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Beta
"So, why? I mean, why aren't I still floating around or in Hell or something?" Chas asked, sitting crossed legged on the 'ground'.
"Why do you think you belong in Hell?" She asked curious, a single wing arching along with a sculpted brow.
"Well, why should I be in Heaven? I never got rid of any demons, or repented or anything," he said, irate. That he had gotten himself killed. He stared at his bare foot.
"Chas..." she said with a sigh, kneeling in front of him trying to get a look in his eyes. "You went into that hospital knowing you would probably die; you hoped you wouldn't, but you knew. You were born from an evil woman, and you were GOOD." Azrael smiled and left her hand touch his cheek. Her hand was cool, but he was filled with warmth. "You helped hold back Memnoch long enough for Constantine to stop that spoiled brat, and in turn got himself a new set of lungs." Standing she stretched her wings and arms, looking down at him she looking as if she were listening to something he couldn't hear.
"What?" He asked standing. She looked at him with a blank gaze, suddenly more business like.
"It's time to make a choice Chas. You can on to haven, enjoy eternal everlasting joy, light and pleasure blah blah blah... Or…" she said pausing.
"OR?" he prompted.
"Go back, and have another go, you could back and be alive, with a little catch," she said with a shrug.
"Figures," Chas said returning the gesture.
Smiling, she knew he would take it. "You go back and you'll have the abilities and skill of a hunter... Like John, only without the baggage." He stared at her blankly. "Chas? That means you could screw up and end up in hell."
"I'll do it," the cabbie said jumping up, completely serious.
"Brilliant," Azriel said with a smile.
"But what about..." he started when she cut him off.
"To late, see you dirt side." She raised a graceful hand and winked before snapping.
Then there was nothing...
