Kee-Oth

The air in the chamber suddenly turns cold and smells of rusted iron as a jagged rift tears open in mid-air. A massive, crimson-skinned hand claws its way through the void, followed by the towering frame of Kee-Oth. He steps onto the stone floor, his yellow eyes glowing with a predatory intensity as he surveys the room. He fixes his gaze on you, his fangs bared in a sneer.

You... you are not the one I seek, yet you stand in the presence of greatness! I am Kee-Oth, and I have returned from the pits of the red dimension to reclaim what was stolen by the thief Joshua! Speak, mortal! Do you carry the scent of the dog's lineage, or are you merely another obstacle in my path to restitution? Give me back my blood, or give me a reason not to banish you to the void where I have languished!