He slept now, and through the false love of the creators, he knew. Somehow, he knew he would awake soon.

The humans had created Dagon from the hair of an ancient being; in kemejian lore, this being had been the first mortal to come to be. It was no legend. They found him in an underground temple, encased in what appeared to be solid ice; a fozen tomb. Try as the humans did, they were completely unable to thaw the ancient kemejian, nor could they break the magic seal placed upon the ice. But luck was with the greedy beings, as one part of the ancient kemejian was not frozen: a single hair. The humans took the silver strand of DNA and did something forbidden by their own kind: the cloning of a sentient being. Through blasphemous methods, the humans with their greed and impulsive nature found themselves successful in the cloning.If what the legends said were true, then it would mean this being was a half-god and possessed vast psionic and physical power far beyond what the average human could even dare to dream of. It was this legend that drove the humans to seek him out; it was their plan to create an army of unstoppable super-beings. They failed…only one would be created.

Dagon opened his amber orbs for the first time in his life, revealing a world of machine and water. Water…he was surrounded by water. He reached out cautiously, toutching the warm glass that made his artificial womb of birth. His head hurt. "What is this place…?" he would ask himself. But he knew who he was. It was then that he saw them. The creatures who had just entered the room seemed to be very similar to his own race. The only difference was the skin pigmentation and their ears, which were abnormally short. They spoke to one another, and gestured towards him exitedly. Why was he so important?He knew these creatures somehow…he had seen them in his dreams. Then his headache worsene; It began as a gentle throb under his high forehead; and it grew louder. Dagon put a hand to his head in pain. It was getting worse. The throb became a hammer that beat on the inside of his skull, crushing his brain. He screamed and thrashed about in pain. It burned. The burning did not stop, and as the relentless pain worsened, the glass around him suddenly cracked. The humans stopped their gawking and stared with a cross between fascination and concern. The pain seemed to lessen when the glass cracked; like pressure being released. He let it all out, and the glass around him exploded outward, the shards were sent flying straight into his creators fragile bodies, puncturing their organs and making them bleed into the fluids now spilling out onto the cold metal floor. He heard their cries of pain, some screamed, and some could only manage a pathetic gurgle as a shard lodged itself in their throat. Dagon stood on a pair of legs. Legs that had never before been used, yet were strong. Everything was so amazing and new to him; the feel of the cool air on his naked flesh, the smell of blood, and the sound he heard…the beating heart of the galaxy…of the universe.The other sound was a blaring alarm. More of them were coming…he could hear their thoughts and heartbeats. His mind carried an image to him, and he saw that these particular creatures carried large metal objects with them; guns. Somehow, he knew that if they found him here, they would try to hurt him. They broke the door down, humans covered from head to toe in kevlar armor. Did they wear armor because they feared him? They spoke to him in a language he understood, but not in the corporeal sense. It was emotion. The human was telling him what to do, and Dagon did not like that. He advanced on them angrily, the sheer force of his emotions made the shards of glass on the floor rattle loudly. They had the intention of hurting him; he could hear it in their foul minds.But he had a better idea in mind. He would hurt "them". They attacked with their hurtful guns. To the horror of the humans, each bullet stopped two inches before it hit; suspended in time and space. Dagon was not sure what had happened, but somehow, he knew it would. The bullets dropped harmlessly to the ground, and the humans unloaded their second clips in vain. This time, he would hurt them badly. Suddenly, one of the masked men's belly burst, spilling it's blood soaked contents onto the floor. He screamed, trying in vain to put his entrails back into place. Dagon could hear his emotions; sheer horror. The others rushed to help him, but the clone never let them get that far. One human was torn off the ground by invisible claws, and hurled into the opposite wall with such force that his body collapsed in upon itself. He was crushed completely, and his splitnered, broken body fell limply to the floor with a sickening sound. No…they must suffer more. He wrenched their throats with his mind, invisioned choking them with hands of shadow. They fell to their knees, gasping for a breath they would never get, clawing at their throats. He knew they would die. As he strangled them, he felt their thought pattens falter and fade…then dissapear into a dream, much like his own. With one quick blink of his mind, he snapped their necks. They fell to the floor, their heads twisted at an grotesque angle. He ran, naked and covered blood through the halls, searching for an exit. They tried to halt his progress with force, traps, and even begging. He crashed through them all, ripping the walls and celing apart in an unstoppable mental onslaught. In this display of chaotic power, the few that were left alive escaped, and knew what they had recreated. It was chaos incarnate.

Dagon stood atop the broken laboratory, gazing up at the sky as thick sheets of rain fell down upon him and washed the blood from his azure skin. The lightning storm reflected the chaotic fury that burned within his half-god body. He was not sure where he was, or why he was here, but he knew one thing for sure: He was free.

Dagon snapped out of his medetative state, feeling the memories flood back out his mind.

" It would seem…" Dagon said in a low voice. "…that I still cannot forget."

This particular chapter has nothing to do with Starfox (which I still don't own) but it should shed some light on the mysterious Dagon.

Note: Dagon' Mordus is a character I conjured up several years ago for a novel I still plan to write, and am working on right now. This story does not revolve around him, but he plays a "major" role in this fanfic. His story is much more deep and dramatic than this, but this story is about Starfox. Next chapter will be in real time, not a memory. Yea, I'm continuing on with the story! (don't yell at me…)