T̴̩͖͕̲͇̲͙͎̺̠͂̀̀̃̉̑͠h̷̲̯̤͘e̸̛̙̲̰͉̙̝̮̪̹͓̙͍̖͌̅̇̈̓r̷̭͈͆͐͛̿̀̄́̊͝͠͝͠ë̸̢̪͚͍̤͓̹̣͈͚̲́ ̷̢̱̞̯̞͕͉͌̏̀́ȉ̷̩̩̞͖͉̺̞̗̺̺̊s̵̤̀͑͑͠͝ ̷̛͙̙͚̖͆̓͆͊̈͘n̷̡̼̦̯̆̃̾o̴͔̪͈̜̖̒͑̾ţ̴̨̟̺̦̗̩̩̭̙̗̑͝ͅḧ̶̛̞͍͇̲͎̘̺̎̈̽̈́̏͗̋̈́̕į̵̡̦̘̦̝͖̪͇̆̊̔̿́̑̿͑͐̎̚̚n̵͕̹͇͙̳̱̺͕͈̞̠̿̈́͒̐̽̐̄g̷͈̟̀̿̈́̀̀̂̋̇͝ ̶̢̡͕̤̣̙̮͙̬͘͝g̸̢̘̩̦͓͔̎ǒ̴̢̡̬̪̳̝̳͓́̇̒͗͊ͅi̵͙͕̮̲̝̯͈̬͋́̎̾̌͑̽̿̅̅̕͜n̷̨̘̤̩̙̝̼͛̾̆͊͗̓̃̕ͅg̴̢̢̛̦̀͐͋͑̈́̆̌̚̕ ̷̺̥͐̆̽̍̔̃ö̶̧̡͇̯̼͙́n̵̛̯̙̳̯͔̫͙͎̮̳̖̔̅͑̇̌́̂͊̆̚͜͠!̵̛̻̠͙̬͈͎̳̓̓́̉̏̚͝

[ Drama queen indeed. But now? Now this is worrying. His chest aches and in a way that makes his knees feel like they are going to give out at any second. But the worst part here is that Lucifer knows. No doubt Charlie had communicated that Alastor had, indeed, fought Adam. Logical conclusions leading to being injured and not quite in a proper state to remedy the situation...

But Alastor is now wheezing. That little outburst has all but guaranteed his wound opening up in full. And because he is so unsteady, Alastors shadows shiver. Shudder. Moving closer to Alastor himself.

The deer intends to run. ]