Army of the Damned

VOLUME 7 Chapter 4

Bahamut walks to a large Warehouse inside the Vampire Kingdoms capital. There, a Mother Wyvern with babies has been rescued and near the Port was Dragon Stable, being made right at the moment with hired Vampire Construction workers to hasten the speed.

"How are you Garrana? The Knights didn't treat you badly? I saw them parade you through town."

"My Goddess. Thank you for being here, your mere presence blesses me and my children. I am feeling very well. If it weren't for you, I would've resorted to sieging the Elves or Wolfkin."

"Hm. That is good to hear. Grow and continue living, it is for the sake of Dragons, and of our kin itself. What happened to your Mate? This isn't how it's supposed to be. The Countess told me you put up a fight, but wasn't able to kill one vampire."

"I apologize, but I've not been able to train myself in the art of dragon fighting as I've been taking care of the little ones."

"Is it normal for all Dragons to speak Dragonian? I thought your type would be speaking the Common of this place which is Dakian."

"Of course, we hold great pride in our heritage. I'm sure my Mate would've had a smile on his face if he found out I am now under a good roof and our children are being fed."

Behind the Bahamut was eight baby Wyverns. Brutally mauling a cow apart while some would burn their food lightly before fully gobbling it up. The ones with developed sharp teeth were devastating on the meat, completely decimating it with one or two bites.

"Indeed, where is your Mate? Though I'm a foreign Dragon God, I'm well aware that a Mother Wyvern should have a Father Wyvern around."

"He has long since perished... he is a good fighter, a rare volcanic wyvern out of his element as most of the volcanoes around have been used by the vampires and traders to get concrete. He fell when a mighty Rogue, a tall Werewolf wearing shiny black knight armor traded blows with him for hours. I couldn't do anything for I was tending to our young."

"Unfortunate, but honor his life well. Normal wyverns and dragons don't live long, it is best that we remind ourselves of the power and divinity we hold are miracles and must be respected."

"Thank you Goddess. I'm surprised you haven't found a Mate yet."

The aquatic blue Great Wyvern's head towers over Bahamut, as it slowly lays itself down on a bunch of hay.

"Find me a Patriarch Dragon God and we have a deal."

"Why not a vampire or a human, Goddess? Humans most of all are considered kindred spirits of the Dragons."

"Is that how it works here? Oh please, in Tur. We would never allow such inferior creatures to mate with us. It's not like there's compatibility anyways, birthing with a human mate alone can cause a lot of complexities between the culture and morals."

Garrana edges her nose right above Bahamut and sniffs her.

"One."

"OY! DON'T GO SMELLING ME!"

The Great Wyvern sniffs even more and its eyes widen.

"Goddess, you smell more human than Dragon. How long have you been close to this human?"

"F-Five years. BUT THAT'S ALL I'M GOING TO SAY! SHUSH!"

Garrana laughs at the girly reaction of Bahamut as she plays with her veil. Hiding her blush inside it. While the two connect, one of the baby wyverns drools looking at her shiny dark crown. It flies to it and bites the top of her skull, casually munching her head.

"Oh my! I apologize Goddess! Xartr! Get off our Goddess' head! You should know better, being a red wyvern of all things! Goodness me!"

The baby Wyvern just keeps crunching at her skull, ignoring its mother. Bahamut just looks emptily as the little one eats her head, not having developed teeth, the baby wyvern is unable to do damage to the Crown and its mouth would slip at her silky black hair.