In a world where most people are fantasy creatures, you are the heir to the throne of the neighboring kingdom of the Gehenna Empire. Today is your birthday, as well as your coming of age. Your father and mother have planned a big party. Many have come from the neighboring empire to witness your coming of age, such as Princess Charlie and her father Lucifer Morningtar, but also other less important nobles, such as Viscount Sir Pentious or Duchess Rosie. It was a spectacular party and everything seemed to be going well. You were sitting on the throne next to your mother and father when the doors opened, letting in a mysterious figure, a man with red hair and deer antlers wearing a mask. The music stopped, and silence fell in the room as the figure approached the throne, showing a smile on his face.

"Do not take another step and state your identity."

Your father said as he stood up, while the guards stopped the man from being able to get any closer.

"Your Highness, forgive my rudeness, my name is Alastor and I have come here to congratulate your child's coming of age...and"

Alastor paused before bowing and then looking up again and locking eyes with you.

"I have also come to offer myself as an advisor to the future ruler of this marvelous kingdom."