Warning: DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE YAOI, religious symbolism, USUK…mainly that, maybe some others, we'll see where it goes. ALSO SWEARING!

So, this is a new little endeavor of mine...the religious story! (Like Catholic school doesn't do enough of that crap already for me...)

This is a story I've had in my mind for a while now ever since I dreamed it up, and I didn't want it to fade from my memory or anything, so I decided "Screw it, I'm posting this."

Now, this might be a mistake, but I could really care less. IT'S SO CUTE IN THE END! And bloody...there will be blood, I can promise you that.

Enjoy!

Sin Guard

Chapter 1: Guarding Temptation

"…To protect this holy Kingdom, to make it safe for all who come and dwell in it…"

"And those out of it," I mumbled under my breath as I read the mission statement carved on the wall of the Forum. Every time I came here, I always read it, fascinated by the nature of how our angelic calling truly was reflected in each stage we went through in our afterlife journey. I turned my attention to the bustling floor of the energetic gathering place, watching as choirs sang, bands play in harmony with everyone, and all the angels sharing their talents with the other angels and with those below. However, I was here on a very different mission than I would have normally been on. Today was the day I became a Guardian Angel, a step that I had to go through in order to achieve a higher status in the angel hierarchy, working myself up to become an Archangel like my mentor would be soon.

My wings twitched as I walked through the Forum, the smells of food vendors and the chorus of combining choirs filling my body and guiding me closer to the large, golden doors, the two stone guards opening them for me. I stepped inside, white curtains draping over the large windows with light flooding through them and glistening upon the clear, blue pool inside—the portal to the former world. I looked up at my mentor, Wang Yao, an ancient angel who would become an Archangel after sending me down, something he had been working for lifetimes longer than I had. He was dressed in a long, flowing robe that went down past his feet, red and gold accents everywhere on the white traditional garb. His soil-colored hair was pulled back into a ponytail, making it look even silkier in the dim lighting.

"After lifetimes of training," he began, looking at me with those kind eyes of his, smiling with joy for my success, "you've finally reached the last stage of mentorship. Now you start your solo stage."

"It's just for one lifetime, luckily," I added, smiling up at my Chinese mentor, shrugging.

Ever since I arrived, I had been through many stages of training to one day become like my mentor, who handpicked me from all the others, saying I was the only one who looked like I would be able to keep up with his high standards for angelic perfection. He was probably right about the standards, and about keeping up. Whatever I did, I did with as much enthusiasm and hard work as expected of an angel. I never once failed in my whole afterlife, a fact that was noted by many of the higher-ups who saw me as maybe becoming one of the greats. Yao nodded his head and linked his arm with mine, walking with me around to the other side of the large portal pool.

"But it will be the most challenging," he said, "as there are many more dangers down in the human world."

"I'll be revealed to sin, right?" I asked, looking at him with expectancy.

"Yes," he nodded, "but not just sin. There is much more beyond sin in the human world. You will discover how vice and virtue have combined in human nature to make them the way they are, why they live and why they die. You will learn all of this on your own when you are attached to one." We looked down into the water, observing the many lives of humans throughout the ages.

"Can I see my life?" I asked, not really remembering much of what my human life was, and wondering if this portal could show me mine at all. Yao shook his head, looking at me with an uncharacteristic serious face.

"I told you, Arthur, aru," he sighed, "we are not supposed to be looking for the secrets of our former life."

"I-I'm sorry," I said, looking down. Yao smiled softly and pat me on the back.

"Ah, aru, it's okay," he sighed, looking back into the pool. "In truth, if you go down there and do accidentally discover some of your past, it truly is fine, I promise. After all, I learned a little about my own life when I went down, and pretty much everyone does when they do this test. A little knowledge about who you were and where you come from doesn't hurt, so long as you remember you belong in the afterlife." I smiled up at my mentor and nodded.

"Thank you," I said, looking back down at the pool and taking in a breath. I moved my hand down to my teacher's hand and squeezed it tight. I fluttered my white wings a few times, making my heavy feeling legs finally move, a sandal covered foot finally landing on the edge of the pool, almost in the water. I breathed in and out slowly, seeing my green eyes and blonde hair reflected into the water, my slender frame covered in my toga and wings behind me, all shaking and nervous looking. It had been a long while since I saw my reflection, and I didn't see what was so special about it and why a sin like vanity even existed. Of course, that was a test that I had passed pretty easily, so I supposed that I wasn't really the type of angel to fall to sin anyway. I was glad when my image faded, however, and my new mission arrived.

