Re: Flawless 10c/??
anonymous
December 8 2010, 16:08:24 UTC
Arthur stared with wide eyes at the man in front of him. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even move. He couldn’t even bring himself to process the words that the other said.
‘H-how?’ Arthur found himself asking.
“Now, you are probably going to ask. How did it happen? The answer is, it doesn’t matter. You are dead. Next you are going to ask is how long ago? Well, I think you have been dead for about a month. Funny, how time passes by so quick right?” The violet eyed male laughed softly, his laughing sounding childish but it was making the shorter male shiver in fear. “But now you are going to ask, why me? I have a question to answer that question, why not you?”
Arthur was a bit freaked out by how Ivan was answering every single one of the questions that were going through his head. It was like the other was reading his thoughts and was capable of knowing how exactly he was thinking and what he was going to think.
“What makes YOU so special that you shouldn’t die? What exactly makes you believe that you shouldn’t face death? How are you different from everyone else?” Ivan sighed softly, his hand flicking the white scarf. He walked around the cathedral, gently touching the dark benches. “Why not you? Because you went through a lot? Because other people that did wrong deserve to die more than you do? What gives you the right to believe other people should die before you? Or why you should be the exception. So ask me Arthur, why you? Say it, ‘why me?’”
The teenager stared at the floor, his eyes keeping themselves locked on the bright colors on the floor. He could answer this, because he knew he shouldn’t have died. It wasn’t his turn. It wasn’t fair for him to be dead but he couldn’t remember why. Why was he dead? How did it even happen? Arthur thought about all of this. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how he died, but all he could remember was pain spreading through his body and then everything else was a blur in his mind. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at the bright colors on the floor again. The different hues that were dancing with the marble floor and then the icy, blue color that was reflecting back against his body.
Blue, just as cold as ice.
Icy, blue eyes that would stare at him with hunger.
It all hit him too hard that he found himself on his knees with his hands fighting to keep him from hitting himself against the floor. The sandy blond twitched and panted softly as the memories of what happened went through his head. It was all too painful, like if he was living through every single one of them.
The demon, the demon didn’t save him.
“Why not me? Right?” Arthur slowly stood up, his body shaking as he forced his legs to support his body. “T-that’s what you asked.”
Ivan smiled, his index finger gently tapping against his own chin as he answered with a sing song voice. “That’s right.”
“Because I shouldn’t have died, because a demon tricked me!” The boy yelled out, his fists shaking on either side of his body.
The silver haired male grinned. He then laughed softly and stood up once again. “That’s right! That’s very true Arthur. That is why you are not in hell for committing suicide but you are not in heaven because you still committed suicide. It’s funny how it works, right? You are in the purgatory Arthur, a place where lost souls belong to. I’m an angel, nice to meet you.” Ivan said with a snicker and moved closer to Arthur until he was only a couple of feet away from the shorter male.
Re: Flawless 10d/??
anonymous
December 8 2010, 16:12:11 UTC
“You see, God is very, very kind. The only problem is that he tends to bend and break his own rules for humans.” Ivan sighed softly, shaking his head slowly. “You committed suicide, therefore you should go to hell but instead you are here because He believes it isn’t fair for you to go to hell. Isn’t he nice? Always breaking and twisting His rules to make it so humans can reach heaven or at least a better place than hell. I think it's very ironic really, considering the way He treats us. I guess we are just not the favorite ones , da?” The angel laughed softly, his eyes closing as a new smile spread across his lips.
“He always does this. It can get pretty frustrating you see. and I’m not the only one that believes this. There used to be an angel that would come and visit me all the time and would endlessly talk about his hatred towards humans. I think that he was jealous because humans were easily forgiven while angels were roughly punished. I think he was also jealous because He would rather pay attention to his little creatures than us, US that are pure and were created to serve his purposes. Us, that sacrifice everything for him. Some of us are even locked up in a dark place where we can’t get out and are forced to fulfill our duties, forever damned to be alone and speak to those beastly demons like equals. WE sacrifice everything for him and you know what humans do? Doubt him, curse him out and speak of him with filthy words to acquire money and power. “The angel’s voice was cracking again and it didn’t stop. It sounded like two people were talking, then three and the number kept getting higher and higher as he spoke.
