Strings Of Fate

The End Part 3

The pages along the book colored white as she continued, her eyes remained on the page as she read. One of her hands raised towards the redhead, right before the words began to literally lift off the page. They glowed a brighter white, the book itself bathing the words and room in a golden light.

Alastor chest suddenly constricted. He winced, his grip tightening around the crystal. He could feel his heart beating against his chest, no, against his ribs. It was hard to breathe as if the spell was trying to tear him apart.

Charlie briefly glanced at him in concern. The redhead ignored the pain, shaking his head at the girl, knowing she wanted to stop.

No, not when I'm this close to a chance at saving him.

He waved his hand dismissively, silently signaling for her to continue.

Pressing her lips together to refrain from saying anything, she forced herself to keep reading the ancient chant.

The pain increased, but Alastor forced himself to withstand it.

This was practically nothing compared to all the pain he'd gone through. All the pain Angel and he had gone through. Everything they'd been through to be together, to find each other. How much his partner suffered. How long they had both waited and the heartache they endured just to be together...to be happy.

He absolutely refused to let some trivial pain and fear keep him from fulfilling the promise he made.

His chest began to glow, a bright white light rising from it.

This felt....warm. It felt..familiar.

The pain began to suddenly melt away and his body relaxed as the white light gradually spread across his body. Charlie's chants echoed in the room, unable to look at Alastor whilst she maintained her focus.

The redhead held up one of his hands, looking at how the white light spread to his fingertip, beginning to engulf his entire body in a warm soft embrace. Almost like..someone was hugging him. He wanted to hug back, but nobody was there to return the gesture.

This feeling...it made him feel..at peace.

His eyes drifted closed as he allowed the light to take him in fully. He could feel his consciousness slipping from this world and plunging into another. The smell of something different filled his nose; a familiar scent, one of ginger..and spice. It was a smell he couldn't quite describe.

With his eyes closed, he could feel that embrace more clearly now. It was as if arms themselves were wrapping around him; holding him..comforting him.

Charlie let out the final verse of the chant. Her eyes glowed the color of the pages. Her horns were pulled out from her head and her nails were elongated. As the last verse fell off her tongue, the book fell to the ground.

The glowing stopped.

Her form returned to normal and she buckled over in exhaustion.

She looked up, eyes widening as she saw Alastor's form being completely engulfed in a white light. A small portal formed above his head, slowly pulling him into it.

He could feel the presence of divinity, pulling at his soul. There was plenty of fear that lingered, and many sinful thoughts. But in this moment, he tried his best to let them go.

"Aye, asshole!"

His eyes opened, and he looked over to the door of the room, finding it was Husk to yell that. His wings were pressed against his back as he frowned at the redhead. "Don't you go fucking dyin' on me! Ya' hear me? Or I'll be fucking pissed." He yelled, pointing a claw at the man.