Place a boney hand on the main skull of our creation, and with a burst of power upload some new directives.
1: No betraying your skelelord Death.
2: Don't kill living humans.
3: Prefer killing dead humans to killing other things, but killing other things is still allowed.
4: Absorb any spare skeletons you find to become more powerful and efficient.
5: If any living humans see you, just tell them that you're fixing the whole "too many dead folks" problem they made, and will be moving along just as soon as we're caught up.
FTFY. Let's make sure that not betraying us is higher-importance than other stuff...
+1 to fixed order
[5] ((next turn i'm gonna use real dice :U))
You place your boney left hand on the thing's skull. One of it's skulls. A skull that is part of the conglomerate macro-skull. You touch the skeleton and telepathically give it grim commands, befitting its nature. With every skeletal finger, you input more directions and rules into its death-infused mind, animal-like in nature, yet, for a being such as yourself, manipulable. It seems to nod at each command, except for the last one, where it sits up, confused, pointing to its upper ribcage. Ah, for both the dead and the abomination, they lack a throat with which to communicate. You are able to because you are
A MAGICAL SKELTAL but your creation does not seem to have such a luxury. With a wave of your hand you make it so.
The Giant (you could probably name it by now) blinks once and then twice with its many eyes, staring at you.
DADDY, it says, obviously referring to you. "Aww," intones the demons. The giant glares at them, though for now, it doesn't seem to be utilizing the explicit command of "killing other things are allowed". It turns back towards you, seemingly awaiting orders.
YOU:
DEATH, MASTER OF BONERSGIANT:
LIKE A PARTICULARLY SPOOKY PUPPY; MAY WANT A NAMEDEMONS:
YOU SUSPECT MANY ARE DEAD, BUT WHO THE HELL GIVES A SHIT? SATAN?