He was created with precision and  delicacy. Every eyelash, every freckle was set in the correct place an accounted for, his body a white canvas for the Gods to do anything they pleased. Nimble fingers stretched, soft to the touch, longing to be held in warmth of another; blue eyes deep as the ocean, and sliver like the full moon at midnight; lips rightfully pouted, endearing like the color of fresh peaches, gasping with the sights of beauty. Platinum blond hair falling into mercury orbs, long eyelashes looking down, only to wonder what was below, but never to actually witness.

He went by the name of Draco, last name unknown as it didn't matter up here in the clouds, they belonged to the Gods. His honey dipped wings that clung to his shoulder blades fluttered amongst the bright lights of what was known to be lights of creation. His young mind was wanting to be filled with knowledge about the underworld, also known as Hell, just begging to catch a glimpse.

Sadly, he was unable to. The others say he's too young, too innocent at the age of eighteen- that his mind would instantly be damaged after looking into the pits of fire. They say he was safe up here, and Draco didn't argue that, he liked being safe.

Every now and then, he didn't mind taking a little risk because curiosity ruled his mind.

The boy was on his knees, laying down on his calves with his gentle hands resting on his thighs, so very close to the edge, trying to bend over to get a tiny look-

"Draco, what are you doing?" Came a high pitched, startled voice from behind, making the blond jump back, heart skipping a beat. He quickly became saddened that he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do, especially untrained.

Draco cleared his throat, standing back into his bare feet, stepping away from the Edge carefully. "Nothing-" he replied, turning to face whoever spoke to him, body internally relaxing when he saw the soft, bright features that resembled his own. It was his Mother and thankfully, not a Guardian Angel, he would be in bigger trouble it was one of them. "I was just looking, I'm sorry." He said honestly, tilting his head away from the sharp silver orbs gazing down upon him, and he bowing his head in apology.

He heard his dearest Mother sigh in affection, smiling warmly as she stepped closer to her son. "I know you're curious darling, but it's too hazardous for you." A hand lightly landed on Draco's dainty shoulder as the concerned words were spoken, a frown tugging at his lips. Everyone thought he was too sensitive for things like this... he was, but he tried to prove otherwise.

"I know, Mother, I need to finish my studies about the underworld first," he sighed, continuing to look down at his toes, curling them in disappointment.

His Mother, named Narcissa, gave an approving smile towards her son. "That's right, and if you were studying right now, you would have known that you could've fallen all the way down into Limbo."

Limbo, the edge of Hell itself. Draco read up this a few days ago when he was lingering in the library, the bookkeeper seemed to wander off and that gave the blond a chance to sneak into the restricted section.

Limbo is the part of the underworld where people are sent if they died in original sin without being assigned to Hell of the Damned, which is what most mortals are aware about. The angel assumed Limbo to be the most agonizing part of the underworld, where souls are trapped to be continuously tortured by vigorous teeth of the mutant wolves, permanently.

A shiver ran up Draco's spine at the thought, gulping down built up salvia that made his throat ache. "I won't go near the edge again, Mother. I promise."

"Good boy. Now, dust off your robes, and return to your books." The woman ordered, keeping her chin held high as she disappeared down the golden walkway, probably going back to her own assigned duty.

Every angel in heaven is assigned something when they turn of age, which is twenty, Draco only two years away. His Mother was a death certificate angel, she determined when the mortals down on earth where going to die, and how. Draco didn't fancy enduring that job, he didn't enjoy the thought of death, let alone deciphering it.

Dusting off his robes like his mother said, he shuffled away from the frightening edge, taking the same pathway his mother did. Feet padding along the cold tiled ground, heading back to the library, not too far away from where he was. It's where he left his books opened and unread.

Hurrying into the library where all the young angels were taught, he hoped Ms. Pince hadn't noticed his absence. He couldn't have been gone that long- approximately ten minutes have passed, he assumed so anyways.

The library was mesmerizing, white marble tiled the walls around them. The book cases were lined with bits of gold as the god made sunlight illuminating down upon them, giving them glistening and eye captivating appearances, they stood proudly on the shelves, stacked in time, from the beginning, to the present. The books were drenched in all colors of the rainbow. The literatures inside were not printed, but all hand written by the ones who held all knowledge, the ones who created everything. It left a string pull at Draco's heart, he adored this place, and he'd be lying if said he didn't spend most of his hours in this place, face covered engulfed by the tons of books.

Irma Pince has been the bookkeeper for this librarian since the beginning of Earth. Her hair was a thin, sleek brown, straight all the way down her back- she wouldn't dare cute it off. Her eyes were a deep brown that held all the information that the Gods created. She knew everything, and because of, Draco respected her dearly. He rarely skipped her teachings, but when he learned something new, he couldn't wait or contain the bubbly excitement raising up in the pits of his stomach to see it firsthand.

When the blond learned about the seven deadly sins that were written on stone, he immediately slipped out of class and trotted all the way to where it was held. It was a glorious sight to see, and boosted his pride to know that out of all his classmates, he was the first see it in person.

The angel quietly slipped into his chair like he hadn't been missing, and flipped to the correct page that the librarian was speaking about. His lungs released a smooth sigh, his anxiety was vanishing into thin air, and he tapped on his friend's shoulder to catch him up on what he missed.

"Theodore," he whispered, leaning over closer to the same aged angel, "what happened while I was gone?" He asked intently as he was one of the few angels that liked to gobble up all the information he could about the heavens and the underworld, including earth. It was all very important to acquire, Draco knew that- he took his studies seriously.

