America x Angel!Reader x Demon!England

    ”It’s over. I will not be tormented by you any longer,” I told Arthur as he paced forwards and backwards in the depths of hell. To think that I used to like this place. My love for him blinded me, I didn’t notice how this area was rancid with evil and malice at every corner. He enticed me into his lair, and only now I had the bravery to say that I didn’t want to follow his antics anymore.

    “What are you saying?” He gave me that charming smirk that was so alluring…but I kept my place. I had given so much for him. I had left the sky and heavens to be with him, I gave up my title of a pure hearted angel to the extent that my wings were retracted to my back and will not open, no matter how much I wanted to fly out of this hell. My own wings would not obey me, this was the price I paid for Arthur. And what had he given me in return? Nothing but inconvenience. I was so weak in his hands, I had enough.

    “I will leave this place,” I said to him. “I refuse to spend more time with you. Everyone growing second I’m becoming more tainted. I hate it all!”

    “You know that if you leave…” Arthur sat on his throne of evil, his devil tail flicked under him with a taunt. “You will not be able to return to the heavens. Ever since you talked to me…you know that’s the price you have to pay.”

    “As well as a whole lot of other prices that I wasn’t aware of,” I muttered under my breath. “Anywhere is better than here. Which is why, our love is over, but not our contact with each other. I’m making a contract with you, whether you like it or not.”

    “A contract?” Arthur frowned as his green eyes searched my face, wondering if I was serious or not. “Earth? You want to go down on Earth?!”

    “Yes,” I replied confidently, balling up my fists, ready for him to burst at me. “I will do anything, even if that includes…having you gone.”

    In an instant, a gun was in my hand, pointed at him. As the devil, he would be ‘dead’ only for  a few moments before his body regenerates and he’s back as the evil creature he was. But that was fine. All I needed was to end our relationship of love. Death, no matter how short it was, will be enough to bind my contract with him.

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Third Person POV:

    “Are you alright?”

    Alfred F. Jones, a typical middle class man looked down at the girl he accidentally knocked down. Just the slightest bit younger than him, he couldn’t deny that he found her beautiful. Twinkling eyes looked up at him with shocked eyes, she noticed the hand that was offered to help her up.

    Nodding slowly, the girl accepted Alfred’s hand. She stared into his cerulean eyes…they were so beautiful. In that split second of looking at him, her feelings churned and her heart quickened in pace. When was the last time she ever felt like this? Not even the last time she felt something like this were the emotions so strong. Just looking at this man made her fall hopelessly in love. Was it the kindness in his eyes? The warmth? The polite and bright features of his face?

    “What’s your name?” Alfred asked the girl. He took her hand and smiled sweetly. “I’m Alfred F. Jones. Just call me Alfred, please.”

    “I…I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Just call me (Y/N),” The girl stated. Alfred smiled even wider at hearing the sweet voice of the girl.

    “I’m sorry for knocking you over like that, that was rude of me,” Alfred’s smile turned slightly embarrassed as he blushed slightly. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked down the street before regarding (Y/N) again. “Would you like to come with me? I know an amazing restaurant with the best coffee. Even sugary beverages!”

    And with that, the fallen angel followed the love of her life. As they talked and communicated, forbidden feelings grew inside her. For now, she’ll ignore these feelings as she remained as Alfred’s friend. But one day, she’ll tell him the truth of how she feels about him, and let her sin against heaven grow until it’s a sin on Earth as well.

    A devil watched everything from the depths of hell. Amused at this impossible and disgraceful love that an angel held for a human. But despite this entertainment that made him smirk, he couldn’t help but feel a mysterious pain in his chest. He never experienced such emotions before, but he instantly knew what it was. As he watched the man that had unintentionally stolen the one the devil loved, he couldn’t help but let fury and anger grow within him.

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    “May I please talk to you?” (Y/N) asked Alfred. They have known each other for some time. Alfred looked at her and smiled brightly. He had offered her his home the instant he learnt she had no where to live. She returned the favour by looking after and cleaning his home, giving him company, and giving him all her love, but he still hasn’t noticed yet.

    “Sure, ask away, (Y/N)!” Alfred leaned against the wall of the room. (Y/N) bit her lips and turned to him with a furious blush on her face. Alfred tilted his head with curiosity at her sudden embarrassment.

    “…I love you!”

    And that was all that was needed. Alfred stared at her with wide eyes as he felt his mind try to register the love that was returned. As he didn’t react, (Y/N) felt tears prick in the back of her eyes. She let out a shaky breath before lunging to him for an embrace. And at the worst moment, the impossible happened.

