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Utopia	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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***Sorry for the long update guys! I was a bit busy, but I made up for it by making this a rather long chapter! ^^ It's get a bit brutal, so watch out! Try not to maim me either! It's all for the plot! Special thanks to my beta for her quick work! So read on and enjoy!
***Warnings: Language, violence, dark themes/scenes, blood
***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.
~*Fallen angels who cannot become the Virgin Mary.
Stay in your daydream. And wonder into the pleasure garden.*~ -Imnu

Chapter 18: Dark Days
Francis had to shield his eyes as the bright light from Kiku's powers flooded the room to banish away the fake Arthur. The rest of the form melted away and disappeared in to puffs of smoke, each one sizzling. Once the brightness had faded, he lowered his arms to see what had become of the fake Arthur only to find him gone. Kiku was running to his side.
"He didn't hurt you at all, did he?"
Francis, who was dazed, confused, and heartbroken could only blankly stare at Kiku's many fox tails as he gave a shake of his head. "I should have known he was a fake."
"You let your sorrow and grief see what you wanted to see." Kiku glanced around the room. "I sense you will not be the only one suffering from an illusion feeding off your sorrows…" he thought for a moment. "We'd best get back to the others. I don't think staying separated is safe, not for any of us."
"Let's find them." Francis pulled himself together and got out of bed. "As long as I am breathing and standing like this in solid form, I know that Arthur is alive." He ran a hand through his hair. "And I will gladly spend an eternity making it up to him."
"Let that promise be what drives you to stay strong."

Sadiq's Castle
"Heracles?" He called through the halls. "Heracles! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" Snorting in annoyance, he put his hands on his hips. "That cat is probably fast asleep and dead to the world! Honestly! You can sleep when you're dead."
Continuing to search the castle he began to feel a strange aura surrounding him, or rather the castle itself. Stopping for a moment, he shifted his eyes while trying to make sense of the changes. The first thing he noticed was that the castle is dead silent, as if all the servants and guards had left. Not one sound echoed in the halls or bounced off the high ceilings. Something was very wrong. Immediately he called forth his weapon and spread his feathered wings, looking for any further signs of danger. Chances are, if something happened here then whatever did this could be gone. However, there was the chance that it was still here. Sadiq knew he couldn't turn and run to the others because that would mean leaving behind Heracles. He'd be damned (again!) if he was going to leave his lover behind. So braving the unknown, he continued his search for the cat.
"Heracles, where are you?" He whispered low. "Come out." He couldn't stop thinking of what could have happened to Heracles. What if his lover had been taken, or even killed? The next thought stopped him in his tracks; what if Heracles betrayed him again? Sadiq lowered his eyes to the floor, looking at his hoofed feet. He prayed that wasn't it. He couldn't bare Heracles betraying him again. He would have to face Ludwig with his tail between his legs for being wrong. Ludwig would gloat about having been right. 'I hope I am wrong so I can rub Ludwig's stupid face in it!'
The floor beneath him began to tremble. Sadiq felt the vibrations travel up through his whole body. Lifting himself off the floor with his wings he could see areas of the tile starting to lift and crack. Then something shot up from the floor, swift and fast like a bolt of lightening spraying dust, dirt, and bits of tile. Sadiq couldn't see what it was when another shot up from behind him, forcing him to crash down to the floor. He looked up at the two impaled rotting corpses on spikes. His eyes widened with a gasp. All around him more impaled bodies began to emerge, creating a forest of the surrounding dead…just like all those centuries ago. He knew what was happening; someone was recreating his death, but he wouldn't allow himself to falter. He wouldn't give in. This was all a trick, an illusion. He should turn and run to the others for help but he still had not found Heracles. Sadiq wouldn't leave him here alone.
'He did wish for my death all those years ago.' He came to a halt. 'Is he truly betraying me again?' Sadiq watched another impaled corpse appear before him. 'Fool me once, shame on you'. Another corpse shot up from behind him. 'Fool me twice, shame on me'. A spear pierced his belly but went through the hole that was already there. Sadiq found himself laughing. "Nice try!"
He wasn't prepared for the spear that shot through his chest, followed by another through his shoulder, then the other, and then his thighs. The weight of the spears pulled him down yet when he hit the floor it pushed the spears out of him. Immobilized and in pain, Sadiq hissed viciously through his teeth as he tried to move. The pain was intense. He could sense a form looming above him and opened his eyes to see what it was. His breath and heart stilled at the sight of Heracles, in human form, dressed in his old Greek attire- the same outfit worn when he spoke the curse. Heracles was staring down at him with an unreadable expression yet everything was spoken from just the look in his eyes. Those eyes promised 'revenge', only this time, it would seem Heracles would be doing it himself and not Vlad the Impaler. Sadiq's body was showered in spears from above, pinning him to the floor. His body was only a source of pain which gave him very little chance to think straight.
'You're in our world now.' Came the dark voice of a woman. 'I've waited a long time to have you.' Through the pain, Sadiq managed to smirk. 'You found me beautiful once.'
"A loooong time ago." He spat up blood. "I only pitied you for being the uglier one of the two. Nerissa is the beauty."
Merkova responded with a vicious growl. 'You will regret those words!'
He ignored her. "Where's Heracles?"
'He betrayed you.'
"No…this is your doing. Just one of the many…many women who are…jealous of him."
'You may be with him once I am bored of you.'
Sadiq closed his eyes. "How generous."
'It is a shame that the Dark One has betrayed you. All these centuries It has been faithful, loyal, and true to you. How does it feel?'
"Shittin' bricks." There was no use in fighting. All odds were against them now. Sadiq knew the only way to survive would be to give in for now, find a weak point, and then attack. He would try and find Heracles, as well as Ivan and Alfred. Even Arthur. "But…I will have my revenge."
The spears left his body while the rest of him slowly started to fade away in to Merkova's world.

