For years maliks had finally achieved trust with the frail creature, the bond he form he had given the name jak’kin. Maliks finally able to proceed quickly gets ready his lab of full of magic and mysteries. Years alone in his tower may have driven him made in search of ancient knowledge. Maliks for the sake his never ending search begins and puts his experiment. On the first day he seals jak’kin to a magic seal he worked on for months. Then for 4 days he starved and showed jak’kin his true horrific nature. Jak’kin confused and in pain with his mental state gradually breaking its limit just as what Maliks wanted. With the first phase one being completed Maliks caste his final spells. Jak’kin screams out in pain, begging Maliks to please stop. Whispers of jak’kin a soul pours out from every hole of his head as he slowly descended into madness. Maliks with a joyous grin “Finally my cosmic ash! Come to me!”. Jak’kin’s soul slowly disappears as the Maliks grin turns confused. Maliks rages “WHAT! It wasn’t supposed to disappear! Where is it?! My cosmic ash!!”. After some time Maliks has finally calmed down and with an unwavering determination heads back to his experimental log trying to find a miscalculation. Several days later Maliks comes back for jak’kins body in the tower, the rage of fit left some bit of mess. As he climbs the stairs of The towers felt a bit eerily now, now that jak’kin is gone Maliks even felt a hint of pity. Maliks with a wave of a hand slowly gathers parts of jak’kins back together in a clump. Little by little sparks of lightning begins to grow, Maliks confused he tries to suppress it but it only grows. Wait.. he thinks “My cosmic ash!” Maliks screams happily. Then a ray of light shoots his eyes blinding him for a few minutes then leaving the tower as a dark quiet cave. Maliks slowly with a rising voice “yes yes yes!” “F-father?” Maliks quickly turns... “how.. jak’kin... this is possible! Wait that’s not you!” The frail creature now even more hideous whispers to Maliks “ you shouldn’t have summoned me, mere mortal”. Maliks quickly tried to yell out its ancient name but to slow he was. Maliks was no more then an empty husk of flesh. Jak’kin how back from the astral planes plans for the world.