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    - Sweet Sacrifice [Originally: To The Underworld We Go] -

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    Francis Bonnefoy

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    Post  Francis Bonnefoy on April 6th 2012, 1:02 pm

    Francis watched uneasily when Alfred held on to the girl, although he was indeed a bit startled at the question. "W-what? No, of course not!" The Frenchman couldn't exactly recall any relation he had with this girl, if at all, although her face was rather familiar-but, what did that matter now? Seeing that young girl in Alfred's arms worried Francis deeply, realizing how much pleasure Alfred must be having in toying with the innocent girl. Once again, something about her nagged Francis uneasily, although he couldn't yet pinpoint what it was.

    Francis flinched slightly as Alfred licked the girl's cheek in faint disgust, then gasped and jumped back as the demon's wings were revealed, the Frenchman only able to watch in alarm and shock as Alfred shot up into the air with the girl-only to drop her at the startling height, the demon dropping with her. For a split second, the Frenchman thought of taking off now that Alfred was distracted in messing with the girl, to go and warn Ivan or at least escape the demon's presense. After all, he didn't exactly want to watch this inncoent girl fall to her death; however, as the girl's sudden transformation, from 'human' to angel, confirmed Francis' thoughts; that was what had definetly been nagging at him. It kept the Frenchman fixed to the spot for another moment, watching in shock at her angelic appearence.

    Of course she wasn't human; and the fact that she was an angel, rather than a demon, brought Francis the slightest sense of comfort. At the girl's 'yell', Francis couldn't help but be just vaguely amused, holding back a faint chuckle; perhaps he saw her words as adorable, but would Alfred? Perhaps not. He couldn't help but feel faintly worried for the young angel, but dismissed the thought. It took a few seconds for the Frenchman to recall that Alfred still seemed fairly distracted with this angel, and once again, Francis had the impulse to leave while he still could.

    He wanted nothing to do with Alfred's plans, let alone be at the mercy of a demon. Francis knew well the demon would most likely notice the Frenchman's dissapearence and search for him, although there wouldn't be any harm in trying...right? Francis surely had his doubts. It was foolish to stay, yet foolish to run off. Either way, things wouldn't go as planned, or would just end up worse than intended. "Mon dieu..I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" The Frenchman muttered, then sighed lightly, and tore his gaze away from both demon and angel, risking the chance. Francis abruptly took off running, flipping out his phone in the process. He briskly speed-dialed the Russian, deciding that waiting until Ivan picked up would be plain stupid; not that what he was doing in general wasn't just as stupid. Instead, he went straight to voicemail. Francis knew well this would definetly piss Alfred off if he let alone heard, but, as usual, the Frenchman didn't exactly seem to care right now.

    "Ivan, whatever you do, keep away from the park or come prepared. Forgive me, I had no choice. It was a trap. Alfred is here, just don't worry about me. He wants you. Just be careful." Francis hissed into the phone, doing as best as he could to keep his tone low as he ran, then ended the voicemail without another word, putting his phone away and focusing on the current task at hand; run and somehow find the others-that was, unless Alfred caught him slipping away first.



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    Re: - Sweet Sacrifice [Originally: To The Underworld We Go] -

    Post  Fish on April 7th 2012, 1:19 am




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    The male stood up slowly, stretching once more and putting his hands into his pockets. He stared up into the sky again, just as blue and endless as ever. "Actually, I rather enjoyed the momentary peace..." Gilbert continued to look up into the sky, unbothered by Arthur's watchful eye, and answered in a calm tone. "To be honest, I'm not really sure what Alfred would think if he encountered you. The kid's a little loopy so there's no telling what he'd do." All of a sudden, he gasped softly in shock. For a moment, he had lost the feeling the pentagram marking on the angel disappear and reappear spontaneously. He glanced about the sky, as if searching for the answer there. Somebody had tampered with the seal, something considered impossible by any angel or human. Only someone with a strong understanding of the dark arts would be able to mess with the pentagram...but who? Who had the power to do such a thing? Were one of the humans a witch?

    Gilbert would've entertained the thought further if he had not felt the presence of yet another angel. He had to restrain himself from facepalming and instead, walked to the edge of the roof and scanned the surrounding area, even peering over the ledge to search the ground beneath him. "Damn...you feel that, Artie? We've got another pest on our hands." Just then, something flew up past him and soared high into the sky. He could only presume that it was Alfred fooling around again. He squinted against the hard light of the sun and spotted a female in his arm that could be none other than the angel that had appeared earlier. He raised a pale eyebrow and watched on as the demon released her, sending her plummeting to her supposed doom. The male sneered as she transformed into her true form. "Predictable. The girl looks like a weakling. I hope Al tears her apart! I've had enough of these meddlesome flies." Gilbert could barely make out what the angel was saying, let alone hear her soft voice, but it was enough to send him doubling over with laughter. "She really sounds like a weakling!! She doesn't stand a chance." The male sat down on the roof's ledge, his legs swinging casually into the empty air. He might as well get comfortable and watch the show.

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    Arthur Kirkland

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    Post  Arthur Kirkland on April 8th 2012, 3:02 am


    "Damn...you feel that, Artie? We've got another pest on our hands."

    Arthur nodded in response to the statement and tilted his head to one side, trying to listen in to the argument that was going on below them inside the room. Just as he looked up at the sky, he saw Alfred shoot up into the sky, holding a girl that was the presumed angel in one of his death grips. He was proud of Alfred, going for the kill, but was a bit disappointed that the angel didn't fall to her death. 'Those pure beings are such pains...' He thought.

    The Brit was glad that some of the boredom he had went away, but disappointed that the angel didn't fall to her death. One can dream. He shielded his eyes from the glare of the sunlight and kept a watchful eye on what was going up above. Maybe some encouraging words would get some bloody action going. "FINISH HER OFF~!" He yelled, smirking as his demon tail swished in a slow motion.
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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 8th 2012, 5:04 pm

    I apologize to Erika in advance. Alfred is going to be very mean to Francis in this post. I STILL LOVE YOU




    The demon smirked when the angel released her wings and brought forth her true identity. When they landed, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had been hoping she refused to transform and hit the ground like a splattered bug, but alas, she had been wise enough to stop that from happening. He watched as she straightened her arms to her sides and appeared as though she was going to yell.

    "Alfred!! That was mean!! People aren't going to get along with you if you drop them from high places!"

    The demon's expression faltered and shifted to that of an annoyed one. She had to be kidding...right? That had to be the lamest thing he ever heard. He resisted the urge to plug his ears; he'd do anything not to hear that annoying voice again. "I never said I wanted people to get along with me, foolish girl." He spat. "You just need-" His threat stopped short when he heard a familiar voice. Head snapping upward, he spotted another demon standing upon a building. There, beside him, was the Prussian. Slowly, a dark smile caressed his lips. One of them was an ally - the blond in the pictures from the meeting room; however, the British ally had already been changed. He was like Alfred, and that was going to make his job so much easier. Now, he only needed France, Russia, and China. It was also always nice to have an extra follower, like Prussia. The Prussian was going to make things easier as well.

