Ello everyone, I am currently working on two Fan Fics; one being this one and the other being The Sanity in Love. Feel free to check it out.
Reviews are appreciated!
Somewhere above the golden clouds, sometimes gray, was a place known as Heaven. Angels lived in Heaven. They were said to be nothing but pure, and only knew pure. It was true there were no favorites among God, of the angels, but there were different rankings of such beings. The lowest ranking was the normal Angel. They spent their time around heaven. It was their job to ensure peace, and help out any other angels. The middle ranking were the Guardians. They spent most of their time on Earth. Each guardian was assigned to two to three people to look after. Depending on how the guardian had acted as a human, they were assigned to people who suited them best. The highest and most rare ranking was the Archangel. The Archangels were hand chosen by God. Each Archangel had the job of both the Guardians and Normal Angels, and then some. Archangels could carry out great acts of service other angels could not. Archangels were also the ones who usually would fight against any demons. Demons also had rankings.
Just like angels, demons also had three rankings. The lowest of these were the usual Demon. They stayed in hell, and helped to carry out any punishments. Next were the Trialists, they would give trials and carry out trials. These were commonly known as the harshest and deadliest of all demons. The highest ranking of demons were the Bounty Hunters. These demons hunted for angels. Why they hunted for angels were all different reasons. Some hunted to have a good sip of blood, others were sent to make angels fall, and many hunted for love.
At this certain time, in this certain story, there were two. An Archangel by the name of Arthur, and a Bounty Hunter Demon known as Alfred. Each lived in two completely seperate enviroments, and by two completely seperate ways. Neither knew each other. But of course, soon this would change...
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Arthur Kirkland was an Archangel. He lived in Heaven with all the other angels. Arthur was a very well-known angel, both to demons and angels. His blood, to demons, was said to be the strongest, purest, and tastiest of all the angels. Arthur could not of wished for a more perfect, and wonderful afterlife. He flew through the clouds on these types of days. The sun was shining perfectly and the climate was just right. All Arthur loved to do was defined into the perfect days.
The angel rested on a white, puffy cloud. His white toga, robe if you may, was suited to stop at the middle of his thighs. He wore a golden rope around the waist, and his halo floated perfectly above his messy blonde hair. His wings were a blinding white, and folded neatly behind his back whenever he was not airborne. All of these elements were brought together by his eyes. His eyes glistened like newly polished emeralds, and were very tempting in the eyes of demons. This, being one reason, is why a certain demon was perched in the shadows; watching over the angelic being.
Alfred Foster Jones, or Alfred F. Jones, was a Bounty Hunter. He had three main goals in his afterlife: find, take, and fall. He was a Bounty Hunter for a demon by the name of Francis. Francis was head of all the fallen angels, which is where Alfred came in. To make an Angel fall, you had to do one of two things. One choice would be to take the purity of an angel. This was the usual choice of most demons, being the easiest, and most pleasurable. The second choice was to tear an angels wings and halo off. Some demons chose to do both, but only one was needed for the falling. Alfred went along with the second. Francis had tried to get Alfred to work with the first way time and time again, but could never change the demons mind. Alfred had simply chosen to wait till he felt it right, or had some sort of mercy towards an angel. That day had yet to come.
Alfred worked in three steps. He would take the angel of choice, gain the angels trust, and then make the angel fall when the time was right. All Alfred had to do now was find an angel. It had been a good while since his last hunt, and he had been rather bored that day. He took his time getting out of Hell and flew into some white clouds. He had been flying for a great time when something caught his eyes. Alfred dove down to a lower storm cloud and looked up at the being. Said being was an angel. This angel drove Alfred crazy for a closer look. The scent of the angelic blood the angel owned was intoxicating to Alfred. He had never smelt something so perfect and wonderful before. The demon flew closer and soon found himself behind the angel; hidden in the cloud. The angel was currently lost in his own world; humming a song to himself.
Alfred silently moved closer to the angel, and stopped a few feet away from the angel when he noticed something. This angel was most definitely an Archangel, but something seemed even more interesting about him. He did not seem like an ordinary Archangel, but Alfred could not pin point the speciality of this angel. He shrugged it off and moved closer to the angel. The scent of blood was driving him over the edge as he drew closer. Just as Alfred was about to grab the angel, he turned around to face said demon. The angels eyes were a beautiful shade of emerald that made Alfred move without thinking. Before the angel had time to move, Alfred quickly grabbed him by the arms and pulled the angel to his chest.
"You're comin' with me." Alfred said to the angel, who stayed completely silent. Alfred looked down at the angel and smirked.
"Your name, beautiful?" Alfred asked. The angel looked at him and Alfred could of sworn he saw a slight tint of pink grace the angels cheeks.
"I will not give into your requests, nor your demands." The angel stated simply. Alfred had no time for this. He layed the angel on the cloud and pinned him by the arms.
"Now, gorgeous, your name... please." Alfred hated using the word please, but he did. The angel considered this for a moment, and again turned him away. Alfred had had enough of this. He took the angel and slung him over his shoulder. The angel yelped at the surprise and was now baring all under his toga. He quickly pulled down his toga as best as he could, to no avail.
"Now, Angel, I can bring you down to hell like this, or you can tell me your name." Said the demon.
'All this for a bloody name?!' The angel thought. He sighed and shifted a bit.
"Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." The Archangel legend any demon desired to get their hands on, and he was all Alfreds. All. Alfreds.
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It had been an hour or so since the meeting of Alfred and Arthur had happened. Alfred had kindly enough changed the way he carried Arthur, and made sure not to hurt him. They were currently descending into hell, and Arthur was more than happy to struggle against his captor. The angel had put up a great fight, and, in the end, had ended up passing out in the demons arms. Now, all Alfred could do was look at his prize. Arthur was Alfreds trophy. Everything about Arthur belonged to Alfred. Arthur belonged to Alfred.
"Arthur, well, this will be interesting. Lets see if a mighty Archangel like yourself will fall." Alfred said to himself as they entered the dark relms of Hell. Alfred flew down to a black, ash covered mountain and landed on a ledge. He looked around and then down to his angel. Arthur was sleeping soundly in Alfreds arms, and looked so peaceful despite the situation. Alfred moved a strand of hair away from Arthurs face and walked inside a cave like structure in the mountain.
Inside this structure there was a door hidden in the shadows. Inside the door, a small house like place was built. Alfred carried Arthur into this place, and sat the angel down on the huge bed Alfred had. The bed was covered with a black blanket and red pillows. The sheets were red silk, and fit for a king. Alfred smiled at his home, and looked to the smaller being on his bed.
Arthur's hand was resting next to his head, while his other arm was resting on his waist. His knees were slightly bent, and he was slightly curled into himself. Light radiated from the halo above Arthurs head, and his neatly folded wings against his back also had kept there blinding white color. All together, Arthur was a beautiful angel. Alfred did not know anything other than that one fact, but this was all strictly work. Nothing more than work. Even if... It felt as though there was something else.
A/N: Chappie 1! Yay. I'm happy to attempt Sweet Devil! Alfred x Britannia Angel! Arthur. It's cute and I really like it.
Reviews are appreciated. Thx.
