Chapter 6

Still in Alfred's Memories (I just hate writing in Italics because it's harder to read). Just remember Arthur's watching this (and the thought in Italics is Arthur's)

Alfred gaped, quickly scooting back from Amelia. She was twitching uncontrollably, thrashing about in what seemed to be a seizure.

Recovering, Alfred quickly took her hand again, trying to sooth her.

"It's okay Amelia, it's okay. Calm down sweetie. Calm down! Deep breaths!" Alfred was almost screaming at her now.

She didn't even seem to be able to hear him.

And just as quickly as the seizure started, it stopped.

"Are you okay honey? Amelia? Can you answer me? Are you okay? How do you feel?" Alfred gently asked his love, concern clouding his vision.

"I-I'm fine…" Amelia panted. "I think I need a glass of water…I'll be right back…" Amelia got up on shaky legs, not looking Alfred in the eye.

"I'll get it for you." Alfred gently pushed her back into her seat, but she resisted.

"Let me get it myself." She mumbled, shoving him aside.

"Okay." Alfred let her slide past him, concern crinkling his brow. "Do you want me to call the doctor?" he asked tentatively.

"No." the door to the kitchen closed behind her. "Just give me a minute to catch my breath." Her voice sounded a little horse.

Alfred slid back into his chair, heart rate finally settling back into its normal rhythm.

A few minutes passed, and his fiancé didn't come out of the kitchen.

Alfred immediately sprang up, assuming the worst. "Amelia!" he shouted, pushing through the swinging door to the kitchen.

And he stopped dead in his tracks, pain flaring like a firework in his chest.

A kitchen knife protruded cleanly from his chest, his own blood staining the hilt red.

And his fiancé held the handle, smeared in her love's gore.

The man coughed and sank to his knees, shocked. Blood filled his lungs – he didn't have much time left.

"W-Why?" he managed to choke out.

Amelia crouched down next to Alfred, smoothing back a piece of his sweat slicked hair.

"It wasn't you Alfred." She whispered, red eyes glowing.

Wait…Your eyes changed! You're not Amelia!

"It was me." The knife thrust in deeper to Alfred's chest, causing him to scream in pure agony. His vision flickered black, then red. Then black again.

The Devil quickly silenced him with a kiss on the lips, sucking his last breath away with a kiss that started with life, and ended with death.

And then Alfred's vision went black.

Why? The painful thought lingered. Why?

Arthur shot up with a start, sweating profusely all over his body. Hastily, he threw the vial across his room, making it bounce along the clouds.

What was that woman? Arthur wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Was she possessed by the Devil? Those eyes…glowing red.

Arthur shuttered at the thought.

Amelia was possessed by the Devil. He was certain of it now.

Poor Alfred. Wait. Arthur's heart pounded. Where is Alfred? His mind instantly retraced to his meeting with God. He's in Hell! Oh no!

Arthur raced out of the room, the vial left forgotten on the edge of the cloud.

I hope I'm not to late…please be okay Alfred. Please?

Arthur fell straight to the ground like an arrow through the clouds, making record time to reach earth.

Arthur hardly stopped to take a breath before plunging into the tunnel he knew would lead him to the Underworld.

Hitting the ground with a resounding thud, Arthur immediately began calling for Alfred.

"Alfred! Alfred!" he shouted. He knew the demon could hear him – the tunnels around him echoed for eons. You could contact any soul in the underworld from this point.

A minute of agonizing waiting passed, Arthur's heart still thudding rapidly from his fall from Heaven.

And then the demon appeared, from behind, as usual.

In a whirlpool of black aura, Alfred stepped out gracefully, shaggy bangs covering his eyes.

"Hey." The demon stated, hands in pockets.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked tentatively, stepping closer to the demon. "Those were some pretty intense memories."

"Stop." Alfred held his hands out, and Arthur immediately stopped his progression. "I don't want you to get any closer." Alfred sneered, looking up to meet Arthur's disbelieving eyes. "You stinking angel."

Those beautiful blue seas for eyes were gone – replaced with bloody red eyes, glowing maliciously.