    The demon couldn't help but chuckle at Arthur's request. It would be so much fun, to just crush this angel. In fact, he was really considering it now since it would be a show for the other two. Turning his eyes back down to the girl, his tongue danced across his bottom lip as if she were good enough to eat. Take that as the simile - no angel is good enough to eat. His claws lengthened and his fangs protruded from his mouth. He was just about to attack, when he noticed the Frenchman was gone. The demon's eyes flickered to the spot he should have been in.

    "Son of a bitch..." He growled beneath his breath.

    Betrayed. Again.

    And that was the last time it was going to happen.

    He hated that his anger was going to be released on the Frenchman, instead of the Russian, but he couldn't take being betrayed anymore.

    He stretched his wings, the bones making a sickening cracking sound and he kicked off the ground. He flew towards the other two demons, growling, "Don't let her go anywhere!" He looped past them and followed the Frenchman's scent. He hadn't gotten far yet, which was a good thing, but the demon could only wonder what he had been doing while trying to escape. He scanned the area below, flying as fast as he could. Eventually, he caught sight of the retreating blond and picked up speed. In a matter of seconds, he crashed into the human being. It was almost hard enough to snap the spine of the human. They rolled for only a moment before coming to a stop with the demon pinning him to the ground. Without a wasted second, the demon punched the Frenchman as hard as he could, making his head snap to the right. "What did I say, Francis?!" He growled. He forced his head back to look at him before delivering another blow to his jaw, sending his head back to the right. "You are the worst set of allies anyone could ever have! I could just rip your throat apart!" He yelled, getting in Francis' face. He then grabbed him roughly by the throat, sinking his nails into his skin there. He held him down like that, cutting his air supply off for a long moment before finally letting up to allow him to breath.

    He searched for his cell phone and looked at the recent calls. To his suspicion, he saw Ivan's number had been dialed again, but he had no idea what had been said. Dialing the number, the demon placed the phone to his ear, a dark look swirling within his eyes. When the voicemail picked up, he said in a low tone, "I suggest you come to the park as soon as possible. If you don't, a dead man will be on you." He then crushed the cellular device. He looked down at the Frenchman and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him off the ground. "You're pitiful..." He spat, dragging him back to the area the angel and other two demons were. He tossed the Frenchman's body forward, eyes flickering to the Brit. "If he moves. Kill him."

    The American then turned, walking to another area and beginning to pace as he waited for the Russian. He had better arrive soon, or the demon might just have to end someone's life.


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    Francis Bonnefoy

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    Post  Francis Bonnefoy on April 8th 2012, 6:01 pm

    Don't apologize XD I LOVE YOU TOO 8D




    Upon impact, the breath was practically knocked right out of the Frenchman, everything happening too quickly for him to react properly. In a matter of seconds, Francis found himself pinned to the ground, practically hearing the crack of the punch before he felt it. His head snapping to the right, by the second blow, Francis' face had gone entierly numb, the merciless sting of the pain barely detected now; which, wasn't exactly a good sign. He struggled slightly, if at all, then gave up, knowing well enough he wouldn't stand a chance again Alfred's rage; it would only enhance it.

    Feeling his hand tight around his throat, nails digging in, the Frenchman could only gag faintly, struggling to breathe at his sudden lack of air, blue eyes narrowed. Once Alfred allowed him to breathe, Francis took in a sharp breath, gasping for air and coughing a few times. Although, he did manage to just barely choke out a few words; surprisingly enough, flashing a faint glare at Alfred. "Go back to hell, where you belong." Francis wasn't weak enough to keep the words to himself.

    His glare faltered, and his blue gaze flickered weakly over to Alfred while he lay there, shaking and gasping for another moment, face bruised and numb as he heard Alfred speak into the phone.

    "I suggest you come to the park as soon as possible. If you don't, a dead man will be on you."

    Lovely.

    The Frenchman was both horrified and angered at the thought, seeing as Alfred was using him to get to Ivan, with a death threat no less. He flinched weakly as Alfred grabbed him, lifting him up, but knew better than to even attempt fightning now. As he was tossed over, Francis had been about to heave himself up, although he stopped himself from doing so at Alfred's words. However, glancing up alone caused a sickening feeling to twist brutally in the pit of his stomach as he finally took notice of the other two demons, only one truly catching his attention. Arthur.

    Just seeing the Brit brought the usual, natural feeling of hatred bubbling up inside him. Had it been any other situation, the Frenchman wouldn't snapped out an insult at the Brit upon seeing him. But not now. Ivan, of course, had been right; Arthur was now a demon. First Prussia, and now Arthur?

    Now, Francis knew better than to insult the Brit. Those harmless chokeholds, tackles, and worthless attacks from the two's constant bickering in the past, could easily kill Francis now. Feeling a flicker of alarm and fear, Francis shakilly glanced at the Brit, but stayed put, thinking that the Brit would possibly take pleasure in the task at hand, be amused or mock the Frenchman's fear.

    One wrong move, one wrong word, would result in death. For once, Francis just faintly hoped Ivan would arrive soon; but then again, a small part of him hoped Ivan would stay clear-to save himself at least.



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    Post  Ivan Braginski on April 8th 2012, 9:41 pm

    I'm so sorry for not being on. We had a big thunderstorm hit our area on Friday and knock out our wi-fi :/ I shall now make up for it by sending an obnoxiously long comment. Wooooo.





    The modern bustle of Dallas city could be both smelled and heard in the distance; The buildings of the area were surrounded with smaller shops, streets, and of course, cars with Americans in them. Ivan chose to stay at a hotel in the middle of a city in order for their sent to be masked by the demons, just until Viorica could get a chance to recover. Now if he could only remember where it was…

    The noise of the city was at such a great level, that the oblivious Russian hadn’t even heard his phone go off. He was currently quite oblivious to the danger that his French ally was in.

    "Ivan...once you get us somewhere safe...please be careful... I fear the arrangement you made with Francis may be a trap. God bless you remain unharmed..."

    Ivan forced a casual smile to appear as he looked over at the angel. But her words made him only more aware at the risk he will take just by meeting his ally at the park. He said nothing in reply, but an odd sense of comfort settled in place of the tension at Viorica’s last words; it was even enough to soften that vacant smile of his.

    Russia finally found the building he was looking for; a tall, 10-story hotel building near the center of the city. It wasn’t anything too special, yet it was decent enough to be comfortable in. Ivan pulled the battered car into one of the parking spaces and unhitched his seatbelt.

    “Ai’m going in to get our keys… wait here for a few moments.”

    With that, the silver-haired Russian slipped out of his car and wandered inside the lobby, ignoring the odd stares he was getting from the by standing Americans.



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    A darkened swamp lay only a mile or two away from where the demons lye. Night birds and crickets were adding their voices to the growing night chorus that whispered gently in the darkening lands. Suddenly… all was quiet. Not even the wind whispered between the leaves of the swamp grass.

    The black, murky waters began to churn and bubble like tar in the center of one of the thick marshes; a foul stench wafted from the black muck… a stench seemingly similar to one of blood or rotting flesh…

    Suddenly, two massive bat-like wings burst from the mire, followed by the monstrous head and rippling shoulders of a horned beast that slowly rose like a corpse out of the muck. Fleshless nostrils flared in a deep, raspy snort that sent a rippling gust over the water. Whatever the beast was… it was not familiar with its surroundings.

