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

The demon didn't have the first clue as to where the others might be. His eye twitched irritably as he continued to think of the betrayal. Did the Russian think he was going to get away with that? Ivan might have been his ally, and the American might have been assigned to protect him...but that didn't mean he wouldn't mind teaching the Russian a lesson first. Alfred had rules and so far, the Russian had not followed them. Only the Prussian seemed to be doing as instructed, or at least what was expected of him. The thought of the angel made him sick to his stomach and irrevocably, he found himself growling low in his throat.

Multi-colored eyes continued to survey the area. He had turned back around some time ago, thinking they might have chosen a different path when someone happened to catch his eye. One of the four allies stood just below, near the office Alfred was originally attacked in. The demon couldn't believe his luck and an awfully dark smile crossed his lips when he flew close enough to hear the conversation coming from the cellular device. He would need to thank his creator for his seeing and hearing. He could hear that disgusting accent...not the Frenchman's, but that damned Russian's. The demon knew he needed to let the betrayal go (since the Russian was not even aware of what was going on), but he just couldn't.

Dropping behind the Frenchman, the demon wrapped an arm about his body while the other snatched the phone away from him. He had cupped his hand over Francis' mouth and had muted the phone, so Ivan would not be able to hear them. "Hello, Francis." He purred into the other nation's ear. He was so close, that their bodies were nearly aligned. One of his curled horns pressed against the side of Francis' head as if it were a gun. "Do not fear me...I am here to protect you, and the other allies. Everything you want to know will soon be revealed. All I ask, is for your cooperation and your trust. Now," His tone dropped to be extremely serious and his next words came out through gritted teeth, "Tell Ivan you are fine if he has grown suspicious of your not answering. Tell him you want to meet him down at the old Park, and to only meet you in private because you don't feel comfortable with the other nations being around." Ah, yes. The demon's sly plans came to him naturally. "I just dare you to sound scared or try to give it away that I am here. So, do as I say..." He growled into Francis' ear, clicking the un-mute button and pressing the phone back to Francis' ear. Only now, did his hand slide away from his mouth too.

He waited for the Frenchman to set the meeting up.

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@Ivan: That's right...THAT'S RIGHT! But seriously, I think I have an idea of what could be going on. You mentioned that there is someone trying to make all the nations demons and is trying to take over the world with them. Well, I am going to change it to where Alfred does know why he was sent here and knows all the details. I also have an idea for who can be behind all of this, so I will eventually bring them in as well.

Although the Frenchman had made small mistakes that could cause the Russian to be suspicious, overall, the demon was pleased with the way he had handled the situation. When the demon was able to trust Francis, he released him and stepped away, a dark smile creeping to his lips as he watched several different emotions pass within the Frenchman's expression. Ah, human emotions. Emotions were one of the things that separated humans and demons. Demons had emotions, but they were not nearly as strong as a human's. They were also very limited. A demon was relentless and merciless, whereas a human could take considerations. It was fascinating for the demon, having been told that the human he had replaced was packed full of hidden emotions. One could only wonder about the internal struggles Alfred might have been facing.

"Don't sound so upset, Francis." The demon chuckled, allowing his wings to stretch before they enclosed and eventually, disappeared. The demon even allowed the horns to retract and fade as well, giving him a nearly perfected human appearance, save for the multi-colored eyes. "Once you and the others realize what is happening, you might come to agree upon it." The demon made it sound like they had a choice, so he quickly fixed that. "Well, even if you don't, there's really no way around it. I would just hate for my alliance to change from you, to the Axis Powers."

He looked around a moment, hands placed behind his back as if he were so elegant. He was far from it.

The demon glanced over his shoulder at the Frenchman, giving him a rather irritated look. Francis had doubts? Alfred didn't appreciate that, but then again, the demon didn't seem to apprecite much of anything. He was just trying to understand why the people he was asked to protect, were rejecting the idea of taking the world as their own. Wasn't that what this damned place was all about? Forget Heaven and Hell. Earth seemed to be the worst of them all. It was only full of those who craved power, and when those people didn't get what they wanted, they declared war. That was just a general idea of it, but it sounded pathetic to the demon either way you put it. Angels went through so much to protect these humans, but why bother? They succeeded at killing themselves. There was no need to protect them from a demon...

Before the demon could question Francis, his ear twitched upon hearing the sound of someone approaching them. His head snapped in the direction of wooded path, ready to strike whoever had appeared. That was until he saw a young, seemingly human girl standing there. The demon's eye twitched. What was with all the damned women appearing? That may have made human Alfred giddy with excitement, but not this demon. He had no interest in them; however, there was that Hungarian...

The small girl caused the demon's eye to twitch with annoyance. Young. Innocent. Female. A perfect target for any demon-...

"B-brother..?! P-papa..?! W-what's going on around here? I was worried! So I came to make sure y-you were alright..!"

The demon blinked. Brother? Papa? He looked around, making sure she wasn't seeing someone else. He and the Frenchman were the only ones standing there though and she happened to be looking right at them. This would be the second girl to be in relation to him, but he possessed no memory of them being family. She would fall into the category all the humans were going to fall into: dead.

"Worried?" The demon suddenly scoffed. He approached the smaller girl, feeling the annoying tingle that she may be more than she appeared. He was certain Prussia had been hiding something from him. In fact, now that his senses were more alive and he had fully awakened, nothing could get past him. Especially this younger angel...assuming, of course, that this was an angel.

"Perhaps, it is you, that should be worried." He purred as he began to circle her, eyes raking up and down her smaller form. She was the gazelle and he was the lion. He suddenly wanted to toy with her. After all, hadn't she already toyed with him? Approaching him as a human when he knew she was an angel...it pissed him off, really. Stopping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her small form and forced her body against his, holding her there. "Is this your sister, Francis?" He asked with a dark look in his eyes, a smirk forming to his lips. "Or your daughter...? It will be rather interesting if she is your daughter." He said, raking his black-tipped nails through her hair. His eyes flickered to her cheek, and without much thought, he licked her. Slow and cruel. His tongue burned and confirmed his suspicions that she was an angel. He had been certain, but one could never be too certain until they had enough facts.

"You little minx..." He growled into her ear before his wings broke free from captivity, making a disgusting cracking sound as they spread and came to life once more. His horns reappeared, curling slightly at each tip before he kicked off the ground, leaving behind a small ring of sand. He took her with him, rising higher and higher into the air with a dark laughter. Once high enough, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and held her head straight as he whispered, "Did you think I wouldn't know? Did Viorica send you? No matter...I only suggest that you spread those pretty little wings, little bird. Or fall to your death." And at the finish of his words, he released her...not realizing that he had just let go of one of the most important people to him. Canada. The closest family to him, besides Arthur and his several states.

Laughing maniacally, he dropped with her, tilting himself upside down to match the way she fell. "Spread your wings, little bird." He repeated, knowing she needed to act fast. He was rather bored waiting on the Russian to appear, so he needed to entertain himself and pick on this smaller angel. From someone else's perspective, what was happening would be rather interesting. Two falling angels...one from Heaven, one from Hell.