A curious explanation

"Well, my dear foolish boy. Let's address the elephant shaped darkness in this even darker space, shall we? You died one way or another and found yourself reincarnated as a shade demon." Cornelius begins his explanation, seemingly holding no interest in the concept of "gradual easing one into a conversation." Instead, the rather fervor filled spectral man decided to come in quite headstrong and direct.

"What do you me…" the lying down wanderer tries to gain some form of clarification. But is unable to finish his question as Cornelius raises his voice.

"WHERE is this place, you might wonder." He says with a lot of bravado, showing that he doesn't want to get interrupted. The still-beaten wanderer shoots a glare in response but ultimately keeps quiet.

'What does this man love more? Telling shocking statements without explaining or just his own voice?' The wanderer begrudgingly thinks, unable to say it out loud yet still in desperate need to vent about this situation.

"This is a demonic realm known as "Appolyian" and no I don't mean your world's depiction of what hell would be. It can be if you look hard enough, but I wouldn't recommend it. You're reincarnated and are thus alive...once again..... Are you listening? HEY!" Cornelius waves his hands and snaps his fingers before the lying down wanderer's eyes as he isn't receiving a satisfactory response from his listener.

"I am, but you YELLING when I have this bursting headache doesn't help." The lying down man couldn't hold his anger in any longer, screaming what he was previously saying only in his mind at this non-stop talking stranger.

"Oh, that? Don't worry it will leave very shortly, it's just your body "acclimating" or your soul whatever you believe actually shapes the other. It's also the first time it seems you've demonstrated any magical prowess, that could also be a cause."

"I can do magic?" The man asks, responding to the potentially only good news Cornelius has said thus far.

"Of course, every demon is capable of doing magic, after all. You just have to know how to do it. But don't worry, we still have a long trip ahead of us, so there's plenty of time to learn." Cornelius responds as he dispels the chair he summoned to sit on, already facing the direction he seems to want to go.

"We're going somewhere?"

"Yes, we will go toward the capital."

"This place has a capital?"

"Yes, the capital is called "Lucile's Light", It's named after the first devil "Luciel." It's also probably the only place that can be considered a city in this realm." He says with a smug smile on his face now that the other participant actually seems engaged in the conversation. "It's a city where the strong have free rulership over the laws. Get strong enough, and you can do whatever you want, but if not. Well, then it wouldn't be surprising to get enslaved or just outright killed." Cornelius explains further, his enthusiastic tone and voice not matching the grim sentences coming from his mouth.

The lying-down man visibly shudders at the possibilities and the way Cornelius speaks about them. The smug smile creates a terrifying image in the wanderer's head.

"No worries, my dear young…." Are the words Cornelius says before pausing for an awkward amount of time. One can visibly see him think loudly, the gears actively turning in the head beneath the top hat. "I don't know your name, do I? What type of person does not give his name when starting an enlightened conversation!!!" He yells out infuriated, hitting the cane against the darkness-filled floor. Rather than pure adult anger, it's closer to a child throwing a tantrum.

"You never asked." The emerald-colored-eyed shade demon simply responds.

Cornelius's smirk when he was talking quickly dissipated, instead a hurtful glare takes its place.

"…."

"I used to be called Edwin." He says, a surge of locked away emotions rushing over him as soon as the name left his mouth.