    A gurgling rumble sent spine-chilling vibrations through the surrounding air as the Beast rose and stalked out of the mire before shaking its thick, filthy pelt free from the muck. A long, muscular tail followed and flicked irritably.

    Razac Shivaki was the Matriarch of the Skull-faced beasts of the Atakapa tribe, and the master of the death demons of the underworld. Shivaki had been ordered to find out what was taking Alfred so long to complete his mission, and by the looks of things, the Ax-tailed she-devil was not happy.

    The beast’s rotted upper lip curled up in a deep, rattling snarl as it scanned the area through foggy brown irises; thick strands of venomous saliva dripped from those dagger-like fangs.

    “Pity, my loves....” It snarled vacantly with a twitch of a torn ear. Several large black serpents hissed from the beast’s spine, between the acid-tipped quills that guarded its spine, neck, and shoulders. It smelled human flesh... oh, the joy of the slaughter was so near... but Razac had a mission to accomplish; to babysit some fledgling.

    The monster rose to its stunning 15 ft height, and held its spiny, bat-like wings clutched loosely at its heaving, rippling sides as it prowled like a cat in the swampy area. No sound was made under those massive clawed paws, despite the extreme muscular weight that was packed on an iron-like skeleton.

    The beast froze in its tracks as a gentle breeze shifted through the trees. Shivaki’s fleshless nostrils rippled as an ever-so-familiar sent caught it’s attention; angles.

    Razac’s frothing jowls snapped open as a hideous hacking noise shot out of its jaws. Just the thought of those filthy white rats made Shivaki’s armored flesh crawl.

    “VULPEZ!” It screeched harshly. The screech was followed by a snarling inhale; the thick, acidic saliva made breathing a little bit hard at times.

    A large fox appeared from the undergrowth. At first glance, one might have mistaken it for a jackal or a maned wolf due to its unusually large size.

    The vulpez halted a few paces away from the towering war beast and stared up at her with dead, hollow black eyes.

    “I need to hunt. Send those runts my regards. You know whom I speak of, and what to do next.”

    The fox’s vacant expression was unwavering at the she-devil’s raspy tone. It nodded stiffly before turning and walking off like some sort of possessed zombie. The fox headed in the direction of the Demons and the Frenchman, as if he knew where they have been this whole time....


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    The Russian returned to the car only a few minutes upon entering the hotel building. The day was coming to and end, and Ivan really didn’t feel like wandering out at night.

    Ivan’s head tilted ever so slightly as he gazed at the unconscious angel. He reached down and placed a hand on her head.

    “Vio...” The Russian said lightly, his tone suggested that he might be in a hurry, but didn't want to seem rude.

    “Please wake up... we have our room. Just a few more moments, and you can rest...”

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    Ayaka 'Anolani

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    Post  Ayaka 'Anolani on April 9th 2012, 12:15 am

    I'm sorry for not replying in so long, went off to camp and didn't get the chance to tell so i'll try to make a really long response. Again I am very sorry to you all. ; A ;


    As the car rolled along, the young state, was still fighting the pain that she had taken away from the angel in exchange for protecting them. She didn't show signs of her being in pain, but she was as they rolled along. They were then parked in the parking garage of a hotel. She saw that the Russian had left the car to go into it. She guessed that this was where they were going to stay for the night. After he left, she looked towards the front of the car by the driver's seat. There seemed to be a light flashing from the Russian's cellphone. A voicemail perhaps? She grabbed the phone and looked inside. It said Francis Bonnefoy was the missed call with a voicemail that indeed was recorded. Sadly she then called the Russian's voicemail to see what was said.

    "I suggest you come to the park as soon as possible. If you don't, a dead man will be on you."

    Her father was the one that had left a voicemail. She started trembling after hearing what he had said. Soon the Russian entered back into the car again with the keys for the room. He was trying to wake up the injuried angel as she slept. She then grabbed the Russian's hand that was on her head and took it away as she placed his phone in it on speakerphone.

    "I'm sorry but Mr. Braginski..You don't have time to be making a wake up call to her now. Listen."

    She played the message to him back to him so that he could hear. She then placed a big blanket on the angel and as the Russian wasn't looking, shrunk the angel into the size of a small child so that way people's suspicions wouldn't rise when seeing her.

    [color=violet]]"Mahalo Mr. Braginski, I'll take her and Elizaveta to the room to rest, meanwhile, you should get going to meet Mr. Bonnefoy. I fear the dangers tonight will only get worse if you stay here for too long. Hurry."/color]
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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 9th 2012, 1:23 am



    Once landing upon the ground again, the angel had been prepared for the worst. She was already surprised that her demonic brother hadn't already ripped the wings off her back, and suspected she wouldn't have to wait much longer. Cheers for his encouragement were even sent down, as if her demise was to be a spectacle work watching.

    "FINISH HER OFF~!"

    Marguerite glanced up at the other two demons just as Alfred did. To her displeasure, she found that one of the Allies had already been turned before she had been given a chance to defend him. Their power was growing much too quickly, but she had more immediate matters to attend to. Flicking her eyes back to the demon before her sent more chills down her spine. The way he licked his lips, his claws and fangs lengthening, frightened her. She knew she was no fighter, unlike the one she'd been sent to guide. However, just when she thought it was going to end, he stopped. The Frenchman was gone.

    A pain of dread hit the angel. The French Ally stood no chance against the American's new speed, and if she jumped in to help, the other two demons would only stop her. All she could do was wait.

    As soon as the demon delivered the Frenchman's body and left once more, the angel sprang into action. She kicked forcefully upward from the ground, the additional force of her wings sending her shooting upward like a bullet towards the other two demons. She landed herself between the demons and her 'father', placing a hand gently on one of his own as she shot her adversaries a warning stare.

    "You will not touch him."

    In an instant, the angel had formed a sort of light barrier around both the Frenchman and herself. If the demon's even attempted to touch it, the innocent power of her shield could turn them to a pile of dust. The energy it radiated made that clear. There were five small seals just within the border of the protective layer. Two of which, were blackened.

    "Do you know what this is? I may not be able to fight, but I can surely defend. This barrier is special. One touch, and it could easily kill you on the spot. As long as half of these seals are still pure, you have no chance of returning this man to Alfred's hands." She looked down at the seals and pointed to each one in turn. "America...England...France...Russia...China... The five I was sent to protect... She glanced at the British man. "But it seems...I was a little late. Let's just hope Viorica can defend that Russian properly."






    The Transylvanian lied still even after the car was parked outside the hotel. The longer she slept, the darker her dreams became, and the harder it was to wake up. She thought it might be an aftereffect of her cousin's pentagram, but for some reason, so no longer felt the searing pain accompanied with it. That meant one thing... The darkness in her dreams was being brought out by her own conscience. The thought greatly disturbed her, but there was she could do to defend herself from her own mind. So she listened quietly to the faint whispers of voices of the people watching over her.

    “Vio... Please wake up... we have our room. Just a few more moments, and you can rest...”

