This part is from Erik's point of veiw. It starts where the story starts and goes through the first day. Also, this and the next chapeter were supposed to be one, but since this is already the longest one so far (and it had a good ending point), I decided to split them in two.

"Erik, don't!" The angel felt his brother grab onto his arm and try to hold him back.

"Somebody needs to put that guy in his place!" Erik growled. As much as he hated the thought of what he was about to do, it had it to be done and end he had made up his mind that he was going to be the one to do.

"He's God! He is in his place!" Lukas argued and Erik could feel him flapping his wings to try and get more force against his movement. It didn't even slow the older brother down.

"He needs to realize that he can't just do whatever he wants."

"He can though! Please, just drop it. Don't be stupid." Lukas pleaded. Erik felt horrible, but he was doing this for him.

"I'm sorry, but I have to." He said gently. "I'm not just going to talk to him. Ask him to change the rules. If he says no, I'll drop it. Okay?"

"Fine." Lukas said, but Erik could tell that he was still worried.

Erik leaned forward and hugged his little brother before he opened the large doors and walked in.

"Erik? I wasn't expecting you." God said. He looked disapproving when Erik neither kneeled nor averted his eyes, instead standing tall and staring directly at him.

"I know. There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Well, go ahead."

"I think you need to communicate with Satan and his minions. Not because they deserve it, but because we're getting hurt in conflicts, even killed. If we just talk to them, we'd be so much safer."

"No," He responded instantly. "I will never talk to that traitor."

"You're not even going to think about it?" Erik demanded in shock. "Not even for the sake of your angels?"

"I am never going to talk to him, and that's final. Now leave before I am forced to take drastic action."

Erik was about to do as he was told, when he remembered why he had finally made the choice to speak to God now, even though he had been thinking about this for a long time. Only a couple of days ago, Lukas had been attacked on the job. He was scratched up a bit, but nothing too bad and he healed within a day, but Erik knew he had gotten lucky and it could have easily been much worse.

With the memory in mind, he took out his hair pin and left it on the ground for his brother to remember him by. Then he looked up again and said, "I'm not going to leave. I know I'm right. And I have done nothing wrong, only suggested an idea that would help keep my friends and family safe. But you in all your eternal "righteousness" won't even consider it because of a stupid feud that happened centuries ago. If you hate him so much, why didn't you just kill him? Why don't you now? Is it that you don't have the will or the power?"

Anger flared in God's eyes. "You are way out of line. You have given me no choice but to Fall you."

Erik wounded briefly what it was going to be like to Fall. Then he got his answer. In the blink of an eye, he went from inside the room to outside falling towards earth. He tried to use his wings to slow down, but they wouldn't work. Despite his best efforts, he screamed. As his speed increased, his wings became to hurt. He looked back and saw that they were on fire. He closed his eyes as tears started to flow out of them but then opened them for the thought of not knowing when he was going to hit was more terrifying than anything else. He saw the ground growing nearer and in instinct put his hands in front of his face even though he knew it wasn't going to do anything.

But when the time came that he should have hit at a deadly speed, he just passed through and continued to fall. He felt the air around him warming up to an uncomfortable temperature and just wished for this to be over. He didn't care what happened to him when he finally landed, anything was better than the powerless felling this fall was giving him.

He had nearly lost his voice from screaming when he finally landed. For a minute he was grateful and took the chance to calm his heart. Then, as the adrenaline faded away, he realized he was in a pool of lava. He panicked and started screaming again, along with waving his arms, hoping someone would see him and help him.

He felt something grab his arm and stopped moving. Someone lifted him out of the lava just enough to get a better hold on him, then carried him to land. Erik collapsed and tried to catch his breath and slow his pulse. His savior just stood by him and waited. When it looked like the new Fallen was well enough to talk, he said, "You know that lava can't hurt you much. Its mostly for show."

"Why?" Erik growled.

"Well, you know, this is Hell." Then he laughed lightheartedly. "I am just kidding. We have been trying to remove that forever, but the man upstairs has just enough power to keep it there. It's such a shame. It really is quite a tacky way to greet people."

The newly Fallen angel stood up and brushed himself off. Deciding that whoever this man was, he deserved a bit of kindness for helping him, even if he wasn't in any real danger, he extended his hand and said, "I am Erik. And you are?"

