CHANGE EVERYTHING YOU ARE
Authors: BrokenGlass (Silvy), AleAle00 (Roby) and hyper_bliss (me, Lu)
Pairing: BellDom
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Comedy, Romance
Rating: overall from pg13 to nc17. For the end of this part, slightly NC 17.
Disclaimer: Muse, all the people around them plus some special guests here don't belong to us, nothing of this stuff really happened, we just have very crazy minds!
Feedback: Please, Please, Please! Since this is our very first AU story (aaaaaah, we're so nervous about it!) we really, really need to know what you think...
Beta: thanks to engel_sehnsucht for her huge help!
The title of the story is taken from 'Butterflies&Hurricanes' lyrics, by Muse.
The title of the chapter is taken from 'Bliss' lyrics, by Muse.
Warning: there will be a lot of references to Muse's stuff.. but wait.. is this a warning? ;P
Summary: AU, BellDom. Dom is an angel and Matt is a devil (or viceversa, whatever! ;) ) and they're sent on Earth by their Bosses to look after Chris and try to win his soul. Chris is the only one who can see them, one will try to tempt him, the other to keep him on the good way. And soon Matt and Dom will end up leaving aside their mission 'cause they'll have another main goal: win each other!
Prologue: They're watching you from above.
"Are you Chris Wolstenholme?" a red-haired, quite tall guy asks, after knocking on the door and deciding to invite himself in, without anyone preventing him.
"Yeah. You're here for the ad?" the other guy asks him. He's taller, with curly brown hair and a sound constitution.
"Yep, I'm Jimmy Kane, nice to meet you," the first guy introduces himself, with a vigorous handshake. "When do we start?" he asks him, as he place his case, drawing out an electric guitar
and plugging it to one of the amplifiers in the wide garage, now used as a rehearsal room.
"Now, if you want," Chris replies, choosing to play the bass. Although he's able to play also guitar and drums, bass is his favourite instrument.
"AC/DC, Back in Black?" he suggests and Jimmy nods eagerly.
They start to play an instrumental version, although Chris could sing it without any problem.
They perform it flawlessly, without forgetting anything, but Chris feels like something is missing.
To play together doesn't mean only to respect the rhythm, the chords and keep time.
There's no cohesion, there's no special, mutual understanding, there's no feeling.
No matter how good Jimmy is, it's only emotionless technique.
They finish performing and Jimmy suggest they play another song.
"There's no need. I've heard and seen enough. My compliments, you're very good. I still have to check out a bunch of other guys, but I'll let you know," Chris explains, sending him away.
It's a sentence he repeats mechanically, since he has already said that many other times.
All those times when he realized that he didn't find what he's searching for.
Feeling down, he puts the bass back into its case. He'd drawn a blank once again, but his desire to create a band is much stronger than the discouragement that seems to overwhelm him in these moments.
Luckily for him, there's something else in his life, beyond music. So as he sees that it's almost six p.m. his good mood comes back, because around this time of the day he's used to seeing a certain beautiful brunette who stole his heart at first sight.
What will she wear today? Will she show me one of her wonderful smiles? Maybe… I should talk to her. What could such a pretty girl think of someone who … not only has the belly that's typical of someone who drank too many beers, but keeps staring at her in a disquieting way, lurking in the shadows… Wait.
Absorbed in his pondering, the guy approaches a mirror, staring at his own figure – No, I don't look like a maniac … but I look like a jailbird! Whatever, I must push myself forward. Sink or swim! he concludes, almost triumphantly.
Once he arrives at the park, the same scene repeats itself once again: Chris is on time, with a dreamy look in his eyes as he lurks in the shadows, in a spot that allows him to have a great view. The girl he likes so much, although he doesn't know even her name, is training as usual, almost completely unaware of the fact that someone is observing her.
Here we go, she's coming. Now I approach her, no, on second thought... I'd better wait. Oh, God, she's wearing those pink hot pants that set her so yummy ass... Gee, Chris, calm down, you don't even know her yet! C'mon, big guy, do something... the boy incites himself, but he doesn't make a single move.
The girl passes in front of him and disappears on the horizon.
