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Utopia	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
***Okay, this is the last chapter in Part 1! The story will continue in Part 2: The Abyss.
***Warnings: Language, violence, yaoi
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
***EXTRA! EXTRA! Sadiq and Heracles’ story is at the end of this chapter!!!!***

‘We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

Say fuck it before we kick the bucket

Life's too short to not go for broke

So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk!)' -Berzerk- Eminem
Chapter 10: Ebony and Ivory
‘Feliciano as a demon…living in the darkness of the Abyss for all eternity.’ Ludwig sat at a dank bar, gulping down shit beer after shit beer. Ivan was next to him, having bought himself a bottle of vodka. ‘Mate him…and then kill him. I have to make him want to be a demon.’
How could he do that to Feliciano? How could he make that stupid little human into a monster such as he? Feliciano couldn’t run a demon nation! But that wasn’t the worst part of it all. The worst part was having to actually kill Feliciano- he would have to make the choice to live as a demon. That led his mind in another direction. What would Feliciano look like as a demon? Would he have horns? Claws? A tail and wings? Would he have sex appeal? Just what were the Cowards like? They couldn’t be like Sadiq’s group. And just the thought of Feliciano as a demon made him rock hard. He closed his eyes and envisioned a demon Feli baring his fangs and running clawed hands all over his body, begging to be mated and fucked. Ludwig licked his lips, letting his tail sway viciously in excitement. Ivan must have smelt his arousal, for the other demon was soon purring.
Ludwig hissed at him. “This is not for you!”
“Ah, for our little Feli then?” Ludwig glared at him. “As if you needed an excuse to fuck him.”
“I have control, unlike some demons. Feliciano is…too sweet to become a demon.”
“But he has to be. If he doesn’t, then we lose.”
Ludwig hissed again. “I know that! I just wish there were some other way.”
“Speak to Sadiq, and Kiku. I think they will have the best answers for you.”
“Hmph. Sadiq is out with my brother and Kiku is hard to find when the kitsune is meditating.”
“Hm. What are you so afraid of, Ludwig? Fucking Feli to death? Or fearing falling in love with him?”
“How would you like to have that vodka bottle shoved down your throat?”
Ivan chuckled. “Okay, I’m sorry. I spoke too soon. But in my opinion, I think Feliciano will choose to be a demon because he loves you. He is a hopeless romantic. He will choose to follow you.”
“As if you would know about love? You can’t even choose between my brother and Alfred.”
Ivan pouted. “I would love to have them both but they will not cooperate.”
“You can’t have both. It’s one or the other.” He stood up from the stool. “I’m done here. I want to go home.”
In demon form, the two walked along the dark city streets, coming in to a sleazy part of town. Neither one of them cared. Ludwig was lost in thought and Ivan was whistling a tune. The sound of loud laughter and cursing brought their attention to a stoop full of men, about seven or eight. The men took notice of them.
“Hey fags! Is it Halloween already?” Shouted one.
Ludwig frowned. Ivan smiled.
“Hey, big nose!” Called another. “You some kinda retard or somethin’?”
“I guess they going to a…ah, what the fuck that thing called? Oh yeah! Theys going to a Twilight convention!” Everyone laughed. Ludwig was not amused. Ivan didn’t get it.
“Yo, dragon gays!” Said another man, who looked to be the leader. “You got any liquor on ya? Cigs? If not, I’ll just take all ya money!” He flipped out a knife. “No money, then me and my boys here will have ta get rough with ya!” The other men joined with him, holding blunt objects as weapons.
“We don’t want any trouble.” Ludwig said smoothly. “Now step aside so we can be on our way.”
“Hey buddy! Don’t go talkin’ all fancy like! You talk like that, that means you got money! You wanna lose an eye? Hand it over!”
Ivan stepped in front of Ludwig. “My friend here said we would like to be on our way. So please, step aside, before I am forced to rip your face off and wear it as a mask.” Ivan smiled sweetly.
Ludwig crossed his arms. “Ivan, you can do as you want with them. Entertain me. I’m angry.”
“And beating up the bad guys will make you feel better?” Ivan hopped happily from one foot to the other.
“Yeah? Dat so?” The others circled them. “You think ya can take us all on?”
One of the men aimed his fist at Ivan’s back and gave a punch, only to have his wrist shatter and his bone to puncture out through the elbow. He screamed in pain. The others panicked and began to attack. Ivan welcomed it. He let his mouth spread wide, showing the leader all of his many rows of shark teeth. The leader was frozen with fear. Ivan clapped his hands on the man’s head, squeezed tightly, and watched with glee as it exploded. The others tried to run, but Ivan caught up with them. Calling forth one of his instruments of torture, he taunted the men with the large pendulum on a chain. Everywhere they turned, Ivan was there.
“You want to pick on innocent night travelers? Well, we of the night will feast upon the flesh of your corpses!” He let loose the flying pendulum, letting its sharp blade slice three of the men in four pieces each. The remaining few ran, screaming in terror. Ivan ripped out the spine of one and a ribcage of another. For each one, he used his powers to impale their bodies on the streetlights, letting them all hang in a straight row; four on the left and four on the right. One was still alive, paralyzed with shock and fear, his body twitching and bleeding. Ivan flew up to him, smiling. “Aren’t you the one who made fun of my pretty smile? I like my smile a lot. I’m a very handsome demon, and I’m hungry. So very hungry.” Ivan began to pull out the man’s inners, watching the last bit of life in him slowly die. Ivan instead let the guts fall to the street. “As if I’d eat trash.” He flew back down to meet Ludwig. “We should go.”
Ludwig had his arms crossed and tapped his foot. “Was all this really necessary? I meant rough them up a bit. Now we’ve drawn attention to ourselves.”
“Yes, it was.” Ivan smiled. “I never cared for bullies.” He tilted his head to the side. “Never. I hate bullies.”
“Whatever.” He wasn’t in the mood to care enough. “Let’s get out of here.”
They left just in time as the screams were starting and sirens were blaring.
///
Feliciano sat alone in the living room with the news on, staring in terror at the pixiled images of dead bodies hanging from streetlights. The treatment of humans from demons were unspeakable, and to think he would have to live in a world where they were enslaved. He would be fine, though. He would be living safely with Ludwig…but what about his parents? They were overseas now and there was no word, so far, of anything happening there. People were starting to get in a panic after this horrendous event occurred. Would that mean the Fiends will get stronger because everyone is getting scared? He looked up at the ceiling, wishing he could be at that meeting with the other demons. Even Kiku was up there with them. Feliciano was told to stay inside until they came back in. Just what were they talking about up there?
He turned off the television, unable to see anymore, and went up to Romano’s room. Before he went insane with curiosity he had to busy himself, and Romano was due for a bath. He filled up a bowl with water and got some towels from the bathroom along with shampoo and soap. An older man must have lived here with his family, because there was nothing but Old Spice everything in the shower. Removing the top sheets, he slipped some towels under Romano’s limbs and head to catch any water. Wetting a washcloth, he squirted on a tiny amount of the Old Spice bodywash, proceeding first with Romano’s right arm.
