Strings Of Fate

The End Part 3

The demon had its hands up in surrender. It frowned as it looked the angel square in the eyes.

This particular angel was one of the exterminators..and in all it's years, it had never seen a demon surrender to him. He'd seen demons cry, beg, wail, run for their lives, mostly try to fight back. But never simply surrender like that.

With it's attention having been grabbed, Alastor took a breath. "I'm not afraid to die." He stated in a clear voice despite his inner fear. "I did not come here to fight." He kept his hands up. "I'm here to retrieve my soulmate."

The angel scoffed; "demons don't have soulmates." His sphere still remained pointed at the demon. As he began moving his finger, the sphere slowly moved towards Alastor.

He could feel his shadow wanting to intervene, but the redhead urged against it, telling it through his thoughts that it was to remain still.

It obeyed, despite its own fear and doubts.

The sphere drew closer, yet the redhead remained still. He even stayed still when the weapon was pointed at his throat, mere inches away. All it would take was one hit and he would be dead; gone from existence.

The angel hovered lower, staring at the redhead as the sphere was held to his throat. As it drew closer it halted, its eyes growing wide.

Suddenly, he got very close to Alastor, grabbing the necklaces around his neck and yanking them forward.

Don't touch them!

He wanted to say, but kept himself from it. Instead, he watched as the angel held the crystals in his hand.

"Where did you get these.." He muttered in a more serious tone, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the crystals.

"An old woman gave them to me." Alastor answered honestly.

The angel glared at him, "you lie."

"I'm speaking the truth." He answered calmly.

The angel moved away, "we'll see about that." His sphere moved back, and he motioned with his finger for the demon to move.

Alastor did, keeping his pride in check.

The sphere still hovered, pointing at the back of his head, threatening to kill him with a single snap of the angel's fingers.

The large pearly gates opened with a loud groan. The angel looked at Alastor suspiciously as he walked through the gates, the sphere hitting the redhead over his head as a warning. He growled, entering whilst biting down the comments on his tongue.

A bright light flashed across his vision like entering the outside from a dark room. Within seconds it faded, allowing the redhead to see.

Heaven.

It looked just like it had back on earth. But everything was just a bit too perfect. The sky too white, birds singing perfect songs rather than horrid squacks. No litter to be seen for miles. It was simply just a small city. Yet everyone who walked by were dressed in white attire.

Alastor cringed.

The gates closed behind him.

There was no going back now.

"How did you even arrive up here?" The angel asked, hands tucked behind his back as he walked along the sidewalk. One finger was still raised to control the sphere pointed at Alastor's head.

His shadow lurked close by but was just as powerless as it's master.

"The princess of hell assisted me." He answered honestly again.