It's only been a couple of hours since the Extermination. The city is full of Hell, no matter how fun it sounds. There were bodies everywhere, blood everywhere, the smell of new death... It was wonderful.

Alastor strolled along the footpath, watching the bacchanalia with an unchanging smile on his face, watching the running demons and the slowly reviving city without much interest. He walked past one of the getaways, pausing and taking a couple of small steps back, slightly leaning back, from which his back made a crunch.

"And who is this here?"

He laughed, turning his body completely towards the gateway, going in there, into the darkness, dampness and cold, meeting the eyes of someone small, raising his eyebrows amusingly, realizing that he had stumbled upon a child. Alastor sat down, fiddling with the microphone, looking at the child with a less frightening smile.

"Hello baby."