A/N: T'was the day of Brothers being awesome. On the first day of christmas my true love gave to me, a burning city and possession. ;)

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: Moderate Language, Heavy depictions of violence, hinted memory problems, implied mind-control sorta.

Chapter Ten - Valar morghulis | Gilbert P.O.V

He stared out into the burning city. The whole city of Regium was alight in a pitch-black fire, one conjured out of pure, absolute rage and hatred. He didn't mean to do so much fire, but after he found out what had happened, nothing could contain the rage. The whole city was in complete chaos, many demons were trying to save the city from burning to ashes, but in the midst of it, in the grand castle, not even the entire army he usually had holding him down, along with the strong magic holding him chained could stop him. He was now stood infront of King Bondevik. The king's giant, Shining and pampered, dark green wings were now reduced to a burnt, ripped apart mess. Both wings broken and bent in ways that no wing should've been bent. He was holding him up against a wall, the entire palace alight, his giant, black wings spread out all the way, the Pitch-black start slowly gradienting to white at the tips. His eyes were lit up scarlet, glowing powerfully. His grip on the king's throat was tight, just enough for the king to breathe, but still causing great pain still, not to count the numerous injuries and sword wounds all over the kings normally pampered and clean body. One of his swords was still impaled in the king's chest.

"You didn't give me an answer, Lukas." He said through gritted teeth, his scarlet eyes blazing with fury as he took hold of the sword in his king's chest with his free hand, twisting it, causing the king to let out another cry of pain.

"Please! What do you want from me?!" Lukas cried out, trying to wriggle free, but failing miserably in Gilbert's tight grip.

"I told you what I gnikcuf want, Lukas." He spat, tightening his grip out of fury as he twisted the sword more, causing the king to cry out in agony once more.

"I want to know what in the underworld you did to my Brother. We had a deal. I made that deal. We SIGNED that deal, and now you're saying you broke it? I only agreed to be your prisoner to keep him safe! What do you do? YOU HURT HIM. So one more time, Lukas. What did you do to him? If you tell me, I may spare your disgusting life!" He yelled in ire, summoning another sword with his magic, the sword appeared envelloped in a black mist, before it cleared, a solid, sharp, black dagger in his hand. He stabbed it into Lukas's chest, causing him to scream in pain once more.

"Please, Gilbert, Stop! We'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Lukas pleaded, Crying out in pain.

Gilbert's eyes shone with rage, but he dropped the king, causing him to fall to his knees, too weak to even stand up.

"W-We sent him t-to the ov-verwor-rld.. H-He g-got taken b-by some-eone.. A-an ang-gel to-ook him, we t-think.. Please.. J-Just spare m-me, Gilbert.. I didn't k-know it was h-him we se-ent.." The king pleaded, his voice breaking halfway through due to pain, grief enveloping his expression, he stared up into Gilbert's burning eyes.

Gilbert stared at him with a face of pure uncontained fury and hatred. He suddently smiled at him, causing the King to relax slightly, a hopeful smile appearing on his face.

A small thick blackness appeared in Gilbert's hand, before a black, flaming sword appeared in Gilbert's hand, the King's expression immediately changed to one of pure horror. Gilbert raised the sword above the King's head.

"Valar Morghulis, King Bondevik. Valar Morghulis."

He struck the sword down into his skull, enveloping the king's entire body in fire, and the sword was then let go of. The king's body fell forwards, limp and lifeless. His tattered and burning body was only kept somewhat up by the sword, still impaled deep into the King's skull.

He turned around, the whole Palace Lighting up in black flames as he hopped up into the air, his wings lifting him with great power. He flew up out of the burning castle, high above the burning city, and looked into the distance. He was just able to see the barrier from where he stood. On his head, a crown of black formed on his head. His horns spiralled out like how he remembered his brothers to be, slightly curled, but upwards. His wings suddently beated faster, he headed towards the barrier with great, unrivaled speed. Nothing could've stopped him now. His eyes glowed even more as his magic activated, the weak link left between him and his dear brother was the only thing that kept the magic going. Focusing as he flew, his magic pinpointed it. He found where Ludwig had been most in the past 24 hours. Some disgusting house in the middle of a woods. He wasn't going to let them make him suffer even more.

