He was Nyxfire, born from the embers of the world with a sacred mission from his mother the one to rule over mana in the world. He was meant to come into the world in the prelude to his mother's glorious descent upon the world.
He was meant to help Mother's successor in his or her glory mission!
Mother's successor was meant to summon him into the human world using his/her bountiful mana, and such was the only means for his glorious form to come into the world.
Oooh his form was glorious.
He still remembers the first time he was conscious of his own body when Mother gave his mind focus and molded his intelligence.
One of his most precious memories was when he became aware of his form in the middle of mother's domain. A jungle full of crystal spires that would raise to the sky releasing the most pure mana one could imagine.
The floor was covered in a dense shadowy mist and he standing tall and proud in the middle of a parade full of shadowy creatures and soldiers.
He would see his own reflection in his mother's purple eyes.
A majestic dragon that was almost four times as tall as all the creatures around, with horns that spoke of nightmarish malevolence. A sinewy and serpentine body that glimmered with an eerie and ethereal dark purple light.
He would look down at his own front arms and find obsidian black scales that formed patterns around his body. And a look to his back would find a pair of leathery wings that extended almost four times his size, a mere flex on his back muscles would send strong winds that almost threw away the other demonic shadowy beings around them. Of course, mother would be immutable...She was his progenitor after all.
My favorite part of that memory was the eyes...My own eyes reflected in mother's eye that is.
A pair of blazing crimson eyes that made a stark contrast against my shadowy body. And how every time I looked into another shadowy being in this realm they all submitted to me.
They all submitted, trembling and shivering for the eyes of the glorious Twilight Dragon of The End was judging them... And often they were found wanting.
Of course, some did match my own gaze, other creatures born directly from mother like myself, but most of them were peers with their own missions so I never saw them that much.
And since I couldn't use beings that shivered in my presence Mother granted me a gift. From my own shadows, I could spawn lesser copies of myself!
Not dragons but wyrms, but even so they were quite useful to have around, so my domain was soon enough full of shadowy wyrms. Together with my own connection to this shadowy realm, we would wait for the call of Mother's successor.
She had already started her plan, she had spoken at large about how she had gifted the world of mana and seeded the first of many to rise in power. How by the use of their [Gift] they would propagate [Mana] to the world, infecting and making the world more susceptible to their coming.
About how her successor in the world, the keystone to her glorious plan would be born from one of those humans. About how she had gifted him a special [Skill] to allow him to survive the heavy mana infusion he would receive.
About how his skill's true purpose would be to nurture the [Seed] that would be used to create the perfect [Host], the one that would call him into the world of the humans where he would begin [The end of an era].
And honoring his title...He would also kickstart the new [Dawn of mankind]...
He cherished all of those moments...Till that happened.
