"There once was a blooming demon who's heart was as cold as ice.
He was hated and he hated back.
One day his hatred got the best of him.
His eyes turned foul, black as an endless pit and eyes shining like knives.
Vines, roots and plants grew from him. Replacing most of himself with such gore.
He was no longer a demon.
Everyone called him the beast.
Angels, Blooming Demons and even Frozen Demons created a barrier and trapped the beast.
The barrier had to be expanded and improvised as plants started growing around the beast.
The barrier would not have been able to stop them in time if it weren't for the mysterious, lifeless trees that delayed the growth of the plants.
No one knew where those trees came from. Neither did they care.
The only thing that mattered once you've entered is to avoid the demon with a swastika mark at all cost."
"Poor guy."
"What?"
"That guy was hated for his personality right? Maybe if people were nicer to him he wouldn't have ended up like that."
"...Go to sleep, Россия."
Russia awoke as the sunlight finally irritated him for the last time. He sat up and rubbed his eyes open. He was pretty surprised when he saw that the trees were moving. He rubbed his eyes a few more seconds again and looked around him. He now realized that it was actually him and a part of the ground he was sleeping on that was moving.
"Что...?"
"Morgen," Germany greeted, not turning to face Russia at all.
"Where do you think you're taking me?" Russia asked, getting of the moving dirt.
Germany huffed and stooped walking. The roots underneath the dirt went back to the ground while the dirt it was carrying crumbled. "I was taking you back," Germany replied, facing Russia. "You're not taking me anywhere," Russia stated, glaring at the short demon. "Do you want to die?" Germany asked, frustrated. "I won't die. Not like that," Russia stated back.
Suddenly, roots shot from the ground and pinned Russia to a nearby tree. "What- Let me GO!" Russia demanded, clawing at the roots on his abdomen. Germany walked closer to the fallen. He lifted up the cloth on his face and remained emotionless, "If you won't die like that would you prefer to die like this?"
The roots tightened it's grip on Russia, it became harder for him to breath. "Let- Let go..! I can't-..!" Russia gasped for air. "Then leave this place. If the beast won't kill you, I will," Germany threatened monotonously. He dropped the cloth to cover his face once more and the roots let go of Russia. Russia fell on his knees and grasped desperately for air.
"Come on, the barrier isn't as far from-"
A rock hit his temple. Germany stumbled to the ground and groaned at the pain. He touched his temple and felt warm liquid dripping from it. Russia hovered his foot over Germany's neck. It was a few threatening centimeters from his throat. "So you want to kill me if I don't leave? That's pretty fucking ironic. What if I killed you first?" Russia asked.
"You can't survive on your own here. Not when you're not even able to use your own magic! If I die, no one would help others that will get lost in here," Germany complained. Russia let out a laugh, "You think I'd care if anyone else comes here and dies? I've killed and I'm not afraid to do it again." "You may not be scared but is that really what you want?" Germany reasoned.
