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Darker Than Morning	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cold was my soul

Untold was the pain

I faced when you left me

A rose in the rain...

So I swore to the razor

That never, enchained

Would your dark nails of faith

Be pushed through my veins again

-Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth

***Special thanks to my first time beta, call-me-Ami!

***Warnings: Language, dark themes, violent scenes, lust, yaoi, minimal torture

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fanfiction is purely for fun. I am making no money off of it.

Darker Than Morning

Chapter 1

The ground was hard and cold, heavy with the smell of wet soil and blood. There were no other sounds in the darkness besides the faint screams of tortured souls. The place was a dungeon. An old fashioned medieval dungeon built by demons to hold their human prisoners. The walls were heavy stones covered in moss and mildew. Bones littered the floor where the rats had long since eaten what flesh and muscle was left. There were no windows and no doors, only an iron gate sealed with a heavy lock and chain.

Arthur slowly came to, clenching his eyes shut as the pain traveled through his body. He curled up on the floor for a few moments while he tried to get his bearings. He remembered facing the Demon Lord in battle and was defeated. Now he must be a prisoner in a demon dungeon.

And he was right. His green eyes looked up and darted around the darkened room, taking in the wet stones. The screams were what motivated him to sit himself up, feeling a sharp tightness in his chest. He knew what those sounds were and where they were coming from; he was not the only human here, of that he was sure. He hissed in pain when he tried to put weight on his wrists to help hold him upright. He looked at the bruised skin that could only be from rope or shackles. The rest of his body was bruised and sore from battle. He quickly batted a rat away when he felt its whiskers tickling his hand. His eyes darted to the iron bar gate. All he could see through it was a faint glow of light. He could barely see his own hand in front of his face. Arthur forced himself to stagger into a standing position, stretching his back to crack it. Once he heard the sound, he stumbled to the gate and used the middle support to hold his body upright.

The continuing shrills of pain sent an icy trail down his side.

He rested his burning forehead against the cool iron, letting out a sigh as the relief washed over him for a few seconds. Somewhere on his body there had to be an infected wound, which was causing him to fever. He blinked his eyes tiredly and cursed his bad luck.

His troops were not even supposed to face Ivan’s legendary demons in this battle and they had been tricked. The troops thought they were going up against a much smaller and weaker demon army as negotiations had promised. They were unprepared for the onslaught that met them. Arthur closed his eyes as he could still hear and picture the brutal sounds of that battle. Tanks and cannon fire, humans’ screaming, and guns firing. Demon troops would leap onto human soldiers and rip out their throats or tear off limbs. Humans would use their demon bullets to blast holes through the monsters’ bodies. Arthur could picture each decapitated head in his mind perfectly, all with the same expression of pain and ultimate fear.

And then, he caught sight of HIM. The Demon Lord General, Ivan. He stood over a trench as he watched the carnage unfold before them. Arthur glared at his image and fired his gun, but to no avail. Ivan dodged the bullets all with a childish laugh of glee. His large, black wings shimmed at Arthur in a taunt. Arthur took one of his grenades and tossed it at the demon, only to have the large tail hit it back towards him. He yelped and leapt away from the explosion, tucking and rolling to safety. He leapt to his feet and looked through the smoke and dirt, searching for the form of Ivan. Arthur could still remember that eerie, childish voice as it came closer and closer through the smoke.

‘Peek-A-Boo, little human! I seeeeeee you!’

Arthur jumped out of the way the moment he saw those claws coming at him through the smoke. The demon slid and spun on his heels, grinning madly at Arthur. His tail wagged like a dog ready to play but his eyes held a dark emptiness. He wore a normal military uniform of camouflage, specially fitted for his demon attributes. Arthur looked at how large and curved the horns were, a sign among demons that he was strong and dominant. It was an animalistic trait they all seemed to share. Arthur grit his teeth and swiftly reloaded his gun, aiming to fire. He let the bullets fly but Ivan dodged them like a pro. Once Arthur was out of bullets the demon gave such a look that it struck pure rage and fury

through his soul. The demon had such a stupid, clueless look on his face. A horseshoe shaped smile. Arthur couldn’t tell if he was brilliant or insane. Regardless, it made his blood boil. Then everything went black and he woke up here in this dungeon.

“Bloody hell…how could I have gotten caught so easily? And where the heck was Alfred?” He hissed through his teeth, thinking about his ex-lover and fellow general.

Arthur couldn’t help but wonder if Alfred had gotten away from the battle injured or, worse, had been killed. Regardless of his bitter feelings towards Alfred, he did not wish harm or misfortune on him. But right now was not the necessary time to be thinking about past affairs. Right now he had to try and think of a way out of here to get back to his troop. Judging by the windowless cell, heavy stone, and vacant hallways, Arthur saw it as hopeless. He didn’t know where he was, who was down here with him, or what was going to happen. All he knew from his present standing was that this cell held a torture chamber beyond its walls and he would most likely be heading there.

