Arthur flew quickly through the air letting the chilled wind blow against his large white wings. The feeling leaving him exhilarated as he gained speed. For an angel, flying was the best way to feel alive and as one, Arthur loved the sensation of flight. It made him felt so spirited and carefree. It was a nice time to think and relax.

Arthur smiled as he had flown a bit lower. From up here, he could see all the people as they lived their lives. Good thing, he was completely invisible to them though. None of the people below were able to see him but he was able to see them allowing him to watch over them. It was great to feel the positive happy energy coming off of them. Arthur hovered above them and watched. Some of them were spending time with their families and others were struggling to get to their job on time. Arthur had always found the humans so interesting. He sighed; He doesn't even remember when he was alive but he wished he could. Maybe, that's why he found so much interest in the humans. They lived the life that he most likely used to have. Sometimes, he would imagine himself as one that would always range from him being in the family that ate their family meal with a small baby crying obnoxiously that desired his attention to the one man who had just gotten into a freak car accident because he had been late for work and would surely be fired by the time he got there.

Arthur was broken out of his trance by a sudden black figure that flashed by him so quickly that all he could make out was a blur of darkness. His heart pounded quickly as he sensed a dark aura surrounding him from the figure. Arthur's first insist immediately told him to fly away as quickly as possible so he lifted himself higher into the air and flew back towards his home as fast as his slightly tired wings could carry him.

Before Arthur could manage to get at least some ways away, another black figure zoomed past. This time accompanying it was a sting of pain going through the angel's arm. Arthur looked down at it concerned. A thin wound leaking out with blood confirmed that he had been attacked. He winced in pain and held his arm.

Arthur began to panic and started to fly away as quickly as he possibly could but obviously it was not nearly fast enough. The black dark figures quickly caught up and started zooming around him again. Arthur felt the stinging pains in his wings and looked back to see more than a couple more wounds. Supporting himself in the air caused excruciating pain going through him but still he tried with all his strength to continue to fly away. Only one thing was on Arthur's mind; to get home before he could no longer fly. His wings began to feel weak.

Arthur's wings were attacked once again but this time, the pain became greater. A black energy tingled through him along with the stinging pain. Black energy used against an angel like this could only come from one thing, a really powerful devil. Arthur began breathing heavily and looked around himself trying to identify where the devils were coming from. One passed by once again and attacked with black energy. Arthur screamed out in pain only to receive chuckles from whoever was attacking him.

Arthur refused to give up though; he continued to go as high as he could before his wings gave out from excruciating pain and exhaustion. Arthur soon felt himself plummet quickly towards the Earth. Quickly, he gained more and more speed. He wrapped his hands around his neck in an attempt to cover himself but it had not helped.

Arthur crashed hard into the ground, his already damaged wings giving a huge cracking sound. All of his exposed skin scraped hard against the ground causing him even more open wounds and putting holes into the small toga he was wearing. Arthur did not feel pain though. He had only felt woozy from all the blood he had lost. He was now lying in a pool of his own blood. He gulped afraid as the devils landed right in front of him. Arthur was helpless. He knew that he was going to die soon but didn't mean he wouldn't at least attempt to fight back the devils.

He stood instantly feeling light headed from the energy it took to stand. He manifested a white bow and arrow which appeared in a white light in front of him. It wasn't very powerful but it was the best that Arthur had. He was considered one of the weaker angels up in heaven. It sometimes took centuries for an angel to gain more power but Arthur was going to work with what he had.

In one swift motion he had an arrow ready and aimed onto the bow. His body screamed at him in pain but he ignored it as he released to bow sending it flying into one of the devil's arms. The devil glared at the angel and painfully pulled the arrow out of his arm. A black light illuminated around his wound and he was healed.

Arthur stared wide mouthed in shock. That's right, higher level devils processed the power to heal themselves. Arthur had not; he wasn't even supposed to be out here until he was a higher level. They did that so they wouldn't risk the weaker angels. Many of them who came down to earth were killed easily. Arthur still refused to give up without a fight though.

The three devils laughed as his hopeless persistence usually angels would give up by now but he refused. It just made their game that much more fun. They smirked; their red eyes piercing deep into Arthur as if they were glaring into his soul.

Much quicker than Arthur could process, the bow was whacked right out of his hand. His only hope was then gone. He definitely was done for. He wondered if the others could see him from heaven; He probably looked pathetic.

He imagined Francis, the French angel who was anything but pure laughing down at him. He saw that blue eyed angel with that stubborn curl springing from his blonde hair looking down feeling sorry for him; he could never remember that angel's name. He imagined Feliciano, the Italian angel who would now be panicking with a white flag for his friend.

Arthur closed his eyes tightly and stood there; his legs shaking as he attempted to keep himself from collapsing. He wanted to die with at least a little pride. A single tear fell down the angel's face and he struggled to prevent to rest from flooding down.

Things seemed to calm, but still Arthur felt the presence of a demon approaching. He waited and braced himself for the excruciating pain he thought would follow with the devil's presence. He was shocked when no such pain appeared.

He felt comfortable warmth from behind embrace him. It was as hot as a burning fire but it had not burned in the slightest.

Arthur was afraid to open his eyes. He wondered if this is what death was like for an angel. Maybe it was already too late for him. His pain had disappeared and he felt bliss deep within him. Arthur felt two warm hands grab his own. The angel finally opened his eyes and looked around himself. He was in the same place he stood before.

"Ya ok?" a voice asked worriedly from behind asked. Arthur turned his head to see a demon holding onto him almost protectively. Arthur allowed his emerald eyes to meet with the demon's topaz ones. He found himself unable to look away until exhaustion overcame him and he found himself slipping into unconsciousness.