, He whipped forwards in pain as his wings and horn was forcefully pulled into visibility.

The area around them seemed to go dark, as if the sun had dissapeared. A thick, pitch-black mist surrounded them all, and Ludwig's eyes lit up a bright, glowing blue in the darkness, causing Arthur to let out a shrill scream as he jumped into Francis's arms. Suddently, the thick mist Receded somewhat, and he was stood up.

a dark smoke stayed around him, but slowly dissapeared as the two angels stared in absolute horror. His long, pitch-black horns menacingly glowing as he stared at them, his eyes glowing a vibrant, almost neon blue, and of course, his two, gigantic, jet-black wings behind him, like an omen of death, and his clothes didn't help. The dried blood stains all over his white suit looked brand new and fresh under his looming presence, and he stared at the two in shock. His eyes were wide, just like theirs.

Arthur let out a giant, piercing scream of fear as he pointed at him, Francis was shaking where he was, but bravely held his ground, finally, Arthur stopped screaming, staring at him.

"I k-knew wh-h-e-re I he-ear-rd that na-ame now-w.." Arthur quietly choked out, looking absolutely horrified at him.

Ludwig was slammed in the face by realisation. Arthur knew who he was, but based on how Francis wasn't too scared, he most likely didn't.

"What kind of half breed did you spawn from?" Francis spat, going to slap him before Arthur retched him back behind him, a terrified gaze was all Francis needed to see though.

Ludwig suddently moved, stepping backwards in the direction of the forest whilst staring at the two.

"Tha-ats no-ot a Ha-alf Breed H-Honey.." Arthur whimpered out, and suddently, Francis went white.

"The hell do you mean?" Francis asked, obviously concerned and scared.

"That's a d-demon..!" Arthur finally choked out, causing Francis to freeze, shaking.

Ludwig felt sick, he tried to hide his wings and couldn't, he was terrified, he stared at the two, wide-eyed.

".. I'm sorry .. " Ludwig said quietly, though based on Arthur's expression, which had gone from absolute fear to a mix of fear, shock and confusion, he knew he'd heard.

Ludwig felt tears start to roll down his face, before he suddently turned around, racing into the darkness of the forest, which was only more darker due to the smoke around him, that had come unwillingly out. He tried to hide his wings and horn, but just managed to hide his horn as he ran off. into the woods, his wing hurt, he didn't know if it was usable, but he wasn't going to try yet. He just wanted to get away. He left without another word, running into the darkness of the woods, out of sight from the two.