Woo, finally, got to this part. I've been wanting to write this for a while. now I've finally done it. hehehehe, the ext chapter is going to get really steamy, I have been playing around with the next scene in my head for days, and I think that this will be great. Warning though, the next scene will contain steamy romance and some domination between characters. As for this chapter, Shadow gets to show a more deadly and dangerous side of herself, and looses herself because of Hiccup I am not completely happy with the ending, but it was the best i could do in the time i have... Enjoy. Please review :)

Crack went the whip against tender flesh. Crack it went again, over and over in the gloomy cave. With every blow, the prisoner groaned in pain, yet refused to give in to his tormentor. Blood trickled down his back from the gashes inflicted by the whip, and his breathing was raged from the pain.

"I have to say Hiccup, you have grown quite resilient. I expected you to break after the fifth hour of this, but no. I'm impressed." Smirked Dagur as he circled his prey. Hiccup's hands were bound in front of him, and he was clad in nothing but his leggings, which were slowly absorbing the blood dripping onto the fabric. His bare chest was heaving.

Hiccup looked directly into Dagur's eyes and growled lowly like an animal. Dagur recoiled half a pace at the sheer ferocity in his eyes and the venom in his throaty growl. He rewarded Hiccup with another lash from the whip, this time aimed at his shoulder and chest. Hiccup grit his teeth and refused to make any sound regarding pain or discomfort.

"Now, back to where we were before…" said Dagur. He walked over to a small table placed in the cave, and retrieved the cylindrical device stolen from the Reaper. "I want you to tell me what this is. And while you are at it, why not tell me any and all secrets you have about Berk and your dragons."

Hiccup snarled in anger. "I will not tell you anything." Another crack of the whip.

"Pity, I was hoping I would get something useful out of you before I finally decided to end your life." He then raised the whip again, this time aiming for his face, but a feral roar made him freeze.

The two young men looked towards the entrance of the cave, and gasped. Standing there, Dagur saw a monstrous creature, with the body of a young woman with pale white skin and black war paint over her hands, chest and face, combined with giant black wings roughly twenty feet at their furthest point. Her head was crowned with horns arching back away from her face, made from beautiful white ivory. Her tail flicked back and forth agitatedly as she glared right at him.

Dagur recoiled so much that his back hit the furthest wall of the cave away from her. She was beautiful, yet so monstrous and deadly. A demon.

But in Hiccup's mind, he saw his saviour, presented in a flawless disguise. He struggled to his feet and over to her, then without a word or her urging, he bowed at her feet.

"My lord…" he whispered, loud enough for Dagur to hear.

Unbeknownst to Dagur, Hiccup and Shadow had planned this sort of thing out many months ago. After the incident with the Outcasts two years ago, they had worked out a system, where if she presented herself as literal demon in front of their enemies, Hiccup, as well as the rest of the gang, were to go along with it completely and utterly without prompting from her, and treat her as if she were a divine being.

So now, Hiccup had to follow her every command as if she were a demon straight from Hell itself.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, how dare you escape from my view." She growled.

"Wait just a minute, who the hell are you?" bellowed Dagur. Shadow slowly turned her glowing silver gaze towards him, staring deeply into his soul. "Do not address me like that, mortal. Is this the kind of respect you show to a goddess?" she hissed.

"I am the right hand demon to the goddess Hel herself, commander of her dragon armies. And the demoness to all dragons in this world and the next." She growled.

"I do not like to be defied." She said, turning back to Hiccup's bowed form. But Dagur smelt a rat. How could there be devine intervention, and aimed at Hiccup no less? There was no way this girl was a demon, no way! She had to be a fake, an imposter. She had to be a friend of Hiccup's, why else would she be here?

"You aren't a real demon. You are a fake! There is no way you can be real. I bet you are just a friend of Hiccup's. If you are a demon, prove it!" he screamed.

Shadow stood stock still at his screeches. She had a feeling that he would try to call her out for an imposter. To call her bluff. But she knew just how to deal with this. Would a friend intentionally hurt another friend?

She didn't want to have to do it, but already she knew that there was no other way to convince the deranged man. Besides, if she really was pretending to play the part of a bloodthirsty demon, wouldn't it just as soon punish its followers as reward them?

"You do not get to dictate my movements. I am a god to you! However, don't a god's subordinate followers deserved to be punished when they stray from their masters?" she said softly, almost to herself.

Now, completely ignoring Dagur, Shadow strode over to Hiccup and used the razor sharp blade on her tail to tilt his head up and make him stand. Hiccup stood, blade at his throat, but kept his head cast down in respect to the 'demon' before him. Shadow raised a clawed hand to his chin and tilted his face away, so he was looking directly at Dagur.

Dagur watched, wide eyed as Shadow smirked against Hiccup's neck, bared her fangs, and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Hiccup gasped at the pain, and grit his teeth while he felt her canine fangs sink deeper into his flesh.

The sweet taste of Hiccup's blood was driving Shadow mad with want. It was like hot liquid sugar on her tongue, and she wanted more. Greedily, she took more, and forcibly grabbed Hiccup's other shoulder with her claws so he couldn't escape. Hiccup groaned, either from pleasure or pain she was not sure, but it made her regain her senses.

Reluctantly, she pulled away and retracted her fangs. Hiccup was sporting a few puncture marks on his collarbone, slowly oozing blood. The dragon inside Shadow's mind growled appreciatively at the mark. He was hers now. "Just a reminder for you, so you know that you belong to me."

Grinning evilly, Shadow turned back to Dagur, with blood dripping down her fangs. She stepped over to him with a dark glint in her eyes, and before he could react, her clawed hand shot out and wrapped itself around his neck.

Deliberately, she ran her clawed thumb right across his neck, leaving a red line on his skin. Finally, she leant forward and whispered a few words in his ear, explaining that she had cursed him.

Now that she was done, she dropped the deranged man on the cave floor, and spun around towards the exit, ordering Hiccup to follow. The demon girl and her subordinate strode to the entrance of the cave and then right out into the clearing. They still had to keep up the unspoken act, so Hiccup forced himself to stumble after her, with blood still flowing from the whip marks on his back. Shadow had to force herself not to look back at him, or show any indication that she cared. But it was a struggle, because all she wanted to do was hold him close and take away his pain.

The berserkers surrounded the two, fully armed and ready to attack, but their fear held them back. Shadow smirked and forced herself to transform. Her hips and shoulders reformed to the bones of a quadruped animal, and her face changed into a dog-like muzzle. Black scales grew all over her body as she changed, and finally, the great Black Moon dragon stood before them in all her glory.

Shadow lowered her head and bent her front legs, allowing Hiccup to climb onto her back. Being situated on the saddle part of her back, Hiccup looked like a king astride a great black mount. Even despite his wounds, the two of them looked regal.

With a powerful roar and a running start, Shadow launched herself in the air and into the darkened sky.