I got the idea for this story randomly in the middle of the night a while ago. I don't have much to say about it, just that I'm excited to continue with it!

edited by BluePixieKimiko. She's wonderful, she really is. These stories wouldn't be nearly as good without her. A HUGE thank you to her!

i hope you guys enjoy!

1500 years ago...

Onodera Ritsu sat with his head hung low. His feet ached, his wrist were cut and bruises as well as his wings and his stomach hurt. He was starving. He hadn't eaten in years. A young angel locked in a prison cell in the deep depths of hell. He waited impatiently for fate to step in.

One day, a young demon, looking to be just a little bit older than Ritsu came down to the prison. Footsteps filled the silence. They were slow and even paced. Louder and louder, they grew until finally they stopped. Ritsu looked up and saw a demon, tall and strong, with ragged black wings and curled horns. Ritsu had never actually seen a demon before. He expected him to be more monstrous looking. He was actually quite handsome.

"You..." He looked Ritsu up and down. "Are you Onodera Ritsu?"

Ritsu blinked, dumbfounded, and nodded.

"Come with me." The demon ordered. He opened the door and waited for Ritsu to get up and follow him out. Apparently Ritsu was walking too slow because he felt a hand shove him along, roughly.

"Where are we going."

"You're not supposed to ask questions."

"Tell me where we're going." Ritsu demanded.

"Oh? You think you can speak to me with that tone of voice?"

Ritsu shrugged. "You said not to ask questions."

The demon stopped and smirked. "Well, we're going to my quarters."

"Why?"

"Because that's where I live and work."

"Why do I have to go?"

"You're my slave."

"Oh? And how was this decided."

The demon stopped in front of Ritsu and gave a stern look of warning. "I'm not the angel who is locked up in hell being ordered around by a bunch of demons, but I wouldn't push my luck if I were you." Ritsu stayed straight faced waiting for an answer. The demon sighed. "You were assigned to me."

"By who?"

"Lucifer." He turned around and lead Ritsu to an elevator. "Now stop asking questions."

"One more," Ritsu tested. "What's your name?"

The demon smirked and slapped the angel on the back. "My name is Takano Masamune but you get to call me master."

"Not gonna happen."

Masamune glared at the chains looped messily around Ritsu's wings and they began to turn orange, like they had been stuck in a vat of molten lava. Ritsu hunched forward and yelped in pain. Masamune stopped and looked away, letting the restrains cool back down.

"You were saying something?" He smirked.

Ritsu swallowed the pain and humiliation and bared his teeth. "Whatever you say...master." He rolled his eyes.

Masamune smirked. "That's what I thought."

1500 years later, Masamune sat at his desk with his computer in front of him. Ritsu was vacuuming the carpet in his office when Masamune stood up and sighed.

"Ritsu, I'm going out."

The angel shut of the vacuum and looked up at his master. "Where are you going?"

"Big boss man wants to see me."

"Lucifer? Why?"

Masamune shrugged. "I don't know. He said it was important so, it's either really good or really bad. Either way, I better not keep him waiting. I'll be back later. Go ahead and eat without me. I'm not really hungry."

Ritsu nodded. He watched his master leave and continued cleaning. Masamune's quarter was the only place Ritsu had ever known in Hell other than the walls of his prison cell. He had never left Masamune's quarter, not even once since he had been moved there. It was Masamune and his home. They lived there, worked there, ate supper there. Neither of them ever left. Masamune only went out on special occasions for his work and if he had to meet with Lucifer, which happened every so often. Other than that, life was pretty much like clock work inside the cozy quarter.

Ritsu woke up before Masamune and cleaned. He did the dishes, the laundry, cleaned the kitchen and made breakfast. Masamune would come down to eat, then shower and go straight to his office, doing paper work for hours and hours. He was a reaper. He read the list of people who were supposed to die every day at certain times and filled out their death certificates. Whenever he filled them out, the person on earth would die for whatever specific reason was listed on their certificate.

When things started out, Ritsu and Masamune didn't get along very well. They still bicker like an old married couple but they were so used to each other's company that they don't really even notice each other that much. They were just a part of each other's lives.

Ritsu made himself some supper. He made spaghetti and saved some left overs for Masamune if he decided he wanted some when he got back. Aside from that, he just sat and waited. Masamune was sure taking his time. It had been about an hour since he left and he still wasn't back. His meetings with Lucifer normally lasted only about 10-20 minutes. Whatever was going on...it was big.

