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Chapter 5
Arthur stared pointedly at the stairs just below his Boss's sandaled feet. Alfred, on the other hand, looked God straight in the face, and gaped.
"Keep your mouth closed, git." Arthur elbowed Alfred in the gut, snapping him out of his stupor.
"But I know that guy!" Alfred hissed. Wait. Now God's a woman! That's freaking awesome!
"Everyone know Him, idiot. That's why he's God."
Alfred's eyes remained wide and shinning, though he closed his mouth.
"Alfred." It seemed more of a question than a statement the way He asked it, golden eyes twinkling. His formed changed back into a man.
"Ya…?" Alfred's mouth dropped hideously open again.
"Do you know why you're here today?" God asked, leaning back casually in his throne. An electric guitar appeared in his lap out of nowhere. The guitar's appearance shocked Alfred out of his trace, his eyes snapping away from God's golden ones. Only Alfred seemed to find the gesture… odd.
I guess this is normal...
"Uh…." He'd been droning on for to long now. "I think I'm here to collect my memories and become an angel. Sir." Or is it 'Mam'? Can I just call him God? Does he consider that his first name? IDK!
Alfred felt the sweat drip down the back of his neck. God nodded his bearded face slowly, mulling the thought over as if it were new to him. He stopped his stroking of the guitar. He seemed to be debating changing into a woman again.
"I can't do that." He finally stated, his look piercing Alfred's soul. Alfred felt himself deflate.
Why not? He couldn't say the words. What's so horrible you can't give me my memories back?
"With all due respect, Sir, why not?" Arthur asked, gaze lowered to the ground in a bow. "Withholding memories from their rightful owner seems awfully inhumane."
God took a deep breath, rubbing his temples in exasperation. "I'll ask you for the third time to leave Alfred's memories alone." God stated. "It is for the best."
For the best? How is this the best? Alfred's mind screeched. His body was still immobilized – the perfumed air seemed to be numbing his powers. He still couldn't get over the fact that's God's feet were freaking gorgeous. Does this guy get pedicures everyday?! I'll have to ask Arthur…
"The third time, sir?" Arthur looked up now. "I beg your pardon, but this is the first time we've approached you on this topic."
"No." A flat statement. Inarguable. "The fist time was when Alfred was still a human. When he was dying, he asked that his memories be taken away from him."
I don't remember that. Wait…of course I wouldn't…
"So," God continued, "with no memories, he was created as a demon. He could have approached me right after his creation. Instead, he waited a year before coming to me, asking about his memories. That was the second time. Now you come to me again, asking for Alfred's memories back."
Both Alfred and Arthur gulped, already cringing at the inevitably negative verdict.
"So I will give them to you."
Both stood stock still, wondering if they'd heard wrong. Shaking their heads out, Alfred recovered first.
"Seriously? You'll give me my memories?" Alfred screeched, voice an octave too high.
God simply nodded, a little gravely if anything.
"This is wonderful!" Arthur turned and hugged Alfred, to giddy to find it awkward.
"I will warn you once more." God's voice boomed, commanding for the first time. "Those memories were locked away for good reason, at your own request, Alfred." His eyes smoldered down at them. "Don't take your human form's judgment so lightly."
Alfred fidgeted under the master angel's gaze, uncomfortable in the bright light that surrounded them. "This isn't a mistake, sir. Having my memories back is a necessity. A necessity that I cannot live without." He stated confidently.
God's gaze remained unwavering, all knowing, and prying through Alfred's soul in a heartbeat. "The choice is yours." He finally conceded, giving a slight wave of his hand.
Alfred sighed in relief. "Thank you thank you thank you!"
Don't thank me. Not until you see. God whispered into Alfred's mind. Take your memories away from Heaven. Bring the vial back to your home, and then consume them in private. Drinking in one's memories as if it were a bottle of liquor all at once can be…overwhelming.
God gave Alfred no further instruction. A tiny blue vial appeared in front of Alfred, and he eagerly took it.
Go.
Alfred immediately disappeared, in the middle of waving 'bye' to Arthur. Back to Hell he traveled. Back to where he would consume his memories and learn his true past.
Arthur was about to take off before God stopped him with his gaze.
"Arthur. I have something you need to see before you go to your friend again." God said, beckoning the angel forward.
Arthur cautiously approached his superior, keeping his gaze down. God extended vial identical to Alfred's to Arthur, with a set of what looked to be ear buds attached.
"What's this?" Arthur asked, taking the vial and ear buds in his hands.
"It's another copy of Alfred's memories, attached to a device that will let you watch through them. As one of Alfred's friends-" Your heart will be broken. God didn't say that. "You need to know Alfred's past."
Arthur nodded confidently, curiosity bubbling up inside of him.
"I will. Thank you master!" Arthur skipped off to his chambers, already slipping the ear buds in.
He didn't see the devastated look God gave him from behind. I'll see both of you back here soon…too soon…
Arthur finally settled down into his cozy hammock, nestled amongst the clouds like a birds nest. Walls of clouds roamed on by around him, like flocking sheep.
Leaning back into his soft cushions, Arthur closed his eyes, and flipped the vial's lid open.
Immediately, his vision was colored by Alfred's memories.
He sat in a room decorated with garland, sweet Christmas spices inhaled with every breath. It was Christmas dinner, and the holiday spirit was infectious.
"Alfred!" a woman's voice called. Sweet, calming, beautiful, it beckoned him into the dinning room.
"Amelia!" Arthur felt his arms lurch forward in a hug. "Thanks for making dinner, honey. It looks beautiful."
Honey? Arthur thought skeptically. Who exactly is this Amelia woman?
Arthur felt himself kiss the woman, passion flowing in his veins.
Oh God. Arthur felt the urge to wipe his lips of the woman's lipstick. It was rather unnerving living through Alfred's memories in his place – emotions included. He loves her? Arthur was shocked. He was shaking now.
Amelia batted her long lashes at him, giving him an affectionate pat on the cheek.
"Let's put my cooking to the test then, shall we?" Amelia smirked attractively, settling herself in a chair opposite Arthur. It was just the two of them.
"So, Amelia." Arthur felt his eyes bore into the woman's. "I've been thinking."
Amelia hummed from across the table, delicately chewing a slice of ham.
"We've been together for over 2 years now."
Oh. I see where this is going. Arthur groaned. Next comes the proposal…
Arthur felt himself get down on one knee.
Here it goes…
"Will you marry me, Amelia?" Arthur looked up hopefully at the woman, eyes shinning.
Amelia's hands went over her mouth at the sight of the ring, tears budding at the corners of her eyes. "Of course I will, Alfred!" she shrieked, pulling him into a hug.
Arthur could practically eat the ooey gooey lovey dovey feelings. It was disgusting, actually. Except that this was Alfred… Not that I want that or anything… Arthur sniffed.
Arthur felt the body he was inhabiting shift.
Oh great. They're going to make out again! Arthur thought in horror.
Just as he was leaning forward to press his lips to Amelia's, the room froze. It grew dreadfully cold in the blink of an eye. Arthur felt his heart rate accelerate – a sense of dread loomed over Alfred.
What's going on? Arthur thought in alarm. This feeling…this presence…I recognize it!
Author's Note: Hahaha - cliffhanger! Sorry this story is getting oddly intense, it was supposed to be lighthearted...oh well. Let me know what you think! I had a lot of problems with this chapter (ahem: God), so I wanna know how I did! Also, reviews are just really nice :)