Arthur was a little intimidated. As Alfred walked closer he could feel the negative vibes flowing off of his white skin. Arthur's heart raced and his throat felt dry… He waited as Alfred circled around him, tail flicking about and he watched the other smirk.

"Are you ready?" Alfred asked the angel… There was a glimmer in his eye that wanted Arthur, he wanted to clip those white feathered wings and turn them into black, keep the beautiful angel locked in a jar where only Alfred could ever have him. At the moment he was all about the power and control, but he could feel the tug at his own heart strings. He could learn to love Arthur as time went on. Alfred waited for a response… As Arthur nodded, Alfred told him to lay down on the concrete floor, it was uncomfortable for sure, but it would ease the burning feeling that was soon to come.

Ripping the front of Arthur's toga so his chest was exposed, Alfred knelt over him, his own pale skin tracing the light veins that could be seen through Arthur's. He watched as the blood pumped through, and he tried to hold back as much as possible. He wasn't sure what Arthur would look like with the coming changes, Alfred's hair had become black, yet his eyes remained the same… He hoped Arthur's eyes would be the same, as those greens were like the green gems he was always given. Beautiful, clear, they sucked you into Arthur's soul and Alfred want to take that soul of an angel and shatter it, letting the black of his own heart seep through the cracks. Arthur reached up and cupped Alfred's face and smiled softly… He had found something he loved more than the Lord and it was a demon. Oh the irony, he had thought to himself many times over.

"I'm ready" he said again.

Alfred took one of his long, sharp and pointed demon nails and started to carve… Into Arthurs chest, he began a slow, drawn out and ragged writing of 6… 6… 6… The devil's number.

Arthur screamed and writhed on the floor in agony, Alfred had to hold him down with one arm to keep from messing up the last number. He watched in admiration as not blood, but the black goo that covered the front of the house started to ooze and leak out of the scrawled numbers and across Arthur's chest. It burned the flesh away, yet the skin kept regrowing. Arthur's face was red from his agonizing screams, it felt like he was being burned alive and it never wavered, it never lessened and it didn't seem like it was going to stop any time soon. His eyes, felt and looked like they were going to pop out of his skull as his pupils changed, they rapidly shifted from narrow little slits to the round ones of angels and humans. The green was given an extra degree of clarity and shine while the pupils still changed. As his canine teeth and the bottom started to elongate, Arthur's eyes stopped and Alfred rolled him over onto his stomach…

"I'm sorry" Alfred said softly and then held one white feathered wing down to the ground…

He took a handful of feathers and started ripping them out, two, three at a time. Both wings would have to be completely plucked and as he knelt over Arthur's back he could feel the other's spine changing, twisting, knotting and growing to elongate into a tail that would soon pop out of the skin at the base of his back… All they while, he kept ripping out feathers as Arthur kept screaming… Blood from the skin of Arthur's wings started to pool around him, the skin was raw, sore and ripping as Alfred had to pluck each feather out only a few at a time… Arthur's screaming was starting to quiet, or Alfred was just turning a deaf ear to the constant noise.

Arthur's pain was unimaginable. The demon's scrawl on his chest, feeling like he was being burned alive was nothing compared to his feathers being plucked like the body of a dead bird. He was lying on a basement floor, lying in a pool of his own blood and black goo, and yet he was trying to tell himself that he was okay. He would be okay when all this ended and that he would be with his love… That's all Arthur kept telling himself, he would get to be with Alfred when all of it was over. It was so hard to remember though through all the pain he was enduring. He should have been unconscious now, but since he abandoned the Lord, why should he be spared any amount of the pain he was receiving now. As he lay there, he felt his bare naked wing, it felt cold, wet and his bones ached. He finally fell unconscious as Alfred had moved to the second wing.

Alfred meanwhile wanted to vomit. He knew it had to be done, but a human sliver of who he once was felt so much pain for the one he was hurting. He was relieved when Arthur finally fell unconscious, heart stopped even, and he tried to work at ripping the feathers from the skin as many and as fast as possible. When it was done, he knew he had to wait a little while; however the rest of the changes started immediately, a lot sooner than any of his superiors had ever explained.

The blood on Arthur's wings dried, and the skin started to become thinner, more leathery, and the bones more sharp, prominent, and spiked at the joints. The blood finally dried and blackened, they looked like Alfred's own wings and he watched in awe as the changes happened before him. He heard Arthur's heart restart; pumping furiously with the darkness that now consumed him. A tail shot out from under the toga and it started to twitch furiously… Arthur was still unconscious but his tail flicked around and ended up wrapping itself around Alfred's leg and working its way in coils up his thigh even. The last change was the most interesting to watch…

Arthur's lovely golden blonde hair started to suck up the blood he was laying in. Yellow turned orange, and then the more blood absorbed, the deeper it got… Mixing with the black goo that had come from his chest, Arthur's hair ended up being a brilliantly beautiful shade of deep crimson red. Alfred was in awe…

By the time Arthur finally snapped back to consciousness, he pushed himself off the concrete and looked around. His new eyes could see everything, the smallest specks of dust, the light was rather intense to his sensitive eyes though. When he looked at his hands, they were a little bonier, slimmer than they had been. He had long fingernails that were black and ended up at a point. He could see the black blood flowing through his veins and he smiled. His skin was paler than it ever had been, paler than Alfred's and then he finally looked upon his lover. It was magnificent… He could see Alfred better than ever, his green eyes locked with those magical blues Alfred always had as a person and now a demon and Arthur's heart swelled with joy and love. Arthur accidentally bit his lip and was surprised to feel the teeth he now had as well…
Alfred reached and offered a hand, as surprised as Arthur almost and helped pull the newborn up to his feet. Arthur felt stronger, livelier and infinitely more powerful… Arthur's tail finally released Alfred's leg and swished behind him and he asked…

"How do I look?"

Alfred replied, "Like the devil himself" and smirked…

((A/N: Hey guys, this is it! Thanks for sticking with me and reading all of it. It's only meant to be a short 4 chapter thing. My ideas came from some older RPs I've done with my character Arthur, and his lover Alfred! The other idea came from American Horror Story: Asylum. Anyways, I hope you really liked this, and please, please, please review! It means so much to me to hear what you loved and liked and didn't like about my stories! Thank you~!))