Act 1, Chapter 3

The Realm of Convexity…

The four Victiumirti walked through the great inner chamber of The Nexus. Bergan led the group, followed by Amouris, Malefor and Runileon, respectively.

As the group walked down the middle isle from one the edge of the chamber to the other, the Victiumirti watched the many Giant dragons that were lined up on either side of them. They were all female dragons of various elements, and were in the Oviposition. Almost all of the females had just recently produced new eggs. White-shelled eggs. Those that hadn't produced eggs yet were still in the process of producing them as the Victiumirti walked along.

Runileon towered over every other dragon in the chamber. He had an air of rage and hostility about him as he walked forwards. When he passed by the female dragons, they backed away from him in fear.

Amouris was a Purple dragoness with a black underbelly. Her figure was incredibly slim and curvy. Her ruby red mane fell down to her torso. She had dazzling Hazel eyes, which had a wondrous radiance about them. She had six silver horns that lined up neatly on the back corner of her head, which all curled upwards. She wore all sorts of silver and gold jewelry around her neck and ankles, and walked with grace and elegance. The sweet smell of roses wandered from her body. All this and more was why she was named, "The Temptress".

Malefor had an adamant expression on his face as he observed the many giant dragonesses before him.

Richard the Dragonfly flew by Bergan's side as the leading Purple dragon led the group forwards.

Bergan stopped to look at one of the females: a Memory dragoness. Three white eggs were lying on the ground beneath her. Bergan reached down and picked one of them up to observe it close up. He chuckled.

"Splendid, isn't it?" He asked the other Victiumirti, turning to face them and showing them the egg. "Soon, our forces will have been DOUBLED in number! Possibly TRIPLIFIED!"

"Soon, but not now." Runileon said coldly. Bergan cocked an eyebrow.

"Is something the matter?" The Purple dragon asked.

"The production of this army is taking entirely too long." Runileon sneered. "Can you not make this go faster in any way?"

"This isn't a simple process, you know." Amouris responded. "This sort of thing takes time. First, we need to wait one month for the eggs to gestate, and then a second month for the eggs to hatch. And then, we need to wait a third month for the hatchlings to develop enough to reach a point when they'll be able to survive being transformed by the power of Convexity."

"Correct." Bergan said, grinning. "And after that, the hatchlings are slowly transformed bit by bit over the course of three more months, during which they receive the proper combat training exercises to be effective on the battlefield. And during that time, we need to wait for the females here to recover from their egg-laying for the first two of those months. Once that's done, they mate yet again, and produce new White eggs, just in time for the previous batch of White dragons to head into the dragon realms."

"Why are we even bothering with this overly-complex process?" Malefor asked with chagrin. "Why not just rely on Grublins, or those black beasts you refer to as Crepsculi?"

"Crepsculi? PATHETIC!" Runileon bellowed. "And don't get me started on this 'Grublin' nonsense you speak of!" Malefor growled.

"The Grublins served their purpose well enough." He sneered. "They were far more competent and loyal than the Apes ever were."

"That's another thing I must comment on!" Runileon snapped. "Apes? You stooped so low as to rely on a race of useless mammals? It's no wonder you were defeated so easily!" The Purple dragon snarled.

"As if you have any high ground to speak on!" Malefor exclaimed. "You were slain by your own two children and their allies, while I was only sealed away by ancient spirits in the Crystal core of the world."

"Ah, BUT," Runileon responded, "I was attacked by five young dragons, three of which were BLACK dragons, while you were attacked by two. I managed to deal heavy damage to all of them, and even killed two of the Black ones, while you couldn't even lay a scratch on the ones that attacked you. And even when I was slain, I managed to lay a terrible Curse on my two children, which eventually became manifest, while you couldn't do a thing to the two whelps that defeated you." Malefor rolled his eyes.

"A fine good job you did with that curse!" Malefor shouted sarcastically. "That White-hided demon you had a hand in creating has gone on to become a thorn in ALL of our sides!"

"Are you referring to the demon that YOU had a hand in creating as well?" Runileon snapped. "If what I recall is correct, it was your manipulation of my Great Grandson that led to the awakening of his evil other self in the first place! You are as much to blame as I am!"

Malefor snarled in rage, gripping his talons.

"Are you attempting to provoke me?" He asked through gritted teeth. Runileon got into a fighting pose.

"I'm certainly not calling you friend!" The White dragon snarled.

