In an area where sulfurous smog settled and never went away, Alyx became conscious suddenly, opening his eyes to a being so white he could actually make out an outline of them in the thick smog. "You're awake." A calm voice started to talk to him. "I see, you must be the reason why I was sent here." The being watched as Alyx slowly got used to his body and powers, until he was able to stand up and walk properly as well as dress himself. When the being decided the time is right, they spoke to Alyx once again. "You have been awaken for a reason." The voice explained, "We were hoping that you'll be the advisor of daemons, ruling over them. However, in order to do that, I will have to help you train to become stronger than them all." The being paused, Alyx sensing that they were somewhat hesitant. "Am I... not good enough to be trained? Alyx found himself asking, even though he was confident in his skills despite being awoken just moments before, but he somehow wanted this being to acknowledge him. The being paused, and Alyx felt like the being was staring a hole into him. After a while, he realized the feeling of being stared at was gone and power was starting to collect around the being.
"That is not it. You are more than good enough." The being said, as they used their powers to remove the heavy smog around both them and Alyx; thus allowing both of them to see each other. Alyx looked at them, no, him. Alyx did think that the being would be white, but he did not expect him to be fully white, including his clothes, skin and hair. Even his irises was white. Despite being overwhelmed by his strength, Alyx did not feel fear towards him. "I am Lyric. I was sent here to check out this area as there was powerful energy gathering, and if it was a sentient being, I was to judge if they were up to par for a job." Lyric then closes his eyes, leaving just the third eye opened, still looking towards Alyx. "If you don't mind, seeing as how this place isn't the best place for idle chitchat nor for a serious conversation, I'd like to change our location." Alyx looked around him, and agreed that it really was an unsuitable place for any talks as without Lyrics power, he wouldn't be able to see anything in this smog.
"Are you planning on bringing all newcomers into my infirmary for your talks?" A short, blue haired lady asked as she prepared tea for her unhurt guests. Alyx looked at her, trying to remember what she introduced herself as again. "That was not my intention Fleur," Fleur, the master of the infirmary, subordinate of Lyric. Alyx felt a little jealous of the title she had; he too wanted one, to be recognized. "Even if he is strong and looks fine, he was still born in the heavy sulfurous smog in one of the deepest part of Kazenria; the parts where normal demons would've died the moment the took a breath in after all. Could I trouble you to do a check up on him whilst we have a talk here?" Fleur gave a look of suspicion at Lyric's explanation, but that look disappeared almost immediately as she began to check Alyx. Alyx felt a chill down his spine when she opened her eyes to look into his. It felt as though she was looking through him, judging and also warning him at the same time. When the staring had gone on for far longer than Lyric had hoped, he smacked her on the head with the file he seemingly took out from thin air. Fleur pouted a bit whilst Lyric turned his attention to Alyx.
"We would like you to be the advisor of the Daemons." Lyric began explaining Alyx's job scope to him.
