PANICKING

Book at the gates.

TheWishingWells... Thank you SO much for giving me the idea to write an Alastor x  you know who.

Alastor manifested in heaven, floating in the air for a moment, before crashing to the ground face first.

With a groan, he sat up, and nearly lost the last of his sanity when he saw the golden gates in front of him.

Looking around, he saw that he was wearing exactly what he usually wore, however the coat was gold, he shirt white, and the cuffs of his pants and shirt were black. His pants were now a golden-orange color.

His ears pinned against his head as he realized what had happened.

"Uh... Hey, buddy. You okay?"

Alastor looked up, and saw an angel with a book.

"Clearly not! Send me back to hell THIS INSTANT!" Alastor growled, standing up.

The angel chuckled. "You're not going down there! Name?"

"Alastor..." The deer mumbled. All this perfection and kindness was giving him a headache.

"Alright... Last name?"

(Idk he doesn't have one so just going with Heartfelt bc everyone uses it)

"Heartfelt."

The angel bit his tongue. "Aha! Well, woulda look at that! Name's in the book, you were a redeemed sinner! Congradulations!"

Alastor grumbled and crossed his arms.

The angel flew down to him. "By the way, I'm St. Peter!"

Alastor looked at him, and raised an eyebrow.

The angel- St. Peter -chuckled nervously. "I... Guard the gates... Heh.. heh heh... Yeah. Um..."

St. Peter, now getting a better look at Alastor felt his heart jump in his chest.

"My Lord... Forgive me... I think I'm gay..." St. Peter murmered.

Alastor stared at him. "Heaven has gays?"

St. Peter nearly choked. "Agh! Did I say that out loud?! Shit!"

Alastor looked mildly disgusted. "I won't tell anyone if you send me back to hell!" Alastor offered.

"No... No it's fine!"

Alastor arched an eye ridge.

"Um... You want me to show you around?"

Alastor shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Fine"

"Then follow me!"

St. Peter led Alastor through the golden gates, and at once Alastor felt completely stranded in an unfamiliar world, with unfamiliar people and unfamiliar buildings.

He hid his unnease as best he could, but internally he was screaming. He tried to focus on the fact that he was here, and that it meant he could be better, but it all kept crumbling when he thought about the hotel.

How was Charlie? Were the others surprised he'd been redeemed before them? Did they even care? Had they forgotten him?

He fidgeted his fingers nervously, and kept glancing in a different direction every couple of seconds.

"... And here we have a café! If you want a drink I can buy you one!" Alastor looked down at St. Peter, and felt increasingly uncomfortable. Although he must admit that he was thirsty.

"Sure." Alastor followed the angel into the small café like a lost puppy, and the two sat down at a table in the corner.

Alastor avoided eye contact with everyone, and let St. Peter order anything he wanted for him. He was too focused on how to get out of here to realize he'd been zoned out for nearly an hour.

Following the angel aimlessly around the streets without seeing or hearing anything of what he did or said.

That is until they entered a big meeting room with a long desk, and two angels sitting at it.

The most shocking thing was Sir Pentious, at the end of the table.

"Sera! Emily!" St. Peter announced, running up to them. The two seraphims looked up when they saw him.

"Yes St. Peter? What is it?" Sera asked, sipping her tea 

"Another one got redeemed! Two in under three days!"

Emily and Sera looked behind him to see Alastor. The deer waved at them nervously, and Emily's face lit up.

"Oh my goodness! How did you get redeemed?" She asked, flying over to the deer, who backed away slightly.

"I bled out on the floor this morning while making breakfast..." Alastor mumbled in response.

All three angel's stared in shock. "WHAT?!"

"Adam gave me a bad wound. I was fighting to defend the hotel... my friends..."

Sir Pentious slithered up to Alastor. "We're you're friends?"

Alastor nodded. "Of course you are!"

The snake squeeled and hugged Alastor. The deer was tense, but settled into the hug. No one noticed St. Peter's eye twitch when he saw it.

Sir Pentious let go, and began rambling on about all the fun things the two 'rivals' could do together in heaven.

Emily and Sera thanked St. Peter, and led Alastor and Sir Pentious to show them around heaven.

St. Peter returned to his post by the golden gate, and underlined Alastor's name in his book.

With a slightly crazy look in his eyes, he slammed the book shut, and murmered: "He is mine... I won't let anyone in Heaven or Hell take him from me...!" *insert evil laugh*