Before the two Victiumirti could attack each other, Bergan suddenly appeared between them, a glare on his face.

"Stop this foolishness, both of you!" He bellowed. Malefor and Runileon glared at the younger Purple dragon.

"None of us are enemies here! Save your rage for Urobos, Spyro, Cynder and Rune! THEY are the ones you should be attacking, not each other!"

The two enraged dragons slowly calmed down, but they were clearly still enraged with each other. Bergan sighed.

"We have other matters to attend to." the Golden-maned dragon said. He turned to his dragonfly companion. "Bergan, has Desysto made contact since he left to conquer the Valley of Avalar?"

"Not yet, sir," Richard answered, "But it can be assumed that he was completely successful, what with the size of the army he brought along with him."

"You just might be right about that." Bergan replied. He placed the White egg he was holding back underneath the dragoness he took it from. He then turned to face Malefor and Runileon. "Do the both of you recall what your assignments are?"

"Why should we do what you say?" Runileon demanded. "Why should any of us do what you command?"

Amouris snarled, and stepped up to Runileon.

"Do you have an ounce of gratitude anywhere in your body?" She demanded, pointing a talon at Bergan. "This man brought all of us back from the dead, when he could have left us to suffer for our past failures! He's given us incredible power and recourses far greater than any of us could have ever dreamed of! The others are making the best of their predicaments, so why not YOU?" Runileon cocked an eyebrow.

"That's quite a lot of praise you're giving him." The White dragon sneered. "I wonder what could have you saying such wonderful things about him…"

"SILENCE!" Amouris snapped. Bergan chuckled.

"Nevermind him, Amouris." He said. "Let him do as he pleases."

Bergan turned around faced the other direction.

"Well, my friends, I have other matters to attend to at the moment. I need to see how things are going at our secondary base of operations." The Golden-maned dragon flashed a glance at Amouris. "Care to join me, dear?"

The Purple dragoness looked at Bergan, grinning. "Of course."

The Golden-maned dragon turned to the dragonfly. "Richard, go gather the number of minions needed to collect these eggs and send them to the incubation chamber."

"Yes, sir."

As Richard flew away, Bergan and Amouris walked towards the exit of the far end of the room. Malefor and Runileon glared at the two as he left. Runileon was only mildly irritated by Bergan, as he was by most other dragons, but Malefor had true animosity for the Golden-Maned dragon.

In the past six months, Bergan had gained the trust and respect of several of the Victiumirti. Malefor, however, held this man in great contempt. He didn't trust Bergan at all. Sure, Bergan was the one who freed Malefor from his imprisonment and helped him take over the body of that louse Bane, but there was something about the Golden-maned dragon that he utterly despised. Perhaps it was his mannerisms. Or maybe, it was his Power.

Bergan seemed to be able to do things that Malefor, even in all his might, could only fantasize about. Malefor had once suspended an ancient Dragon Temple over a Volcano, but Bergan managed to take possession of both a mighty fortress AND a giant Palace, and teleported them both to the Realm of Convexity by mere will alone. Malefor had corrupted the black dragoness Cynder for a time, while Bergan corrupted HUNDREDS of dragons. And while Malefor had been banished, Bergan had managed to elude exile, stealing away his Father's Monarchy.

Malefor swore, as soon as he got the chance, he would KILL Bergan.

The Purple dragon glanced with contempt at the White giant.

"I am leaving for the Mountains of Kilon on the Morrow." Malefor said. "What about you?"

"I shall play Bergan's game, for now." Runileon responded. "I shall leave for the Pyrus Volcanoes."

The two Victiumirti turned and headed for the exit on the other side of the room.

"Damn that Bergan." Runileon sneered. "If we didn't need him to bring about the end of that pathetic world, I'd smite him where he stood."

"Not if I did so first…" Malefor replied.

As the two stepped out of the room, Malefor turned back to look at the many females lined up on the floor. He growled.

Ridiculous….

He then turned and walked away.

…

Mount Erebus.

It was the middle of the night. For the past six months, the Glenhaven Palace has hovered high above the remains of the mountain, engulfed by the everlasting Geyser of Green light from the Pit of the Fallen. A massive swarm of giant dragons and Crepsculi Patrolled the Palace and Mountain, preventing any intruders from getting inside.

The Palace was controlled by the dragoness Adpetis.