“Romano…if I have to leave you behind…will you hate me forever?”
No reaction.
He washed off the soap. “I will do everything I can to make sure you stay with me. If only I could wake you up.” Next he washed the entire right side of him, and then moved to the left. “I was a fool…more so than ever. I tried to tell my feelings to Ludwig and I was rejected.” No response. “I think of all the times you rejected Antonio-“ there was a tear in the corner of Romano’s left eye. “And I get jealous.” He gently rubbed the washcloth along Romano’s chest. “I know you loved him…you just had a cruel and rotten way of showing it.” Now he moved on to the hair, which was always the hardest part. He would have to pick up some dry shampoo. “I want a relationship the same way you had with Antonio. I want that too…and for some reason, I really, really want Ludwig. I don’t know what it is…there’s just something that pulls me to him.” He rubbed the shampoo into a light lather. “I’m such an idiot.”
///
“See, I had been right all along!” Alfred declared proudly. “Feli IS the Fifth Nation, and you all snuffed me!”
Gilbert waved him off with his hand. “Yeah, yeah, sit down and shut up. This is important, you know. We have to kill our precious little human. Or rather, Ludwig does.”
Ludwig frowned deeply. “Why does this keep coming back to me?”
Sadiq answered, “He trusts you the most.”
“It is his feelings towards you.” Kiku added on. “He looks to you as a friend and protector.”
“I think,” Ivan started. “Ludwig is just concerned for Feliciano’s mental state when becoming a demon. As I’m sure we all remember, very clearly, becoming demons ourselves was no cakewalk. It was painful. Excruciating. Feli can’t even stub his toe without crying.”
Gilbert snickered. “He’s a big baby is what he is! But let’s move away from the human right now. Explain again, little bro, just what Seere said.”
“We need to put our conflict on hold to make sure the Light World does not take over.” Ludwig stood up from the roof floor. “Once we get the Light World out of the way, we can continue battling for dominance of this world.”
Sadiq shook his head. “That makes no sense to me. I thought the Fiends are afraid of having the Five Nations come together. We will come together and get rid of the Light World, but then wouldn’t we just destroy the Fiends? Surely they know that already, unless they have a secret plan we don’t know about?”
“We have to talk to Arthur.” Kiku offered. “He can speak to the Dark One about this and maybe He can advise us what to do.”
Ivan spoke up next. “Speaking of Arthur, we need that angel heart he has. Antonio is the angel Seere spoke of, and that angel knows something that we don’t.”
Alfred stood next to him. “Are you saying that Romano’s coma was no accident?”
“We believe that to be so.” Ludwig answered. “That is what Seere said. The car accident was a setup, targeting Antonio rather than Romano. There is one thing we demons have over angels, we cannot be killed in demon or human form by another human. Angels, in human form, can be killed; and Antonio was in his human form. Seere mentioned self-sacrafice, which could be why, when I met Antonio in the hospital, he asked to die looking like a human. But he’s not dead.”
“Then maybe the Light World has abandoned him.” Gilbert offered. “Maybe we can snag him on our side, then we’ll have inside info on the Light World.”
“We won’t know anything until we speak to him.” Ludwig snorted. “I only hope Arthur hasn’t done something to the heart.”
“This is all so confusing!” Alfred rubbed his temples.
“Let’s get Feliciano on our side and then we can proceed from there.” Sadiq offered. “Ludwig, put on your charms.”
Ludwig glared. “I’m not comfortable with this.”
“I bet he’s horny!” Alfred laughed. “Just grab him and kiss him! It’s always the innocent and shy ones you have to watch out for!”
Ivan shook his head. “Not everyone is horny like you, my dark rose.”
“Everyone, please, be silent.” Kiku’s body was glowing. “Force is not always the answer. Ludwig, you should speak to Feliciano about all of this. Take your time to explain it all very carefully to him. Tell him of your fears, concerns, and worries. Tell him of the good things that can come of this. Offer him a chance to let your relationship build. You will be greatly rewarded in the end.” His glow slowly faded.
“I agree with Kiku.” Sadiq bowed. “And take it from me who-“
“Yada, yada, yada!” Gilbert interrupted. “Just because you reign over the Whore Nation doesn’t mean you have to rub it in to the rest of us.”
Sadiq growled at him. “It is NOT the Whore Nation! I hate it when you say that! Ludwig! Control your bloodline!”
“Everyone, shut up!” Ludwig roared. “Here is what we’ll do. From now on, I’m taking control of this whole mission! Ivan and Gilbert, you two go to Arthur’s place and let him know what is happening. Sadiq and Alfred, spread out over the city and look for any activity of any kind, light or dark. I will remain here with Feliciano and Kiku. Move out!”
“Why can’t I go and see Arthur?” Alfred protested. “My brother is still there, you know.”
“Because I need demons who will focus on the task at hand! You’d end up coming back with magic beans!”
Alfred hissed. “I resent that! I can be just as good, no, BETTER than the rest of you! Stop belittling me because I’m younger than all of you!”
“You said it, we didn’t.” Gilbert smirked.
“You’re still immature, Alfred.” Ludwig pointed out. “This is a very important matter and there is no room for screw ups.”
“Who said I’d screw anything up?” Alfred hollered.
“Alfred, settle down.” Ivan went over to him. “Just let it go, love. Let it go. He’s under a lot of stress.”
“So that’s an excuse to belittle me?” He pushed Ivan away. “Bite me, Ludwig!”
“He already has.” Sadiq said with a snicker, which made Gilbert burst out laughing.
Ivan glared at them as Alfred flew away. “Now you’ve done it.”
“So what? Alfred will get over it.” Gilbert removed his sunglasses to rub the bridge of his nose. “My little brother can’t help it if he likes his ‘meat’ young and fresh.” Gilbert smirked at his brother’s flame engulfed body. He had made Ludwig angry, and Ivan as well. Speaking of Alfred’s demon innocence being taken by Ludwig and not Ivan always set some heavy tension in the air.
“And what’s Sadiq’s excuse?” Ivan jutted his thumb to the other demon. “He’s an old man.”
“Do you want me to kick you like I did him?” Sadiq hissed at Ivan while pointing to Ludwig. “These hooves can shatter stone if they want!”
“Let him go.” Ludwig said, bored of this conversation. “The rest of you, move out. We’ve got work to do. Kiku, come with me.”
///
Now that Romano was cleaned and changed, Feliciano helped himself to some cheesecake in the fridge. He currently didn’t have any demons to contend with for the cheesy piece of Heaven, so cutting himself a generous slice, he gobbled it up.
“Feli?” It was Ludwig.
Feliciano nearly choked on the cheesecake. “Ludwig? Oh, and Kiku. Are you guys done with the meeting?”
Kiku nodded. “We are. Feli, Ludwig here would like to speak with you. There is a lot to discuss.”
“Oh…okay.” He put the cheesecake away. “Let’s go to Romano’s room.”
