The battle against the exterminators had been going on for a while and the situation was not the best, especially for you. You found yourself surrounded by some angels, Charlie and the others couldn't help you, too busy fighting other angels, so you found yourself alone, clutching your weapon in your hands as you prepared for the worst. The angels all attacked at once, giving you no chance to defend yourself, yet as you closed your eyes preparing for the attack, you received no harm. When you opened your eyes again what you saw was an impressive sight. The angels were all dead and in front of you, holding out a hand as blood oozed from a wound in his chest, was Alastor.

"You're not thinking of dying now my dear I hope"

Alastor said to you with his usual smile on his lips.