An Apocalyptic Invasion

dragon feast and birth

For such big creatures, the dragons and Catwings were really good at singing.

Dlhithirk surprised me the most. He has a really deep voice, but his singing was as melodious as a songbird's.

They continued singing until Scryion raised one wing.

"It is time for the sacrifice that we must give to the higher ones. Phyline, bring the spit."

As Phyline went to get the item, whispers of excitement started bouncing between the dragons, with the Catwings shifting their paws.

He brought back a huge, black stick about six feet wide and twenty feet long.

"Thank you, Phyline. Now bring out the human."

Once they got a trembling young woman, they tied her to the spit and placed it over the fire.

Then, it began.

The dragons started drumming with their wings as Scryion sauntered into the middle again.

"Tonight is a very special night for us all. Not only do we have a monarch with us today, but it is also time for the sacrificial prey to satisfy the ancient ones."

With that said, the dragons drummed again, with the Catwings occasionally jumping up and down, shooting fire in a pattern.

A dragon who looked like he was approaching ten thousand slithered up to the woman and gutted her. "Now, O mighty ones, let the blood of this young woman satisfy your hunger. Let the mighty king of the Khrillin approve of our ways."

There was really no need to say that, since Carlos was being hoisted on a throne, drinking cups of wine in less than a minute.

Eventually, after all the blood dried, the dragons removed the spit and carried it away.

We then moved to a really large table, around one hundred feet in length and almost forty feet tall. If I wasn't that size, it would've been impossible to sit and eat.

There were foods of all kinds: freshly cooked salmon and cod, poached eggs, squid, whales; any food that you could think of was served on a silver platter.

Scryion stood up and announced, "The king would like to make a toast."

CJ, very clearly drunk, hoisted himself up using the armrests and raised his glass. "To the health and hospitality from all of you, and to many more great feasts to come."

He let out a loud belch, and the dragons roared with laughter. They gleefully raised their glass and clinked it against his.

For the rest of the night, he sat slumped in his chair. His crown covered part of his face, and he wore a droopy smile.

The dragons were beginning to clean up.

After they did, they surprisingly started to play jazz.

Carlos was in his element: jazz in the background while sitting slumped in his chair and obliterated on alcohol.

As you can imagine, the Catwings helped bring him home that night.

The next morning, he appeared in the doorway of the dining room.

"I am so hungover."

"No shit. You drank so much last night."

He shielded his eyes from the light. "God, it's bright in here."

After Jeremy dimmed the lights, he sat down and rubbed his forehead.

"What time is it?"

Jeremy looked at the clock. "Uh... almost 12."