AN: This story will be a bit different from my other ones. It will be written both in first and third person. Before you begin your journey to this world of Angels and demons, please be aware that Ivan a.k.a. Russia will have a bit of dark personality. There will be two versions of the story: The first version is Rated T and posted in FFN, so that people of all ages can read it. However, on A03 the story will be a bit more darker. I'm debating on Rating M or E, but we will see.

WARNING: Please be aware English is one of my worst subjects. There will most likely be grammar and misspelling errors. I apologize in advanced. If you are a grammar-nazi turn back. Thank you!

Prologue

There is Good and There is Evil

There is Light and there is Darkness

Angels and Demons

-NWA

There is a world beyond the heavens, a world where life breathes, and a world filled with humans. For as long as Alfred could remember he always wondered what was beyond the Gate of his home, his place of birth. This Gate, this City, separates the angels from those on Earth and from the Heavens. Gate 7, though not heaven, is a place of paradise. The sky is always blue and the sun is always shining. It is a large green land that appears to be floating in piles of white clouds. Rivers traced the land in all areas before falling like waterfalls on the edges. In the center of this land was a city made of white marble. The city was the home of angels, and on the only mountain, on the land was headquarters that resembled a palace.

It was beautiful.

But.

I lived here my whole life. Unlike my twin brother Matthew I've yet to become a full-fledged angel. At the age of 13 (in human years fifty) he became a Guardian Angel. His first mission on the planet called Earth was to guard a mother and her unborn baby who was souless. When a baby has yet to obtain a soul their body is left open for a demon to make its nest. It is considered one of the toughest missions for a new full-fledged angel, but my brother, my twin was able to protect the mother and her baby until she had her soul.. He was amazing.

Me though...

The higher ups think I lack what it takes to be a Guardian. I can't control light and my knowledge of white magic are at the basics. I am a failure as an angel. White wings, they don't mean anything when you don't have the knowledge.

I train and I train.

Yet I fail.

A young boy, who looked to be only seventeen, sat at the edge of the cliff. He was dressed in white slacks and a white button shirt made of velvet. Baby blue flower embroidery wrapped around his collar like a necklace and circled around the cuff of his sleeves. Around his neck was a mini light silver cloak, followed by a white-blue belt that moved over his shoulder and hugged him around the waist. Attached to his back were a sat of feather wings.

He hugged his knees to his chest while eyeing the large gate over the clouds. It was this gate that connect Gate 7 to Earth.

"If only I could," Alfred sighed. "I just have to focus" He shifted his hands as if to hold a ball "Have nothing but pure thoughts, happiness..." A light yellow ball formed around his fingers. "and-" just as the ball appeared it vanished. Alfred frowned, returning to hugging his knees.

Earth was nothing but a dream.

"Alfred!"

"Alfred!"

Alfred looks around searching for the person calling his name.

His teacher Arthur is waving to him from a mere distance. Arthur, he is an archangel, a position high among other Angels. He wore a similar attire to Alfred, however, the embroidery around his shirt were a light yellow, and he wore a cloak that reached the floor. He had six feather wings (Three on each side). Although he was nearing his thousands in human years he looked no older than twenty. He has blonde hair, bushy eyebrows, and eyes as green as the land.

"Yes, teacher?" Alfred stood up with the help of his wings.

"Come with me," Arthur waved to him to follow.

They passed the beautiful streets of the city. Alfred paused in his steps as they came across the wall gate that kept the headquarters away from the city. The only time Alfred ever stepped passed this gate was with his twin Matthew. That was when he received the news that Matthew was given his first mission to become an official Guardian. Alfred faked his happiness for his older twin that day, but to be honest he was jealous. It made him come to the realization that Matthew was everything he lacked.

"Why are you standing there, come," Arthur took Alfred's hand and pulled him inside the gate. The inside of headquarter was breathtaking. There were countless pillars so high they nearly disappeared into the sky. Every four pillars they passed was a Saint statue. Then there was a statue of the famous Archangel Michael. Alfred never met him, almost no one did. He almost thought Archangel Michael was just a legend until his teacher Arthur confessed to meeting him.

Arthur stopped in front of a woodened door. Arthur pointed his fingers as if to touch the door, made a swirly line, and the door opened.