Arthur couldn’t do anything but stare. He stood very still, his toes digging against the cold marble as his arms shakily wrapped around his body again. Something inside him was twisting though, he couldn’t find himself but nodding his head at what the angel was saying, like it was fully agreeing with him even though he wasn’t. It was the same as before when he met the demon, something inside of him was trying to crawl out.
“This angel would visit me and talk to me. He forgot who he was when he was sent down to earth to protect humans. He forgot how strong he could be and the only thing he would wish for was nothing but the destruction of humans, the filthy creatures that are corrupting the beloved world He created for US. The world that was created for us but were forced to abandon once he decided to play with his dear humans.” The words were like poison now. The thousands voices were speaking again, making the voice painful to hear. “You see, this angel was a magnificent angel, but in order for Him to protect His creations He made him forget his duty. The most important duty above all, and He turned him into nothing but a guardian angel. A guardian angel that was feeding on the hate of the world.”
The angel moved towards Arthur again and the teenager found himself stepping back until he hit a wall behind him. The violet eyed male stood in front of him, one of his hands resting close to Arthur’s head.
“Do you know how demons are created?” Ivan waited for Arthur to shake his head. “They are created out of the hate humans feel. Humans give birth to demons. Unlike angels, demons can be created by another force besides the power of their creator. In other words demons can be created by hate instead of just the hand of Lucifer while we can only be created by God. Faith and prayers give us strength, but we can’t be born out of it.” The angel chuckle softly, his eyes closing as his hand slowly pressed against the teenager’s throat. “So, can you imagine what kind of demon would be born out of an angel’s hate?”
Re: Flawless 10e/??
anonymous
December 8 2010, 16:14:46 UTC
Arthur gulped loudly, his eyes closing as the cold hand touched the skin on his throat. He wanted to open his mouth to give an answer but he couldn’t think of anything. He didn’t know what to say at all. This time he was at a loss of what to believe. All of his life he kept thinking that God would do nothing for him or anyone and now this angel was telling him that God was actually sacrificing his own angels in order to protect them. If that was the case then why? Why was there so much misery in the world, why was it such a horrible place!
“You see, Arthur. Everything happens for a reason, everything always does. Right now, you are not yourself, but if you were who you really are, then you would understand everything. Because you know what I find funny?” Ivan giggled softly, his violet eyes narrowing. “That you died to protect your hate and then he killed you.”
Arthur choked softly and then he quickly grabbed onto his shirt. He could feel his chest burning and his insides twisting. It was almost like if fire was slowly being set inside of his own body. It hurt and tears were slowly building on the corner of his eyes. He coughed loudly, and pulled away from the angel, holding onto his throat as he fell on his knees. The boy wrapped both of his arms around his torso, his hands touching his back, it felt like if the skin was slowly tearing apart, leaving a gaping hole on his bare back. Again and again he coughed, and his eyes widened when he spat out a silver substance. He wasn’t sure of what it was but it was coming out of his body so did that meant it was blood?
The sandy blond coughed again and as he did so more of the same substance crawled out of his mouth, except each time it looked different. The silver color was slowly turning brighter and brighter until it was shinning like white gold against the marble floor.
“Hey Arthur, how many names do you have? How many do you have that you forgot who you truly are. Did you really forget me? “Ivan smiled, his head tilting from one side to the other as he walked around the smaller male.
Arthur gasped, his eyes closing tightly as the pain in his body grew bigger and bigger. Tears were now freely sliding down his cheeks. He reached his breaking point then. The young teen screamed loudly and wrapped arms around his head, only feeling how his head was burning and his hands were bleeding. He couldn’t stand up, his feet were in so much pain and the pain only grew larger as it moved across his back again.
The door of the cathedral were loudly pushed open then. The two heavy wooden doors spread open until they hit the walls and bounced back a little bit. Arthur’s painful state was interrupted, the burning began to disappear and soon enough the young teen was left panting and holding his body with deep wounds on his forehead, wrists, feet and back. The pure, white silver blood was still pouring out, making a small puddle under the sandy blond.
Arthur turned his attention towards the door once his pain was gone, and at the figure that was standing in the entrance, and he quickly glanced away. A pair of icy, blue eyes were staring at him, this time with a bit of hunger. It even felt like the demon was drooling and was unable to tear his eyes away from his figure. The green eyed boy shivered when the demon took a step inside the cathedral, his wings spreading out as his tail wriggled behind him like a whip ready to strike.