Chris lost the umpteenth chance.
Gee, Chris, I don't know you anymore. Well, it doesn't matter, tomorrow... tomorrow what? Tomorrow will end up exactly like today, and yesterday and many other days before. Why? It must be because I'm not famous. C'mon, why should such a nice, sweet girl care for a jinxed, plump bassist who's failed before even starting? If I can't even find a guitarist and a drummer for the band, how the hell am I supposed to find the girl of my dreams? What can I do? Should I sell my soul to the devil?
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Someone from above is observing him and notices that the warning light of bad thoughts from his protégé is on.
"Oh no, my child, this is something you must never do." Morgan shakes his head as he stares at the screen.
You know, every kind of impure human thought saddens the angel, or in this case the archangel, who is watching over them.
Immediately after, Morgan receives a text message on his iPhone 333.
- Hi, One-Thousand-Feathers, I've got to talk with you. Let's meet at the same place in ten minutes – Tom writes, from his iPhone 666.
Morgan rolls his eyes at the endless sidereal spaces; he doesn't like to be called that name, especially by that annoying, cocky archdevil.
After letting Tom know that he got his text message with a ring, Morgan heads towards the same place, aka the Purgatory, because it's the neutral territory between the two kingdoms.
They meet there and soon they start to talk about the soul they're fighting for.
"That boy has such a pure heart, he's meant to become a great benefactor," Morgan states.
"Unless I prevent it," Tom replies, shoving an elbow towards the archangel's hips, before Morgan moves away, disgusted by the contact with that sinful skin.
"Oh, c'mon? What would be your point in that doing?" Morgan asks him, crossing his immaculate arms over his white clothing.
"Annoying you is always a worthy point!" Tom teases him, tearing out one of Morgan's feathers.
Morgan jolts, scared.
"Stop it, you, you… wicked devil!" he stutters, before calming down. "I'd like to pray for your soul, if you only had got a soul, you damned creature. Anyway, do what you want, but you won't ever manage to put your clutches on that dear guy!"
Tom laughs scornfully, a little bothered by Morgan's unfaltering belief in the incorruptibility of the human's soul.
"Do you think so? C'mon, that guy is looking for success and love. It's so easy to corrupt him that I guess I would end up boring myself."
"But you can't play on his weakness. It's so unfair!" Morgan complains, so innocently that Tom can't help chuckling at that childish attitude.
"I'm an archdevil; I don't give a fuck about what's fair or not!"
"So I'm going to protect him. I'll send the best of my angels to Earth, to watch over him."
"Do you think I'll stay away and watch in silence? I'm going to send the best of my devils there, to put a spoke in your ridiculous, plumed flunkey's wheels."
The tension between them increases, but neither of them seems to want to give in.
"We'll see!" Morgan yells, as he starts to lose his patience. To emphasise his superiority, he flaps his wings violently, messing up Tom's hair and then he tugs his tail, getting revenge for his eternally missing feather.
"Wanna bet?" the archdevil screams, his horns vibrating with rage.
"I can't bet, you know," Morgan reproaches him.
"What a drag! You angels are so damn boring, you never have any fun!" Tom snorts, pissed off by his rival's exaggerated, redundant and irritating naivety.
"We do have fun, a lot; we just have a more appropriate way of doing it," Morgan strikes back, looking smugly at Tom, before walking away.
Following the path of white and ethereal clouds that rise from the highest edge of the Purgatory, Morgan heads back to his place. During his ascent, which forces him to use his wings to face the air pockets, Morgan is more and more convinced of his choice: Dominic is the most suitable angel for that kind of mission; Morgan knows he won't let him down.
Once he reaches the silvery gates of Heaven, they open up as he crosses the threshold and walks towards his office. His millenary eyes know every detail of the wonderful landscape that reveals itself in front of him, but it doesn't mean that it's not a glorious view, every time. The green gardens bloom in a never-ending spring, the water of the Bliss river, made by milk and honey, flows peaceful and undisturbed, there's a warm breeze that carries along the singing of the beautiful creatures who populate that holy place and the flowers open up at the passage of Morgan's soul.
