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Arthur awoke to a strange smell. He opened his eyes and found it to be completely dark. Nothing could be seen except for a slight red glow in the crack of the door. Arthur sniffed the air, and it made a shiver run down his spine. It was most definitely smoke. He looked around wherever he was and flinched as something touched his shoulder.
"Angel... Arthur." The demon spoke. Arthur looked to his left and found himself staring into glowing blue eyes. Arthur blinked a couple times and watched as a candle was lit by the demon. For the first time, Arthur got to see the exact details of the demon. He had pale skin, blue eyes, and jet black hair. Placed on the sides of his head were horns that curled around once and pointed behind the demon. His wings were bat-like and also black. Each wing had a spike at the tip of it. Arthur took notice in the way the demon dressed as well. He wore all black. His shirt was a t-shirt; covered with a black bomber jacket. He wore black jeans, and his feet were fitted with black combat boots.
"You're awake." Alfred interrupted Arthurs thoughts. Arthur looked at the demon.
"I am-" Arthur paused for a moment.
"Your name?" Arthur asked, expecting the demon to be the same way he had been when asked for his name. The demon smiled and cupped Arthurs cheek in his hand. The demon came closer till their noses were touching. Arthur could feel the heat on his cheeks as he blushed slightly.
"Alfred." The demon stated before pulling away. Arthur gulped and looked at Alfred.
"Th-thank you." Arthur said. Alfred smirked and looked over the angel once more before licking his lips.
"I'm hungry." Alfred said all of a sudden. Arthur looked at Alfred and tilted his head. Arthur had no idea of what the demon meant, but saw Alfred smirking when he tilted his head. Alfred came closer and held the angels head in place while it was tilted.
"Just like that, cutie." Alfred said as he leaned down and nipped at Arthur's neck. Arthur let out a surprised yelp, and looked at Alfred. Alfred smiled and bit into Arthur's neck with his fangs. Arthur contained his scream and closed his eyes tightly as he felt blood leave his neck. Alfred continued to suck on the blood leaving the angels neck till he was satisfied. The blood tasted sweet, at the same time, had a kick to it. It was wonderful. Alfred pulled away and looked at the terrified expression on Arthurs face. Something about the look in Arthurs scared eyes hurt Alfred. Alfred felt everything collapse around him for a split second before he shook it off.
"I'm sorry..." Alfred said as he wiped off some blood from the angels neck. Arthur looked at Alfred.
"I know, I know, I'm a demon and I just said sorry. I just thought I should of told you what was happening before I bit you. So, I am sorry." Alfred looked at Arthur. Arthur nodded and looked around. Alfred watched as the Angel studied different features of the house, and looked around as well. The angel currently looking around stopped and turned to Alfred.
"W-what am I here for?" Arthur asked. Alfred looked at Arthur.
'Time to put on your act.' Alfred thought to himself. Alfred smiled and stroked the angels cheek with his thumb.
"Gorgeous, don't concern yourself. Nothing wrong will happen, trust me." Alfred said as he looked into Arthurs eyes. Their eyes were locked before Alfred stood up and held his hand out for the angel. Arthur looked at the extended hand for a moment before taking it. Alfred pulled the angel up and smiled.
"Now, let's go get your trials done."
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"Arthur, come on! They won't hurt you!" Alfred yelled as he pulled the angel along. Arthur was screaming and shaking his head 'no' violently.
"I know what the Trialists are! I am not getting near them!" Arthur yelled. Alfred looked at the angel and sighed. He grabbed the angel and started to pull him along the dusty black trail to the trial courts. Alfred had never thought about it before, but now that he was listening the angel sounded British. Alfred smirked and kept pulling Arthur along with him.
"Look, they just want to look over you. I'll be in the next room waiting for you." Alfred said as they entered a large building.
"You're leaving me alo-" Arthur was cut off as the doors shut behind him; leaving him alone in a dark room. Arthur looked around and shook. He could sense the demonic forces, but did not know where they were. It was too dark.
"So you are Arthur, si?" A voice asked.
"Ja, this one does look like an archangel!" Another voice spoke.