Gilbert finished with a shower, knowing that it may be one of the very lasts he will have for a long time. Feliciano's bathrooms were ridiculously gaudy but very useful in a spoiled prince sort of way. Marble and gold. Not to mention everything Roman. As he was drying off he caught a glance of himself in the overly large body mirror with a hideously ugly gold frame. Hideously ugly just like his chopped up body. With a frown, Gilbert let the towel fall around his feet while looking at his reflection. Sometimes he couldn't remember what he looked like back when he was a true human. Many times he's tried to have his portrait painted without the show of stitches, yet it never came out right. This 'rag doll' body of his was appearing uglier than normal, and he knew exactly why. It probably wasn't true, but Ivan could very well not like looking at him naked any more. Why gaze at a stitched up body with no eyes and limbs that easily fall apart? Gilbert couldn't count how many times Ivan's hard (but orgasmic) fucking popped his stitches. Often they would have to stop to try and piece him back together. Ivan said he never cared, but what if he was truly thinking that now? Ivan could have Alfred's prefect body instead, fresh and young with an energetic personality. Alfred's body may have bullet wounds all over it, but at least his limbs always stayed where they were. And those pretty cornflower blue eyes full of happiness and laughter, something Ivan cherishes. Ivan can't look into his eyes; they are long gone.
"I was beautiful and handsome at one time." He said to his reflection. "But this was the sacrifice I made to save my brother. Even though we know this," he placed his hand on the mirror. "We would do it all over again if he had to."
'To save Ludwig.' His reflection spoke back to him!
Gilbert gasped and tore his hand away as if he had been burnt. "It spoke!"
Reflection Gilbert grinned and blushed with slight embarrassment. 'Sorry to scare you! You were whining and moping like a little bitch. It got annoying to keep hearing."
Gilbert glared. "Who the hell are you? You certainly aren't me."
'No, but I am a part of you. I am the part that has been lost to you…but not anymore.' The other Gilbert began to change; the black stitches disappeared from his eyes and body. When those lids opened, a pair of pink eyes gazed back at him.
Gilbert gasped, his hands covering his mouth at the sight of his former self. He hadn't seen himself like that in over thousands of years! But he knew right away that it was truly him! Tears welled up behind his stitches. To think he once looked like that! Ivan had never seen his true human form.
'We can get Ivan back, you know. We can win him over very easily looking like this.' Reflection Gilbert smirked, twirling around. 'Flawless white skin that is as soft as silk. Pink eyes of the rarest color gazing lovingly in to violet. Ivan will choose pink eyes over blue any day. You wouldn't even have to fight Alfred for him! Ivan will leave Alfred and come to us! To you.'
Gilbert saw the image of Ivan and Alfred passionately kissing. But then, the image of HIM came walking by. Ivan looked at the REAL Gilbert, wagged his tail, and took off after him. Gilbert smiled as he watched Ivan scoop up his real self in his arms; now he was the one being passionately kissed. Alfred was out of the picture, and there was only them, together. Gilbert's heart pounded and raced; oh how he longed to be the only one Ivan thinks of.
'Come with me. You can look like this again!'
Gilbert frowned. "No, I can't."
'Yes, you can! I'm you! Why would I lie to you? We're awesome! And awesome people never lie.'
"That is true. I would never lie to myself…"
'Then come on!' Reflection Gilbert reached his hands through the mirror. 'We deserve to look like this. Our sacrifice for our baby brother should come with a reward, not a curse.'
Gilbert thought. 'I really shouldn't. Even if it is a trap…I will be closer to Ivan. I want to be handsome again.' He took the mirror hands. 'I want Ivan to be proud to have me on his arm.' The mirror form pulled him in. 'I want to be the only one in Ivan's heart.' And he entered the mirror.
But it was dark.
"Hello?" Gilbert called.
An echoing laughter surrounded him. 'Once a stupid human, always a stupid human!'
Gilbert's eyes widened. He knew that voice! "GRIOT! YOU BASTARD!" Gilbert saw his human form appear before him, laughing mockingly and pointing a finger at him.
'Oh that was just too easy! You really think you could look like this again! Tough shit!' Griot laughed again, taking the form of Gilbert's current form. 'You're putting me in 'stitches'!' Griot laughed even harder.
Gilbert called forth his weapon yet it fell limp in his hand like a wet noodle. He gasped and dropped it, watching as it slithered away.
'What was that? Is that all you have?' Griot wouldn't stop laughing at him.
"STOP LAUGHING AT ME!"
'Vanity is a poor quality to have. Face it, Ivan doesn't want you when he can have that pretty blue eyed young thing with the bright smile! Nobody wants a rag doll! You should let Ludwig's dogs go after you! Be a chew toy instead!' He laughed.
Gilbert covered his ears. "STOP IT!"
'You love for someone who doesn't want you has brought your sorry ass to this world of mine!' Griot turned into his dark form of black mist and flames, his yellow eyes still mocking. 'How pathetic you are! You're not even a real demon duke! Your brother is the important one! All you're good for is nothing. Ludwig is ashamed of you, and Ivan doesn't want you.'
"That's not true!" Gilbert growled at him. "I know Ivan and Ludwig love me. Maybe Ivan does not love me the way I want him too…but he has never once looked down on me!"
'And yet you don't believe that. You doubt yourself. If you truly believed that about Ivan, then you wouldn't have fucked yourself over and ended up here with me.' Gilbert turned away, knowing Griot was right. 'You're useless to everybody. If you disappear the five can still carry on without you. A useless rag doll.'
"Keep talking, you bastard. I dare you to keep running that fucking mouth of yours!"
'Or you'll do what? You're in my world now. After I'm done with you your brother is my next target.'
"Ludwig will not fall for your tricks!"
'Yet you did. What will he say when I tell him how you were so easily captured?'
That made him feel ashamed.
'You cannot escape me now. I will use you to get to your brother. Unless…he chooses to protect Feliciano over you. Oh, that would just be heavenly! You might as well just let yourself die after that happens because all you will basically be doing is existing. What a useless, boring, and stupid life.'
