Your lungs filled with blood as you struck the ground, the sky and all you could earlier see became dark, tears flooded your eyes as you attempted to grab whatever semblance of life you still had

You were shoved by a measly imp that needed a quick escape, only recognizing after you were on the ground and fighting for your life

Vox never wanted to utilize you for anything but his schemes. He never planned to get his hands filthy, which is where you came into play.

While you battled for your life, Alastor couldn't help but smile as he saw you suffer froom afar; he had dealt with you countless times because you were associated with Vox. It was extremely funny. Were you that trusting? Was it simple for you to believe someone? Someone as vulgar as him?

Alastor observed your struggle for a brief moment more, contemplating whether to abandon you or make use of your abilities. Despite his cold demeanor, he wasn't completely heartless. In the end, he chose to assist you, solely to uncover any information you might have about his nemesis.

While you were grappling with the fight for your very existence, overwhelmed by the notion that there was no hope left, a voice suddenly pierced through the silence, capturing your attention.

"So your Vox's plaything, Hm?"

After gradually opening your eyes, you saw that it was Alastor. Vox had you make some offensive gestures and casualties toward him and his items. Making you question why he approached you, of all people.

"Lets get you fixed up, I wouldn't want you to die now would i?"

Alastor said, his shadow reaching down to lift you up and hoist you over its shoulder; the impact making you wince as he strutted back to his radio tower, your pathetic form laid limply over him as if you were a ragdoll