    The idea of waking and settling down into a nice warm bed was certainly inviting, but alas, something was keeping the girl in her slumber. She was being held back from awakening, most likely due to the slow work of her healing powers. But along with that, she sensed a much greater darkness in the world around her. It was one that made her tremble and caused her much distress. She wanted to get up and grab the girls to scream at them to run... This evil was more powerful than any demon they had so far encountered... A demon of Death, on the hunt for human and most likely angelic flesh.

    Viorica was left with no choice but to hope she healed in time. The Russian needed to go and the girls needed rest as well. And she, as a tainted angel,was going to need power. Else, facing the beast on the prowl would end in all their deaths. All of a sudden...that dark clawed hand that had been offered to her didn't seem like such a bad offer after all... Maybe it was right... Perhaps it was time she accepted her fate. Her heart was torn between options, pros and cons of each path she could take. Would she remain an out-of-place angel, or become the demon that she was created to be? The decision was just within her grasp... The only thing she needed was a little push...






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    Post  Ayaka 'Anolani on April 9th 2012, 3:07 am

    The young state took Elizaveta and the angel with her to the hotel room. Two beds were in the main bedroom and a regular size head bathroom. She placed the angel on the bed and reverted her back to her original size. Finding a medkit, the state started wrapping and placing bandages and medicine an the angel's injuries. She then noticed that the angel seemed to be sleeping for a very long time. She placed her hand over the angel's forehead and closed her eyes. She soon could feel that something was wrong in her conscience. She then looked deeper to find the angel and a clawed hand holding out to her. The angel's expression seemed to be torn between choices. The girl then ran to he and grabbed the angel's hand, thinking that if she is to take the clawed one, then her fate will be sealed to eternal sleep.

    "Don't go! Don't leave!"
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    Post  Arthur Kirkland on April 9th 2012, 10:34 am



    Arthur smirked as Alfred recognized him. Oh, what a joy for those that were to be killed at the hands of a demon.

    Just as Alfred left to chase off the Frenchman, Arthur looked over at the angel still on the ground as if she were a trapped rabbit. He leaned close enough to Gilbert so his voice was barely above a whisper. "I'll go on ground just in case she gets any ideas of running away.." He said, hopping down onto ground level with a soft thud as his feet hit the earth.

    When Alfred came back with Francis, Arthur couldn't help but frown. Just looking at him filled him with pure hatred and he wanted to destroy him at that very instant. He was greatly pleased that the American let him be the one to annihilate the Frenchman if he dared do anything, like run away once more. "Is that dear, I smell, Francis~?" He asked, smirking and cracking his knuckles. His happines, if one could call it that, was short lived when the angel put up a protective barrier around her and the Frenchman. "Tch! You think you;re the only one that can do magic, love?" He mocked, stepping back and drawing a pentagram with his foot real quick. "Let me show you...~"Whispering softly to himself as he cut his palm with a small dagger he took out from his pocket. He traced the pentagram over with his black blood and squeezed his hand tightly into a fist as he let the blood drip in the middle of it. Arthur bowed and with all his might, punched the ground in the middle of the pentagram, activating the spell.

    The ground beneath their feet shook violently as if something dip inside the oare of the earth was waking from a deep slumber. A huge crack formed, running from the pentagram all the way into the forest, as the rumbling kept going. The sides began to cave into themselves, causing anyone within the perameter to fall into the abyss. In an instant, the group split open to the size of a three lane freeway and up from the depths surged the flames of Hell. Flames surged upwards like a wave of ocean water, consuming anything near their path of destruction and blacking the sides of the crevice upon contact. If the angel decided to save herself, France would fall and that would give Arthur the chance to take him and handle him properly. If she decided to save France, that would put her at risk of burning her wings off due to the immense heat that only demons could handle. Either way, she lost.
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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 9th 2012, 3:42 pm


    "Don't go! Don't leave!"

    These words stunned the angel from her worried trance. Her eyes widened and she turned to the girl that had grasped her hand. How was it possible that this girl had entered such a deep crevice in her mind. She must have been much more powerful than she had originally anticipated. The girl's words were kind and desperate, but Viorica knew there was little she could do to comfort the human. How was she going to explain that what the girl was witnessing was inevitable? With a sigh, she took hold of both the Hawaiian's hands, looking deep into her eyes.

    "Ayaka...I want you to listen to me, and listen to me closely. What you see here...is my inevitable truth. I can promise you, it will not silence me forever...but it may turn me on you. I am sure you have noticed that I am not a normal angel. That is because, from the very day I came into the world, I was destined to forbidden from salvation. I am no angel; I am simply a demon who was given a heart..."

    She placed a gentle hand on the girl's cheek, smiling sadly. If she wanted them to survive, she had choices to make. They would be risky, and harsh, but darkness was escalating too swiftly. She was sure she'd felt the ground shake just then, accompanied by the fires of hell. It was in the same direction the Russian was headed and she had to protect him. Grasping Ayaka's shoulders like a parent would a small child, Viorica explained what she wanted the girl to do.

    "I am going to wake up soon. When I do, I must go. You need to take Elizaveta and find yourself a safe place to hide. Make sure its a tight space that can mask your scents. There are darker forces than demons roaming this world... You must not come in contact with them. I will try to lead them elsewhere and I will send someone else to watch over you both. I fear my time left on your side may be short..." She pulled the Hawaiian into a tight hug. "Stay safe for me, please..."

    Soon after her final words, the angel awoke, expelling the girl from her mind. She sat up quickly and moved around her wings a bit, making sure they had healed enough for flight. Her left wing was no longer broken and her energy had restored considerably. Satisfied, she held out her hand, two charms appearing in her open palm. Each one looked like a small feathered wing, though made of a golden metal. She handed one to Ayaka with an intense stare.

    "Keep this with you at all costs. When I find help, this will allow them to appear at your side. It will also act as a charm of good fortune. No demonic presence should affect you as long as you bear it. Though, you should keep hold of Elizaveta's hand. Otherwise, only you will be affected."

    She walked up to the window and pushed it open, placing one foot on the bottom as she prepared to fly out toward the mass of dark energy she sensed so close to them. "Good luck you two...God be with you..."

    And with that, the angel pushed off, her wings spreading in flight. One pulse of her wings and she shot through the air at amazing speed. She had more flying experience than most, after all, having used many aerial transformations in her vampire days. But such times were long gone now. What mattered most, was getting to the hellish scene, and putting a stop to the uproar. There were lives depending on it...







    "Tch! You think you're the only one that can do magic, love? Let me show you...~"

    The mass of hell spread out before the angel widened her eyes in fear. It didn't take long for her to realize her choices. Whether she saved the Frenchman or herself, either way, someone was going to suffer for it. The only other possible option was that by some miracle, someone came to her aid. She would need to act soon, but for just a moment, she closed her eyes to pray, saying no words out loud, but begging in her mind for a savior to come to their aid. Things weren't going well at all, and time was running out. She would have to save Francis. It was her purpose after all. But just as she was about to break the barrier and move the man to safety, a voice rang out from above, stopping her dead in her tracks.

    "HEY!! LOUSY BRIT!! WHY NOT TRY PICKING ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE?!!"

    The angel knew that voice well; it was Viorica. She watched in awe as the tainted angel zoomed down in front of her, using a similar pentagram marking to put up a stronger barrier between the pure angel and the rising flames. The girl turned to her, tossing a small charm at the Canadian's feet.

