A/N: BWHAHAHA! How many of you thought the last chapter was it?

Xxx Boston, New York - December 31, 2013 xxX

Winter had hit hard this year, the snow coming down in gallons. People bundled up tightly as they wondered the streets at such a late hour. Cars crawled along slowly on the icy, slick roads. The wind roared hourly, making people clutch tightly at their coats and scarves.

Arthur couldn't help but think the weather was reflecting his heart.

Try as he might, he couldn't stop the grieving, no matter the vow he made. While he was still proud of Alfred, he couldn't stop the selfish yearning for the demon (former demon).The only reprieve he had was knowing that his tortured soul was finally at peace.

In the months that followed, he did indeed get his life back together. He cut out smoking, but not the drinking, and got himself a steady job at a coffee house, where he currently was located. He was healthy and living, like he knew Alfred would really want him to be. But, he could never bring himself to love again. No, there would never be anyone else.

Thankfully, he still had the fairies to keep him company. However, lately they had been acting rather... odd. They would smile so sweetly and giggle at him, as if they knew a secret they didn't. It did bother him slightly, but he knew it couldn't be anything bad. They were his friends, they would never harm him.

Arthur... *giggle*

He cocked an eyebrow and shifted his eyes to look at the fairy speaking, letting a small smile slip onto his face. "Yes? What are you giggling at?"

You have a visitor!

Well, that was odd. They never informed him of anyone approaching the coffee house before... Was this what all the constant giggling was about, this one visitor? And, if that was the case, why did they know so far ahead of time?

Arthur didn't have much more time to muse before he heard the coffee house's door open, a pleasant tinging filling the room. He greeted the man without looking first, alredy heading to the cash register.

"Hello, welcome to Cream and Sugar, how may I help you?"

"Well, hiya Artie!"

His heart leapt in his throat. That voice, that annoying nickname... He whipped his head up to finally face the customer and almost chocked.

He was met with blazing blue eyes behind glasses and dark, almost sandy blonde hair. The man was obviously just slightly younger than him, judging by the baby fat still present on his face. He wore a shit-eating grin and the glint in his eyes spoke of mirth and mischief. The man just continued to stare at Arthur, through Arthur, into Arthur.

But, could this really...? No, this was just cruel...

"E-Excuse me!?"

"Artie. It's short of Arthur. That's what's on your name tag." The man pointed at his chest, making the Brit stare down at his name tag and feel rather embarrassed. He cleared his throat.

"Mm, yes, of course... But it says Arthur, not Artie. Besides, we're not on a first name basis, anyway."

"Touchy, eh? Not real good on customer satisfaction, are we, sweetheart?" The man winked, he had the nerve to wink at him!

His face grew red, he could feel it, but whether from embarrassment or anger he could not say. "I do bloody well at pleasing customers who are not total gits! Now, are you going to order or what, Yank?!"

The younger man shrugged. "Nah, I just saw you in the window and thought you were cute. I'll take my leave, but no worries, the hero will return! Until the, Artiiiiiie." He grinned more as he stretched out the nickname and turned around to saunter off.

Arthur balled his fists, grinding his teeth harshly. Oh, this man pissed him off. Greatly. And, because of it, it killed him on the inside. Alfred pissed him off, Alfred called him Artie.

"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;"

It was so soft, he almost didn't hear it. The man was singing, standing in the doorway and singing.

"None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy, 'Cause none of them can stop the time. How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look? Ooh! Some say it's just a part of it: We've got to fulfill the book."

Arthur was stunned, mouth agape and heart still as the younger blond finally left the establishment, only to stop at the window and smile at him. It was a wonderful smile, full of love and adoration. He felt time start again as the man blew hot breathe on the cold window and wrote with his finger.

Alfred F. Jones

Remember that name, fey child, because I plan to make you scream it :P

He ran outside, not caring for anything else around him. As soon as he flung open the door, he could feel the cold bite at his coatless body, but he didn't care as he launched himself at the now laughing man in front of him. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, tears flowing freely. Arthur felt a hand, a human hand that wasn't burning from the mere touch of him, softly pet his head.

"I miss you, Artie."

"A-Alfred..."

"Hush down, sweet cheeks, I'm right here... where I belong." He then chuckled. "Well, won't you look at the time?"

Confused, Arthur lifted his head up to stare at his watch. 12:00 AM. Midnight. The first day of the new year. He hummed in approval. "Well, this is a good way to start the new year, dear."

"I know of an even better way." Without even looking, he could hear the suggestiveness in Alfred's voice. Before he could ask what he had in mind, he felt cold but wonderful fingers slip under his chin and bring his head further up. His eyes widened in surprise, then slip close in pleasure as warm lips met his own.

As the parted for air, he heard the soft whisper from his partner, "You're mine, fey child, from now til forever."

He grinned, kissing the former demon, the man in front of him, the one who had his heart since a child. "I've always been yours, you daft idiot. Always."

X

Not all demons were born demons. No, some were born human, born of flesh and blood and bone. Some humans sold their souls for greed, power, love, desire. Some humans dabbled and toyed with the dark arts and trapped themselves into a body of rot, decay, death. Some humans – poor, unlucky, innocent souls – died and simply slipped through the cracks of Heaven, only to have their good deeds no longer matter as the cold, dark hand of Hell gripped them and reshaped them.

Some of those unfortunate ones give in to the darkness, some fight until their soul can no longer take it and fade away, and some… some learn of second chances.

Of those some, this is the ending of the story of just one, one who found true love.