Francis could only watch in amusement as the dark figure before him flipped another table, fangs bared and tail lashing around viciously. It didn't take a genius to see that the man was angered. Normally, one would be afraid if a man such as this was 'putting on a display' like such, but, Francis had seen much worse in his time, plus, he knew that this wasn't all his fellow hellmate was capable of. In fact, this was hardly much of a show at all, and the blonde found himself growing bored with each passing moment.
With a sigh, Francis decided he should put a stop to the display of childishness. "Américain, you are being ridiculous. There is nothing you can do."
The demon turned, ice blue eyes flashing a dangerous crimson, before he spun back around, bashing his fist into the hard stone. "Don't tell me what I already know, Francis. It pisses me off."
The French demon's lips curled into a twisted smile, putting his hands up in mock-surrender. "My apologies, Alfred- I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Don't be such a smartass. That ticks me off even more." Alfred snarled, before he finally just broke down- or, as much as one would in the presence of another. Down below, one slip of weakness could be like a second death, but even worse. Even supposed 'friends' couldn't be trusted. In the end, everyone's an enemy. Alfred's wings relaxed, slumping helplessly over his frame. He kept his cold gaze on Francis's wickedly delighted ones.
"You know, he was also what you would call a smartass." Francis's smirk continued to grow even more twisted one; one that rivaled the Grinch's.
The black haired demon slapped his leathery wings against his back. He snarled, "I swear: if you say one more thing I will kill you."
Francis had finally had enough of Alfred's foolishness. He stood, lashing his wings out and back in a challenging, threatening manner. Of course, the other demon didn't flinch- he knew Francis wouldn't- no, couldn't- attack one as strong as Jones. "Accept things as they come, Alfred. Honestly, I didn't think it would take so much work to get one little fact into your head. But, alas, you really are boneheaded."
Alfred sighed, forked tongue flicking over a fang in an attempt to calm himself. "I'm not boneheaded." He snapped, though it was half-assed. Alfred's wings fell back over to wrap around him, giving the iced demon a distant, sad look. "I just don't understand how this could've happened. I was by him the whole time. He even went through that damned punk phase!"
"Ah, you seem to have forgotten that Mat-"
"Don't say his name!" Alfred interrupted with a broken hiss, voice laced with hidden emotion. His eyes flashed, but Francis missed the quick, vulnerable moment.
"Yes, well, he was there the whole time and, in the end, he got him to be truly sorry and change his ways. Though it seems you've forgotten that as well."
"I haven't."
"Alfred, you have to accept that Arthur has become and angel. There really is nothing you can do about it."
Suddenly, Alfred shot up, eyes wide and crazy, wings stretched out to full span. He grinned a foul grin, tongue lashing back and forth. "Oh, I wouldn't say 'nothing', Francis…"
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"W-what the hell is this?" Arthur nearly fell to his knees in shock, though he grabbed onto the dresser just in time.
"O-oh! Arthur… Dear, I-It isn't what it l-looks like!"
"Save it." Arthur collected himself, putting on a look of hatred to mask the overwhelming pain that crushed his heart. He didn't even bother to gather any of his belongings before he spun on his heel and raced out the door. He ignored his fiancé's wailing cries of apologies and the racket of people quickly putting on clothing and moving about. Arthur raced down the street, trying his best to see through blurred vision and ignore the rivers that raced down his cheeks and onto the flying pavement below. He could hardly believe it. His lovely, beautiful, cruel, fiancé had cheated on him.
Arthur's legs finally gave out. His head was a whirl of confusion and other emotions. Suddenly shock overtook his body, before pain made his legs and arms flail as though he was hit by a tidal wave. Through the roar in his ears he thought he could hear people screaming. Everything was happening so fast. Everything was becoming so warm…
Arthur eyes shot open, mouth frantically swallowing air as if he was a fish out of water. He looked around, going through a moment of utter confusion as he saw the sky above him. He wondered for a moment if he had fallen asleep outside. The British man looked around, noting with heavy confusion the fluffy white floor and marble columns in a wide circle around the perimeter. He also, even before his surroundings- felt the airless weight of wings weighing on his back. He fluttered them, completely zoned in his own world, before a small sound- someone clearing their throat- made him fall back to his new reality. The golden blonde looked sharply to his side, eyes wide in shock. However, the look soon faded and was replaced with unbridled affection as he recognized the soft, sunny locks. Sunny locks that Arthur hadn't seen in so very long. "Alfred…"
Alfred's small smile suddenly turned into a look of betrayal, an ugly, horrible frown messing up his beautiful completion. "I'm not Al- I'm not him. I'm Matthew. You know me, Arthur."
Emerald eyes clouded over with confusion before shutting, trying in vain to remember the name Matthew. It clicked. "Ah, yes. Matthew- my apologies. You're Alfr-"
"Yes, I know I am." The long haired blonde forced a tight smile. "I'm glad you're here, Arthur. However, around here we don't… We don't speak of- ah- my brother very much around here unless absolutely necessary."
Arthur nodded. He was burning to ask, but as a gentleman, he tried to bite his tongue- though, he had a strong pit in his gut that he knew why. He knew why everything was already so familiar, as though he had lived on this sky paradise his whole life. The wings didn't faze him, and when he lifted himself from the large ottoman he had been laying on and took a step onto the soft cloud, the slight fear was instantly vanished. No, he knew the answer to his unasked question, too. Despite this, he couldn't help but press for more. "I'm in heaven, right Matthew?"
" Y-yes, Arthur." Matthew answered cautiously. His brows twitched slightly, dreading where this conversation was going.
"Then Alfred must be in-"
With a flick of his wings, Matthew had flew up to Arthur, effectively slapping his mouth closed with his palm. He understood that Arthur was just curious- all new angels were, but this conversation needed ot come to an end. "Arthur, I know you're curious, but you can't ask questions about anyone who isn't here, okay?" Arthur blinked, so Matthew took this as an understanding. "It's not like anything would happen, but it's just like an unwritten rule." Matthew removed his palm and stepped back, soft expression back on his face. He had done his rant for the day.
"Y-you must be very hungry. Let's go get something to eat, eh? P-plus, I k-know some people waiting to meet you!"
Arthur accepted Matthew's unsaid apology, and stood, finally testing out his new wings. He gently stretched them to max span and fluttered them a few times before folding them back against his back and following Matthew. The new angel was ready to begin his time in the sky.
Long Ass Author's Comments: Alright, so, hope you enjoyed the first chapter to my story- hope it's long enough for you. I wasn't sure if I wanted to switch to the angels after Alfred's little fit but I decided to get the ball rolling that it was called for.
I just want ya'll to know that this isn't going to have anything to do with religion because I'd rather not involve my beliefs into this which is a main reasons why the demon's home will be called the underworld (for the most part. When I feel necessary it will be called hell) and heaven (will also may be called haven in the future- that will be explained!) will not be capitalized. No disrespect to anyone. Also, I won't be mentioning God or the devil in this story. Rated T for language and possible scenes later on. No smut.