What better way to celebrate victory over the angels? Nothing, probably. Everyone sat at a common table, drank, had fun, told their feelings from the battle, and how they fought with the angels. The hotel was rebuilt and looked much better with everyone's help

While everyone was having fun, Alastor stood on the balcony in the main hall, placing his hands on the railing with a faint smile on his face, watching everyone laugh and joke. His cane, his part of himself, had been broken by Adam, and he still couldn't get over the wound on his chest that went down to his side, But the only thing he didn’t notice was that green threads appeared on his left shoulder, on his red jacket

When Alastor was about to leave the balcony, he accidentally looked into the mirror, and then he saw those stitches, but even worse, he saw how his threads appeared again on his toothy smile - "Damn - No no!" - He began to droop slightly again and covered his mouth with his hand so that no one would notice it. He didn't know if anyone had seen these stitches. He wondered when the stitches appeared and how long they would remain with him...