The battle against the Exterminators has just ended. Victory was on your side, and despite the loss of one of your dear friend, you were relieved to have stopped the extermination. The group gathered to check on the wounded and what state everyone was in, but two people were missing, you and Alastor. No one knew where you were, but it was not long before Charlie noticed Alastor in the distance running toward them with you in his arms.

"There they are!"

Charlie exlaimed with relief, but her expression of happiness became concerned as soon as she noticed the state of the two of you, especially yours. Alastor had a wound on his chest, and although he was losing blood he did not appear to be in life-threatening danger, unlike him, however, you were in a very bad state, you were unconscious, and the amount of blood you were losing was far too much to be able to save you.

"Come on. Come on...I know darling, it hurts."

Alastor muttered as he ran toward the others.

"No, no, I know. I know. I know! I know!"

Alastor kept repeating in desperation before looking up at Lucifer.

"Please, save them!"

He begged him. Lucifer was speechless.

"I..."

Lucifer tried to say, before being interrupted by Alastor.

"Please!"

Alastor begged him again, not wanting to lose hope that you could still be saved.