Re: Flawless 10f/??
anonymous
December 8 2010, 16:17:58 UTC
“Arthur, would you like to know why your life was so miserable?” Ivan smiled a kind smile this time and for some reason it was more horrifying than the ones before. “I’ll tell you. You see, there is a demon that is trying to find an angel that died a long time ago, the same angel I was talking about. This demon seems to get jealous very, very easily and didn’t like angels touching his little obsession. So, there goes the first guardian angel you had. Another one was given to you and bang, there goes the guardian angel again. Over and over again this demon killed the angels that were protecting you from misfortune and pain, and instead of an angel only a demon was near you and you see…demons bring awful luck to people. They attract negative forces and create misery." The angel sighed, shaking his head with closed eyes.
“So, this demon...Is the reason why your life was as horrible as it was…because he found you and killed the pure entities that were keeping you safe and took their place, bringing you nothing but misery.” The silver haired male stared down at the wounded boy, his scarf gently moving with the wind that was now blowing inside the cathedral.
Arthur stared at Alfred with wide eyes, his fingernails attempting to dig against the marble floor underneath him and even though he knew he didn’t need to breathe anymore he was panting. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, with tears slowly building in his eyes. Then he affixed a glare on Alfred, his eyes narrowing with hate.
The demon on the other hand looked unaffected; he simply took a step closer and smiled. “That’s right, I did it. I couldn’t allow those filthy creatures to touch you; they are more corrupted than Lucifer himself! They are nothing but filth and hypocrisy. They were the ones that killed you. They decided to give you a human life. THEY were the ones that caused all of this to happen. I’m the only one that cares about what you want, I’m the only one that truly cares about the real you and I’m the only one that should be allowed to touch you!” The demon growled loudly, the noises coming from his mouth sounding like a beast that was ready to charge.
“You let me die.” Arthur simply said, his voice shaking.
“I needed you to die for me to be able to get a hold of you, to truly rescue you. I couldn’t let angels take you. I already explained this to you.” Alfred rolled his eyes, his blue eyes staring down with annoyance at the teenager.
“No.” Arthur slowly got to his feet, forcing more white blood to pour out of the wounds on his feet. “You killed me because you thought that by doing it, the person that you are looking for would come back.” The teenager chuckled softly, his voice bitter and dry. It was alright though, even after what Ivan and Alfred told him everything was just fine. “But it's fine…I’m not needed, I never was. Back when I was alive, I was considered nothing but a burden and now, even after I die it is still the same. I find it…funny.” The boy snickered softly, covering his mouth with one of his hands.
Arthur felt hot tears running down the corner of his eyes and down his cheeks. It wasn’t fair, it was never fair, life wasn’t and even the afterlife wasn’t either. Nothing was fair, it was never meant to be fair but just like Ivan said. Why would he expect it to be? What made him so special? He was nothing but another human, that was all. Nothing but that. How much he found himself wishing for everything to just end right now.
Re: Flawless 10g/??
anonymous
December 8 2010, 16:20:08 UTC
The teenager felt the burning in his body coming back, it slowly began to crawl through his body but it wasn’t as painful as before. He didn’t let himself fall on his knees and stood on his two feet with pride. He glared at the demon, his fists shaking on either side of his body as a bright light began to consume him. The pain on his back was nerve breaking, the flesh was tearing and splitting letting out gruesome noises as a pair of white wings sprout out. The two wings tainted the cathedral with silver blood, and the wounds on his hands, feet, forehead and back quickly began to heal. The dark blond hair slowly turned a brighter shade, looking like pure liquid gold. The dull, dark green eyes turned brighter until they were almost as bright as a real emerald. The abused skin turned a shade paler, looking as milky as soft as a new born as the wounds he suffered disappeared.
Everything was changing, but the boy was still glaring; hate reflecting in his eyes until a golden halo appeared at his feet and slowly began to move towards his head. By the time the golden halo was resting on top of Arthur’s head the glare was gone, and a wise stare replaced it. The angel standing in front of Ivan and Alfred was standing tall and proud, with a wise glint in his eyes and an educated posture.
