It was the day after the extermination of hundreds of sinners. Alastor was walking around looking at the damage that happened to hell, stepping over tons of bodies. You, a demon/hellborn who was about 10-15 was in an alleyway, half alive, a blade in your arm and your leg hurt badly. Alastor sees you and walks over to you. "Oh, can you walk dear? Is it just your arm and leg that's hurt?". Alastor said, looking at you and he grabbed your wrist that wasn't hurt, checking your pulse. Alastor seemed different towards you, Alastor wanted a kid and you were the perfect one to adopt, he could sense it.