Arthur shrank back in horror, trying to hide his fear from his best friend.

No! Arthur scolded himself. I CANNOT be afraid of Alfred. He's my best friend!

The demon took a sultry step forward, testing his boundaries. The glowing rubies never left Arthur's emerald eyes.

"So." Alfred clapped his hands together. They echoed loudly in the caves. "What can I do for you angel?"

Arthur blinked twice. "I just wanted to check in with you. I wanted to see that you were okay."

Alfred grinned, teeth glowing in his now dark features. "Never been better." He stated, giving a bow. "And it's all thanks to you."

Arthur's eyes narrowed. There was a distinctive darkness to Alfred's smile.

Those memories really changed you Alfred. And I don't think for the better…Arthur shuttered.

"Are you sure you feel…okay?" Arthur pressed. "Different at all?"

"Different?" Alfred echoed, giving a miffed look. "Of course I feel different. I'm an entirely different person now. That Alfred before was just a shadow of me. He had no personality."

Just a shadow? No personality?

Clearing his throat, Arthur started. "So about this Amelia woman…"

Alfred immediately stiffened, and an electrical charge seemed to surround them.

"Don't mention that name." Alfred growled.

The other Alfred would have freely talked about anything with me.

"I'm just curious about one thing." Arthur continued to press. "No harm in one asking."

"Don't."

Arthur raised a single brow, not liking his friend's new attitude. "Seriously Alfred? You're not going to let me ask a single question? I just wanted to confirm that she was possessed while she killed-"

With a roar, Alfred leaped at Arthur, tackling him to the ground.

Trying to shake the demon off, Arthur took flight, grappling with the demon – but Alfred's strength was too much. His red eyes glowed with hatred that burned Arthur to the core.

He actually wants to hurt me! Arthur thought in a panic.

The two slammed in a cloud of dust into some random suburban street on earth. It was nighttime – the moon cast eerie glows on the two of them.

"GET OFF!" Arthur finally managed to get his legs between himself and Alfred, and he kicked the demon off him.

Alfred skidded to a halt on the asphalt, murderous rage turning his aura black and red in thunder-clouds.

Springing like a panther, the demon reattached himself to the angel, punching and kicking ferociously in his rage.

"NEVER" –punch- "MENTION" –kick- "THAT NAME AGAIN!" Alfred roared.

Arthur curled into the fetal position, wings tucked into his side to avoid damage – he was too terrified to do anything else.

Eventually, Alfred's assault subsided, the punches becoming less frequent.

The clenched fist turned to an outstretched hand. The angel looked up at Alfred's extended hand, terror clouding his vision.

He slowly looked up into Alfred's eyes, dreading to see those glowing red blood sacks again.

But for a moment, they flickered blue, and Arthur saw the true terror behind the demon's smirk. Alfred was afraid. He was afraid because he'd hurt his best friend. He was afraid because he'd lost Arthur's trust.

And that was when Arthur realized the Alfred was not the same being as this demon in front of him.

Alfred cared about him.

But the demon didn't care.

Quickly taking back control, blood filled the demons eyes, returning them to their red state. He quickly slapped Arthur's hand away from himself, chuckling quietly to himself.

"What? Do you need help getting up angel? I thought you were supposed to be the stronger race." He spat, strode away, and disappeared in a whiff of smoke, still chuckling to himself.

Arthur lay on the ground of the mortal street, now splattered with golden blood.

Already, Arthur's injuries were beginning to heal themselves, but that didn't erase the pain that Alfred had inflicted on him. Those memories would never be erased.

Never.

What have I done to you Alfred?

And Arthur couldn't stop the tears. No matter how long he'd lived, nothing could have prepared himself for the heartbreak he was facing now.

What have I done?

Author's Note: Sorry. I feel sorta guilty at how this story is turning out, but...oddly happy (it will get better~) Anyway, I'm pretty sure I mentioned in the first chapter what happens to demons that attack angels, right? Keep that in mind when you read the next chapter! Oh, and please review! It makes me really happy and want to write more!