In Alastor's room, you stood with your violin. Feeling uneasy, yet ready to begin. He sat at the piano, his grin so wide. A mischievous glint, in his dark eyes abide. "I'm sure you'll find it easy," He spoke with a chuckle as he watched you, his fingers ready to buckle.

Playing Czardas, a song of Heaven's delight but in this place, it seems out of sigh.

Your hatred for him, oh it burns so deep. You'd just hope to leave this place.

A promise to keep, a promise to keep

To be kind, to help the Princess' dream but with Alasor around, it's a difficult theme. His gaze lingers on your bandaged wings. A reminder of your fall, the pain it brings but here you are, in this Helish space. Listening to play with Alastor's grace.

Together you play, in perfect harmony, a strange duo, that no one could foresee.*