The Inferno Slayer: Book Two- Charm

EIGHTEEN: Doom

Flynn silently picked up a crooked bone from the floor and held it up. He knelt in front of the dragon, who had a smile of completely pure evil on his face, searing Sam's soul with his fiery eyes.

"You didn't think it would be so easy?" jeered the dragon, his red and black scales glimmering.

Yellow fangs, and bloodshot eyes, Doombite stood, at his full height (he was still hunched over from being chained to the walls and floor), at about half the height of a Skyscraper. Nostrils flaring with smoke, Sam couldn't see the blue jet of flame at the back of the dragon's throat, at a neutral amount.

Well, for a thousand foot dragon, a neutral amount was the same as the force of a tornado in Origin's tornado season.

In other words, nine hundred miles per hour.

"Why?" Asked Sam, hoping to stall long enough for Irys to retrieve the Charm. "Why all this? I mean, what do you gain from destroying the world?"

"Have you ever realized that your seasons are completely unnatural?" said the dragon. Sam frowned, making a mental note that the dragon never gave him a straight answer.

"I guess. Why?" continued John. Sam knew his brother had recognized the plan as well.

"Nature was never meant to be controlled. But if nature is irrational, then they are definitely open to one's mastery. Flynn controls the seasons, so therefore he should be able to rule that place, should he not?"

They gave no response.

"Power is power. A source of power is either drawn upon, or not. If it takes the world's destruction to control the power, then I shall do it," rumbled the dragon.

Sam frowned.

"But then you would not have anything to rule."

"I do not want to rule," scoffed Doombite. "I want to see the people of Infinity suffer. They have cheated me, especially the empress, and they deserve their punishment. As for Skrimonn, they will soon know the power of doom, and they will recognize me as their master whenever they perish. Skrimonn has never had bad problems. Only Karabineros would have been a real threat, but, in the end, two boys and a girl defeated him."

"And a few armies," muttered Sam under his breath.

"Whenever they bow down, after they realize they are losing the fight, I will care for them and treat them as my subjects."

"A set up threat and a false rescue," said John, and Doombite nodded, his flames flickering.

"What about Flynn?" said Sam, hoping to raise some doubts.

Doombite turned to look at his servant, kneeling in front.

"Rise, my son. Flynn will be offered a plush home and a place in my top advisers and trustees. He will be placed as Duke of Riptide."

At that, Flynn raised his head, a small scowl on his face.

"You said I would rule opposite you on twin thrones," he said quietly, gentleness but immediate warning in his tone.

"Did I? But who gave you immortality, my pet? Who gave you the chance to serve me, never dying?"

"You did, sire," Flynn said, bowing his head again, but Sam realized the change between them.

"Sam! Catch!" Irys' voice rang out in the darkness, and the Charm sailed over Doombite, and Sam dove for it...

And it landed happily in Flynn's hands.

Sam felt a boot hit his head, and he realized Flynn had him pinned to the floor. He tossed the staff away from Flynn, and John scooped it up.