I own nothing but I want to warn: this is not strictly sex. There will be a plot so if that bothers you please turn away. For the rest, enjoy!

As the small crane drifted through the air to land in his lap his focus was on another place, another time. Currently things had gotten tougher in the upper realm; everyone was so tense and seemed to be waiting on the worst. The sparkling city had not been at ease for some hundreds of years but this year he had seen a spike in the other inhabitant's restlessness and in security procedures. The usual cheerful aura had dissipated to something that had begun to worry him. Now the other winged creatures would look over their shoulders in paranoia, casting glances to those behind them. As for the security surrounding the city's parameter it had nearly tripled in bodies, all of whom now carried some form of offense in addition to defense.

He could remember a time when walking to the bakery was a simple task but now he had to carry an identification card with his no matter where he tried to go. Without the card the shop would close its doors and he would be turned from those strawberry shakes he always loved. Not only did he have to carry the strange card but he was also frisked if someone claimed suspicion. This strange system had been in place for a short time, but it had been upgraded within the last day. A strange siren would sound, indicating that there was a need for the civilians to form a line up.

To be honest it was driving him crazy, especially since his home life had been so nice before the lower realms had begun their rallies. Unsure as to what they were rallying for, he was unable to comprehend what they could be doing to cause such uneasiness in the city.

Scanning the area around him he saw the same buildings and wonder that had always added to the city's beauty. The high architecture was similar to that of the ancient Greeks, one of his favorite civilizations. The columns burst into flowers around their tops, adding an almost Roman feel to the building. The base of the building shone brightly in the sunlight and just as brightly in the moonlight. There was a courtyard in the middle of the carefully constructed building where a large spewing fountain created a shroud of mist. Around the fountain's base small people where chiseled to hold up the basin, all the marble faces with individualized expressions. The water that spilled from the spouts changed in color depending on the emotions of the people and currently it was a light purple color. Whenever the city was at peace the liquid would be clear, insisting that the city was content. Other sculptures surrounded the city, white marble speckled in gold so that the figures could be seen in the reflections of ponds yards away, if they were hit by the sunlight appropriately. They were tall, each with its own story that explained the martyr that the stone personified.

Suddenly he was struck with wonder; all of these great martyrs were human once but none originally angelic. All were faced with suffering and hardships before they were understood and able to stand among those who had done nothing but held positions equal, if not higher, to theirs.

"What are your thoughts Kise? " The quiet voice was enough to jar him from his thoughts and jump from his chair, the small crane floating to the ground. Sighing heavily, he gave a small smile to the smaller male.

"Kurokocchi…I do not know what my thoughts are exactly. I am at a loss as our people grow all the more uneasy." Honeyed eyes fell to the ground, a concern dancing in their depths.

The small blue haired boy had been his friend for longer than he could recall and he held him in a world of respect. The boy, always careful with his words and slow with his decisions, was one of his fellow virtues. The boy was the embodiment of patience, creating a spiritual peace for those who stood near enough to him. Kise had hopes that if he shared with the small male his thoughts that he would create a sense of peace for his mind that could overcome the chaos. He was always thoughtful, silently deciding on the course of action until it was perfect in his mind, then proposing a solution to the problem at hand. This thought process was always long but the blonde knew it was worth the wait.

"Did you hear of the man found outside of the gates last night?" The blonde head shook, interested eyes prompting the other to continue. "Well, he was a sin from what I collected from Michael's conversation with Uriel. They seemed worried but I think that was mainly because the man got away. I tried to ease their thoughts but I was unable to."

Kise, surprised by the information of a sin so close to entering the city, gave the sin credit for getting so close but his thoughts began to drift once more. Discouraged by thoughts of anyone from the lower realms entering their domain, he invited Kuroko to join him for some kind of explanation and understanding. The first person that came to his mind for answers was Gabriel, the one who held most intelligence for everyone in the light. As the small blue haired male agreed to join him he offered him his hand, pulling him to his feet.

Their sandals clacked along the glassy road, their reflections perfect against the surface below. The walkway was like a mirror, one that they could see through if they chose to look on those little souls below but their vision was soon cut off when Lucifer's realm speared their sight. The dark layer was impenetrable to the virtues eyes and he suspected even to the archangels even though Michael continuously swore that his eyes remained unclouded. The only upper hand that they were left with was that those fallen could not see into their homes either.

When the duo found the older angel he was laying in the garden, butterflies scattering his form. Their brightly colored wings swayed, causing a rainbow of color to be shown in the flowing river that ran parallel to the archangel. As they approached him an eye cracked itself open, an all-knowing smile making its way to his lips.

"I've been waiting for the two of you." He pushed himself away from the luscious grass, wings unfolding into a stretch. "Answers I assume are what you seek."

He gestured for the two to take a seat beside him before they had a chance to answer, closing his eyes for the information to flood into his mind and flow from his lips.

