Demons and Angels

"I swear to god Alexander! Just leave me alone!" John shouted at his boy- Ex.. ex-lover. Alexander growled and pulled Johns dark red wing, that had been torn up to almost nothing because of fights.

"I am trying to make it up to you! Yet you-" Alexander was cut off by John pushing Alexander back.

"I cannot forget what you did to me! You landed me in the underworld in the first place!" John shouted. Alexander huffed in frustration and his feathery wings tensed up annoyed.

"Not my fault you made a compact with Lucifer.." Alexander mumbled. John's eyes widened with pure amazement for those words.

"I made that deal to save you!! I trusted you! And you throw away my heart into the others when you got bored of it!" John shouted, his eyes darkening from pure rage filling his soul.

Years ago, when they were actually alive.. and happy.. they were dating, secretly of course. Due to society not accepting their love. When John died early, he first went to heaven. He had white angel wings and a halo above his head.. until.. he found out.

Alexander wouldn't be joining him in Heaven. He had sinned too much.

So John was willing to sacrifice himself and his position if Alexander could uphold their love for each other. To keep it safe and secret. John was watching one day when Alexander went to his fathers house. He gave Henry every single paper.. every love, lustful note they shared. Given to that monster. John was taken to hell and was never seen by angel eyes again because his mistake. But was it really his mistake for trusting the man he loved more than anything? He wanted Alexander happy..

"We would've never worked out, John. It was illegal-" John cut Alexander off,

"And you didn't want to ruin your legacy. Gotcha." He finished off, crossing his arms.

"I never said that-!" Alexander said, But was cut off at the end of his sentence again by John.

"But we all know it's true! You cared about your remembrance and not anybody else's! That's what caused you to cheat on your wife, write the Reynolds Pamphlet, driving Maria Reynolds to suicide, throw me away and give my father those papers, and how you killed your own son! He died because he wanted your legacy to be protected! You you you! It's all about Hamilton! The poor immigrant orphan who's oh so smart and knows what's right! Don't worry! Everyone forgives him for everything! Because we all LOVE him! But does he care that he makes people fall for him?? No! Not one bit! You put me in hell!" John shouted.

Silence went between them.. John huffing Out hot breath from pure rage. Alexander stood there. Almost emotionless.. like his senses were shut down and he had gone numb. Nothing but a hollow shell as he looked at John. He opened his mouth, breaking the silence by a click of his tongue.

"Yet you still love me." He said plainly. John's eyes widened and almost softened. Not from care, or love. From plain fear in his eyes.

"W-What..?" John stuttered out as he quivered.

"You say all these things. How I'm so terrible, and have sinned so much. How I should burn in hell. But you love me, John Laurens. You wouldn't be here arguing this if you didn't. I can see right past you and you know you love me. You're just trying to convince yourself you don't. Sure, I am selfish. I am greedy. I am hated and loved. And at least I can say that and know it is true. Laurens, I was not protecting only me. I was protecting you and other people. I admit, my selfish ways, led me to stupid decisions. I am self centered, selfish, inconsiderate, ignorant, a whore son, a disgrace of humankind, and just a pure rude person at the finest" Alexander went closer to Johns face.

  John looked terrified. Every ounce of hope and memory seemed to rid him. He was just a ball of fear. A coward some may say for being so weak. At least that's what his father would say.. he knew of it too, and he knew he would hear it many times more. Alexander's cold red stared into Johns fearful ones.

"But at least I'm not the one in love with that man." Alexander whispered, making John almost choke on his own breath. Alexander wasn't only talking about himself.. he was calling John those things as well.. He backed up and turned his back, taking a few steps. He turned his face, looking back at John.

"At least not anymore."