Malefor howled and howled in rage when Gaul relayed the news.
Only one egg salvaged from the life-blinded fools calling themselves Guardians when there were so many others to grab, and it wasn't purple, nor even male.
This is what he got for choosing pathetic, prejudiced Apes.
"Feed it, raise it, do with it what you will – it will suffice in a year."
"A year, Lord?" Gaul gasped.
"A year, Gaul," he snarled. "Any sooner and the Dark light will crush it, and due to your lack of judgement, I won't have another chance for twelve years. Do you want me to stretch your life out that long for a mistake of your doing?"
The threat of a far more painful existence than what the monarch of flea-bitten primates already endured was clearer than the faux Spirit Gems the Apes had come to depend on. Gaul's knees bent in honor of the hand that fed with power, "As you command, Dark Master."
"A final desire, my faithful one."
Malefor could feel the Ape flinch at the degradation in the title. Pathetic, prejudiced, and proud. His incorporeal face twisted into a sneer.
"Call it Cynder, for when I am done with it, cinders will be all that remains of the cities shepasses through." Malefor could and would create this goddess of destruction out of an insignificant female hatchling; it would be a prelude, his forewarning of his final end.
That is, if the King of the Buffoons could keep it alive.
Gaul's eyes glazed over with the promise of chaos to bring in the future. "An eloquent choice, Lord."
"Yes, indeed it is. Now go." He tired of this presence once more.
Gaul lowered his head in forced respect once more, then vanished from the Dark Realms in a haze of black.
The title comes form the prejudices in the characters: Gaul against Dragons, – including his own Master – and Malefor against the apes and females. It's just a little fic that I actually liked.
Saturday, August 14, 2010, at 12:18 A.M.