Alec appears inside the waiting room. He seems..pissed to say the least. He is in his 8 foot tall God form anger clear in his blue eyes. He spots the portal and walks through, noticing the others he speaks his voice rumbling like a deep growl. "The heck happened." He knows he's late, but dealing with this many souls has caused him to be a bit busy. All of the souls seemed fine until he went to deal with them. They were traumatized. To add to it when he did go to earth the town he loved was riddled with the undead. He took out many of them but heard of the meeting. Again he knows he's late, but right now he feels the need to be angry at something.
His clawed hand grips his spear as he stands there his ears folded back and his finery somehow gleaming more. As if even the items he is wearing is angry. His tail seems like a rigid whip and he looks as if at any moment he will lash out unless given reason not to. He waits almost eerily calm as he holds onto that anger. After all, he had come to be fond of the living mortals. Finding them clever and interesting to watch.now they just wander around as empty husks of who they were.