"My name is Francis." The man said and shook his hand. "I was the first one to find you, so I guess I will show you around. We'll start by finding you a mirror so you can fix your hair."

As Francis started leading the way, Erik realized that because he had his hair pined up for so long, his bangs were now choppy and unequal. He sighed, adding that to the list of his current problems.

He also was having a difficult time figuring out where they were going. The landscape seemed to change on him. One minute it was flat and dark for as far as the eye could see, the next he was surrounded by flames. And it was so hot! He felt like he was going to vomit and then pass out.

"So, how did you Fall?" Francis asked.

After debating whether to tell him or not, Erik figured it couldn't hurt. "I proposed an idea to God that would help people, but he wouldn't listen. When I kept arguing, he sent me down here." Quieter, he said, "Now I'm just some demon."

Francis spun around to look into his eyes so fast he almost ran into him. For a moment he looked angry, then his eyes softened and his smile returned. "I forget that in Heaven they don't know the difference. You see, there is a great difference between demons, Fallen angels, and other creatures.

"Demons were born demons. They have never been anything different. After the First Rebellion, they allied themselves with our leader, Satan. But if they wanted to, they could still leave to work on their own.

"Then there is us, the Fallen angels. Most of us were angels who did something God didn't like. So he sent us down here as "punishment." Those up there do believe that this is a terrible fate. But really down here we get free will, good food, and a much more relaxed environment. The heat is a bit uncomfortable when you first get here, but then you can just go somewhere to cool down."

The Frenchman laughed. "But I'm getting ahead of myself. I meant to be talking about the different creatures you'll meet down here in Hell. There are two more important groups you'll want to know about; the various "mythical" creatures and the human souls.

"Mythical creatures have lost a lot of belief in them on Earth since Christianity has taken over, so now they spend most of their time down here. They are neutral and will work for us or God's minions for the right price, but most of those stuck up fools above refuse to even acknowledge their existence, so we tend to work with them more.

"Then there are the human souls that God didn't want. They pretty much get to do whatever they like, unless they're being punished. And we only punish some of them. It depends on their crime. You'll understand everything about that once you're down here long enough."

Erik felt his head swirling with all the new information as Francis started leading the way again.

After they walked for what felt like forever to Erik, the other finally announced, "Here we are!"

"There's nothing here." Erik growled.

"Just wait."

Half a minute later a line of fire as far as Erik could see in both directions began to blaze next to them. When Erik jumped back, Francis laughed. Damn, that laugh was already getting annoying.

Slowly the fire tamed until it was about a foot tall. Then he could see that it was about ten or fifteen feet across. Francis sat down next to the blaze.

"Why don't you join me?" the man asked. "This may take a minute."

Erik did as he was told. He watched the flames as he waited for whatever was going to happen. When he watched closely, he noticed something strange happening. The fire seemed to be flowing like a river.

"You're not imagining that." Francis spoke up as if he had read Erik's thoughts, much to the annoyance of the smaller boy who normally hid his emotions. If someone he'd just met could tell what he was thinking, he must be really shaken up. The Frenchman continued, "This is the river of fire. We have all sorts of strange landmarks around here. The longer you're here, the more you find."

"Okay." The other seemed slightly disappointed in Erik's answer.

"Hey, Francis," a creature called as he approached. It was about nine feet tall and very buff. It didn't wear a shirt and its skin was nearly yellow. As it came closer, Erik saw that it only had one eye.

"Cyclops." Francis whispered. Erik wanted to say that he knew, but held back. The Frenchman then called to the creature. "Terain, mon ami, I need a favor!"

"I realize that." Terain grunted. "But why should I help you?"

"I will cook you a delicious meal." The Fallen angel offered.

"You know I don't like your food. Too over done."

"Damn Cyclops. If you didn't like everything raw…" He muttered under his breath. "How about I bring you some delectable fruits? The devil knows you could use some vitamins in your diet."

"Bring me a goat." The monster stated.

"Fine, don't have any variety in your food. Don't blame me if you die of malnutrition."

"It takes more than that to kill me. Now what do you want?"

"We just need a ride back to the city."

"Both of you? That's two goats."

"Fine, fine, whatever."

Terain nodded then a rickshaw appeared next to him. Francis and Erik climbed in and the Cyclops grabbed the handles and started pulling them. He made it look surprisingly easy and was even able to run.

