Yo! This is my first fanfic cri tiem, but! I hope you like it!
"Alfred! This is urgent! Lord Alfred!"
"Huh?" Alfred groaned. He was wearily shuffling through the report sent to him by the scribe from the eighth circle to talk about any juicy information that might be of some pleasure to him, though it was the usual scandals of rape and the occasional human being dragged down to be the victim of a demon's lusting thirst. He stared at the little boy, he heard from somewhere his name was Peter or something, and he delivered the most important messages throughout Hell, though for whatever reason he was so young looking. His wings were small, though Alfred knew he could fly just fine if he tried.
"It'll be a year since you were crowned King! You haven't found a mate that you like, and if you don't find one within another year you'll be replaced! Maybe even slaughtered! Sir, I know none of the demons presented interest you, but we found a human with amazing potential you might like!" This got Alfred a little excited, as Peter handed him the envelope with the potential mate (supposedly) and with his sharp claw, he ripped off the seal and inspected the picture inside.
Might like? Hell, this was what he would have sexual fantasies about! His eyes lit up like the sun and his mind seemed to go into a haze just looking at him!
His hair was a beautiful sandy-caramel blonde, which seemed to be unkempt, and Alfred deducted he could never fix it. His eyebrows, though quite large, fit his face perfectly, with big, emerald green eyes and perfectly balanced features, and though he was lean and a little shorter than him, he couldn't help feeling an air of elegance about this man; maybe he came from an established family? Whatever the case, he wanted him.
"If, let's say, I wanted this human, what would happen?" Alfred asked Peter, who must have dealt with scarier things and was perfectly aware of his approval because he simply said;
"This human is called Arthur Kirkland. He's going to attend his first year at some academically recognized high school along with multiple of his friends. If you're going to get close to him, we can pre-arrange everything and have your schedule line up with his, but you'll have to go undercover as a student and lie about who you are. As far as anyone's concerned, it will simply boil down to you needing to create an illusion for the most of it and there will be a few new human things you might not be accustomed to. There will be more, but if more comes up we will let you know in due time. Also, don't take any souls, we've documented that man to have amazing hunches that are always right, and we have suspicions that he may have magical abilities. Do you still wish to pursue him? If you do tomorrow I will come to get you." Peter quipped, but it sounded like he'd rehearsed this many times before. Well apart from the fact that the magical ability bit seemed to be a lie or a joke to Alfred, fitting in as a student? Please.
"Yes, I do. Now… What do I do?" Alfred leered, still having a tiny fantasy. Peter didn't look alarmed, but simply bored at the attempt to spook him a little.
"I suggest you learn how to fit in with human society. Oh!" Peter quickly dived into the bag he had with him and fished out a nondescript red book, which, when it entered Alfred's hands, turned midnight blue with "Arthur Kirkland" written in crimson on the cover. "Opening this can let you look through his eyes on the paper. Humans won't see it as nothing but a sketchbook, like this but before I handed it to you. Inside there will be drawings of things, it's always random." Peter disappeared in a puff of grey-blue smoke before Alfred could say anything else.
"I didn't realize how much fun this would be." Alfred smirked to himself as he picked up the phone on his desk and dialed, and then after 6 rings he heard a quiet, yet annoyed voice speak through. Was Matthew drinking maple syrup again?
"Alfred, for the last fucking time, I won't go to the human world with you!" Matthew's voice sternly spat at him through the phone, though it was slightly tired. Yeah, he was guzzling some syrup. Matthew was the Prince of Hell, since he was Alfred's brother. If he was replaced, he would ascend.
"Whoa! Chill, chill! I wasn't asking for a night on the other side!" Alfred feigned surprise as Matthew swore in French on the other side. "I do however have a favour I want to ask of you… Can you run Hell for me? Something came up, and I'll be gone for let's say… About, lemme see, a year? Yeah, a year."
"Oh, so you finally found her?" Matthew asked Alfred. God, he finally found one, congrats to him.
"It's not a girl you dumbass… it's a he," Alfred snapped at him "You know I don't like girls man! What's wrong with you?" Matthew snickered over the phone, whilst his brother was ready to rip his throat out after he made the millionth crack at his habits.
"Just fucking with you Al. Sure, I'll run the show while you attempt to get your man. When you leaving?" Matthew snickered, taking another swig of maple syrup; he was of Canadian origin, he loved the stuff!
"Well… the messenger's gonna escort me tomorrow, so I'll ring when I'm about to leave," Alfred recalled. "Just gonna pack my crap now."
"Whatever works for you bro. See you in a year," Matthew said before he screeched to his attendant there was nO MORE FUCKING MAPLE SYRUP GET ME SOME MORE YOU HOSER before he hung up. Alfred laughed quietly to himself before he snapped his fingers and a black suitcase was by his side, filled with at least a year's worth of clothes, mostly American as he quite liked the style. Afterwards he retreated to his quarters and slept, as he dreamed about what he would do for the next year.
'I have a really bad feeling about tomorrow,' Arthur thought before he fell asleep.
