Various!CountriesxDemon!Reader Ch.1

Once, a few hundred years ago before our modern times, there was a country called Diluculo. It made up a very small part of the European continent, near the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. Even though it made up a minuscule part of the world, the importance was far greater than you would've guessed. This country practiced far more powerful magic then any angel or demon would've known. The Diluculians were feared by many, and no other country bothered with them. They never announced war on any other surprisingly, mainly because of the short time of it's existence, it had an amazing leader. (full name) was the leader of this small establishment, and she never raised a finger against anyone. Her subjects adored her, and she loved them back, which lead to her disappearance when an accident happened. The accident that brought them to their end. No one really knows how the country of Diluculo disappeared, but evidence suggests that a large explosion went off in the capital, destroying every singe one of her subjects. Shortly afterward, the land was claimed by the nearby countries and no one has seen them ever again.

“And that is why I didn't come back until three hundred years later!” You summarize and shut the musky book. You are currently in the 'great' London library, and you decided to check up on this place a while ago while you were aimlessly walking down the English streets. When your country disappeared, obviously you had died but when it came to that, Heaven nor Hell wanted to take you in, because they were afraid a little girl like you would bring the end to that world, so that left you a lost soul. In the end, you struck a deal with the Devil to make you a demon, and you in return, will never hopefully step foot in there again. By demon, obviously, everyone thinks of a red creature with scary wings and a tail, but in reality you were as normal as a human being, except with striking black hair, yellow tinted (e/c) eyes, and a pair of smallish wings in the back that you could make larger if you wanted to. You easily concealed that with a (f/c) hoodie thankfully. Now, you were stuck in the 21st century, and trying to fit in with everyone else.

“Um miss,” A person poked your shoulder gently and you gently turned my head to see a blonde haired male with light blue eyes with an odd curl sticking out of his head,” D-do you know where the history section is?”

“Yeah, it's over there, in the six hundreds,”You gesture over to the large shelves and he looks at you with surprised eyes.

“Y-you noticed me?” He asked and you nod.

“Of course! Why will you ask that?” You tilt your head and look at him curiously.

“N-no reason! Thank you for your help!” He stutters out and shuffles away to the history book section.

'How odd,' You thought and rose from your chair. You push it back in and walkover to the exit, where you place the book back on the shelf. Nodding to the librarian, you stroll out of the marble building and back onto the strange streets of England. You wander aimlessly down the alleyways and main roads, until you come to a large conference building. Curiosity took the best of you and you opened the grand doors and walked in, meeting with a large grand waiting room. You looked around and eyed the eggshell white walls and the gold etchings in the marble flooring.

“Miss, can I help you?” A woman behind the counter asked. You looked at her gratefully and shook your head as an answer.

“Not at all miss, I was just touring this great country and came across this wonderful establishment,” You smile softly and turn away, walking farther into the lobby. It was unnaturally quiet in the building, and you are actually a bit unnerved about that. Then, something odd was yelled in another room, and that immediately caught your attention. Your unnatural hearing could easily pick it up and you walked closer to the source.

“Shut up you bloody wanker! What will that accomplish?!”

“But it will accomplish everyzhing, non?”

“Why won't anyone listen to the hero?!”

“Why is no one seeing me?”

“Who are you?”

“Everyone should become one with mother Russia, da?”

With every sentence, you walked closer and closer to the door. Softly, you open the door and peer through the small opening. There, in the middle of the room, was a large oblong table with a bunch of people surrounding it. Some to your surprise, were actually familiar, but you couldn't quite place the faces. It has been hundreds of years after all, and you arrived at the human world just a few months ago.

One man though, out of all the people there, you recognized immediately. Your once neighboring country, the happy outgoing Italian and his foul-mouthed brother, both making up the country Italy. You smile lightly when the memories flooded back to you, the day that you met them both. The happier one was holding a cat when you passed by, and you couldn't help but love on the little fluffball as well. Then the foul mouthed one came up and lectured him about not keeping up. You ended up talking to them, and you learned they were actually the Italian brothers. When you smiled and told them who you were, they looked at you with a bewildered expression that made you crack up.

