#demon!hetalia

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Stranger: Arthur's low threats, uttered with a dark, repressed power that thrums through his lips and into the surrounding air, fall on deaf ears. Struggling against the thick, dark cord that twists around his wrists and circles his throat, the witch strains and tears his skin as he tries to escape; but there's a force in the rope that's weakening him, absorbing the sparks that skip between his splayed, stiff fingers, and it takes the wind in his breath that was just ready to quite literally, sweep his captors off their feet. Arthur glares into the curious, cold eyes of the men surrounding him with his own piercing greens, blazing with fury and trapped wrath that doesn't seem to faze them, despite his ferocity, growling in the back of his throat as he demands they let him go. (( Fantasy AU, witch!Arthur ))

You: Francis leans against the wall, his eyes glowing an inhuman blue. He remained unnoticed in plain sight, save for the witch. "Come on, cher. Just make a little deal with me. I can gladly get you out of this little bind. All it will cost is your mortal soul~" His eyes flickered dangerously. He'd been after this witch for quite some time; the soul was unlike any other he'd inhaled before. ((Demon!Francis))

Stranger: Arthur spat and hissed as he struggled against the sacred bonds, ignoring the irritating demon in the corner of his vision. "Release me!" His voice echoed, despite the open space, wild and not quite human, as he pierced the the harsh gazes that settled on him with burning, feral eyes.

You: "You are asking the wrong people, mon petit lapin~ Just say the words and I'm yours, bound to you until the day your soul no longer resides inside you..." His eyes closed in anticipation. "It will be the most pleasurable thing you've ever experienced, I assure you. Like you can finally reach those stars you have been aiming for. I admit, there is a slight pinch, but then there is a raw burning~" He sighs. "Not to mention of course, you will be free from those restraints, and able to exact revenge on those who dared put you there."

Stranger: Arthur's head snapped to the side as he finally acknowledged the demon's presence. "Fuck /off/! I'm not selling my soul to /you/!" He spat, ignoring the looks the men around him gave, as if he was mad.

You: "Burn the witch! Burn him!" An older man cried out in the crowd. A blue-eyed young man looked on with disgust. "Until there's naught but ash!" Francis chuckled darkly. "Come now. I'd just hang around you for a little while. I take souls when I /feel/ like taking them, you see, when they are nice and ripe." He danced around the bound figure in a cloud of smoke. "So you would have enough time, would you not? To really make your soul delectable~ It does neither of us any good if it's burned..."

Stranger: Arthur could already see the townspeople building up a good stack of wood out of the corner of his eye, and he swore loudly, eyes back on the demon. "Fine, /fine/, but get /on/ with it!"

You: "Ah ah ah~ You must say, I pledge my soul to the demon and we must-" He appeared before him, "seal it with a kiss~" He purred, stroking the man's face lightly with his claws. "Then, I will cut through those silly little ropes~"

Stranger: Arthur's face twisted into a grimace, looking disgusted fat himself. "Dear /Lord/, I pledge my soul to this damn demon." He said quickly, and screwed his eyes shut and he prepared for the sealing of the contract.

You: Francis pressed his lips to the witch's forehead, searing his claim through him, and boiling and tainting his blood with his own marking. He smirked, his chilling blue eyes blazing a red. This mortal was now /his/. "Do not look so dissapointed, mon /ange/." He chuckled with the irony. "You will receive plenty of more serious kisses later~" His claws sliced through the enchanted ropes like butter, and suddenly he was completely visible. "Shall I kill them pet? Or would you like the honour?"

Stranger: The demon's lips were like fire, a brand, and scorching heat ran through his skull and into his blood as he pulled away. Arthru screwed his eyes shut, ignoring the demon's infuriating words as shame at his own weakness burnt red on his cheeks, until the ropes fell from his wrists and his eyes snapped open, immediately rising. "/You/ stay back." He ordered, eyes glowing an unnatural green.

You: Francis chuckled, amused by the display. "Oui..." He crossed his legs, sitting on a cloud of smoke that hovered above the display. "I will simply sit back and enjoy the show~"

Stranger: Arthur didn't have time to deal with the demon, twisting to face the men who had captured him. A strong wind whipped up around him, tousling his already tangled hair. "You /fools/." His voice sounded like many people were speaking at once, all in time. it only took a few moments fro the powerful witch to slaughter them all, but he was satisfied with their deaths, clean and tidy, just as he liked them. He summoned ravens to clean up the mess.

You: Francis applauded, giggling. "Ah~ So much bloodshed, oui? You know I love it when you're murderous~ It's so attractive on you, cher~" He was in front of the witch in a instant, stroking his face with his nail and causing a slash which he healed as it cut. "That shade of green your eyes flash... It is exquisite~"

Stranger: The witch immediately slapped the demon's hand away from him. "Don't /touch/ me, hell spawn! My soul's no yours yet." He spat, beginning to stalk off in the other direction.

You: Francis walked on the air behind him. "Oh, but it is~ Now it is up to /me/ to decide when to take it~" He smiled, his pointed teeth glinting in the dim light of the forest. "But do not stop~ Keep talking dirt to me~" He chuckled. "I love when they play hard to get~" His eyes sparkled dangerously.

Stranger: The witch sighed and turned to the demon. "What the hell do you want? Can;t you just /leave me alone/ until you're ready to collect, or somehting?"

You: "Oh no, mon petit ange, I am bound to you. I must make certain that my prey is nice and sweet for me, when I take it. I will add my own spices to your soul as we go, and make sure no more mishaps like the last one occur." He licked his lips. "Soul harvesting is quite complicated anyway, perhaps I've already begun, hm?"

Stranger: Arthur immediately twisted. "Spices?" He said darkly, voice cold.

You: "Oui, to make it all the sweeter, amour." He chuckled darkly. "I will be quite a permanent fixture in your life from now on. You may as well accept the fate you tempted~"