All these things transmit to him a sense of familiarity and purity that he could never get tired of.
Morgan walks into his office, pleased by the fact that it's still as tidy as when he left it. He sits comfortably on his personal cloud and, almost by magic, the wide screen of a Macintosh forty-inch appears.
The Big Boss decided to give one of those useful tools to every one of his archangels.
Morgan tunes the camcorders and search for the camera that reveals Dominic to him, although Morgan can easily imagine he's busy with a very noble activity.
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As a matter of fact, Dominic is entertaining himself with his best friends, Yorke, Nic and Gaia as they all are entwining white roses to create garlands.
They lay down in an isolated meadow and smile because the sun is caressing their snowy visages.
Nic leans out to give his garland to Dominic, who accepts the gift joyfully, and bends his head down mildly, letting the roses adorn his neck.
Gaia smiles kindly at her friends as a butterfly rests on her finger. Yorke is busy putting a violet in her copper-coloured hair.
"I'm so joyful for being able to spend my blissful eternity with you, mes amis!" Dominic exclaims, with his sugary voice. Nic nods, touching Dominic's right wing with his own left wing.
Everything is quiet and peaceful, until Yorke realizes that a curious unicorn is chomping his garland, temporarily left under the shadow of a cherry tree.
"Karma! That was my garland!" he complains, saddening for the loss.
Gaia drags Karma towards herself with the charming sound of her voice, before comforting her friend.
"Don't worry, you can take my garland."
Before Yorke can accept her offer, Dom is faster and places his own garland around his mate's neck.
"Thank you." Yorke smiles at him, not surprised at all by his kindness; after all, Dominic is always caring, especially with his beloved friends.
Morgan has been watching his angels for a while; he's so happy and proud whenever he sees them in such harmony.
Anyway, he can't ignore his duty, that's why he calls Shine, his trusted nightingale, commissioning him to ask Dominic to come to his office.
After meeting his nemesis, Tom walks in the opposite direction, along a downward path, with stairs made of clouds that turn progressively from light grey to the darkest black.
After the blackest stair, the descent becomes so steep and the ground so slippery that to walk is impossible; the only way is to slide down along the whirling curves.
Tom finds that extremely amusing.
He lands with a flawless jump, near the Hades, where the souls are ferried through the turbulent waters of the Megalomania river.
Tom walks towards his office, as he observes, enraptured, the red, orange, violet, dark blue and black flames that spread around and the ground that cracks here and there, revealing large gulfs , filled with incandescent lava.
Some of the souls are thrown down those gulfs, in a painful and never-ending drowning.
All is frantic, everyone hurries up in a rush, there's a ceaseless flow of devils who bring the damned to the respective circles of Hell.
Finally Tom gets to his office, and he's proud to find it as messy as it was when he left.
Making his own way through every kind of knick-knack on the floor, he reaches his desk, where there are dusty piles of all the files about the damned that Tom still has to decide the tremendous torture.
Some spider's webs on the corners of the ceiling make the room even more dismal.
With a snap of his fingers, Tom makes a Macintosh forty-inch appear, following his greatest enemy's example; even the Big Boss of that kingdom decided to give such a tool to all his arch-devils.
Tom had made his choice as he was talking about it with Morgan.
He knows that Matthew will be simply perfect for this kind of mission.
There wouldn't be any need to search for him through the camcorders, because Tom already knows where he could find Matthew.
Anyway, as he calls his loyal Showbiz, a fierce raven, whose black feathers have silvery shimmer and commissions him to go to Matthew, he decides to observe the devil on the screen, satisfying his voyeuristic attitude.
It's not that Matthew or his friends are bothered if someone watches them as they are having their wicked fun, quite the contrary!
To turn existence into a living Hell.
It's not that everyone sees it as a negative thing.
At least, Matthew doesn't, as he lies on one side along his wide four-poster bed.
He moans in trepidation, as from behind Billie Joe pushes himself into him, harder and harder, rougher and rougher, knowing well how Matt enjoys violent sex, since he draws pleasure from the pain.
Jessica lies on the other side of the bed, kneeling in front of Matthew and what she is doing to him with her sensual mouth, that has centuries of experience, makes a large smile appear on Matt's features.
