The Heavenly Express post office in the afterlife had been crowded with massive lines of angel time travellers as usual and it had taken ages before Balthazar finally managed to slap his letter on the well-polished counter of the officer with exhaust.
“Two letters, one for the Murphy Residence and the other, the Dakota Household, 21st century.”
The female counter lady nodded with an affirmed smile and took the letters and let them float off to join the other letters in waiting. “They’ll arrive at the destination right before noon, Mr Cavendish.” She waved after the male angel as he turned heel. “Thanks for using the Heavenly Express! Hope you can come again!”
Balthazar chuckled amusedly and rolled his eyes. "It’s the only post office around here. It’s certainly not like there’s anywhere else I can go,” He murmured and with a weary sigh, hovered and started to fly forward across the heavenly grounds. The grey haired man closed his eyes in reminiscence as he felt that familiar wave of pain…
It’s hard to believe it but it’s true. It had been quite a while since he had died twice in a row - The first time taking place when he was beaten up by former boss Block and his goons and the second, when saving little Milo’s life during an explosion on his ‘boat trip’.
It was a peculiar story to tell. One that he made sure to thoroughly write about to his dear Vinnie Dakota and Milo who both deserve to know every single bit. It was tough having to remember again and write, but they deserved to know. He’s had enough of keeping secrets from them. Especially from his Vinnie Dakota.
Basically all it took was the underwater malfunction of his 'watch of life’ to kill him and Balthazar could have been sent to Hell, due to his rejecting of Heaven the first time he died and he is never to come back. Balthazar left out that part. He doesn’t need them to know that.
But alas, that merciful angel Orton had come to take him back to time traveller paradise, saving him from the hands of Hell and here he was, because of his giving his life up for a child. So for that he was set to rest in peace for good amongst hundreds of fallen.
It was very lonely without his two favourite people and Balthazar had made it very clear in his letters. Heaven may be a peaceful land full of everything, but nothing can replace the wonderful two people he had loved ever so dearly.
And fortunately for Balthazar, Heaven has its ways of letting the angels watch their loved ones below via a huge portal where each angel can see their individual families.
Balthazar remembered the first time Orton took him there and from then on, he watched Vinnie and Milo grow up from afar. Now if only there was a way where he could hold them while watching…
A sudden calling of his name caused the man to jolt in his flight and crash clumsily into the ground in crumpled heap. He grunted slightly as he got up and dusted any dirt particles off of his pure snow colored robe.
“Looks like even Heaven doesn’t spare one from the case of the klutziness.” Muttered Balthazar. Never had he experienced one flim since his arrival and a single call had made him crash.
The caller let wore an apologetic look and he floated down to help the fellow brethren up. “Sorry for that, Balthazar,” Said he. “I didn’t know you were so deep in thought. I apologize,”
Balthazar’s annoyance softened instantly and he quickly bowed before the superior angel standing before him. “It’s no big deal, Orton.” He assured quickly and shrugged. “I’m quite okay.” He tilted his head. “So you were calling me just now?”
“I sure am,” Orton nodded and floating forward, he beckoned for Balthazar to fly alongside him; To which the latter followed. “I’ve come to inform you that Heaven’s Gates will be opening shortly and we’ll be welcoming some newcomers,” He cringed slightly in remembering something awful. “I only pray that they’re not like that Blockhead upon their arrival. Now that’s a type we do not like to have; Even though they’re a time traveller.”
Balthazar winced. “Of course we don’t.” He shrugged and the two flew on. Now how can he forget about Mr Block? That monster had done so much badness but yet he somehow ended up here behind the Pearly Gates.
He remembered that unplesant first day. Poor Orton had been hit in the face with that scoundrel’s Halo and the terrible man had caused the fainting of several angels as he deliberately attempted to wind up his life clock so he can return to earth for who knows what reason.
What will become of that tyrant in the future? Balthazar along with every angel around here will never know.
Luckily for them as of now, Orton after running out of patience for the wretched newcomer, had sent Block into recluse for this so called 'Redemption Therapy’ where no angel has ever been needed to attend.
It’s indeed without surprise too if some angels here can be seen muttering on how much Block should be in Hell. Balthazar heard even Orton mutter so to some other archangels who agreed on this as well…
The two angels landed on a cloud a short distance away from the Gates where a few others stood waiting. One angel, a young man, was preparing a golden horn for usage while the rest are idly chatting to pass the time. Balthazar eyed the horn as it caught his eye.
“What are they going to use that horn for?” Balthazar asked the other angel. “It looks quite fancy compared to the rest I’ve seen. Shouldn’t it be in the Music Room with all the other horns?”
The tawny haired angel laughed heartily at this. “In the Music Room? Oh no, we can never put a horn as sacred as that in that place.” Balthazar’s eyes widened and Orton gestured to the horn in the angel’s hand as he floated forward. “That instrument you see over there is Gabriel’s Horn. It is extremely powerful and we only use it to open the Gates in order to welcome the newcomers. It is to be kept in the most secure place to avoid any tampering with.”
Orton gave a sheepish look towards Balthazar. “Of course, no one here has ever dared to misuse the horn for years. Why, you should hear what has happened to the poor canines in their Heaven. They were very fortunate that the Horn has been used by a pure dog to save them all after a demon feline had summoned them to earth - Using the Horn itself.” He shrugged. “I’d love to tell you the full thing but it’s best if you hear it from the dog angels or Anabelle herself. They’ll explain it better,”
A sudden melodic blaring coming from the horn echoed from near the gates and the two sat up. Orton grinned at Balthazar. “Well would you look at that? That’s the signal!” He announced and he jumped off their cloud. “Now chop chop! Let’s go see who’s arrived!”
Balthazar nodded quickly and reluctantly lept down from his spot, flying after Orton and they disappeared into the flock of both winged and wingless angels who are all heading to the gates to greet their newcomers…