But Arthur was a stubborn man and loyal to his race. No matter how much they tortured him he would never let on to what he knew. Pride and honor were more important to him than his life. Still, as in every living human despite his or her willfulness, the idea of torture sent a chill down his spine. He could tell himself that he would survive through it even if he had never actually been tortured before. He would like to hope that he could hold it together. Arthur said a silent prayer to anyone listening to give him strength in this difficult time.

“What is going to become of me?”

He sighed softly under his breath and looked lazily down at the floor beyond the cell. His green eyes widened at the gruesome sight before him. Bodily organs and blood littered the stone walkway. Some were old and rotting while others were fresh, still pink. Arthur felt his blood run cold and it caused his breath to still. He had to ask himself, why were there organs on the floor? What kind of evil are these demons conducting within these walls? He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t fear the unknown. He would just have to keep his wits about him when they advanced on him.

That was another thought that had just come to mind. Demons were known for being barbaric during sex. Arthur couldn’t keep count of how many times the demons had raped humans. If he had to choose between torture or sex, then he would have to choose the second. It made him sick to his stomach to think about ever laying with a demon. On the other hand, he had heard from humans who have survived the sexual encounters with demons that it was a very unforgettable experience. Apparently, demons had special venom in their bodies that they could release into their victims. The venom could cause extreme, mind-blowing pleasure or extreme pain. The humans had been known to report that they would orgasm simply from a drop of the venom and the cycle would continue until they were exhausted. Some had even begged to be killed because their bodies could not handle the immense pleasure. Arthur mentally slapped himself when he felt his loins begin to stir with excitement.

“I can’t be getting hard during a time like this! I’m worse than Francis.” Francis was another troop member and a so-called ‘friend’. He was also a pervert and the two did not get along very well. “Pride and honor first!”

Arthur nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a heavy door open and close further down the hall. His hands gripped the iron bars tighter with each footstep that echoed off the stone walls. The hallway was long and dark but he could see a speck of flickering light to his far right. Someone or something was on its way here. Arthur was torn between moving further back into the cell to view from a distance or let his presence be known. Everyone here should know that he was in this cell so his best choice was to hold his head high and show he had no fear of them. The light grew bigger with each footstep and a darkened figure was slowly starting to take shape.

Arthur kept his eyes glued to the approaching figure until he could start making out features. It was an average demon male dressed in a casual military uniform of black and gray. The demon’s brown eyes caught Arthur’s and he stopped to look at him before flashing a smirk. Arthur just glared at him and said nothing, wanting the demon to speak to him first.

“Enjoying the atmosphere, human?”

“Perhaps. Now why am I here? I demand to know.” The demon chuckled.

“You demand? Stupid human. Don’t you know that you are in the bowels of Lord Ivan’s mansion?”

‘So it was him.’ Arthur said to himself. “Why have I been brought here?”

“You are a prisoner of war. Not just a simple prisoner but also a GENERAL. Lord Ivan knows what kind of information you hold and he wishes to obtain it. Through ANY means possible.” The demon laughed again. “If you wish to speak to Lord Ivan and tell him what he wants to know then I can summon him for you?” Arthur scoffed.

“As if I would tell him anything. But I would like to speak with him. So by all means, call his bloody arse down here.”

“It’s your funeral, human.” The demon turned back around to walk away, but not before kicking a festering pile of flesh at Arthur’s cell. The flesh slapped against the bars and Arthur had to hold back his bile. “Until next time.”

Arthur watched the demon leave back through the hall and he gave a heavy sigh of relief. He had to move away from the bars and rest against the wall for his fever was starting to weaken him. As he rested his head back against the cool stones, he wondered what type of demon Ivan was. Arthur had heard many horror stories about him on the battlefield, but he never heard any about how he was outside of the war. If he was a murderous barbarian on the battlefield then he was most likely a monster in his own house. The demon lord would probably keep him healthy on purpose just so he could continue to torture him for information. Remembering that insane horseshoe smile of his only made Arthur wonder what types of horrible joys that demon had in his head. Even during political military meetings he was not one to neither compromise nor offer solutions. Or so he had been told.

The fever was taking its toll on him and he found his eyes slowly sliding closed. He tried to keep himself awake in fear of something happening without his knowledge. No matter how much he fought it the fever sent him into a pitiful sleep until he was awakened some time later. The loud, echoing sound of an iron lock opening forced his mind to reawaken his body. His mind was hazy, but he had enough wit about him to look at the cell door. Three demon men walked in, all with their horns and wings proudly displayed. Arthur recognized Ivan immediately and his green eyes narrowed at his towering form. He was still sprawled out on the floor, trying with all his strength to get in to at least a sitting position. His fever had spiked since he had fallen asleep and his body had become lethargic. This was not the image of himself he wanted to present to this demon scum. Ivan looked down at him and smiled before crouching in front of him.

