Tristan was standing in a dark room. You could smell the fine brandy and cigar smoke emanating from the man in front of him.

  "Ok."

  "What do you mean 'ok'?"

  This man, also known as God, just told Tristan he was going to another world and had the oppoutunity to create a new race.

  God was suprised at the reaction of the boy. The other candidates where astonished when he told them of this. But this one simply complied.

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  Tristan was not very emotional, he was always more calculative and analytical. The only emotions he truly felt were satisfaction and bloodlust, leading to a quite lonely childhood.

  "Well I guess that response is fine too."

  God snapped his fingers and the room suddenly turned into a white plane with a blank mannequin in the middle.

  After going through a painfully long process of blue screens and morphing the mannequin, his creation was standing in front of him.

  An 8'4 humanoid with red skin and horns curving forward from the sides of it's head. Tristan tried to create the most war-ready species possible. They have god-like regeneration and superior muscles. They have the ability to use blood magic and fire magic.

  "Well I'm done."

  "Are you now?"

  Tristan looked over to God, he was leaning on his hand dosing off and uninterestingly looking at the process.