Hey guys and welcome to another Princess Resurrection story. This was actually a request made by one of my readers and of course I don't mind making story requests for anime/manga that I like and love. Here's the prologue and I hope you guys enjoy. :)

In present time, monsters believed that the Phoenix had always been the ruler of monsters for as far back as when history was first recorded...and they would be correct. However, what about before then? Who ruled the Monster Realm? Well, let me tell you the story that has long been forgotten. In ancient times, before the Phoenix became the ruler of the Monster Realm, the title of 'King' belonged to the most powerful monsters in existence. One that rivaled the Phoenix in terms of both power and immortality.

Dragons.

Dragons were incredibly powerful monsters that could even bend the very fabric of reality to their will. If you actually managed to kill one in battle, with an incredible amount of luck, they could revive themselves. The only way to kill a dragon permanently was to absorb its soul into either a sealing crystal or by another dragon. Their scales were like armor as they were strong enough to withstand almost all weapons without a scratch. Their claws were like spears and could tear through thick, solid steel. Their fangs were like swords and their wings were strong enough to summon powerful whirlwinds. The dragons also were able to use magic that were exclusive to their bloodline. It was impossible for other monsters to learn how to use their power. The powers the dragons wielded ranged from breathing fire and ice to summoning powerful storms and even stopping time. However, there was one dragon who the strongest of them all. His name?

Draven.

He was the dragon that had claimed the throne and held the title of the King of all Monsters. He had a spiked head with scales that were as black as the darkest of night with eyes as red as blood. He ruled the realm of monsters with an iron fist and all of his subjects that weren't dragons lived in oppression and slavery. He saw non-dragons as inferior beings and majority of the dragon population shared his views. Destruction and domination were within a dragon's very nature after all. However, that didn't mean that other monsters couldn't earn their respect. Werewolves were one of the races that would fight to the death even against a vastly superior opponent. That was what earned them the respect of the dragons. They definitely weren't seen as equals but they were given a higher status amongst the other monsters. Draven was so strong that even others of his kind were roughly no match. The king also had an advantage that no other dragon possessed. He had a psychic ability called telekinesis but his main power had to do with the manipulation of shadows. He even received another title known as the 'Dragon Reaper' or 'Dragon of Death'.

However, hundreds of years later was when everything changed. A huge and majestic bird wreathed in flames appeared and some monsters believe it was birthed from the very sun itself. Others say it was the soul of a bird that merged with the flames on its deathbed and achieved divinity. No matter which origin holds true, there was only one thing that mattered now. That it brought a ray of hope and the warmth of light into the darkness and despair that was King Draven's rule.

The Phoenix, as the bird was called, incited a rebellion with its very presence against the dragons. Then the Phoenix-Dragon War took place. Despite the fact that there was only one Phoenix, its influence was vast and exceptional. For decades the war raged and the Phoenix quickly realized how outmatched its allies were. That is, until one lone dragon made the decision to aid the Phoenix. He went b the name Azuriel and he was one of Draven's younger brothers. He wasn't well received at first but the Phoenix believed he was genuine in his desire to assist them along with a few other dragons. It seemed not all of them agreed with Draven's cruelty in his rule. The Phoenix used its own magic to seal away the souls of the dragons that were defeated.

Draven was furious that there was not only a new monster able to match the dragons in power, but also that some of the dragons had turned against him! Even one of his own brothers! The war reached its climax when the Phoenix fought Draven at the summit of the tallest mountain in the Monster Realm. Powerful storms raged as a result of the enormous battle between the two most powerful monsters. Eventually the Phoenix managed to banish the Dragon King within the currents of time. After Draven's defeat, the Monster Realm recovered but it was after decades of healing. The Phoenix became the new King of Monsters and the surviving dragons in Azuriel's clan vanished without a trace. They were never heard from again and no one has even the slightest clue where they might have gone. It didn't matter though. Draven was gone for good and none of the dragons from Azuriel's clan or loyalists to Draven emerged from hiding. Now, the monsters have forgotten the existence of dragons and they were now seen as just a myth.

But...is it truly safe to say that? Have we truly seen the last of Draven and the dragons?

A lone castle stood in the middle of a dark and dank swamp that was hidden away by the environment's sinister fog. The castle itself was rundown and covered in moss. There were no unbroken windows, no bricks intact, and no living soul within miles.

That didn't mean there was no one inside.

