It took hours for the door to open, or it felt that way to Feliciano. For all he knew, it could have been just minutes. He was losing the little sense of time he had to start with. He heard Gilbert excitedly talking in another language. From his accent, Feliciano thought it was German or at least Germanic. Then there was another voice; one that sounded angry and deeper than Gilbert's. Feliciano thought there was arguing going on and then there was a door slam and silence.

"I'm sorry about that," Feliciano heard. It was a different voice, so he assumed that meant that this was Ludwig. It must have been Gilbert that left. The blindfold was taken off of the angel and he could finally see where he was and what Ludwig looked like.

Feliciano had never seen a demon like Ludwig. At first, he was sure that this was a human at least because this wasn't what demons looked like. He had never been told demons could like nice and put together. He had been told they were terrible, revolting creatures. If they looked human, they would look like some of the worst humans. They would be disfigured in one way or another, they would be dressed in horrible clothing (though Feliciano wasn't quite sure what that exactly meant), they would look like they were being tortured.

"Are you a human?" Feliciano heard himself whisper. He hadn't even thought about asking; the words just slipped out.

Ludwig shook his head and leaned down to take Feliciano's hands out of their bindings. "No, I'm a demon. And you were a gift from my brother." He moved around the angel and held the bindings on his wings for a moment. "If I take these off, you can't fly away. I know you have no reason to trust me, but you can't get back to Heaven from here. And if you leave my house there are other demons that would, and have, kill to have an angel." After his warning, he took the bindings off of Feliciano's wings. He grabbed for one when the angel spread out his wings, but he pulled his hand back when he realized Feliciano was only stretching them out.

"You don't look like a demon," Feliciano said, leaning his head back to look at Ludwig. "You look like a human."

"And you look like a human with angel wings," Ludwig countered. "I prefer this form instead of the one they offered me when I got here. I assume you prefer your more human form as well."

Feliciano picked his head back up and then turned around on the sofa to face Ludwig. "I don't really know what you mean. I don't have other forms. I'm just...me."

"I suppose it must be because you ended up in Heaven. You get to keep the form you had on Earth. You probably don't even remember how you died." Ludwig was nearly scowling, but Feliciano didn't think he was mad at him but at his own self instead. Or with the hand he was dealt in death.

Feliciano reached a hand out and gently took Ludwig's. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Ludwig," the demon told him, allowing him to hold onto his hand out of curiosity.

"Ludwig." Feliciano smiled as he said the name. It made Ludwig blush lightly. "That's a nice name. I'm Feliciano, but you can call me Feli." He thought for a moment, then frowned and tilted his head. "If I can't leave your house and I can't get back to Heaven, what am I going to do?"

Ludwig sighed and pulled his hand away from Feliciano's. "You're just going to have to stay here. You were a gift from Gilbert, so I guess I shouldn't make you leave or endanger you. I suppose I can put you to work here. Clean the house and make sure everything's alright while I'm at work. Make meals for me. Things like that. I guess that could help me. Relieve me of some stress."

"You're under stress?" Feliciano asked, wide-eyed.

"Of course I'm under stress! That's the lightest of punishments they would give me after I rose through the ranks!" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose for a short moment as he composed himself again. "Get up. I'll show you around the house and let you know some of the things you'll need to do."