By me
On the shadow side of the "Kingdom of Disorder," Nimrod stared at the Hraf Originator across from him, with his half-bat, half-human body.
"Finished reading? The contract I'm signing with you is fair. It's your only choice right now."
The Originator did not answer. He once again examined the High Gothic words on the paper one by one.
[Yulman shall serve Nimrod and carry out all of his orders, including but not limited to psychic parasitism, Origin Space navigation... Yulman and his species may carry out psychic parasitism and devour the real world, but their targets must not be humans. Without permission, Yulman and his species may not take any action against the "Shadow of Order," its affiliated forces, or its worlds. ...]
The tendrils beneath Yulman's jaw swayed. Though Nimrod had placed restrictions on him, drastically shrinking his range of predation, this was still a chance for his species to continue.
Moreover, the Hraf race no longer had the scale it once possessed. Now only he remained.
In the past, with a population in the tens of thousands, losing the vast species that was humanity would have made their needs impossible to satisfy.
Now, if he used psychic energy to incubate and breed anew a species of the Parasitic Web, it would take at least tens of millions of years.
Perhaps for the rest of his entire life's journey, he would no longer need to worry about having no prey.
Yulman raised his head, the Black Crystal Swirl Horn growing along the upper edge of his chest pointing at the black armor.
"I agree." With a wave of his hand, he branded the name "Yulman" onto the parchment with his claw.
For the continuation of his species, Yulman signed the contract in humiliation.
An Originator who had