Strings Of Fate

The End Part 3

The angel only scoffed as it had before. "You demons are truly horrible...thinking we won't see through such trivial lies.."

Alastor wanted to rip his head off.

He didn't care for any of this. All of it was just a waste of time.

But he'd gotten through the gates, and he was still breathing; he'd gotten further then expected. So even if this was indeed a waste of time, he would endure it. If it meant getting all the more closer to saving his soulmate.

Still, he would have thought he'd be able to sense him by now, since they were now in the same realm...but he could not. He felt nothing.

He forced his smile to stay; the last thing he wanted to do was show that any of this was affecting him. His eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of Angel. If he wasn't okay...then Alastor wasn't sure he would be able to keep himself from raising hell any longer.

He didn't want to follow this angel, but he hadn't much choice in the matter.

Their steps took them to a small building with pillars lining the outside.

"Go." The angel commanded, snapping his fingers and commanding the sphere to point lightly at the redheads neck.

He bit into his lower lip, looking over his shoulder to the streets. There was still no sign of Angel.

With a rough shove from the angel's hand, Alastor was shoved up the stairs of the building. He walked through the large doors, entering the building.

The inside was dark, nearly pitch black with the doors being closed behind him. The only thing that provided any light was the red glow from the crystal around his neck.

A machine sat at the center of the building, a chair with some sort of wire headband hung above it. It reminded Alastor of the electrical shock chairs used to deliver the death sentence.

His smile dipped at that realization.

He turned to the angel, parting his lips only to be shoved back, falling into the chair.

Metal restrains clamped over his wrists and ankles, keeping him there.

The temptation to struggle was very much there, but he urged himself to stay calm. Afterall, he went into this knowing full well the possibility of death was on the table...

His eyes looked at the angel who searched his face for any traces of fear, being disappointed to find none. He clicked his tongue, reaching down, this time ripping the crystals from Alastor's neck.

"Stop!" He did in fact yell this time, unable to keep himself from doing so.

That crystal was the only lead he had on Angel. The only thing he had to hold onto him.

The angel seemed smug, "problem? Demon." He hissed.

Alastor forced himself silent. Knowing full well the angel was just looking for a reason to kill him right now.

The glare, however, couldn't be helped as he watched the angel. He walked over to the right wall, pressing a button that he hadn't noticed when he first walked in. A small platform came down, with two very familiar slots to fill.

The angel placed the two crystals in them. Once they were placed, a large monitor appeared on the wall.

Alastor looked at the screen as an image began to take form on it.

He helplessly watched, wondering if this is where he would die. How he would die. If this is where their story would end.

If this really was the end.