Strings Of Fate

The End Part 4

 Alastor stared, his heart aching. No..ache wasn't enough to describe the shock and pain he felt right now. All of this felt like some bad dream. To see Angel, his partner, his lover..his soulmate standing right before him. His face the same, yet his entire being completely different. Like this wasn't his Angel.

The way the blonde went about this like it was some normal day. He didn't even belong here, not in heaven.

He seemed like a shell of who he was down on earth.

His long hair chopped short to what most would deem an 'appropriate' length, erasing the silent reminder of time that had passed. And the vague mark on his face, it was gone. His eyes were the same color, brown. No injuries, no markings of the past. No sign of the pain they went through together.

Whilst all of this was going on, the other man went on without a care.

"Alright, so Michael told me you just arrived here and you're really shaken up. But don't worry, we'll get you settled in, Edward." A blatant lie; Alastor didn't belong here either.

What am I supposed to say...what can I do? He doesn't remember me, he doesn't know me at all. His crystal isn't lighting up...but he's right here. Does that mean he's gone? That he's..

No, that didn't matter. Even if he was, Alastor wouldn't give up that easily. Afterall, he had managed to come back up to Earth after he fell to hell.

His hands formed into a fist. His nails dug into his palm as the pain and frustration mixed, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. No..he was lost once too; nearly gone and lost under Lucifer's grasp. It wasn't easy, but Angel had reached him then.

Angel....Anthony was in there somewhere. He just needed to remember. He needed something to get his memories jogged that was all.

But what would jog those memories?

A bright light suddenly engulfed the room. Alastor shied away from it, but the blonde didn't. He was merely standing there and looking in the direction of the light, unflinching.

As the light cleared, a figure stood. One far more taller and lankier than the two of them. His back was turned to them, a long white cape draped over it. Gold shoulder pads were holding it in place.

The figure turned towards the pair in the room. His skin was a snowy white, his mouth in a large toothy smile upon his face. The white top hat adorned with a golden cross on his head covered his eyes. However, two pairs of eyes hovered around him, looking at them in his place.

As Alastor's eyes laid upon him, that mild uneasiness filled the room tenfold.

So this was the cause of it...

The creature hummed, tapping his chin with long black-gloved fingers. "Anthony, would you mind giving us the room?" His voice was low like Lucifer's. But something about it bounced off the walls of the room. It echoed with an odd interference behind it and left him with a pain in his chest.

The blonde obediently nodded, "of course, Sir." He gave Alastor no more than just a look as he walked past him.

Alastor wanted to say something, to tell Anthony to stay..but something in his mind whispered that it was best not to. The blonde already looked frightened by him.

The door closed behind, leaving Alastor in the room alone with whatever that creature was. His gaze turned on it, a less than friendly glare finding the creature's four eyes that floated about.