"I'm coming, Brother."

Ludwig P.O.V

He woke up to complete darkness, it seemed his face was in a pillow? When did he go to a bed..? He groggily yawned, suddently being harshly woken up by a throbbing headache that was like a jackhammer slamming into his skull, his whole body ached like it never had before. He slowly lifted his head, deciding it was best to get out of the bed, and not just keep his face lying on a pillow, as that wasn't going to help him. He let out another yawn as he turned his head, stretching his arms to try and wake up. He managed to, but for some reason, whilst sat up, atleast, he thought he was sat up, it was like something heavy was pushing him down, leaning on him like an unmovable rock.

He went to go and move, but suddently realised he couldn't. His good wing was being held down by something heavy, and that heavy was super-heavy. He pulled again, but let out a sharp breath as the whole wing jolted in pain, he quickly realised it was a horrible idea to try and move the wing without trying to get something off ot it. He blinked a few times, his eyes suddently glowing a bright, arctic blue. He looked looked around to try and see, his eyes immediately going to the fact he was on a bed, but not lay down.

He was in a sitting sort of position on a bed, in a room completely unfamiliar to him. Infact, it was wierd. This didn't even look like a room really, with the curved part of a wall and all. It looked rather funny. He wondered why they'd use that design on a house, but quickly brushed it off. His eyes then moved to see what could've been weighing down his wing so much, and he suddently froze.

Laying on one of his wings was someone he hoped to never see. They were lay on the wing, holding it down with great weight in a sitting-sort of position, right next to him. He shuddered at it, looking at them. Their head was on his shoulder. Their arm was.. It was around his neck? Oh god. He slowly moved his hands, freeing himself from the arm that was attached to him, feeling a sudden wave of cool air hit the back of his neck was nice. He still had to focus on the horrifying part though. His gaze went back to the thing on his wing, and he moved. He shifted around till he was rotated, and watched the man who had his head leaning on his shoulder fall down onto the pillow. His wing was freed almost immediately.

He heard a slight murmur from the sleeping person, they were stirring obviously, most likely close to waking up. He quickly made use of his borrowed time, as quietly as he could, he got off the Canopy bed warily. He was still shocked as to how he hadn't begun crying, but he thanked it, as he was struggling to hold back the tears. He tiptoed to the doors, curling his wings around him as to not brush them against anything and cause Ivan to wake up. He shuddered just at the thought of that monster waking up. He didn't want to die already. He wouldn't allow it. He made his way to the door, slowly putting a hand on the handle, he cringed at the sound of it creaking as he opened the iron door, but at the same time, was thankful that it was still open. He quietly closed the door, cautious as to not make it creek too loudly.

He finally closed it, and as soon as he did, he tried to open the door closest, but it was locked. He felt the feeling of dread set in again. His hands were numb and his fingers were already tingling from that numbness, everything felt dizzy again, and he felt weak. He trembled as he went down the hall, each door was locked. He felt his heart start to race like a bullet ricocheting rapidly in a small, enclosed space, his chest felt like a weight was on it, but at the same time, it hurt too badly. He tried desperately at the doors, but to no avail, feeling a chill running up his spine cruelly, his breathing quickened, going uneven and flunctuating somewhat. As he progressed to the last door, he was drenched in terror. He nearly fell over in joy as the door opened, only to go into a long, plain hall with chairs, but they weren't like the other plane, he'd be seen. He suddently thought of something.