“No.” Ludwig said softly. “We’ll go to mine.”
Feliciano blushed a bit. “O-okay. Do you want me to make you a cappuccino?”
“That won’t be necessary.” Ludwig said and then turned to Kiku. “We’ll call you if we need anything.”
“Very well. I will be here.” His brown eyes silently reminded Ludwig to behave himself and remember what they had spoken about.
Feliciano followed Ludwig to his room, remaining a few steps behind the demon. What did Ludwig want to talk with him about? He hoped he didn’t do anything wrong? Ludwig opened the door and allowed him to enter first. Feliciano glanced behind to see him closing the door, but didn’t lock it.
“You may have a seat on the bed.” Ludwig offered. “There is much we need to discuss.”
Feliciano sat criss-cross on the bed, looking nervous. “Is it…bad?”
He cleared his throat. “That is for you to decide.” Ludwig stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at Feliciano. He could read the fear and uncertainty in those amber eyes. “We received some interesting news…about you.”
“Me?”
“Yes. Feliciano Vargas, you are the Fifth Accursed Nation. The Raphaim. The Cowards. You are our missing link. We know this for certain now.”
Amber eyes widened in disbelief. He was the nation they were looking for? “But…but that can’t be. I’m no duke! I don’t know how to rule a kingdom!”
“You will learn. Listen to me, Feli. You are one of us. You are a demon duke. There is power within you, great power, and it is inside your brother as well.” He saw Feliciano’s look of surprise. “You and Romano are one in the same. If he were awake, you both could probably rule together.”
“If…if I become a demon like you…will I be able to…to awaken Romano?” His eyes were hopeful of Ludwig’s answer.
“You might.” He answered. “Once you become a demon you have to discover all of your powers. That power may very well give you the option to wake up Romano. But we need you to be with us, Feli. We can’t do this without you. Doesn’t it feel…wonderful to be so important?” Kiku had told Ludwig to use Feliciano’s insecurities to help influence his decision. “You can help to make a difference in the lives of the humans we enslave. And you can live forever; be forever young and strong. No one will ever pick on you again. Think about it. You will have a castle, a kingdom, a large legion of loyal demons, and anything you could want.”
“I…I don’t know. It sounds too scary, Ludwig.” He whimpered.
“But it won’t be, because I will be there to help you.” He was supposed to tell Feliciano about the angels and the Light World, but something told him to keep that part silent until he had gained more of Feliciano’s feelings for him.
“You would help me?” He looked hopeful then. “Could I live with you and you can help run my kingdom?”
“I…y-yes. Yes, I suppose I could. But do you want to live with me?” Feliciano blushed. Maybe now he could let his passion be known. It would help to nudge Feliciano to their side. “If you choose to become one of us, then we have a chance of being together.” He got onto the bed, moving over to Feliciano.
Feliciano turned red. “Y-You said you…you didn’t want to…to be in a relationship!”
“If you are demon, then things can be different. You will be stronger as a demon…strong enough to take me.” He stroked Feliciano’s cheek with the back of his hand. “I crave you now, just as you are, but I restrain my lust to keep from hurting you.” He could feel the increase in Feliciano’s heartbeat, as well as the blood pumping faster through his veins. The bloodlust inside of him was slowly coming to the surface. “You don’t know how hard it is for me to restrain myself from just taking you.”
Feliciano trembled, feeling his lower belly flutter with arousal at Ludwig being so close to him. He could feel the intense heat from Ludwig’s demon body. But he didn’t want to just listen to what his body wanted. His heart was reminding him that Ludwig was only speaking out of lust for him; for his special blood and virgin body. Ludwig did not want a relationship. Should he tell him that? Should he remind Ludwig of what was said between them? As much as he wanted to give himself to Ludwig, he didn’t want to do it out of curiosity and lust. When Ludwig leaned in closer to his face, Feliciano turned away.
“I will not be with you if you don’t want a relationship. You…you cannot have me until that decision is made.” Would Ludwig be angry with him? He was afraid to look at the demon’s face.
“A relationship cannot just happen. We may not be compatible for each other.”
“Then we…can’t be together like this. I don’t want it to be this way.” Why was this so hard? His heart was beating in his ears. Ludwig looked to be upset with him.
“If you become a demon, then we have a chance of being together. I know that I do not want any other demon getting their claws on you. I want you to belong to me, but in this human form of yours…I might kill you. It is a risk I cannot take. So will you become one of us? Will you take up your role as the Fifth Accursed Nation?”
Feliciano shuddered. “I…I don’t know, Ludwig! I don’t know! I’m scared!” He covered his face. “I’m just scared!”
“You won’t have to be scared if you become your real self. This human body of yours is just a shell.”
“But…but you and the others were all near death when you were granted immortal life. Doesn’t that mean that I will…will have to die too?”
Ludwig moved away from him. He had forgotten about that little matter of ‘death’. “I’m not sure about that, Feli. That is something we will have to ask Arthur. He will know the answer. I sent Ivan and Gilbert there already. I’m sure they can find out for us.” Feliciano began to whimper, and then started to cry softly. Ludwig reached out and pulled him close, holding the small form tightly to his chest. Feliciano gripped the back of his shirt in small fists, crying opening now. Ludwig closed his eyes, concentrating hard on not letting the smell of Feliciano’s fear, sadness, and blood drive him to the brink of sexual insanity.
“Ludwig?”
“Yes?”
He whispered into the strong chest. “If…if I let you…now…will…will you…will you promise to…to be with- “
Ludwig pulled him away, took the small wrist in his grip, and brought the other’s hand down to his groin. “This is what you do to me.”
Feliciano felt the large, hard cock in his hand, the inner flames burning his palm slightly. He blushed darkly and began to pant, looking up at Ludwig with uncertainty.
“Let me claim you. A relationship can build after that.”
Feliciano didn’t know what to do, but his body was yearning for Ludwig’s. Touching the demon’s most intimate part only furthered his desire to feel it buried inside of him. Thinking such a ‘dirty’ thought only heightened his arousal more. Ludwig wanted to claim him so that no other demons could. Wasn’t that kind of like a relationship? But he shouldn’t confuse possessiveness with love. But how could he really know? Maybe this was the only way Ludwig could express his feelings; after all, Ludwig was a demon. There was much he still had to learn about these demons, and if he were to become one himself…he swallowed hard. Lifting his head up, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Ludwig’s.
Ludwig deepened the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup Feliciano’s head and cradle it as he explored the moist heat. The human moaned against him, throwing thin arms around his neck. Ludwig could sense Feliciano’s arousal mixed with virgin life blood that started to burn hot just for him. He wanted that blood right now more than Feliciano’s body. Pulling his mouth away, he gave the swollen lips a lick with his tongue before latching on to the pulsating neck rich with life blood. With each moan from Feliciano’s throat the blood vibrated under his lips, forcing his fangs to grow. He couldn’t resist the blood flow any longer; he needed to taste it, needed to savor that taste and keep it for his own. “Forgive me.” He growled against the pale throat and sank his fangs deep inside the vein, the skin making a slight popping noise.
