Angel or Demon

I'm sorry Ma

When Alastor awakens the next morning, he is laying on his side with the teddy bear resting right beside his head. His clothes were changed, and his his head body felt light. He had no recollection of the previous night, and had no memory of the dream that came to him. All he could remember was the fear. And that exact fear chose to stay with him. He looks to the teddy bear, and chooses to keep it in his coat pocket. It brought him comfort in the night, so hopefully it could bring him comfort during the day.

Today he decides to leave a little message for his show, to give little heaping of encouragement to his listeners and to himself. He needed a break and decides to take the day to rest. Which was the topic of discussion that he had originally planned. But what better way to teach this lesson than to actually take the time to rest his own spirit and mind?

He decides to stay home as well as he felt as though he had gone through many days without any proper rest since the Radio show began, and so he wanted to take Emily's advice to take a break when he felt it to be necessary. He parades around his home in casual wear that seemed a bit foreign to him. A regular t-shirt, and some loose pajama pants, a type of style that even made his mother feel a kind of way. But she wouldn't pester him, as he just wanted to be left in peace with his own devices.

He sits at the window of the living room with several books floating around him, along with his journal that he would write in. He also kept a personal diary in order to record his dreams and experiences. His feelings and doubts. His fears. Everything was written into it. But he would never dare to let others see it.

'Even when I sit here and try to think of what happened to me last night, I can't seem to remember anything. I remember falling asleep with that feeling in my chest, but then I remember the sands of the beach. The voice of a woman. He taps his head and is able to recall some words. But the one that struck with him the most, was the term 'deal.'

He goes back through his notes about Hell, and refers to the section of overlords. He had no reason to take these notes down when he was reading througg the books in Sera's library, but he made sure to do so just in case.

'In Hell, sinners are permitted to gain power through soul dealing, or dealing with other sinners in general. The more deals under their belt, the more power they accumulate. But deals don't just work in Hell. They also work to keep a balanced structure of equality between heaven and hell, a form of a contract that keeps the peace between both sides. For example, punishment for a sinner must reside only to the domain of Hell and never to domain of heaven unless the King agrees to the punishment as long as it fits the crime, in order for it to be fair.'

He sighs lightly.

"Even when I am trying to rest, none of this is helping me...." He says quietly to himself. He closes every book that was surrounding him and puts them all away. When he looks to his journal he feels a need in his soul. A need to preserve what was written in some way just in case. He goes to his mother's room as he was alone for the time being and holds a hand up.

'This power....I'll use what I can for now before it dissipates..'

In the center of his palm, forms a box. The colors of it being yellow with diamonds of brown layered over its exterior to give it a more checkered design. He opens it up and holds his journal up in his hand. He forms a second copy and sets the copy into the box.

"The only way she could open this....is with this."

A simple key forms in his hand in the shape of a radio knob. He locks the box and sets in the middle of her clothes. He frowns. He wasn't sure as to why he was doing this, but something in his stomach made him fear for the worst. He holds the key tightly and tucks it away in one of the pockets of her dresses. He writes a simple letter and also hides it within the dress pocket as well.