Gilbert's spirit was cracking. He may not believe Ivan, but he did believe in his brother. Ludwig would never give up on him. Ludwig would find a way to save both him and Feli. That one spark of hope kept the darkness of Griot's corruption from fully taking hold. "If there was a Hell, I hope that you burn in it. If I ever get the chance, I will kill you. Mark my words. I will kill you."
'Challenge accepted. But first, I'm tired of hearing your mouth. It's been running for centuries, so lets put an end to it!'
Gilbert hadn't any time to escape when a set of dark hands shot out to grip his lips. With all his might he clamped his jaws down but the hands were much too strong. They forced his mouth open and pushed his head back. Something grabbed his tongue, holding it out straight while it was cut from his mouth. He wouldn't scream. He wouldn't give Griot the satisfaction. But the mutilation didn't end there. New stitches shut his lips closed, holding in all the blood, forcing him to have to swallow it. He knew he wouldn't die from it, but it still brought him to tears. This was his human punishment for being stupid. The hands left him and he collapsed to the floor.
'Ah, blissful silence form the obnoxious white demon. I guess this means no more blowjobs for Ivan! He'll be so disappointed. Oh well, at least he still has Alfred's!' Gilbert gave him the finger. Griot laughed. 'That's cute! Come along, then. Let's go find your baby brother.' He used his magic to force Gilbert onto his feet. 'And don't bother trying to break those stitches. They are woven from my power. Nothing can break them, except made true love.' He snorted. 'True love. Human bullshit. There is only lust. There is not, and never was, something called 'love'. Foolish human morals that you still possess landed you like this. You have no one to blame but yourself.'
Griot went to grab him but something kept him from touching the demon; something like an invisible force field. Griot yanked his hand back. It was very old, old magic. Magic of the ancient world. How could Gilbert still possess them? He watched in awe as Gilbert's body glowed with a mist of white, slowly growing larger and brighter until the sight of it threatened to blind him. Griot had to turn away while he felt his void starting to crumble and break. Gilbert had somehow broken his power shield, sending him back to his own dimension.
Gilbert was left on the bathroom floor, still as death itself with silver stitches on his lips.
'Take that, you motherfucker.'

Feliciano lay along Ludwig's chest, gazing lovingly at him while the large clawed hand stroked his back. They couldn't stop staring at one another, just gazing and adoring (Feliciano more than Ludwig). This would probably be the last time in a long while that they could be together like this. Once they enter the Fiend's world things won't be so simple.
"Ludwig, I just want you to know…how happy I am that you want to be with me."
"I know. I enjoy being with you too. There is something special about you…something I have never come across in all my thousands of years of living. I guess I can say you're just…refreshing."
Feliciano giggled. "Veh~ I've never been called 'refreshing' before! You speak of me like I'm an ice cold drink!"
Ludwig smirked. "A very sweet one." Feliciano squealed. "Tell no one I said that."
"I know, I know! You have a reputation as a big tough guy!" Feliciano said with mock determination. "I will never tell your secret!" Both were unprepared for the rapid knocking on the door and the two men bursting inside.
"Kiku? Francis?" Feliciano tried to cover himself with the blankets. "What's going on?"
Ludwig narrowed his eyes. "Why are you both here?"
Kiku was panting slightly. "There is danger here! Someone disguised as Arthur tried to attack Francis! The Fiends and their minions are here."
Feliciano and Ludwig looked at one another before leaping out of bed to dress. Ludwig finished first. "Where is this fake Arthur now?"
"Kiku made him disappear." Francis answered. "They still have my Arthur…"
"Where is my brother? Have you seen him?" Ludwig asked, a bit of panic in his voice.
"I have not." Kiku answered.
"Last I heard," Feliciano thought for a moment. "He said he was going to relax in the bath. He's probably still there!"
Ludwig wasted no time in heading there with the other three fast behind him. Feliciano told him which bathroom it was, and Ludwig, without knocking, violently kicked the door down. Storming inside, he looked around the large bathroom for signs of his brother. "Gilbert!" He called out and received an answer in the form of a weak little moan.
"Over there!" Feliciano pointed to where the mirror was, and Gilbert's body.
"BROTHER!" Ludwig ran over to the fallen form. "Brother…oh Gilbert…what's happened to you?" Ludwig saw the new silver stitches on his brother's lips. Quickly, he called forth a dagger but when he tried to cut them open, the blade only broke. Magic. Dark magic too. He noticed the blood trickling out from the corners of Gilbert's mouth.
'Brother…I'm sorry…I almost failed you.' Gilbert contacted him telepathically now that Ludwig was close to him.
'What happened to you?'
'Griot came…he tricked me…showed me an image of my old self…when I was beautiful. But he cut out my tongue and used this stitches to stop me from talking.'
Ludwig's eyes widened. 'He took your tongue? He cut it out? By the stars and the Abyss, I will rip out his and force him to eat it!'
"Ludwig, what is wrong with Gilbert?" Kiku asked, worried for the other.
"Griot cut out his tongue and stitched his mouth shut. That bastard." Ludwig growled darkly, his shoulders beginning to burn with flames. "How dare he maim my brother!"
"But how did he escape from Griot wounded like this?" Feliciano asked.
'My old powers.' He said to Ludwig. 'They protected me. Ludwig, I'm so sorry. I was stupid…I-'
'Stop talking.' Ludwig carefully lifted him in his arms. "We need to find Sadiq. Why isn't he back yet?"
"Perhaps something has gotten him." Kiku offered.
Frightened, Feliciano rushed to Ludwig's side with tears in his eyes. "Ludwig, we have to go now! Too many people are getting hurt! We have to leave now! Call that Seere! He said he knows you!"
'Seere?' Gilbert repeated the name. 'Why does Feli know of Seere?'
'Long story.' Ludwig nodded to his lover. "If I'm not mistaken, I believe he is already here."
