Ok guys first actual chapter story!I plan to make it really good for you guys, oh yeah this is basically PruMano, with slight GerIta, UkUs etc etc. So enjoy!

Up in the heavens is where the angels lay, singing, laughing and always protecting mankind from the evils of Earth. Many times does an angel come down from heaven to protect a human containing angel innocence, angelic blood. These humans suffer the most and rarely make it past the age of eighteen, thus many angels are pure and innocent. Although occasionally that human contains impure thoughts, although it is acceptable to have them, it is against the laws of heaven to act upon them. Those who do are called "the Descending" they slowly fall from heavens' grace and become "Fallen". The Descending angel's wings start to smolder and turn black starting at the shoulder blade making its way to the tip. Once a Descending angel's wings become fully black, the angel becomes "Fallen". Every Descending angel has a chance to redeem themselves through works of a guardian angel.

The pain, a series of searing, burning feeling that is slowly crawling up from the arch of my wings. I am slowly descending. Well like I give a fuck! That tomato bastard was asking for it! He's about as pure as a demon and I kinda want to keep my virginity. Wait, fuck! I didn't mean that, shit. Fine, I Lovino Vargas am a virgin! I am only a third year angel so what do you expect. Now, an angel can have sex, it's not forbidden although I'm guessing doing that kinky shit is though. It's against the rules to use violence and such, although I don't see the wrong in taking out my hand gun and shooting the bastard in the shoulder. But apparently it is and that's the reason why I became "Descending", like I care! All I care about is that my fratello will get taken advantage of, he is a hatchling after all. When I say hatchling I don't mean like out of an egg or any of that shit, he's a first year angel. All us angels, or may I just say angels, are "hatched". When we die we become angels, and we stay the age we died at. My poor, pathetic fratello died at age 16 and I died at 19.

Yeah yeah, poor kids. Not really, our grandpa was fucking rich! Of course he favored my younger fratello cause he looks more like him. I got nothing, only food and shelter. And then, the fucking heavens gave me the Tomato Bastard for a guardian. Fucking Antonio wouldn't leave me alone! I ran away from my grandpa and Antonio at about age 15 and became one hell of a mafia leader. I think you can get how I died, in case your retarded I'll tell you. I was doing my normal shit when suddenly my second in command shot me in the shoulder, of course I shot back and hit him but not nearly close enough to kill. Then my whole fucking group turned on me, I'll just say it was a gruesome sight. I won't lie, I was happy they ended it for me, my life was worthless. My fratello died when my gang went over to my grandpa's house searching for his wealth.

"Gah my shoulder!" I cried as I walked back to my small house. Same as in life. My fratello shares a house with that potato loving bastard Ludwig. Like I care. I quickly surveyed the front of my house looking for Antonio, he would use my weakness to his advantage. As much as I love the Spanish, I would like to keep my virginity to myself, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna let him take it. Clutching my left shoulder, I ran to the front door while I fumble with my keys. Suddenly a figure appeared behind me. Shit.

"Lovi, you won't escape me this time!" Antonio called out from behind me. Sadly, I knew he was right. In my current condition I couldn't do shit. He's the reason I'm like this, damn bastard. Within seconds I was trapped underneath the Spanish angel. "You know it's not nice to run from your friends." He said with a smirk. This smirk was the worst of them all, Antonio is usually happy and sickening cheerful, but this smirk hide the darkness of his mind. It practically showed you what he planned to do.

Despite my fear I had to stay strong. "You, tomato bastard, are not my friend! Cause of you, I'm becoming "Descending" and I'll tell you they don't lie when they say "It burns like Hell fire"! And now I can't do anything!" I Added as much venom as I could to every word.

"Tsk tsk," Antonio mocked, "I did nothing you're the one who shot me." Antonio's face drew closer and closer to mine to the point where one wrong move and we would have kissed. "Anyway," Antonio pulled his face away, "I'm here to bring you this." With that he took a gold trimmed envelope out of his satchel, man purse. I quickly snatch it from him and turn back to my door.

"…Thanks…." I quickly turned the knob to my front door and walk in before slamming it back in Antonio's face. I swiftly look over the envelope, just like I thought my new guardian mission. Cause I did soooo well on the last one. I open it and read the message.

Dear Lovino Vargas,

You have been sent to protect ten year old, Peter Kirkland. It is expected of you to keep him out of harm's way and out of the hands of fallen angels and demons. He is, as all angelic holders, very special and important to our society. If you succeed in your mission, your "descending" title will be revoked and your wings restored. If you are to fail, your wings will completely blacken and you shall be cast from the heavens and become "Fallen". You've screwed up too many times for us to allow one more, you will have a whole year to protect him. Good luck.

Sincerely,

Arthur Kirkland

Of course, the limey bastard's precious little brother is my kid. Why don't they just send me down already, they know I'll fail. If anything I might mess the kid up even more then he already is. Oh well orders are orders and if I fail at least the pain will go away. I gather my things for the mission and first head to fratello's house, if I'm lucky the potato bastard will be gone.