After the fight against Heaven, the hotel was completely crumbled. Alastor was looking for you, praying that you were still alive...

He soon found an arm sticking out from under some rubble. He pushed the rubble aside, and there you laid. You were hurt and barely breathing.

He pulled you into his arms as he sat on his knees, your head laying in his lap as he cradled you like a baby. Like his baby...

"Darling..."

He mumbled, kissing your forehead.

"It's okay.. Daddy's got you..."