demon angel!au, demon draco, angel harry, king of hell draco, not friends harry and ron, half-siblings hermione and harry, hurt comfort, angst, cute, fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, romance
there's a few hints of a favourite show of mine, if you know then you'll know ehehe, let's go with the fic, enjoy reading! don't take offense to this because it's just a fanfic and i'm not tryna insult any religion
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It was such a good day for him, he had decided. The sun was shining brightly in the clear sky, and Heaven's garden he was tending smelled perfectly fresh and healthy. The sight of happy plants as well as the trees swaying due to the soft breeze made him smile just as happily. Despite being an angel; a Principality, he enjoyed human feelings, doing the things humans enjoyed doing. He was supposed to be Heaven's Warrior. God even gave him a gift but he dreadfully gave it away, deeming the human he had crossed path with while he was on Earth needed them more than he. He felt guilty, of course. But he was unable to stop himself from helping out. They had no powers to fend themselves on Earth from dangerous creatures. He did. Hence, he did not need the weapon.
No one knew of what he had done.
No one but the King of Hell.
And the demon was gleefully amused for what he had done. Giving away God's gift. He had blushed terribly when the handsome demon teased him mercilessly for giving away the weapon. Despite replying scathingly to the tease, he still shielded the other from the pouring rain with his fluffy white majestic wing. The demon looked quite surprised by the gesture, he remembered. But he scooted closer nonetheless, grey eyes with slit pupils twinkling gently. "Thank you," he had said, unsmiling but his eyes showed gratitude instead of his face. It sounded very genuine coming from the demon. The angel never knew a demon could be genuine before. Not from what he had heard from other angels from the upper level. According to them, demons were very unpleasant to have a conversation with.
His short period living on Earth had deemed him soft by the upper-level angels. It was all because he had refused to participate in a war against Hell. Archangel Ron and Archangel Hermione reminded him that it was his duty as a Principality to service Heaven when needed but he couldn't do such a thing. Heaven wanted to settle everything with the opposition but he couldn't help but think of the demon he had yet to know the name of and probably never would. He was afraid of the people down below, yes but he knew if he were to join the war, he couldn't kill a single demon, not when they had done nothing personal to him worth being killed for.
He didn't want to do all this tiring work. He didn't want to do the paperwork and send them every few months to the upper level. He didn't want to have responsibility. He wanted someone to care for him instead. He wanted to be understood, to be listened to. He didn't want to be condemned for being different from other angels, for enjoying life on Earth, for enjoying living like a human being. He didn't want to be labelled as Fallen but he also didn't want to answer anyone. He couldn't help but feel ungrateful and guilty. God had given him such a wonderful life and yet he craved for freedom, for being able to do things without fearing the consequences of the upper level. Having these needs... he could be cast out. He could be stripped out of his angelic powers and sent to be dealt with Hell. He loved being an angel but he just doesn't... want to do angel jobs.
"May I have everyone's attention," he heard Archangel Hermione spoke from up high, pulling him out of his reverie. He stood up and looked around, seeing as everyone had stopped what they had been doing to listen to the Archangel speaking. "It has come to an end, the war. Our side had not lost nor did we win. The opposition has decided to offer a peace treaty. To settle both sides from initiating any more wars that would cause a lot of damage, they requested a diplomatic marriage, giving the hand in marriage from one of us to the King, to which the Royal Consort had been chosen by the King of Hell himself. Principality Harry, please see yourself in my office as soon as possible. Thank you."
