Draedon

By Yharim's command, you became Draedon's assistant—in other words, you were his damned slave. You had to find him every last little thing he needed. Today he was designing some stupid thing called "XG-07 Mars." You chuckled a bit when he named it. "What's so funny, human?" you asked. "You're still my lackey thanks to Yharim, so shut up and go find some more auric ore. Yharim needs a piece of his armor. " You got a little angry and refused, so Draedon lost his temper and called Thanatos. "You think you're so great, you damn dark-skinned idiot? Let's see if you can swallow as well as you chew. " Draedon pointed at you, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Thanatos to disintegrate you in a second, but he stopped without saying a word. " I can't kill you," he said. "Yharim forbade it. Besides, you're my 'disciple,' of course."