A Change of Wings (Ch. 1)

    Nope nope nope this was a bad idea.. haha whatever oh no frick frickidy 
    Gilbert swiftly angled his wings upwards, narrowly missing the brick building and actually feeling his foot brush the corner slightly as he careened into the air. This probably wasn't the best idea he'd ever had. Angels weren't supposed to make deals in the first place, especially dangerous deals like this one, and especially deals with demons instead of humans, but what could he say? He wasn't perfect. Perfect. Ha. There were too many angels in this world who actually believed they were perfect. No, that wasn't true, they were raised perfect, taught that they were perfect, and trained to be as perfect as a living being could be. They still had flaws. Gilbert just happened to have an.. abundance of them.
    One of those flaws was that he was more demon than angel. True, he was born from two angel parents who had angel parents, had been raised as an angel, looked like an angel and was treated like one, but at heart Gilbert was pretty sure he was a demon. He certainly took advantage of being an angel, though. Flirting was made easier, humans weren't considered terrible when they made deals with him, and he could get away with nearly anything he wanted to do. There hadn't been a king or specific ruler of the angels in centuries, so the 'rules' angels had to follow were pretty lose. In fact, as far as he knew, the only ones who had to follow laws besides basics (like stealing, traffic,  and such, which didn't really bother people with wings) were the humans themselves. Gilbert, at the moment, was glad for the fact he had wings, and not so much that the demon chasing him also had wings. He spread said wings out, flattening them against the wind to catch a quick updraft skywards.

    "Gilbert Beilschmidt, I am going to kill you," the female screeched from behind him. Luckily this was not a demon he'd made a deal with, the last time he'd done that he'd ended up in the hospital. The demon in question was actually a close friend, and a close friend of a human who made a deal with him, one he'd failed to complete and stupidly still demanded the human hold up his end of the deal. It was simple, steal a few items for him- he could tell making the deal was very uncomfortable for such an esteemed man- and he'd give a few years of his life to Gilbert. An angel could live forever if he joined the city guard, which was what most angels did, but you did see the occasional angel moving around the main city who wasn't on break. It was the same deal for demons, without the benefit of ever having the chance to become a guard. Angels without this job extended their lives by draining life from the people around them, which was something most angels hated doing, draining it slowly from their lover if they weren't another angel, or in a rare case like Gilbert's, making deals with humans to instantly extend it. It helped that the lifespan of an angel was already at around one hundred and fifty years, but that could be quickly cut of if..

"GET DOWN HERE!"

Gilbert quickly spun around midair, moving his wings quickly up and down to hover there for a few moments so he could stare at the demon attempting to kill him with a frying pan. It was hard to kill an angel and harder to kill a demon, but the occasional corrupted angel could get away with it and it was a normal and legal thing for demons. You don't arrest a demon. "Elizaveta, I'm sorry to say I really don't feel like dying today, I only took one year of your boyfriend's lifespan so would you please not kill me? Pretty please?" He was answered with a loud yell of anger as she pushed her wings down, shooting up towards him. Time to go yeah now let's go..
    The albino angel quickly spun around again, angling his wingtips down to descend towards the ground. Gosh dangit, why is it so foggy today, what's that sha- "Oh shit, that's a building!" And suddenly he was crashing through a window into a crowded second-floor restaurant, skidding across the floor and scattering glass among a bunch of humans. Great, now my wings are all cut up and bloody. That's just great. And I ruined my jeans, too. Now was not the time to worry about clothing, though, Elizaveta had dived into the building as well and landed perfectly on the ground behind him. He glanced back and forth quickly as he scrambled to his feet. "Think.. Gilbert.. think.." 
    
    There! The cashier! "You there, blondy with the cool purple eyes! Get this chick a milkshake stat!" He snickered slightly to himself as the boy's eyes widened in shock before he scrambled to get a milkshake for Elizaveta. "What flavor?" Kid thinks ahead, she'd kill me if I got her vanilla. "Chocolate mocha, extra whipped cream," he ordered. Just as Elizaveta walked up behind him and raised her 'weapon,' he spun to face her, grabbed her wrist and handed her the milkshake. "Calm yourself down, Dämon-Mädchen. No need to get worked up about a little deal."

    Minutes of explaining later, he returned to the counter just as his savior cashier was taking his hat off. Awesome, he's got a lunch break. "Hey, hey you, yeah, cashier boy who got Lizzy a milkshake!" he called out, getting the human's attention quickly.

    "W-what? I mean yes?"  The male turned to face him as he came out from behind the counter. "If there's still something you want, I'm on lunch break now, sir, and you can order from the person on du-" Gilbert shook his head as he interrupted him.
    "Nah, that's not what I want. Just wanted to say thank you for saving my ass from Elizaveta." He smirked slightly at his surprised expression; angels were known for their practiced clean speech and hearing the word 'ass' out of one's mouth probably came as a shock to the lower species. "So.. can I get you something to eat?" The blond began to shake his head. "No, please," Gilbert insisted, pulling out his trademark smirking smile. Most angels could sway a person's decision with a change of expression, but Gilbert had a certain talent for it. The human let out a small sigh. 
    "Okay, my name's Matthew and it'd actually be great if you could get me a coffee right now. With maple syrup in it." 

    Soon enough, despite Matthew's protests that he really didn't have to, they were seated in a booth with both of them leaning over a coffee (with Gilbert blatantly ignoring the grumbles directed at him coming from the direction of the person forced to clean up the large glass mess). "So let me get this straight, your name's Gilbert, you're one of those deal-making angels and you got into trouble with that demon girl because you broke a deal with her human boyfriend?" Matthew asked, raising an eyebrow as he sipped his drink. Gilbert nodded, trying to figure out a comfortable position to rest his large wings in the booth. Having them spread out behind him against the cushioned seat wasn't comfortable and resulted with one squished against the window and the other out in the aisle. This is why restaurants for angels and demons are food-stand type things, so we can walk around eating instead of these tight quarters. "Yep, and a milkshake calms her down really fast. So what's got you working in a fast-food joint? You seem intelligent enough to have a really good job."    
    "Well.. I, uh.." Matthew pulled nervously at his shirt as if there were something he'd rather not say. "If you're uncomfortable telling me, I'm not gonna press for information-"
    "No, don't worry about it, I just.." He lowered his voice. "I'm half-blooded, demon and human."

Well, Gilbert thought, scolding himself for not making such assumption, That explains those beautiful violet eyes.