Ludwig led the party outside to the front courtyard where he could sense Seere's strong aura and power. He was still skeptical of the demon, but Seere is the only demon he knows that will keep his word. He's more reliable than most, if not all, of the demons. Ludwig was not prepared to go in to the Fiend's realm with a wounded brother, a coward lover, a kitsune, and a golem. It was a pretty shitty rag-tag team to go in to the lion's den with. But he had no choice. It has to be this way for them to save the others and to survive.
Seere had been waiting for them, dressed in his black armor and smiling peacefully. Ludwig stopped in front of him with the others behind him and Feliciano clutching his elbow. He held Gilbert's limp form in his arms, tightening his hold. "Seere." He acknowledged the elder demon.
Seere bowed his head. "I love what you have done with the place." He looked up at the gray mass of lost souls still trying to claw their way into heaven. "Especially that. A 'milky way' of bodies and lost spirits." Seere smiled at them, showing his fangs. "And the angels say thatwe are the evil ones." Seere looked the others over. "I acknowledge your friends, Duke Ludwig. A kitsune, I presume?"
Kiku nodded, fanning out his tails. "I am. I sense that you have no evil intent…nor do you give off the vibe of good."
"I am a neutral demon. When you've lived as long as I have…your priorities and values begin to change. But that is not important right now. What is important is the downfall of the Three Fiends. I wish to see them defeated as well. If you want to save your friends and get rid of the Bastard Three, then I suggest you come with me."
Francis stepped forward. "Why should we trust you?"
"Because I am the only one you can trust right now. I wish to be the ruler of my realm. With the Three Fiends gone, I will take over and make life peaceful for my race. We are suffering," he smiled softly at Feliciano. "And with him on my side, I know my people can learn to smile again."
"Where is Sadiq?" Ludwig finally asked.
"I'm afraid Merkova has snatched him and his lover. It's a good thing Griot did not obtain Gilbert as well, yet I see he has done some damage. Before you ask I cannot help him. It is beyond my control."
Ludwig took a deep breath, and then asked, "When do we leave?"
"Pack light, my friends." Seere answered. "We leave at nightfall." And he disappeared.

Feliciano was finding it hard to pack light. There was much he wanted to bring with him just for comfort. The clothing he chose was either white or black, and it would cover his body completely. He wanted to look as boring and dull as possible so as to not attract any unwanted lustful attention. They were going to be in the Realm of the Fiends very soon, and he was frightened. Bones nudged at his hip, giving a little whimper as he sensed the others' distress. Feliciano smiled as he pet the dogs' skull, letting it lick his hand. Ludwig was bringing his dogs with them for protection, and Feliciano was grateful to have them. Ludwig did not want him traveling anywhere without him or one of the dogs. He would take Bones while Ludwig walked with Viper and Hellbeast. Feliciano would be safe with Bones, having grown attached to the large vicious looking dog that was actually very sweet. Bones was big enough for him to ride on! Feliciano wanted to tell Ludwig that to lighten the mood, but when he saw the look of concentration on his lovers face he quickly hushed himself. Now was not the time.
Ludwig packed only his best armor and some simple clothing. He didn't care about looks or grander for it would mean nothing where he was going. They were walking straight into danger, a danger they could not avoid. It was the only way given the current circumstances. He glanced over at Feliciano, his delicate and cowardly lover, as he packed a small bag. Everything would depend on him; Feliciano. The Duke of Cowards. Feliciano would win over everyone with that carefree attitude and friendly smile. Once the Fiends and their kind see how sweet his lover is, they will all begin to cherish him, just as he does. A warm friendly light in a world of darkness, where there is more unkindness than kindness. Ludwig didn't doubt Feliciano's gentle nature would save them all. But there was still that little bit of nagging 'what if'. His personality, looks, and virgin-like shyness will attract many demons, powerful or poor. Feliciano is half demon, half angel- a beautiful and deadly combination.
Feliciano was his. Feliciano belonged to no one other than him. Ludwig feared he may just risk it all if Feliciano were in danger. How stupid and idiotic he had become. Damn his human nature! Ludwig also remembered that he had his brother to protect as well. He was hoping that Seere had a plan for all of them. He doubted they could just walk in and say, 'hi, here we are!' to the Fiends. Ludwig knew where Seere was going with all of this. The older demon wanted to rule the Realm of the Fiends. He would ask for Ludwig's word that neither side would invade or challenge the other. Seere has no interest in the human world that was now theirs. Right now they had to fight to keep it. In the end, if they all come out of this alive and face the Dark One, Ludwig swore he would singlehandedly have his revenge.
"Ludwig?"
He turned to Feli. "What is it?"
"I'm starting to fear for what we will see." He gave a little smile. "I don't know if I can do this anymore."
"You have no choice." Ludwig walked over to him, holding the smaller man by his shoulders. "You are going to go into that world and win them all over with your charms. I don't know what Seere has planned for us, but whatever the case, you're the boss. The Fiends fear your split powers. They will do nothing to harm you if they can help it. You have to play the role of their friend. They will want your powers to aid them in taking control of the world and defeating the Dark One."
Feliciano glanced to the side. "So much is riding on me…I've never been asked to save various realms before. I've never got picked first for the high school gym class teams."
"All that is in the past, your human past. Those people who talked down to you, or belittled you, are probably dead or suffering."
Feliciano frowned. "That doesn't make me feel any better. I understand they were wrong…but that still doesn't mean they deserve to die or to suffer."
Ludwig sighed. "You are far too kind and forgiving, Feli. Those features are what will save you…oddly enough."
"I've brought mercy and safety to my people here on this earth. I only hope I can do the same when we are in the Realm of the Fiends."
"You will." Ludwig kissed his forehead. "I will be by your side, I promise you."
Feliciano leaned forward to bring him into a deep kiss with silent tears rolling down his cheeks.
