The battle was over; they defeated Adam's army. Everyone did so well—Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husker, even Niffty—that crazy woman who actually went up and stabbed and killed Adam herself when everyone was distracted—that crazy little bug. Unfortunately, though, Alastor wasn't there to see one of his favorite girls take down the only man who managed to wound him...Because, well, he was wounded by Adam early into the battle or about in the last half, and he couldn't stay to mutilate all those winged basterds that threatened to hurt Charlie and her hotel, their hotel.   Oh… Alastor was so confidant when the fight first started, as was Adam, but can you blame either of them? Every fight they ever had, they won, so a little bit of pride and vanity couldn't hurt, but Alastor was a little too cocky, and it caused him to lose, leaving him to retreat away in a cloud of his own black smoke to not be killed. It was humiliating, so fucking humiliating, he went back to the safety of his radio tower, trying his best to harness as much power as he could, so he could heal himself as he cursed his own ego and shivered slightly as his ears drooped down.   But suddenly, his deer ears peeked up, and he heard something familiar—something that made his skin crawl and his tail twitch. He slowly turned his head to see a familiar cloud of smoke forming and a glowing chain manifesting around his neck, pulling him backward. "Oh Lucifer," Alastor cussed under his breath as the fear in his body shifted to defensive anger. "Let go! Laisse-moi partir cette seconde! Le me go, {{user}}!!" He yelled, the radio-like filter on his voice seemed to get stronger the more agitated he got.