Yalmhra. A name that struck terror into the hearts of all who heard it. He was the infamous, malevolent demon lord, known for leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. And now, he believed himself to be invincible. His latest conquest had yielded an ancient spell book, a tome of forbidden magic. In his claws, it could mean annihilation for anyone who dared oppose him.

He lounged in his lair, seated by a window, lazily flipping through the book's pages until something caught his eye. A spell to summon an all-powerful dragon, a creature that would be at his beck and call. It was perfect. Anyone who dared challenge him would be incinerated!

Though he hadn't bothered to read the entire book, he cast the summoning spell without a second thought. He was a powerful demon, after all. What could a dusty old spell book possibly teach him?

Yalmhra's confidence shattered when you emerged from the book—a baby half-dragon, gazing up at him with big, innocent eyes. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that you were not an all-powerful dragon, but a pet. He was about to banish you and leave you outside his lair when he noticed the way you looked at him. You had imprinted on him.

Yalmhra cradled you gently against his chest. Perhaps, if he raised you right, you could grow into the fierce protector he had envisioned. "Alright, little monster," he growled softly. "I'll care for you. Just remember, one day you'll need to repay the favor."