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Angel

(Because there isn't enough Angel!America's out there)

Arthur sighed, resting his head on his arms. He couldn't cross the stone wall, so all he could do was watch.

Watch the beautiful angel.

His large, pristine white wings that glimmered in the bright light. His bright, sky blue eyes. His wheaten blonde hair. His sun kissed skin. His smooth voice. His awe inspiring grins. His proud, gracious stature.

This angel was by far the most beautiful being in the devil's eyes.

Arthur's pointed tail twitched and his sighed again, gazing longingly at Alfred's wings. They looked so strong and powerful, yet graceful and soft. Arthur wished to touch those perfect feathers. Arthur wished for the beautiful angel to speak to him. To smile at him.

Yet, Arthur knew it wouldn't come to pass. Angels didn't see beyond the stone wall if they did not want to. Yet, Arthur didn't have that option. He wasn't an angel.

The angel laughed with his fellow angels as the began to walk away.

Arthur gasped and shot up, slamming his hands down on the smooth stone. "No, don't leave!" He cried.

However, the angels didn't hear him. He didn't hear him. Arthur deflated back into the stone, whimpering softly. Of course the angel wouldn't even want to know Arthur if he even knew Arthur existed.

Arthur was a lowly incubus- a sex slave reserved for only the high ranking devils. He didn't know why he was a desired incubus among all the many incubus and succubus, but he didn't bother to asked.

Of course, no angel, especially such an esteemed angel, would want anything to do with lowly incubus Arthur.

Arthur couldn't help craving the angel. Not just sexually- although an incubus can't help the sexual urge- but romantically as well. He wished for the simplest of things. Holding hands, sweet words. That was all Arthur asked for.

Though, Arthur probably wouldn't deserve it. He was sent to Hell for a reason. Many reasons, actually.

Arthur pitifully sank to the pitch black floor, back against the stone wall. "I don't think my prayers will be answered anymore, but..." Arthur trailed. Now that he's started, he didn't know what to say.

"Go on."

Arthur gasped and jolted at the voice. He leapt to his feet, leathery wings spread wide in surprise. "Angel!" He yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth as he faced that beautiful angel.

He grinned and tilted his head. "I'm listening to your prayer." He leaned on the stone wall, arms folded over the stone to hold his weight.

Arthur flushed completely, his wings trembling. What was he supposed to say to an angel? Let alone this angel!? "Y-you've been-? How'd you-? I-"

The angel laughed softly. "I've seen you since the first time you visited the wall. I've listened to you mumbled to yourself."

Arthur's face heated up and he almost sank to the floor.

"I know that you know my name." The angel mused, leaning closer. "Will you say my name?"

Arthur gulped, lowering his hands. "A-Alfred..."

Alfred's eyes sparkled, his grin widening. "There!" Alfred's grand wings raised up and shook. "There you go! It's nice to actually get to talk to you." Alfred rested his chin on his arm. "Why didn't you want me to leave?" Arthur jumped at the unexpected question and looked away. "You can answer me. I won't hurt you or something."