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Lukas stared awkwardly at the boy across from him. The other stared back, pulling his white bear a bit closer to his chest. Neither one of them had any idea of what to say.

Finally the boy with the bear- Matthew, Mathias had said his name was- spoke up. "I'm sorry about your brother."

"I'm not. He got what he deserved." Lukas replied. After a minute, he added, "What happened to your brother?"

"Uh, why don't we talk about this somewhere else? Like down on Earth."

"Um, sure."

Lukas followed Matthew down to Earth. Instead of just landing at the nearest place, Matthew seemed to be going to a certain location.

They landed in a small town somewhere in North America (Lukas couldn't tell if it was Northern United States or Southern Canada.)

"Why'd you want to come down here?" The silver haired angel asked.

"I feel safer to talk about things farther away from Heaven." And God. Lukas picked up on the unspoken words.

"You know, no matter where we go we're under his protection." And his watch.

"Yes, I know. It's more of a feeling than anything. You understand, right?"

"Of course." Sometimes even angels need to feel alone. "So, what is this place?"

"This is where Al and I grew up." Matthew explained. "After we died, we kept coming back. It was nice to see the people we knew grow up. I thought it was just nice to take a trip down memory lane, but Alfred didn't feel quite the same way. He felt like he was still connected to these people. I never realized how dangerous that could be. We need to be equally attached to all humans. The only one we should be loyal to is our Lord. Al lost sight of that and that's why he Fell.

We were sitting on the curb watching traffic like we used to, talking about nothing. We watched a man start to cross the street. I barely paid attention until I heard a car approaching. We could both tell that it wasn't going to stop. I turned away- there was nothing I could do. I hadn't been given any orders to save the man. But Alfred ignored that fact and flew to save the man. He managed it, which is probably the worst part. Before he could do anything else, I grabbed him and dragged him away. We went back to Heaven as quickly as possible. I begged him to repent, to admit he'd made a mistake, but he wouldn't. He said he did what was right and any world that couldn't see that was a world he didn't want to be a part of. That was the last I saw of him before he was called to speak to the Lord. He quickly said goodbye and that was the last I saw of him. On our side, anyway."

Lukas refused to think too much about any similarities in their stories and instead asked, "He tried to talk to you after he Fell, didn't he?"

"For a while." Matthew admitted. "It was horrible to see him like that. He looked completely different, but I could tell he was the same on the inside. He wanted me to believe he wasn't evil, but I wouldn't listen. He did everything he could, but I fought him at every turn, just like I was supposed to. Eventually he gave up, and I was finally allowed to move on."


"Erik, you have to at least meet him!" Francis cried in exasperation.

"I'm not moving." The boy declared, planting himself more firmly where he stood in his doorway.

"Fine! I'll just bring him here." The Frenchman left the room, muttering something in his native language under his breath. He came back with a blonde Fallen angel next to him. Erik barely glanced at him before purposely looking in another direction but saw that he had glasses and a large cowlick.

"Hey, dude! My name is Alfred F. Jones, you can call me Alfred or Al. So, what's your name?"

When Erik didn't react, Francis answered for him. "His name is Erik and he's having a bit of brother troubles. I figured you would be the best to help him."

Al looked at the boy with sympathy. "You left your brother in Heaven?"

Erik made no noise but nodded slightly.

"The same thing happened to me. I missed him so much- I still do. I tried to contact him for months, even years. I wanted him to understand and see that we could still be brothers, but he just ignored me. He betrayed me."


Eventually, Matthew's bear and Mr. Puffin had left them to find food. Honestly, Lukas was glad. He still wasn't sure he liked that bird.

"When did you get your bear?" The silver-haired angel asked.

"Kumamani? A couple of months after Alfred Fell." The statement made the other freeze. "I'm training him to guide humans."

When Lukas recovered from the initial shock and found his voice, he said, "M-me too."

As they fell back into silence, suspicion overtook the younger. They had both gotten an animal to train not long after their brothers Fell. It had to be a coincidence, right? Or maybe the experiance of losing a brother made them better suited to train them? As much as he wanted to believe that, darker ideas filled him. Perhaps they were spies, making sure he and Matthew had no rebellious thoughts?

No. Even if that were true, he would have no problem. He was loyal. Besides, God was all powerful and all seeing anyway. How was this any different?

Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit offended. Didn't God trust him? Hadn't he proven that he was still good by fighting Erik at every turn?

"What's wrong?" Matthew asked. "You feel like you're angry all of a sudden."

"What?"

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't tell you. I can sense emotions." He looked away shyly. "It's for my job. I help people during the darkest times of their lives. Like a temporary Guardian Angel."

"Cool." Lukas said without much feeling. He felt a bit guilty because he hadn't thought about what Matthew's job was, even for a split second. "I'm a Miracle Worker."

"That must be exciting." The boy buried his head in his knees and seemed to be debating whether or not to say something. After Lukas prompted him to go on, he added, "Alfred was a Miracle Worker. He loved it."

The silver haired meant to stay quiet despite the silent question he felt the other asking, but gave in. "Erik collected the souls of the dead after judgment."

"Did he like it?"

"I don't think so. He never liked people. I don't know why he never put in for a transfer or something. He probably just liked how much free time it gave him."


Alfred was the embodiment of everything Erik hated about people. He was loud, annoying, stupid, and distractible. But Erik had put up with Mathias for years, so he would be able to deal with the American.

What surprised him was just how similar their situations were. They both desperately wanted to get their brothers back, but were being rejected. He hated to admit it, but he felt a kind of connection to Alfred.

That did not, however, mean that he would be nice to him.

Somehow, Alfred and Francis had wormed their way inside his home and sitting on his floor while he sat in a chair (currently the only piece of furniture in his living room and only thing he figured he'd really need).

"Why are you doing this Francis?" Erik asked bluntly.

"Doing what?" The Frenchman played innocent even though the other was sure he understood.

"Why did you bring him here?"

"Because I have important advice for you." Alfred answered for him. "Something I wish someone had told me when I came down here. Well, lots of people told me, but someone who I knew had gone through it themselves."

"And what's that?"

"Don't go after your brother. He won't talk to you. It's only going to end in heartbreak." He said sadly. "The sooner you give up the less it'll hurt."

Erik was silent as he tried to process this. Then he looked at them with defiance in his eyes. "No. You may be weak, but I'm not. I will never give up. And one day Lukas will see the truth. I can guarantee you that."


"We should probably go back soon." Matthew said.

"Yeah." Lukas agreed, but first he wanted to ask the questions that had bothering him all day. "I just have one more thing to ask you."

"What's that?"

"Do you hate Alfred?" Not that he said it out loud it sounded a bit childish, but luckily Matthew didn't seem to take it that way. He looked away and thought for a minute, probably trying to find the right words, before answering.

"No. I should, but I can't. I can't bring myself to hate him while I still remember all the good times we had together. I'm mad at him but, in truth, I miss him more than anything."

Lukas nodded and they went to find their animals then back to Heaven. The entire time he was thinking he couldn't get too close the Matthew. He was sure the boy with the bear would Fall one day if he missed someone who had turned on God.