Hello and welcome to yet another chapter. So enough talking time to read! Have fun ~♡
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In all of Arthur's life he never experienced something like that to happen. It was horrible and it gave him the feeling that he did something wrong, something sinful.

Well in his defense the King of Hell just kissed him and touched him without his consent.

When the King left with the maid to go see Francis about God knows what he waited a few minutes to make sure they were gone. Then he ran at full speed out of the room, down the dark halls, and out of the castle.

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The angel had two options; fly or run. He wanted to fly. Fly right out of Hell and go back home to get some help from his brothers and sisters and help his freinds and the other angels that are here too. But the moment he tried to fly he was hit with a sharp pain on his back causing the blond to yelp out and fall off the mountain and tumble down into the forest that surrounded the area.

Hitting rocks, trees, and even slipping on mud on Arthur's way down to the floor. Once he actually hit the soled ground his white toga was dirty, his wings and hair had mud in them, and he had a cut on his left leg that hurt like shit.

"Bloody hell." The angel said as he tried to get up. But when he got up he whimpered at the pain on his leg and fell back down on his butt.

"Fantastic! Not only did I fall but I got myself hurt too."

After deciding that getting up slowly and walking was better then sitting here and waiting for something or someone to eat him. Arthur, with all his strength got up and started walking slowly deeper into the forest.

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After a hour of walking the blond angel finally took a break. He felt like he was getting nowhere. The forest was very big dark, and it was easy to get lost.

Arthur loved forests, it held many good memories for him. But now looking at it Heaven's forests are a lot more different the Hell's.

The forest in Heaven are bright, the leaves were a bright color, and it's filled with life at every corner.

The forests in Hell are very dark. Not so much that you can't see what's in front of you, but the low light made it hard to see. The leaves on the trees are stained a red bloody color and some of the trees didn't even have leaves on them. Some were just dead and empty making it more creep to be in.

And to make it worse he couldn't find anything to help with the cut on his leg. So he had to find a lake or some sort of water to clean the cut quickly.

Wait, did Hell have water? It's hot down here right? But Arthur did drink water so there has to be something here. But even so this place should have something.

So that was the angels goal, to fine water and clean himself up.

Just as he got up he heared a laugh behind him and he froze on the spot. At first he thought it was the demon King and he shuddered at the thought of what type of punishment he'll get this time.

But it wasn't Alfred.

Instead when Arthur turned around he sow a white haired demon with red eyes smiling back at him like a wolf.

"Are you lost." He said getting closer to the angel. Arthur back way from this demon, but he couldn't go very far.

"You know angels out here can get into a lot of trouble if not with their master."

"H-how did you know I have a master?"

"Because angels in Hell always have a master. You can't be here without one."

"What do you want with me?"

"Well" The white haired demon smile dropped as he grabbed Arthur's shoulders. "Did you know demons share the same blood as vampires... meaning we can smell blood." Arthur shudder when the demons nose touched his neck.

"And angel blood smells very sweet to demons." He laughed as his teeth grazed the brits neck. "And your blood led one hell of a trail for me to follow."

Arthur screamed when the demons teeth pierced his skin and blood started to pool in the demons mouth as the sucked. From the cut on his leg he already lost blood. He was getting weaker and weaker by the second as the demon continued his attack on his neck.

Before he could doze off, he felt the demon on his neck being ripped off of him. A pair of arms rapped around him and a kind small voice talking in the background as the brit slowly passed out.

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AN- Well let's just say I really like cliffhangers. But who saved Arthur? Was it Alfred, or someone eles? Thank you for reading ~♡