“Greetings, little human. I must say it is a thrill to see you alive! I thought for sure your crushing defeat at my hands would have sent you flying off into the afterlife!” he giggled.

“I would never let myself die by the hands of a demon.” He breathed out. “I would bite my tongue first and bleed to death!” Ivan’s smile never wavered.

“Then I would just have to eat you up! Humans are very tasty. Would you like me to pull your tongue out for you?” Ivan reached for Arthur’s mouth but Arthur snapped his jaws at him. Ivan pulled his fingers back with a look of mock fear. “Ah, a biter!”

“General Ivan, what would you like us to do with him? With his fever at this level he won’t last very long.”

“I see your point.” Ivan responded to the guard and then got on his hands and knees. He lowered his head to his hands to look into Arthur’s eyes. The green eyes glared at him and Ivan found his demon tail wagging like a playful puppy. “Hmm…” He smiled again and booped Arthur’s nose with his finger. Arthur’s eyes crossed as the finger met with his skin and he attempted to snap his jaws again.

“General Ivan?”

“I like him! He’s got a lot of spark! And I’ve never seen such yellow hair and green eyes before! But what’s with those eyebrows? I used to eat those black wooly caterpillars as a child.” Ivan pinched the heavy brows and Arthur growled, shaking his head to release himself from the facial molestation. “I want to keep him!” He stood back up and Arthur gave him a bewildered expression.

“But General Ivan, we need to get information out of him! He won’t speak, you know that.” Said another guard. “Please let us torture him?”

Arthur’s eyes darted to the demon who suggested that.

“Hmm…but he’s so pretty!” Ivan folded his hands together in a mock prayer. “He’s like a little teacake! I just want to eat him up!” He spun on his heels to look at the guards. “Have my special cage prepared for him. I want him washed up. Oh, and call the doctor to get that fever down! This one is much more fun alive than dead! I can tell!”

The other guard pulled out a file. “He is a top rated general. We could gain more by holding him captive here.”

“Yes, I like that idea! Very much so!” Arthur glared up at Ivan before moving his fevered eyes to the file.

“W-what is that? How were you able to obtain it?” He asked the demons, feeling the sweat from his fever dripping into his eyes.

Ivan took the folder from the guard and opened it before reading out loud.

“General Arthur Kirkland of the Human World Alliance. Born and raised in New Britain. Grew up on a vineyard. Was one of the top five students in his class, achieving academic honors in all subjects. Four star general. Undefeated in battle…until he met MY troops.” Ivan smiled at him. “I broke your perfect little record!” Arthur growled at him.

“General, are you sure-“

“Yes. Do not make me repeat myself again. Do as I have previously commanded. And keep him naked.” Ivan smirked devilishly then.

“Yes sir.”

“Let me know when everything is set and done.” Ivan bent down to look at Arthur again and smiled. “You and I are going to become good friends.”

“I’d rather die.”

“No. You won’t die. You will keep living. I can tell by those eyes you are very stubborn.” Ivan pated his cheek and stood back up. “Do as I command.”

Arthur watched the three of them leave the cell and he let his body fully relax on the stone floor. He didn’t have to be concerned with torturing, but now his mind was set on a different track. What did Ivan have in mind for him? Arthur’s mind was still foggy from the fever, but he forced himself to keep thinking clearly. The demon general must have some other tactic in mind to break him and have him spill out whatever information he wanted. Arthur clenched his fists against the floor and swore to himself that he would not give in no matter what type of ordeals, physical or mental, he would be presented with. If it were sex then he would just have to deal with it. He wasn’t a virgin and he was no stranger to rough or crazy sex. Demon sex was still foreign to him, but it would be better than torture. All he would have is wounded pride, but that would heal quickly.

“Mmm… This damn fever…” He wiped weakly at his brow when his eyelids became heavy. He could no longer keep his mind active and focused, so he surrendered to sleep.

His mind kept going in and out of consciousness when he felt his body being shifted or moved. When he would open his eyes, all he could see were black figures and white lights moving around him. Nothing was making sense and any words were muffled like he was hearing through cotton. He would close his eyes and open them again, still seeing the same figures. By the final time he woke up, his vision was clear. Slowly he blinked his eyes opened and shifted his position, only to find himself stuck. Arthur blinked again and looked around at his surroundings.

He was forced sitting in a tall narrow cage. An actual cage, just like Ivan had said. Arthur kicked and shifted in the tight area, struggling to stand. He gasped when the cage swung and spun, realizing that it was suspended in mid air but only twelve inches from the floor. He looked up at the gold chain linking to a heavy ceiling hook. Arthur felt the anger slowly building up in him and he rocked the cage loudly.

