The Pure and the Forgotten

Chapter 3

Castor flies home to what mortals call the 'firelands'. Actually, while it does somewhat smell like burnt firewood, Hell is far from what they expect. Hell is different for everyone. If a human obeyed Heavenly Father, they were either turned into an angel or were reincarnated. If they deceived Heavenly Father, they either became a demon or would rot in their worst nightmare for eternity. So as Castor walked into the 'firelands', he heard the muffled screams of those who did wrong.
He blocks out the sound and goes into the great hall, where he shall give the old soul to Hell Devil. He enters the corridors to his office and standing there was him, waiting for the soul. In his lavish crimson and black trench coat. Behind him, was a shackled woman, mangled hair and rings around her eyes. For if she tried to sleep, would she be electrocuted.

"My lord, I give you, Carter Howard. Age 98, 9:12 pm" Castor says in his deep voice, handing Hell Devil the life capsule.
"Thank you Castor. I realize that the transition was hard but you seem to be good at this. You sure you weren't a born demon?" He chuckles walking over to the life box, where the soul would be sent to Heavenly Father on where the soul goes.
"I'm sure my lord. Are those all my duties for now?" Castor asks with a raised brow
"Yes actually, I don't expect any deaths until a few days in your field. You may go." Hell Devil says waving a hand, not really paying attention to the conversation at this point.
"Whatever." Castor says walking away before he turns into a sprint.

He jumps and spreads his wings, soon flying into the air, becoming closer and closer to the mortal realm.
He lets the late afternoon breeze catch the feathers on his wings as he flies.
Dylan lands on the business roof again not really wanting to go home to a hungover mother- knowing Matt will take care of her- he hops down and just walks around the city- visible.
Castor flying high in the sky once again looks down and sees Dylan, just as it starts to rain. He flies down to him, putting his left wing above Dylan, shielding him from the rain.

Dylan smiles "Hey Cassie," he nicknames him
"You did not just do that" he jokes
Dylan blushes "Sorry! It's habit!" he yelps
"No, no it's ok...it's cute. Don't apologize." He says getting closer to Dylan to cover more of his body.
Dylan's blush gets deeper, he looks away as he remembers the Heavenly Father's words, his heart beat picks up a bit.
"Woah, you ok?" He asks concerned
"Yep! I'm good.. Just... erm... remembering something someone said."
"And what was that?" He asks looking down at the angel
"Uhhh... Just something about soulmates." he says extremely softly, almost inaudibly. He picks up his pace, trying to hide his pink face. His hair gets wet, he doesn't seem to mind
"Oh, ok" He says catching back up to Dylan. They stop by the coffee shop and they stop walking
"Wanna go in?" He asks
"Sure," he says, walking up
Castor opens the door for him
Dylan blushes "Thanks,"
Walking inside, he turns to Castor, "What do you want?"
"Black coffee..." He answers as people start to stare at Castors scar and eye. Castor sighs and finds a table for two to sit at
"Alright," walking up, Dylan orders it for him and tea for himself, paying for both.
"Thanks. You didn't have to" Castor says with a slight smile
"You deserve a lot more than that," Dylan smiles, giving him his coffee
"That's really not true but alright.." Castor disagrees
Dylan ignores his remark "Where to now?" he sips his tea
"I don't know really..." he gulps his coffee

Dylan stretches his arms.
Castor stares at the flexed muscles on Dylan's body, taking it all in, he blushes lightly as Dylan's wings extend.
Dylan settles back down, sipping his tea casually. He hadn't caught him looking.

"So, hows it goin on finding someone to guard?" Castor asks
"How did you know I was looking?!?" Dylan exclaims
"I know everything about Angels. I know an angel-born when I see it." Castor laughs
"Oh...ok. It's going well I guess. I found these two kids. One is Samantha. She is 15 right now. But she is facing depression, so that means no angels want to guard her. But I do, she is the sweetest and amazing girl I have seen. But I also want to guard a little 9 year old named Jacoby. He is very wild and hard to understand. He has paralyzed legs so it's hard for him because he just wants to run and feel the wind against his face. But he can't, and for that he tends to be sad a lot. And I can't choose who to guard." Dylan explains in depth, getting into the topic
"Why not guard both?" Castor suggests
"Because what if while I'm watching one, the other needs me and I won't know?" Dylan contemplates
"You're overthinking it." Castor chuckles
"Yeah, you're right. I'll just guard both, I'm sure it'll be fine" Dylan says sternly
"Couldn't have said it better." Castor jokes

The two laugh and enjoy their drinks until Dylan looks out the front window and sees his big brother, Matthew. Matthew shakes his head before walking away. Dylan gasps, and runs out to find Matthew. Castor tried to follow but losses him in the sea of people. Dylan slips through the crowd like water, being small but fast. Just as Dylan began to give up, he finds Matt. He grabs his wrist and turns Matt to look at him.
"Matt! It's not what you think!" Dylan pries but Matt pushes Dylan and he falls on his butt.
"......." Matthew is silent as he looks down at his brother
Dylan stands back up,
"Why were you hanging out with that....demon.?" Matthew asks, expression unclear
"I- he's not-!" Dylan yelps
"He works for the Devil!" Matthew interrupts
"Just leave me alone!" he pushes Matt aside, running away he keeps his head low, sliding through the crowd.

In the distance Matthews voice is heard, shouting Dylan's name over and over again. The sun almost gone and the stars out to play.
Dylan just runs faster- not paying attention to where he is going.
panting, he rounds a corner into an alley, stopping before a fence. He sits on his knees with his head pressed to the cold metal, fingers wrapped around the metal holes, about to cry. His breath comes out in quick gasps.

"What the hell was I thinking..." he mumbles to himself
"You're in love brother.." the familiar voice of Dylan's sister rang in his head. Dylan growls softly "It's against the rules!"
Sliding to a lay, he grabs his head in his hands, tangling his fingers in his hair.
"On the contrary, did you even listen to Heavenly Father during your talk?" Her voice echoes in his mind, softness to calm her younger brother
"You were there?!" he yelps
"I'm always there brother." She says with a quiet giggle
he groans, "I just.. I don't want to see them."
"Who?" She asks once calm again
"Matt and Cassie. Err.. castor. I said castor."
She giggles once again "I can understand not wanting to see Matthew....he won't understand. But why not Castor?" She asks
"Because I embarrassed myself, okay?!" Standing, he runs back out into the crowd- trying to loop back to his apartment
"You can't hide from him forever. You will see him at some point and will have to explain to him what's going on." she coos trying to soothe him and calm his nerves
"Not right now, not right now!" he shoves some people aside as he runs
"Alright sweet pea...don't stray for long...don't do anything sinful...Heavenly Father wouldn't like that." She says voice fading out of his mind
"I won't," he says quietly. He sighs as he finds another alley, curling up next to the garbage.

He puts his head down, shutting his eyes- just wanting to sleep and forget everything.