The Dragon Empire
Chapter 5
It had been two weeks he had discovered the ritual and a week since he had tied his masters to the stone and gaining his freedom. As soon as he got his freedom he had his men gather their weapons and armour, take everything out of Grindenwald's vault and the library and loaded into enchanted trunks and then they got the hell out of there. Currently Drachen was overseeing his soldiers as they set up in the safe house while reading the newspaper and a copy of the brutish daily prophet which he had got when he had popped over to Gringotts London to set and account and do an inheritance test. What he found shocked him to his bones, he was the heir to not one house but several but not minor ones but ancient house and houses long thought extinct, the houses were House Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Le fay and Ambrosias and, surprisingly, Penndragon.
After he got over his shock he laughed for well over twenty minutes, he was the head of some of the most powerful houses in the entirety of magic Britain and his political power didn't even account for financial power, between these houses he owned the majority of magical Britain's economy. The thing that did worry him was that in order to use his political and economical power he would need to announce his return to the ministry but if he didn't wont to he could still claim his head of house rings and the goblins would make sure all his vaults stayed the same and that no sub-families could remove anything from them. When he found that out he took his head of house rings and merged them into his personal ring so that they didn't take up much room and if anyone wanted proof of his heritage he could get the ring to change to the ring he wanted to Show.
Anyway Drachen was looking at daily prophet and smiled at what he read, Germany had surrendered and Grindenwald has been captured by the so called light lord Dumbledore after a one on one duel between the two, Drachen knew things about the old man which most of the world doesn't know for one the old man uses black magic regularly which Grindenwald would use sparingly because he knew they make you lose ones grip on sanity unless you were very powerful in mind magic's or an immortal whose mind is forced to change during the transition from mortal to immortal to protect itself and in doing so makes it impervious to black and white magic corruption and the imperious. Drachen sat there for a good ten minutes smiling before getting up to go to his chambers, as he walked there he passed his men who were either working out, maintain their equipment, practicing with their weapons or reading, which made Drachen raise an eyebrow at since they were reading things ranging from how to build a house, mining, fighting and, surprisingly, muggle sciences and not everyday ones they were reading things on gravity, Physics and other hard materials.
When Drachen got to his chambers he went to a bookshelf and pulled out three old tomes, one that was completely black and gave of the feeling of coldness and death and the other was a dark crimson, with strange letters on it, and it gave of a feeling of rage and evil, the last was a cream coloured tome with golden lines around the edge of it and it gave of a feeling of freedom and light. The three tomes were on Necromancy and Demons and Holy magic respectively, Drachen had discovered these while he was sorting through the tomes they had stolen from Grindenwald during their escape and he had found these three which were said to be lost for thousands of years since the High Elves left Terra during the extermination wars in which the humans tried to exterminate the elves, anyway Drachen knew that these magic's could be useful and began to learn them.
So far he had mastered Holy Magic and could destroy and dark magic creature that was hit with the magic although it wasn't as powerful as someone who believed in a deity of some sort, he had mastered Necromancy so well that he thought that he could control many thousands of skeletal warriors and use them as effectively as a living creature. The Demon summoning and control was where he hit a snag, he could summon alright but he hadn't mastered the spell that required binding the demon to his will, at the moment he was reading over the Demon book when he came across the spell he was looking for.
Drachen's lips turned into a smile as he read the spell incantation, when he finally decided he had read enough he got up and used his gauntlets connection to his Death Guard to send a message to get ready and to meet him at field outside the manor. As he walked out of the main door to the field he was met by his Death Guard who formed up behind him wordlessly and followed him to the middle of the field, when they got there they formed a 5 metre wide circle around Drachen as he began to chant the summoning ritual for the demon. As he was doing this the clouds over head darkened blocking out all the light, the ground around Drachen turned black before a red flame over three metres tall and a metre wide sprang into t air, when the flame died out it revealed a being which would have terrified normal men but didn't draw any reaction from Drachen or his Guards.
The demon was over three metres tall and looked like a fusion of man, goat and a bat. He had black armoured robes covering him all the way down to his goat's legs; he carried two axes that looked wrong somehow as if they were not meant to be that way...corrupted. The demon himself was basically a man with goat's legs, horns and giant black wings that sprouted from his back. When the demon attempted to peak, no doubt to spew nonsense about him going to kill them, Drachen launched the binding spell at him which basically forced a slave bond to form between the demon and Drachen, the demon tried to resists as he collapsed on the ground screaming but his efforts were in vain against the unlimited power of Drachen.
After five minutes Drachen spoke in a loud commanding voice as he looked at the demon that was picking himself up. "Who is your master, demon?" The demon knelt and bowed his head as he spoke. "You milord" As soon as the demon said this Drachen smirked in pleasure of his new servant.
Over the past week Drachen learned everything the demon knew, that he was including Fel-magic long since thought unusable to anyone but a demon, he also learned about the burning legion and the fallen Titan Sarageras. When Drachen asked Leviathan, the demons name, if Sarageras was related to the Titan Gaia the demon merely shrugged before saying he was a low level commander and privy to things such as that. Drachen was disturbed about what he had learned of Azeroth, a world the demons were obsessed with capturing because of its ridiculous amount of ambient magic which makes up the planet, he was also disturbed with how the humans of that world were just bigoted and stupid as the Wizarding world.
Drachen decided this was where he would start his future empire; Azeroth would never be the same again after he was done with it.