Alfred was smiling and then he was grinning, his fangs showing as his tail moved behind him. The demon took a step closer and when the angel didn’t step back he pulled him into his arms. He pulled Arthur by wrapping both of his arms around his shoulders. He hugged the angel close to his chest, burying his face against his neck and inhaling the pure scent that was coming from him.
“I’m finally…able to hold you again.” The demon whispered softly and pulled the angel closer, almost like if he wanted them to become one being. He smiled when Arthur’s arms wrapped around his neck and the soft, well known fingers ran through his hair.
“…Hey, you are taller than me now.” The angel said with a soft, fresh laugh.
“You bet I am!”
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Arthur closed his eyes; fingers were gently tracing his jaw line. The digits moved to his chin and soon enough his lips, rubbing a bit rougher against the soft skin on there. The long nails like claws leaving goose bumps on his skin. He slowly opened his eyes, the long blond eyelashes brushing against the hand on top of his face. The angel smiled, making the hand pull back so he could stare at the blue eyes above him.
Alfred grinned down at angel. He was sitting on the beautiful marble floor with Arthur lying down near him, his head on his lap. The two white wings were spread out, taking a good section of the cathedral for themselves. Ivan was sitting in mid air, his six wings lazily moving back and forth as he kept his eyes closed. The atmosphere was nice, calming and relaxing. It was the feeling of accomplishment after years and years of labor. Arthur was finally in his arms and was more than happy to see him. He didn’t push him back.
The demon sighed softly, his bat wings spreading out before tugging behind his back. He leaned down, letting his lips gently touch Arthur’s forehead, then his nose and finally his lips. The two pair of lips touched each other and soon enough a pink tongue was peeking out from Alfred’s mouth. He let the wet muscle rub against Arthur’s lips, teasing him just a bit before letting his tongue slip inside the angel’s mouth. Slowly, he kissed Arthur, taking in everything he could and exploring every single corner until he was satisfied. The demon let his hands roam over the angel’s chest and arms as he kissed him, touching as much skin as possible until it was time to break the kiss while taking care to not break any skin.
Re: Flawless 10h/??
anonymous
December 8 2010, 16:21:36 UTC
Alfred was more than satisfied when Arthur let a soft noise slip past his lips. It was enough to tell the demon that the angel enjoyed the kiss as much as he did, so with that in mind he pulled the angel closer, making Arthur’s back rub against his chest. The demon rest his chin on top of Arthur’s shoulder, both of his arms wrapping around the androgynous hips.
“What now?” The demon asked and closed his eyes.
Arthur tilted his head back against Alfred’s shoulder, his green eyes staring at the starless sky. “I want to end it.”
“You want to end everything?” The sunny blond smirked, his hold tightening a bit.
“Everything. All of it. It was my duty, He just made me forget it.” The angel sighed softly, one of his hands gently reaching back to touch Alfred’s cheek. “You are going to help me, right Portent?”
Alfred chuckled softly, burying his face against the soft neck that was being offered to him. He let his hands move lower on the angel’s body until they were both rubbing against the soft thighs in front of him.
Re: Flawless 10h/??
anonymous
December 10 2010, 00:35:33 UTC
OH DAMN!
I am very happy with the update. Very, very happy. Like, I want to hug you until you stop breathing happy. Oh Ivan, even as an angel, you still manage to scare everyone shitless. ♥
Wait...so if demons are created through hate...and Ivan mentioned an angel's hate...and Arthur hates humans...and his real name is Jibrail...oh shit... WE'RE ALL DOOMED! D:
But question: why Jibrail? Wasn't he a messenger angel? I don't remember him being associated with any death or destruction... Portent was a fabulous choice though. XD
Oh damn, how could I have missed these massive updates. Hope you're not offended orz
I'm really intrigued as to the direction it's taking. Also glad that Arthur and Alfred are back together (even if I do feel sorry for human!Arthur, the poor dear). Keep up the awesome writing author!anon :)
‘H-how?’ Arthur found himself asking.
“Now, you are probably going to ask. How did it happen? The answer is, it doesn’t matter. You are dead. Next you are going to ask is how long ago? Well, I think you have been dead for about a month. Funny, how time passes by so quick right?” The violet eyed male laughed softly, his laughing sounding childish but it was making the shorter male shiver in fear. “But now you are going to ask, why me? I have a question to answer that question, why not you?”
