(And, here we meet Gilbert... Should probably put a warning here for "adult themes" and suggestiveness? The Prussian is being a demon, what can I say... we do not own these characters or the show, just the story. Enjoy!)

"Mattie, are you ready for your first visit?" Arthur's voice rang clearly through the walls of Mattie's home. "Just a minute, eh!" the boy replied. Well, 'boy'. On Earth, he had been seventeen years old, but angels didn't measure age after death. Just another thing that kept throwing Mattie off.

He could see his wings now, though one of the more experienced angels—not Arthur this time—had advised him not to keep trying to touch them. She wouldn't say why. However, this was heaven, so he decided to trust this new source. He wasn't supposed to mess with his halo either.

He really wished there was a mirror in his apartment, but he hadn't seen a single one since he'd arrived. Since he'd died. He thought it probably had to do with not being vain or something; he didn't ask because he felt so clueless already.

"Hello," he greeted Arthur, gently shutting his door behind him.

"Have everything?"

"I think so?"

"Good." The two of them headed off down the hall, down the stairs, to the edge of the world. Mattie was no longer tired by physical exertion; at least, not in heaven. The others said it would be different while in other planes.

"Where are we going?" Mattie asked as they travelled.

"London," his guide replied. "One of my favourite places, 'sides up here. I'm from London," he added, sentimentally. His (rather large) brows furrowed. "Where are you from, love? I still don't know." He looked a little embarrassed at this knowledge gap, having talked to the boy for at least a month.

Mattie smiled, the same sentimentality taking over him. Guess things were better when you didn't have them anymore. "Canada," he sighed. He practically breathed the word. Arthur nodded. "Good place, that."

They arrived in London on an empty street, dark except for the streetlamps. It was about one AM, local time. Different from heaven, where it had been only mid-afternoon. Mattie and Arthur concentrated, (one harder than the other) and their wings vanished just as they had practised, halos doing the same. Mattie still felt uneasy being in the dark again, but the elder angel assured him that humans could not hurt him here.

"W-what about demons?" he asked, voice trembling as he did. Arthur bit his lip. "There aren't any. Just stay close," he told him. Mattie inched a bit toward him and remained so as they walked. Perhaps, when he had been alive, he wouldn't have acted this afraid, though he still would have been as afraid. Earth had its strange customs of putting people into boxes, who was allowed to be afraid and act weak, who wasn't. He'd hated it, and even now still disagreed with it, though heaven had pacified his hatred. Since heaven had no such sex-based customs—everyone was treated equally, regardless of everything except knowledge level—he did not hide his fear. He was more honest now and that was good; yet, the world was still harmful… Perhaps not such a good thing.

They came upon a hospital, where despite it being after hours they came in, planning to talk with the patients. Arthur had said that neither of them were allowed to heal anyone (as if Mattie had enough control to do so anyway) but just to talk, to spark joy and hope. This, he declared, was a safe place, one he had visited in years past, so he let Mattie go off on his own, with the promise of meeting him back by the desk at four thirty.

Not wanting to wander too far or get lost, Mattie studied the map near the desk. It seemed, however, that all of the long-term patients—the only ones who would be here this late at night, other than the few nurses on duty—were all on the upper floors. Reluctantly, he headed for the stairs and climbed, disappointed when he started getting winded on the third story. So much for divine powers.

It was difficult to tell who was asleep and who was awake from the hallway. Though he did manage to speak briefly to a few people, he'd accidentally woken up an irritable grandfather, which made him hesitant to continue. The whole time he felt anxious, and was unable to relax and truly enjoy his conversations. He just felt that there was a specific place he should be….

After the grandfather incident he tried to let his heart show him where he was needed most. Angels did have, he'd been told, a beautiful sense of intuition. With that technique, he was led down some hallways veering right until he reached pretty much the very end. His intuition stopped there.

"Hello?" he called out, albeit softly, not wanting to wake someone else.

"Hallo?" a voice called back. Mattie turned his head to face a room that was slightly ajar. "Yes?" he whispered up against the doorframe. If this wasn't it, he could just leave…

"Ja, come in," the voice said again. Decidedly not British. Mattie's fingers splayed against the door as he pushed it open, illuminating the man inside with the pale light of the hallway.

He was albino, that much was obvious. His skin was so pale, and his hair practically shone even in the darkness. His eyes were closed, though Mattie suspected they would be pink, as traditional albinos were. The angel came in slowly, wondering how long he had been here. Wondering if he was stuck.

He almost tripped over the chair he was trying to pull up and apologised; the man laughed in his throat and said it was fine. With his eyes trying to adjust Mattie saw a cartoonish nightlight plugged into the wall by the floor—it was so dark without it…

"May I turn the nightlight on?"

The man chuckled. "Sure, kid." Relieved, Mattie got up and switched it on. The man did not open his eyes, even as Mattie sat back down in front of him.

He was young, younger than he sounded. With such a gruff voice Mattie may have guessed thirty or forty; this man seemed to be in his twenties. Perhaps it was because he was an angel, but Mattie found him beautiful. Life was beautiful. He swelled with happiness and for the moment, his anxiety was forgotten.

