Match Three: Dark Faerie:
She had her talons hooked into him.
Arthur could feel Hecate standing beside him. She followed him wherever he went. Despite not physically being there, he could still tell. The thought made him gulp. Her eyes stayed locked on his back. Hecate may have been beautiful, but the Englishman knew her true nature. When she smiled, he could feel a little bit of his soul dying inside. She reminded him what he needed to do without saying a word. Arthur hadn’t give her his answer. Hecate, her mother, and her sisters wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“The world will be coming to an end,” Hecate said in his bed last night. The sheets damp with sweat came just below her breasts. Arthur sat on the bed beside in the dark, trembling. His eyes looked hollowed with no soul. She sat up and rubbed on his shoulders.
“We’ve already taken the first step, my dear Arthur,” she whispered in his ear. “You can’t walk away from it now. My sisters and I have already opened five gates in Ikebukuro. It won’t be long before we open last two and have the new gods in the new world.” The English man tried to push her off.
“You can deny it all you want,” Hecate said. “But it’s already here. You can’t stop it now.”
The English man tries to keep calm and carry on. He couldn’t sleep anymore. His favorite beverage, blood, began to smell and taste like blood. Flying Min Bunny avoided him with the look of dread in his eyes. The rest of his imaginary friends could no longer reach him. Francis tried to make fun of him, but Arthur walked straight past him and didn’t look up.
“Britain?” the French man asked.
Every night, Arthur found himself drinking more of Hecate’s poison. Tonight, she waited for him in his bed. Before that, Arthur could already taste the sick in his mouth. She was the one who pushed him into this. She waited for him at his front door one night. Just by the look on her face, Hecate had one agenda on her mind. The color drained from Arthur’s face as he stopped in his tracks. She stepped forward with only a hint of emotion in her eyes.
“You kept me waiting,” she said. Her words felt like a knife. Arthur lowered his eyes. Hecate was always there every night. Her judging eyes locked onto him. The Englishman knew how this story went. Hecate was the devil in unfolding story. She wasn’t going to leave until he formed a contact with him. By this time, Arthur began to remember how this would go down if he gave in.
“How long are you going to put this off?” Hecate asked. “This country is already an active player in the game. You have to participate with us, dear Arthur.”
“What do you want from me?” Arthur asked. Sweat ran down the side of his head. Hecate walked up to him and put her arms around his shoulders.
“Form the contract with me,” she whispered. Her answer never changed. This nightcomer was determined to have him on her side at any cost. Flying Mint Bunny couldn’t reach his friend anymore. She saw to that herself.
This type of plan took patience and the right amount of charisma to warm over her prey. Arthur to be the right key for their end of the game to go as they planned. Hecate smiled at the Englishman like an angel.
“How long are you going to keep running away from the end?” she asked. Slowly, she hooked herself into her target. Hecate pressed her lips to his. The Englishman’s heart dropped into his stomach as he knew where this would go next. Each time he pushed her off, she would come back stronger. That last kiss drew tears to his eyes.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” Arthur asked in a hoarse voice.
“Our gods need you,” Hecate whispered at his lips. “We all need you. I need you.” This was the first night as sank her talons into him. Before he knew, her led into her flat. She laid him onto his bed. Hecate sat up and flipped back her hair.
“We will begin our contract,” she said. The nightcomer slid off her thick black cloak. Arthur tried not to look at her bare breasts. He could’ve said no. He could’ve pushed her off. But why didn’t he? She was much smaller in stature than he was. The Englishman could’ve pushed her off and kicked her out.
Despite that, Hecate had the upper hand. Arthur knew this too well. The nightcomer licked her lips as she could feel his magic leaking from his body. It didn’t take him long to strip down and take him. The Englishman’s eyes clouded over with an empty darkness in the beginning. Hecate could see her own reflection in them.
“Don’t worry, my dear Arthur,” she said in a low voice. “The first part is always the hardest.” Everything around him went silent after she spoke. He couldn’t feel anything around him. His vision became blurred as Hecate rode him. Is this going to be the end of me right here and now? The last thing he thought about before he tumbled into Hecate’s darkness was Alfred’s smiling face and his conversation about Florence over the phone.
I’m sorry, old chap. I didn’t want to do this to you. Please forgive me.
