The office was wide and spacious. In the middle was a desk, which was messily ladden with very odd stuff. It had books, little creatures in cages, pages of ripped out text, and eight glittering journals highlighting the front of his desk. Zackary’s walls had bookshelves carrying more animals (many of them kinds Jason’s never seen before), more books, and potion making material. Curtains shuttered off different portions of his office, though this is what Jason could see once he stepped in.
Jason looks around the office in awe before stepping out of the way to let Zackary in. He made sure not to touch anything but smiled a little as he looked around.
Zackary flicked on two lightswitches at Jason’s elbow and trotted over to a cage. He crouched, peering into it.
“How’s my little squish doing?” He cooed happily at the cage.
Whatever was inside squeaked happily, and a spurt of flame exhaled from the bars.
“Good to hear…” Zackary reached inside the cage and stroked whateve it was without a trace of fear.
Jason jumped back at the flames. He clutches his chest as he regains his breathing. He looks at Zackary. "What's in there, exactly?"
Zackary picked up the cage with a grin. “Why? Did you wanna see it?”
Inside the cage was a bright red and black guinea pig, with another sitting at its side.
Jason looks at the guinea pigs. His green eyes glitter with curiousity. "They're incredible."
Zackary set the cage down carefully and took the cage part off of it. “Did you want to say hi?” He set the mesh down, stroking one of the pig’s noses with a gentle finger.
“This one, the one I’m petting, is Rocko. The female pig, her name is Sammy.”
Zackary nods and smiles a little bit as he walks towards them. He settles next to Zackary, still curious.
Sammy bumbled over to Jason, squeaking loudly for him to pet her. Zackary laughed gently.
“Sammy is a slut for attention. Go ahead, let her sniff your finger, then pet her nose like I am with Rocko.”
Jason gently held out his finger. He chuckled softly. He had always had a soft spot for animals.
Sammy reached out, stretching up on two legs, showing a soft fire red underbelly. She licked his finger a few times then plopped back down on all fours. She squeaked loudly.
Jason couldn't help but smile and gently run his finger along her nose. He settles down a little and continues petting her gently.
Zackary gave a gentle hum. “We can give them floor time later. For now, Angels. So you want to become a Supernatural, right?”
Jason looks up and nods, petting her one more time before straightening. He bites his lip before nodding slowly. "Yes. I would like to become a super natural."
Zackary nodded. “I thought about it when you mentioned it, and decided your aptitude would fit with a couple of Angels at you and Met’s side. Thoughts?”
Jason only shook his head. "I just want to be able to protect the one I care most for. The one I love." He whispers. He hadn't been able to protect his sister from the car crash. He planned on making sure to never lose anyone ever again.
Zackary lifted up the cage and set it down back in its spot. He kicked the mesh out of the way and walked over to the eight journals.
“Good. Sit down, lemmie go call Met down…” He handed Jason a journal before he did so. “The Angel’s page is one-hundred sixty-four.”
Jason sat down and took the book. He took a deep breath and opened the book to the needed page.
Inside of the first page was a curly inscription of ‘Angels’ at the top. Below that, a gorgeous and extremely detailed illustration encaptured at Jason’s senses. It was almost too real to be true, one would be surprised it wasn’t moving on the page.
Jason traced his finger gently over the figure. Is this really what an angel looked like?
It had a partner, with it, Jason realized. Both were males and they were shoulder to shoulder, both holding spears, their wings spread apart and their heads turned in different directions as if on the watch for something.
Guardian Angels, beheld this picture.
Written below in loopy handwriting was,
Guardian Angels tend to move together as pairs, a direct difference from Demons (all breeds, such as True, Blood, and Dark). They are usally taller, their shortest ever being a 6’9.5. They are generally fuller in size and more capable of different fighting styles original to their species. Angels do not have different breeds. People tend to sterotype that Guardian Angels and Lower Angels are two different things; this is wrong, my research shows. This ended here, but there was an arrow pointing for him to flip the page. Yet Jason found himself reluctant (sorry for stealing), for the picture was just so… mesmerizing.
Jason gazes at the picture, his finger still slowly running over it. He looks up, wondering when the others will be bavk, but returns his gaze to the book, biting his lip.
A few more moments passed and Zackary opened his door again. “Alright, we’re back.”
Met peered anxiously over Zackary’s tall shoulder. “What’s going on?” He squeezed past Zackary and sat down next to Jason.
Jason yanks his gaze away before smiling at Met and kissing his forehead. "We were… Going to summon angels." He mutters softly.
Met leaned into Jason. “Are you okay? You look distracted.”
Zackary gently took his book back and down at the page. “You didn’t read anything?”