The pain was intense, but it only lasted for a moment. When the fangs bit through his skin, Feliciano’s eyes widened and filled with tears. However, with the first gulp of blood came a newfound feeling of euphoria. His eyes rolled back in his head as his head lulled back while Ludwig continued to drink from him. A whine escaped his lips when the teeth were removed, and now he could feel the pain of the deep bite. Letting out a cry, he fell back on the bed holding the spot, feeling the blood gushing between his fingers. He started to panic then, his racing and pumping the blood faster.
“Move your hand!” Ludwig commanded but ripped Feliciano’s hand away himself. Using his tongue, he gently lapped at the wound, only closing it a bit to slow the bleeding. The smell of the human’s blood in the room was intoxicating, and he wanted to taste more of it.
He gazed down at the panting form beneath him, flushed with lust yet slightly pale from blood loss, yet the passion was still there. Feliciano may be frightened, but that fear was mixed with a wanton need to be with him. The idea of Feliciano wanting him brought forth a growl like purr. His claws elongated while he gently stroked the human’s face and down to his throat, resting a claw at the jugular. The human tensed beneath him, the blood flowing quickly. Ludwig made sure Feliciano’s eyes were focused on his before moving on. With quick ease, his claws ripped apart the shirt Feliciano was wearing. The human’s eyes flew open and he let out a gasp.
Feliciano thought his heart would beat right out of his chest. Ludwig was looming above him, his normally blue eyes filled with dark blood; his blood. And that smile…the fangs were stained with blood; his blood. Now his chest was bare to Ludwig’s traveling eyes, which looked upon him with a ravenous hunger. Feliciano turned his head to the side, embarrassed that his member was already hard and remaining that way despite his fears. It was painful inside the pants, which needed to be removed if he were to get any relief. Ludwig must have read his mind, for the demon ripped apart the jeans and underwear, leaving him sprawled out naked. He moaned as the cool air hit his freed member, only to have it burning when Ludwig’s large hand wrapped around it.
“AH! It…It’s hot! Your hand!”
“You will get used to it. Just relax.” He gently started to stroke the hardness in his hand. “Calm yourself.”
Feliciano closed his eyes, trying to do as Ludwig said. The hand was hot but soon it became bearable, just as Ludwig had promised. Ludwig’s lips nipping at his shoulders also helped to distract him from the heat. He was unprepared for Ludwig to bite him again, this time in the shoulder. He sucked in a breath at the sharp pain, and then, just as before, he relaxed and felt the pleasure. Ludwig pulled away, licked it, and did the same with the other shoulder. He let out a pleasured sigh, “Ludwig…”
“Say my name again. Just like that.”
Feliciano gazed up at him and found himself giving a smile. “Ludwig.”
Ludwig loved the sound of his name spoken like that. Coming from those swollen lips, it was like a sirens song. He pulled the human into a sitting position in front of him. Taking both of Feliciano’s small hands he placed them around his cock. “Stroke me, as I did you.”
“O-Okay.” Feliciano had never touched another other than himself. Ludwig’s erection was large and hard, stiff beneath his fingers like a hot branding iron. To think that inside of Ludwig’s strong body burned an everlasting flame. He looked down at the large member, noticing how it twitched under his strokes. Gently he stroked, unable to look at Ludwig as he did. He was so embarrassed, yet also turned on. To think this massive organ would soon be buried inside of him, warming his insides and pounding him raw. A frightening thought, but a strangely exciting one. “It’s…it’s so big…”
Ludwig purred, his tail swaying in delight. “Are you displeased?” His voice was thick and husky.
“No…just…excited and…and overwhelmed.” He rubbed the hard, twitching tip with his thumb. “I don’t really know…” His hand was batted away, and soon he was back on the bed. Ludwig gave a small roar, or a growl, or a mix between the two. Feliciano let out a yelp as the large black wings spread out wide with a ‘whoosh’, making Ludwig look twice the size he already is. The fangs grew larger, the claws longer, and his cock, the most threatening part, dribbled with pre cum. Some of it fell onto his inner thigh, the white substance leaving behind a quick sting; a slight burning sensation. Suddenly, Ludwig appeared threatening. So much so, that Feliciano thought the demon was preparing to eat him. But that is not what Ludwig intended to happen.
Ludwig was ready to mount and mate this little human; fill him with his cum and brand him as rightfully his. If his demon companions were still here, they would have sensed his arousal of dominance and come to inspect what was happening. He was glad they were alone. The blood was racing through Feliciano’s veins; he had to taste it. He drew his claws swiftly along Feliciano’s belly, bringing forth four long red mark of trickling blood. Feliciano cried out even as Ludwig licked at the marks. He was losing control of himself. His fangs found every supple spot on Feliciano’s pale body, nipping, biting, and sucking. The human was crying in a mix of pain and pleasure, squirming helplessly under him.
Blood. He wanted the blood most of all. Soon he would ram his cock inside the virgin hole, draw forth the blood, and lap at it like a cat with warm cream. Oh how he wanted it! He bit Feliciano’s belly; even his arms, legs, thighs, shoulders, waist, chest, every major spot was bruised with his fang marks, be it broken skin or dark bruising. The blood was on the white sheets. The lithe body was writhing underneath him. His cock was straining for release. But he sensed something was wrong. Something inside of him told him to stop. He did stop. He jumped off of Feliciano, letting himself levitate in the air. Panting heavily, he tried to calm his raging body and throbbing hard on. ‘What have I done? By all the darkness, what have I done?’ He saw the bloody marks and bruises all over Feliciano’s body. The lithe body was covered in them! Feliciano was crying, his legs still wide apart and the inner thighs bleeding from deep puncture wounds.
“L-Ludwig…” He breathed out.
“Forgive me, Feli.” He covered his mouth. “Please, forgive me! I did not mean to-“
“No! No please…please come back?” He trembled. “Please…you- you didn’t really hurt me!” That was a lie. His body was in pain. Every inch of him hurt and the blood was making him panic.
“I did hurt you! I…I lost control…only because you…you make me crazy. Crazy with want and desire…if I had not stopped…” ‘I would have fucked you to death. I can’t take you as a human…only as a demon. “Please forgive me?”
“I do forgive you! Ludwig please! Just…just come back?” He reached his arms up. “Please hold me?”
‘If I hold you…I will only repeat this horror.’ “No, I must go. I’m sorry, Feli. I never meant to hurt you! Please, forgive me!”
“Ludwig! Wait!” Feliciano called out to him but the demon was already flying out the door, and probably out into the city. Feliciano covered his face with his hands and began to sob.
An hour later, he was soaking in the tub, full jets on, and the water filled with Epson salt to heal the many bite wounds on his body. He squeezed the sponge, lightly tossing it back and forth between his hands. He stared at the faucet from between his knees, the set up looking like two eyes and a long nose looking at him. The jets were relaxing, though. They helped to calm his still racing blood and the painful arousal he had. In a way, he was glad that Ludwig had stopped, thinking back on it. Ludwig didn’t mean to hurt him, but that is how demons made love. As a human, he really was too weak to be with Ludwig. Maybe Ludwig had a point all along. So if he were to become a demon, then he and Ludwig could be together.