    "Grab Frenchie's hand and take that! It will take you somewhere safer than here! There are two human girls there as well. Get all of them to the safest place you can think of, quickly! NOW GO!"

    The Canadian nodded and took Francis' hand before picking up the charm and disappearing in a flash of light. She wished she could have thanked the younger girl before she left, but she knew the seriousness of the situation, and was positive that the Transylvanian did too.




    As soon as the Canadian and the Frenchman disappeared, Viorica kept up her barrier, making sure to fly back a good distance away from the flames before she dropped her shield. Her multi-colored eyes gazed in turn to both the Brit and the Prussian, taking less interest in the Brit and much more to the Prussian, with whom she chose to lock eyes.

    "Come on, Gil~ It's about time we fought it out, don't you agree. You swore you would drag me back to Hell where I belong..." She smirked darkly as a blade formed in her grip, pointed straight at his blackened heart.

    "...And I dare you to try."






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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 9th 2012, 5:15 pm


    Alfred, once calmed, turned his head and watched the events unfold before his eyes. He smirked, adoring the way the Brit handled the situation. Why couldn't any of the other allies be more like him? Alfred had always had a more special bond to the Brit, and that would be no different for his demon self. His eyes seemed to come to life when Arthur activated a spell to counter the angel's given protection. As the ground split and released life-threatening flames, he chuckled darkly to himself. The sickening idea that this whole world might be engulfed in those same flames soon, was making him giddy. His joy was only shortly lived though as the other angel appeared.

    "You people have too good of timing..." He growled to himself, turning his attention away from the fight and glancing over at the Frenchman. He seemed to no longer care about Francis. He was more concerned on whether or not the Russian was going to show his traitor-self. Even if Alfred only managed to recruit Ivan, he still had Arthur and Gilbert. He wouldn't even need to attempt to communicate with the Chinese man. Yes...things would be just fine.

    Things would go to plan.



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    Post  Francis Bonnefoy on April 9th 2012, 8:20 pm

    Francis was, quite frankly, rather surprised at how quickly the events played out, one by one.

    "Is that fear, I smell, Francis~?"

    The Brit's words highly annoyed the Frenchman, and by now it was quite obvious the Brit was enjoying himself by the smirk etched across his features and the cracking of his knuckles. Francis knew better than to throw out a nasty retort at the Brit; a simple insult would do much more harm than good now, as much as he utterly hated the Brit with a fiery passion that Francis was rarely afraid to admit aloud.

    "You will not touch him."

    However, Francis couldn't help but feel naturally relieved as the angel began taking action, the lighted barrier surrounding both he and the angel in an innocent, protective shield. The two blackened seals in the barrier caught the Frenchman's eye for a moment, but he quickly shrugged it off without a second thought as his attention reverted back to Arthur, who had begun forming the pentagram, proceeding to punch the center. It seemed as though Arthur's little magic tricks, according to the Frenchman, we now proving 'useful' in the Brit's case.

    In all honesty, Francis was a bit ashamed of himself for, well, being utterly terrified. But then again, the usual nagging thought came up. Honestly, who wouldn't be terrified in such situations? The ground cracked below at Arthur's spell, Hell's flames surging mercilessly upwards from the darkened abyss below.

    At this point, Francis knew well that no matter what the angel could do, one had the higher chance of suffering horribly-however, the thought that the angel still needed to protect the five lingered in his mind; America and England, who were practically beyond needing to be saved-and the remaining three, Russia, China, and of course, himself. Francis uneasily hoped that the other two wouldn't end up in this literal hellhole, or become a victim of the demons' manipulation and skills.

    And at the moment, reverting back to the situation at hand, Francis could only worry about himself and the angel, who had been assigned to protect his life and the lives of the other allies. Whatever happened, one would either perish or live if the angel acted quickly. As Alfred glanced at Francis, the Frenchman couldn't help but glare slightly, not that it would do any good-they may have been allies for who-knows-how-long, but this time was utterly, completely different. Betrayal would only come too easily.

    "HEY!! LOUSY BRIT!! WHY NOT TRY PICKING ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE?!!"

    At hearing the unfamiliar voice and its words, during any other situation, Francis would've sniggered with amusment, even at the minor insult thrown at the Brit. The Frenchman's gaze flickered to Viorica; perhaps this was the angel Russia had mentioned on the phone before Alfred's sudden appearence?

    As the stronger barrier was placed by the new arrival, the charm thrown to the angel next to him, he could only snap back to attention and hold tightly onto the Canadian's hand-before he knew it, the two had dissapeared on the spot, bringing relief that at least the two of them were finally out of the midst of the possible bloodbath waiting to occur.



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    Post  Ivan Braginski on April 9th 2012, 9:00 pm

    Amid the chaos, an eerie pulse beat faintly from the air. With each pulse, the sound grew quieter...quieter...quieter until..

    Nothing..

    The hellflames were roaring, the wind was blowing, and the sky was thundering, yet not a sound was heard...

    Pulse...pulse...pulse...

    A shadow grew from the trees and spread tentical-like over the cracked ground; A fox the size of a large dog emerged from that shadow and approached the group in a slow, zombie-like stride

    The thick, matted fur of the Vulpez was a mix of muted dirty browns and reds, and hung loosley from it's skeletal frame. The long, white-tipped tail slid on the ground behind it. The fox's tattered ears were pinned loosely to it's light-colored skull.

    Pulse...Pulse...Pulse...

    The Soul-snatcher stared at the demons through sunken black, unblinking eyes. They were as hollow and lifeless as it's own possessed corpse. The hellflame was still roaring, yet the fox passed right through and halted.

    Greetings, Hellslaves. A rough, mechanical voice echoed in the pulsing silence, yet the fox's jaws moved not.

    I have come to give you tidings and a warning. A monster has come up from the Underworld and is on the prowl. It is not happy you are taking this long to complete this simple task.

    The fox remained both unblinking and unmoving. Those miserable souless eyes stared blankly at nothing. After a few moments of silence, his head shifted toward the Prussian.

    It is especially unhappy with you, dark guardian. You will be meeting the beast sooner than you expect. I recomend you find your targets and put and end to this task... before it shows up and punishes the fledgling. You know of whom I speak, Red-Eyed.



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    Post  Ayaka 'Anolani on April 9th 2012, 9:04 pm

    "Keep this with you at all costs. When I find help, this will allow them to appear at your side. It will also act as a charm of good fortune. No demonic presence should affect you as long as you bear it. Though, you should keep hold of Elizaveta's hand. Otherwise, only you will be affected."

    She did as the angel told and wore the charm. The young state then took Elizaveta with her out of the hotel to somewhere more isolated. There was an office building that seemed to be isolated and well enough to keep them safe.

    "Hurry this way, in that building."she told Eliza as they headed toward and into the building.

    They stopped to catch their breath as they were running the whole time. The state then heard something come in from the window..could it be a friend or foe?

    "Whose's there!!"

    She turned to see who it was and saw that it was another angel and the French man.

    "Oh thank god, it's you." she said with relief.

