Strings Of Fate

The End Part 3

Alastor smiled.

He chuckled, "it's a deal then."

No other words could be spoken as white claws sprung out from the portal, grabbing Alastor by his arms. He shot one last look at his furry friend by the door before the hands dragged him into the portal.

It closed.

The feeling..it was difficult to describe. Like floating, yet falling..being asleep but awake. Feeling warm and safe..

..but afraid.

Alastor felt like he was floating in nothingness for quite a while, his vision only filled with flashes of white. He could see nothing else, like he was in this..void.

All the same, he could sense the intent to kill surrounding him, trying to tear him apart as he floated helplessly in this space. But something kept him from being harmed. That presence, he sensed it again, wrapping itself around him, protecting him.

It truly did feel so familiar, but he couldn't figure out why.

This presence, he hadn't felt in a very long time...

And his heart knew that.

Yet it was happy to feel it.

The journey through the space was only a mere second in reality. For a moment later Alastor found himself harshly hitting the ground of something, having been thrown as if he were a rag doll.

His eyes shot open immediately once he was able to regain some control over his body.

They squinted as he looked at a pair of shoes standing in front of him. His eyes trailed up the being, dressed in a white suit. As his gaze saw the large and obvious white wings protruding from their back, it was then that he realized.

He'd made it.

An angel stood before him, however they seemed less than happy to see him.

They would have appeared to be human to him if not for the wings protruding from their back and the halo hovering above their head. They had brown hair, and their eyes held a cold gaze as they looked down towards the demon.

In seconds, a sphere was raised and sent flying down towards his head.

A hand grabbed Alastor's shirt and he was dragged out of the way.

He got to his feet, wobbling a little. This transformation was beginning to take its toll on him.

The angel stood, baring its teeth and holding the sphere out towards the redhead. The shadow let go of Alastor's shirt and hovered behind him, ready to defend it's master.

"Halt, demon! You do not belong here! Remain still so that I may strike you down in the name of God!" By the way it spoke, the angel was clearly very old.

Alastor fought down his anger. If he had enough magic, then perhaps he would have tried to sever those wings from that angel. But alas, he did not, and it probably would not have worked anyway.

The sphere came at him again as his shadow dragged him out of the way.

I won't give up this easily.

He looked at his shadow, who looked back in understanding.

Every fiber of his pride argued against this, but right now, he cared not. Anthony was far more important than his petty ego.

The angel hovered, using its hand to direct the sphere just as Michael had. It readied the weapon to fire once again...

But something brought it to pause in its attempts.