The brown haired angel turned around, eyebrows furrowing in a state of confusion. Cleary, he didn't even realize that Draco disappeared to begin with. "You were gone? Where'd you go?"

With the teacher speaking aloud, the words she spoke merely became background noise as the two talked to one another

"It's not important, Theo, just catch me up," the blond spoke timidly, biting his lower lip. He didn't want others to know where he had been, they would tell the Guardians and then they would end up keeping a watchful eye on Draco. The angel was grateful of the freedom he had, he didn't want to lose it. Wishful thinking it was, and frustrating.

"We're just on the subjects of the seven deadly sins. Surely you already know about that since you usually read ahead of the lesson," Theodore snorted, taking the bronze, feathered quill in between his fingertips, unrolling a few inches of parchment with words written down on the beige colored paper, words that went along the lines of 'gluttony', 'greed', and 'lust'.

He did, in fact, already inform himself about this subject.

But, lust. The only sin that Draco could not comprehend, or wrap his head around. He's read about the act, when two people go under sexual acts without a marriage bond. That sex was only for reproducing, not for one's pleasure. Oh, how the innocent angel yearned to understand more about the topic. But atlas, that would never come either, nor would he experience it.

A muffled giggle fell from his heavenly lips, a precious noise that could make anyone swoon on their feet. "And thank goodness that I do, or I would've been lost terribly right now."

"You're really not going to tell me where you've been?" Theodore pegged.

"Maybe I'll tell you..." Draco hummed, tucking his wings securely and comfortably on his back, having a while to go before the lesson ended. "But when we get out of class, I don't want others to overhear." He mumbled quietly, looking around as he said that, hoping no eyes were set on him and Theodore whilst they spoke amongst themselves in a hushed manner.

"And as long as you don't tell anybody," the blond angel quickly added.

Theodore huffed, "Whatever secret you're keeping, it's safe with me." 

                            
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After the lesson came to an end, the two stopped outside of the library whilst the other angels ventured back to their homes, the sun dimming down as the sky began to transform into a swirl of colors, orange and pink, Draco's favorite time of the day. The peacefulness comforted him, he wondered what sunsets were like in the underworld... did the underworld even have sunsets?

But, as Draco promised, he finally told his close friend where he had disappeared off to during the lesson.

"You went to the edge? Do you know how dangerous that it is? What if you-"

"What if I fell into Limbo?" Draco cut him off, already aware of what Theodore was about to say. "Just keep your voice down, alright? If a Guardian heard, I'd be doomed." He didn't even want to know what the consequences of being caught near the edge would be, it made his stomach churn upsettingly.

"It'd be better if you fell into Purgatory than Limbo," Theodore mentioned, making the smaller angel marrow his eyes, curiosity beginning to thrum through his veins- never a good sign.

"Purgatory?"

The brown haired boy let his mouth drop open in disbelief. He actually knew something that Draco didn't, and Draco was the smartest young angel there was. Theodore was feeling quite proud of himself then.

"Purgatory is the place between heaven and hell, Draco. It's where certain angels go down and purify the souls that could still enter heaven. Some sins can be forgiven basically, it's those angels that decide that. If not, they go right into Hell of the Damned," Theodore explained throughly, letting his friend understand why the edge of Hell, Limbo, was the most bone-chilling part of the underworld.

The information slowly registered inside of Draco's brain, he fell silent in thought for a while, taking a moment to himself. Unwrapping his groomed wings, he perked up, coming to a conclusion of his ongoing problem.

"Could I be a Purgatory angel?" He blurted out sincerely, eyes wide with eagerness, deeply wanting the answer to be yes. If so, then he would be able to see Hell, work with others that came from below. Demons.

"Well, y-yeah , but-"

"Then that's what I'm going to do," Draco firmly stated.

Theodore pursed his lips together, throwing worried glances over to his optimistic friend. It's not that he didn't want Draco to go through with his ambitions and dreams, he was just afraid that the blond didn't exactly know what he was getting into when it comes to the underworld. The poor angel was naive and gullible. "It's not easy though. You'll have to go through more training than any other job. Why don't you become a Guardian like me? Or- or a Knowledge Seeker, yeah?" The other angel was trying desperately to convince Draco to take a different career path.

"You could add more books to the library and-"

"Theodore," Draco interrupted, batting his long, blond eyelashes, scraping them against his pristine cheekbones, voice gone calm and soft, the slow breeze of the cool hair flowing his hair out of his eyes. He felt the emotion of concern, but nothing would be able to change his mind on this one, he was simply determined. "Trust me."

Theodore released a surrendering sigh, raising both hands up in defeat to indicate that he wouldn't try to persuade him anymore. "What's your fascination with Hell anyways? You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat."

The warm hearted blond shrugged his petite shoulders, some stammers falling from loose lips as a bright pink hue began to paint his pale, rosy cheeks, embarrassment striking up in his posture. "I don't know, Theo, it'll just give me a sense of knowing. I don't like not knowing things, okay?"

Draco looked to his right, sighing out dismally. "A-Anyways, I have to go. Mother and Father are probably wondering where I am 'bout now." He didn't want to carry on this conversation, it was making him uncomfortable, and he wanted to speak to his Mother about the purgatory, to learn more about the 'in between', something he hadn't heard of until today.

"Very well, go on," the brunet murmured.

Draco gave one swift nod of his head as a goodbye, turning on his heel seconds later to rush away from the library, hurrying down to his house where his mother would be waiting for him.

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Irma Pince: the librarian for the school of Hogwarts, 1974-1997, she's introduced in Chamber of Secrets.
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