“HEY! SOMEONE LET ME OUT!” He rattled the square bars but no one came to his aid, which he figured wouldn’t happen, but he wanted to know what was going on.

Arthur cursed again and studied his confinement. He was able to stand in the cage, but sitting would prove near impossible. His legs and muscles were already cramped from the sitting position he woke up in. Arthur gasped and felt his forehead quickly, feeling that it was cool to the touch. The demon doctor must have gotten rid of his fever. He felt something tight pinching at the skin on his back and noticed a large ace bandage taped there. Arthur assumed that’s where the infection was that had given him the fever. That was when he noticed another tiny detail about himself. He was fully naked. This had to be some form of torture. The cage was meant to keep him standing and if he tried to sit for any length of time he would cramp painfully. On the flipside, he couldn’t stand all the time either so it had to be one or other. The inside was tight and constricting, which Arthur could see himself growing claustrophobic if he was kept in here too long. But he would have to try and hold out for as long as he could.

“Keep your wits about you, old boy.” He spoke softly to himself, resting his fingers through the square bars. “Hm?” He noticed there was a strange texture or substance coating the flat bars and he raised an eyebrow as he rubbed his fingers along the flat layers. “Interesting…this is more than a large bird cage.” His body froze when he realized that this aged cage has been in the stomach of many bonfires or in the bowels of deep water. “This is just peachy!” He hissed through his teeth and pulled his hands away, resting his back against the bars. “Where the hell am I? This doesn’t look like a dungeon.”

Arthur’s eyes scanned the room he was in and looked surprised at all the furnishings. It was a bedroom and a rather large one at that. Whoever resided in this room was wealthy and had extremely gaudy taste. Even in his present condition, Arthur couldn’t help stick his tongue between his teeth at the extreme decoration. Someone liked to flaunt their wealth and status. No way could

this be that demon general’s bedroom! It may be the influence of his mate if the demon even had one. Arthur figured he must have a mate for no high-ranking demon was ever seen without one. It was some kind of demon code of theirs.

The first thing he noticed was the large king sized bed at the far side of the room. It was made perfectly, almost like a store model. The comforter was a patchwork motif of scrolls, paisley, damask, and lattice designs in shades of spice, wine, and gold. The decorative throw pillows and pillow shams matched the style. Above it was a teester crafted with what could be solid gold or wood stained with the color. It had a wreath of flowers and ribbons handcrafted, which made it look fit for royalty. The curtains hung from it in a stream of wine and gold. Arthur could tell that the center rug was imported from a foreign country with its vining florals and medallion motif, not to mention the acanthus leaf designs. It too matched the gaudy comforter. The walls were adorned with wall sconces, all made to look old but had light bulbs in them. All the furniture was mahogany from the end tables to the dresser drawers. Arthur saw that on top of one of these dressers a beautiful, ivory colored hurricane lamp with hand painted roses on its surface. His nose went up slightly in his own snobbish way. It didn’t tie in with the rest of the room, but it was stunning to look at.

He blushed angrily to himself because tasteful, pretty things were part of his flamboyant gentlemen side. A side he showed no one less he lose his male pride and military respect. His mother’s room was fully decorated with rose motifs and designs. It was his favorite place to stay in their house over his own room. One day, when he escaped this place and made more money, he would have a large, gaudy English house in his own country, complete with a massive garden.

“If I ever do get out…” He whispered softly, then shook his head. “What am I saying? Of course I’ll find my way out! I always do!” He smirked. “No one can hold me inside these stone walls for long! I’m too good at spying and sneaking!”

The door to the room opened and Arthur gasped, turning his head with his wide eyes to look at the person entering. His eyes narrowed when he saw it was Ivan, still dressed in his military battle uniform. Arthur’s eyes met purple as they locked on to the other, never breaking the stare. Ivan wore a smug little smile on his face when he got closer to the cage. Arthur just sneered at him and slapped the palm of his hand against the cage bars. The demon general just smiled and chuckled sweetly, gripping the bars with one hand and gazing through the square windows at him. The look made Arthur feel uncomfortable. He felt like he was an animal in a zoo being cooed and smiled at by some gawking person. The purple eyes traveled to his lower regions and Arthur tried desperately to cover himself by crossing his thigh over his groin. The narrow circumference of the cage made it difficult to do so he had to turn his body slightly.

“No need to hide yourself. You won’t be able to do it forever in this cage, little birdie!” Arthur turned murderous green eyes upon the demon.

“I am not your ‘little birdie’! And I would appreciate it if you would cease with the nicknames.” Ivan looked at him and pouted.

“But you’re the one in the cage, not me. I should be able to call you anything I want. I hold the key.” Ivan grinned.

