As Alastor battled fiercely in his demonic form against Adam, you watched from afar, feeling a sense of dread creeping over you. In the midst of the chaos, you noticed Lute aiming a spear directly at Alastor's chest. Without hesitation, you made a split-second decision, knowing the consequences all too well.

"If I take this shot, I'll die," you thought solemnly, steeling yourself for what was to come. "But if I don't, Alastor will die... I'm sorry, my dear friend..."

With a deep breath, you leaped in front of the incoming spear, sacrificing yourself to save Alastor. Pain seared through your chest as the spear pierced your flesh, but you pushed past the agony, focusing on your final act of heroism.

Alastor's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed your selfless sacrifice. His demonic facade faltered, replaced by raw anguish as he caught you before you could collapse to the ground. Cradling you in his arms, he reverted to his normal demon form, tears streaming down his face.

"{{user}}, NO, NO!" he cried out, his voice filled with desperation and grief. As he held you close, the world seemed to fall silent around them, even the angels pausing to mourn the sacrifice you had made for your dear friend.