By nightfall, the rag-tag team of Ludwig's misfits were waiting together for Seere to appear. Gilbert had gotten back on his feet, ready and willing to go into the realm. Feliciano held on tight to Ludwig's elbow while keeping Bones very close to him. Francis was slightly gray in color due to his extreme heartache and sorrow, yet he prepared himself with a sword of his choosing. Kiku had no weapon for he had no need for one. All of his magic and power came from his enlightenment and prayer. Antonio suddenly appeared above Feliciano along with Matthew. They too would be joining in this secret mission. Ludwig nodded to the angel.
Seere suddenly appeared before them. "Is this everyone?" He looked at each member. "What an interesting team of misfits. This will be a wonderful story to tell the younger generation."
"What are your plans for us?" Ludwig asked outright. "I would like to know what to do before we enter their realm."
"Ah, yes, of course." Seere bowed. "They fear our beloved Feliciano more than anyone else. It is Feliciano who must be the leader of all of you. Ludwig, you will have to submit as Feliciano's slave, which means you will have to bear chains of unbreakable demon iron. Think of it as a special little kink, yes?"
Feliciano blushed, glancing up at Ludwig's stern face. Feli was curious about what Ludwig's answer would be.
"Very well. I will be Feli's slave if that's what it takes. And the others?"
"All of you are under the thumb of our little Feli here." He looked to Kiku. "My dear kitsune, I suggest you keep the form of a fox and stay by Feliciano's side." He turned to Francis. "As a golem, you are duty bound to serve your master. You will be Feliciano's groom and tend to his every need." He set his sights on Gilbert. "You will also do well to be a servant to Feliciano. You and the golem must pull your powers together to keep Feliciano safe at all times." He glanced at Antonio and Matthew. "That goes for you two as well. All of you are in service to Feliciano, who is, in turn, my guest. All of you will reside with me for protection. The Fiends will say nothing to me."
Feliciano, feeling brave, took a step forward towards Seere. He smiled at the elder demon. "I thank you for all your help, Mr. Seere. I know that together we make the world a better place for your people and my own."
Seere raised an amused brow at him. "Oh? And what are your plans for after we defeat the Fiends? Don't look at Ludwig. Answer me truthfully. What do you plan to do? I will be the leader of my realm. What about you?"
Feliciano knew the answer instantly. "We are going to help each other obtain our goals. You will rule your realm, and I will rule mine. Together we will keep a peace between realms, minding our business. I will run the human world, and you will run the Fiend's Realm as well as the Abyss. We can only achieve this goal by working together."
Seere clapped slowly. "Well spoken, little lamb. This is true. I need your help, along with the other Five Nations, to first defeat the Fiends. And then, we can focus on defeating the Dark One."
"Veh~! Yes! Yes, yes, of course!" He smiled happily. "I want us all to work together!" He was ready now! "Take us to the Realm of the Fiends!"
Seere closed his eyes, lifted his hands to the sky, and called forth a portal to enter into his world. "All aboard!"

The long walk though the red vortex nearly had Feliciano crawling up onto Ludwig's back. Wherever they were, the amount of sadness, sorrow, and pain were so strong that it was actually weakening him. This realm was unlike the Abyss he was used too. It must indeed be a whole other world and dimension. Feliciano was thrilled and filled with relief once they exited the vortex, but when stepping in to the other world he was transfixed by what he saw.
The Realm of The Fiends held a futuristic yet barbaric style of architecture. It had the look of a modern city but made with dark crystals and stones. The buildings were tall, higher than any sky scrapper he had ever seen back in the human world. To him, they looked like humungous spikes with each building meeting at a sharp point in to an orange sky, such a strange color. There were no clouds or the sight of a sun anywhere. From his standpoint, there were only mountains and flat terrains, no forests or trees. There was nothing fancy or romantic about it. In fact, Feliciano felt reluctant to proceed any further due to the fear and uncertainty he felt.
"Welcome to my homeland." Seere said in Abyssal and turned to them. "Welcome to the Realm of The Fiends."
"Where do we proceed from here?" Ludwig asked. Now that they were in a demon realm they all had to speak Abyssal.
"I will take you to my castle for the time being. There, I will send word to the Fiends of your arrival. They will want to meet you immediately."
Gilbert spoke to Ludwig. 'Ask him where Ivan is, and the others.'
"My brother wishes to know where the others are." Ludwig asked for him.
"Yes, where is my Arthur?" Francis clasped his hands together, hoping for an answer.
Seere slumped his shoulders a bit and shook his head. "I do not wish to tell you right now. Not until you have settled in and we have thought up a plan. I cannot have any of you wandering off to the places where they could be." He looked directly at Gilbert. "I know where Ivan is for certain, and Alfred as well." He faced Francis. "Your lover, the warlock, is not here in this realm. The Dark One has him, but with any luck and a bit of help, the Fiends will let you know where he is. Sadiq is within Merkova's territory where he is likely to stay unless she wishes to present him otherwise. That is all I can say for now."
Feliciano looked over at Francis and Gilbert who appeared chest fallen at the news of their lovers. He could sense their sorrow and despair like a knife in his gut.
"Now, come with me. My castle is not far off."
Seere's castle was built inside a mountain, its front baring the look of a medieval castle from the dark ages. The inside looked the same as the exterior; dark, cold, and damp. He lead them to a large throne room that had four long rows of tables.
"I host parties here almost every other evening. I like to keep up the spirits of my people. Please, have a seat." He himself took one at the head of the table. "Ludwig, are you prepared to take orders from Feli, your lover?"
Ludwig gave a curt nod. As if Feliciano could actually boss him around. He knew it was all for show, and Feli would never force him to do anything he didn't want to. "Yes. I acknowledge that I have admitted defeat at the betrayal of the Dark One and Feliciano has taken over."
Seere nodded. "What about you, Francis?" Francis was too depressed to care to answer. He just waved his hand, signaling 'yes'. "Kitsune?"
"My name is Kiku. I will remain in my fox form to accompany Feliciano."