Deep inside the ruined chambers was an elder lich covered in black tattered robes with red and gold trimmings. He sat on the throne of the main hall and the dark red glow within his empty eye sockets scanned the desolate remains of his small castle. A castle that was given to him by his lord and master; Draven himself. Unlike most monsters, he embraced the rule of Draven and the dragons. The elder lich, along with a special select few, were given special treatment. They worshiped the dragons as gods with Draven as their god-king. Their loyalty and absolute obedience were rewarded with small amounts of power in the form of wooden masks with dragon markings carved into them. The elder lich stared down at the red colored mask that he took out of his robes and held in his bone hands. This was proof that he stood above majority of the other servants and slaves.

"How annoying." The elder lich said with a sigh. Thanks to the power of the mask, he saw the fight between the very first Phoenix and his master. The only reason why that Phoenix won was because Draven was set adrift in the currents of time. However, something told him in the back of his mind that the battle was far from over. In fact, it was merely postponed. It had been several centuries since that battle and during those centuries, the elder lich waited and he will continue to wait for his return. The return of Lord Draven, the true King of Monsters.

Azuriel laid down in the snow as he watched the skies. He had dark blue scales with a white underbelly and white webbing in his wings. He also had emerald green eyes and antler-like horns that curved backwards and sideways over the top of his head. Everyday the dragon waited on the very same mountain where the battle between Draven and the first Phoenix took pace. He knew banishing his older brother through time was only a temporary solution. He knew within his very blood and bones that Draven would return. The problem was where his other older brother disappeared to.

Azuriel was the youngest of three brothers. Draven was the eldest and the middle dragon was Razakel. Razakel was a red-scaled dragon with a silver underbelly and webbing in his wings. He had two pairs of dark red horns that curved back in two different ways. The top two started up, then slightly down and ended back up. The bottom pair curved down and ended upwards but the ends faced down. He was also one of the unique dragons to be born with a special physical feature. His was a steel blade at the tip of his spiked tail that almost looked like fire from its two sharp curves. Razakel was not like most dragons. He never cared for power and had no interest in the Phoenix-Dragon War. He neither helped nor hindered Draven's rule and preferred to live in isolation. The last time Azuriel talked to him was about fifteen years ago. If anyone should've been the King of Dragons, it was Razakel. He and his mate, a slender black and white dragon named Kunaria disappeared before the Phoenix arrived. To this day, Azuriel didn't know where his brother was located or if he was even in the Monster Realm.

"Razakel, you know what's coming right? Our brother will return soon. Will you sit this one out as usual or will you finally get involved this time?" Azuriel asked as he stared at the sky. "Draven most likely knows about your son hidden in the Human Realm. What will you do?"

Deep in the deserts of the Monster Realm, a doppelganger walked across the dry terrain with a walking stick. Then he suddenly stopped. He felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of dread. Something big was coming. He turned to the direction where that feeling was coming from and saw a purple and black portal appear on the ground several feet away. He dropped his stick in shock once he saw a huge spiky head with black scales and horns rise from the portal. Its huge clawed hands reached out and pulled the rest of its giant body from the portal. It stretched its huge wings and finally opened its eyes to reveal blood red orbs. Its slitted pupils slowly glanced around its surroundings. As soon as it spotted the doppelganger, its mouth opened to reveal its saliva-covered, deep seafish-style teeth and forked tongue in a grin-like manner.

"Well, I did not expect to arrive here instead of the mountain but I'm glad to see that there's a snack here waiting for me." The dragon said and the doppelganger stumbled backwards not only from the comment, but also from how enormous this creature was.

"W-What a-a-are you?" The doppelganger asked and the dragon narrowed its eyes. It reached out and picked up the smaller monster with one of its hands. He shrieked. The doppelganger could sense how powerful this creature was by its aura and he froze.

"Come now, I wasn't serious about the snack thing. And what do you mean 'What am I'? Have you never seen a dragon before?" The dragon asked in a teasing manner.

"N-N-No way!"

"Yessss way." The dragon brought the smaller creature closer. "I know that my kind have decided to hide like disgusting cowards and that is why monsters think we're extinct or have never even existed in the first place. However, I am here now to prove them so very wrong."

"I-Is that s-so?" The doppelganger gulped.

"Well actually, since there's no other food around..you will have to do!" The dragon opened its mouth and the doppelganger screamed until a loud crunching sound echoed and everything was silent. "Now then, it's time to take back what's mine."

Both Azuriel's eyes widened and the red glow in the elder lich's eyes grew brighter.

"Draven is back."

"Lord Draven has returned."

And there's the end of the rologue. Let me know what you guys think and I'll see you later.