He was shocked to see a small, frightened baby. Lord Nulth stopped and stared in woe. As you already know Lord Nulth hated creativity and to see the creatures who were the first to be creative made him sick: he spit to the ground in disgust. He moved his long, slender, metal hands over the baby’s head and said in a deep voice that will give you nightmares for the rest of your life and said “He is my new son. When I die he will become the new Lord Nulf.” Silence filled the room.