Heaven, Hell, and Earth

Chapter 4

"So do you think Angel and Vaggie are still fighting?" Charlie asked Alastor during the walk back.

"Of course. They're always fighting. Always have been and always will be. It's in their blood you know."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well when Solomon told me about where they came from, I became rather curious and started to check the library about both their clans."

"Did you find anything?"

"I found plenty. The moth demon clan was often prejudiced, self-important, and had their own caste system. In other words there were those who descended from the clan's leader and then there were the slaves." Alastor said. "Kind of similar to the ancient Egyptians."

"That's terrible." Charlie said.

"It's their custom."

"It's a terrible custom. What about the clan where Angel came from?"

"The spider demon clan was just as bad. They were aggressive, blood lusting, and very primitive. Much like Vikings. They would invade, pillage, and ransack other lands. They were firm believers in the strong survive and the weak be put out of their misery."

"How awful."

"Indeed. I don't know which is worse. One's a tyranny and the other is full of barbarians. But the two often fought over land, resources, weapons, control of the human race, and of course the natural order of moths being a potential food source to spiders."

"Poor Vaggie and Angel. To have been born into a society like that, I can't imagine what their parents could have been like."

"Best not to think too much on it. Remember, neither one of them like to talk about what happened before they came here."

"I know but at least they know what was there before."

For years Charlie had always wanted to know more about her background. About her parents, she knew who they were in name and in legacy regarding her father but she yearned to know them personally. To know what they were like. To know what brought them together. To know why they had given her up. To know if they had any love for her at all.

Alastor was just the opposite. On the matter of his mother, he would be curious about her from time to time but he didn't about her for long because it would remind him of how his conception had basically ruined her life and how his birth had lead to her death. As for his father, he wanted nothing to do with him. He never wanted to meet him or become close to him and he didn't care for what reason the wretched demon wasn't in his life. As far as Alastor's concerned, his father was nothing more than a rapist who forced his sperm into his mother's egg.

"Does it really matter what was there before?" Alastor asked her. "Well I suppose for health reasons it's important to know but other than that, does it really have any bearing on anyone?"

"Maybe not for you but it does for me."

"How so?"

"I just wanna know why. Why did my mother leave me there at that orphanage?"

"Charlie, Solomon has tried to find out why but there is little to no information on her except for her name, her relation to you, and the fact that she was from a women's shelter. He couldn't find anything else."

"I know that but...I know it shouldn't bug me so much but I can't help but feel rejected sometimes. Like maybe there was something wrong with me and that's why she gave me up."