Angel or Demon

See you in Hell

Alastor just sits obediently in his cell as he waits for something to happen. He was bored, but he was also concerned. His mother and Emily are more than likely concerned with him, and his bracelet it's gone. He recalls breaking it himself, but he doesn't remember as to why he did it. Why did he reject the help of Michael? He wasn't sure, and Sera wouldn't tell him anything.

He lays on the floor on his back and tilts his head up to look outside the cell bars.

"Ms. exorcist, mind if I ask a question?"

The guard turns to him with a scowl.

"Ooh, such a frightening look. Don't be so angry with me love. I just had a question to ask, merely because it's just me and you here. And I'm sure you've lived in heaven longer than I have."

"What. Do you. Want?"

He stares at her with a smile, "Tell me....why do you believe your exterminations are just?"

The exorcist stares at him as if he was asking her what her purpose in life was.

"Why do you even know about such things?"

"That doesn't matter, not to you at least. And it shouldn't be a problem as I'm here. Therefore, I can't say anything to anyone about your little secret. So tell me, why do you believe they are just?"

She stands tall, "The population in Hell is over grown. Our job is to eliminate as many as possible every year, to ensure the safety of Heaven and its people."

"Hmm, I see. Level with me dear, does that solve the problem?"

The exorcist isn't able to respond.

"What is your name?"

"Why does that matter?"

"You more than likely won't see me after today dear, just introduce yourself."

The exorcist clicks at her teeth and sighs with irritation, "Vaggie."

"Vagatha, very well."

Her brow twitches.

He continues, "Vagatha, tell me. Why do the sinners deserve to be eliminated?"

"Why?"

Alastor smiles gleefully at her, he was hoping to break her mind just a bit in order for her to think for herself instead of just following the orders given. He wanted her to question everything.

"There is no point in your actions, surely you must have questioned this at some point. More sinners arrive to Hell everyday, and no matter how many you kill, those numbers will be replaced," He rolls himself up and around to lay across his stomach eith his wrists still chained up before him. He kicks his legs behind him as he speaks. "Even if you were to declare that you are doing it to protect Heaven, why would Heaven need your protection?"

Vaggie's shoulders rise with her breath as she bites back with her words, "Our jobs as exorcists are to eliminate any threats that could harm the souls that reside all throughout heaven. That is our sacred duty. We are to be made present through times of war and through times of turmoil! We are created to uphold peace, justice, and prosperity—!"

Alastor's laugh breaks through her declaration, his head burying into the space between his arms. He releases a mighty sigh and sits up onto his knees. His wings assist him to stand with the intention to approach her. Once he is on his feet he steps closer and presses his face into the bars with a frown. His brows laying calming above the lids of his eyes, displaying his disappointment. Such a stoic expression, made her shiver. She attempts to step back just a bit, but something in his eyes told her to stay.