“I don’t care!” Arthur gripped the bars. “Why am I in this cage? What do you plan to do with me? Is this some kind of sick joke or are you just a looney?”

“I like to consider myself creative and playful! I thought you were very pretty and interesting to look at with your butter hair and emerald eyes! I just thought you would make a nice accent to my chambers! And you’re a true blond.” Arthur realized he was exposing himself again and quickly shifted his body to save his modesty.

“So this is your room? How does a DEMON come across such designs? Everything else about you monsters is primitive!” Ivan gave him another childish pout.

“But…we like to have nice things too. We’re making up for lost time.”

“Your whole race belongs lodging in the woods and sewers! Some things should have stayed the way they were.” Ivan’s playful eyes turned dark.

“Perhaps we would have if you humans didn’t destroy yourselves. You seem to forget that if it weren’t for us demons rebuilding the world when it was in shambles, you humans wouldn’t have survived.”

“You built it for yourselves, not for us! The whole plan was to take over the world and become the dominant race! Demons could have never done this if the humans were still properly in power, which we will be! Mark my words!”

“I expected you to say that, so I am going to let it go. But should you insult my race again in your current position, I’m afraid I will have to punish you.”

“Something is not right! I don’t believe you, demon! You’re either brilliant or retarded, but I haven’t figured out which! You are not keeping me like this because I look ‘pretty’! You have something up your sleeve! Tell me what is it!” Ivan smiled.

“I will tell you that if you tell me what I want to know.”

“I will never tell you anything!” Ivan looked at him with soft amusement.

“Believe me, you will soon be spilling your guts. I have many forms of punishment and techniques to get my way.” He said with a sheepish smile. “But I don’t want to do too much yet! You just got here! You should enjoy your stay!” Ivan spun around his heel and held his arms open at the room. “Welcome to my humble little abode! This is mainly my room, but sometimes my mate joins me in here for…mating stuff.” He spun back around to face Arthur. “This is all his decoration, not mine. He wants the best and finest of everything…even if he doesn’t actually want it. He wants it because he can have it and I deliver to him if I can. He even has a special dance room in this manor. Lots of loud music and lights.” Ivan plugged his ears and smiled. “He likes to have fun!”

“So your mate is a demon male, then? A high-ranking demon like you has a male for a mate and not a female? What of offspring?” Arthur hated the casual conversation but he knew the more he learned from his enemy the more knowledge he can obtain. Any amount of knowledge could prove useful.

“I don’t need offspring. Should I find the need to have one then I will seek out a female. Unlike humans, there are no laws or discrimination against same sex mating or…marriages I think you call them? We demons do what we want, when we want, and how we want. You would do well to learn from us.”

“I refuse to have a political race discussion with you. One thing you could learn from us humans is not to treat your prisoners in such a fashion!”

“Ah, but humans have and still continue to torture demons as if they were no better than cattle or squealing pigs. You see, little human,” He went back to the cage and rests his fingers on the square bars. “I’m not going to chain you to a wall and rip out your spine. I will not strap you to a chair and burn your feet or crush your bones.” He slowly started to smile as he spoke of the terrors. “Racking

you would prove boring and useless. This cage you are in has burned and drowned many, but for you it is simply a birdcage. No, you are worth more to me without intense pain or suffering. Believe me,” He smirked. “This predicament you are in now will be no joy ride, as you will soon come to find out. When you are ready to talk about your army’s plans, your next troop moment, and the positions of your strongest military bases, then I will let you out.”

“Never.”

“Suit yourself.”

Without another word Ivan left the room and Arthur was alone again. He let out a heavy breath and rested his head against the cage. Relief washed over him when he heard that he would not be put to torture. However, being in this narrow cage was torture enough. After a long while of standing his legs were worn out. Carefully, he tried to position himself and lower his body into a sitting position. For a second he wished he were a woman, for curling up in a tight space without anything between the legs would be a blessing right now. He still had his dignity, so he refused to spread his knees and elevate them to a comfortable height against the bars. His lower regions would be too exposed. Still, the current sitting position he was in did very little to relax his legs. Instead, it only cramped his muscles and his back. With a curse he stood back up, scraping his knees in the process. His legs started with the pins and needles feeling that made his eyes cross in annoyance. He hated that feeling.

Some hours had passed and Arthur fell asleep standing up in the cage, his body slightly slumped. Resting his back against the bars and his knees in the front helped to hold him up, giving a small amount of relief. His eyes slowly started to open when he heard voices inside the room. Once awake, he looked through the cage to see Ivan sitting at a mobile table with another demon. They must have been having dinner for the warm smell of fresh cooked meat made his stomach rumble. The other demon must be Ivan’s mate and he had to shift his body a bit to see him. When Arthur saw who it was he gasped softly so as not to attract their attention.