"Hello," he said, the smile evident in his voice, "I'm Mattie."

"Gilbert," the man replied, eyes still closed. He looked so peaceful now, just with his mouth quirking up a little on the edges. He was undoubtedly special to someone.

"That's a lovely name," Mattie remarked before he could stop himself. "I'm glad to meet you, Gilbert," he added, mainly so he could try out the name himself. He still liked it.

Gilbert grinned. "Pleasure~" he replied, also softly but differently from Mattie. His way was… intoned but exhaled, low and silky compared to his rough speech before. Mattie was awestruck, but it was when Gilbert sat up and opened his eyes that he was literally unable to move.

Even in the dim light, the angel could see that those eyes were not pink. They screamed red, like blood, like fire, worse than a Canadian who'd lost a hockey game. Red as in final warning and mortal pain, as in passion and hatred and lust.

Those were the eyes of a demon, he didn't need Arthur to tell him so.

And he was terrified.

"Scream for him and I'll rip out your soul," the demon murmured, his voice the same, so smooth even as he gripped Mattie's hand with his curved nails. The angel felt as if he were about to pass out with fear—but, gameover if he did. That was practically an invitation for the demon to do whatever he wanted… but so was, he realised, walking straight into a demon's trap. He wondered through his fear if he would be killed, or if something else would happen to him, since he was technically already dead…

"Sere are three people in sis hospital who have considered suicide a serious option," the demon told him, although Mattie did not know why or how he knew. "Two of sem are patients, vone is a doctor. Se plan vas to let sem live und break everyone else, but now sat you're here… oh, don't be stupid, I'm not going to kill se suicide victims," he snapped, upon seeing the angel's eyes grow wide. "Nein, I'm actually going to leave sem all alone for now, und do you know vhy?"

The nailed fingers on the demon's other hand crawled up Mattie's spine, almost caressing him in a twisted, perverted fashion. Mattie shivered at the contact and the demon rumbled with quiet laughter. "It's because of you~" he intoned, letting his hand travel up the angel's neck and scrape under his chin. Mattie's heart wasn't beating fast enough to show how frightened he was. He didn't know what to do or even where to look—he thought it was a bad idea to take his eyes off the demon, but he so wanted to look away; even so, his gaze remained transfixed upon him as he sat, paralysed. Arthur said it would be safe, the tiny voice in his head protested, and the demon chuckled again. "Arthur is a known liar," he smirked. Mattie was not able to comprehend how he knew what he'd been thinking. He just hoped, desperately, that it was four thirty and that his guide, liar or not, would come looking for him. Please.

"You're a gorgeous little thing," the demon interrupted his thoughts, again. Still gripping Mattie tight he rose from the bed, stalking around his victim and shamelessly examining him. The angel felt another chill shiver through his white nightgown and heat enter his cheeks as he blushed. "P-please stop," he asked, his own voice wavering more than he wanted it to. The demon leaned in close. His expression challenged Mattie, complete with those horrible, horrifying red eyes. At this distance he could see that they were not just red, but deep crimson, scarlet, and they stared into his soul. He blanched, but the demon just smirked and leaned in closer, rough lips brushing against his ear.

"Vhy in hell vould I do sat?"

Mattie found his own lips sealed shut, unable to answer, but when a vicious hand groped his ass he squealed. The demon had something very unpleasant twinkling in his eyes, that terrifying grin on his face—but he stopped when they could both hear footsteps outside the door. The pale face dropped and he gave the young angel an intense glare that warned him not to even consider doing anything. Mattie saw his captor mouthing curses to himself for not paying closer attention, even when playing with such a precious toy as… him.

"Matthew?"

Arthur's voice floated through the halls. Oh, please, please…

The door was pushed open and a flash of light flooded the room. Mattie found himself frozen as a stasis spell hit him; the demon shouted in his own language and continued moving, evidently blocking the spell. "Sorry, Mattie," Arthur half-yelled, sparing him a glance. "At least you'll be out of the way." Mattie watched the elder angel and demon duel, spells and objects flying, competing with both power and skill. Mattie meant to warn Arthur when the demon tried to jump on his back, but he was still frozen, incapable of speaking outside of his mind. Luckily Arthur dodged him and the demon landed on the cot, where the elder angel was able to put a separate stasis spell on him. The demon growled.

"What do you think you are doing?" Arthur's voice was filled with a quiet fury that Mattie had never heard before; it scared him almost as much as the demon did. Said demon was able to turn around, despite the debilitating spell, and smirk evilly. He flicked his red eyes over to Mattie's suspended form and licked his lips—

It must have been then that Mattie finally passed out.

(Mm, yes, Mattie says 'about' not 'aboot'. That's not actually how it's pronounced, you know. But isn't he cute? Gilbert thinks so too!)

(You know what else is a good ship? Spideypool. Different demographic, but still vastly entertaining. Send us a review on this chapter to tell us how we did, or give us the secret password chimichangas if you want a possible Spideypool story in the future~! We're just two nerds who like to please :) see you soon!)