He closed his eyes, before opening them again. His large, black horns were sprouted out of his head in a long, curved way. They went up, did an oval-style curving, and then went upwards again, stopping high above his head. His eyes suddently glowed even brighter with power, and he saw specks of glowing blue and glowing black flames floating around him, seemingly spawned from nothingness, just floating around him without going out, they were of pure magic. He'd never actually felt the need to use his magic, but this time, he wasn't going to stay. He felt his body fill with strength, the chills going away, the terror immediately leaving his body, replaced by pride and confidence, the hands regain full feeling again, and the dizziness subsided almost immediately. He was focused on the only thing that mattered, escape.

The whole plane cabin's lights flickered, and he felt the plane turn to descend. He wasn't going to miss it, besides, even the smallest bit of distance helped. A blue flame circled him, the flame traveled upwards like a spring around his entire body, and the flames that were floating dissapeared, all with a new feeling. His eyes suddently went from Arctic light blue to a dark, admiral blue. The flames went from the light, shining blue to a powerful, dark blue that seemed to glow with power. His whole body filled with pride, but also anger. Not just anger, but with power. He felt powerful, so powerful. Suddently, he raised one hand, just to noticed a wierd symbol on his hand glowing black. It was a wierd spiralling symbol with some writing in Demonaic. There was strange symbols going all the way up his arm, glowing black. It was like there were veins all over his arms and hands spiralling on the outer skin in a glowing black, then at the end of each one was a word written in Demonaic.

He felt the energy coursing through him, and suddently, he noticed the exact same on the other, but for some reason, it was in white and glowing, with some black areas. He didn't pay much attention to it though, he just felt so powerful and needed to get revenge. He raised both of them, and a giant blackness filled the whole cabin immediately, but it wasn't mist, it was black flames. He suddently saw the pitch-black orb in his hand, which was rising in size with every second. He waited about 10 seconds, and the orb was almost too big to control. He quickly siezed the moment, and aimed at the wall of the Jet. He positioned right, and then, fired.

He was burst out of the jet with incredible power, and upon looking back, the whole plane was enveloped in black flames, but not just that, he realised something, something that made him nearly lose that sensation of confidence coursing through his body. The whole jet was part of a beacon going into the air, a Pitch-black beacon. It was a massive beacon of power, and he tried to flap his wings, before realising one was broken, but he didn't care. He let out a wicked laugh as the white in his eyes went pitch black, and his iris glowed, and black seeped out of the eye, it looked as if there was vines coming out of where his eyes were, stabbing at his skin almost, but it was just black skin, like tree-roots. Both eyes went like that, with the iris itself glowing proudly. The bandages fell off of his pitch-black wings, and he noticed how they produced a black mist.

He felt the pitch-black run down his eye into his skin, and stay, it was like roots stabbing out in all directions, and he loved it. He felt some of his teeth change forms as he had a feeling of power rush through him. The teeth went fang-shaped in a way, and he suddently felt as if an invisible chain around him had been broken. He was coursing with power. A beacon of power lit up from where he was, hitting him like a freigh truck. It was filling his entire being with energy.

When it dissipated, he felt poweful, and not just normal. He was powerful. Though, for some reason, he was loving the chaos. He realised some things. His already collosal wings had grown, but they'd also done something else. The wings had changed in a way. That's when it hit him, the wing wasn't broken! A shadowy-like aura surrounded his body, his outfit was even changed! He was wearing a pitch-black suit with a maroon undershirt and another black tie. He felt the black patterns flow up to his cheek, then stopping. The horns on him grew ever so slightly, and, wierdest of all, he felt something he was sure he'd never seen before. He had a black tail stemming out of him, and it had a pointy piece at the end, like an arrow in a way. His hands coursed with power, his entire being did infact, he'd never felt so alive, but he felt a need to do more, and the black beacon of where the flaming jet had stood was still there, he was like a sitting duck, but didn't care.