Arthur knew him as Gilbert, his comrade Ludwig’s older brother. Gilbert was a full-blooded demon and Ludwig was a half-breed. They shared the same demon father and grew up together with Ludwig’s human mother. When they were older, Gilbert went to the demons and Ludwig went to the humans. Arthur was unsure if the two had kept in touch for Ludwig rarely spoke of his older brother. He remembered Ludwig saying once that Gilbert was on no one’s side, but tended to be more lenient to humans. If that were the case, then Arthur could use Gilbert to his advantage. As if seeing Gilbert wasn’t enough, the next person to walk into the room almost made him shout out the name. It was Matthew, Alfred’s younger brother who went missing a year ago when he was abducted by demons. Alfred had been searching for him since then, but could never pinpoint his location. Matthew was dressed in gray shirt and pants with simple slip-on shoes. Around his neck was a circular collar with a chain linked to the center, a symbol that he was a slave. After Matthew poured them both wine he looked up and their eyes met.

“Matthew? What’s wrong?” Gilbert asked him.

“Oh…um…nothing. Nothing, Master Gilbert.” Ivan looked at Matthew and then over to Arthur, seeing that the man was awake. He smiled.

“Don’t tell me you just noticed my new human in the room, Matthew,” Ivan said with a chuckle.

‘Please don’t say anything, Matthew!’ Arthur silently pleaded. ‘Please, don’t say anything.’

“I was…just surprised to see him, sir. I didn’t know someone else was in here.” Gilbert turned from Matthew to look at Arthur in the cage.

“Matthew, you are dismissed.” Gilbert said and waved him away. Matthew bowed to them before leaving the room but not before sending a little glance in Arthur’s direction.

“Little birdie, I bet you are hungry!” Ivan placed his face in his hands and smiled at Arthur’s sneer. “Would you like some meat?” Arthur turned his head away.

“I rather starve than eat demon food.”

“Humans eat meat.” Gilbert pointed out with a smirk.

“I want nothing from demons.”

Gilbert wiggled his shoulders, mocking Arthur’s snobbish attitude.

“Told you he was stubborn.” Ivan said with a glance to his mate.

“Yeah, well, another day in the cage like that and he’ll be begging to be let out.” Ivan grinned.

“My thoughts exactly!”

Arthur said nothing and turned his back to them.

“Aww, what a cute little ass!” Arthur blushed heavily at the words and was grateful that they couldn’t see it. He couldn’t turn fully around, either, or he would be exposed again.

“Don’t you get any ideas now, Ivie,” Gilbert said with a smirk and threw a grape at his mate. “Human bodies break too easily and their dicks are too small to be enjoyable. And he’s British on top of it!” Gilbert laughed at the last part and Arthur sharply turned his head to send angry green eyes on the demon.

“That just shows how very little you actually know of humans, demon slut.”

“HEY!” Arthur immediately regretted his sudden blurt, but didn’t show it. “Ivan, did you hear what he just said?”

Ivan sighed. “Yes, my sweet. I did.”

“Then can I hurt him?”

“No, that’s my job.”

Gilbert hissed at him, barring his fangs.

“Put those chompers away and I will deal with him.” Gilbert crossed his arms and turned away from him. “Why don’t you go and get your bath while I handle the human?”

“But I want to see what you will do!” Ivan’s eyes turned to narrow at Gilbert before the albino demon stood up from his chair. “Fine then, but you owe me big time!” Gilbert stormed out of the room and slammed the door, leaving only Arthur and Ivan.

Arthur gulped softly and felt his heart race at the sight of Ivan standing from the table. The demon took his plate and put some grapes on it before bringing it over to the cage. Arthur’s brows furrowed in the center, wondering what the demon was up to. Ivan stopped in front of the cage and picked up a green grape between his fingers, holding it through the square bars. Arthur looked at the grape and his lip went up in a sneer of disgust. He turned his head away, refusing the grape offered to him.

“You must be hungry.”

“Hmph. What is that to you? I just insulted your mate and you’re trying to feed me a grape? You are stupid.”

Ivan popped the grape into his mouth. “It isn’t poisoned if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

Arthur crossed his arms. “I already told you that I would have NOTHING from you!” Arthur could not, for the life of him, figure out what was going through the demon’s head. It was starting to creep him out, but he kept his composure.

“Silly human. I thought I would try and offer you a bit of food and here you are snuffing me. Now I really must start your punishment.”

Arthur watched as Ivan put the plate back on the table and returned to the cage. Ivan just smiled sweetly at him and gripped the bars of the cage before beginning to walk in a circle. Arthur had to brace his palms against the bars as he was twirled with Ivan. The cage started to pick up speed and Arthur knew what Ivan was going to do. The demon replaced his hand with his tail and started spinning the cage, staying in one spot. Arthur could see the room spinning faster and faster in his vision, making him feel nauseous. Ivan’s tail suddenly stopped the cage and Arthur threw up whatever contents he had in his stomach. His body slumped against the bars as he tried to stop his head and eyes from spinning. His stomached lurched again and he spat up a bit of bile, coughing heavily.