Adpetis had a Snow White hide and a golden underbelly. Her build wasn't as slim as Amouris's, but she was just as curvy. She had sky blue eyes, and eight Golden horns: Four larger ones which curved upwards on the upper back corner of her head, and four smaller ones that grew backwards behind her lower jaw. Her black mane fell neatly down her neck.

The White dragoness was inside the Palace's main chamber, sitting before the green pool in the center of the room. She was bored.

When the Victiumirti were dividing up control over their recourses, Lucrun took over Faeshrine and the FTC, Desysto received command of half of the first White dragon Army produced, Malefor and Runileon each received control of the Crepsculi, Amouris took charge of The Nexus's forces, and Adpetis took control of the Palace's forces.

At first, Adpetis enjoyed her power. However, over time, it became apparent to her that she was just sitting on her rear side doing nothing for most of the time. Sure, on occasion, a band of dragons who opposed the Victiumirti would arrive in an attempt to liberate Mount Erebus from their possession. However, even then, the dirty work was handled by the many dragons she had under her control.

Adpetis groaned in annoyance.

"When Bergan arrives next," she decided, "The two of us are going to have a long talk…"

"About what?" Someone asked, making the White dragoness jump in surprise.

In a moment, Bergan and Amouris appeared in a cloud of Purple smoke on the other side of the Green Pool. Adpetis stood up as the approached her.

"Greetings, Bergan." The White dragoness said.

"How are things going here?" The Purple dragon asked.

"They are the same as they have been for the past half year." Bergan grinned.

"Good. Very Good." The Purple dragon walked around the green pool and faced the White dragoness. "Now then, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Er, nothing." Adpetis responded. "Nothing at all."

Amouris smirked.

"Doesn't sound like nothing to me." She replied. Adpetis glared.

"Shut it, you!"

"Now, now, there's no need for that." Bergan said, shaking his head. "If there's something bothering you, my dear, feel free to speak on it."

Adpetis looked at the Purple dragon for a moment. When she saw he was being serious, she began.

"Well, I'm growing tired of staying locked up in this place doing next to nothing. Would it be too much to ask for me to put my talents to use?"

"What do you wish to do, Adpetis?" Bergan asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What I desire is to go out and conquer parts of the land, as the others are doing."

"Are there any lands in particular that catch your interest, my dear?" Adpetis's eyes beamed.

"You'd let me leave the Palace to do as I please?"

"Why not?' Bergan asked. "You have been cooped up in this dreadfully boring building for quite a while. So, I'll allow you to take the remaining half of our White-hided forces and go conquer any settlement of your choice. In the meantime, I'll tend to matter her in your stead." Adpetis smiled.

"Thank you, Bergan." The Purple dragon smiled.

"Your welcome." He replied.

Bergan reached up with a forepaw and scratched Adpetis's chin.

"Before that, however, what do you say to you and I spending a little quality time together?" Adpetis cocked an eyebrow, grinning.

"Why, Mr. Bergan!" She replied. "You're awfully forwards." Bergan brought his paw away from her.

"My apologies." He said. "I didn't mean to offend you, my dear."

"Oh, you haven't offended me at all, Bergan!" Adpetis responded. She reached over and placed a paw on Bergan's face, smirking. "I'd me more than happy."

Amouris scoffed in chagrin, which got the others' attention.

"What's wrong, Amouris?" Adpetis asked.

"Nothing." The Female Purple answered, turning to leave the room. "I'll give you two some privacy."

"You know, you're more than welcome to join in." Bergan responded.

Amouris turned to face the Purple male, perplexed.

"You would have me included?" She asked.

"Of course." Bergan answered, smiling. Adpetis frowned.

"I'm not completely sure about that, Bergan." She said. "I've never been in a threesome before." Bergan chuckled.

"Well, don't worry, my dear." He replied. "You'll enjoy it."

"If you say so, Bergan…"

Adpetis lied down on her back. Bergan had Amouris lied down on top of her. Bergan then gleamed as he scooted the Purple female forwards a little, so that he may lay down on top of both her and Adpetis.

"How are you going to pleasure us both at once?" Amouris asked.

Bergan reached down and grabbed the end of his tail as he grabbed hold of Amouris's and lifted it upwards.

"What are you…?" She asked, confused.

"Allow me to demonstrate." He answered.

…

Aaaaaaand COCK-TEASE! Sorry, folks, even I'VE got SOME standards.

Also, I'd like to apologize for the incredible boring chapters so far. Don't worry: once the exposition's finally finished, everything will get far more entertaining.