He suddenly did something even he didn't expect. Before he knew it, two orbs of pure black were formed, one in each hand, growing. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he saw a city near. He aimed, and fired. The beam was of pure magic, and it caused him to laugh, but he'd never enjoyed doing chaos before, no demon ever caused chaos anymore, so why was he? He didn't know why, but he loved it with the new power he had. He watched as the beam hit the city with a sick smile, and from where he was flying, he saw the explosion of pitch-black, and all of the fire that nearly immediately devoured the town. He let out another cruel laugh before doing it again with the other, he'd never felt more alive! It did the same thing, but in a bigger, more important-looking building.

He suddently noticed a strong bolt of power, and immediately flew out of the way, a bit suprised when he saw how fast he'd moved. It was like nothing he'd seen before. He saw more bolts, and quickly flew around, dodging, before he saw what was causing them. Fast-approaching was a whole team of angels who, based on the size of their wings and the power of the bolts, he guessed were all strong. Most likely there to stop him. He flashed a wicked smile as he suddently made another orb of power, his eyes changing colour to a denim shade instead. He fired the orb, hitting one of the angels spot-on, and let out a laugh as the angel's eyes widened, blood coming out of their body, falling fast to the ground far below, lifeless.

He felt the blackness around him spread, but suddenly noticed how there were alot more than he'd thought. He was already surrounded. He panicked, and without thinking, caused the great black mist to surround him, but this time, the darkness joined into him, and he dissapeared, teleporting off somewhere. He reappearred at a mountain, and saw a small cave. He quickly flew into it, feeling his power decreasing, he still smirked, as if something had possessed him. He couldn't even recognise himself anymore. He landed in the cave with a crash, his glowing eyes more than enough to have scared anything in there.

He ran a single finger through his hair as he sat down, leaning on a rock for support. He felt tears running down his face, and when he touched it with his finger, he felt sick to his stomach, his tears were black..

"I'm glad you finally decided to let me take control, Ludwig. You wouldn't mind me taking your body for some things for a while longer, would you?" He said to himself in a twisted voice.

His eyes widened, but before he could respond to that, he lost control of his body.

He could only watch through the eyes of himself now, something else was controlling his body, speaking exactly like him, well, almost. What was happening? He was scared. He didn't want this. Why did he do that? Why would he attack innocent angels? What was wrong with him? Oh heavens, He felt sick. He felt so sick, not physically. He felt sick to his stomach at what he did. He would never do that, not to anyone! What was wrong with this thing? Who was controlling him? He never felt so scared.. He just wanted to go back to the underworld if it made it stop.. Whatever it was controlling his body. He couldn't handle taking another life, he wasn't going to do those things again, he let that thing take over him once, he wasn't going to let it take over him in the overworld too, but, what could he do?

He'd never felt more scared in his entire life.

Gilbert P.O.V

He felt a jolt of pain flash through him again, before quickly fading away. His glowing red eyes widened at the pain, he hadn't incurred any pain, and it didn't feel like normal pain, more like that magic he'd felt when he was with Lu- Oh no. He glowed black, before his wings went as fast as they could, reaching the destination faster than he thought he could after going so long without flying, but he appeciated it. He saw a man with a wierd coat on that had a symbol of a golden circle with a star in it. They had golden hair, and there was another man with long, messy blonde hair talking to him apparently. He watched from the skies like a hawk, and noted the person being taken away in an ambulance, so he watched them with his bubbling rage until he saw the ambulance leave, before he bolted down like a bullet.

He slammed into the ground, causing a small crater where he landed, the ground immediately lit up in fire as he stood up, looking at the two with a burning rage that hadn't quelled since he learned of his Brother going missing. He spared a glance to the long-haired one, whom was stood in place out of shock, and he sensed great power in the both, but the shoter-haired blonde had a more powerful aura about him, so he paid more attention about him.

"N-Nice landing, D-Dude.." The wide-eyed short-hair said, laughing nervously. Gilbert noticed how his halo suddently appeared, and noted the fact both of them were slowly bringing out their wings.