As they were riding, something occurred to Erik. "Why didn't we just fly?"

"Well, that's another thing about Hell." Francis explained. "If you try to fly a long way, you'll eventually get lost. It's one of God's dirty tricks. He made it a labyrinth of sorts to fly around down here. Besides, it's going to be a day or two before you can fly again."

"Oh."

Their path followed the river of fire for a while, before finally breaking away. That was when Erik lost all sense of direction. They could have been going in circles as far as he could tell.

Then he started to notice a small dot off in the distance in front of them that slowly started to grow into a large town. It was far from modern, as if it had been torn out of the sixteenth century. The sore thumb was a black stone tower stories above the rest of the city. It was hauntingly beautiful and somehow managed to appear both ancient and modern.

Terain stopped outside the tower and waited for the two Fallen angels to get out. Then he grabbed Francis's shirt and pulled him close.

"Two goats. By Monday. " He growled.

"But Monday is so soon. How about-"

"Monday." Terain had a deadly look in his eyes.

"Okay. Monday." The Cyclops dropped him and left with his rickshaw. Francis muttered, "It's not like you know what day it is anyway."

"Is everyone treated like that down here?" Erik asked.

"No, I just have a reputation for getting…distracted when I go topside."

The other didn't think he wanted to know exactly what that meant.

They walked into the building and found themselves in a lobby. Francis, with Erik in tow, walked up to the front desk.

"Bonjour." He said. The man slowly and regretfully looked up from his book.

"How may I help you?" He said uncaringly.

"This is Erik." The taller blonde explained. "He's new and he needs a place to stay."

The man behind the desk rolled his eyes and marked his page in his book. Then he spun around in his chair. He grabbed a set of keys off the wall and tossed them over his head to Francis. He turned back around and asked, "Happy?"

"Oui."

The Frenchman walked to the stairs in the corner of the room. Erik reluctantly followed him, realizing that he was going to have to walk up to whichever floor he was staying on.

"Don't worry." Francis said, once again sensing his mood. "Its not as far as it seems. And once your wings work you can just fly up there"

After about five minutes (Erik had no idea how many floors as it was a circular staircase and doors to the outside were too frequent to count.) The taller of the two entered one of the doors.

"Is this my floor?" Erik asked.

"Non. It's mine. I just need to grab something for you."

The newly Fallen angel had no idea what that meant and was a bit worried. He pushed it aside, knowing the other was his only chance down here.

Francis found his room and invited Erik in.

"Would you like something to eat?" The blonde offered. "I'm, one of the few people around here who actually makes their own food. Most just go down to the buffet." He sounded a bit disgusted by that fact.

"No, thank you." Erik said standing near the doorway, slightly mesmerized by Francis's house. He had never expected anything in Hell to be this…beautiful.

Everything was expertly placed together. Nothing seemed out of place or wrong at all. The floor was a beautiful dark wood and the furniture was tan. The walls ere painted dark blue but various paintings brightened up the room a lot, along with an excellent use of lighting.

Erik desired briefly to see the rest of the home, but shook the thought away.

"Ah, here it is!" Francis exclaimed and brought a dusty old book to the other blonde. "This should explain everything you need to know about Hell and being a Fallen angel. I remember it helped me so much when I first Fell. But there are very few copies in existence, so please be careful with it."

Erik nodded and muttered a thank you. He took the book and decided he would read it when he got to his living quarters.

They quickly walked back to the stair case and up a few more floors (much less than last time) until they left it again, this time to find Erik's new home.

Francis had no problem finding the door. The new member of Hell felt slightly disappointed to see that it was mostly empty, with black walls and a black stone floor.

"There should be a bed, a night stand, and a dresser." Francis informed him. "You may decorate it how ever you like, but you have to get everything on your own."

"Okay."

"Well, I'll just leave you then." Francis seemed worried, but left him anyway.

Not knowing what else to do, Erik found the bedroom, sat down and just thought.

He had lost so mush- his had lost everything- in just the course of a few hours. He wouldn't be able to talk to his friends, and worse his brother. They were enemies now.

But he and Lukas had always been so close. Everything Erik could ever remember doing, he had done for his little brother.

And now, he was supposed to fight Lukas. Maybe even hurt him.

Just the thought of hurting him made his stomach twist in knots and tears sting his eyes. For once, he let them flow instead of keeping them in.