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"This is Duncan, my heir!"

For a moment he thought that his heart had stopped beating. The air stuck in his throat and his mouth dried. His eyes widened in panic and all he could think about was what his father had just said: my heir ... What the hell did that mean ?! "That you're the heir, you stupid bitch, that's what it means, this psychopath wants you to take his place" he wanted to slap his head, stupid question. What else would it mean? Belloc intended to turn him into a worse monster than he already was, he wanted him to abandon what little humanity he had left ... to abandon his mother.

"And, what's wrong, now?" Of all the questions and curses that crowded his head, the stupidest found the way out through his vocal cords and his lips. There was no turning back and, deep down, I knew I was not going to like the answer.

Of course, he did not like it.

The last thing he saw before plunging into the fiery pit of molten rock was his father's fiery gaze, with a flash of expectation and calm. As if he were waiting for something important to happen and, strangely enough, to try to instill some peace in the face of what had just happened, as if trying to tell him that nothing bad was going to happen to him. Of course, it did not work. Panic and hatred had taken possession of his being and, just before he submerged to probably die, he thought he heard his father's thunderous voice say:

"Not while I'm here"

After that, he was too busy trying not to drown in lava to think about what the hell those words meant, or if he really had heard them. The few seconds in which the density of the magma prevented him from surfacing and breathing were the most agonizing of his life. "Lie," he said to himself, "you know perfectly well that he was 10 times worse than this, and it was not just a couple of seconds" he forced himself to stop thinking about that when he felt a scorching heat in his chest, so intense that he thought it would end for killing him. He began to feel a strange tingling all over his body and the mind began to cloud, then he only knew one thing. Had to go out.

Without knowing where he had taken the forces, something in him made him push up, coming to the surface like a projectile, several meters in the air. As soon as he had the opportunity, he filled his lungs with air and opened his eyes, which, without knowing it, had been closed. His vision was strange, he saw everything double and the figures danced before him as if trying to confuse him more than he already was. He did not know when he landed, but when his feet touched the firm ground, his eyes instinctively went to his body. Claws, horns, scales, fire. He did not even have time to be scared of himself when a strange tightness in his chest dislodged him. I needed liberation. I needed to breathe.

A huge torrent of flames escaped from the depths of his chest, reaching the stone vault of the enormous cavern, spreading throughout the cave making him, without his realizing it, all step back while covering themselves with the menacing ones. calls. All but one. By the time his strength subsided and his eyelids began to close, he only caught a glimpse of his father's penetrating gaze, with a fierce glow of pride.

As soon as Duncan touched the ground, Belloc hurried to change to his quadruped form to descend to the lower platform to pick it up. Its enormous form rippled gracefully like a snake until it positioned itself on its son, forming a shield before the looks of wrath, fear, and repulsion. His tail spearing slowly and his claws ready for any attack attempt. If any of them tried to even approach, I would not hesitate to break through by tearing members. The others seemed to get the message, and none was stupid enough to dare to attack a father protecting his young. And even less when Belloc was that father.

Seeing that his subjects began to withdraw, even throwing murderous glances aimed at the teenager shielded under his colossal figure, decided that it was safe to leave. He returned to his bipedal form and as he got up, he carefully picked up the unconscious body of his son. Tranquility ravaged his body when he noticed how his tiny heart, twice as fast as his own, was beating properly inside his chest. His breathing was calm and controlled and his transformation had disappeared to re-emerge his human aspect. With a moan of fatigue and discomfort in the reddish light of the lava, still unconscious, Duncan rolled on his stomach to escape the clarity, cuddling in the hand of his father.

Belloc could not stop a small amused smile from sliding down his face. Had he known where he was sleeping, and where he was snuggling, the situation would have been very different. He was tempted to wake him up to laugh at his expression when he realized his situation, but he thought it would be best to reach the nest and let him rest. The transformation had left him exhausted and, his amazing demonstration of power would have spent his strength for several days. "Better," he told himself. That way he would not have to spend the next week chasing him to keep him from killing himself.

With one last look at his son, he clenched his fist with great care as he left the cave they had come from. He reached the crystal cave and, instead of going to the exit, he entered through an ascending gallery hidden behind one of the crystal deposits. Despite his thunderous footsteps, his fist muffled the sounds outside almost completely, so Duncan continued to sleep, oblivious to what was happening and what was about to happen. Belloc wanted it to remain that way until they had reached his chamber. Once inside, the entrance would not open again until the specified it. The ideal place to keep a baby overactive, disobedient, angry, frightened and disoriented.

A few minutes walk later, he spotted his nest in the distance. A salient of barely 20 meters high, 60 long and 50 wide, large enough for him to fit and exceed meters in all directions. The platform sank slightly in the center and, all of it was covered with thousands of skins of all possible species, giving rise to a gigantic nest. Careful not to wake up to his precious cargo, he settled into the huge nest on his four legs like a majestic dragon. Finally, he opened his fist and deposited with great delicacy the body of his son between his huge arms, curving them around him as a protection. He watched Duncan stretch until he was completely sprawled, still asleep, without any concern.

Every precaution was small because he was sure that, of the two, Duncan was the one who got up early.