ONESHOT

Scotland October 1945 ~

The bar reeked of puke and beer, spilt alcohol and wasted dreams and men. Donald McCloud sat at the far end of the bar, his head hanging low and his eyes baggy with regret, his friend Fergus Rodric Mcleod sat by his side, drowning himself in liquor as well.

"Aye cheer up old friend," Fergus said. "Sarah will come back to ye, I'm sure of it!"

"What is the bloody use," Donald sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I'm nothing but a worthless drunk to her."

"A worthless drunk who's funny as hell and right as rain when he wants to be," Fergus's laughter filled the air; he was joined by a chorus of other drunks. "And one hell of a friend, to Donald!"

"TO DONALD!" the drunks cried out with gusto and toasted a man they hardly knew.

Donald slid after paying the barkeep, unnoticed, out of his bar stool and into the night.

SPN – SPN – SPN – SPN – SPN

The air was cool and a bit foggy. Donald sang to himself loudly to keep himself entertained and perhaps to sober up.

"THIS IS THE LIFE IN SCOTLAND!" he drunkenly belted out.

The air turned chillier and he felt almost lighter, the drinks long gone and out of his system by the time he reached the road home. The stars were even out, but suddenly a breeze picked up and Donald seemed more on edge than before.

"Who's there," he asked. "I'm not afraid to fight you."

Donald turned in a circle, feeling out the area around him, his senses on high alert. There was suddenly a white light.

Now he knew he was blasted…

"Who are you," Donald exclaimed. "Or better yet what the bloody hell ARE you?!"

The ball of light didn't breathe nor move, it simply looked at Donald with almost…satisfaction.

"Donald McCloud," it finally spoke. "You are the one, my vessel."

"What the bloody hell you yank," Donald backed up into a tree, stumbling and falling on his back. "Vessel?!"

"You can hear my true voice, you have proven your worth," the ball of light said. "I am Balthazar, angel of lord, and you are my true vessel."

"Angel of the lord," Donald cursed. "But what would God want with me; I'm just an old drunk!"

"But that's where you are wrong Donald," Balthazar said. "You are much more than that, now do you accept me into your body?"

"I'm a drunk with a dead wife and no hope for life," Donald smirked and laughed. "Sure why not?"

Suddenly an even bigger flash of white light occurred, Donald was knocked even farther down and his eyes closed in desperation. He tried to climb away in the dirt, but found himself unable to move. The white light known as the angel Balthazar proceeded to go inside of Donald's body. In mere seconds it was over.

Donald was no longer Donald, he forgot about the sadness and the drunkenness he had once stood up and smirked at himself. He turned to look at the highlands of Scotland one last time before disappearing into heaven forever more.

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Just how Balthazar got his vessel. Should I do one for Gabriel?