"Peter Marcus," Yao said, looking down at the small, blonde baby boy with a smirk, "born September 2nd, 1949, London, England. It looks like you'll have missed out on the first two World Wars," he said, pretending to sound upset for me. I rolled my eyes, chuckling a little.

"Just because I died during the Second World War," I said, a little embarrassed at the fact that my mentor was now joking about my desire to learn my past, "it doesn't mean that I would have been fighting in it. After all, I'm from London as well, aren't I? The city didn't do well during that period." I blushed, looking down. Where I was from, when I was born and when I died were the only things I knew of my former life, as was common for most angels who were originally from earth. Nothing else was necessary, really, except for maybe a little knowledge of the people you knew and loved, like my brothers, my parents, and other members of my family. Though I had to admit, the fact I was assigned to a child from the same city was an attractive prospect.

"I understand, aru," my teacher acknowledged, looking up at me with his common smile, "and I expect you to come back as a much better angel than you are now. You should be happy with this experience, as it really is a cleansing process in a way. You learn how to truly give love to all of God's creatures, in my opinion at least."

"More effectively than with the music stages?" I asked, remembering being outside on the Earth Forum beyond the doors before and singing in the choirs and playing harp in order to pass the "Gift of Music" stages. I struggled with the singing, as I had to get over my lack of confidence in my own voice, but harp was easy enough, as I seemed to have a natural talent for anything with strings

"Indeed," Yao replied, going onto the other side of the pool and looking at me with his auburn eyes, a little reluctant to see me go. "Please, Arthur, aru, if I have just one request, it's that you come back with more knowledge than you have now."

I nodded, and took a deep breath, watching the three-day old infant. It was customary that on the third day after a child's birth, the guardian angel be assigned to that infant and be with it throughout its whole life. Arthur wondered for a while, looking down at him and hoping, just hoping that the child would one day become an angel like me. I didn't want to raise the child, only to learn at his death he had rejected the Lord and ended up a devil. Yao seemed to notice my uncomfort, and he smirked.

"If you want to know," he said, smiling at me with a softer smile than normal, "you were my guardian child. That's why I picked you." He smiled at my small gasp, and then continued, "I know it seems unconditional and really rather selfish, but…I just couldn't resist. I felt like I needed to care for you not just in life, but in the afterlife as well." He blushed, and then smiled again as he said, "I just couldn't give up on such a wonderful angel, aru!" I blushed heavily at that, and then looked down with a bashful smile.

"Yes, well," I hesitated for a moment, and then looked back up with him with an expectant look. "You do know about my past, then. You know all of it." He nodded, and I sighed, looking down and then back up at his mentor with a smile. "Thank you," I said, readying myself, "thank you very much. I hope I can meet your expectations and raise this child as well as you raised me."

"You'll do fine," Yao nodded, the doors opening and letting him out into the Forum, giving me my last glance at Heaven. The angels stood there, watching me as I stood in front of the pool. I admitted to myself that I was going to miss this place, the friends I had, the beauty of the sun shining against the white of Heaven's floor and bouncing its light off of the support columns and through the stained glass, filling everywhere you could possibly go with rainbows and beauty. I only knew that on Earth, it was mostly dark and there weren't many good characters, though that really depended on how easily you could guide a child away from temptation.

Temptation. That was my goal, to keep this little boy, Peter, out of temptation's evil hold. I nodded to myself a little, keeping the promise in my heart. No matter how hard the boy would be tempted, I would make sure he would choose the way of God in the end. I smiled again as the doors closed, and the light of the pool began to glow a white color that highlighted my child in the center, his little heart beating in anticipation. I sighed and remembered a set of words from my life that came to mind.

"Second star on the right and straight on 'til morning."

"Right," I continued, taking in a breath and closing my eyes, lifting my body and jumping, falling, feeling all of time wrap itself around my body and catching me in its hold and placing me down gently on my sandal covered feet. I was in another world, a world I had once known well and lived in, but could now only remember glimpses of. I was no longer in Heaven, but some of the magic I felt still carried its way into this place full of fear and love. I felt the warm light of the sun on my face as I walked over to the crib in the bedroom where two adults lay sleeping, looking happy in their sleep as they held together. So that is what a married human couple looked like. I thought about the short span of my own life, and wondered if I ever fancied someone. I shook my head, knowing it was pointless to think of such things now. I placed my hands down on the side of the crib and smiled at the child, admiring his beautiful little face. I could hardly resist it, and I looked back at the parents, who I imagined had their own angels that I couldn't see. I decided they were in a deep enough sleep, so I picked up the child and cradled him in my arms, feeling his rosy cheek with a single soft finger. He was so…cute!