‘But do I want to become a demon?’ He looked at his wrinkling hands, imagining what they would look like with claws. ‘They all suffer, though. Ludwig, Gilbert, Alfred, Ivan, and Sadiq…they are all suffering for eternity because of their deaths. Do I want to suffer too like that?’ Did he want constant bleeding bullet holes? Did he want a gaping hole in his stomach? Did he want iron scales on his back? Did he want his eyes stitched together? Did he want to be constantly burning from the inside out? Would his death determine what he would look like as a demon? That didn’t compute, he laughed a bit at that joke. All of his demon friends were not expecting death; death found them. His death would be planned out, or so it would seem.
“When did life become so complicated and weird?” he wet a washcloth and draped it over his eyes. “This is why people drink. I need some wine.” He took a deep breath and relaxed back in the tub, letting the hot water soothe his bites. Something was strange about the water, though. There was a strange smell to it. Feliciano sniffed a bit. “What is that? Ah-!” His bites were starting to sting again. Taking off the washcloth, he saw what the smell and sting was; blood was spraying out from the jets, filling the entire tub. Before he could let out a scream, something pulled him into the bloody water and held him. He struggled to breathe, kicking and flailing around. He could feel his life slipping away- and then he could breath.
Someone had pulled him out of the water, and he took in a gulping breath of air. Coughing and sputtering, he looked up at his savior to find that it was Kiku. The glowing kitsune purified the water, turning it back to normal and removing it from Feliciano’s body. He flung himself into Kiku’s arms, gasping and coughing as he tried to calm himself down from his near death experience.
“It’s alright now.” Kiku said in a soothing tone. “Whatever it was I sent it away. Come, let’s get you out of the tub.”
“It just…just happened. Out of nowhere.” He accepted the robe Kiku helped him put on. “Something was trying to kill me!”
Kiku nodded. “They were trying to kill you. Did Ludwig explain everything to you?” Feliciano nodded silently. “And I see by all the marks on your body that he did more than just explain.” Kiku looked a tad bit annoyed. “Demons. I will never understand them.”
“S-so then why would something else try to kill me?” He let Kiku lead him out.
“The Fiends know who you are. The sooner you are dead, the sooner you can be reborn as the missing nation. We must be going too slow for them.” He sat Feli on the bed. “But for now, you have to be under close watch. Never be alone until we sort this out.”
Feliciano’s eyes widened suddenly. “Romano…oh God, Romano! What about Romano?” He ran out of the room to see if his brother was okay. If they were trying to kill him then they might be trying the same with Romano! Throwing open the door, he had assumed right. He screamed as a black cloud of mist surrounded Romano’s body with a strand covering his mouth and nose. “ROMANO!” Without thinking, he ran over to the bed and started swatting at the mist. “GET AWAY FROM HIM! GET AWAY!” He screamed and cried, picking up the bedside lamp to swing at it further.
“FELI! STAND BACK!” Kiku’s normally soft voice boomed in the room. He waited until Feliciano was out of the way before calling forth his power of light. With a bright glow and the stretching of his nine tails, Kiku’s power attacked the darkness surrounding the twin. The mist was filled with his bright light, which cracked quickly through it like tiny bolts of lightening. The mist was hissing and screeching as it uncoiled its form from around Romano only to shatter into a million pieces. The pieces turned to tiny balls of light, like snow, that disappeared when they touched a surface. The light faded from him, but once he returned to normal his legs gave out on him. He was able to use the wall as support. ‘I’m getting too old for this.’
“Romano!” Feliciano hugged his brother’s sleeping form, letting out a cry of relief when he heard the heartbeat. ‘Thank God, he’s alive!’ He turned to Kiku. “Kiku, thank you! Oh thank you so much!”
“It was nothing.” Kiku regained his composure. “That is not always easy for me to do twice in a row. We should be alright now. The Fiends must know that I am here by now, and they will not attack further knowing what I can do.”
“You are amazing, Kiku!” Feliciano had to hug him. “You’re a good friend! Thank you so much for all you do! You saved us both!”
“Hm…I would like to rest now, if I can?”
“Oh, yes! Yeah, sure! I’ll stay with you! We’ll go on the couch and wait for the others to get back.”
“Are you alright? How are you feeling?”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “Please, so much has been happening that I can’t even be bothered to think about it. I have to die if I am to become the missing nation. I might as well start practicing, right?”
Kiku sighed softly. “Let us first see what Arthur has to say. After all, he is the only one here who can directly speak to the Dark One.”
“The Dark One…He will be my new leader? My boss?”
“He really isn’t an anything. The Dark One has no form or gender. We tend to refer to him as ‘He’, as one would a god. The Dark One may want to speak with you, know that we know who you are. You must be prepared for that.”
“But I thought only Arthur can speak to him?”
“Each one of the demons spoke to him before they made their choice. It is only Arthur can speak to him on a regular basis.”
‘Speak to the Dark One?’ Feliciano swallowed hard. How could he speak to a demon god?
Yet here he was, a day later, standing in Arthur’s shop with all the demons and golems. Kiku had remained home to protect Romano. He and Ludwig hadn’t said much to each other, but it was easier that way. At least for now. Arthur was fussing around with him, making sure the outfit he was wearing sat just right and the jewelry was perfect. He felt like a necromancer, or at least looked like one. Why would he have to present himself like this to the Dark One? It seemed almost silly. At least now he would have some answers. He glanced at Antonio’s heart in the jar, which was still beating rapidly. He wondered if Antonio knew he was here? Then he looked at Ludwig, who gave him a nod.
“Are you ready?” Arthur asked him.
“Y-Yes. I’m ready.” All eyes were on him as he followed Arthur into the back room. He took one look back at everybody before the door was shut.
“You can have a seat in here.” Arthur opened up a door to a tiny room.
“Is it a closet?” Feli asked.
“Far from it. Sit there on that stool.” He saw the uneasy look on the human’s face. “Yes, it’s made of bones. Human bones. Fear nothing from it. Just sit and await the presence of the Dark One. I need to summon Him.”
Feliciano sat on the stool and Arthur closed the door behind him. The room was small, cold, and completely dark. Feli couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face! ‘Be calm, Feli. Be strong. You have to do this. You have no other choice. Be…be brave. Brave and strong like Ludwig!’
Then, something appeared before him. It started off small, and then slowly grew bigger until it sat at the same height as him. He stared at it in awe. Was this the Dark One? A single thick beam of dark energy and black bolts? It was neither warm nor cold. It shined with a light that gave no light, and when it spoke, it spoke without sound.
‘Greetings to you, Feliciano Vargas. I am the Dark One.’
It seemed to be speaking to him in his mind. It didn’t sound like a man or a woman, but like another voice altogether. ‘H-Hello.’ He spoke back with his mind.
