⚠ mentions of attempted suicide, abuse, satanic ritual? And murder⚠ yeah this story is gonna be....eventful

“Ugh, why can't we switch our people! Have you any idea how much danger this guy attracts!? This is unfair and cruel.” The purple haired angel claimed with a frown. “You've been chosen to watch over him till his death Virgil, we all have the same tasks, including myself.” The slightly older looking angel claimed as he wrote something down on his notepad.

Virgil growled. “That's easy for you to say, you got a perfect little cinnamon roll to watch over.” He stated. Logan frowned. “Believe it or not Virgil but Patton is rather hard to keep safe, despite his cutesy demeanor he is rather clumsy. His clumsiness can be a major pain to keep up with.” He muttered with annoyance. Virgil huffed and crossed his arms, his pure white wings folded against his back, as though imitating his current emotion.

“It's harder when you got someone who is literally looking for danger.” He mumbled. Logan sighed and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Virgil, just give it a go okay? And if this job is not for for you, there's always guidance and or messenger. Of course, for someone like you, you can literally choose any job.” He suggested with a small shrug. Virgil shook off his hand and turned away. “That's easy for you to say, I don't really have a choice.” He muttered darkly.

The golden band on his wrist suddenly burned his skin, he hissed and bit back a groan. “Not again.” He seethed as he glared down at the band, engraved in cursive letters read, Roman Prince. “What are you up to this time?” he uttered, he then turned his attention back to Logan who was also gazing down at his own band, a soft look crossed his features.

Virgil turned away feeling as though he were intruding on his privacy. “I'm going to head down, make sure that idiot doesn't die.” He claimed causing Logan to break out of his thoughts. “Oh, yes of course. Try not to get seen please, erasing memories can also be a pain.” The intellectual angel begged. Virgil nodded lazily and ran out of the building, bumping into other angels on the way. Once he was out he was met with the same perfect and beautiful haven, he huffed and extended his wings, for an angel his size his wings were a bit smaller than average, but he was okay with that.

He felt a tug at his chest and immediately knew where Roman was, and so, taking a deep breath he flew down to earth.

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Down on earth a very young, yet slightly idiotic, man was recently running away from a group of men. Clutched in his hand was a wallet that the men had stolen, he, as a heroic character, had seen the scene lay out. An old woman was minding her own business, her purse hanging loosely on her walker, and as she walked down the street the group of men ran by and snatched her purse, grabbed the wallet, and sprinted away.

So, with the intuition of a prince, he ran after them, stole the wallet, and ran away. Which brought him to this current situation. He panted heavily, sweat trickled down his flushed face, and suddenly a bright flash of light blinded him and he collided with a solid figure. The breath was knocked out of him and he fell to the ground, landing on top of another body. He groaned and scrambled off of the person beneath him who groaned in pain. “I'm so so sor—!” Roman gasped at the sight.

In front of him, holding his head in pain, was a young man, white wings were spread out behind him, one of them bent in an awkward angle. “Are you freaking kidding me!? You got to watch where you're going you idiot!” the young male spat angrily, his face flushed red. Roman shrunk back and felt his face burn with shame. “I'm really sorry, ah are you headed to a party or something?” he asked curiously.

Virgil froze, suddenly realizing his biggest mistake. “Heck.” He breathed and suddenly jumped, pushing himself off the ground, and for a moment one of his wings fluttered vigorously before he touched the ground. “Woah, how are you doing that!?” Roman gaped at the male, his brown eyes sparkling with interest and excitement. The angel took a staggering step back, his mind overcome with a new wave of shock. “This can't be happening.” He uttered.

“He ran this way! Come on!” a distant voice yelled, both men turned their head and saw a group of large shadows running towards them, each growing larger as the progressed further. Virgil silently cursed under his breath and took Roman's arm. “This may sound completely crazy but I'm your guardian angel, no time for explanations, hold my hand and don't let go.” He ordered quickly.

Roman did as he was told without asking questions, holding an expression of awe and bewilderment. With a snap of a finger, quite literally, the pair suddenly disappeared. For that quick second Roman felt as if he were nothing, but at the same time also felt completely whole. Everything burned then became icy cold, he could've sworn he was a nothing, he didn't exist, he was just a soul floating around in nothingness, and suddenly, his feet hit the ground and he found himself in his apartment.

He staggered forward and caught himself, his hand was still holding onto Virgil's own. Roman looked down at their interlocked hands, his eyes catching the glint of the golden band around Virgil's wrist. “That's...that's my name.” He uttered breathlessly. The angel wrenched his hand out of the tight grip and looked over his shoulder to get a better look at his wings. “Great, just great.” He sighed and paced around the room.

Roman felt as though his heart would give out. “Do you mind explaining what just happened!?” he screeched anxiously. The angel grimaced and stopped in his tracks. “What happened was that you got yourself into trouble, once again, and you dragged me into your mess.” Virgil snapped. “It's not my fault! They stole a lady's wallet, I just couldn't watch it happen and not do anything.” Roman explained in his defense.

