Create Your Own Demons

By: Aubrie1234

The door was slammed and the building, despite its size, shook. The man who had come home was furious. His name was Alfred F. Jones, and the meeting in nearby D.C. hadn't gone well. He threw his suitcase on the couch and stomped upstairs. Toni, the only other occupant of the house, knew he had to avoid Alfred at all costs or have the man's wrath directed at him.

"I get they don't pay attention to my ideas, but this idea was serious! Those d**n old fogeys..." He tore open the door to his room and slammed it closed behind him. Toni flinched.

"F*cking limey did it again..." he muttered, "Either him or those other f*ckers. I hope Alfred doesn't do anything bad in his anger." Last time he had tried to calm down Alfred, it didn't end so well for him or the house. It was just fine and peachy for Alfred, though, except it hadn't calmed him down.

"How can I make them listen, for once in their lives? Mattie listens, but he can't get through to them just like me. Francis and Arthur even forget he's there, for god's sake!" Alfred took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I need a messenger, someone that will make them listen. None of my people can do it because those b*****ds will just think they have nothing to say because of my stereotype!" Looking over, he spotted the shelf that housed his special books. Books that he kept close to his heart and books that he didn't want anyone else knowing about, including spellbooks he had stolen from Arthur. That gave him an idea.

He scanned the shelf and took out all the spellbooks there. He could read them because he knew Latin, no matter how many times he may seem dumb. He could also do magic, but he didn't tell Arthur for several reasons. One, Arthur would want to teach him everything and baby him. And two, he wasn't about to tell someone a secret, especially not the man who was once his brother.

"Messenger, messenger..." Alfred flipped through each book, searching for the spell he wanted. Soon enough, he came across something that could give him what he wanted, but at a price. However, he was desperate to try anything, if only the others would listen, so he grabbed the book and ran for the basement. Before closing the basement door, he gazed up into the house.

"Toni, if you're listening or watching, don't do anything. I want this to go through and I don't want any interference. Understand?" When he got no answer, he took that as a yes and continued down to the basement. Like Arthur's, it had everything he needed to preform a spell. Studying the book, he noted what he needed and had to do, so he started off with the first personal thing: stripping down to his boxers. He shivered at the coldness, but ignored it and began preparing the magic circle.

Ultimately, the spell was simple, but effects varied. Within the circle you could summon a creature to do your bidding and it was usually bound to whoever summoned it, but you could be sure if you gave a small blood sacrifice. The effects varied because of who preformed it and what they wanted the creature for. So, you could get a unicorn, fairy, even a basilisk, but only depending on the person and the need. And, strangely enough, you had to be almost completely naked to preform it or it wouldn't work.

Once Alfred finished the circle, he took a knife and put a small cut on his wrist, wincing at the pain and watching as the blood dripped on the circle. He didn't care what was going to be summoned, as long as the other nations heard his voice. Stepping back, he raised his hands at the circle and began to speak the memorized lines of the spell.

"Magicas potestates renuntiate mihi iussa facere creaturam!" A few seconds passed before the circle began to glow. It glowed a deep red and Alfred smirked. Dark smoke floated up from the circle and began to coalesce into a shape, a human-like one. Just as the creature was about to appear, a sudden wave of power erupted from the smoke and Alfred was flung back, his glasses getting knocked off. He flipped over from his back to his knees and looked up.

There, in the circle, was the creature he had summoned. Like him, it only wore boxers and had glasses, but had an arrow-tipped tail, pale skin, bat wings, and a black symbol of the magic circle was engraved on its chest. Horns curved backward from the sides of its head and it head a vicious smile. But what shocked him were its glowing blue eyes and the similar hair style.

"Hello." spoke the creature, "I'm a demon, if you didn't know. Are you my creator?"

"Y-yes." Alfred steadied the shaking in his voice, "What's your name and why do you look like me?" The demon gave an even wider smile, transforming it into a grin.

"My name? It's Ace, if you must have something to call me by. As for why I look like you, let me tell you something." he raised a hand, "Someone once said you create your own demons. He wasn't kidding." The demon passed a hand over his face, changing it so it looked just like Alfred's, "Who else would you expect me to look like than my own creator?" Alfred blinked, them smiled and stood.

"That makes sense. Anyway, my name is Alfred. So, you can change what you look like?" Ace passed his hand over his face again, making it change back.

"Of course. And as I'm bound to you in magic and in blood, I'm only here to serve." he bowed, "What do you need first, Alfred?"

"First I need to find my glasses-" Blinking, he suddenly found his glasses in Ace's hand.

"Thanks." he took them, sliding them on, "Second, can you summon your own clothes?" In response, Ace snapped his fingers and a suit and jacket similar to Alfred's own appeared on his body, "That's good. Third, can you change your appearance to look like someone else other than me?"

"What do you take me for, a fool?" Waving his hand over his face for the third time, he lost the cowlick and blue eyes, only having shaggy black hair and hazel eyes. Another wave and his face was back to normal. Alfred began to put his clothes back on.

"I wanted to test you to see if you could do what I need, which is telling my acquaintances about my idea. They wouldn't listen at the meeting earlier today, so I need someone who can convince them. They find me dumb because I put on a front not to scare them. But when I try to tell them something serious, they don't listen, believing it's one of my cock-and-bull ideas again."

"I see." Ace's eyes glinted in delight, "I can help you with that, Alfred."

Notes:

Ace means 'the best one' in Latin.

Latin – Magicas potestates renuntiate mihi iussa facere creaturam = Powers of magic, bring me a creature to do my bidding (Also can mean 'Magical powers and relate to the creature to deliver me' if you translate the Latin into English)

Fogey usually relates to an old person and I've heard it before used in a similar way, so why not use it here?

Anyway, like I said before, I based this on the picture of a similar title by ExclusivelyHetalia on DeviantArt, if you want to check it out! I'm not sure where I'm going to go with this story, though... *sweatdrop* Also, read & review!