By the early hours of the morning in heaven, Alastor is up with a single mug of coffee with a dash of cream and a dash of sugar to keep a little bit more of the bitter taste. He sat before his microphone stand as it greeted him with a smile, the blue in its center shining brightly. He had to appreciate the design, the colors seemed to fit more toward his current style. The wide opening, with the sentient intelligence that merely screamed that this microphone was his and his alone. The coloring was a bit much, but considering where he was, he was not surprised. His entire appearance had begun to change ever since he first managed to ascend. His hair maintained its brown shade just a bit, but with each passing day the color would fade just a tad bit. Meanwhile his glasses, we're fully replaced with a single monocle to cover over his right eye. A bit of an odd choice to go for just that one, though he had to admit that that eye was worse than the other. The color of the lining of the monocle was gold, while the lens themselves white. His eyes that were darkened with a deep brownish, red, rust of a color—were no longer as dark as they had appeared. In fact they were changing into lighter shades. His skin tone remained the same, but his clothing style was a bit on the iffy side as far as colors go, but he was able to make due.
For his first layer up top he took to wearing a long dress shirt, purely in white with a dark blue upright cross aligning at the center. His sleeves extended to his wrists where the buttons would be cuffed up. Which honestly, good. He didn't want anyone to see the scars that resided there. His over coat resembled to the designs of a governess, as it became close to matching the design of his mother's outfit, with the coat hanging over his legs with just the center buttons buttoned up with the coloring of a light blue with stripes of white. And his pants completely white with his shirt tucked neatly within with a belt that contained a golden buckle at its center.
One other thing he noticed was the animalistic change that was peaking through as well. Emily had stated that it was normal as it represents more or less as to how someone had passed away. Above his head, if he were to look into a mirror, he was sure going to see a pair of white antlers, and his normal human ears were also disappearing as he had begun to notice a small change of deer ears that were beginning to peak above his head. It was strange, but nonetheless he wasn't too bothered by it. It all matched with him, so why complain?
He taps onto his microphone as his mother sets down a dish of cornbread for him to enjoy as she sits beside him with a smile.
Alastor grins as he goes on the air live for all of Heaven.
"Good morning to all you winners as the early hours come to play, I'm here to greet you for another lovely day. I am your brand new host Alastor, and every morning you can count on hearing me to greet you with loving words and hopeful sermons. For those of you that are just waking up and tuning in, a moment of silent prayer to bless the after life given to you. Let's begin with our silence and continue on to our morning prayers."
His mother joins in with him as several winners in heaven who were early risers, picked up on the show and became fairly intrigued to having a voice greet them in the morning, especially for those who were alone and separated from loved ones.
After their silence and prayers, Alastor took in to continue with their topics for the day.
"With the time passing, we have our topics for the morning featuring a lovely woman for a guest, my very own Mother Dorothy and her delectable morning treat for today."
"Thank you very much Cher, now for your lovely morning, afternoon, or even dinner hours this treat will always be a perfect side dish or snack. If you ever had this while among the living, then you'll definitely recognize it. This dish is colored in golden crisp colors with touches of brown, with that savory bitter taste with a touch of sweetness to really hit it off. Today's morning recipe is Cornbread, a classic southern dish of Louisiana. Be sure to take out your booklets and pens, cause I will be sharing a recipe of my own with you today, and from there your morning programs will continue."
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Angel or Demon
FanfictionSummary: Alastor wasn't always a Demon, wasn't always filled with this chaotic rage. In life he felt he was helping people, killing the sickest and demented filth of the world. Upon death he enters Purgatory, but then ascends through the forgiveness...