"Gilbert?" Seere looked to the albino but then turned to Ludwig, waiting to hear Gilbert's answer.
Ludwig nodded and said, "Gilbert will be a slave along with me. I don't want him out of my sight."
"And the dogs?" Seere pointed to the three beasts standing by Ludwig.
"Extra protection for me." Feliciano said with a smile. "They follow their new master."
Seere smiled. "You're catching on. Now then, by law of this realm, the Fiends cannot do anything to any of you because you are under my jurisdiction. That means no matter what you do, I am the one who has to deal with you and they cannot. To keep everyone safe while here, Ludwig and Gilbert are technically my slaves but I allow Feliciano to have them, as a gift and a show of solidarity."
"If I may interject," Kiku started, slowly raising his hand. Seere nodded to him. "What if the Fiends do not believe our story? What if they start to suspect something?"
"You just leave the talking to me." Seere smiled. "I am actually much older than those three, they respect me and trust in my judgment. I have never given them any reasons to doubt me before." He grinned.
"So tell us again what your major goal is in all this." Ludwig tapped his fingers on the table. "I want everyone here right now to hear it."
Seere nodded calmly. "As well you should. I want control of this realm. The Fiends are a ruthless bunch of tyrants who oppress my people. My realm can improve with new leadership. I also need the Dark One out of the way. We need the power of the Fiends to help destroy the Dark One's powers. Once the Dark One is gone, all will be well."
"What do you mean by that?" Feliciano asked curiously. "You said that we need to get rid of the Dark One and the Fiends. How can we possibly destroy them together?"
Seere folded his hands on the table. "That, little lamb, is a secret that you must found out on your own."
Feliciano started to panic. He was never one to solve riddles and puzzles; they hurt his head. Often times he wouldn't even bother trying to think of an answer. Unable to stop himself, Feliciano folded his arms on the table and dropped his face into them. Not only was he to somehow use his duel light and dark powers to defeat all the 'bad guys' but he had to figure out the secret to doing it! He'll never get ahead in this world or any other world.
"I promise you, all of you, that once I am leader here I will not strive to gain more territory. This is my home and my world. This is all my race of demons need." Everyone appeared to agree, but Feliciano had a better idea.
"I think we can do better than that." Feliciano said proudly, lifting his head up and sitting straight. "Since you are being so kind as to help us, I have a proposition for you, one that can benefit everybody! We will allow you this realm and we will have full control of the human world. But, I think we can both share the Abyss as a show of peace." Feliciano smiled at all of them, nodded rapidly. "Right?"
Seere slowly clapped his hands. "That is a marvelous idea. No reason to let the realm go to waste."
Gilbert turned his thoughts to Ludwig. 'How sure are we that he is trustworthy?'
Ludwig glanced over at him. 'We really have no choice at this point. He seems pleased with Feliciano's ideas. I say, for now, we just go with it.'
Seere stood up from the table. "Well then, let's get everyone set up and then we shall dine."

Ludwig looked at his wrists bearing the heavy weight of demon iron shackles. The one around his neck was the heaviest, and he hated it. He had to look like a slave, so all he was permitted to wear were black pants. His wings were bolted together through the middle with the use of a small iron barbell type instrument. It prevented him from spreading his wings but it can be removed with the unlocking of a key, which Feliciano held. His lover would hold all of the keys while parading him around by chains like a leash on a dog. All of his powers were still in tact yet the use of the irons made it harder to control. As far as the Fiends were concerned, Ludwig was 'afraid' to use his powers around Feliciano and was to be completely devoted to him. Ludwig had no issue with showing his devotion for his lover in front of others. He was to be an 'obedient servant' to Feliciano; the only demon he would take orders from.
"Ludwig? Are you ready?" Feliciano came out from behind the dressing curtain in white monk-like robe with belly sleeves and open neckline. It was small so it fit his slight form, giving the appearance that he was taller as well. The flat white shoes were plain and boring compared to his heels but this was the image Seere said they were going for; innocence. He insisted on wearing the matching white floppy hat with the holes for his horns. In some ways, he thought he looked like a priest out of some eleven kingdom in a fantasy book.
Ludwig silently gawked at Feliciano's innocent appearance, a drastic change from the usual black leather and high heels. Feliciano looked like one of the angels, which in some cases he actually was. The white clothing represented the power of light while his demon features represented the powers of darkness. "You look stunning." His cock stirred to life with the image of lifting those white robes and taking him hard against the wall. A demon slave fucking his pious master like a common whore. It was amazing how Feliciano could still make him horny with everything that's going on.
"Thanks." Feliciano looked bashful. "I'm a little nervous about meeting the Fiends."
"You will have Seere right next to you, and the rest of us will be there. They want you to be their friend because they want your power. The Three Fiends are scared of you, Feli. You need to befriend that fear and make them trust you."
Feliciano twiddled his fingers. "Antonio told me that he will speak in my place in my voice if I start to falter in any way.
"That's very helpful." 'Good. I hope Antonio can do that for the entire time we are here.'
The three dogs were waiting by the door when they started to bark at someone coming. Gilbert opened the door with Francis, greeting the dogs with pats on the head. Kiku entered last in his kitsune form, which was larger than a normal fox. Immediately, the three dogs went after him. Kiku held perfectly still, shaking uncomfortably as the three dogs eagerly sniffed at him with their tails wagging. Feliciano giggled behind his hand at the sight.
Ludwig whistled. "Boys! Down!" The dogs left Kiku and ran to Ludwig. He looked to his brother who was shackled the same way. Gilbert hated being undressed in any way in public that would show all his stitches. Gilbert must have sensed him looking because he turned his head to look at him.
'Are you sure about this, brother?'
'I am. Gilbert, you have to stay strong. I promise that we will find Ivan.'
Gilbert turned away. 'I have no tongue and my lips are stitched together by dark magic that I cannot break. Ivan won't want me now, not when he has someone like Alfred.'
