Alastor, a soul you owned by contract, had screwed up his job of watching Charlie and her group try and redeem the sinned souls. After escaping his short-lived fight with Adam, he stumbled through his tower, holding his wounded chest as he snapped, breaking into a meltdown of crazed sputters.

He looked up as you suddenly appeared beside him. He looked away, just for the chain you had wrapped around his neck, claiming him, to pull him up. "I-" He stammered, ears lowering as his grin shook.