Demon-Turkey x Angel- Greece
Requested by @fayreies
Turkey ordained his kingdom of Demons. And soon, the Demon kingdom would have to battle the Angels.
There, Greece stood, in front of Turkey's own eyes prepared to fight against each other. Greece folded his wings against his own back, resting them, and pulled out a silver shiny sword, balancing it on the dry battle ground floor.
Turkey imitated Greece's actions and balanced it on the floor as well, smirking as if he knew he would celebrate triumph.
Greece looked at him emotionlessly, and swung the sword in front of him as if slicing a fruit cleanly in half.
Those of Heaven and hell attacked each other, moving on to their next opponent despite their advantages and disadvantages while Greece and Turkey were still fighting each other.
Turkey swung his sword forward like a spear, one mere centimeter to pierce Greece's stomach. Greece had leaped up, getting his wings to support by jumping a higher distance.
"Damn you Angel!" Turkey spit out at the angel in scorn. He knew that the swift angel could barely hear his growl through the clashes and cries of battle.
Greece, sharp as a spike, flew down and kicked Turkey to the floor, sending him a few feet away. A horn shattered like glass to the crimson floor.
Turkey groaned in pain as Greece gently flew down on the floor like a delicate plume.
Turkey stretched his arm out, attempting to reach his weapon which was only inches away from his hand, until Greece stomped on his arm to halt him from laying his fingers on it.
Turkey hissed from the pain, trying to pull away. Greece bent down to get a closer look at Turkey. Greece sent his hand forward and ripped the mask away. He scanned Turkey's emerald eyes.
"I haven't seen that face in ages," Greece spoke softly, and threw the mask on the floor. Turkey kicked Greece off, and successfully got back up on his feet.
Turkey lifted up his sword, and without turbulence pointed the keen tip directly at Greece. He darted forward, but Greece pulled out his sword in defense, blocking the sword from approaching any closer.
Turkey spun and cut Greece's arm, claiming a wide and bloody slit. Greece grunted, and swung the sword toward Turkey. Greece punctured the side of Turkey's stomach. Droplets of blood flooded the surface of the sword and dropped down to the floor. Greece pulled out.
Turkey was paralyzed in place, and stumbled to the floor holding his side. Greece whipped his sword like a whip, sending drops of the rouge liquid on the ground.
Everyone stopped battling, and turned to face Turkey, who had fainted.
The Angels cheered, allowing their weapons to fall to the floor and threw their arms up, roaring in victory.
The last thing Turkey saw were the walls of his kingdom crumbling to the floor.
•••
Turkey woke up in front of Greece. He was chained from the hands.
Greece lifted Turkey's chin up to get a good look at him.
"It was a good battle," Greece spoke, letting go of Turkey's head, then walked away.
When Turkey looked at his side of the stomach, he realized it was bandaged.
Turkey tried escaping, pulling the hand chains, twisting them and turning them. He sighed in frustration. He gathered his strength and yanked the chains out of the wall. He looked at his hands that were rashed.
He got up weakly and ran away, making sure no one saw him. He looked around the corners, and freed some of his companions to take along with.
"I believe we all fall down sometimes, but we can always try again," Turkey spoke to his small group.
They walked all the way to the Demon Kingdom, and saw dead people on the battlefield.
When he realized that his castle had fallen, and crumbled down, all he'd say was, "I've lost it all now."
I hope this was something similar to what you wanted xD
