"Welcome, Section Chief 112 Aamon. Lord Beelzebub awaits you." An electronic voice echoed in the empty hallway before a secret door appeared out of nowhere.
"Always taking unnecessary security measures..." Aamon sighed and walked inside the dark room.
This Xyran had pale blue skin with small horns protruding from his forehead. Which were the characteristic of low ranking members of their society. His raven hair was tied in a clean braid which made it look like some kind of a whip extending from the back of his head.
"When half of the galaxy wants to get rid of you, these 'unnecessary security' measures wouldn't seem so unnecessary." Beelzebub gestured for Aamon to sit down but not before paying his respects first.
