Alfred Jones is a devil in one of the most inner circles of hell. He is handsome, important and he knew it. He at one point was human though… As a teenager, 19 to be exact, he committed suicide to escape a terrible home life of abuse, violence and hatred. All through his life, his father had abused his mother, and abused him, he was beaten and battered so bad he ended up needing glasses his eyesight became so poor. If someone were to ask how often it happened, he wouldn't be able to answer since the abuse was so often, so continuous and worst of all so severe. His father had beaten his mother to death and at 19, he realized that she was finally free of the pain, the suffering, the horrific life she had led being married to this worthless abusive piece of shit. Alfred realized it was probably his only escape as well…
One night after coming home from his shit job at the convenience store, he came home to an empty house. His dad was out drinking at the bar, or shooting meth into his neck since those were the only 'good veins' left, all while covered in cheap sluts. Alfred got into the bath; he had a can of beer, a long sharp kitchen knife and had some music on. It took him a while at first, to build up the courage and when he finally did, he sliced all the way from his elbow to his wrist on both arms with a few other cuts going across before he managed to pass out. Alfred Jones died at the age of 19, by suicide but someone was watching.
Arthur Kirkland is an angel… Nothing too special, but an angel none the less and was a man of the Lord. Arthur had been charged with bringing an elderly man who had passed away up to heaven earlier that afternoon and he decided to stay and watch the people and play a game sort of like hide and seek, except it was called find the sinners to the angels. He stumbled upon Alfred's house, feeling very negative vibes and decided to investigate. He knew he wouldn't be seen, but he sat and watched Alfred in the bath.
He listened to Alfred talk to his mother, yet she wasn't there. He watched Alfred cry, and think about the life he's lived and how he would be better off dead. He watched Alfred slit his wrists and for the first time in his life, Arthur felt pity. He shed a tear to see Alfred, a man who was supposed to have such a wonderful life ahead of him when he finally was supposed to leave his father's house. A man, who would grow up to accomplish great things and have a loving family, where they were safe, loved and cared for. He watched it all, and Arthur cried. He knew he couldn't do anything to help the boy. He died not in a state of grace, so he couldn't bring him to heaven. Instead, he watched the final moments of Alfred's death…
The fissure in the bathroom floor tile that opened with a loud boiling hiss, the long slender and black skeletal hands and arms reaching up with sounds of desperate moaning and pain of torture of those in limbo… He watched the servants of hell drag Alfred's soul down further into the earth and he watched as the fissure finally closed. Angels, who are not supposed to feel towards those who have passed still, can have feelings… And for the first time, Arthur felt something. He felt attachment, sorrow, pity and sadness for the beautiful young man he just watched die. Arthur felt love for the first time, and it would be something he would never forget.