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A Ghostly Invitation - Part 19

Alastor stood in the ethereal beauty of Heaven, the celestial realm that had become his unexpected refuge. Beside him stood Gabriel, an angel whose presence had become increasingly suffocating in recent days. Alastor couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that gnawed at him whenever Gabriel drew near, his touch too familiar, his questions too probing.

"Alastor, my dear," Gabriel cooed, his hand lingering a fraction too long on Alastor's arm. "Tell me, how does it feel to know that Lucifer betrayed you? To know that he abandoned you in your time of need?"

Alastor shifted uncomfortably, his unease growing with each passing moment. He had never been one to dwell on his emotions, preferring instead to bury them beneath layers of laughter and charm. But now, faced with Gabriel's relentless interrogation, he found himself at a loss for words.

"I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I suppose I feel... betrayed. Abandoned. But... but it's more complicated than that."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed, his expression one of thinly veiled disdain. "Complicated? How so?"

Before Alastor could respond, a new figure approached, his presence commanding attention even amidst the celestial splendor of Heaven. It was Michael, the archangel whose authority was unquestioned, his words carrying the weight of divine decree.

"Gabriel," Michael said sternly, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument. "I believe you are making our guest uncomfortable. Perhaps it would be best to give him some space."

Gabriel bristled at the reprimand, his indignation plain for all to see. "But Michael," he protested, his tone petulant. "I was only trying to—"

Michael cut him off with a raised hand, his gaze unwavering. "I understand your intentions, Gabriel," he said firmly. "But Alastor is under no obligation to discuss his feelings with you. Respect his boundaries, as you would expect others to respect yours."

Gabriel's jaw tightened, his displeasure evident in the stiff set of his shoulders. But reluctantly, he nodded, his gaze flickering to Alastor before he turned and strode away, his footsteps echoing in the hallowed halls of Heaven.

Alastor breathed a sigh of relief as Gabriel departed, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. He turned to Michael, gratitude shining in his eyes.

"Thank you, Michael," he said softly, his voice tinged with relief. "I appreciate your intervention."

Michael inclined his head in acknowledgment, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You are welcome, Alastor,"

"Michael," he said, his words hesitant yet resolute. "There is... something I wish to discuss with you."

Michael regarded him with a knowing gaze, his expression unreadable as he waited for Alastor to continue.

"I... I was wondering if there might be a way for me to speak with Lucifer and Liam," Alastor continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Without... without them feeling threatened."

Michael's brow furrowed in contemplation, his mind racing as he considered Alastor's request. He understood the delicate nature of the situation—the delicate balance between Alastor's past and his uncertain future.

"I'm not sure about the threatening part," Michael replied carefully, his tone measured yet sympathetic. "But I will see what I can do. Rest assured, Alastor, I will do everything in my power to ensure that your interactions with Lucifer and Liam are... as peaceful as possible."

Alastor nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Michael," he said earnestly. "It means more to me than you know."

And with that, Michael turned and walked away, leaving Alastor to ponder the possibilities that lay ahead.