    Her wings came back.

    They suddenly released and sent a blur of white in front of Alfred’s eyes. His eyes blinded by pure white feathers, white wings that contrasted with the black sin that the wearer had committed.

    In shock, he pushed (Y/N) away. She stumbled backwards and slowly reached for her shoulder. It was blocked with her angelic wings that showed who she truly was. Looking up at Alfred, she realised that there was no way anymore for him to feel the same way.

    “You’re…not human…” Alfred murmured, breathless. Just staring her down, (Y/N) felt captive. Feeling like nothing but a monster that deserved to be in a circus. Just to be laughed at by him as he doesn’t feel the same way.

    In those moments, she ran away. Out of the house and onto the street. With her wings retracted once again, she took a sad look behind her, back at the house she wished to spend the rest of her time on Earth in. But knowing that it wasn’t going to be the case…

    She took out a gun. A small firearm that was carried on her all the time. Only the size of her palm, it was the gun that protected her. The gun that was given to her as a holy weapon. The gun that was used to end the life of the devil.

    The gun that will be used to end her own life.

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    “You’re such a fool.”

    Arthur was pacing backwards and forwards again as he muttered insults to the corrupted angel that was back in hell once again. She held her head high and watched the devil pace over and over again. Staying still, she waited for Arthur to speak once again.

    “What are you going to do, now?!” He shouted at her, directly in her ear but she didn’t flinch. His green eyes that reflected nothing but evil searched her face, looking for any trace of emotion but failed to find any. “He does not love you the way you are, accept that already!”

    “How do you know about my time on Earth?!” (Y/N) shot back at him with alarmed eyes. He froze for a moment before shrugging and looking at her with a playful look.

    “I’m bored, I like to check in on those who interest me,” He stated as he put a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t react except for sending a fiery (E/C) glare at him. “But now that he has no chance of loving you back. What do you do? Why don’t you just join me again, back in this hellish paradise?”

    “It is no paradise for me,” (Y/N) replied coldly. She swallowed and looked at him. “I demand to go back to Earth. I want to see him again.”

    “…again?” Arthur seemed unamused, but he sighed in exasperation. “How about we spice things up a little bit? How about next time I reincarnate you as a man? Is your love for him and his love for you strong enough to keep you two together even now?”

    “My love for him will be enough,” (Y/N) replied confidently. An expression flickered across Arthur’s face but he nodded and waved her away again, sending her back to Earth.

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Alfred’s POV:

    “I’m sorry for your loss, Mr Jones,” A man politely stated to me. He was just a neighbour, I was surprised he even attended the funeral. “I wish you the best recovery over you losing her.”

    “Thank you, sir,” I stated. I walked out of the chapel clad in black. I was a fool. To let go of (Y/N)…it didn’t matter if she was human or an angel. She was still the purest and most beautiful thing I ever laid eyes on. I shouldn’t have pushed her away, I should have told her how I really felt and that I love her back. But it’s too late for that, isn’t it…?

    “Are you alright, sir?”

    I looked up to see a young man around my age. I didn’t see him at the funeral, but he still wore black of mourning. He had short, (H/C) locks and the most dashing (E/C) eyes. Those eyes…held a look of familiarity. The warmth in them…why does it feel I’ve met this person before?

    “I am, thank you.”

    “The funeral service…I guess whoever passed meant a lot to you,” He said sympathetically.

    “She did…” I replied. “She confessed to me…even though I felt the same…I pushed her away…”

    “I’m sure, she knows you feel the same, up in the heavens,” He smiled brightly at me. Even that smile seemed so similar. The smile seemed so genuine even though the topic wasn’t on him. “I’m (B/N) by the way. Your name is…?”

    “Alfred…” I said, stunned. I watched him for a bit and I felt a blush on my face. What were these feelings? These feelings…the last time I felt them was the first time I met (Y/N). This man had a similar affect on me like (Y/N) did. If these feelings are the same…than it can only mean one thing.

    I’m in love.

    “Join me, my new friend,” (B/N) smiled heartily. “I know an excellent restaurant around here that serves the best coffee! Even some sugary beverages if you are interested. You care to join me?”

