By the time Arthur got back to where he belonged, floating on a fluffy cloud he had stopped crying. He couldn't stop thinking about the poor boy he just watched commit suicide. Eventually in the next few days he went searching for the boy's name, he needed to know, it would drive him mad if he didn't at least know the name of the poor soul he fell in love with.

"Alfred F. Jones" he said finally looking at a book of people who have died since the last New Year. The name rolled off his tongue nicely he thought; he said it to himself over and over and over and over again to make sure he would never forget that name.

He continued with his duties as an angel and yet his mind seemed elsewhere. His fellow angels picked up on the vacancy in which Arthur seemed to live. He was removed from life around him, only living in his mind as he remembered Alfred's face, his voice, his depression. Arthur seemed exceptionally kind though to the souls who he had brought back up to heaven though, at one point he thought it would help heal the knife wounds of emotion in his own heart that matched the intensity Alfred had used on his arms a few months ago.

Arthur had tried talking to his superiors about the conflict inside him, and his longing and regret for the boy he watched die. They were surprised that Arthur had such strong feelings, and often scolded him since angels were not supposed to feel in those ways. He was told to pray for forgiveness, the ability to forget the boy named Alfred F Jones and to continue to focus on his duties… And every time it felt like they were sticking their finger in that deep emotional wound and trying to make it hurt as much as possible.

Alfred however was living in hell in the lap of luxury. His crimes against the Lord and his Catholic upbringing or supposedly Catholic upbringing earned him a throne of thrones in one of the innermost layers of hell. He was ferried past Limbo with little or no glances back. He was a sinner, and a hardcore one at that for committing suicide. He was brought before Lucifer, where he was judged and appointed to the throne of Gluttony. Alfred at first had thought it was a little ironic since he was hardly allowed any possessions as a living person, or his father broke most of the things he owned in a high and or drunken rage. At first Alfred was uncomfortable, but having people acknowledge him as something more than a bastard worthless kid was nice. He got used to people wanting to bring him food, and drinks and gems that glimmered in every color possible. The throne was a little uncomfortable of course, but they were expected to be…

Soon across hell, Alfred F Jones, was a name very well known, feared and respected.

Alfred even had the power to command a small army, and one day, he sent his underlings up to the world above to test something… In his last moments of his life, he had seen Arthur, he tried to reach out for him as well to be saved and taken to heaven but Arthur couldn't help him. Alfred Jones had never forgotten the face that he saw on that angel, one that seemed… off to him. Desperation, depression, angst, sorrow and grief; and Alfred had wanted to know why he was brought below when he was always such a good kid and teenager.

His test was to create a ruckus in the living realm of Earth through demonic possessions of people and 'hauntings' as they're supposedly called. Alfred would soon join them, unseen by the general public of course and wait… He would wait as long as it would take to see his angel again. If he was supposed to be Alfred's Guardian Angel as his mother always said, he did a really shitty job of it, but either way, he was the one there when Alfred died, and so he called the blonde young looking angel his…

One of the most noticeable changes to Alfred was his physical appearance upon his arrival to hell. He liked to call it his other ego, and for a while he claimed it was like his Superman while human Alfred was more like Clark Kent… He soon gave up when he realized no one in hell had really heard of either person. Human Alfred was rather short, lanky, sandy blond hair with stunning blue eyes, glasses and nice straight teeth. Demon Alfred was taller, muscular, black hair and he was happy that he kept his eye color, but his canine teeth and those on the bottom had grown into sharper, pointed teeth. He no longer needed glasses as a demon, but he decided to keep them, simply out of habit.

As he finished the last of his plans to arrive back to earth, the first time since he had killed himself, Alfred was actually a little scared. He was going to stay in his old house, with full intention of tormenting his own bastard of a father, but he was still scared of the man for some reason. He looked in the mirror; he waited a moment, took a deep breath and then let it out. His long, black leathery wings unfolded and he flew up through a new fissure being created by some other sinner being brought down into limbo. He was lucky for the fact that he popped out near his own home and made his way there, and climbing through the window to his bedroom as he got there… He took a deep breath and sighed. It was no longer his room.

There was a mostly naked woman, lying on the bed. All the posters had been ripped down, everything off the shelves apart from some lube and other miscellaneous toys that belongs in adult stores. She was passed out drunk in a pile of her own vomit and he gagged… The only thing that stayed the same was the baseball sheets he had and now those were covered in essence of whore. His father was nowhere to be found… yet.

Meanwhile in heaven, Alfred had accomplished his mission. Things were crazy, angels were flying all over the place, scampering with paperwork, on missions, and most of all praying for all things holy to stop the constant demand for angels who were to help win over the possessed souls into their normal selves. Arthur was one of these angels and he was being worked to the bone. He had finally gotten a mission instead of doing random tasks that higher ups couldn't be bothered with and he was assigned to a place that sounded familiar. There was something about the residence that struck one of his heart cords. As he was flying down to earth he recognized the neighborhood. It was where he helped an elderly person who died go to heaven and also…

"Good lord" he said and his eyes opened wide as he saw Alfred's house. There was a lot more than negative vibes this time though. To an angel, it looked like black tentacles of thick, dark and dangerous goo seeping from the doors, windows, roof tops, anywhere and everywhere. It looked like the windows were crying black tears and the goo was covering the yard.

Arthur's heart skipped a beat… He wasn't exactly sure if it was because he longed for Alfred and wanted to see him so badly, or because he knew he wouldn't be able to handle this alone and could possibly be broken.