    The state then took the two somewhere to rest for a bit and treated their injuries. She then felt the ground shake, and went to the window to see what was going on. A huge crack had appeared with fires reaching out from it. It was slowly growing, and as it did she saw Russia as he was heading toward the forest.

    If Mr. Bonnefoy is here then that means that Mr. Braginski is in trouble now!

    She stormed out of the building and made sure that the other three were safe. She ran to the Russian. Soon she made it to him before he hit the forest area by grabbing his sleeve and tugging it.

    "Wait! Mr. Braginski! Don't go, Mr. Bonnefoy is safe with Elizaveta and another angel. If you go then it'll just in vain. Hurry and go back to help them out." she pointed to the building that they were in and left him as she headed into the forest.

    She soon made it to the scene of the fight, where she saw Alfred, Gilbert and Arthur with Viorica. She used the forest to hide her self from the demons as she watched from the sidelines.

    The Pentacle on her shoulder started to hurt more than before from being so close to the owner of it. Now her back started to feel pain as well, like it was on fire. The pain was bearable still as she watched quietly, yet she didn't know that the pentacle had evolved a bit. The mark had added on to her back as it started to form two small black marks, in the shape of spiked wings.

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    Post  Fish on April 10th 2012, 1:55 am

    When ordered to keep watch over the angel, he turned to Arthur with slight disbelief. "Can you believe this guy?" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Who died and made you king? Instead of doing what he was told, he stayed seated, too relaxed to move a muscle. Only when Alfred returned with a badly beaten Frenchman did he move away from the ledge to stand up. The male was so transfixed on the Frenchman that he barely missed Alfred's second set of commands. He glanced over at the American and nodded once in understanding before going back to stare at Francis. For once, his eyes did not reflect anger and cruelty, just...pity. He could feel a twang of guilt deep within his blackened soul and was nearly enough to drive him mad. To be honest, he was beginning to feel a bit sorry for all of humankind...

    The male made his way over to the Frenchman, ready to attack if need be, but stopped in his tracks when the angel cast her holy shield. "Meddlesome little rat..." The male growled out loudly as he backed off slowly, putting some distance between the barrier and himself. He rubbed the bridge of his nose while putting a hand on his hip. "I've had just about enough of these distractions..."

    It seemed Arthur was too; the demon beside him created a large fissure that opened up the depths of Hell itself. Well, that was one way to take care of things...and the Prussian was content with letting the Brit handle things. He was always better at using his demonic powers for magic than he did. Gilbert soon realized that he wouldn't be able to last a second in his current form in the overwhelming heat and quickly transformed. If the angels weren't bothersome enough as is, constantly switching between human and demon forms was beginning to become a real pain in the ass as well. And speaking of pains in the ass, that same angel from before had reappeared to take over. The male had to keep from tearing his own hair out! The demon's black tail lashed about angrily, and he flashed the angel a toothy grin. There was something different about her from their last exchange. Something sinister underneath her skin that tore away at her. "Yes, I have said that...but now I realize you won't be needing my help. That demon inside of you, what you really are, will take you there itself. Fight it to your heart's content, but escape is inevitable."

    His amused expression quickly faded as the male laid eyes on the approaching Vulpez. Whatever the hell it was here for, it sure wasn't for a pleasant chat. As soon as it began to speak, Gilbert averted his eyes and stared intently at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. He winced at the Vulpez's words, wings and head hung low in embarassment. He his hands balled up into angry fists as he finally faced the Vulpez. "Oh yeah? Is she now? Well I'd like to see her try and do this on her own! Why send me out here to do her work if she's just gonna complain?!" He was getting sick and tired of taking orders. That was the whole reason he left Heaven in the first place, and now even in Hell, he had to obey...He had half the mind to rebel for the second time of his life and live free.




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    Post  Ivan Braginski on April 10th 2012, 12:09 pm

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    Something odd happened... something... never before seen.

    The fox's vacant stare remained just as blank as before at the demon's words... yet a black stain on its back began to spread up to its shoulders like blood. The black began to bubble like hot tar when suddenly, something began to emerge from it;

    The cracked, fanged snout of a skull was the first to emerge from the sticky black stain of the back of the vulpez, followed by foggy white eyes.... then torn ears... then the head and shoulders of a large black Hellhound. The skull-faced hound let out an ear-splitting screech as it clawed its way out of the vulpez's back as if it was coming out from a porthole of sticky mire.

    The large, clawed paws of the black, sulfur -furred hound finally hit the ground, searing the grass until it was nothing but a dead black clump. The Hellhound's sides heaved for a few short moments, yet a rattling growl rippled from between bared fangs as it raised its head and aimed those frothing jowls right at Gilbert. A deep, throaty bark burst from the hound, and at that exact moment, more heads began to emerge from the back of the vacant-staring fox.

    Jowls snapped, beasts yipped, and the skull-like heads of jackals, hellhounds, and soul-snatching Foxes pushed themselves up from the black… one by one did the scrawny demons stumble to earth and sniff their new surroundings.

    Sooner than one could take this in, over a dozen new beasts stalked to the sides of the fox;

    Snarling...hacking...barking.... they just stood amongst the Hellfire from the Englishman's spell as if they were standing in paw-deep water.

    Three of the black hellhounds prowled their way up to Viorica's light shield and began to bark madly at it. Their failed attempts to sink their fangs into that tender Angel flesh aggravated one of them, and without a second thought, the foolish hound sprang at the barrier and collided into it with full force. However, a harsh yelp rang out as the hound vanished into nothing but a cloud of ash upon hitting the Holy barrier. The glowing embers that remained fell harmlessly to the ground

    The vulpez's hollow expression was unchanging as the Soul-Snatchers snarled toward the demons…

    Do not speak like such, Hellslave, For she did not come by her own will. The rough voice spoke out again. It was clear... loud even... over the muted hell-flames and the malicious growling that bubbled from the beasts. As the Vulpez spoke, several of the foxes and sulfurous hounds stalked behind and around Gilbert, itching and just thirsting for action, yet daring not to come too close

    Five of the soul-snatchers began to close in around Arthur, prowling around him like predators would prey. One of the decaying jackals gave a harsh snarl and took a snap from the English demon’s leg before springing back. Another one closed in and lashed out at the Brit’s hip from another direction. The jackals continued their little tormenting game; one strikes and springs back, while another strikes from a different angle.

    As for the Pure Ones, do not waste your strength on them. Those two cannot stand against the darkness alone.

    The fox’s jowls parted open a bit before snapping shut. A cracking noise shot out from the vulpez’s jaws as his fangs clicked together. At the noise, the Soul-snatchers rose their heads and, without warning, turned and bolted as a pack into the woods; their savage yipping barks echoed grimly throughout the area.

    A black mist began to swirl around the fox’s paws and lick upwards along those scrawny black legs. The higher they went, the dimmer the Englishman’s hellfire grew. Once the mist reached the vulpez’s shoulders, his paws had vanished…the rest of his body began to fade into a whispy black smoke that faded in the wind. The fox’s hollow back eyes remained just as blank and empty as before as he just faded into the fog; the flames from hell too faded as the fox did, and the cracks began to mend. The vulpez’s voice spoke out once more like a dark, whispery echo in the night;


    Save your strength, for your target draws near.