But then I heard a groan, a growl, and then a confused grunt.

"What the fuck…?" I looked around in horror, holding the baby tight, wondering if I missed another human in the room, but no. It was much worse than that.

Those unmistakable black horns, facing toward the ground, toward the dark landscape below the Earth, a black tail with a tip sharper than a scorpion's tail, with just as much venom, if not more. The figure's eyes were a deep red with glasses hanging on his nose, and his hair was dark, darker than the sin that filled the creature's sickly pale, muscular body. The demon looked at me, annoyed and putting a hand over his eyes as he growled again, as if he was looking at something too bright, though for me, it was as if I was looking at something too dark, which I probably was. I had never seen a hell-beast before, and I wasn't impressed with this one, despite his tall, muscular structure and glare that would normally freeze anyone to the bone, but I wasn't just anyone. I faced the devil, holding Peter tighter in my hold and looking straight back into the devil's red eyes with bravery, knowing in my heart I was doing this for the baby.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" I asked, being direct and standing as erect as I could. The demon frowned and intensified his glare, a small, annoyed smirk appearing on his face.

"I should be asking you the same thing, angel," he replied, sounding sarcastic as he called me an angel. I didn't act phased, just looking at him, waiting for my answer. Eventually, the devil gave in and sighed, "I'm Alfred, Alfred F. Jones. I'm a devil, ever heard of what that is? Probably not, since your kind is too posh to be bothered with my own. Anyway, I'm here to guide the kid in the wrong direction." He smirked at this, adding, "Or, in my own opinion, the direction that's a lot more fun." I frowned at that, but continued on with the conversation.

"Sin is hardly a good use of one's talents," I began, looking down at Peter as if I was talking to him, "but my name is Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland. I am this child's Guardian Angel. I will lead him on to follow God's guiding grace and become a compassionate and inspiring human being." I smiled, feeling I could maybe make this devil go away. Oh, how bliss had been my friend for so long…

"See? What did I tell you, posh!" Alfred the devil laughed heartily, folding his arms and knocking his head back, as if mocking heaven. He then looked back at me with a wide smirk, his sharp teeth showing on the side of his mouth as he walked over quickly to me. I reacted and pulled Peter far away from the devil, not letting him touch the boy. However, the demon was much more interested in something else, something I did not think of in the moment before it happened. He lifted my chin to face him with one clawed finger, locking our eyes as he licked his lips. "Though," he began, moving closer, "I must admit, though the brightness is distracting, you're sinfully good to look at."

That is when he closed the gap and pressed our lips together, a hand clenched firmly to my buttocks and in my hair, locking me in place so I couldn't escape as he forced his tongue inside of me, filling my insides with sin and darkness. All I could think of at that moment, however, was to keep Peter as far away from the devil's touch. I further cradled the boy in my arms, trying to pull away unsuccessfully, and every time I moved he would dig his claws deeper into my skin as if he were trying to make me bleed. Finally, he let go to breath, a grin on his face as he looked down at me.

"So," he said, chuckling and caressing my cheek, an action that only made me more uncomfortable, "what they say about you angels is true!"

"And what is that?" I asked, my voice a little shakier than I had intended, and it amused the living heck out of the devil, who stepped closer, grabbing the back of my head again and leaning into my ear.

"You're all just waiting to fall and become devils," he chuckled as he whispered into my head, making me shiver all throughout my body. I turned away, not able to look at the monster who was now sucking at my neck. It felt like I was being burned with every touch, his hands gripping my waist and looking at me intensely.

"What," I began, my voice sounding unsteady, "what are you doing, and why? A-Aren't you Peter's Temptation?" Alfred chuckled, nibbling with his sharp teeth on my ear.

"He's a bit too young to really do much," he said, looking at me with growing lust in his gaze, "unless I want to make him cry all the time. But you're more fun."

"Fun?" I said, a small laugh hiccupping out of my voice, feeling my nerves getting frayed.

