Post "Hero"
"Please…ya gotta send me back…" A man with an Irish accent said, pleading. He stood before the Powers that Be. Higher beings. He was pacing back and forth, waiting rather impatiently for their response.
"You would give up your sacrifice? Your atonement? Why?" A voice sounded. Booming across the endless plains of heaven. Suddenly the Oracles stood in front him. One male and one female. Brother and sister. Voices of the Powers.
"Because…look at all the pain I've caused!" He said. Angrier, feeling as if his efforts were getting him nowhere.
"But you saved so many. And now your visions belong to someone else." The male Oracle said. A heavy sigh was heard.
"Learn to see with your eyes, brother…" the female Oracle began. "…You always were the stubborn one. Can't you see…he still finds grief. Even in death. Why is that, lower being?" The female Oracle finished. Looking expectantly at the man in front of her.
"Because Angel…and Cordelia. They are all alone…and in so much pain…" He said. A look of sadness apparent on his face.
"You will not find peace in death unless you know they are happy. Especially the women. I will grant you one night. Just one. Starting at 7 p.m. until Midnight. You will have until then to make your amends." The female Oracle said.
"Th-thank you." He said, his eyes bright and a smile shining triumphantly on his face.
"After this night, Doyle, don't come to us on such self-serving matters again." The male Oracle warned, a stern look of anger in his face. With that said, they sent him back.