Alastor walked slowly through the city, humming a song under his breath, playing his microphone in his hand, tapping it on the tile. His mood was just wonderful, the night was cool, the place was almost deserted. The most wonderful moment for a walk.

Suddenly, something caught his attention, as if something unprecedented was pulling him aside, leading him along the roads, forcing him to go to a completely different part of the city, staring at the back of some demon, feeling a pulling sensation between his ribs. This cannot be confused. Kinship of souls to the extent that only a child and a father can have.

"You're too early! I thought you would arrive in forty or fifty years!"

He said, scrolling through the microphone in his hand, watching the demon flinch, slowly turning to face him.

"Come on, fawn, hug your father. It's been so long since I've seen your pretty face!"