I wake up to another morning, in the dark, damp caves of the dungeon. In rhis life I'm what they call an imp.  I'm around two feet with grey skin, and golden eyes. My mother was an elf, my conception was, lets say, non-consentual. My father is whats known as a goblin, a three foot tall green abomination, I am neither of these due to a special protection granted by the elven gods that turn any children born of rape into a demon, hoping that the demon destroys whatever caused his specially created children pain. I of course don't have the concioisness of a demon. I am a reincarnated primordial being known as an energy body. Mortals named us that for lack of a better description, as we were literally clouds of energy attuned to a specific aspect of reality.I was the embodiement of Zero, as in nothing. Named in this life as Nyxus. We will skip over the specifics of why I had to put myself into the cycle of reincarnation for now. Just know it was not for the fun of it. I have only just now reached full maturity, although "only" is a relative term, as it only took three months. But the goblin tribe my father is from has been behaving strangely. They put gold near my resting space, and refuse to look directly at me. I believe they think im dangerous. Maybe this isnt their first time having a secual encounter with the elven people. In my past lives I remember the elven people going on massive exterminations of goblins. Oh. Wait. Fathers here now. Oh. Father-"Come. Elder Shamen want speak you." Ugh. His broken use of the common tongue disgusts me, but i suppose you can't pick your parents. Despite my dislike of him, I folliw anyways. We arrive in another cave, slightly nicer than the others, but still. Its a cave. As I was taught during my ahort upraising, I looked at the floor instead of at the elders. Elders, all at once-"look at us, young demon." And look at them I did, and i noticed something. They were all hobgoblin shamens! Hobgoblins are the evolution of a goblin, which become stronger, taller, and overall much more powerful than before, them all being shamens means they all took a magic related class. Elders-" Today is the day of prophecy, the tame demon shall revieve his class, and lead us to greatness!" What?! But i gave up on power hundreds of lives ago. Was it -Her- no. It couldnt be. Well, I suppose it couldnt hurt to try again. Nyxus-" Elders, I thank you greatly for this chance." Elders-"This isn't a gift. So dont think of it as such, think of it as more of an investment." And thus they started chanting. And I selected my class. I'm now an awakened demon.

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