Dragon of Wrath

Chapter 7: Kilgharrah, Darkness Descends

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Gelda and I stood out on the porch at the crack of dawn to see Merlin off. "Report in periodically," I told her. "We can't take any risks with the Ten Commandments out of the seal." She nodded, smiling. "Yes, Lord Captain." "Take care, Merlin," Gelda said, nodding to her. "You as well, my friend," Merlin told her. She snapped her fingers and disappeared. We turned around and went inside. "Well, I suppose I need to fix breakfast, since no one else is awake."

Gelda made a choking sound. "Your cooking is like an Iagin Ustijak (Bitter Fruit) covered in Hellhound excrement." I laughed, not letting her opinion bother me. There was a reason why my food tasted like, as she put it, one of the most bitter and disgusting thing to ever be known to life, covered in some of the nastiest crap known to life. (And trust me, Hellhound eat some pretty disgusting crap.) It was because I didn't give a flying crap about what other people thought.

"Aww, come on, Gel," I teased. "My cooking isn't the worst you've ever eaten, is it?" She glared at me, slightly green. "No, it isn't. That honor goes to that idiot you taught." I laughed again, for once not sad for thinking about him. I wouldn't really call him-actually, yes. Because while my food tasted utterly horrible, at least it was somewhat edible.

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"AA-CHOOO!" Estarossa sneezed. "Wow, that was a big one," Gloxinia remarked. "You know, it's said that if you sneeze, someone may be talking about you." Estarossa shook his head, but chose not to answer, watching as Melascula chanted over the traitor's sword. That sword-actually, it wasn't even a sword. It was just a hilt- was the thing that had helped kept them sealed away for over three thousand years. He loathed it.

"Melascula, are you certain this will work?" Zeldris called out from the log he was leaning against. She nodded. "I sensed a presence in this. It seems to be that Dragon that always followed that traitor around." Zeldris blinked, as did Estarossa. "And you're releasing him?!" Estarossa exclaimed. The Dragon's loyalty to Meliodas had been legendary. "Oh, calm yourself, Lord Prince," Melascula said crossly. "I've spoken with him and he wants Meliodas' throat for sealing him inside this thing. And besides, what better to take down a monster than another monster?"

Zeldris nodded decidedly. "Fine." Permission granted, Melascula went back to finish her spell. "Ā, imayaruk on anaw in amustust ater īhsamat, atana on ohsumiek arak urerasōhiak!" (Oh, entrapped soul of darkness, be released from thy prison!) Darkness, so similar to ours, erupted from the hilt. And solidified into a giant black dragon. It was Kilgharrah, the Legendary King of Dragons, the Great Destroyer, the Dragon of Darkness. And he was pissed.

"WHERE IS HE?!!!" He roared, sending the Commandments flying back from the sheer force. "MELIODAS, YOU ASSHOLE!!" "ENOUGH!" Zeldris commanded. One massive purple eye rolled downward to look at the small Demon Prince. "You," Kilgharrah rumbled. "Zeldris, Second Prince of Ge'enna. You're that asshole's-" "Kilgharrah, it's been a while," Zeldris interrupted. Kilgharrah hissed, the sound that usually went before fire was breathed out. Estarossa tensed from where he was sitting, ready to pull his brother out of the way should it be necessary. Zeldris did have a bad habit of ticking off powerful beings. Actually, so did Estarossa, but that was beside the point.

"Where is that good-for-nothing bastard? I'll tear him to shreds." Kilgharrah hissed angrily. "Be my guest," Zeldris said calmly. "Just make sure there's nothing left." The dragon chuckled darkly. "With pleasure." "Merascylla," Zeldris called back, "can you create some Odēhs?" Merascylla wobbled to her feet from where she'd been blown down from Kilgharrah's roar. "I'll need a few minutes."