“That was fun! I want to play some more!”

Ivan gripped the cage in his hands and used his wings to lift them both in the air. Arthur fell back against the bars and looked up at Ivan’s gleeful purple eyes. Ivan grinned and let the cage go, letting it fall and swing. Arthur’s body was flopped and bounced off of the narrow walls as Ivan continued to push it in all directions. Every part of him was being banged against the iron, from his face to his feet. He hit his nose and felt the blood begin to trickle. In a desperate attempt to hold on, he ended up snapping off one of his nails on the iron plates. He couldn’t help his cries of pain as he was repeatedly abused. All he could hear were Ivan’s gleeful laughs and giggles. Arthur had to end this before he was rattled to death.

“STOP! STOP, PLEASE!” He cried out and felt the cage jerk to a stop. His body shivered as Ivan lowered the cage and held it still.

“How was that?” Arthur wasn’t looking at him but he could FEEL that smile on him. “Did you have a fun ride?”

Arthur didn’t answer him but only inspected the damage done to his body. His vomit had already dried in some spots on his legs and the soles of his feet were scrapped raw. Various parts of his limbs and torso were already beginning to bruise. The scrape wounds on his knees had reopened and blood trickled down his leg from them. His nose had stopped bleeding, but it was still wet and cold against his skin and lip. The shell of his ear was aching and he was certain there was a cut there. His ring finger nail on his right hand was snapped off, revealing the bloodied muscle beneath it. Even the palms of his hands were scraped raw, just like his feet. One would think the narrowness of the cage would have made it easier for him to hold on. Now that the cage was still he was getting back the feeling in his head and with that came pain. He lifted his hand to feel a large bump on the right side of his head. He hissed when he touched it and found that he could no longer stand. The current pain of forcing himself into a cramped sitting position was hardly noticed, dulled out by the others. His muscles screamed at the tensing of his tendons but he didn’t care, nor did he care about his current exposed position. The pain in his head was becoming unbearable, his vision blurry.

“You are a strong one…I’ll give you that.” Ivan licked his lips and circled the cage, stopping behind Arthur to whisper near his ear. “Seeing you in pain is such a turn on for me.” Arthur’s eyes widened a bit at the normally sweet voice turned deep. “Just the smell of your blood makes my cock swell.”

“G-Get away…from me.” Arthur forced the words out, the pain from his head traveling to his jaw.

“This is part of your punishment as well.”

Ivan’s finger reached under the cage and it slips through the bars towards Arthur’s ass. Arthur’s eyes widened when he felt the tip of the claw push past his cheeks to rest at his entrance. Ivan’s finger started to rub him gently, using the palm of his finger to do so. Arthur clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip, trying to ignore the feeling. He couldn’t help the wheezed gasp that escaped his throat when that clawed finger pushed up into him. The claw poked gently at his inner walls and he felt a wet, warm liquid seeping into his muscles. His eyes shot open wide and despite the pain, arched in the cage. He felt his groin grow quickly into a painful erection. The liquid in the claw must have been that venom for it filled his body with molten hot pleasure that made his eyes roll back in his head. He let out a strangled cry as he came immediately, ejaculating on his lower belly. There was no stopping the flow of cum that shot from his loins and it was the most he had ever done in his whole sex life, all from one simple touch of demon’s venom. Arthur’s pain faded away momentarily while he came down from the sexual high. He could hear Ivan chuckling in his ear.

“You’ve been holding out on yourself. Are you a virgin?”

“T-That’s none of your…business!” He panted out, thinking back to the moment of his orgasm and it made him shiver against his will.

“I’ll find out soon enough. Now that I have smelled your blood and your body I want to claim it for my own.”

Arthur felt his stomach turn and a chill run down his spine. “Y-You have a mate…”

Ivan chuckled. “Different rules for demons.” He moved away from the cage. “Enjoy your evening. You will have the whole room to yourself. Your wounds will heal quickly, so have no fear.” Ivan smiled at him. “I can’t wait to play again tomorrow!”

Once Arthur was alone he curled into himself as best he could. Everything on him hurt. Dried vomit, blood, and now cum were sticking to his skin. Each bruise and bump throbbed, but not as much as his backside. He was so embarrassed with himself. Not only did he beg for Ivan to stop his assault, but also came like a wanton whore in front of him. Now he was going to have to endure ridicule as well as Ivan’s sexual advances. The idea of being forced by that demon made him sick to his stomach, but he had nothing to throw up. What was worse, for him, was that he had liked the strange pleasure Ivan had given him. Granted, it was the venom in his body that stimulated the nerves and there was little he could do to prevent it. He despised and hated demons, but now he was a prisoner to one that was going to use him for sexual gratification. Perhaps being in the torture chamber would have been a better option. The guilt from his forced orgasm had him thinking back to his times with Alfred when they were a couple.

