My name is Stuart Pot, and I'm angel. I used to be human, just like all other angels. I was killed by a jealous man named Jimmy Manson. He was angered that I got a job to sing for a band that he auditioned for. We kind of didn't get along before he murdered me. I was best friends with the creator of the band's uncle. Jimmy tried to mug the uncle, whose name is Norm, one night. Luckily I was there to help him. Jimmy pulled out a gun and aimed for my head. He told me if I moved or said a word he was going to splatter my brains everywhere. Being the daredevil I was, a tackled him and choked him. I swatted the gun out of his reach, so he grabbed my neck and choked me until I blacked out. Seeing that I was still breathing, he grabbed the gun and shot me in my chest. By now, Uncle Norm had fled the scene.

Some 'best friend'.

God sent me down from heaven to look over a girl who goes by the name Suzuki Gonkura. She's a guitarist and she's trying to make it in life by playing guitar. She's somehow had some satanic influence in her life recently, and God wants me to go down and guide her in her decisions so she won't steer towards Satan. She's very pure for her age, so I shouldn't be down on Earth for long. I'm currently on my way to London. In movies, they show the angels beam down from heaven gracefully and with ease, in a shower of golden sunlight. If you believe that…

You're utterly wrong.

I came crashing down onto the Earth so hard that I made an impression in the ground. So here I am, dressed in a white dress shirt, white slacks, and white dress shoes, lying on my back in pain. Did I mention that the 'impression' I referred to earlier is more of a crater? Oh, well yeah, it's a crater.

In movies, they also make it seem like people can't see angels, or if people can indeed see us, they can't see our wings.

That's yet another stereotype.

People can see everything.

Here's a little fun fact; we only have our halos in heaven. When we're sent down to Earth, we lose our halos. This is because if the more risqué angels are sent down and sin, they have the chance to enter heaven again. Halos sort of cleanses those angels. God understands that even though we're angels, we are still somewhat human and have the tendency to sin when we go to Earth.

"What the hell?!" I heard a gruff voice exclaim in shock. I whipped my heard around and I saw the source of the voice smoking marijuana. He wasn't very tall, about 5"7 or 5"8, he had jet black hair, and bangs that went directly above his eyes, covering his eyebrows. He had sickly green skin and he wore a dark gray sweater with black jeans and Cuban heel boots. What stuck out the most about him was his mismatched eyes. Instead of the usual one green one blue, one was hazel, and the other was ruby red. What also stuck out about him was the golden inverted cross that hung from his neck, and his swollen nose which, to me, looked like a knob. I caught myself chuckling at that.

"Aye Bird Boy!" The unfamiliar man called out to me. I stopped laughing and looked up at him expectantly. Our eyes met, and I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach flutter. "Where the fuck did you come from?" He asked as curiosity got the better of him and he walked up to me.

"I'm not a bird, I'm an angel, and I fell out of the sky." I said matter of factly.

"I seriously gotta stop smoking weed…" He said as he looked at the blunt in his hand. "Because I think I just heard you say you are an angel, and you fell out of the sky." He extended a hand to help me up, which I gladly accepted.

"I am!" I argued.

"Okay, Angel Boy, I suppose those wings are real, too?" he said mockingly.

"They are." I said as a tugged at them to show that they can't be removed.

The strange man walked up to me and pulled on my wings hard. "OW!" I cried in pain. "You're hurting me."

"So you're really an angel?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes, I am." I said, starting to get annoyed at him.

"You're weird. I like that though." He said. I could feel the heat rise to my face.

"Yeah, well you're weird too." I said as I motioned to his mismatched eyes.

"Just because you have blue eyes doesn't mean you can talk."

"Whatever. What's your name?" I asked.

"Murdoc Niccals. Yours?"

"Stuart Pot." I said as I extended my hand to him. He took it and we shook hands. "So you're a Satanist?" I asked Murdoc.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" He said.

"Won't befriending an angel make you burst into flames or something?" I asked. He laughed at my question.

"No. Won't befriending Satanist make you go to hell?" He asked me.

"No. I don't think so…" I trailed off.

"Anyway, why did God send you here?" Murdoc asked me.

"I'm here looking for a girl named Suzuki Gonkura. God sensed that she's been having a bit of satanic influences, and he wants me to make sure she doesn't start to worship the devil. Do you happen to know her?"

Murdoc laughed. I raised an eyebrow. "She's the guitarist for my band."

See? I told you I shouldn't be here for long.

"Really? Well, do you know where she lives?" I asked. "I'm also supposed to protect her."

Murdoc laughed again. "She lives with me."

No…

No…

NO! It's enough I'm starting to fall for the guy. The last thing I need is prolonged exposure to him. I might bite the forbidden fruit with him…

Okay, let me explain this 'forbidden fruit' thing. The forbidden fruit is an apple. It grows on a normal apple tree. It may either be bright red, a symbol for deep love, or dark red, a symbol for lust. I honestly don't see what's wrong with biting the fruit, except for the fact that it is a sin.

"Oh. So, can I go to your house then?" I asked. "It seems like she really needs a lot of protection…" I mumbled.

"Huh? You said something?" Murdoc asked.

"NO! Nothing at all." I said. I couldn't help but be a bit disappointed at the fact that they might be together.

Even though it's forbidden for me to feel this way…

"Well, just so you know, we're not in a relationship or anything like that. She's like daughter to me." Murdoc clarified. I nodded in response. "You can come over…" He said. "Our flat is just up the street." He said as he started up the street. I caught up with him.

"Heh. Thanks." I said. "Also, I'm going to need a place to stay at. I have nowhere to go…" I said shyly.

Murdoc whipped his head towards me. "You mean to tell me God couldn't get you a house down here or something?!" He said.

"God works in mysterious ways…" I mumbled.

Murdoc heaved I sigh. "Okay. But only until your job is done." I nodded understandingly.

I wonder how this is going to play out…

I wrote this when my wifi went out. This is going to have multiple chapters, so stick with me on this one. Anyway, hope you like it. And tell me what you think