Chapter 2: Rise of the demonic son

I failed my father...No! He doesn't deserve to be my father! I saw it clearly that my father was shouting here and there, all the while kicking the corpse. He doesn't even feel regret for losing his only son...

Where am I? Why there's nothing but shining little specks...It's like I'm floating in the space...Is this the feeling of the dead? There's no such thing as hell and heaven, gods and devils?

I failed myself...That elf and the damned drow! She tricked me! It wasn't a fair fight! How could she hide a small sword in her palm...No...I'll be careful next time...If there's such a thing as fighting in this emptiness...


He breathed in heavily.

In the vast hall with walls so ancient that no one could have guessed who had built it, lay the orc, the demiorc. Unlike a normal orc, his body was gracefully thin and he had two dragon-like horns protruding from his skull. Partially hidden by the ragged cloak covering him, was a long dark coloured tail. The colour of his skin was darker than the typical green colour of his original kin. He had been in a state of coma until an hour ago. Surrounding him were ten hooded figures, all wearing the same ragged crimson cloak.

Who am I?

The hooded figures were chanting some sort of spell in a strange language. Although he didn't understand the words muttered by them, he felt a powerful presence nearing them. The demiorc slowly opened his eyelids.

Why am I here?

Slowly, the demiorc stood up, grimacing all the while. He flexed his numb limbs and wondered when the last time was he used them. The hooded figures pay less attention to him. Some merely glance in his direction before continue their chant.

What am I?

A lot of questions were inside his head. Yet he could not answer even one. Most importantly, since when did he own a tail, he thought while swinging his tail slowly.

Suddenly, the hooded figures stopped. Silence filled the vast hall, and the powerful presence was very near to them now, and the demiorc could swear that it was right beside him.

"What..." the demiorc begins but his voice trailed off when a brilliant light filled the hall.

As sudden as the light began it stops, and everything is back to normal, excpet that the powerful presence is with them now. The demiorc stumbled backward as the powerful presence materialised before him. The hooded figures all drop down, and start praying in a weird way. They mumbled words so ancient yet felt extremely powerful and overwhelming that it made the demiorc feel uneasy.

The new figure sneered, and walked gracefully towards the demiorc. The wicked smile on his face vanished when he mouthed something. He stopped directly in front of the demiorc.

"Welcome to my temple," he exclaimed as if the demiorc is his long lost friend.

Somehow, the powerful presence around him faded a little. The demiorc also noticed then that he is quite short for a human, and an eerie shadow-like aura is surrounding him. His features also seem to be changing from time to time. Is this a human?

"Correct! In fact, I'm not even close to a human. The reason I took this form is to be able to talk to you in a more intimate way," the human replied.

He just read my mind! The demiorc retreated a few steps away but was stopped by the hooded figure kneeling behind him. He almost stumbles over.

"Alright, I know you have plenty of questions, but," the human's eyes meet the demiorc's "I wish to tell you your true identity first," the aura covered human sneers again, and the demiorc stiffened.

"Welcome back to the mortal world, Urlgen Threefist."