Hey, you guys. I'm back. And finally updating this. I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I've been sick and stuff of that sort.Oh, and please review, and something. I really love all of you who do.And, one last thing, do any of you Role-Play on here? Just asking, because I know some people do.Sorry, get on with reading.
~LustfulKitten.
When Matthew finally came to he was laying on cold hard concert, he could tell that much. But, he couldn't see anything at all. It was far too dark to see even inches away from him.
Where was he? Why was he here?
Matthew moved to try and get up, but fund he'd been chained to the wall. He jerked against the restraints to no avail. He groaned loudly and went slack against the wall.
The Angel tried to move his wings, but something was binding them to his back, so it was painful to try and force them to move at the moment.
He closed his eyes, and lay up against the wall, trying to come up with a plan to get out of this place. Wherever this place was.
That's when everything that had happened popped back into the Angel's mind. That albino demon must have put him here, or had given Matthew to someone that put him here.
Mathew's teeth snapped together in anger. If he was in the underworld, there was no way he'd get home without a demon's help. He let out a defeated sigh and began to look around for a way to escape.
But, from what he could see there was none. He was stuck here.
He eased his eyes closed once again, figuring that he might as well sleep a bit longer. After all, he was stuck with nothing better to do at the moment.
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Gilbert stood beside his father listening to him and another upper level demon talk.
Ludwig didn't have to be here because he was out with Feliciano yet again. Ludwig almost never let the little Italian-sounding Angel out his sight.
Gilbert couldn't blame Ludwig, he wanted to get back down to the cellar and see Matthew again.
Gilbert finally had his own slave and he was thrilled. His father knew about Matthew but didn't know what he looked like.
As soon as Gilbert had gotten back to his home he'd taken Matthew to the cellar to hide him away from other demons and to be sure he wouldn't wake up too soon and escape. That would be bad.
An Angel wouldn't last long in the Underworld.
Gilbert vaguely listened to his father's conversation with the other demon. Gilbert, at that moment, was lost in his own thoughts about Matthew.
Was he awake? Would he be very angry? How long would it take to teach his right from wrong?
It didn't take Ludwig long to teach Feli, but Feli was a scared-y cat. So, was too afraid to fight back.
Would Matthew be like that? Probably not, Gilbert figured, remembering the fight before hand. Matthew was definitely not a scared-y cat.
The other demon that was talking to his father bowed and walked away, which brought Gilbert back to reality. He looked over at his father with a begging expression.
His father waved his hand, "Go on."
Gilbert grinned widely, bowed to his father and took off out of the room, leaving his father standing there shaking his head.
Gilbert ran down the hallway, swerving to avoid other demons and servants. He got annoyed looks and some soft spoken "excuse me"s from the servants. Gilbert ignored it all. He had somewhere he needed to be.
He rushed to the cellar and produced an old Skeleton key from his pocket. He quickly unlocked the heavy door and pushed it open, and then he retrieved his key from the lock. He was sure to lock shut and lock the door back once inside.
Gilbert took a deep breath and headed down the steps into the growing darkness. At the bottom step he stopped and blew on one of the fire lamps on the wall. It instantly lit itself, lighting all the other lamps on the walls.
Gilbert smirked and walked deeper into the now lit up room. No one but himself and his father had keys to this cellar, so he was sure Matthew would be fine here.
He smiled widely when he saw the bound up Angel asleep against the brick wall. He knew that Matthew couldn't be comfortable. He felt kind of bad, but there was nowhere else to put the Angel.
Gilbert could have put him in his room for safe keeping. But, there was the risk someone would go into his room, or Matthew would figure a way out.
Angels could be quite cunning when they needed to be.
So, this was his best bet for keeping Matthew safe until he woke up.
He walked closer to Matthew's sleeping form. He was just too cute! Gilbert could feel his loneliness slowly melting away a bit at a time.
He leaned down and touched the Angel's cheek softly, smiling. He wasn't supposed to care for anyone or anything, but he was catching himself caring about the Angel.
Gilbert's hurt shoulder was completely healed now, and the Holy Dagger was put up in his room, where Matthew and anyone else couldn't find it. It might just come in handy.
Gilbert unlocked the shackles on Matthew wrist and pulled the Angel into his arms. He held him close to his chest and looked down at him. He was adorable asleep, but then again Gilbert figured he was always adorable.
He walked back up to the wall lamp and blew on it once again. This time, however, it went out. After all the flames were out Gilbert carried Matthew up the stairs.
He reached the top step and closed his eyes. When he opened they were in Gilbert's large room. He walked over to the bed and dropped the Angel onto the bed.
Gilbert was planning on making the next door room Matthew's. But, he had to work on it some before he could leave Matthew alone in it.
As it was he could get away far too easy. And, that was the last thing Gilbert wanted.
He looked at the sleeping Angel and frowned. He debated to himself about taking the binding off the Angel's wings. Gilbert shook his head after a minute.
No, not this soon, he decided.
He leaned back against the wall watching the Angel sleep.
Gilbert grew bored of that rather quickly, however. So, Gilbert eased forward and shook Matthew's shoulder.