'Gilbert, now is not the time for you to be a drama queen. We will leave that up for Ivan to decide about you.' He hated seeing his brother depressed. 'Don't let them see your weakness.'
'Oh, they won't, trust me. I plan to turn my sadness into anger and rage.'
Ludwig nodded and looked back at the others. "Are we ready?"
"Yes." Said Kiku. "We are just waiting for Seere."
"I am here." Seere appeared at the doorway dressed in political garb of a dark robe, talismans, and cloak. He gave a playful smile. "Places everyone!"

They were huge.
Feliciano was frozen with fear when they stepped out onto stone floor that sat floating in midair surrounded by red skies and black clouds. The Three Fiends appeared as giants sitting upon equally giant thrones; three black forms with glowing white eyes. Griot sat in the middle with Nerissa and Merkova on either side of him. Their features were completely shadowed in black.
Griot was the first to speak, showing a white sharp toothed grin. "Greetings my friends! Welcome to our world!" He threw his arms upward. "It's a pleasure to have you here, especially you, Demon Duke of Cowards, Feliciano Vargas."
Feliciano, trembling, took a deep gulp and bowed his head quickly. "T-Thank you!"
"My lords," started Seere. "Just as I said I bring you the remaining dukes of the Five Accursed Nations! With them is their friend from the Orient, a kitsune. The golem is a friend to them, and the lover of the Dark Warlock Arthur."
"That is enough from you, Seere." Spoke Merkova. "We want to hear what the Coward has to say." She slowly wiggled her fingers in the air, showing off long thin nails. "Only speak the truth in front of us, Feliciano Vargas." She warned him.
Feliciano looked at the others, fear and uncertainty written on his face. Seere urged him forward. He took a deep breath, 'You will be alright. You've practice this. You are to be their friend. Tell them what they want to hear…and just be yourself.'
He took a step forward and looked up at the towering seated figures.
"We have been betrayed by the Dark One who is now a threat to us all. Being I have both powers, I decided to take control over my fellow dukes whom you have captive here. Demon Lord Seere has offered to help me in finding a way to destroy the Dark One. Together with you we can stop the Dark One and have control over the world." He clenched his fists. "You…you can't defeat him without me!" There! He said it! Like a big brave lion!
"Such spirited words." Spoke Nerissa, crossing her long legs. "Tell me, Lord Vargas, how did you come to enslave your fellow dukes?"
Feliciano looked to Seere to answer.
"My lady, we need to keep the Dark One from finding the remaining too. What better way to hide them then to make them slaves? As a show of friendship, I have given them to Feliciano while they are staying here. The Dark One cannot proceed without the powers of the Five Accursed Nations."
Griot shot his fist in the air. "And now we have all of them! Victory will surely be ours!"
"Silence yourself, Griot." Nerissa said with a sigh.
"Yes," started Merkova "While we have the most powerful duke on our side he is still wet behind the ears when it comes to being a true demon. Not only part human, but half light and dark as well. A stunning combination for one so fragile."
Nerissa crossed her legs the other way. "We will help you to unlock your powers, Feliciano Vargas. You are very welcomed here in our realm. Lord Seere has done well to bring you here to us. Bravo to you, Lord Seere."
He bowed. "Thank you, My Lady. They will all remain with me in my castle until the times when you will need them."
Francis couldn't stand it anymore and he just had to ask the Fiends about Arthur. "Excuse me! Please, if you are all powerful beings as you say you are, then tell me, where is my Arthur! Do you know where he is? Where the Dark One has him?"
The Fiends all smiled with toothy grins, but it was Merkova who answered. "The Dark One has Arthur under It's spell. You must always fear the Arthur you meet for if you fall pray to the one who you wish to see, it will all be over for you."
Francis slumped his shoulders, completely defeated.
"Gilbert!" Griot shouted the demons name. "Haven't YOU anything to ask? Something about your lover Ivan, maybe?" He gave a booming laugh. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He leaned his ear forward, cupping it with one hand. "Huh? I didn't catch that."
Gilbert was ready to attack him with the old magic from before but Nerissa beat him to it, grabbing the ear he was cupping and pulled hard.
"Such childish words for an almighty being." She scolded him and stood up from her throne, walking along the sky high dais. It was clear she was wearing a dress that drug behind her yet it too was blacked out by shadow. "All of your demon duke friends are here. They are being punished for refusing to join us. Demon Duke Gilbert, your so-called lover, Ivan, is our finest warrior in the arena fighting games. He fights for the protection of your other friend, the little Patriot, Alfred."
Gilbert heard his heart cracking in two, one side for Ivan's suffering and the other for his lover defending Alfred so valiantly.
"The other one, Sadiq, is in Merkova's care enjoying the pleasures this world has to offer. Pleasures you can all enjoy." She said in a crooning tone.
Feliciano found his voice and spoke up to her. "May we ask to see our friends?"
Griot answered instead. "Oh, don't worry! You will see them soon! There is a game tomorrow that Ivan will be fighting in with Alfred! They make a wondrous team."
Ludwig could sense his brother's pain and he knew Griot was only doing it to get at Gilbert. He couldn't stand to see his brother hurting, not after all Gilbert had done for him. They were brothers, family; and family had to look out for one another. Taking a step forward in front of Seere, Ludwig spoke up to the Fiends. "Put me into the games tomorrow as well!" Feliciano gave him a double take with a gaping mouth. "If I win in the fights, you will allow my brother to see Ivan!"
"You wish to risk your life in the games?" Merkova drummed her fingers on the armrest.
"I will fight Ivan himself if that is what must be done." Ludwig offered.
Nerissa sighed. "Promising, but how will we trust you not to tell him on the battlefield?"
Griot laughed again, pounding his fist on the armrest. "Nerissa, you haven't been paying attention to the games at all, have you? Ivan and Alfred are so far gone that they won't even recognize Ludwig right in front of them. Oh, did I forget to mention that you will have to fight both Ivan AND Alfred?"