Hecate pressed her lips against his as every part of him shut down.
From the first night, their contract began. Afterwards, Arthur was sitting in the corner of his room, naked and trembling. Hecate lay in his bed with a catlike smile on her face.
“I don’t see why you are upset,” she said. “This type of thing is normal.” Her tone and words was like a kick to an injured dog. This nightcomer would be at his house every night to finish the contract. Tonight would be the last night.
Seven times. Hecate would come to him seven times before the real damage could begin. As it stood, everyone else was wrapped up in their problems. The older countries panicked about that Woman in Red. Wang Ja plotted how to get Lin Yi and himself out of the agreement between Ivan and Yao. Kiku was still holed up in his house, suffering from his break down. Yao and Ju were dealing with their clan. Ivan was in Ikebukuro at the moment. Alfred was trying to get closer to Florence. Ludwig seemed preoccupied with his own problems. The Italian brothers understand the gravity of this situation. Neither would Peter or any of the younger countries.
Arthur found himself alone. The Englishman did try to reach out to Francis, but Hecate already warned him against it. That didn’t stop the French man from picking up the poison drowning his friend-rival.
“You look so pale,” Francis said.
“Do I?” his rival asked. He tried to put on his usual sarcastic tone.
“What’s going on?” the French man asked. The English man quickly shook his head.
“N-Nothing,” he lied.
“Don’t tell me that you can’t feel it too.”
Francis grabbed him by the shoulders. “Can’t you see it? She is coming back. We are all in danger here. Now is not the tie to hold anything back.” Arthur pushed him away.
“I have to go,” he said. The Englishman turned and walked away.
“Britain!” Francis shouted as the door closed behind him.
Outsides, Hecate stood waiting for the Englishman. Once again, Arthur looked like everything had been drained from him. The nightcomer’s lips curved into a smirk.
“I don’t like that French man,” she said.
“Please don’t do anything to him,” Arthur pleaded in a hoarse voice. “He didn’t do anything. He has nothing to do with this.” Hecate gently took him by the cheeks.
“I won’t,” she said. “But I can’t say the same for my mum and sisters.” The Englishman trembled as she gently kissed him. He couldn’t bring himself to push her away. They’ve done this six times. She wouldn’t let him back out of the seventh. Hecate already had her talons in too deep to give up now.
Arthur looked like he was walking up to his execution as they made it back to his flat. It had started to pour down by this time. That wasn’t the only thing different tonight.
Arthur pinned Hecate against the wall. The nightcomer looked deep into his eyes. He didn’t look empty like the previous six night she came to him.
“Have you finally submitted to your fate?” she asked. The Englishman didn’t answer. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Well, not so much of a kiss, more like he bit on her the lower lip. And bite he did. Hecate shivered as she felt the blood running down her chin. Arthur pulled away with an empty look in his eyes.
“Why stop out here?” the nightcomer asked. “Take me to your room.” He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her away with him. What was going through his mind at the time? Arthur probably didn’t know himself at the time. Hecate said nothing as she was thrown back onto the bed. She already knew she had won.
“There is no turning back from this,” the nightcomer reminded him. Arthur had no emotion his face as he started to undress. Hecate took off her cloak as well. In one last night, the Englishman lost what was left of his soul. How could this serpent of a woman lead him into her poisonous trap? He was the proud United Kingdom. He owned half of the world. Is this what he had been reduced down to? A mere puppet in a game to end the world?
He shut down himself down for the last part of the contract. Who was going to be the master and familiar here? Hecate never made that clear. This part scared him the most. Before he knew it, the contract was complete. Arthur collapsed beside of her, panting and feeling destroyed. Hecate tapped him on the tip of his nose.
“The contract has been fulfilled,” she said.
“What happens now?” Arthur asked.
“You and I will always be bound until the End of Days begins,” Hecate said. “I will always be by your side, watching you.”
She wasn’t alone.
Her sisters always follow him just as bad as she does. Arthur could hear their voices in his head non-stop. They blended in with the crowds of London at night. Possibility to prevent him from backing out at the last minute.
“They are everywhere, you know,” Hecate pointed out. “You can’t walk away from this.” The more she said it, the more it sank in. At last, Arthur fell to his knees with a hollowed look in his eyes.
Meanwhile, the storm started circles the other countries as well.