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Chapter 4
Of Dingbats and Dragons
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" 'The time has come,' the walrus said,
'To talk of many things..."
- Lewis Carroll, 'Alice in Wonderland'
Milgazia and Milcorius resumed human shape to stand before the trickster priests copy. Milgazia stood at six foot four and his blonde hair reached his priestly robes. His son wore a white and gold outfit also, but it was an apprentice robe. He had green eyes and blonde hair also which reached his shoulders and stood at five foot nine.
Milgazia looked at copy Xellos disdainfully, "It may be your master is either foolish or suicidal enough to attempt the utter destruction of one of its greatest members of the Mazoku race. However, I do not feel like gambling with the lives of my clan and family. What is to keep us from telling the Mazoku of your presence and just retiring from at best, a pyhrric victory?"
"Because you have so much to gain." copy Xellos replied. "To have the Water Dragon King back, with all his power, would mean a significant shift in the balance of power between the monsters and the Gods. That no one would dare attack you."
"No one save one." Milgazia retorted.
"Ahh but he's going to be too dead to care..." Copy shrugged and smiled sweetly.
"I like dead Mazoku with barbeque sauce. Lets fry his a--" Milcorius' speech was cut off.
SMACK!!!
Milgazia's hand 'lovingly' smited his son's cranium to shut him up. And having gained great wisdom from this, Milcorius decided to shut up.
Copy Xellos sweat dropped, "Milgazia-san, is this hatchling of yours half Mazoku?"
"At this point I'm ready to believe it..." he sighed disgustedly.
To smooth the waters, Xellos continued on as if nothing had happened, "And besides your grace, I don't believe you have regular diplomatic channels to the Mazoku race. You could send a messenger, and perhaps the Mazoku would honor the white flag of truce... or perhaps not... if your messengers were in fact to survive long enough to deliver their message before being captured and destroyed, you certainly wouldn't hear about it. You really don't want any dragon of yours to suffer days of torment just because of us would you? Is Xellos really worth a death of one of your own people?" he smiled insolently. "And if you think about it, in doing that, you only would bring unwanted attention to your... peaceful little valley..."
"But what is your master getting out of this?!" Milcorius demanded.
Milgazia actually allowed himself to smirk slightly as the ironic thought ran through his head, 'The little sniper actually has some brains... will wonders never cease?' But his son had brought to mind a good point, he thought to himself. Humans always have their price. Some hunted the dragons for treasure, fames, magic, and even knowledge. What would his masters price be for such a ... unique demand? Milgazia's gaze hardly wavered from the copy priest as he thought out all the unanswered questions.
"My master needs your help to set up the apparatus necessary to perform the ceremony. His reward will be, the eternal fame, from having been part of such an amazing feat of sorcery. After all isn't that the only way for a human to gain true immortality?"
It was then a suspicion occurred to Milgazia; it was a funny thing that he should mention immortality....