Matthew's bright angelic eyes opened quickly and focused on Gilbert after a moment. The Angel's reaction was instant. Matthew jumped up and quickly backed into one the corners of the largely over seized room.
Gilbert put his hands in the air with a slightly shocked expression. But, the shocked look melted away and anger replaced it. If Gilbert was ever going to teach Matthew anything he'd have to start being harsh.
"Over here now!" He snapped in a loud, harsh voice. He pointed at the bed, his eyes never leaving the angel's.
Matthew glared at the demon. "No!" He snapped back, looking around the room widely, like a caged animal. He was searching for anyway out. He rushed to the door, but Gilbert was there first.
Matthew hadn't realized but the demon's tail, horns, and wings had been gone before. But, they were back now. His eyes were also glowing brightly.
Matthew knew enough about demon's to know Gilbert was pissed. For the first time he felt afraid of Gilbert. Nope, not afraid, he decided. He was terrified of him.
He'd been taught when a demon got this mad, to flee quickly. But, Matthew had nowhere to go. He was stuck with a pissed demon. Not a good thing at anytime. And, if he screamed he knew no one would help him. Plus his punishment would be worse. He thought about just going and sitting on the bed.
That, however, was too easy and Matthew would feel like he was loosing.
So, Matthew launched himself at the demon. He tried to kick Gilbert in the chest, but Gilbert grabbed his ankle and threw him into the wall. Matthew hit the wall hard and crumpled to the ground.
He took a few deep breathes, but stayed still. Gilbert walked forward and stepped on Matthew's chest. "Now, now, if you'd just behave this won't happen. I didn't want to hurt you. But, I had no choice." His voice was velvety soft, not angry like before.
Matthew didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one.
He wanted to get up run, fight, do something. But, Gilbert's foot was on his chest holding him to the floor. Along with that, Matthew doubted he could get up at the moment. He'd hit the wall rather hard.
So, Matthew lay on the floor limply under the demon's heavy foot. Matthew opened his eyes slowly and blinked. Gilbert's wings, tail, and horns were gone. Along with the glowing of his crimson eyes.
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief. He eased his eyes closed again, even if the demon had calmed down a lot, Matthew could tell he was still pissed.
Soon, the weight of Gilbert's foot was gone, and Matthew opened his eyes again. "You won't do that again, will you?" Gilbert asked, his voice soft, but laced with anger, it was frightening to say the least.
Matthew nodded slowly, because he didn't trust his voice at the moment. "Good!" Gilbert snapped. "That better not happen again," He continued, "Or, I will punish you."
Matthew slowly pushed himself off the cold floor. He wanted to be back in heaven with his family and friends. He felt absolutely homesick. He shakily stood and looked at Gilbert.
"I-I'm sorry," He cursed the stutter in his mind. He needed to act strong if he was going to survive here. He also needed Gilbert's help in getting home. He reminded himself to behave from now on. Pissing of the demon that brought you here and could take you back was not a good idea.
Matthew watched Gilbert carefully, and Gilbert did the same to Matthew.
From downstairs there were voices talking. A German accent and an Italian one. The voice caught Matthew's attention. Could it be?Gilbert smirked, "My brother is home. Come. But, behave or your punishment will be horrid."
Matthew could do nothing but meekly nod and follow Gilbert down a large flight of stairs. The whole castle was dark; Matthew missed the light and welcoming feel of Heaven every minute he was here.
The reached the bottom of the staircase Matthew's face brightened. It was him! Feliciano! The Italian angel had gone missing over two years ago, and Matthew had missed him greatly.
Ludwig and Feliciano looked up and the Italian's face brightened as well. He rushed forward and hugged Matthew, hard. "Matthew," He screamed happily. "Matthew couldn't help but smile at his old friend's happiness. Finally a familiar face agonist all these horrible strangers.
"Feli," Matthew said, after he'd been released from the tight hug. "It's been too long; it's amazing to see again. You look . . . well."
The other Angel nodded, "Ludwig takes good care of me. Uh, but why are you here?"
Matthew looked down, "He caught me." He gestured to the albino tat his side.
"Oh, Gilbert? Really? Well, he's a nice guy. He'll take care of you. It's not all bad here. So don't be so glum. At least you're not alone anymore. And neither am I." The Italian chirped happily.
Matthew nodded, smiling slightly. This was all so much to take in. He hardly caught that the two brother demons were talking in hushed voices a few feet away.
Matthew shook it off and turned back to Feliciano again. "Are you hungry, Matthew? I could make some pasta. That is if Ludwig and Gilbert don't mind."
At hearing their names the German's head's both turned. "I wanted to make pasta for me and Matthew, if you don't mind." Ludwig nodded, and reluctantly as did Gilbert.
Feliciano dashed off pulling Matthew behind himself, going on about how his pasta was still the best and Ludwig loved the stuff.
Matthew glanced behind himself to see Gilbert watching his closely. But, he turned around to talk to Ludwig. So Matthew turned his attention back to where they were heading.
I hope you liked it. Bluh, I swear it will get better, and soon too.Bye-bye for now. And have a very merry Christmas!~ ~LustfulKitten!~