Arthur was a bit freaked out by how Ivan was answering every single one of the questions that were going through his head. It was like the other was reading his thoughts and was capable of knowing how exactly he was thinking and what he was going to think.
“What makes YOU so special that you shouldn’t die? What exactly makes you believe that you shouldn’t face death? How are you different from everyone else?” Ivan sighed softly, his hand flicking the white scarf. He walked around the cathedral, gently touching the dark benches. “Why not you? Because you went through a lot? Because other people that did wrong deserve to die more than you do? What gives you the right to believe other people should die before you? Or why you should be the exception. So ask me Arthur, why you? Say it, ‘why me?’”
The teenager stared at the floor, his eyes keeping themselves locked on the bright colors on the floor. He could answer this, because he knew he shouldn’t have died. It wasn’t his turn. It wasn’t fair for him to be dead but he couldn’t remember why. Why was he dead? How did it even happen?
Arthur thought about all of this. He closed his eyes and tried to remember how he died, but all he could remember was pain spreading through his body and then everything else was a blur in his mind. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared at the bright colors on the floor again. The different hues that were dancing with the marble floor and then the icy, blue color that was reflecting back against his body.
Blue, just as cold as ice.
Icy, blue eyes that would stare at him with hunger.
It all hit him too hard that he found himself on his knees with his hands fighting to keep him from hitting himself against the floor. The sandy blond twitched and panted softly as the memories of what happened went through his head. It was all too painful, like if he was living through every single one of them.
The demon, the demon didn’t save him.
“Why not me? Right?” Arthur slowly stood up, his body shaking as he forced his legs to support his body. “T-that’s what you asked.”
Ivan smiled, his index finger gently tapping against his own chin as he answered with a sing song voice. “That’s right.”
“Because I shouldn’t have died, because a demon tricked me!” The boy yelled out, his fists shaking on either side of his body.
The silver haired male grinned. He then laughed softly and stood up once again. “That’s right! That’s very true Arthur. That is why you are not in hell for committing suicide but you are not in heaven because you still committed suicide. It’s funny how it works, right? You are in the purgatory Arthur, a place where lost souls belong to. I’m an angel, nice to meet you.” Ivan said with a snicker and moved closer to Arthur until he was only a couple of feet away from the shorter male.
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“He always does this. It can get pretty frustrating you see. and I’m not the only one that believes this. There used to be an angel that would come and visit me all the time and would endlessly talk about his hatred towards humans. I think that he was jealous because humans were easily forgiven while angels were roughly punished. I think he was also jealous because He would rather pay attention to his little creatures than us, US that are pure and were created to serve his purposes. Us, that sacrifice everything for him. Some of us are even locked up in a dark place where we can’t get out and are forced to fulfill our duties, forever damned to be alone and speak to those beastly demons like equals. WE sacrifice everything for him and you know what humans do? Doubt him, curse him out and speak of him with filthy words to acquire money and power. “The angel’s voice was cracking again and it didn’t stop. It sounded like two people were talking, then three and the number kept getting higher and higher as he spoke.
Arthur couldn’t do anything but stare. He stood very still, his toes digging against the cold marble as his arms shakily wrapped around his body again. Something inside him was twisting though, he couldn’t find himself but nodding his head at what the angel was saying, like it was fully agreeing with him even though he wasn’t. It was the same as before when he met the demon, something inside of him was trying to crawl out.
“This angel would visit me and talk to me. He forgot who he was when he was sent down to earth to protect humans. He forgot how strong he could be and the only thing he would wish for was nothing but the destruction of humans, the filthy creatures that are corrupting the beloved world He created for US. The world that was created for us but were forced to abandon once he decided to play with his dear humans.” The words were like poison now. The thousands voices were speaking again, making the voice painful to hear. “You see, this angel was a magnificent angel, but in order for Him to protect His creations He made him forget his duty. The most important duty above all, and He turned him into nothing but a guardian angel. A guardian angel that was feeding on the hate of the world.”
The angel moved towards Arthur again and the teenager found himself stepping back until he hit a wall behind him. The violet eyed male stood in front of him, one of his hands resting close to Arthur’s head.
