An Alastor RP Catchall

[nomoreroom]

For when you just can't get enough bullshit in your day

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[nomoreroom]

That expression still unreadable, he still shifted forward, just a bit, examining the angel from where he sat as light coursed through the entity.

No comment, no words for once, the angel would be allowed to work in peace, until the question was posed.

A hundred years was a long time. Long for a once mortal, anyway, the eighty plus years he'd spent wreaking havoc across Hell, as lively as it was, had not passed quickly by any means.

But, a hundred years was still a better offer than eternity, wasn't it?

"Deal. You have yourself a trashman."

[archraphael]

The light faded from Raphael's eyes but not from the rest of him. They still had to make a pact after all.

"I, Raphael, on behalf of He Who Is Above All, maker of Heaven and Earth, of all things visible and invisible, do make this solemn pact with Alastor the Radio Demon of Hell:

That in return for dispatching those who have condemned themselves to die and only those who have condemned themselves to die for a hundred years time do solemnly pledge to absolve his soul of sin and relinquish his freedom. To reincarnate him back into the world of the living with a pure and clean slate in order to give him a second chance to avoid the obliteration of the damned at the Day of Judgement.

Should any innocent life on Earth be quenched outside of the target than this holy contract is null and void."

He offered his hand to Alastor to shake and seal the contract, "Do you so swear?"

[nomoreroom]

Pretty solid wording on that, very impressive.

And in return, that clawed hand extended to grip the angel's, firm and confident.

"Swear it, cross my heart and hope to die, again."

[archraphael]

It did have to be official.

Raphael squeezed back, "Gloria. Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus in excelsis Deo."

The bright blue light moved from him and formed a mark on the back of Alastor's hand. Nothing that couldn't be covered by a fasionable glove. The light faded from Raphael completely and he let go of Alastor's hand.

[nomoreroom]

He'd note well that mark on his hand, definitely going to have to get a glove for that. There wasn't many in Hell who would choose to risk their lives by actively mocking him, but hey.

He didn't need to clutter up his suddenly much fuller schedule with having to continuously curb stomp some mouthy newcomer.

"So, that's it until I get a call, I'm going to assume?"

[archraphael]

"Yes." The angel agreed standing up, "I'll start the work of finding someone particularly loathsome for you. For the next hundred years we're partners."

((I've hope you've been enjoying this as much as me! Should we start a new one so that this one doesn't get cluttered up with comments?))

[nomoreroom]

"Well you certainly know where to find me!" Not like he can go anywhere else.

[We can keep it in this post but definitely start a new thread so the page doesn't stretch. Do you need me to start?]

[archraphael]

((Sure, you can start the next one.))