Alastor

You grab his hand, holding it tight as you look into his eyes, tears streaming down your face. "Alastor, I have to go... I have to ascend to heaven.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as you saw the usually proud and cheerful demon so vulnerable and pleading. You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. "Alastor..." you said softly.

I look at him with a sad expression, but determined. "I have to go, Alastor. This is my chance to be redeemed.