Ludwig wasn't expecting to fight both of them. And what did they mean about Ivan and Alfred not recognizing him? Have the two gone insane? Ivan would be his biggest challenge to face. Alfred was still young and soft-hearted. A few encouraging words to him will help the young demon recognize his face again. But Ivan was a different matter altogether. "I will face both of them, so long as you keep your promise."
"Grated." Said Merkova. "We will honor our side of the promise. Just make sure not to die. Ivan isn't known at the 'Violent One' for nothing, as I'm sure you already know?"
Ludwig nodded. "I do." 'I do this for you, Gilbert. Don't worry about me.'
'I'm not worried about you, but Feliciano is. Don't leave his side tonight. And Ludwig? Thank you for this. You understand how much I truly care for Ivan.'
"Then go and rest up." Said Nerissa, sitting back on her throne. "We await your presence tomorrow at the arena."

The following day…
Feliciano walked with Seere and the three dogs up onto the balcony dais overlooking the battle arena. It reminded him of something the Gladiators would fight in, and he figured the fighting wouldn't be that much different. He spent all night trying to talk Ludwig out of doing this but the demon's mind was set. Gilbert and Francis had to sit with the other slaves but both were in his line of vision. The Three Fiends were already seated and present. They sat on three thrones behind him on a slightly higher dais, showing their status. This was the first time he was seeing them as regular demons. All three were bright red of skin with curved black horns and serpent like tails. Griot once again sat in the middle. He had sharp features, solid black eyes, and scrawny dark brown hair that appeared dirty or greasy. He looked like something out of a thrash metal band. Feliciano didn't know which woman was Nerissa or Merkova. Going by the long dress, he figured the one of the left must be Nerissa. She was a beautiful female demon (he blushed), dressed like a sexy swimsuit model on the cover of a sleazy man magazine. Her dress fanned out from behind her, the entire outfit (what little material there was) was black with diamond like gems sparkling around the waist. Her hair was a long golden yellow, thick with heavy tight curls that puffed out, looking like the wool of a lamb. Merkova looked more like a butch woman with muscles who held no signs of feminine beauty like Nerissa did. She looked like she could be Griot's twin sister with the same sharp features, only her nose was not as broad but narrow. While she had a curvy figure it was obvious that she rather look like a man. Nerissa was the only Fiend who stood out yet so far she has been the nicest. However, she was the Fiend of Lies so he would have to be careful around her.
Yet something else he found peculiar was the large black tiger with red stripes staring at him from beside Merkova's seat. Feliciano stared at it, wondering where he had seen those bright green eyes before that looked at him from under a white eye mask. The tiger wore a gold collar with colorful gems that seemed to be attached to Merkova's wrist. He squinted his eyes.
'That's Sadiq.' Antonio spoke to him. 'She's disguising him.'
'Tony, I don't know how I'm going to get through this! I'm here all alone!'
'You have me to protect you, Feli. I have your brother and Matthew here as well. You're not alone.'
Feliciano smiled at Antonio's words. Beside him on either side sat Bones and Hellbeast. Viper was laying down in front of him, facing the arena. Ludwig's dogs would protect him too. He must look like a god amongst all these demons; seeing one of their own with both demon and angel wings surrounded by monstrous dogs. That gave him a little boost of confidence; that was until Ludwig's name was announced. Feliciano turned his eyes to the arena, watching as his lover, his beloved Ludwig, walk out fearlessly to a cheering crowd. 'Be care, my love.' Feliciano whispered, folding his hands in a prayer to rest them against his lips. 'Please be safe!'

Ludwig ignored the cheering crowd around him. He looked up at the balcony dais to see Feliciano watching him. His lover must be more than terrified right now, but Feliciano would have to get used to this way of demon life. He was granted only a club in which to use as a weapon and also a chest plate, to keep him 'alive' for a longer period of time. This was all he had to defend himself against his comrades. The large wooden doors opened opposite of him and he waited for his fellow dukes to emerge. And when they did, it was nothing like what was expected.
Ivan and Alfred came out side by side. Ivan was wearing only tattered black pants with thin stakes driven through his legs from the thighs down. His bare chest was scarred and bloodied with various opened wounds. Upon his head was a steel helmet locked at the neck. On his back the iron scales were scraping against one another making an ear piercing sound. His tail, big and strong as it was, also had stakes shoved through the tips, probably to add a deadlier blow to his opponent. Ivan claws had grown much and started to curl, an easy way to hook the skin of another. If Ivan hadn't been muscular before, he sure as hell was now under the stress of violent fighting. Ludwig felt a bead of sweat gather at his temple.
And then, there was Alfred. The young demon showed clear signs of madness from his torturous captivity. Ludwig almost didn't recognize him. The laugher had gone from those blue eyes, which were now heavily bloodshot and one scratched closed. His body wasn't pierced like Ivan's but pieces of his skin were missing leaving muscular blots on his chest and arms. He wore only a short blank tunic bottom. His hair, which Ludwig at one time loved to feel, was matted and caked with blood. The eagle talons were clawing at the dirt, itching to find his skin. But Alfred's body was trembling with what could either bloodlust or fear. Ludwig could sense the eagerness to fight within Alfred but felt the familiar aura of fear. Ivan was hard to read, but it would seem like Alfred had been broken; and with Alfred's mind gone, Ivan must have lost his soon after. He was facing a pair of mentally and physically tortured demons who had already suffered centuries ago. Ivan would attack him blinded by violent rage without a care. Alfred, on the other hand, if he did recognize Ludwig, would seek out his revenge for that one night they shared. Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.
A horn bellowed through the air. The crowd cheered. Ludwig watched as Alfred shot up into the air, his massive eagle wings flapping loudly with talon feet outstretched. Ivan came charging at him, the ground vibrating beneath his feet with the Russian demon's massive strength. Alfred came soaring down, sharp talons wide and ready.
Ludwig readied his club.
End Chapter 18 TBC
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