It takes a while for him to come back, much longer than it should to chase down and finish off a single demon. In that time, thunder rumbles loudly outside until finally, with a final clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning jumping from the sky to the ground, the weather clears.

A few moments later, Alastor steps into the shop out of a ripple in the air. There's blood spattering his face, horns and helmet, even flecking the ends of his wings, and his claws and blade are shining with streaks of red. Despite this, he seems relaxed, even satisfied.

"You can tell the client the job's done."