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“You did WHAT!?” was the roar of the Dragon upon hearing the Demons account. The Demon, who had foolishly entered the camp which he was meant only to watch, flinched and pressed his head to the ground pulling it inward as a turtle seeking escape into a shell he did not have.
“I’m sorry master!! She-She looked so tasty, and…” the eyes of a trickster flashed briefly in the demons face, but quickly gaining it’s composure it continued, “You hate her so. I was… simply trying to rid you of her Master…”
To this lie the Dragon seemed most offended, and bringing his face next to the Demon’s smoke flaring from his inflamed nostrils, “Do you think me a foool?” he said with the his of a serpent, and the growl of a thousand bears as his tongue danced angrily next to the demons ear, the talons of his left arm dancing on his neck.
“Na-no ma-“, the creature made its way to speak, but before his words could be finished the dragon lunged forward angrily pulling his claws into a vicious caress of the whelps neck, rammed its head against the rock wall that bordered the caves entrance knocking several large boulders down the mountains side, and causing a crack to form along where its head was now embedded. The demon tail tore about wildly as it hacked, and gagged in a feeble attempt to draw breath.
“Now”, the dragon exclaimed in a deep and dark rumble as he placed his free hand upon the hilt of the dagger embedded in his struggling victims chest and taking his eyes from the demon peered into the cave to his right with a threatening glare, to this many shadows whose eyes glowed brilliantly in the dark winced, “This”, The dragon commenced to slowly dig the dagger into the demons chest and after several moments of what looked the most agonizing pain he continued, “is what happens to those who do not follow”, suddenly his grip tightened on the dagger and he ran it all the way through the creature, and into the wall his fist sinking deep into the creatures chest, and then quickly withdrawing his hand along with the dagger the dragon with one press of it’s claws cleaved the creatures neck it’s head rolling to the ground. The demon’s body slid writhing to the ground where the dragon took his powerful fore-leg and pounded it through its stomach ceasing its writhing in one final blow, “Exactly, as they are instructed.”, upon these words his Nostrils became angry slits and his wings spread open for flight. “You know what to do! And if you fail, this too will be your fate.” He growled spreading his wings, and causing clouds of dust, rock, and snow to spiral around him as he lifted himself into the air and with one final angry growl disappeared over the mountains edge.
The pitiful beast in whose breast was still embedded a dagger made haste over the hills and to the foot of the mountains slopes. It tore through the underbrush hacking blood until after several days journey it stood high upon the mountaintops where snow now fell, the devil that had enraptured Duade stood before the foolish groveling creature who crawling through the forest had left a trail of thick oily black blood and mucous all the way to the summit of mount Gareth. Duade’s body was now much less a sulking minion of darkness then before. From his head grew ivory yellow Horns, his hair had begun to thicken and take the form of jagged plates along his spine, and from his back huge wings had sprouted. Standing tall the Dragon did not seem at all pleased by his minion’s presence.
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