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Broken Wings of the Fallen Chapter 2    Darkness. Flames. No sense of hope. I, The Demon Prince, have grown comfortable to this over time. Sure, when I first arrived here, I was terrified. Horrible creatures of the eternal night lurked at every corner, and it took many centuries to gain their trust. Of course, there was always the fleeting moments of regret and of course there's the whole eternal life in Hell, darkness and Lucifer torturing me, blah blah blah.    But I even managed to match ol' Lucifer's tricks, which led me to the position I am in today. I am Lucifer's deputy now. I am fully ready for The Day of Reckoning, when I will rise

Chapter One: Through the Distorted Lines   And through those distorted lines I saw familiar emerald eyes… The owner of these eyes spoke hundreds of words Without even having to utter a sound. “You’re alive.” He said shakily, tears falling down. “You’re mine again.” He really meant. And then his eyes and his lips spoke in unison, “I made a promise to never let you get hurt again. For hundreds of years I was never able to forgive myself because that promise was broken. But now that I see your eyes open again, I vow to never let them close away once more.”   ………

Broken Wings of The Fallen A Hetalia+OC Fanfic Prologue: The Darkness Vanishes  Deep in the depths of this foggy dream world, I have grown comfortable. I've seen nothing. I've felt nothing. At first, I was terrified. But once I started thinking of all the memories... all the people I have grown close to... Papa, Romano, Veneciano, Bel... I calmed down. I would have cried, but there would be no way to feel. I would have screamed, except there would be no way to hear myself. I had been utterly helpless for what had felt like an eternity.   Then it finally happened. I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again.   "Roma... I don't fe

Prologue: The Darkness Vanishes   Deep in the depths of this foggy dream world, I have grown comfortable. I've seen nothing. I've felt nothing. At first, I was terrified. But once I started thinking of all the memories... all the people I have grown close to... Papa, Romano, Veneciano, Bel... I calmed down. I would have cried, but there would be no way to feel. I would have screamed, except there would be no way to hear myself. I had been utterly helpless for what had felt like an eternity.   Then it finally happened. I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again.   "Roma... I don't feel so goooood..."   "I told you not to get tha