A dragon devouring faeries (TOME 15 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Mealtime

The day was full and we returned to our base where we were greeted by Star, the head of the robots and Cabal's right-hand man. T

his gave me time to breathe and all these efforts were taxing my muscles. The dwarf got out of the tank, escorted by Star.

He didn't dare to say a word, lost but he could only admire the power and the insane dimension of my underground base.

He saw an army of robots lined up and greeting me as we descended onto the sloping platform. On top, the tank and the robot truck.

The elevator paused and then the tank and truck exited at one level. The noise of the machines was slightly covered by the moans of the elves in the cages.

Next to my huge heels, the dwarf was no match. Slowly, my scaly skin turned a ruby red.

He immediately lowered his head when my pupil met his gaze, but I didn't say a word.

I had goals.

We arrived in a kind of dining room.

The table was huge and must have been about 30 meters long.

On the seats sat lifeless gnomes and elves lying on their seats. The orange color of the lighting gave a sinister but warm atmosphere that a fireplace could give in a room without light.

Everything was massive, in stone and geometrically perfect in its cubism. The table was as if suspended in levitation as well as the seats. The light could hide the blood, the yellow light erasing the red and transforming it into the same color as the stone.

With a snap of the claws, food arrived from a levitating sphere, pushed by one of the robots who presented it to the dwarf and at the same time freed him from his restraints.

He sat down, terrified, and rubbed his wrists. A robot gave him a towel and a sheet to dry himself.

I was sitting at the other end of the table, just as long as he was in this huge room worthy of a demon lord's palace.

I then raised my wrist and glared at the dwarf who let out a small whimpering cry created by my terror.

"YOUR NAME MUST BE RALDUR, IF I UNDERSTAND CORRECTLY?"

The dwarf was as if in a trance and fell to his knees, pleading with me.

"YES, your majesty!!!your divinity.."

At these words, I smiled.

"From what I see, the elves have declared war on the mountain dwarves... and you were about to be executed.."

The dwarf, still on his knees did not dare to say a word.

Our best wine is served, a wine from beyond time...a Californian cabernet..The dwarf straightened up and sat down.

"Ah... I forgot where my manners are... My name is CARNAGE, Professor Carnage.... and this is my assistant Waspy, future Vespalian queen, a true fairy."

She was in her human form, with her hair in curls, a biker suit and transparent metal glasses, hiding her eyes. She came to join us at the table. And a robot officer came to join the table but did not sit down.

"I'm sorry, but I feed on energy. My name is Star!"

Then, one of the walls lit up, leaving a fat human figure. That of Cabal. It looked like Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, but it was only an impression. It was dark and gloomy, but it was oppressive.

I looked up at Cabal.

"I think our guest was able to see a show of our abilities."

Cabal: "Yes, no ammunition was wasted and the rare metals extracted from the weapons and armor will allow us to finish the launcher."