I did not know an undead could be so.... lively. He just seemed like an old father grunting about his daughter being married away. But wait just a minute.... why did he sound like he know Lakyus, or should I say my real mother, very well? Shouldn't he know Asgore better?
                          
"You sound like you know my mother pretty well." I expressed my concern.
                          
"Of course I did. I was her god damn teacher" the lich continued his grunting.
                          
"Wait what? How can a lich be a teacher of the hero?"
                          
"I was not always a lich you know. I used to be known by another name: Theoron."
                          
'Theoron....Theoron.... Isn't that the Sage? One of the Six heroes?' I repeated inside my head.
                          
"Are you THE Theoron?" I howled at him.
                          
"Ha ha ha! It seems my reputation has gotten the better of me. Yes I am Theoron the Sage, One of the Six heroes. But now I have another name and that's Noroeth." Noroeth laughed and answered proudly.
                          
"How did you end up like this?" I continued with the question.
                          
Suddenly his expression went dimmer.
                          
"Like the story said, I died ten years ago. But that's not the problem. The problem is I don't know who killed me. Ten years ago, we were surprised when we met the demon lord. We expected to meet a ferocious beast but he seemed just like a decent guy. Although we did try to kill him the moment we saw him, most of us ended up blown away. But only your mother, Hero Lakyus, was a match for him. 
                          
They fought for three days consecutively before finally ended in a tie. I think it was during that time they saw something in each other. Lakyus insisted that we were not to interfere. It kept repeating itself for the next few weeks. I thought perhaps the demon lord was just toying with her since he clearly did not use his maximum power. But then one day she showed up with Asgore, hands in hands, and told me that they were going to get married. And also she was expecting a child.
                          
We did not know what to do. Lakyus could not fight anymore and we were powerless against him. So when he invited us to his castle, despite our suspicion, we accept anyway. We thought perhaps there was something there we could use against him. Or at worst learn more intelligence. If he really wanted to kill us, he could do that easily already.
                          
At first I did not trust him. But when he told me about his plans, what his vision was for the demons and the world, I just could not help but kept listening. I have lived for more than three centuries and I am proud of my wisdom. But at that moment I began to doubt myself. Could it be that my prejudices against the demons were wrong ? If that is the case then how could I consider myself a Sage when I could not even see what was right in front of me for three hundred years.
                          
With time passed, the others shared my opinion and so we decided that upon our return we would spread the demon lord's message to the rest of the world. None of our wanted war. No longer should we continue this endless cycle of hatred and bloodshed. Could you imagine it? Peace between demon and the rest of the world. 
                          
Plus we were happy that you would be the first living proof that showed that demon and others could live together.
                          
But alas our dreams were shattered. The day you were born, I was outside the castle. Then I saw great light from inside. That was the last thing I remembered before I died." Noroeth paused before resuming.
                          
"When I woke up again, I was in this body. Remember the little girl you saw carrying a slime? That is the witch Amelia. She specialized in necromancy and so a few months after I died, she managed to recover my soul and put it inside my old body, which became like you see right now.