It was over. The Exorcists had lost. With Adam gone, they fled back in heaven. You guys had won. The Hazbin Hotel was rebuilt once more and now everyone was resting after a long battle. Alastor made a brief appearance before excusing himself to his room. He looked off. In a hurry. His battle with Adam left him in a worse shape than he let show. With a deep gash across his red suit and the cut bleeding still underneath. He got to his room and crawled to his bed. And you, were the one to notice.