You giggled at the memory, but quickly shut up when you saw everyone look at the door. When you saw someone rise form their seat and walk closer to where you were, you scurried to the end of the hall and peered from the corner. A well built German walked into your view and looked up and down the halls.

“Anyone know vhat zhat was?”He asked and instead of going back into the room, came closer to your hiding spot. In an instant, he peered over and saw you, and you saw him. Instead of saying something, you ran and never looked back as you turned down another hallway and muttered a spell, teleporting to an unknown location.

“Why, why did I have to be here?!” You ask yourself as you stare at the vast plain with the all-to familiar crumbling ruins of your once mighty country. You walked through the ask and stone desolation, remembering the day of your death. The screams of pain fill your head as you crumble down in agony. They resonate louder and louder until you scream yourself, tears falling down your cheeks like a storm.

-Flashback-

“RUN!,” Everyone yelled, running through the burning ruins of the city, more and more explosions pelting against the homes and buildings of your country. You stand there, using all of your magical abilities to try and stop the apocalypse, but it was too much. You wheezed as more and more ash fill your lungs, and feel more and more weak when another citizen dies. You were dying, you and your country, and your magic wouldn't save it. Your (e/c) eyes water up as your (h/c) hair flies in the smoky air.

“Miss (lastname)!You have to go!” A middle-aged woman yells to me through the clouded atmosphere.”You'll die!”
You chuckle softly as you see your hands starting to disappear. “It's too late, get everyone out of here. Make sure you take the others, live somewhere else, and never speak of this place again. Someone wants us dead, and I do not want the survivors to have the same fate I have.”
You smile your last as you whisper farewell, your body disappearing like ash into the dismal night sky

-End of the Flashback-

You wipe away the lone tears and stand back up. You sigh and walk down the grassy area aimlessly. After hours it seemed, you saw a village in the distance, the night torches reflecting off of the wooden houses. You run up to the place, and look around the lonesome village. It seemed like everyone...disappeared somehow. Evaporated into nothing. The place was quiet...too quiet...and it was really making you uneasy. A high pitched scream of pain pierced the silence, and you ran towards the sound. When you reached the place however, there was a woman, holding her arm as blood trickled down the pale skin.

“What happened?” You asked, racing toward her side. She held out her arm hesitantly, and what you saw surprised you. A small portion of her skin was missing, and was replaced with a gruesome bite mark. You looked at her pained expression and you hold her arm gingerly, hoping that you wouldn't hurt her any more.

“T-there were these unnatural t-t-things that came, running, and tore my neighbors and friends a-apart. T-they bit me, and I don't know what to do!” She said then started to violently cough, retracting her arm to help cover her mouth. Before she could speak however, her skin darkened and her eyes went hollow, without any emotion except blood lust. The thing turned to me and grinned devilishly, the teeth caked with her own blood and stomach acid. You backed away and summoned your battle scythe quickly, clenching the cool dark metal handle in your hand. It lunged at you, and you quickly split it in half, blood pooling out of the mutilated body. You look at the thing curiously right when a few more come. They lunged at you all at once, but thankfully they were no match for you. You cut their heads off in one blow, and watched their immobile bodies crumble to the ground in a large crimson pool.

“What is going on?!” You ask out loud. Bad idea. A dozen more come running down the street towards you, their feet storming against the stone street. Holding your scythe out, you recite a spell quickly right before the things lunge at you. On queue, your metallic weapon bursts into flames, slicing through them like butter while igniting them with a super concentrated fire. They turn to ash almost instantaneously, bursting into flames for a few milliseconds before degrading. In a matter of seconds, they all are gone, leaving piles of ash mixed with tainted blood. Your scythe vanishes and you gaze at the scene before you.
“I'll call them...Jefferson Starships....I discovered them....” You whisper. “But then Pluvia-san will be very angry with me...never mind scratch that! Wait what was I talking about?”

Staring at the scene before you, you finally realized what you had to do. You didn't like it, but you didn't care. You sprinted out of the village, and with just one word, made it go aflame in a matter of minutes.

Taking the scene in for another minute, you prepare yourself for a really awkward moment. Disappearing into thin air once again, you headed back to London.

You needed to see the countries.