    -~*~-


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    The poor Russian was oblivious to the chaos going on in the woods for tending to the Angel and the females back at the hotel room. He had even failed to notice the blazing hellfire due to the curtains drawn shut.

    But now, Russia was currently striding through the woods on the way to the park. Ivan had left his AK-47 at the hotel room with Hungary for protection, and now was armed with only his sturdy water pipe, a handgun, and two combat knives.

    A trembling in the ground halted his pace. Were there earthquakes in these parts?

    Suddenly, a burst of flame shot out of the cracked ground right in front of Ivan, resulting in him giving a brief yelp and leap back and upwards. In a desperate attempt to keep from falling into the black abyss, Ivan grabbed hold of a branch and swung himself out of reach of the roaring flames.

    The heat… it seared his skin under that heavy trench coat.

    With gritted teeth, the Russian pulled himself higher into the tree before casting a glance back to the burning ground. He instantly regretted such an action.

    Black was all he could see under the torrential hell-fire. He stared in horror as the flames began to lick the bottom part of the tree and slowly began to work their way up.

    Ivan did not know how long he was up there; battling the serpent-like tentacles of fire that were scratching at his heels and searing the ends of his scarf. It felt like ages…

    However, to his utter amazement and relief, the fire began to die away. Unknowing to him that the Soul-Snatchers were on the loose, he cautiously made his way down the tree; the silence was deafening when;

    “Ayaka!” He burst, startled at her sudden appearance. A frown touched his brow as she ordered his to fall back. Heh…. Russia takes orders from no one.

    A heavy hand on her shoulder stopped the State from going deeper into the woods, and pulled her back.

    “You are not going anywhere.” The Russian smiled pleasantly. “Go back to de Hotel wit de oders and help protect dem, we are safe dere for now. Francis might be alright, bit ai need to see for myself exactly what we are up against. Don’t argue wit me.” Ivan gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the city, yet the shove was firm enough to push her forward a few steps.

    “And tell France dat ai will be having a leetle talk wit him when ai get back…”

    With that, Ivan gave a cheery chuckle and continued toward the area; little did he now, however, how near he was to the trap….
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    When the Canadian took hold of the charm Viorica had given her, she was surprised to have been transported just outside an old office building. She heard soft voices inside, and determined that it was where she was supposed to be. With a small smile, she kept hold of the Frenchman's hand, leading them to an open window. She slipped through and directed him to do the same.

    She wandered around the building until she found the other two girls, greeting them with a nod. They looked unharmed, which brought her a sense of relief.

    "Yes...My name is Marguerite. Viorica sent me to watch over you. You're not hurt are you? I can take a look at any of your injuries after I tend to Francis." She glanced back at the Frenchman worriedly. He'd taken quite a beaten from the American and his wounds didn't look very pleasant. "Do you think you could sit down? I'll be able to heal you more quickly this way."

    She watched the young Hawaiian as she ran out, curious what she was up to. She was about to chase after the girl when she decided against it. Ayaka had an easily detected protective nature. Going after her would do no good at all. With a sigh, she returned her attention to the Frenchman, beginning to tend to his wounds.






    "Yes, I have said that...but now I realize you won't be needing my help. That demon inside of you, what you really are, will take you there itself. Fight it to your heart's content, but escape is inevitable."

    A low growl escaped the Transylvanian's throat at the Prussian's words. He was right of course, but the fact that he'd noticed the change in her so quickly was causing her rage to increase. She payed little attention to the Vulpez and its words, feeling they no longer concerned her. However, she couldn't help chuckling at her cousin's response.

    "Still tired of orders Gil~? Hell not living up to your expectations?"

    She smirked, placing her free hand on her hip. The former demon remembered the impatience and cruelty of the Matriarch she-demon quite well. It would be interesting if she had another run-in with the beast before the war ended. So, she finally took attention to the Vulpez. The pack of emerging hellhounds affected her little, knowing as they had no power to touch her as long as her shield held in place.

    As for the Pure Ones, do not waste your strength on them. Those two cannot stand against the darkness alone. Save your strength, for your target draws near.

    Target? That must mean... Russia?!

    The angel's eyes widened as the hellhounds fled to the woods. He was bound to be in here, and she had a natural instinct to protect him.

    "Dammit!!"

    She dropped her shield and turned around, facing the woods immediately. Wings spread, she prepared to make a rush to the location of the Russian. Momentarily, dropping her guard from the demons.





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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 10th 2012, 3:44 pm

    -is apparently invisible to the soul snatchers- BAHAHA! I love you, Ivan.



    Alfred watched the events unfold before his eyes. Quite frankly, he was more irritated than the demons combined in this area. He was tired of trying to get allies to listen, he was tired of angels attempting to ruin everything, and he was most definitely tired of the thought that they might fail this mission if they didn't work fast. He said nothing as the Soul Snatchers presented themselves, smirking when the Vulpez did not take one glance at him. Alfred didn't care much that he had come, because it might things easier for them. And as he sent the hounds darting in the direction of the Russian, Alfred realized this might just work...

    Until that damned angel took off after them.

    He would not allow it.

    His wings spread and he lunged himself after her, flying low to the ground and zipping past the other demons. He kicked off the ground, increasing his speed until he came barreling into the angel, allowing the Snatchers to escape freely after the Russian. Alfred held the angel down, hissing disturbingly into her ear. "You have much still to learn!" He growled, pinning her roughly to the ground. "We will not allow you to get in the way anymore." He was in her face, eyes resembling a mad man's. They flickered to her wings, where his fingers curled slightly and pressed against the left one. Slowly, and tormentingly, he drug his nails down her pure wings, ripping them as he did. He continued to drag his nails down her wing, leaving it shreaded and torn (but possibly still repairable). When he finished, he stood off of her and forced her to her feet. Turning to face the Brit and Prussian, he looked as though he might order them around again, but he was tired of that too. He merely tossed her in their direction and glanced away.

    They would just need to keep an eye on the two angels and the Frenchman, while waiting for the Snatchers to return with the Russian. He couldn't wait to see the look on Ivan's stupid face...


    Forgive me if it seems rushed...or out of place. I am just trying to keep up D: -knows how everyone felt now-



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    Post  Ivan Braginski on April 10th 2012, 4:04 pm

    Oh snap... i did forget something there, didn't I, Al...? lmao

    Oh, and by the way... why everyone think that the snatchers were going after IVAN?! D:< They went to go snatch some souls in some other city... ai dunno. xD But no... sorry to disappoint ya'll... but Ivan's outta the snatcher's reach.. o.O




    "Get off her, Alfred." An unmistakable accent drifted almost lazily from the treeline.

    The tall, silver-haired Soviet paced out from between the trees with his water pipe leaning over his own shoulder. An irritatingly cheery smile was once again plastered on the Russian's features, yet those flickering amethyst irises drilled their savage gaze right on the demon's.

    Ivan's gaze flicked for but a moment to the other two demons. His confidence wavered just slightly at the realization that he would be no match for them if they all attacked at once... but no weakness of the sort leaked through an almost childish mask.