"I will start with the connection of a metaphorical and physical sin and follow with its demonic, much deadlier, side. We will assume that the sin in question is Gluttony. Now, the temptation to selfishly consume can sometimes be hard for one to overcome but that is only the thought of the sin. It is what the sin can become that is harder to understand." He paused, collecting his words necessary for the rest of his explanation. "When Gluttony takes on a human form he is known as Murasakibara. However, this is only the body needed for the sin to exist. When tempted in a much more intense situation the sin will transform once more into its demonic side. This side, the root Gluttony's power, bears the name Beelzebub. " Eyes opened, trying to determine whether he should say more. "The problem would not be if Beelzebub were to enter the gates but if they were all able to enter. The power would be infinite and the devastation immeasurable. With this the realm of heaven would fall. If it will fall I cannot say for it has not been displayed, even in my mirror."

"So that's why everyone was so worked up at the sin getting so close to the gates?" The blonde could not help the question now that his thoughts were running rampant. The higher one nodded an affirmation that the blonde wished he never knew. "I see…"

Wide wings spread once more, the smile never moving from the taller figures face. "I must join Michael in his chambers. I am sure he has equal questions accompanied by an even lighter temper."

Turning his eyes away from the majestic man the brown hues fell on the gate. He had always thought that the structure was as solid as the foundation it protected but with the worry flooding through the city he grew anxious, hoping nothing would be able to flood through the gates themselves. Grasping the blue haired males hand tightly in his own he decided that hope would never die even in the worst of the outcomes.

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A low rumble sounded off to his side, causing a chuckle to erupt from his lips. The caged creature was growing in its agitation and its master did nothing to ease its pain. The fire below the damned body had grown beyond boiling, the cage close enough so that bones were breaking, and the hunger pressing on the large starving stomach was surely unbearable.

Plucking another piece of meat from the tray at his side he brought a tan clawed hand to his lips. The steaming grease that greeted his nostrils pleased all of his senses, and his tongue decided to dart out, caressing the meat as eyes closed in enjoyment. A blood curdling wail sounded to his right as the creature reached through its confinements, anxiously hoping to snatch the food. The dark man laughed, plopping the slather of meat into his mouth all at once. As he stood he could hear the grumbles below him and laughed as his heel met the eager fingers, the crack they made melody to his ears. As he pulled his own long limb away he stuck his tongue out in distaste. The melting skin had attached itself to the toe of his shoe. As he shook the boot free of the slimy skin he heard his chamber doors flung open.

Displeased by the other man's ignorance at entering his chambers without notice he uttered his own low growl, hair standing on end as his teeth stuck through the opening his snarl created.

"I have an opening."

Shocked by the sudden words, dark eyes widened, but grew smaller in suspicion. He wondered what the red haired man was trying to say.

"We will be able to enter without having to breach the gates." Seeing the reaction in the equally large man's eyes the paler one continued. "It is just below the fountain. The water has made the pipes very soft. A little pinch would do the trick. We could seize the city within the night."

The blue and red haired males stood staring at one another for a short period of time before grins spread across their faces.

"Well, Kagami, round up the crew. We're going out tonight. I would hate for the little doves to catch onto our scheme." As a final thought the sin turned to the screeching creature. "And here," He placed the plate in front of the cage, "for all your suffering."

As the boney fingers reached for the plate he caught the spark of hope in the distant eyes, angering him in a moment. When his foot met the cage and it toppled into the molten swamp below he quickly returned the plate to his table. He gave his room one last look, thinking of how an angel, slave, could defiantly add to the decoration. All that stood in his room was a barren tree in the corner, a pile of ash in the other, and a throne as lovely as his ego in the middle.

Hearing the others gathering outside of the layers he caught hold of his ring, slipping it onto his middle finger. It would be the best finger to display when he took the angels down. Especially Michael.

The group did not need to plan or explain all they needed to do was act. A silent understanding was throughout the snarky demons, adrenaline racing into their cores. As they rose to the surface he made sure to cloak their presence just as he had their realms. Those in heaven had grown too suspicious of their activity and with this he had grown more irritated. His magic would ensure their surprise.

"Alright, my brothers, my beautifully damned, we have our day of revenge. Take what you wish, kill want you want, and prove that you can." His body began to contort, his real image coming forth.

The image was neither as horrid nor as terrifying as his other sins; it was beautiful. He shined as bright as any star, angelic features casting a hideous shadow over heaven as they neared the spot that Wrath had designated for them to enter through. He spotted his rejected brethren taking their own shapes ranging from a beautiful temptress to a serpent who seemed endless in length. No weapons were present on any of their persons because they had their own hands to do those death promising deeds. All they needed were each other, nothing more.

Once the pipe was within his site he smiled, unsure of whether he should be joyful or angry with the lack of strength the fountain that he had built now held; how much maintenance it had been given since his fall. As the Leviathan crunched around the pipe with his jaws Aomine decided it was joy that he felt as the water from the heavens began to rain.

I know this seems really crazy but I have done a lot with this in terms of research so I hope you can give it a chance. Would you like more characters to be introduced and more roles given? Please R&R, fav, and follow for a faster update because of multiple stories I have going on.

Thank you for reading

- Madz