Angel or Demon

Pentious lives

About a couple of weeks go by, and the hotel is newly built and thriving. The insides were expanded, the bar was bigger and longer, there were more floors, and the towers at the sides catered to the King and the Radio Demon. While he missed his old design, Alastor had no problems in living within the new building and tower. He also appreciated that his bedroom still maintained its half and half rendition of neat and tidy—to full on buyou. At the very least, he could be left to his own devices in such an environment. A deer does need his own time to just be without judgement—to hide among the trees, to lay in the grass, and to be surrounded by fireflies. It was all that could remind him of home.

It brought comfort to his soul. He would sit by himself against the trees, and allow for the sounds of the buyou to sink deep into his ears. The ruffling of the grass, the chirping of smaller animals, the buzzing of the fireflies, the sounds of the swamp waters—every inch of it felt like home.
For the night, he chooses to lay curled up in the grass with his hand constantly latching onto the wound at his chest. Even after weeks of maintaining it, the healing process was just non-existent. Despite the painful sensations, he still held to his duties of being the executive producer of the hotel. Even with the King now involved he still involves himself in the process of handling any of the major paperwork, sponsorships, and more. Since the King was now keeping an eye on them all, he is unable to do much on his end to mess with the hotel— not that he did much anyway to really mess with the hotel's plans when they were making fools of themselves—that is until that trial occurred.

Who would have thought that angels could be killed by their own weapons? He certainly never suspected it. But now that he knew, he wishes he could have had that knowledge a long time ago. However, it's useless now to think in such a way. For the time being he needed to focus on his recovery, and also focus on protecting the little maid of the hotel. Since she is owned by him, the death of Adam falls into his hands. He was ecstatic that the bastard got what was coming to him, but the Queen was definitely not going to be pleased. Her main ticket to heaven was practically gone, but Lute was her only other option.

'Knowing Lute, she is more than likely going to ask for Lilith to do something to stop her daughter. The only way to really do so now, is to crush her confidence...'

He sits up from the grass and leans his head back with a sigh.

"What a way to make my life so much harder than it needs to be. Dangerously so too."

Before he can return to his resting position in the grass, a knock sounds at his door. He stands up tall and snaps his fingers. His coat manifests over his torso as he makes his way over to the door. He opens it up only to be greeted by a hyperactive Princess.

"Alastor, I know you're resting. But we got a message from heaven to go to the Heavenly embassy for a meeting! Vaggie and my father will be joining me, but I'd like for you to come as well. It only feels fair since Adam had caused your trouble on the field. Which by the way, thank you for holding him off as much as you could, it couldn't have been easy."

Alastor sighs softly, "No worries darling, and I'd be delighted to join you. When do we depart?"

"Actually, right now."

"Princess you're sporting your night gown, are you telling me that this meeting cannot be done in the morning?"

Charlie shakes her head.

"No! Come on!"

She grabs his sleeve and drags him off down to the lobby where Vaggie is waiting with the King beside her. He was dressed in a pair of duck pajamas colored in white, with a red robe wrapped around him, and a string left to tie the robe close around his waist. Charlie runs over and pulls Alastor up beside them.