Angel or Demon

Rock Bottom

By the time Alastor is awake again, he finds himself in a queen sized bed with bed covers that were colored in red, with the top layers that were covering his body, decorated in shapes of diamonds with small beads sewn into some of the threads. At the sides of the cover, were ruffles giving off a Victorian feel. The covers were made with silky like fabric with stuffing of cotton within the center of the cover. The bed frame surrounding the bed contained four pillars on all four corners with red curtains loosely hanging from above with beads hanging over the bottom to touch the floor. He carefully moves the curtains to the side only to find himself in a room that definitely belonged to the Victorian Era. He tries to stand but falls to his knees upon taking his first step. His entire body is overwhelmed by the rush of pain that shoots from the tip of his hooves up to the very tips of his antlers. His ears fall back and his lungs take a moment to adjust as he focuses on breathing. The pain running through him was just too much to the degree that he could only wheeze out his breaths. He looks up once more to the wooden Victorian doors.

'Where am I?'

He falls over and struggles to breathe. The doors open with three pairs of legs stepping in to his line of sight.

"Oh dear, hun you shouldn't be out of bed just yet, it's only been a couple of days."

The skeletal figure he had seen before helps him up off the floor and back under the covers. When he looks up again, he watches her tie the curtains back with some gold strings. Standing beside her, are two other people. He assumed they were sinners of Hell. One of them had the appearance of a ballerina, with her silver hair standing up above her head like towers of strands being held together by black strings. Her hands were a bit large, and her facial appearance resembled to that of a bird or owl. Her scleras red and her irises a glowing white. Beside her was a Demon dressed in black cloak that covered over his entire body. His eyes colored in line green along with the coloring of the inside of his mouth. Resting on the front is a large black spider with green stripes over the legs. Resting over the top of his head is a black top hat with a grey patch at the front along with a grey skull, and a lime green and maroon striped feather on the right side. He appeared to be quiet skinny and tall, and for some reason his entire aura made him shiver.

He looks up to the skeletal figure, "Who are you? All of you..?"

The skeletal figure gives him a curtsy with a smile.

"My dear we are residents of Hell. Right now you are sitting in one of the rooms I have here at my emporium, my name is Rosie dear. The two other demons beside me are overlords who are my companions. Miss Carmilla Carmine, and Sir Zestial."

Both figures bow to Alastor who is sure to recall their names.

"Overlords...?"

'That means these three are some of the most powerful sinners in Hell...'

"You'll learn more about Hell soon, all you need to know is that we are going to be helping you get settled. It is not often one of us winds up finding a fallen angel. But it is best to make sure that no one else knows about you in that regard."

"Sinners don't do well in regards to angels," Rosie says.

Thats when the memory hits his head of what he had heard before. The extermination. He sighs and rubs his forehead.

"Extermination....right..."

Carmilla's brows raise up.

"You know about it...?"

Alastor sits up just a bit more and leans back against the pillows.

"Yes, if anything I'm probably the only soul from heaven that is aware of the extermination. I had no time to really expose the ones in charge of it to other angels....."