    "You've changed." Ivan said to Alfred with a casual tilt of his head. "Ai must admit.. you do look rather stupid wit dose horns... yet your eyes are quite... lovely~"

    Any Russian could detect the begining of a brutal battle from a mile away [not in litteral terms...], and Ivan knew there was a good chance of getting hurt by his ally... but as long as it kept the demons away from France and the others, Russia wouldn't mind a little bit of pain. Pain was healthy sometimes... it keeps your nerves from growing weak.



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on April 10th 2012, 7:42 pm

    Drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots of tired with outstripped gas bombs that dropped behind, Sweden stumbled out of a pit that burned with the fury of hellish flames. His trench coat was in tatters, eyes swirling purple like a drop of food coloring in a clear glass of water, his mouth in a open frown like the Melpomene - the sad drama face mask-. Each tooth seemed to look sharper, two long fangs digging into his lips as he closed his mouth and licked his perched lips.. Thirsty for hostility.. For anger.. For Vengeance of any sort.. Slowly he reminded that he only went into that ominous pit because Finland had cried that something was in there.. That the other side of the world was in the grasp of hell and he didn’t want anything in their lands.. What a shame that things turned THIS way.

    His ashen face looked like he had seen the horror of horrors, but as two long leather wings unfolded from his back, everything changed. The scent of power from other demons filled his senses, and it quite frankly was pissing him off. Berwald didn’t like that there were others among the globe causing evil and soon to become world war.. Silently, he wished that he had become what he was sooner, but Alfred had took the ace’s in a poker game.. Maybe he could take down the first of the roaming demons, then the other.. Take the powers.. He’d have to do it quietly, stay in the shadows of his deceiving plans.. But he had to start somewhere. Even if it meant siding with angels.

    Like a wolf to the scent of a rabbit, he took off after towards the forest that he could feel the American and Russian,. A sound like a thousand crashing cymbals assaulted ears of innocent men and women as he began..


    ✆ ✆ ✆ ✆


    Landing silently on his heels, Sweden stood behind a tree that hid him, but also gave him a strong view of the whole scene taking place.

    What joy’s this should be to watch.. Why step in now..?” the Swedish man hissed under his breath. A dark aura now thick in his once straight forward tone.

    Looking around the edge of the tree, his dagger-like black nails tore into the tree with great strength. Though cracked and chipped, they were great weapons, just like the colorful orbs and streams of -white- darkness circling around his right arm. His wings closed gracefully and his purple gaze locked onto the pair, silently rooting for the Russian..

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    Post  Ayaka 'Anolani on April 10th 2012, 8:11 pm

    I'm sorry Russia ^^" I don't have enough time to edit my last post but i'll adjust this reply so that it matches yours. AGAIN I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT MAKING YOU CONFUSED AND ALL ; A ;


    The young state did not see the other demon that had come to the scene as well in the shadows. Even though Russia had told her to leave, she disobeyed him and hid in the forest to keep clear of him and everyone. Also hiding behind a tree, she watched the fight. She then saw that the angel had flew up in great speed, but only to see her get hurt. The young state stared in shock and without thinking shot a holy orb at his hands to try and make him release her. But then just after doing so the burning in her back started to feel even more painful.

    "*gasp*"

    She gave a small soft gasp as she felt it burn her back. The mark was starting to take a tole on her small body, slowly making it tainted and slowly burn her. She kept as quiet as she could as she gripped her shoulder. She saw that another demon was there too, an animal demon. It had seemed he was a messenger for a higher up in Hell. This shocked her a bit to see that it was still moving around even though most of it's skin was gone. As much as she was shocked, she wasn't too surprised for it was a creature from hell after all. She sat there waiting on the sidelines, keeping herself out of sight and staying in the shadows.
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    Post  Francis Bonnefoy on April 10th 2012, 8:17 pm

    Francis was just as surprised as the angel was, however he didn't protest as he was guided along by the angel to the window. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, however he slipped in after her, following without a word until they came across the two girls. A flicker of surprise flashed in his gaze at the sight of them, recognizing the Hungarian at first glance, the Hawaiian a bit vague in his memory; he didn't express much concern when she ran out.

    He glanced at the angel when she spoke; now that the two were finally out of the hellish fray, Francis had begun to feel the dull pain of his injuries and bruises more strongly, much to his displeasure. He was quite sure he'd never think of underestimating Alfred's power, or even Arthur's again, after all that had happened in the spurr of the moment.

    "Do you think you could sit down? I'll be able to heal you more quickly this way."

    "Of course." Francis gave a slight nod, and sat, straightening up a bit. He was fairly surprised at himself on how he kept his voice rather steady, despite the fact that he and the angel had quite nearly been killed. Grateful, he didn't protest as the angel began tending to his injuries. "Merci, mademoiselle. For your aid back there. I do hope you're alright." Francis couldn't help but express concern for the young angel, after seeing the little freefall Alfred had done with her previously, followed shortly by the protective shield as Arthur's hellish magic was preformed.

    He was fairly glad, however, that the angel was still alive and well, even after saving his life-it was her job, after all. His gaze flickered over to her questioningly, the pain of his injuries lessening a bit.



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    Post  Arthur Kirkland on April 11th 2012, 12:51 am



    Arthur stood and watched as the events unfulred around them. Even though he was used to the whole darkness and all, those animals sent a small shiver through his whole body. One could even say, he felt actual fear for the first time. The Brit would turn around in circles as the soul-snatchers paced around him. He slightly jumped but kept his ground. After they were done playing their teasing game, he was releived that they left him alone. He watched the fire die down and sighed softly. Such a beautiful sight...only to disappear. Oh well.



    The demon coughed awkwardly, hating to act weak in front of anyone so he crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Alfred attacked the angel. Finally! He has been waiting for what seemed like forever for some bloodshed or fight to begin. "Finish what you came here for Alfred....Show them you're wrath~" he said, smirking evilly as he grabbed the injured angel and shoved her onto the ground full force. The Brit stopped on her back a few times and kicked her towards the Prussian's direction. "Finish her off. She's your prey after all."
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    Post  Eireann Ó'Reilly on April 11th 2012, 2:28 am


    "You have much still to learn! We will not allow you to get in the way anymore."

    Viorica glared at the American as he pinned her down against her will. She was about to make a snappy remark at him, but instead she closed her mouth, having to hold back a scream as he tore at her wings. The way they were shredded would make healing impossibly slow, and the pained seemed numb her whole body as he yanked her to her feet, throwing her like a piece of prey at the remaining two demons.

    Oddly, she made no move against the Brit as he beat down on her back and kicked her toward her cousin. In fact, she couldn't even make out his words. Her whole body felt numb and began to drift back into her unconscious. She cursed to herself in her mind as her vision went black. Her fate was grasping her quicker than she'd expected...





    The angel nodded to the Frenchman with a smile.

    "Oui, Monsieur. I am fine, and it was no problem at all. It is my sworn duty to keep you safe, even at the cost of my own life."

    She pulled back her hands after a few minutes, the gentle light that they emitted had worked as a healing agent, but was no longer needed. Other than a few small bruises, the Frenchman looked completely unharmed. Yet she looked at him questionably, noticing something different about him.

    "..There is something on your mind? I would not reject you an answer if you have something to ask."






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