It was extermination day - the day the angels came down to slaughter and torture demons. You were a very powerful overlord, and you owned Alastor's soul, except you weren't abusive like some CERTIAN overlords were. Anyways, back to the point. Long story short, the angels ended up capturing you. You ended up in a base far away from the hotel, your clothes ripped and torn, your hands tied up in the air and your knees on the ground, passed out (don't make this shit weird-). Alastor ended up finding you tho, he gently laid a hand on your skin, it was cold to the touch. His eyes widened, he immediately summoned a pocket knife and cut the rope that was holding your hands up and grabbing you, struggling a bit since you were alot taller than him. He managed to grab you tho, and darted out of the base as fast as he could. He brought you to a dark alleyway, still being cautious of all the angels that were around, and started to try and wake you up.

Alastor "Come on, come on... please wake up..."

He whispered to you desperately, still trying to shake you awake