Three hours later, Masamune finally came home. Ritsu was dressed in his pajamas and ready for bed already when the demon came home. "How did it go?" He asked. "Did you get a new position or something? It took a long time. I made spaghetti for supper and there are some leftovers in the fridge if you want me to warm them up."

Masamune looked blankly at Ritsu and just shook his head. Ritsu stepped closer. "Takano-Sama?"

Masamune ran a hand through his hair and sat down on the armrest of the couch. "Ritsu...I got fired."

Ritsu was struck with sympathy and confusion. "From what? Being a reaper?"

Masamune shook his head. "I'm not a demon of the devil anymore."

Ritsu frowned, with outstretched arms and gave Masamune a comforting hug for two reasons. He knew Masamune would want one and so it would be best to just give him one now than to suffer through him being crabby because he didn't get one, and Ritsu honestly felt sort of bad for Masamune. He knew how hard Masamune worked at his job and the fact that they just cut him off like that, it must have hurt Masamune pretty badly.

"Oh, Takano-sama. I'm sorry. Is there a new position you're getting offered in return for this?"

Masamune loosely wrapped his arms around Ritsu's waist and shook his head. "Ritsu...that's not it. I can't stay in Hell anymore. I've been kicked out of Hell."

Ritsu's eyes widened and he pulled back. "They...they can't just do that, can they?"

"It's Lucifer. He can do whatever he wants."

"Wait, if you're not a demon of the devil anymore, what are you?"

Masamune shrugged. "Just a demon I guess."

"But 'just demons' don't exist. You have to be a demon of something."

Masamune shook his head. "Apparently not. They said they would give me three days to move out. Anything left behind will be burned."

"So, so where do we go? What do I do? Don't tell me I have to go back to that prison. Anything but that."

Masamune shook his head. "I asked about you. He said 'to make up for the inconvenience of how sudden this relocation is' I can keep you, but honestly, what's the point anymore?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're probably better off without me."

Ritsu rolled his eyes. "Oh hush. Quit feeling sorry for yourself. You had your moment to do that already. Now let's figure out what you're going to do. Is there any sort of book that would give us information on what we do when this happens?"

"No."

"No recourses at all?"

"No."

"So...we think of things we can do. Brainstorm."

"Ritsu, there is nothing we can do. Nothing on Earth could help us. We're stuck. Let's head for purgatory. It's the only place we can go now."

Ritsu smirked. "No place on Earth, huh? I guess you could say, Lord knows what happens next."

Masamune froze. "Are you making puns right now? Really, Ritsu I just lost my job and I-..." Suddenly it clicked with Masamune. Ritsu was grinning from ear to ear. "Wait...You don't actually think I could..."

Ritsu nodded. "Why don't you try being an angel. Maybe they would accept you into heaven?"

"Ritsu are you insane?" Masamune shook his head. "I've killed people for a living my entire existence. No. Heaven is not going to let me in. It's a stupid idea. I'm a demon, not an angel."

Ritsu rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation. "Fine. If you have a better idea, please speak up."

Masamune frowned. Ritsu was mad at him. When Ritsu was mad, no one was happy. Masamune looked around trying to come up with some excuse as to why he couldn't be an angel. Anything would do, he just had to explain to Ritsu why it was a bad idea.

"Ritsu, I just-"

"Don't want to try?"

"No, that's not it-"

"Oh really? Because it seems like it. You just don't like the idea of going to heaven. Takano-sama, it's a really nice place. It's beautiful there. The gardens, the parks. Everyone is so nice. It's heaven. There is literally no downside to it. All you have to do is become an angel."

Masamune rolled his eyes. "Oh that all. Easy peasy. Let me just grab my halo and and dust of my tiny little harp that I carry around, no biggie. Ritsu, I'm a demon. Do you know how hard it is for demons to become Angels? There's a reason it's never been done before."

"Because no one has ever tried hard enough."

Masamune signed. He was sick of arguing and Onodera was right anyways so he just shrugged. "Fine...we'll try this."

Ritsu smiled and wrapped his arms around the demon. "Everything will work out for the best, Takano. Don't worry about it."

Masamune wrapped his arms around Ritsu's waist and looked down at the feathery white wings on his back. They looked uncomfortable in the chains. Masamune stared at them for a little while and watched as the chain vanished out of thin air. Ritsu felt his wings drop and the tip of them dragged on the ground. He looked back with wide eyes and saw the freed wings just lay there, drooping down from his back.

"Takano-sama..."

Masamune sighed. "Angels don't have slaves."