Warning: swearing. Please read the A/N.
The woods were thick masses of low hanging branches. Gilbert was careful to where he stepped not wanting to trip over a branch and almost kill himself and the small angel that is currently passed out in his arms. They were able to dress the wound with some cloth, but Matthew still passed out. Apparently Matthew faints at the sight of a lot of would have preferred flying, but considering it was still daylight, someone might see.
Lovino was pissed off as the Spanish demon, known as Antonio, kept disturbing him with questions.
"What's your name?"
"Lovino."
"So…Lovi."
"What the fuck is a Lovi?!"
"I thought angels couldn't swear!" Alfred just had to interrupt.
"Shut-up your stupid blond-headed bastard!"
"So what is your favorite type of music?"
"Fuck off."
And that was how their conversation ended…well for Lovino at least. Antonio continued to talk.
Fifteen minutes of walking through the woods, they finally hit a log cabin. It looked small and cozy, and it looked like it was well maintained, but no one had lived there for years. Gilbert's grandfather made sure to cast charms around the cabin to make sure that intruders, whether they were demons, angels, humans, or any other creatures, wouldn't get in.
Gilbert said a small spell in the demon language, it was a variety of clicks and noises that almost sounded like animal was off in the distance, he did it in a low voice to make the illusion that it was animals in the distance.
"Finally we're here!" yelled Alfred who was tired of walking the hell-hound.
"Alfred tie the hell-hound up in the front!" Gilbert ordered, which followed a whine from the demon. .
Gilbert walked into the house, which opened to a huge living room that looked like they stepped into a mansion.
The ceilings were high and there was lights, not all candles. There were big couches that could easily sit 6 to 8 people on them. When Lovino walked in he stared at the place in awe. This was only the living room. The kitchen, although looked small, had the latest technology. Gilbert's grandfather made the cabin small, and when he would come down to Earth, he said it was a humbling home. When his grandfather gave the cabin to Gilbert, Gilbert went crazy and completely gutted the home. He needed to remodel for the home to suit his 'awesomeness'.
"Did we step into a fucking mansion! Look at this place?!" Lovino says.
"It was my grandfathers. I am going to put Matthew in a room meantime…" Gilbert was cut off by Alfred walking in. Alfred looked tired from tying up the hell hound, and he was finally going to sit down and rest!
"Alfred, you can go get the other Angel." Gilbert says. Alfred groans…he didn't want to, but he did kind of wanted to see the Angel, Arthur, again. He slowly gets up and walks out the door. His shoulders hunched, he slammed the oak door in annoyance as he walked out.
"Why are you taking Matthew to your room?" Lovino asked skeptically.
"I need to heal him." Gilbert said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His red eyes showed annoyance, 'The longer it takes for him to be healed the more danger we're in!' Gilbert thinks.
"Whatever you're going to do you can tell me!" Lovino says. Antonio looked worried. He knew how Gilbert could be when he was annoyed.
"Lovi-" Antonio started
"Don't call me Lovi!" Lovino said.
"I can explain what he is going to do, but you have to trust him." Antonio says seriously. He didn't want anyone to be hurt because Gilbert gets mad, or worse, that Matthew becomes a Dark Angel.
"Fine bastard. But listen to me albino-demon bastard you hurt him-" Lovino says as he points to Matthew. "And I will personally rip you to shreds!" Lovino threatened.
Gilbert nodded. He knew he was going to be threatened.
Alfred had decided to fly this time. There was no way in hell he was walking again, plus it was dark now and no human was out this late at night.
Alfred loved the feeling he had flying. He could feel everything, it felt nice, cool, refreshing almost. All too soon he saw the streetlamps of the park. The small blond-headed Angel wasn't there yet.
Alfred landed on the ground, as he predicted, no humans in sight. Alfred decided he would sit on a bench and wait for the Angel. Although the place looked really cold, Alfred only felt gusts of wind blow at him. There was the soft smell of pine in the air, the lights illuminated the cement walk way of the park. He could see a small play ground by the chair he was sitting on. It seemed peaceful.
Soon he heard a woosh sound and saw a blond head crouched and two massive white wings cover his body. He then stood. Alfred could see his dazzling green eyes, although they were filled with annoyance.
"Let's go!" Arthur said obviously wanting to see his friends.
"Well that's one way to make sure a human catches you." Alfred said smugly.
"Oh shut it! It's too late at night for humans to even be here!" Arthur said even more annoyed, which just caused Alfred to laugh.
Alfred clapped Arthur on the back and said
"Let's go then"
Two massive black and silver wings sprouted from Alfred's shoulders.
Arthur blushed…That was not…spectacular…it wasn't Arthur thought obviously lying to himself.
Arthur and Alfred soon felt a brush of air as they both took to the night sky, heading towards the stars above.
When they were above all the trees and away from the streetlights of the city, all that illuminated the sky was the light of the moon. To Alfred, it made Arthur's skin glow.
Alfred was always different from the other Demons. He was deemed too nice. He could hold his own in a fight, but people thought he was a bit off. He let his emotions control him, more than most Demons do (other than Antonio). It didn't bother him that he was thinking about Arthur a little more than he should, but what bothered him was that he was thinking about an angel like this! Like he was a school girl with a crush!
No! I can't think like that! Alfred thinks to himself. Then he smells a scent, a very strong scent that was different than most Demons… he knew it couldn't be Antonio or Gilbert…they weren't that close to the Cabin. Even Arthur stopped in mid-flight.
"Do you smell that?" Arthur asked. The scent itself was a strong putrid scent. It smelt like week-old garbage, rotten milk, and sulfur all mixed together…and Alfred knew why.
"Arthur." Alfred said in a warning tone.
Alfred could feel that they were no longer alone in the space above the trees. He could almost feel them.
"Run." Alfred said without a second thought.
"Why?" Arthur asked dismissively.
"Rouges." Alfred said, and almost immediately a bat-like humanoid creature with wicked teeth and a hideous form to match and no eyes, flew towards Arthur.
Arthur was able to take down the low level demon easily, just a few hand to hand throws and a simple chant and the demon was gone.
Rouges were, although lower level, henchmen to the king of hell himself. They are called Rouges, because they mostly fend for themselves and live on their own…until they are called.
"Seriously, that's what you're scared of?" Arthur asked laughing at Alfred.
Rouges are usually only called in a time of need. And…
"They never travel alone." Alfred says as they hear screeching off in the distance.
"Bloody hell!" Arthur says as he grabs Alfred and they both fly to get away…
To be continued in the next chapter…
A/N: I am so sorry. I have been really busy, and then I struggled with writers block too! I swear this chapter was supposed to be a lot longer, but I decided to split it in two! I promise I will update this weekend! The next chapter will have a little more action, and more everything! I promise I will update. I am so busy though... school is killing me. I have so many things to do... not to mention my internet is on the fritz. I honestly don't know if/when it will go out again (good news that will hopefully get fixed soon...but idk when). I promise to update this weekend. I have a plan and am already writing the next chapter so...yeah. Please review. No hate comments though! (P.S I know this chapter seems a little rushed... but the next one won't seem like that *I hope*)
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