    “...Yes…please…”

Third Person POV:

    And so (B/N) and Alfred visited a restaurant. The first restaurant Alfred used to meet (Y/N). It was the start of a friendship, that soon grew to a relationship of pure sin. The days were loving, full of feathery kisses on the cheek and forehead. The nights were loud and were full of activities that were nothing but pure passion. No matter how many people may disapprove of their relationship, no matter if the devil disapproved, they were in love with each other, and will show it in any way possible.

    “Alfie, come here!” (B/N) called out. Alfred eagerly followed his voice and sat by him on the grassy fields they visited every once in a while. He noticed how (B/N) had something in his hand, something small and delicate, judging by the way his hands gently covered the object.

    “What is it?” Alfred asked with a loving smile. (B/N) uncovered his hands to reveal a ring made of small daisies. He smiled brightly as he put it on Alfred’s finger.

    “It ain’t a wedding ring, but a ring of promise either way. Remember that I love you, Alfred.”

    “I love you too,” Alfred replied, putting emotion into his every word. (B/N) looked at his watch and then his eyes lit up. Kissing Alfred’s forehead, he stood up.

    “I need to get something for you, you wait here!”

    As (B/N) ran away to get whatever he needed, Alfred looked out into the distance. His hand gently stroke the petals of the daisies that comprised of his flower ring given to him by (B/N). In such peaceful bliss, he failed to hear someone approaching him from behind, and he failed to hear the hammer of a gun pulled back, ready to fire.

    It was Arthur. The devil used all his power and strength to walk on Earth. To get back what he wanted. To show that even the devil can have a heart that contains just enough purity to love the fallen angel. But despite the feelings he felt, the foolish human had to interfere and steal (Y/N)’s heart. And whether he liked it or not, he was going to pay.

    “Sir, I think you’ve stolen something from me,” Arthur stated. Alfred tilted his head at the unfamiliar voice and turned around. His eyes narrowed at the sight of a gun pointed at him. Electric blue eyes clashed with emerald green. Arthur’s face was full of nothing but disgust as he looked at Alfred.

    “And I want it back.”

    Arthur shot his gun and watched with satisfaction as Alfred fell limply to the ground. Instantly, Arthur used his power to sink back into hell, and watched as (B/N) walked back to the hill that he left Alfred on. Upon finding his love lying dead on the ground, (B/N)’s eyes widened and fell to his knees next to him. Grabbing Alfred and hugging him tightly, he started to cry. A fountain of tears were wept and stained Alfred’s clothing as they dropped from his eyes. How many times must he sin, just to spend a happy life with the one he loved?

    ”Arthur…I demand another contract. Bring Alfred back. Please. With your power…”

    “I will not, (Y/N). I will not make my efforts to assassinate someone go to waste.”

    “You…you killed him?!”

    “Of course. Understand…you may be an angel and I may be a devil. But you are the angel who has sinned, and I am the demon that has done good. We were meant to be together. I will not use my power to bring a pathetic human back to life.”

    “…I see how it is then…”

    “Finally you now understand. Come join me, come back to your burning home.”

    “No. It just so happens I don’t need your power to bring Alfred back…”

    “…(Y/N)…don’t you dare!”

    (B/N) looked down at Alfred, his blue eyes looking back up at (B/N), cold and dull. He held Alfred closer to him as he murmured something into Alfred’s ear.

    “My dear, lying cold…I will spend all my life for you as I swore on that day…my sin against God…all my acts of treachery and all my sins shall be paid with a true death…so I will die for you…I know, that’s my fate.”

    At the end of her chant, Alfred’s eyes slowly opened, to see the transformation from (B/N) into the true form of (Y/N) right before his eyes. The hair length, the body, everything changed. Except for the warm, loving smile and pure, tear-filled eyes that shone a vibrant (E/C).

    “(Y/N)…” Alfred stared with wide eyes. He extended his arm, in hopes to touch her and feel her touch again.

    But she was already gone. And in her place, was a sleek, floating feather as black as sin itself. It floated down until it landed on Alfred’s palm. His eyes widened as the truth was unravelled in his mind. (B/N)…was (Y/N). She was an angel who walked on Earth, sacrificed herself and even reincarnated herself to be with him again.

    “(Y/N)!” Alfred cried out as he clutched the feather to his chest. After minutes of shouting until his voice got hoarse, after crying to the extent he ran out of tears. He delicately held onto the feather which now meant the world to him. The only thing he still has of (Y/N). He’ll treasure it forever. He’ll keep it. He’ll refrain from sin, make sure his soul is the purest as it can be, to have the right to see his angel again. The feather, he will keep until he meets (Y/N) again.

    Until then…