Angel or Demon

Loose lips, sink ships

By nightfall, Alastor is hesitant to sleep once more. He wasn't sure if what he saw earlier was just a fluke of a dream or something meant to be seen. But why would he of all people be shown such a thing? What made him so special? He didn't feel special. He didn't feel so great to be labeled as such. Maybe, before he entered heaven he would call himself prideful because he would proud of his wrongdoings while hating them at the same time.

A contradicting soul is what he was. What he is and more than likely will always be. Is this why he was seeing such things? But who was showing it to him? He did his best to ignore the dream, and to ignore the reflection he saw in the mirror. Whatever that was just shocked him to the bone, but it brought back that feeling adrenaline that he would feel when he was ready to kill. Luckily, he was an expert at keeping up with appearances, but he couldn't continue to lie like this. He needed to speak to someone. Anyone other than his mother or Emily.

The only other option was Sera, but then another opportunity fell into his lap.

The archangel Michael was in the city for the day, and was going to be meeting him with Emily. Therefore, he needed to try and be presentable to him. He decides to go to bed for the night and surprisingly enough he is left with a peaceful slumber. Perhaps it was just a fluke after all.

By morning he is ready for his radio show, and is prepared to begin eith his fears all now washed away by the steady calm of the morning bells. Before he could start, a knock sounds at the door.

He steps over and opens it only to be tackled by Emily and her squeals of excitement.

"Oh dear, watch where you step. I could easily fall over."

Emily pulls away and nods.

"Sorry! But I'm just excited!"

She steps into the house, and walking along behind her is a taller angel, but with handsome features that were sharper than St. Peter's. He carried himself with greater dignity, respect, and his aura was definitely nothing to laugh at. It was like a pressure that filled the atmosphere upon his entrance, equivalent to the feeling of absolute helplessness.

Alastor's ears perk up as the sensation spreads through his entire body. He steps back and out of pure respect kneels on one knee knowing full well that he should. The taller angel in question nods his head.

"You may stand."

He stands up tall and stares up at the angel in question. His blonde locks slicked back with some of the strands curled at the sides of his cheeks with the tips touching at the blue colored dots. His eyes a deep shade of ocean blue that carried this sense of loneliness, but also security. Adorning his head is a golden crown of leaves that held some of his strands back, leaving a few to fall in his face. His body covered in robed garbs that resembled to the designs of a knight, with the buttons lined with golden colors and curls, his top and bottoms entirely in white with hints of sky blue to match with the colored dots of his cheeks. Hanging from the guards of his shoulders to his back, was a cape colored in white but with golden crosses lining along the bottom edges. At his waist, a belt that held a sheathed in sword with its hilt plated in silver and gold. He folds his arms behind him as he stares down at the soul before him. Alastor didn't need introductions, he knew exactly who this was.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure Saint Michael sir."

Michael nods his head as Emily goes to the desk with her notes in hand.

"We're all ready to start Alastor."

Alastor nods his head and excuses himself to the desk as he sets out his own notes. Michael stands to observe as the two begin the Radio show for the day. The topic that was covered was ascension and descension. Emily listed the many ways people have ascended despite their low levels sins, but also discussed the sins that would evidently leave one to be casted to Hell unless there are certain cases. Not wanting to reveal his case, Alastor nods his head in understanding to agree.