The dark lord awaits

After you finished dressing you open the door to the waiting Uldar. "Finally, the Lord is waiting come with me." As you follow him he tells you about the others. "You are the ninth minion created by our Lord." This only makes you more curious and you ask,"Who are they?" Uldar snorts at that, but tells you anyway. "The first was a goblin, an unimaginative little shit who called himself Minion. Then came the Orc, after him was a shade. Then the Drakain, a Spectral Manipulator, a Centaur, but he's dead, I think. After him came a hotshot Incubus, a Werewolf and finally you." Stopping outside the throne room he turns to you, "It would be unwise for us to compete, as you see I can help you." He or she strokes your cheek which makes you uncomfortable. " I'm sure we can.... help each other." Before you can respond he opens the door and ushers you in. "Can't keep the lord waiting.