Impressive, isn't it? King Lucifer seemed to think so. It's not easy to gain the respect of the Devil himself, but I managed it. [Alastor rolls his claws lazily, studying them.] Of course, he likely keeps an eye on me to make sure I don't attempt something similar to his attempt at God's throne. Not that I'd want to. Ruling over territory is so tiresome. And Hellish politics? So very boring and tedious.

Now, I could snuff out your soul easily enough, but I won't.

[He tilts his head towards Anya, intending to draw Rasputin's attention to what she's about to do.]

That's her right for the wrongs you committed against her and her blood.

[And given that Rasputin has been using that reliquary for every little spell? He has no way of retrieving it from her without running towards her. Something Alastor would never allow.]

[No. He wants the mad monk to watch as Anya destroys him.]