Angel or Demon

Injury and madness

For seven long years, Alastor is a slave for the Queen. He does everything for her and is forced to feed into the desires of evil herself. It didn't matter what kind of desire, if she wanted to play by torturing him then she would allow it—if she wanted to psychologically play with him, she would allow it—if she wanted more physical desires from him she would recieve it. Every part of this game made him sick and angered. Then his second to last order finally came from the Queen.

On the beaches in the Heavens, Alastor stands behind her chair with his arms folded behind him. His eyes are closed, and his ears are perked up over his head. He was calmly standing there, waiting for her next order. That's when he hears her sigh heavily.

"She's not making this easy....why isn't he stopping her...? I leave and this is the end result?"

Alastor is curious to what she's complaining about. So to amuse himself he decides to ask—

"What exactly would be the problem madam?"

Her eye glances back to him.

"My daughter is attempting to redeem sinners through a hotel she's running. She can't be serious. I left her with teachings to care for her people and to look out for sinners. Not to redeem them."

Alastor chuckles, "Perhaps, that is her way of caring for them. I'll agree redemption isn't really something that can be done."

Lilith chuckles, "You'd know all about that wouldn't you?"

Alastor says nothing and keeps his smile.

"I'll need to find a way to get her to back off without hurting her...."

"I have a feeling you're already harming her dear. You haven't responded to her calls or messages for the passed seven years. And it sounds like her father isn't involved because of your split. At this point, she's on her own, and yes she's an adult but the support of her parents is very important don't you think?"

Lilith stands up and turns to him.

"Are you questioning me and my parental role?"

"Madam I've done that since the start or have you forgotten many of our long conversations on the subject considering you would often complain about your husband."

Lilith steps closer to him with his chain forming in her hand. She yanks him to her, and tightly holds his face in her hand. His body shakes with resistance as he grins.

"You seem to be more annoying today. And you know what I'm getting fed up with him as well. Hence why the ring is gone, along with my pearls. For now I have your next assignment."

She let's go of his face and grabs his antler. She peers into his face with her eyes turning red.

"You will look after my daughter, and watch over her dream. We already know redeeming sinners can not be done. And Adam would never allow it either. Sera as well. Therefore, there shouldn't be any issues. If Lucifer by some miracle gets in the way, be sure to drive him away however you can. Whether by irritating him or pissing him off. Do it. If that fails....then I'll have to find another way to stop anything from going their way. I love my daughter, but I can not allow her to ruin what we have now. Do you understand me?"

Alastor's static is going crazy from his person as he glares at her with a look that screamed he would do it, but would not do it in the way she would expect.

He stands up tall and straightens himself out. He steps back and bows in response, accepting her command.

That conversation was merely a year ago just before he had met Charlie.

Now here he stood in his newly built tower, in the restroom, with his body leaking a heavy amount of blood. His breath is heavy, and his body was shaking. In-between his fingers is a needle and green thread to stitch the wound close. He didn't care for the pain, and was just used to it by now. Nothing would ever beat the pain he recieved upon losing his wings. Never.

He stitches the wound close, and bandages himself up tightly. Once he's finished he leans over his sink with wide eyes and a crazed smile. He looks up to the mirror before him and this time he sees an image he didn't expect to see. Now that he is left in such a vulnerable state he felt more human than ever. He's losing his head once more, and now it's drawing out the side of him that he had tucked away for so long.

In the mirror is a reflection that resembled his appearance in heaven. He growls and punches the mirror to break the glass. His hand becomes covered in shattered glass, while the other grips tightly onto the red strands of his hair tightly. The ringing he used to hear so often began to come to him again. He laughs quietly before bursting out loud with a powerful laugh. He throws his clothes back on and turns away from the mirror.

"Now things are beginning to fall apart for everyone....let's see how you manage to deal with this my dear. You can't have it all now."