“Do you know how demons are created?” Ivan waited for Arthur to shake his head. “They are created out of the hate humans feel. Humans give birth to demons. Unlike angels, demons can be created by another force besides the power of their creator. In other words demons can be created by hate instead of just the hand of Lucifer while we can only be created by God. Faith and prayers give us strength, but we can’t be born out of it.” The angel chuckle softly, his eyes closing as his hand slowly pressed against the teenager’s throat. “So, can you imagine what kind of demon would be born out of an angel’s hate?”
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“You see, Arthur. Everything happens for a reason, everything always does. Right now, you are not yourself, but if you were who you really are, then you would understand everything. Because you know what I find funny?” Ivan giggled softly, his violet eyes narrowing. “That you died to protect your hate and then he killed you.”
Arthur choked softly and then he quickly grabbed onto his shirt. He could feel his chest burning and his insides twisting. It was almost like if fire was slowly being set inside of his own body. It hurt and tears were slowly building on the corner of his eyes. He coughed loudly, and pulled away from the angel, holding onto his throat as he fell on his knees. The boy wrapped both of his arms around his torso, his hands touching his back, it felt like if the skin was slowly tearing apart, leaving a gaping hole on his bare back. Again and again he coughed, and his eyes widened when he spat out a silver substance. He wasn’t sure of what it was but it was coming out of his body so did that meant it was blood?
The sandy blond coughed again and as he did so more of the same substance crawled out of his mouth, except each time it looked different. The silver color was slowly turning brighter and brighter until it was shinning like white gold against the marble floor.
“Hey Arthur, how many names do you have? How many do you have that you forgot who you truly are. Did you really forget me? “Ivan smiled, his head tilting from one side to the other as he walked around the smaller male.
Arthur gasped, his eyes closing tightly as the pain in his body grew bigger and bigger. Tears were now freely sliding down his cheeks. He reached his breaking point then. The young teen screamed loudly and wrapped arms around his head, only feeling how his head was burning and his hands were bleeding. He couldn’t stand up, his feet were in so much pain and the pain only grew larger as it moved across his back again.
The door of the cathedral were loudly pushed open then. The two heavy wooden doors spread open until they hit the walls and bounced back a little bit. Arthur’s painful state was interrupted, the burning began to disappear and soon enough the young teen was left panting and holding his body with deep wounds on his forehead, wrists, feet and back. The pure, white silver blood was still pouring out, making a small puddle under the sandy blond.
Arthur turned his attention towards the door once his pain was gone, and at the figure that was standing in the entrance, and he quickly glanced away. A pair of icy, blue eyes were staring at him, this time with a bit of hunger. It even felt like the demon was drooling and was unable to tear his eyes away from his figure. The green eyed boy shivered when the demon took a step inside the cathedral, his wings spreading out as his tail wriggled behind him like a whip ready to strike.
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“So, this demon...Is the reason why your life was as horrible as it was…because he found you and killed the pure entities that were keeping you safe and took their place, bringing you nothing but misery.” The silver haired male stared down at the wounded boy, his scarf gently moving with the wind that was now blowing inside the cathedral.
Arthur stared at Alfred with wide eyes, his fingernails attempting to dig against the marble floor underneath him and even though he knew he didn’t need to breathe anymore he was panting. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, with tears slowly building in his eyes. Then he affixed a glare on Alfred, his eyes narrowing with hate.
The demon on the other hand looked unaffected; he simply took a step closer and smiled. “That’s right, I did it. I couldn’t allow those filthy creatures to touch you; they are more corrupted than Lucifer himself! They are nothing but filth and hypocrisy. They were the ones that killed you. They decided to give you a human life. THEY were the ones that caused all of this to happen. I’m the only one that cares about what you want, I’m the only one that truly cares about the real you and I’m the only one that should be allowed to touch you!” The demon growled loudly, the noises coming from his mouth sounding like a beast that was ready to charge.
“You let me die.” Arthur simply said, his voice shaking.
“I needed you to die for me to be able to get a hold of you, to truly rescue you. I couldn’t let angels take you. I already explained this to you.” Alfred rolled his eyes, his blue eyes staring down with annoyance at the teenager.
“No.” Arthur slowly got to his feet, forcing more white blood to pour out of the wounds on his feet. “You killed me because you thought that by doing it, the person that you are looking for would come back.” The teenager chuckled softly, his voice bitter and dry. It was alright though, even after what Ivan and Alfred told him everything was just fine. “But it's fine…I’m not needed, I never was. Back when I was alive, I was considered nothing but a burden and now, even after I die it is still the same. I find it…funny.” The boy snickered softly, covering his mouth with one of his hands.
