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A/n once upon a time, I wrote a one shot about a very stressed out Guardian Angel name Stanley, who just happened to have a difficult charge name Spencer Reid. Well, I was inspired by Poe, ACDC and bells in general. So here is my story of Hell, Spencer Reid versus the Devil and Maeve. Please enjoy. You don't have to be familiar with "The Woes of Stanley," but I wouldn't be upset if you read that one too!

I warn you this is not a parody and there are some religious and supernatural themes. Please turn back if this isn't your cup of tea.

Prologue

Stanley hurried through wispy white clouds as a bell chimed in the distance. Its peal sent chills through his wings and they fluttered as though teased by a spring breeze.

He passed through an archway into a huge room with towering pillars all around him. A woman, with black hair and blue eyes the color of the sea after a winter storm turned around and glided to him.

"Desiree," he said. "What's wrong?"

"It's going to happen tonight."

"Oh," he closed his eyes and bowed his head. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I was just informed by Stephen."

Stanley led her to a small cloud formation near one of the pillars. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too," she said as a tear dropped down her cheek. "She was my first assignment. I love her."

"Of course you do, all angels love their charges."

"I didn't think it'd hurt this much. I know she's going on to a much better place, but, Stanley, she's so young."

Stanley nodded, and pain tore at him too. "It doesn't seem fair, but the Big Guy has a reason for everything."

She shook her head. "I know I'm supposed to accept that without question, but how can I? How can you? This affects you too."

Stanley rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sighed. He reached over and took her hand. "Yes, it'll affect me too, but I'll handle it. It's not like he's the easiest charge in the world."

She smiled at him and another; more pleasant chill ran through his wings. "I heard about the meltdown you had over him."

Stanley would have blushed had he still be capable. "Yeah, well, I was stressed out. Stephen showed me that I just had to relax and let Spencer live his life."

Desiree stood up and began to pace in front of him. "Why couldn't I get through her? I should have been able convince her to let Spencer help her. Now, it's too late."

"It's her time," Stanley began.

He tried to go to her and embrace her, but she pushed him away. "I don't care. There has to be something I can do."

"You know there's not," he reminded her. "You can't alter what He decrees."

"Why not? There's always a first time for everything. Why have wings? Why are we guardians, if we can't save them?"

He watched her rage up and down and realized that on some level, he agreed with her. He also knew there was nothing they could do to stop it.

"Come on," he took her hand again. "Let's get back."

She pulled away from him. "Why? So I can watch her die and do nothing."

He held out his hand. "No, so you can be there when she crosses over. She needs you more than ever, now. You must lead her to the other side where she'll find peace."

"Alright, but I'm doing this under heavy protest," she said looking up. "Do you hear me, under protest?"

"Desiree," Stanley rebuked sharply."

"Don't tell me you don't agree," she snapped as they began to walk out of the arched room. "I remember how happy you were when they met. You said he'd finally found his soul mate. Aren't you furious?"

"Yes," he admitted. "How does agreeing with you change anything? Every decision she and Spencer have made has led to this. If only she'd let him help her, if only he'd gone against her wishes and involved his team, then none of this would be necessary." He held out his arms and his wings beat impatiently.

"You said it was a matter of destiny."

"Why do you have to argue with everything I say?"

"Because you're cute when you get mad," Desiree shot him the first smile he seen since their meeting.

"Desiree!"

"Alright," she sighed. "I know that free will is the most important thing to Him, but sometimes…"

He took her hand again as they passed through another cloud and found themselves on Earth, in the middle of a sunny day with blue skies. It was cold, but neither felt it as they separated.

"Don't think about the sometimes," he advised. "Just go be with her. She needs you. I have to get back to Spencer. He's about to call her."

Desiree nodded and disappeared like a feather on the wind. Stanley blinked his eyes and appeared next to a phone booth just as Dr. Spencer Reid hurried toward him with such an uplifted expression; Stanley's heart broke for him.

"I promise I'll be there for you."

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"No, wait," Spencer screamed as the shot rang out through the room. Stanley hurried to him as his charge sank to his knees and began to sob in heartbreaking agony.

Desiree hurried forward when Maeve's soul stepped out of her body. She ignored Dianne, who rose out of her dead body and looked around in confusion. Desiree reached out for her charge, when, suddenly a cold wind sprang up and ringing, as if the clamor of bells in and empty and abandoned church began to echo. "No," she shouted.

Several beings, as black as the deepest, darkest pit in Hell, with eyes that glowed with inner red fire as dark as the life blood that surrounded the bodies of the dead women. They instantly surrounded the women and howled like wolves.

"Get back," Desiree screamed. "She doesn't belong with you."

She threw out an arm, but huge black wings knocked her aside. One of the demons laughed and it was like the laughter of human madness and animal blood lust at the same time.

"Do not interfere," he growled. "They belong to us, fool. The Master commands it."

"No," she's a good woman," Desiree countered holding out her hand to Maeve who screamed.

Dianne screamed, and the demons laughed and fluttered their black and tattered wings. The movement of their bat like wing set up a wind of dank and sulfurous air that pushed back at Desiree as she tried to reach her charge.

"Help me," Maeve screamed as one demon grabbed her under her arms like some enormous bird of prey and lifted her off her feet. Desiree fluttered her winds and rose with them, but they were too fast. They flew away passing through the walls of the building and then, diving fast toward the pavement. Maeve and Dianne screamed in terror as they disappeared from view.

"No," Desiree shouted and tried to follow them.

Stanley suddenly appeared beside her and yanked her back into level flight. "You can't follow. She's gone!"

"NO!"

"It's too late," he said and tears cascaded down his cheeks. "Go, tell Stephen what happened. I must go back to Spencer."

Her wings folded and she dropped to the ground as a bird shot from the air. He watched her huddle and sob on the pavement as cars passed through her and people walked past her with eyes that only saw what they wanted to see.