He let out a small sigh of annoyance, a circle of black fire appearing around the three, causing the other two to jump up for a moment.

"Alfred, Get the damn gun out!" The long haired man yelled out in desperation to the other, who he now knew was Alfred. The Long-haired one's wings suddently spread out, ready to attack.

"Yo, Francis, Chill! M-Maybe he's like, nice." Alfred said carelessly, throwing him a nervous smile and putting his hands in the air jokingly. It just made Gilbert more mad.

Gilbert, despite being furious, ceased the circle of fire, and immediately flew forwards to Alfred, flying him backwards and into a tree. He held the man by the neck, eyes blazing with fury.

"Where is he?" Gilbert said in a low voice, glaring at him with glowing eyes full of uncontained rage that had been pent up for the whole flight. He saw Alfred pale at the words.

"D-Dude, W-Where is who?" Alfred said, forcing a smile on his face, supposedly to try and defuse the situation, not that it'd work.

He suddently flinched, before diving out of the way, letting Alfred be hit by the beacon of light that had been aimed at where he was. He saw the Angel using the magic, Francis, immediately stop, racing over to Alfred.

"Thanks, Dude. Try to get him next time though." Alfred said jokingly, standing up as if nothing happened.

"Bro, can we all just chill and see what the angry, scary Demon is doing outside of his world?" Alfred quickly said, trying to defuse it.

Gilbert saw no real need to show his fury on those two angels yet, as he hadn't known if they were involved in Ludwig's dissapearance yet. He let out a small sigh, nodding towards alfred, before he saw Francis quickly nod aswell, wary of Gilbert.

"Quelle horreur. Fine, Alfred, but if he so much as moves near us before we know why he's here, I'm firing again. After we speak to him though, we're taking him in. I am not having another one attack anything. " Francis said with a defeated sigh, glancing cautiously at Alfred, who had a huge grin on his face.

"Alright! Now, Dude, Where is who?" Alfred said cheerily, looking at him as if what was happening was completely normal.

"Where is my brother." Gilbert snapped, some fire enveloping a patch of grass next to him, causing Alfred to jump backwards with a mischevious grin.

Alfred scratched his head for emphasis on confusion it seemed, which made Gilbert let out a small sigh, trying to rid himself of the annoyance.

"Who's your brother?" Francis interrupted with a wary voice, but Gilbert detected an underlying tone of suspicion from that. His eyes suddently lit up again, ready to attack, causing the two of them to jump back.

"Ludwig Bei҉lsch̴m͞i̵dt̵." He said sharply, faltering at the last name, for some reason, he just couldn't say the word right, it came out scrambled and in a wierd sort of tone that for some reason just wouldn't come out correctly, as if some unknown magic prevented it. He noticed the two give him a confused look at the last word, but he saw Francis pale.

"Dude! I know who that is, he was like, The peace talk guy. He totally was here just yesterday. Like, Francis completely has seen him allll week dude." Alfred said with a cheeky grin, hopping back just in time to see Gilbert swiftly hit Francis with a beam of fire, before quickly restraining himself from it.

Gilbert stared dumbfounded at the man on the ground, before blinking, pinning him to the floor, and giving him a good punch right in the face, before he was shoved off of him by Alfred.

"Duddeee, Like, Not cool." Alfred huffed, Pulling up Francis, who now had a bloody nose and a burn.

Gilbert hesitated for a moment.

"So- Sorry. I just got mad." Gilbert sighed, blinking away the glowing red eyes, causing Alfred to light up with hope.

"Nice, Dude! Cool red eyes by the way, those fake orrrr?" Alfred asked, trying to make conversation.

"Real." He said blankly, feeling a bit of pride in himself, somewhat full-of-himself.

"Cool! Why'd they go red?" Alfred asked, interested.

"It's a sign of my power." He said with a self-entitled smirk, getting too boastful, he then snapped back to the task at hand though.

