Artholath was pleased, even happy, at having so easily met the one who he had spent roughly twenty looking for and the one who may bring a thousand years to its proper fate. He was tall and certainly looked like the proper man. At the same time, he felt a strange… pull. A familiarity that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He disregarded it.

“I’ll be frank; I am not entirely sure what Delios found as interesting at the time. However… it is you I find to be interesting. And I have a proposal.”

He paused for a second to let those words sink in.

“I am a particular… fan of your works, and I think you are the perfect one to finish the job started long ago. I am what humans would call a demon, one of the first demons, and I want you to assist in the recreation of the greatest genetic engineering project embarked upon by the Warlords of a millennia ago.”

“I can, and will, assist you in the creation of demons.”