Heaven and Hell (A FOURSWORDS AU, YEAH, MORE FANFICS, DEAL WITH IT)

One Hell of a Girl

She had always been described as someone happy in Heaven.

But she was really just content.

Content with her reward for living a good life, even though it was hard.

And she was said to have a tan from the glowing lights of Heaven she was now cursed to burn in.

But she used to love those lights. And she still does. She loved letting the light bleach her flawless hair to a bright white, she loved studying her glorious surroundings with pale eyes, she loved feeling comfortable in a clean, modest white dress where all she could ever know for the rest of eternity was a full stomach and no suffering.

Except for the suffering she had to watch from her place happening in the Human World and in Hell.

We were all forbidden to go down to Hell. The Human World was fine, angels were supposed to go there, as were demons. But Hell was restricted, angels couldn't thrive there.

And she knew that.

And we all knew she had a love for all things. So no one thought much of how almost all her time was spent in the Human World, and because no one thought about it, no one noticed when she came across a demon.

And no one was there to stop her from falling in love with a demon.

Or to restrain her from following him into Hell. Because the demons didn't have wings, they couldn't go to Heaven, but all it took was a couple steps for an angel to go down the wrong path.

And it hadn't ever happened before so no one knew what to expect when they suddenly realized that an angel had fallen...

...for a demon...

I guess all the angels feared that all of a sudden she wouldn't be able to get out of Hell, and would be trapped there forever.

But that was something everyone inhabiting Hell would have been happy to hear. They just feared that the lovely, good natured woman would leave and wouldn't be able to return to Heaven or Hell, and would be doomed to wander the Human World for the rest of all Eternity.

I had read of someone describing her and her lover in the Human World, ready to part...

...before a scream erupted from her throat. And like that, the feathers on her wings seemed to fall off and her wings just seemed to vanish, her entire body seemed to catch fire, her hair blackening like ash, her dress smoking, everything about her darkening as she shrieked in pain before falling to her knees.

And she looked up grinning.

Everyone tried to picture her as sad after being thrown out of Heaven, but I had seen her, happy, thrilled at being out of there.

They say she spent a while in Hell with the demon she fell in love with. They see wasn't as pretty, wasn't glowing, was imperfect but that didn't matter because she was so happy. They say that the two even had a child who did have to wander the Human World without a family.

And then she wasn't as happy, because she wasn't content.

They say that instead of her having just fallen for the demon, she fell for the Human World. Which she wanted to protect and live in.

And while she was excited about it, he wasn't. And he stayed in Hell while his angel left him.

She was looked at as the protector of the damned. She helped guide souls to where they belonged, welcoming them to their afterlife, whatever it may be.

They say that she was too bad for Heaven but too good for Hell, so she went to the middle ground, a place full of people that were both.

In Hell, she was a promise for those who wanted to be more than trapped, demonic, monstrous souls.

But in Heaven, she was someone to be feared. A fallen angel who cut the wings off of any other angel she met, because she thought that was the right thing to do.

A demon would look at her as a friend.

An angel would look at her as an enemy.

And I looked at her as a mysterious stranger with a crooked grin, extending a hand that seemed to hold an offering of warmth and love, and in the other, a sharp saber that seemed to glow in the sunlight.