“Alfred…”

Everything he complained about with Alfred he now missed and wanted it back. When they were off from the military training academy, they would take an old train to Alfred’s ranch to spend their days. Alfred’s parents had been killed by demons when he had just started his military schooling. His brother, Matthew, was sent off to a boarding school so he lived there by himself with the horses. Horses intimidated Arthur but he rode them just for Alfred’s sake. They would ride for hours through vast green meadows and walk along creeks. Whenever the moment struck they would make love, whether it be in the house or somewhere on the property. Alfred was so carefree and full of life, yearning for adventure while trying to be the hero. Arthur never showed that he appreciated all that Alfred was, for it wasn’t in his nature. He would scold or lecture him on everything and finally Alfred had had enough. Arthur caught him in their dorm room bed with Kiku, a fellow classmate and soldier. It was a horrible fight that left them both feeling bitter and angry towards the other. Arthur couldn’t even remember the things they said, but it ended their relationship for good. To get revenge Arthur had gotten drunk on purpose and had sex with Ludwig to make Alfred jealous. However, it didn’t work and he only ended up complicating his friendship with Ludwig. Still, Arthur could never lay his head down without thinking of Alfred and many nights he would find himself pining for the American hero. And this was one of those nights.

“Alfred…I’m sorry.” He whispered into his knees, so caught up in his woes that he did not hear the door open.

“Arthur?” Came a very soft and light whisper. Arthur lifted his head slightly and peeked through his arms at the sound of the voice. He gasped softly when he saw it was Matthew.

“Matthew!”

“Shh! Please, don’t be loud, Arthur!” Matthew said and ran to him. “Oh Arthur…you’re hurt!”

“That bastard demon’s work!” Arthur forced his screaming muscles to stand up. “But are you alright? How long have you been here?” Matthew looked up at him with sad eyes.

“Since I was kidnapped that night…but I really am doing okay. I am Master Gilbert’s servant and he is very, very good to me despite me being a human. He is-“

“Ludwig’s older brother. I know.”

“Yes…but I came here to tell you something. Something I know you will like!” Matthew gave a soft smile. “Promise you won’t tell anyone? Not a soul. You must swear!”

Arthur nodded. “I swear.”

“Alfred knows I am here.” Arthur’s jaw dropped in shock, his pain forgotten. “We pass letters back and forth with Master Gilbert’s help.”

“Gilbert helps you communicate with an enemy? Matthew…this isn’t making sense!”

“Hear me out! Master Gilbert loves his little brother, but can never see him. He allows me to write letters to Alfred in return for updates on Ludwig. Do not judge Master Gilbert harshly, Arthur. He is fully neutral in all this. His mating to Ivan is for military and business purposes. And he knows who you are. He couldn’t let on that he knew you in front of Ivan.”

“How does he know me?”

“I’m not sure, but he told me he knows exactly who you are.”

“Is that what you have come to tell me? If that is the case then write to Alfred and tell him to get me out of here!”

“We can’t do that, Arthur. It is nearly impossible to escape from here. We are at the ocean side manor of General Ivan’s homes and it is swarming with demon guards. Entire armies could not scale these walls. And it would be too risky…for all of us.” Arthur looked away from him.

“You sound like a bloody demon sympathizer, Matthew.” Matthew gasped and gripped the bars.

“No! No, that is not true! I do enjoy the company of Master Gilbert because he is my friend. But I don’t like General Ivan. And I don’t like what he is doing to you…so I have one more thing I want to ask you.”

“And…what is that?”

“Swallow your pride and offer yourself as a servant and slave to the Braginski family. That way you will be free from all this.” Arthur just stared at Matthew’s pleading eyes, so much like Alfred’s. But he couldn’t give in. He would not give in. He was General Arthur Kirkland, a well-respected soldier dedicated to his race. Ivan could rape him, starve him, and even torture him but he will not give in and be a common slave. “Arthur? Arthur, please answer me.”

“Never. I will never give in.” He gripped the bars tightly. “I will give myself to no demon. I will never give in and surrender to their kind! Given the chance I would slit and gut every demon in this manor without a second thought. I will bring out my dogs and hunt them down like the animals they are! My knife or gun will find that damn demon’s silver head and end his smiling grin! I swear to you, Matthew, that I will kill him. I will kill him with my own hands. Make no mistake about it! This I swear to you and to myself. I will see that demon die by my hand!”

End Chapter 1 TBC

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