"Coo-" Alfred began before being cut off.

"Where is Ludwig right now ?" Gilbert asked inquisitively, his eyes flashing a glowing red for a fraction of a second before going to normal, his rage being quelled somewhat.

Francis finally shook his head, looking at him with an annoyed expression.

"Gone. Has been since he attacked my Arthur and ran away." Francis sneered, looking at him dissaprovingly.

"He attacked him ? " Gilbert repeated, confused, after all, he never remembered Ludwig hurting anyone unless specifically ordered to.

"Mhm. Tazed him and ran off!" Alfred piped in.

"Why would he taze him?" Gilbert asked, now highly keen to know about what his brother was up to, but doubtful on some things.

"Maybe to try get away?" Francis said with an annoyed expression, crossing his arms grumpily.

".. But why a tazer?" Gilbert asked, more careful on his words.

"Dude, Whaddya mean?" Alfred said, dumbfounded.

"He's the strongest demon in the underworld and overworld. He can easily use magic to disarm this Arthur person, or alot of other things, so why use a tazer? I don't think he was ever even shown how to use one." Gilbert said with furrowed brows, looking at the two with disbelief present in his voice.

"Good question." Francis said after careful consideration.

"Hmm... Dudee. Do you even have like, security cameras?" Alfred asked with a sly grin on his face, as if knowingly.

"Oui, we do." Francis said with a confused expression.

"Well then, why don't we just check them?" Alfred said slyly, his wings dissapearing along with his halo.

"Good idea." Gilbert quickly interjected, cutting off whatever he thought Francis might have said, his black wings with white-tips dissapearing, along with his black horn, that had white-tips at the end.

Francis just nodded at the two, his wings dissapearing, along with his halo, he signalled for the two to follow him.

Gilbert followed him with Alfred behind him, who tried to give him a high five, but he ignored. He'd been asked by Alfred about the crown, but he just gave a response that he was a ruler, which he noted made Alfred flinch, but quickly brush off. They just made small talk on the way, till they reached a bedroom. They came into the lavish bedroom and were quickly lead to a desk, He stood to one side of Francis and Alfred stood to the other whilst Francis sat in the chair, getting up the footage from their front door.

The footage played, nothing too out of the ordinary, until they saw it.

A tall man with an eggnog coloured coat and porcelain-coloured hair walked out, carrying an unconcious and bloodied Ludwig. Gilbert felt his horns go out and his eyes light up with rage at the sight of his brother like that. He noticed how Alfred looked shocked at the screen, and Francis was wide-eyed whilst watching, all the way until he was out of range from the camera. Finally, Alfred turned to him.

"Duuddeee. Like.. So, Ivan got him?" Alfred said, almost not believing his own words apparently. Gilbert felt his eyes go back to normal.

"What do you mean?" Gilbert asked as calmly as he could.

"Excusez lui. He means Ivan, one of the angels we know." Francis said grimly.

"Then where is this Ivan?" Gilbert immediately asked, desperate to know.

"W-Well, Dude.. He's like.. In.. Like.. An Ruis. I think." Alfred gulped, tugging at the coat around his neck, as if to loosen a grip it had on his neck.

"An Ruis?" Gilbert asked, he knew where it was, he just needed confirmation. It was one of the regions on the overworld.

"Yeaahh.. Like, I think he said it was in Mosca. So, just go to Mosca in An Ruis, he'll be there.. I hope.. Annywaayyy dud-" Alfred was cut off as he fired a beam at the wall, causing Francis to yell out angrily.

Gilbert used the beam to make a hole in the wall leaping out, he spread out his wings and horn, his eyes lighting up red again, he flew off as fast as he could.
He wasn't going to let his brother get hurt by anyone ever again, and this 'Ivan' guy wasn't going to be an exception. He felt the rage begin to build again, as he made himself a promise once more.

"Valar morghulis." He murmured to himself, promising it almost.

"Valar morghulis"