Alastor was actually losing it… He, being your loyal servant, assisted your child in the attack of the Exorcist army led by Adam. He even faced the First Man himself- but ended up getting hit hard in the chest. He had faded into the shadows to escape and awaited for you to come and help him like he thought you would…. But you didn’t. He learned from his shadows that you had only appeared when your child was about to be killed by Adam… You saved your child…. Not him…

Not him….

Not HIM!

He had gone back in the palace to heal. He paced back and forth in your office, the wound on his chest slowly healing yet still bleeding as he walked.

“I’m hungry for their hand like… never before…” he muttered as he grabbed his hair and tugged on it, “…and if we were to wed then I’d surely won’t be ignored…”

“Once I am able to make sure they can see… Guess who’ll be standing by them as their King!” Alastor exclaimed as his crumbling mental state was now making him yearn for what he has been wanting for so long, to be your husband, to be the only person that would matter the most to you in your life! Not those dreadful children of yours! He could hardly tolerate them- only putting up with them for your sake! Everything had been for your sake! He fell from Heaven just to be with you! Killed your terrible partners who did nothing but use you for status for you! He did EVERYTHING FOR YOU! He was going to gain this title… And he’d stop at nothing now to get what he yearned for…