Virgil rolled his eyes and chewed on his lip. “How in the world am I suppose to go back now?” he muttered to himself, his wings pressed against his back as he continued his anxious pacing. “Why do you have a bracelet with my name on it?” Roman questioned, Virgil huffed. “I'm assigned to you, meaning you basically own me I guess, or vice versa.” He explained.

Roman flushed red. “O-oh.” He stuttered out. “Hey listen, nobody set you up to do this did they? I mean, you're not from like a weird website or anything?” his blush worsened as he spoke. Virgil gaped at him. “First of all what kind of weird stuff are you looking at!? Second, no, I told you I'm your guardian angel.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Roman looked away and cleared his mind. “R-right.” He coughed, still in shock, believing that everything was all a dream.

Surely, he had hit his head along the way of his escape. “Of course, that's it, this is all just a crazy dream.” He laughed to himself like a madman. Virgil was beginning to question his human's well being, “right, so since you broke my wing it's only fair that I am put under your care until I am fully healed.” He stated as though it were the most normal thing to request. “Pardon?” Roman snapped his attention back to Virgil.

The angel frowned. “What? Isn't that the most courteous thing to do after injuring someone?” he hummed, Roman looked to the ground. “Most people commit hit and runs but...I'm not most people.” He claimed. Virgil scoffed, “I'll say.” He muttered sarcastically with roll of his eyes. Roman made an offended noise and crossed his arms over his chest. “You barely know me.” He grumbled.

Virgil's mouth dropped open. “Are you serious? I literally know everything about you.” He claimed. “Oh really?Prove it.” Roman dared, the angel could feel a blush rise to his face. “Third grade you got your first big role in a play, it was Oliver and you cried during your first showing.” He started, Roman shrugged. “You were obviously there when it happened. With your parents or something.” He said. “Fifth grade, Christmas time, you wrote a letter to Santa begging him to save your mother.” Roman paled, his heart thundered in his chest.

His throat suddenly became tight, he swallowed thickly. “Alri—”

Virgil continued, “When you first started middle school your parents got divorced, and you blamed yourself. You were so sad that your mother had to take you to a therapist.”

Roman shifted his weight from side to side. “Okay I—”

“Years later when you started highschool you had to bury your mo—”

“Stop it!” Roman yelled, cutting Virgil off. The angel pursed his lips, realizing that he had hurt the young male. “I'm sorry.” He apologized quickly, guilt struck his chest. Roman looked down and sniffed, he rapidly blinked away his tears and wiped at his wet cheek. “So...” He took a breath and calmed himself. “Guardian angel huh?” he pulled on a weak smile, it was then that Virgil remembered why he chose to become his guardian.

That smile. Those eyes. His bravery and selflessness.

Roman sighed and trudged to the couch, he pulled the lady's wallet from his pocket and set it down on the coffee table. “Well, um, what's your name?” he plopped himself onto the couch and looked at Virgil. The angel regained his composure and cleared his throat, “r-right. My name is Virgil, and I've been assigned to you until you part from the living world.” He explained in a bored, almost tired, tone as though he had recited the words countless times.

Roman hummed and shut his eyes. “Does everyone have a guardian angel?” he asked, Virgil sighed. “Of course, you may not see us but we're always watching over you, we come down to earth too and visit every now and then. We tend to travel at an inhuman speed, literally in a blink of an eye.” He stated and walked over to the couch, he peered over and gazed down at Roman.

The man opened his eyes and looked up at Virgil, a blush spread across his face. “Seriously?” he mumbled and averted his gaze, instead he looked out the window, gazing out into the sun setting sky. “Ever had those times where you're in a large crowd and you swore you've heard someone whispering into your ear, calling your name? Or perhaps you've caught something in the corner of your eye, but when you take a closer look it turns out to be nothing?” Roman's jaw dropped, he looked back up to face a now smiling Virgil.

The angel stared at him for a little while longer before the guilt within him could make him sick. He looked away and sighed, Roman took this opportunity to gaze at the angel's wings, they were snow white and ruffled up from the fall, Roman winced in sympathy as he eyed the angel's broken wing. “You can have the extra room here.” He offered and sat up, Virgil looked back at him. “Is that really okay with you?” he questioned curiously, Roman paused to think it through once more. “Yes, it's fine. Wait, do angels even sleep?” Roman frowned in thought. “Of course we sleep.” Virgil replied with a roll of his eyes.

Roman shrugged it off and got up to lead Virgil to the guest room, it was nothing special, just a small bland looking room with a bed and a closet, nothing more. Virgil gaped at the sight of the sad looking room. “No, where's the king sized bed? The fluffy pillows and soft blankets!? Where's the window!” he groaned and fell to his knees in defeat, his wings drooped in reply. Roman leaned against the threshold of the door and waited for Virgil's crisis to pass. “I'm a freshman in college working a part-time job, what did you expect?” he shook his head.

