Kal'haldan, the Cloven One
After what had been seen or alerted, his suspicions still kept ringing for him to do something. He was not smart enough to see against illusions nor was he able to see who it was but his instincts told him that something was amiss. Something in his mind and his gut felt that something bad was going to happen and he needed to do it fast. However the rational part of his monster mind, that of a god had surmised that it probably was nothing and he was letting his monster within run wild.
One thing they both agreed upon was that he needed to hurry to his worshipers in the mountains. Finding them wasn't hard as he perked up his ears and listened to the prayers that were directed towards him. He rushed towards them in the newly birth sun and saw them deep underground in a cavern eating whatever they could and living in the darkness. When they saw his glowing horizontal pupils then they gathered around him and pray and worshipped him like he brought back the sun and stop the world from ending.
He didn't want to dissuade them from their views, if anything they were somewhat founded that he did have a hand in these things. However, even with the sun going out and the monsters multiplied during the loss of the sun. Chaos spread rampant without a strong hand and this makes him angry. With his newfound power he can right those wrongs and finally make his progenitor's promise come true. Even with the promise he still had to rely on the mortal souls and he didn't know how to sever the influence of the Maelstrom without the need of divine blood.
Then, an idea came to him!
"Which one of you are the elder of this tribe?" He asked.
One of them came, a man with gray hair and he could see his lineage did not come from his original worshippers but he was one nevertheless. He wore rags and hides and lean on a stick. The Cloven One's heart cooled in sadness when he saw that as the mortals were inside the caves for longer than he had thought, a curse of his immortality. He approached him and towered over him, still having the flower rings around his horns and beads connected to his beard as a symbol that his their god and defender.
"You have stayed faithful to me for generations and into the darkness. I am sorry that it took me so long to come found you all. I bring a gift for your steadfastness, a gift for you all. Bring me a bowl elder for you will be the first to take part of it." Kal'haldan smiled as he spoke.
The elder looked overjoyed as he heard the blessing from the goatman that they got a small, crudely carved clay bowl for him and prayed over it.
Kal'haldan then grabbed the sword that symbolized his mantle and cut his wrist. Divine golden ichor poured into the bowl and the tribe watched as he the Cloven One seemed in pain as he grunted and healed his wound. He then pointed his sword and chaotic energy crackled from it and darted to the bowl and a small purpleish mushroom cloud exploded from the bowl. The bowl now had a mixture of light violet and golden liquid as it glowed in the dark tunnel.
"Drink this and you will be remade beyond human. With my blood you will be like monsters, with the shard of the maelstrom you will be chaotic and free like them but without the need to have your souls snagged by them. You will be strong, people of my blood and share in my strength. Not all will be the same but you will be like brothers and sisters to my eyes. You will carry on the promise of building a home for monsters in this new world and be the vanguard for them. Therefore, as your lord, I wish for you to be fruitful and multiply, to spread your blood beyond the earth and form a new horde to rise up against the should they not be tamed. "
He passed on the blessing to the elder and the tribe. For each drink the chaotic divine monster blood of their Lord will not go out and they will feel the effects of the blessing.
Action:Turn the human worshippers who partake in the blessing into Musume, human/monster hybrids with the bonus of being able to reproduce faster than the other races.