Angel or Demon

Secrets in dreams

For the next few days, Alastor is able to be at peace with himself and with his mind. The feeling of being able to fly left him to feel more relaxed than he could ever imagine. Now that he could fly, he was able to get around heaven without much of an issue. During the night, he would soar through the clouds just to hover above them in order to stare at the moon that would be in the sky. The sight just really filled him with the comfort that everything would be alright. The golden entity he had met was correct, all he needed to do was just ignore the whispers and to get rid of his self-doubts. When he looks in the mirror nowadays and sees the version of him in red he merely greets him. He basically was just accepting him and accepting the fact that the reflection was just a part of who he was, a part of himself that needed to remain in the past as he no longer needed to cling onto it. He was dead. He was in heaven. He had obtained his wish to see his mother. He didn't need to keep dwelling on a persona that would serve him no purpose now.

As for the dream of the golden entity, he never mentions it to anyone and instead chooses to keep it a secret. He shouldn't be lying to his mother about it, nor Emily but he still needed to be careful. His self-doubt wasn't the problem. His doubt in some of the higher angels became the issue he needed to concern himself with, especially with Sera. If he wanted to get her eyes off of him, then he needed to prove to her that there was nothing to worry about. But the secret he was carrying was such a heavy burden to carry, so he decides to find a way to contact Michael. If he remembered correctly, Gabriel was the messenger angel. Perhaps, if he prayed to him to deliver a message to Michael, then maybe it would reach him. For the time being, Michael was the only angel he could fully trust to tell his story to.

By nightfall, he is kneeled before his bedside with his hands held together. His wings stretch out from wall to wall, as his eyes close. His halo lightly pulses like the very radio waves that would fill the skies during his radio show. He breathes in to calm himself and sends out his prayer.

'I ask for my prayer to be given with great priority. I may not have the right to ask, but out of concern and responsibility I'd like to ask for this message to be delivered immediately to Saint Michael. Saint Gabriel I pray that you recieve this and send my words to him as soon as you possibly can. If so, I'd greatly appreciate it. God bless...'

He sighs and lowers his wings as his halo returns to normal. Whatever that glowing figure did for him, it truly blessed him with power that he hadn't counted on obtaining. And while others couldn't see it, he could feel it coursing through his veins. It was power that shouldn't be his, but it was gifted to him anyway. He could only hope that it wouldn't do anything to really harm him or change him entirely.

He sits on the edge of his bed and waits.

Deep within palaces of marble and stone, with golden accents layered about, and towers that stood tall over the clouds they stood on—the messenger angel sat at his desk with all kinds of prayers passing through him. His robes were similar to Michael's with sashes of blue dark blue wrapped around his body. His blonde hair wavy and curled with the length resting just at the tip of his chin, with part of it brushed to the side. His eyes of a deep blue coloring that could only match the night blue sky that would brightened by the moon's glowing light. Sitting on his desk was a scroll, a trumpet, and a staff that rested at his side with a cross engraved over the top of the handle. His wings are etched out behind him with the outer layers covered in white with the inner layers containing a red tint on the top layers as they receded to blue upon reaching the bottom layers. He yawns lightly as he began to feel just a tadbit sleepy with the corners of his lips stretching out with the dark blue circled that sat on his cheeks.

"Ah, it's getting to be very late. I should get some rest now. Perhaps, I'll send my good night messages to the others."

But right when is going to give his good night messages to his brother's, a single white deer figure flies onto his desk as an urgent prayer that glowed in silver waves of pulsating power.