"Inside, " Arthur order lifting his cloak and stepping inside.

This was weird, yet exciting.

Alfred took a step in the room. It was large and round with a running water floor. At the end of the room were three Angels: Archangel Arthur, Guardian Angel Roderich, and War Angel Elizabeta.

Elizabeta smiled. "Hello, Alfred."

"H-hi," Alfred bowed awkwardly.

"Morning, Alfred" Roderick said in a voice that sounded stern almost strict. "I'm sure you know why you are here."

"If its about that prank I pulled on Kiku's cat I already said sorry," Alfred answered, because no he did not know why he was here.

Arthur sighed, facepalming. "Child, when will you grow out of your silly pranks."

Alfred only smiled awkardly.

"No. We've been discussing your training and so on," Roderich explained. "You are almost two hundred years old."

Alfred rubbed the back of his head.

"Most trainees become full-fledged by the time they are a hundred."

Alfred held his head low. He gets it, he was a failed angel.

"We don't think you are suited to be a Guardian Angel."

"What?! But I've-"

Roderich held up his hand. "Please let us finish."

Alfred groaned. He reverted his gaze from the angels to the clouds flowing by.

"You want to be a full-fledged Angel, don't you?" Roderich asked.

Alfred returned his gaze to the trio. "Yes! I do! I've been ready."

"So the lack of your powers say," Arthur stated.

Alfred frowned.

"But there is another way for you to become a full-fledged angel."

"And that is?"

"A Grim Reaper."

Alfred's heart froze. "He, funny joke."

It wasn't a joke.

"But...Grim Reaper kill people." Alfred argued.

"Not necessarily," Arthur corrected. "Our job is to establish the balance of the world. For every birth there is a death. It is the cycle of life. We are there to make sure it happens and to guide that soul onto their next life."

"Remember it is only the body that dies not the soul," Elizabeta added. "So you aren't taking a life."

"R-right. So I can become a full-fledged angel by bringing...death?" Alfred didn't like the sound of death on his lips.

"Its not death it is judgement." Roderich corrected. "But if you think you can't do it by all means okay. You'll just be stuck here for another hundred years by the looks of your training."

Alfred curled his fingers in fist and looked at Roderich in defiance. "I'll do it."

Arthur smiled. "That was the answer we need." Arthur flipped his cloak over his shoulder and unbuckled his sheath sword. He approached his apprentice. "You'll need this."

Alfred took hold of the sheath sword, pulled it out of its sheath, and inhaled at the power he felt coming from the sword. It was light, it was pure, it... "What is this for?"

"Being a Grim Reaper is not easy," Arthur stated. "You'll come across demons who will want to consume the souls of the dead, and they will try to consume you."

Alfred looked at Arthur in horror.

"Unfortunately what he says is true," Elizabeta sighed. "To demons a human soul is delicious, but an angel is a feast. I know you've never been to Earth, never encountered a demon, but you will know who they are. You will just know. That sword will protect you from them."

"You will also need this," Arthur took out an objected that resembled a smart phone.

Alfred took hold of the phone, immediately it turned on, giving a name.

"Raivis Galante. Age: 13. Death: Lung failure." Alfred gripped the phone in his hand, it nearly cracked from his strength. This phone was a death sentence.

Arthur approached the edge of the room, that lead to edge of the mountain, and the falling of the water. "Raivis has three more weeks to live, but you must be with him starting now."

"W-Why?" Alfred did not want to see Raivis die.

"This is when the soul is most vulnerable. Demons will smell his death approaching. They will attack Raivis. You have to stay with Raivis to protect him, and end it on that day."

Alfred gulped. He could do this. He may not be experienced, but he could do this.

"We will be watching, Alfred," Roderich warned.

"R-right," Alfred slipped the phone in his pocket, bid farewell to the angels, and left the room. He kept walking out of the gates, passed a few buildings until he came across his little hut near the edge. He placed the sword on the dining table, though Angels didn't necessarily eat, from time to time Alfred would make bread and coffee. He scrambled around his room, packing a few set of clothes, and took hold of his spell book from a top the bed.

The phone buzzed in his pocket. He dug it out, an address appeared on the screen.

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