‘I welcome you to my Dark Abyss, my new Demon Duke!’
‘I…I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid of dying…I’m afraid to become a demon. I know I have nothing else left in this world as a human, but-‘
‘You belong with me and your comrades in the Abyss. Once we take over the human world, you will have a high position. You will be stronger than a god. More powerful than a king. All of your desires can be yours. Throw away your old human life. You are the Raphaim. The Cowards. You are the only demon who can still associate with humans. They will need someone higher to look up to once they are enslaved.’
‘But why am I the odd one? Ludwig and Gilbert are the Aggressors. Ivan is the Violent Ones. Sadiq the Voluptuous Ones, and Alfred of the Anarchists. Why do the Cowards need to be in the mix?’
‘Cowardice is one of the human races’ strong suits. It is part of their moral sense and keeps them from doing what is right or wrong. The humans will fear the other demon dukes, but they will not fear you. Unlike the others, you hold a whole different source of power, one that holds both elements of Light and Dark. You were born a twin for a reason.’
‘You mean, my brother Romano is-‘
‘He is already dead, forever in a sleep that he will never awake. The angel Antonio saw to that…it was to keep your brother safe from the Fiends. Your brother is the Light, and you the Dark.’
How could that be? Romano was always the mean one while he was the nice one.
‘There is nothing special or virtuous or righteous about the Light World and the angels. They are just as dark and brutal as we are. They too will enslave the earth given the chance. We must beat them to it. You will be in charge of welcoming the souls of the dead.’
‘M-me?’ Is that why the ghosts had protected him that day from one of the Fiends?
‘We will collect the souls of the dead for all eternity, growing even stronger. So long as you and your brother are protecting the souls, the Fiends can never attempt to attack us. The humans still need hope; and you will be that hope.’
Feliciano felt like crying. ‘Hope? I’m to be their hope? But…but I’m just a nobody. I’m not a hero! I can’t lead or protect or-“
‘You will. You have no reason to hate the humans, not like the other dukes do. We can keep balance in the new Utopia if you will accept your destiny. The humans and their souls need someone to look to. Will you be their Light in the Dark?’
‘Be their Light in the Dark?’
‘You can be with Ludwig if you accept.’
‘And…if I don’t accept? What will happen to me and my brother?’
‘Then you will die. There will be no Heaven and no Hell for either of you. Antonio’s sacrifice would be for naught and you will never have a chance to better yourself. You can be more than what you are now.’
‘If I do as you say…then…I can help the humans even though I am a demon?’
‘Yes.’
‘But…I have to die a horrible death like all the others…and I’m frightened of that.’
‘You don’t have to die horribly. That was the fate they had chosen, or was chosen for them. You are different. I can awaken the demon within you. You will not have to suffer or die. However, while you will not suffer with a wound, you will suffer internally. Your twin brother will never awake. He will live inside of you, but will never wake again. You must keep his spirit and soul alive within you. Say ‘goodbye’ to your brother, and then we will proceed. You will be the same as you are now, only a full bloodied demon.’
‘Why are you so nice? You’re nothing like I thought you would be.’
‘I am neither good nor evil. I have always been and always will be. Do you accept?’
He was being offered the chance to be great. He could be somebody now. A demon who can help the humans, just as he had wished. There was nothing left for him in this life or form; the world was to be destroyed and the humans enslaved. His brother would never awaken, but live forever inside of him, like an extra spirit or another heart. And why shouldn’t he be allowed to help the humans? Save the good and punish the bad. But the best part of it was…he could be with Ludwig in the proper way. That made him smile.
‘Ah, sweet love. The demons know more of love and sacrifice than the angels. Are you ready?’
‘…yes.’ The Dark One moved over to him, gently surrounding and cradling him as if he were a baby. He closed his eyes and let the change happen.
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Outside the room, the others were waiting anxiously.
“Feliciano has been in there for too long.” Ludwig hissed. “Go check on him.” He said to Arthur.
“The Dark One is speaking with him.” Arthur answered back. “We just have to be patient.”
Matthew looked to his brother with worry. “I hope Feli is alright? When I’m around him I feel warm and safe.”
Alfred smiled. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s a Coward, remember? All he has to do is run away.”
“I hope he accepts.” Sadiq moved to stand next to Ludwig. “For more reasons than one.” Ludwig just rolled his eyes.
“Huzzah!” Gilbert said with a laugh. “We will have gained a new brother! We will soon be five after so long!”
Francis said nothing until he noticed the heart of Antonio jumping up and down inside the jar. “Arthur! Look!” Everyone turned to see the heart.
“What the-?” Gilbert ran to look closer at it. “It’s got a mind of its own!”
“Should we let it out?” Ivan asked curiously.
Arthur glared at the jar. “No! It stays in there! The last thing we need is- “ The jar broke open with a loud shatter of light, and the heart disappeared. Arthur screamed. “NO! NO, NO, NO! DAMN IT!”
“Love, calm down!” Francis brought him into a hug. “The Dark One knows what its doing! Calm yourself!”
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Ludwig crossed his arms. He was only concerned about Feliciano and hoped everything was going well.
The lights flickered. There was an echoing ‘dong’, like the sound of an old bell. The five demons knew what that sound meant: a new demon was born. Feliciano had accepted. Ludwig’s heart actually missed a beat.
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Kiku watched in stunned awe as the body of Romano slowly elevated itself from the bed with the young man still asleep. In a flash the body was impaled by a dark beam and slowly disappeared from sight. Kiku knew then that Feliciano had accepted, and the Dark One was awakening him.
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The door opened from the back room, bringing with it a gust of cold air and dark energy. Everyone stopped and looked towards the door where darkness gathered. The room was deathly silent. And then, from the darkness, walked a lithe figure clad in black leather.
Feliciano Vargas stepped forth from the dark mist and stood before the others. No longer was he the human they once knew. Upon his head sprouted two black horns, small in length and size but pointed at the tips. From his lower back sprouted two long black tails. His eyes, while shown still amber, were changing back and forth between colors; the other being blood red and glowing. His nails had turned to claws, not talons. When he smiled at his friends, his teeth showed double fangs, side by side, top and bottom. His tongue was long but pink and pronged at the tip. He looked the least like a demon, until he revealed his double set of wings. Everyone gasped at the sight of four wings, the top being black and dragon like, the bottom one that of an angel, pure white with feathers. Yet the surprises didn’t end there. From above him came a ghostly form, showing on its upper half of a torso. Both Arthur and Ludwig recognized the ghost as Antonio, and from the air the ghostly form drew a sword, and preformed a protective stance. Feliciano was the only demon that had a familiar (1), and that familiar was Antonio. It was unheard of.
The new demon simply smiled at his friends and said, with an added giggle, “What are you all staring at?”