Arthur felt hot tears running down the corner of his eyes and down his cheeks. It wasn’t fair, it was never fair, life wasn’t and even the afterlife wasn’t either. Nothing was fair, it was never meant to be fair but just like Ivan said. Why would he expect it to be? What made him so special? He was nothing but another human, that was all. Nothing but that. How much he found himself wishing for everything to just end right now.
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Everything was changing, but the boy was still glaring; hate reflecting in his eyes until a golden halo appeared at his feet and slowly began to move towards his head. By the time the golden halo was resting on top of Arthur’s head the glare was gone, and a wise stare replaced it. The angel standing in front of Ivan and Alfred was standing tall and proud, with a wise glint in his eyes and an educated posture.
Alfred was smiling and then he was grinning, his fangs showing as his tail moved behind him. The demon took a step closer and when the angel didn’t step back he pulled him into his arms. He pulled Arthur by wrapping both of his arms around his shoulders. He hugged the angel close to his chest, burying his face against his neck and inhaling the pure scent that was coming from him.
“I’m finally…able to hold you again.” The demon whispered softly and pulled the angel closer, almost like if he wanted them to become one being. He smiled when Arthur’s arms wrapped around his neck and the soft, well known fingers ran through his hair.
“…Hey, you are taller than me now.” The angel said with a soft, fresh laugh.
“You bet I am!”
O O O
Arthur closed his eyes; fingers were gently tracing his jaw line. The digits moved to his chin and soon enough his lips, rubbing a bit rougher against the soft skin on there. The long nails like claws leaving goose bumps on his skin. He slowly opened his eyes, the long blond eyelashes brushing against the hand on top of his face. The angel smiled, making the hand pull back so he could stare at the blue eyes above him.
Alfred grinned down at angel. He was sitting on the beautiful marble floor with Arthur lying down near him, his head on his lap. The two white wings were spread out, taking a good section of the cathedral for themselves. Ivan was sitting in mid air, his six wings lazily moving back and forth as he kept his eyes closed. The atmosphere was nice, calming and relaxing. It was the feeling of accomplishment after years and years of labor. Arthur was finally in his arms and was more than happy to see him. He didn’t push him back.
The demon sighed softly, his bat wings spreading out before tugging behind his back. He leaned down, letting his lips gently touch Arthur’s forehead, then his nose and finally his lips. The two pair of lips touched each other and soon enough a pink tongue was peeking out from Alfred’s mouth. He let the wet muscle rub against Arthur’s lips, teasing him just a bit before letting his tongue slip inside the angel’s mouth. Slowly, he kissed Arthur, taking in everything he could and exploring every single corner until he was satisfied. The demon let his hands roam over the angel’s chest and arms as he kissed him, touching as much skin as possible until it was time to break the kiss while taking care to not break any skin.
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“What now?” The demon asked and closed his eyes.
Arthur tilted his head back against Alfred’s shoulder, his green eyes staring at the starless sky. “I want to end it.”
“You want to end everything?” The sunny blond smirked, his hold tightening a bit.
“Everything. All of it. It was my duty, He just made me forget it.” The angel sighed softly, one of his hands gently reaching back to touch Alfred’s cheek. “You are going to help me, right Portent?”
Alfred chuckled softly, burying his face against the soft neck that was being offered to him. He let his hands move lower on the angel’s body until they were both rubbing against the soft thighs in front of him.
“Of course, Jibrail.”
super literal names ftw.
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I am very happy with the update. Very, very happy. Like, I want to hug you until you stop breathing happy.
Oh Ivan, even as an angel, you still manage to scare everyone shitless. ♥
Wait...so if demons are created through hate...and Ivan mentioned an angel's hate...and Arthur hates humans...and his real name is Jibrail...oh shit...
WE'RE ALL DOOMED! D:
That's freaking awesome. XD
Update soon, please. ^_^
But question: why Jibrail? Wasn't he a messenger angel? I don't remember him being associated with any death or destruction...
Portent was a fabulous choice though. XD
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I'm really intrigued as to the direction it's taking. Also glad that Arthur and Alfred are back together (even if I do feel sorry for human!Arthur, the poor dear). Keep up the awesome writing author!anon :)
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