His smile doesn't last for long, since Adam, the youngest devil of the group, captures it in a vicious and passionate kiss, as his hands are all over Matt's body, just like the other devils' hands.
In that tangle of naked, hot, sweaty and pulsing bodies, Matthew seems to care about nothing else, until he feels something cold and viscid that is caressing his ankles.
Counting the present mates, he realizes that it can't be any of them, so he breaks the kiss and turns to look at his feet.
He sees a big, large python that crawls undisturbed on his mattress.
"Dammit, Adam! Take away that sodding thing from my bed!" Matt snaps, jerking, so also Billie Joe and Jessica stop their activities.
"Come here, Misery!" Adam orders and the python goes down the bed, reaching his owner who lifts him up and puts him around his shoulders, letting the snake wrap his spires around his muscular thorax.
"You can't stay without me, can you?" Adam chuckles, caressing his pet, which hisses at Matt, annoyed.
"You know that I can't stand your horrible worm!" Matt snorts, his sapphire eyes turned into icy fissures.
"Well, you can't stand at least a million things!" Billie Joe makes fun of him. With his 409 years, he's the oldest devil of the group.
As he says it, he walks closer to Adam, starting to caress Misery, who seems to have a taste for him.
"How can't you like Misery? He's so damn cute," he goes on, as he caress Adam's shoulder and Adam looks at him with a smile full of expectations, mirroring his indefinite coloured, amazing eyes into the charming emeralds of the other devil. "Just like his owner!" Billie adds with a sneer, before kissing Adam, savagely, and the youngest devil doesn't put up any resistance.
"You idiots! You don't know Matt as well as I do," Jessica exclaims, rolling her eyes, before wrapping her legs around Matt's hips and caressing his jet-black, messy locks and his face with her manicured hands, nails painted black. "I know what he likes," she smiles evilly, as she starts to ride him, and he lets her do it.
From the half closed door, Showbiz makes his entrance and lands on his target's shoulder.
"What the bloody hell do you want, now?" Matt rolls his eyes as Jess moves away.
The raven croaks his answer as he flutters around him.
"Someone is in serious trouble!" Billie Joe singsongs, passing a hand through his formerly black hair, now bleached blond.
"I don't think so. I'm sure that Tom is going to reward me for my unbeatable skills," Matt strikes back. "Alright, can someone set me free?" he adds, tugging at the shackles that hold him to the bed.
"As if you couldn't do the job on your own!" Adam chuckles.
"S true, but it's more fun if I pretend I can't," he justifies. "OK, I'll do it on my own." he grumbles, before concentrating and dissipating the shackles, with the only power of his mind.
"About what you said before, Jess," he comments, as he puts his black jeans and shirt back on.
The brunette smiles, giving him her total attention.
"Don't be so sure that you know me well. I prefer so much more what Adam and Billie do to me than what you do, honey!" he explains, pissing her off so much that it seems that she's throwing flames from her beautiful aquamarine eyes.
"Stupid!" she mutters.
"The only reason why I allow you to be in my room is because Adam asks me that," he reveals, smirking at Adam.
"Well, well, we have a connoisseur here," the deviless murmurs lustfully, as she caresses his black hair.
The youngest devil smiles at her, cupping her breasts with his hands and kissing her deeply.
Billie Joe, who doesn't want to be left alone, approaches Adam from behind and makes him feel his presence.
Showbiz croaks once more.
"Yeah, yeah, I understood, you, annoying, damn bird! See? I'm leaving!" Matt grumbles, in front of a mirror, as he smoothes his pointy tail and polishes his red, glittery little horns, the only part of his body that no one else can touch.
Since glitter has been invented on Earth, Matthew has made it his raison d'être. After all, he has always wanted to differ from the others.
"Don't you dare have too much fun without me!" he says before leaving.
On his way, he can see and hear the damned as they scream because of their atrocious suffering, in any circle of Hell.
It's music to his ears.
Silly humans, it's not my fault if you fall into temptation so easily, but now you will burn, you will burn in Hell for your sins! he sneers wickedly, before reaching Tom's office.
TBC
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