End of Part 1 and Chapter 10. To Be Continued in Part 2 The Abyss- Chapter 11
1) A ‘familiar’ is an eidolon (spirit or phantom) summoned by the bearer. Familiars can take many forms, such as bats, ghosts, and fairies. They can also be formed from the souls of captured enemies. Their most common purpose is to provide the bearer with support skills. Some Familiars may also use special attacks to assist the bearer in combat. (Taken from Castlevania Wiki)
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Sadiq and Heracles
They all hated him, and for what reason he would never really know.
Heracles Karpusi had grown up in a small farming village in Greece. There he lived with his father and mother tending to the sheep. Aside from the sheep, Heracles was also a hoarder of stray cats. Most of them resided in the barn, keeping control of the mice and rat population. A few of the cats would follow him inside during the evenings. That was what he loved best about the farm, his cats. There were so many of them that he had lost count and each one was named ‘cat’ or ‘kitty’.
But there came a fateful day where he was taken away from his home, his family, and his cats. One early morning he woke up to people shouting in the village streets, saying the ‘enemy’ was coming. He joined his father at the door while his mother begged them not to go. Father and son followed the other out of the house and in to the streets where they could help defend their village. Defend it they would, but win they would not. The enemy was stronger, wielding weapons and wearing armor. Their numbers were great, which helped to destroy their little village. Heracles fought back with all his might, refusing to give up even after it was hopeless. By the end of the battle he was exhausted, no longer able to stand or swing his farmer’s rake. He was one of the last few men still standing. But the enemy advanced, bound his hands, and hauled him away from his home. Exhausted and in pain, he fell limp in his bonds.
Sometime later he woke up to find himself tied to a post with a few other young men and women from his village. Some of them he recognized but could not recall their names. Where were they? Who had taken them, and why? He looked around at the men holding him captive. They spoke another language, one he was not familiar with. He assumed it was the language of the Ottomans. Their style of dress gave it away. Heracles never bothered himself with lessons on the Ottomans like his father had wanted. Often, he would hear his parents talking about the Empire but he never cared for such talk. He’d much rather be with his cats and snoozing in front of a fire. How he wished he could be doing that right now.
He tried to make sense of their speech as the soldiers talked to one another, pointing at him and other members of his village. It wasn’t until the next day when a group of merchants came by; slave traders. The soldiers began handing off his fellow villagers to the traders. When it came time to him, Heracles would not go. He fell boneless to the ground. Even when the soldiers lifted him he hung limp in their hold. The slave traders were waving him off, not wanting him at all. Heracles was relieved. Yet it only made the situation worse for now he had to travel with the soldiers as a slave. With his wrists bound once again he was forced to walk behind the captain’s horse for every mile they traveled. His feet were blistered, his throat parched and his stomach raged with hunger pains. Heracles was certain he would die like this, and with any hope, The Underworld would have cats.
A horn was blown. The soldiers stopped, stood tall, and shouted a chant. Heracles didn’t care. He took this moment to collapse on the ground and rest. Sweet relief! To be sitting down. Then there came a shadow above him. He looked up.
Sadiq and his men were coming back from a general meeting when they stumbled upon the small party of Ottoman soldiers. The soldiers greeted him with respect and cheers, offering him their food and drinks. Sadiq declined, as he always did when offered refreshments from a hungry war party. But what caught his attention was the dirty, battered being slumped on the ground with their hands bound. Curious, he walked his horse over to the person, wondering if it was a man or a woman. The person looked up at him, and although the face was caked with mud, dirt, and sweat, he could tell it was a man. He stared at the man’s olive colored eyes, darker than his own. Those eyes held a fierce anger in them, which brought a smile to his face.
‘Captain, who is this man?’
‘Just some Greek villager we picked up, general. No slave trader wanted him, so we thought he’d make for some great entertainment on our end!’
‘I see. He has some fight in him. Look at those eyes.’
‘He’s a stubborn one, sir. A true wildcat! Just ask the poor guy who had his cock bitten almost clear off!’ He laughed. ‘After that, no one else here would go near him! We punished him good, though. Sound whipping. If you feel he deserves more, general, then have a go!’
Sadiq held up his hand. ‘I think I’m fine, thank you.’ He walked his horse closer to the man, watching as those green eyes followed. The clothes he wore spotted traces of blood from the whipping. He was dirty from head to foot with the strains of travel. His lips were cracked and dry from lack of water, and hunched over showed that he was probably denied food as well. Sadiq felt pity for the young man. “What’s your name, boy?” He asked in Greek.
He was surprised to hear his tongue spoken for the first time in days, but he wouldn’t answer. This Ottoman man had to be someone very important judging by his horse, dress, and jewels. The king maybe? It didn’t matter to him who or what the man was. This man was, however, the first attractive Ottoman he had seen since being captured. The man was clearly royalty, or some rich noble. He had to look away.
“Come now, don’t be shy. I’m not here to hurt you. What is your name and where do you come from? There is no harm in asking a simple question, is there?” The Greek would not answer him. “Hm. Perhaps some cool water will ease your throat and make speaking easier?” The man whipped his head around, smacking his lips at the promise of water. Sadiq slid down from his horse, grabbed the canteen, and held it to the slave’s lips. He let the man take his fill. “Now, will you tell me your name?”
“…Heracles.”
“Like the myth?” He chuckled. “Well, you have lived up to the name so far to make it all this way and still be alive. I’m Sadiq Adnan, top general of the Ottoman army. Do you know where you’re going?” Heracles shook his head. “These soldiers will take you to their base camp where death will soon find you, be it hunger, rape, or forced labor, your demise rests within that camp.” He saw the Greek twitch. “Why not come with me instead? You could live in my palace as a servant.”
“I’d rather go home.”
“There’s no home for you to go back too. These men raided it completely. Your best choice would be to come with me.” Taking out a jeweled dagger, he cut the rope around his wrists. “ You can run on those blistered bloody feet if you want, but infection and pain will slow you down. The wild animals will find you easily. Fever will sneak up on you. Even hunger will tear you apart.” Heracles glared at him. “So if you try to go back home you’ll die. Running away right now, you’ll die. Staying with these soldiers, you’ll die.” He tapped his cheek. “Considering the dire consequences, I suggest you come with me.”
“Why take me? I won’t be your whore.”
“Who said anything about that? You’ll like my home. We have a long ways to travel before reaching it. My men and I are just on our way to the ships. Come along with us.” Heracles turned away. “Suit yourself.” Sadiq stood up, pulled a pomegranate from his saddle sack, and took a bite. He purposefully stood in Heracles’ eyesight, noting the look of hunger on the dirty face. “If you’re hungry I have plenty more.” He mounted his horse and walked it to stand beside the kneeling man. “Well?” He held out his hand.
Letting his hunger take control, against his will, he took the hand.
Something did not feel right as he mounted the horse. There was an eeriness around them. Heracles thought it was only the sounds of his hunger speaking in odd tongue whispers. He felt a heaviness in his chest, it made his heart ache and throb. Suddenly, he felt extreme hatred for this man who had just rescued him.
Present day at the Empire…
“Heracles, please! You must rise! The general is waiting for you!” The headmaster shook him.