"Yes," he chuckled a little bit louder, his tongue licking under my chin, hands now rubbing up and down my sides, trying to get a reaction from me, "plus, angels are worth more if you bring them back down."

My arms were weakening, so I quickly turned around and placed Peter back in his crib, hoping his parents would awake soon. I looked back at Alfred, who seemed to be annoyed by my lack of attention for him. He grabbed me by my shoulders and moved me next to the crib, slamming me against the wall, shaking the room as he began to grind his whole body against the back of mine, once again using his hands to pin me in position. He placed a hand over my genitals, squeezing them as one hand turned my face towards his own, locking our gazes again. He moved in and pressed into what one could hardly constitute as a passionate kiss, as it was rough, sloppy, and controlling. I held my hands to myself, feeling extremely disgusted and unclean as the devil touched me with no restraint, pulling me deeper into his hold. I opened my eyes wide as I felt him reach into my pants, grabbing my shaft with full force. Instead of screaming, a large bust of light filled the room, emitting from my halo and knocking back the devil to the ground. I sighed, breathing in heavily as I felt myself being cleansed by the light, watching as how Alfred crawled under the bed, looking like a troll as he glared up at me.

I heard the crying first, however, and looked over into Peter's crib, and sure enough, there were tears lacing down the sides of his cheeks. I placed a soft hand on the side of his face, wiping away the tears with a gentle thumb and smiling down at him. The human baby stopped crying and looked up at me with awe, reaching up with his tiny hands for me to hold him. I looked over to his parents, though, who were now awaking.

"Dear," the man said, kissing his wife's ear softly, "Peter's awake." The couple shared a glance and then stood up, walking over in their robes to Peter's crib, I stepped aside, standing next to them and watching as Peter began to reach up for his mother. The mother reached down and picked up her child, walking down with her husband to the kitchen. I followed them closely, noticing how Alfred was doing the same, only he was standing behind me and still looking down at my body, anger and lust being the only readable expressions on him. The family followed a routine it seemed, as Peter was quickly set in a high chair so that mother could begin preparing breakfast, father going out and getting a newspaper and bringing it back in to read. I watched with a smile, feeling that this was the way this boy's life should be. I looked around and didn't see Alfred, however, and panicked slightly. What was that devil doing? I knew that devils weren't the type to give up…

"So since we're spending this lifetime together," Alfred said as he pushed me against the wall, a hand over my head as he leveled our eyes and licked his lips, "I guess I'll have all the time in the world to finally get you to fall for me, angel."

"T-That's easier said than done, devil," I said shakily, swallowing, "and since your kind is more prone to failure, I hardly see you coming out with the prize you desire."

"That's mighty assuming of you," Alfred said with a chuckle, leaning in. "Alright, I suppose we can make this a deal, actually, one on our lives. I won't tempt Peter too much, but I'll tempt the living shit out of you. You'll be my toy in every which way possible, and you won't be able to escape because you have to look after Peter, right? Yeah, I'll definitely be able to get you to give in one day. But if I do fail, I'll make sure I won't try again on any other angels, since I'll have learned my lesson anyway that you're all a waste of time anyway."

"You have no way of keeping that promise," I said, glaring a little at him and batting off his free hand that kept trying to grab for parts of my body.

"No," he smirked, quickly moving in and pressing in for a kiss and then pulling back, "but I can do the first part for now."

I didn't know what to think at that moment, as I was both thankful that the devil was going to pay more attention to me than to Peter, which meant the boy would be more likely to do good, but I also was very fearful of what this devil was going to do. I had never experienced anything quite like a hell-beast before and the fact that this was my first encounter with one at all really left me unprepared. When I got back to Heaven, I would have to talk with the Council about adding "Preparation for the Dark Army" as a stage for incoming angels. However, it would be a long time before I got back to the Pearly gates, as it was easy to see even then that this would be a very long life time indeed.

You know, I just realized that the angel hierarchy for becoming an Archangel sounds suspiciously like it's a Girl Scout Journey. Maybe it's called "It's your Afterlife - Live it!"...I bet no one gets that reference at all...-_-"

In fact, there are a lot of references in here that I don't thing anyone will get. Oh well!

Beyond that, I just really hope that the title of this story doesn't offend anyone with its suckishness...I was always bad at titling.

So review if you like, and we'll see each other soon! (Maybe. I might be a little bit more hap-hazard with how I update this one simply because I never have any time so I don't even know why I'm starting ANOTHER story)