How to Tame a Demon

5

Alastor's POV

After the talk with God, Adam is now dragging me to meet an archangel. Apparently 100x better than Michael. Adam's words, not mine. He is so eager to show me around and meet everyone. Like a kid with his favorite artwork he recently made. He's much like a child. I can't believe I let a child own my soul. It's better than Lilith though I'm mostly free to do what I want. He drags me down a long hallway until we reach a door that says 'Azrael' on the door in gold fancy letters. Adam knocks, more like pounding the door with his fist, it opens revealing another tall man. Why is everyone else so tall? Jesus Christ. Heaven either took some height from Lucifer when he fell or hated him from the start.

The archangel has black hair and a slim figure. He has the same pale white skin as any angel up here. But instead of his palette being white, baby blue, and gold like any other angel, he has a black, white, and gold color scheme.

"Adam what do-oh! You got yourself a boy toy. Aw. Come in come in," the angel says. He ruffles my hair before letting us inside. My ears twitch in annoyance. Now my ears slightly hurt. Not enough to make me say something or care, but I can still feel it. Adam whispers something to him as we walk in. Something about "ears" and "sensitive". Azrael's room is similar to Adam's, but there are no posters of bands and guitars everywhere. It's more clean and modern. Fancy, if you will. "What's your name, cutie?"

"I-"

"Don't call him cute," Adam says. He gets close to Azrael, all in his face. The archangel raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slightly.

"Jeez man. Okay. I won't." Azrael holds up his hands in surrender. Adam backs off of him. "May I get a name though?" His eyes flicker to me with a smirk.

"Alastor, pleasure to meet you," I say.

"Ah, a polite fellow. Interesting. He smells like a sinner. Rare to come across a sinner who knows manners. Most either hide away in fear of an angel or are plain rude. Pleasure to meet you too, Alastor. I'm Azrael, the angel of death, if you didn't already know."

"He is a sinner. Picked him up straight from Hell at the last extermination," Adam butts in. After you almost sliced me in half. I flicker my eyes at him before looking back at Azrael. "He's an Overlord too."

"Oh? An Overlord? You must be quite powerful. You'll have to show me a few tricks sometime, depending on your stay up here. I'm also taking it Sera doesn't exactly approve of this." Adam just nods. "Figures. How long do you plan on keeping him up here?"

"As long as I want. Duh?" I roll my eyes at Adam's answer. Azrael just nods.

"Well, why don't I give the little guy a tour around Heaven? You could meet a few of my brothers. They'll be interested in a sinners presence in Heaven." He grabs my shoulders and starts to lead me out the door. Until I'm pulled by my wrist towards Adam.

"No no. He's already been around Heaven. His tour is done." Azrael pulls me back and wraps an arm around me. Adam narrows his eyes, a bit of anger glossed over them.

"I can give him a more in depth tour. Afterall, I have been here longer than you, Adam." I sigh quietly. I feel like this will last a good five minutes.

After these two bickered for no reason, I'm now walking around Heaven with both of them following me. Anytime we walk by something, even as stupid as a small park, one of them would point at it and stop to explain a small backstory on it. When one points something out, the other would do the same thing to an equally stupid thing. A lamppost was explained to me 50 seconds ago by Adam. A lamppost. I'm wasting my day hearing two overgrown children talk about useless things. I walk by a water fountain. Guess what happened.

"Look at this beautiful fountain, Alastor. You know, it came into Heaven after our 100th winner walked through the golden gates," Azrael says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. His other arm stretched out to point to the fountain. I roll my eyes. I really don't care.

"Wow, so marvelous," I say sarcastically. Adam grabs me and shows me into the opposite direction, wrapping his arm around me and showing me an ice cream shop.

"Nobody cares about a stupid water fountain," Adam says. This is the same guy who showed me a lamppost. "This ice cream shop is the best in all of Heaven. Has just about any flavor you can think of."

"Does it have the taste of burning flesh and melting eyeballs?" I ask.

"What the fuck? No."

"Not interested then." Azrael and Adam both just stare at me for a moment. I frog blink at them. "What? You two look like you just heard the worst thing ever." After a few moments, they continued their stupid back and forth, agreeing to forget what I just said.