"Mm, Oui he does. Honhonhon." Yet another voice spoke. Arthur looked around trying to find the beings that owned these voices, but could not find anything. Suddenly, the lights were turned on, and Arthur found himself in front of three demons. One had blonde hair reaching down to his shoulders and blue eyes. The next one had brown hair with brown eyes and tan skin. The last one was albino with striking red eyes.
"Allo mon petite angel, I am Francis and this is Antonio and Gilbert." Francis spoke.
"The awesome Gilbert!" Gilbert spoke loudly with a laugh. Arthur found himself staring at the three. Arthur had no idea why, but something made Arthur hate Francis with all his afterlife right then.
"What do you want with me?" Arthur spat out. Francis smirked and walked closer. Arthur backed up. Francis frowned and grabbed Arthurs arm pulling him closer.
"I advise you to let go, demon!" Arthur yelled. Francis shook his head and laughed.
"Little angels must learn their place." Francis said as he threw Arthur to the ground. Arthur skidded to a stop on the ground and stayed limp. Francis smiled to himself and walked close to Arthur with Antonio and Gilbert.
"Good wings, halo, and legs I would say." Antonio spoke up. Francis and Gilbert nodded in agreement. They walked around Arthur until they seemed satisfied.
"Get up, Arthur." Francis said. Arthur did not move.
"Up." Francis ordered. Again, Arthur did not move. Francis scowled and grabbed the angel by the hair. He pulled Arthur out the door and dropped him in front of Alfred. Alfred looked at Francis in shock.
"Make this one learn his place. Break him, I don't care." Francis spoke before walking away. Arthur laid at Alfreds feet limp and bleeding from several scrapes. Alfred gulped and picked Arthur up.
"Let's get you cleaned off..." Alfred whispered as he started to carry Arthur away. Arthur rested his head on Alfreds chest and closed his eyes. No doubt, he would have a couple scars and possible bruising. Alfred looked down at Arthur and noticed how Arthur looked when his defenses were down. In all honesty, he looked scared. Nothing else could hide the fact that Arthur was scared. Alfred looked back up and continued to carry Arthur through hell. They finally made it to a small lake hidden in the black forest. Alfred laid Arthur down on the grass and took his own boots, pants, and shirt off. Alfred was left in his boxers. He kneeled down and started to untie the gold belt around Arthurs waist when his hand was swatted away.
"W-what are you doing?!" Arthur shouted as he scooted away; holding his toga in place. Alfred looked at Arthur and frowned.
"Please, Angel. Let me help you." Alfred said as he walked closer. Arthur scooted away again.
"In your bloody dreams. I will not allow you to even look at me with such ways of life you... demons call right! Stay away from me!" Arthur yelled back in defense. Alfred looked at Arthur and nodded. He stepped into the lake and folded his black bat wings behind his back. Alfred swam out till he reached the deeper end and started to wash any dirt that was on himself. Arthur nodded and looked at himself. His ankle was most likely sprained, and one wing was sore. He had dirt and dried blood all over him and his toga was also dirty. Arthur looked at the lake and tried to make out how deep it was.
Even being an angel, once your wings were wet you could not fly until they dried off. Arthur could not swim. He gulped and slipped a hand into the water. He couldn't feel the bottom of the lake, even right next to the edge. He took his hand out of the water and looked at himself again. If he took his robe off, he would completely vulnerable. He had to get washed off though. He looked at Alfred who was turned around and not facing Arthur. Arthur nodded to himself and untied the gold belt around his waist. He slowly slipped off his toga and gold sandals and laid them on the grass. Folding his wings behind his back, Arthur put his legs into the water. He slowly slid down and held onto the edge of the lake as his body was eased into the water.
"Y-you can do this Arthur." He encouraged himself as he let go of the edge with one hand and held on with the other. He was barely keeping his head above the water with one hand holding onto the edge, but it would have to do. He slowly started to wipe off the dirt on his body with his free hand. Not making any progress, he held back onto the edge with both hands.
"Arthur." Arthur was surprised and jumped; losing his grip on the edge and slipping into the water. He reached for something but found nothing to hold onto.
Chappie 2... Reviews are loved!