"She's been long gone, friend," the guardians on Heaven replied. "She was the Guardian Angel of a mortal compared to the Lord Himself. When he was crowned King... well, the Lord dragged him and his Angel through Hell. He didn't survive; but she was cast down to the sinful land below for disobedience. We don't know where she has been, not anymore."

The male Angel turned his back to the gates of Heaven. "Say... if I were not to return home, now that the mortal I have guarded has finally passed, what shall be my fate?"

"Your status as a Guardian Angel will be revoked."

"Good enough," he replied, relishing his final flight with his beautiful white wings. "I deserve a retirement too, don't you think?"

"You—well, you'll be fine. Immortal, but not an Angel. But her? We cannot fathom what kind of a Demon she must have grown into. Fallen Angels aren't broken by choice, friend."

"It's okay," he said painfully. "It was my fault for hiding my true feelings for centuries, after all."

"...The Angel Underground Station."

"Pardon?"

"We will not repeat ourselves," they said, avoiding eye contact.

"You both... really... come visit me sometime, please." The male teared up at the sight of his only true friends, looking away from him. "I can't visit anymore myself."

It was a harsh farewell, but the two guards always knew that Angels were misfortunate. With endless lifelines and no space of personal feelings, they had only one rule: blindly obey God or that was it for them.

***

Finding the station was awfully easy, having heard such a specific name from his friends. He found her in a dark, underground tunnel.

"Hey!" he said, feeling the lack of a name for the first time. Angels didn't have names, for they were not individual but a part of God. His heart pumped rapidly – was he really going to... follow the human method of a confession? As in, a confession not of sins but love?

Oh, how foreign and stupid and nerve-racking.

He found her sprawled on the ground. Her back had two slashes of dried blood instead of her wings, her nails were horridly long, and her body was caked with dirt. It was as if she had stayed frozen in such a state for a long time.

The kindest Angel was today a regretting, envious, and revengeful spirit.

He gently put his arms around her and picked her up. "Say something, at least."

She opened her mouth, but only a low growl came forth. She had lost herself completely.

He didn't mind it the least. "You know," he started nervously. "For the longest time, well, I always found you..."

All the words suddenly died down in his throat. He forgot everything he had memorized, from the most erotic words to the most casual ones.

His mind was blank.

He found her staring at him with expecting, innocent, and slightly glowing eyes. He gave a short, awkward laugh to control the mood. What Fallen Angel, what demon, what vengeance, she was still so adorable and sweet!

"You're enchanting," he nonchalantly said.

He settled her on a bench, with a pillar supporting her back, and told her he'd be right back. He wandered through the human stores and brought water after much trouble, having not known he wouldn't find rivers magically bottled up. He didn't get the whole idea of nail clipping, so he got scissors instead and was shocked to find them sharp. And he got a comb for her hair, getting that one concept thanks to an advertisement.

He threw notes of money that he had once printed from his handmade money-printer machine, unaware of their value. Humans could see him, for the first time, but it seemed his magical parts were otherworldly and invisible to them.

After he returned, he helped her wash the mud off her face and combed her hair. He also unscrewed the scissors and used one of the blades to chip her nails cleanly.

He beamed at her, starting to feel his magic seep away. "Humans have quite useful things around, don't you think? Oh, and one last thing—"

His pair of wings disconnected and dropped, as if he had started molting. His halo lost its light and wavered from its position.

"There we go!" he said, crowning her with the halo.

She came to realize what he had done, and horrified, she grabbed him by his shoulders. Her eyes spoke her emotions loudly. How could you?

"It was a small thing," he told her. He sat by her and rested his head on her shoulder. "I wanted to... prioritize my love for you, even if that could have been the last thing I'd ever do."

A Fallen Angel wasn't magic-less. She was capable to bringing back life to his wings and halo. And so—

With her fingers holding up his chin and their foreheads pressed together, she kissed him. The glowing halo sat atop their heads as his wings reattached to his back, and he gently covered her body with them.

***

A/N:

(first draft, do let me know if it's too weird or hard to understand)

I'm bad with imagery but hope I got the scene in my mind's eye across! I've always wanted to see two Angels sharing a halo in a drawing, but it seems there's no picture of it yet.

My friend, Yukki (-s-self_luvr), knows how to digitally draw (I'm pretty sure she's amazing at it!) so I wrote a complete scene to convey the vibe I imagined!

Artists are really cool! :)