Virgil whined and got to his feet. “You humans are insufferable.” He muttered darkly and dragged his feet toward the bed. Roman held back a snicker and followed Virgil who threw himself on the lumpy bed, forgetting about his hurt wing, he immediately regretted it. He let out a sharp cry of pain and bolted upright, Roman jumped and was instantly by his side. “Are you okay?” worry laced his now panicked voice. “F-fine.” Virgil stammered and bit down on his lip.

Roman looked him over and chewed the inside of his cheek as he pondered on what to do to help. “What can I do to help you?” he asked in an almost pleading tone. Virgil froze and looked at his human with wide eyes. “Nothing. Don't do anything.” He demanded, looking startled. “What? You're obviously in pain, I can't just stand by and do nothing.” Roman argued.

Virgil jumped to his feet. “I'm okay, just don't do anything for me.” He stated and paced the room. “What's wrong with you?” Roman snapped, Virgil stopped in his tracks and glared up at Roman. “This is wrong, I'm not supposed to be here. What am I doing?” he growled and chewed his nails. “You're hurt, because of me, and I'm sorry. But usually guests are supposed to be taken care of in the care of a host. You said so yourself.” Roman explained. “That's how humans do it. It's different for me, it's bad enough you're letting me stay here. And it's almost dark out, last time I checked.” Virgil's voice filled with dread.

Roman tilted his head slightly to the side. “So what?” he hummed. Virgil looked at him as though he were an idiot for even asking. “Okay, so you know angels exist right?” he started, Roman nodded. “What else exists? Our opposites.” Virgil hinted. Roman gasped, his eyes widened with fear. “Demons.” He uttered. Virgil nodded grimly, he balled his hands into tight fists. “I'm down here, stuck for who knows how long. If you were to serve me in any way I'd be punished, and I'm vulnerable seeing as how my wing is messed up.” The angel sighed and tugged at his hair in frustration.

Roman pursed his lips, he was surprised that his mind still hadn't fallen into madness. “Roman...” Virgil swallowed the lump in his throat and his palms grew sweaty. “Yes?” the male uttered. “I need to tell you something, just promise you won't freak out.” Virgil looked at him with begging puppy dog eyes. Roman stared into his eyes for a little too long and soon found himself mesmerized, he had never truly looked at Virgil. The angel's skin was a pearly white, smooth, unscathed. He was short, but to Roman it was cute, and his face was not too muscular or sharp, in fact Virgil seemed to have an adorable baby face.

And...

Roman quietly gasped.

Were those freckles!? They were hard to make out at first, but as Roman looked closer he could make out the small smudges dotting across his face like constellations across a beautiful night sky.

And his eyes, a soft and light brown, almost auburn. They shined like the sun, and just looking at them filled Roman's chest with a warm and giddy feeling.

And finally he looked at Virgil's hair, short and brown with a lavender purple mixed in, and recently messy from Virgil having ran his fingers through it so many times.

The angel frowned and waved his hands to catch Roman's attention. “Hey!” he shouted which startled the male. “S-sorry, I promise I wont freak out.” He stuttered with a deep blush. Virgil sighed and sat back down on the bed, he looked up at Roman and patted the empty spot beside him. “Might wanna sit.” He muttered darkly, Roman gulped and reluctantly did as told. Virgil clasped his hands together and stared down at the ground, his brow creased with worry. “Roman...” He started and suddenly paused, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath before starting again.

“Roman, I wasn't originally your guardian angel.” He stated, Roman stared at him, not fully understanding what he meant. Getting the clue, Virgil continued. “I...I was a demon, originally sent to make sure you—” He stopped himself short, it was difficult to get the words out, but he had to. Roman had the right to know. “I had to make sure that you ended your life.” He breathed.

Roman froze. “When I...” He trailed off and looked down at his arms, Virgil followed his gaze and nodded. “I went against the rules, I don't know why, but I couldn't let you die. I just couldn't...” Virgil reached for his hand but quickly stopped himself. Roman closed his eyes, now he had to process everything once more. “Virgil when I was small, maybe around four or five I met a boy. He lived in the same neighborhood as me, we used to play together, but I noticed something everytime he came over,” His voice trembled as he spoke.

Virgil listened to his every word. “He always had bruises, on his face and body. And when his dad would come to pick him up, the boy would whimper and tremble. He was terrified.” Virgil shook, he was afraid. “One day I couldn't stand it anymore, and when his dad came back I refused to let my friend go. I tried protecting him, because I knew he was in danger.” Roman set his jaw. “I wasn't strong enough, and they took him anyway.” He took a breath.

“The next day he didn't show up, I saw him weeks later on the television. Explaining that he was found dead, chest carved open, lying on a pentagram....” Roman's voice wavered with tears. “He was only a kid, a baby even...” Virgil felt a thunderstorm swirling in his chest, it was new, and it scared him.

“His last words to me were...”

“Thank you.” Virgil whispered.

Roman snapped his head up and looked at him with glassy eyes.

Virgil had tears rolling down his face.

“Roman...” He smiled.

“Thank you.”

And then, the ground beneath them trembled violently, and the sky outside grew dark.

Virgil hissed in pain as the band on his wrist grew unbearably hot, signifying the only thing it was meant for.

Roman was in danger.