Klith was the most perfect creation that the Lord of the Abyss, Garak, has created. He was also the only creation that Garak has recognised as son. Klith had a pale muscular body frame that towered 1.76m and 20 black retractable razor-like claws. A dark smoke-like substance emanated from his body, giving off an aura of despair. He was a perfect killing machine, the pinnacle of carnage and monstrosity.
Now this monstrosity was kneeling in front of the Lord Garak, who sat on a plain throne. Lord Garak was like Klith, with the exception that his skin was filled with battle scars and a pair of demonic horns on his head.
Adorned in a plain grey robe, Lord Garak lazily inspected Klith while supporting his head with his hands.
“How was your previous mission?” Lord Garak casually asked.
“Reporting to father. My previous mission was a success. 15 Greater Abyssal Stingers and 50 Abyssal Krishs were vanquished by me. I made sure to use Hellfire on their corpses until they turned to ash. I even used Abyssal Fire after that. Nothing was left.” Klith replied with confidence.
Lord Garak frowned when he heard that his son had not only burned ashes, but also using Abyssal Fire. Abyssal Fire was the type of fire that could obliterate everything within a second, and therefore consumed most of its users mana and vitality.
“Did you, perhaps, feel anything afterwards?” Lord Garak asked with concern. Using Abyssal Fire even once would put an imaginable strain on one’s body.
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“Afterwards?” Klith answered, confused by what his father meant.
“You know, like did you feel weak or uncomfortable after using Abyssal Fire once?” Lord Garak rephrased his question.
“No father. I felt perfectly fine after casting once, but at my 5th Abyssal Fire, I felt like retching. Other than that, I am perfectly quite alright.” Klith answered with all seriousness.
“...”
“???”
Lord Garak rubbed his temple as he felt a headache coming.
“Okay, listen up Klith, my son. I have one last mission for you. If you succeed, you shall inherit the throne. If not, then you shall see…” Lord Garak adjusted himself as he postured himself befitting of a Lord.
“Yes father,” Klith lowered his head in a kneeling position.
“I will send you to the World, up above. There will be different species such as demons, elves, dragons, humans and so on. I want you to find a lover, preferably a female from any species. But I warn you, do not force her into becoming your lover, it has to be on her own violation. Once you find a lover, bring her back here.” Lord Garak mouthed every single word carefully.
“Your son, Klith Z’Garak, hereby hears and accepts the mission,” Klith pay attention to every single word, making sure not to miss any details.
Lord Garak channeled his mana and opened up a dimensional portal.
“Now go, make haste and don’t-.” Lord Garak urged.
Klith bowed once more towards Lord Garak before running into the portal.
“Run,” Lord Garak finished. ‘Oh for goodness sake, by the tarnation of the 7 demon lords, when will that kid ever let me finish speaking. I better lecture him once he returns.’
Lord Garak sighed as he fished out a scroll out of dimensional pocket. Glancing at its contents, Lord Garak sighed. ‘Where did it all go so wrong?’
[Klith]-Greater Modified Abyssal Archfiend
50% Abyssal Archfiend
10% Ancestral Vampire
10% Ancestral Elve
10% Ancestral Demon
5% Archmage
15% Abyssal river
Note: Total lack of common sense