Larry Shorts

Angels of Damnation

A/N: This doesn't represent my beliefs.

"Can't say I ever thought Heaven would feel like a prison."

"Yeah? Well try being in Hell Harry." I glare at the angel with the lovely green eyes.

The glowing angel behind the golden gates.

The angel I'd never reach.

"I'd like to honestly." He responds, and damn. I just want to kiss those soft lips. Contrary to the general belief that people become spirits when we die, we have tangible bodies.

Different ones though.

Harry? Beautiful Harry has golden skin. Every inch of him glistens and glows.

Me? If smoke was tangible- that would make up my body.

I grip the fiery gates in which I am eternally trapped behind. "No you wouldn't. Trust me."

"You don't know that Lou."

"Darling," I take a long drag of my cigarette.

Yes. They have cigarettes in Hell.

Everything is burning down here anyway.

"You wouldn't like it here. You wouldn't."

"But you're not that far." Harry responds. "I can't spend forever without you."

He's right. I'm not that far.

There's only a staircase separating Heaven and Hell.

"Yes you can Harry. And you will." My tone is stern. It has to be.

Harry won't take me seriously otherwise- not that he usually takes me serious anyway.

"You can't make me." Harry counters, lying on what can only be described as the most luxurious cloud you could ever see, and kicking his legs back and forth. Chin resting in his hands, smile soft, and eyes determined.

I sigh. "Harry, please. You can't keep talking to me, you'll get caught. I don't want you sent down here."

"What, you don't want me?" He raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking up into flirtatious grin.

"No.. Harry fuck no I want you so bad." My tongue glides across my top lip, sweat beading at my forehead.

Is it because of his smile?

The fact that I'm literally burning in hell?

I'm not entirely sure. Maybe both.

"Then I'm all yours. I'm not going anywhere." He responds, not making any effort to move.

How long Harry has been visiting me at the gates, I'm not entirely sure. It's been a long time though. That much I know.

Each time, he's getting closer.

Closer to absorbing my darkness and being forced down here.

Down to literal Hell.

Forever.

"You don't belong down here lovely, please stop coming to the gates. You know what's going to happen, and there's no way back to heaven." I practically beg.

It's hard. Really hard, because I don't want to be without him. I've fallen in love with this golden beauty. He's perfect. Not a flaw on his glowing skin.

An angel. In the most literal sense.

"You don't belong there either Lou.." he starts and I shake my head.

"None of that. Every piece of my being belongs here and you know it."

"But... Louis" his voice is soft, gentle. "You can't say that every piece of you belongs in Hell. You're kind enough to care about my well-being more than your own desire."

"Harry..." I can feel tears forming in my eyes.

Yeah we cry in the afterlife too. I wish we didn't.

I wish there was no emotion.

No- I just wish there was no afterlife at all.

I close my eyes, trying to pour out what good I have in my damned soul to him.

"I love you. That's why you can't come to the gates anymore."

It's too late.

The golden one is descending down the stairs, his glow fading.

His skin becoming ashen and gray now. His eyes cold.

He's never felt so overpowered by darkness.

As he steps through the gates, all the love leaves my body.

I can tell it leaves his as well.

Anyone can be in love with an Angel.

But only an Angel can be in love with a soul that is damned forever.

I told him this would happen.

But his soul was too innocent. Too pure.

We could make it work. He said.

He was wrong though.

Now here we are.

In despair.

But so it goes in Hell.