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Summary: My take on how the Red Dragon came to be found by Caim in the court of the castle. A spoiler for the revelation on the dragon's name, and at the end. As this story can fit the ending for most of the endings ... maybe not the first, but almost anything after that. Possibly.
God damn humans.
God damn dirty, foul, stupid humans.
I shouldn't just be cursing their existence. But I find myself doing strangely just that. They are the only creatures that go out, with the intent to destroy their own kind. But, I am lying to myself. My own kind shouldn't be doing this.
They are under controll of a damn dirty human.
But they aren't. No Dragon can be. We are to old, to ancient. Too powerfull. But there is the black one. He has been hounding me for I don't know how long. He is evil, tainted. Dripping with raw malice and greed. No dragon should be that plain. Not like that.
I swerve, screaming my hatred and anguish at his choice in the world. I was older than he, but he had already fallen to the darker side of the Dragon's growth. I was the oldest of them all. I had seen species come and go, I had changed over time. But now it seemed like lack of chosing a side was going to be my downfall. As a judge for the gods I had to be netrual. Now that netruality was going to get me killed.
Screaming and spitting flame, I tumble through the air. Trying to escape. But I'm being herded, over a battle field filled with armor covered humans. And I feel the power. Were the fools really going after the seal? What would they gain with the chaos it would bring? What were these human's trying to wrought?
Pulled from my thoughts as pain flooded my body from a blast of fire, I fall through the air. Singed wings and tail flail like useless sails as arrows leap up from archer's bows and strike me through. Furthering the damage. Snarling and screaming I hit the ground hard, and the black dragon is gone. Human's appear. Heavily armored. I try to shoot my fire at them, but it fails to come. I am too weak. I have never been this weak.
Cold iron chains are thrown over my body, while wings are grabbed roughly and pulled tought before impaled by spears and lances. A mage appeares, and starts to gather my blood, muttering something I can't even understand in latin. Languages had been my strong point, but this garbled chanting was almost inconsivable for me. And why was he writing symbols on the ground with my blood?
Then shouting. They were gone. Finally, good ridance.
Lowering my head, I let it thump to the cold stone. Closing my eyes, I listen half heartedly to the death cries of humans. After a few minutes, it goes silent. Then footsteps approach. And as I open my eyes and draw back, hissing in rage at a human trying to be 'brave' and slay me while I am attacked, I, Angelus, the judge of the gods, is given a choice by a mere human.
Not knowing that when I look back, it might have been easier to just have let him slay me. Atleast my death would haven't been as agonizing as it is-
They say when you are just about to die, you're life flashes before your very eyes. In a moment, a heartbeat even.
And then you're dead.