He grumbled and rolled in to a pile of cats. “He can wait.”
“No! He can’t! He is the lord and master of this house! Get up now! Do not make him come up here!”
“Gods forbid he broke away from his harem girls and horses to do something.”
The headmaster gasped. “Shameful! Why the general keeps you around I’ll never know!”
He dressed in the necessary attire for a favorite of the general. A green halter top beaded with gold designs and matching pants, which always reminded him of potato sacks. He hated the gold, emerald encrusted arm and wrists bands he had to wear. In fact, he hated anything and everything that had to do with this kingdom. Only three people spoke Greek here; Sadiq, the headmaster, and himself. Never would he speak that nasty Ottoman tongue. As he walked the halls the servants, guards, and other palace dwellers glared at him. Some averted their eyes, others sneered, a few whispered insults in passing. Heracles knew he was the most hated person in this palace. They all think he is some kind of gold digging foreign whore who is bewitching the general like a siren. He wished it didn’t bother him, but it did. Constantly. If anything kept him from loving the general it was the common hatred of the Ottoman people. Anything bad that happened in the palace was his fault. If a child died in delivery, it was somehow his fault. If there was illness, danger, or any sort of misfortune, the blame would be on him. All he wanted was to go home and to never, ever see this place again.
Upon entering the feasting hall, he set his sights on the general, sitting upon his small dais amongst vast rich carpets and pillows. Two harem girls lounged on either side of him, one pouring wine and the other managing his hookah. He hated the harem girls as much as he hated the man with them. Even they would look down upon him, and that’s just what they were doing now. Doing his best to ignore them, he took a seat on his ‘special’ pillow, checking to make sure no one had put anything on it. Sabotage of his things was a common element in this place. He saw the servants preparing his breakfast, and one spit into his drink. Bastard. When it was brought to him, he knocked the cup out of the servant’s hand, spilling the milk on the floor.
“Heracles!” Sadiq glared at him. “What was that for?”
“He spit in my drink. I saw him.”
Sadiq turned his gaze to the servant. ‘Bend down before him and beg his forgiveness.’ He spoke, and the servant did as he was told. Another drink was brought to Heracles and Sadiq dismissed his harem girls.
The women shot him dirty looks as they left and Heracles met them back with one of his own. Now he was alone with Sadiq; that pompous jackass sitting like an Emperor and enjoying the spoils of being born rich. He wanted nothing more than to rip that huge mushroom hat off Sadiq’s head, shove the plume down his throat, and beat him with the hookah.
“Still unhappy, I see.” Sadiq took a puff. “Why be so unhappy? I gave you your own section of my gardens. You have as many cats as you can handle. I give you jewels, clothes; I taught you to read and write in Greek, at your request. I built you a room to warship your gods in private. I put no demands on you. And still, you look at me with disdain and hatred.”
“Then what should that tell you? I hate it here. I hate this life, this place, and above it all, I hate you.”
Sadiq frowned. “Any other man would kill someone like you, speaking that way to a general.”
“I don’t see a general, I see a decorative peacock strutting around.”
‘I should just kill him for his insolence!’ Sadiq thought to himself. ‘Never have I met anyone as cruel and stubborn as he. I am one of the Sultan’s top generals! I have honor, respect, fame, glory, and wealth. I have men and women at my disposal. I own land and farms, yet I can’t seem to own this one simple man.’ Despite the Greek’s constant hatred, he was an active sex partner. Probably one of the few things they shared. The sex would make all of this disrespect worth it. It seemed to be the only time Heracles pretended to like him. He just wanted this man to love him, not like his harem girls do, but in another way. The way a lover does. Sadiq knew he loved this man and wanted to share his life with him, but it couldn’t be done. Heracles was always just out of his reach. No matter what he did, the Greek would continue to hate him.
“I only wish to see you happy.”
Heracles refused to look at him. “Then send me back to my country.”
“You are to remain here.”
“Then learn to accept my deep loathing for you.” Heracles looked at the general and saw the hurt behind those strong green eyes. ‘Good. I want you to suffer.’ He only had hatred for this man whom, he could not deny, had been nothing by kind to him. Anyone who is mean to him gets punished. Sadiq saved him from the life a slave, although he did not ask for the general’s help. Yes, he accepted all the offers Sadiq gave him, but would use them to get revenge one day.
And then that day came. Heracles watched from Sadiq’s balcony as the general marched his army to join the rest. He smirked. Now was the time to begin his revenge. Dancing around the hordes of cats, he left the chambers to hide in his sacred temple. On the wall were lit candles with paintings of the Greek gods. He called them all by their ancient names and prayed to each before reciting a curse that would be Sadiq’s undoing. Sometimes he questioned himself and these dark, terrible thoughts involving the general. He couldn’t explain it. He wanted Sadiq dead and gone, out of his life, so he could return home. Everyone in this palace would suffer for treating him so horribly. He would end the life of their precious lord and master; a plague will befall the harem and this house. The gods would reward him for helping destroy their old foes.
Once the curse was spoken, Heracles took a dagger and made his way down to the farmhouse stables. He took a ewe out of its stall, stroked white wool, and held the dagger to her neck. Offering the sacrifice to seal the promise of the curse, he slit the ewe’s throat. In his mind’s eye, he saw the spear pierce its way through Sadiq’s belly as the ewe fell to his feet. The gods had heard his plea and delivered his vengeance. He tossed the dagger away and stood outside in the pen, watching as the storm clouds rolled in with roaring thunder. Zeus had heard him, and Heracles thanked the lightening god.
A few days had passed until a messenger bird came with the news of Sadiq’s demise. Heracles had been in the gardens, picking a few lilies when he was confronted by a handful of guards. “What is the meaning of this?” He spoke, but the guards could not understand him. Instead, they pointed their spears or swords at him. One said something, and Heracles recognized it as something meaning ‘witch’ or ‘sorcerer’. Dropping the flowers, he retreated into the palace. Sadiq had given orders that no harm was to come to him, but now he was dead. They did not need to follow Sadiq’s commands anymore. Heracles had failed to think of that. As he ran through the palace, word had gotten out and now more were chasing him. He rushed up to his room, threw open the door, and slammed it shut behind him. He turned the lock and rest against it, but even here he was not safe. Looking at his room, he let out a grief-filled cry at the numerous bodies of his slaughtered cats. Each one had been killed; sliced, stabbed, clubbed, gutted, or hanged.
The guards were beating down his door.
He gathered up one of the mutilated cats and held it close to his chest. The door was beginning to break.
A dark form of red light appeared in front of him. Heracles did not know what it was, so he asked. It asked him if he wanted to live. Heracles answered yes. The voice called him a sacrifice for glory. The door was thrown open, and he with it. Surrounded by guards, Heracles clutched the cat to him as he was pierced from all sides with spears. The pain was intense. He begged to the red light to make it stop; and it did, but only when the last bit of life left his body.
Perched upon a hill, Heracles’ spirit slumbered in the statue of a cat, waiting for the object of his vengeance to step forth into the human world once again.
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