Dragon of the Flames

Chapter 7

"About time." a monstrous growl resonated from above, passing a horrible chill down Elder Fae's spine. His silvery coat was invisible in the still darkness of his surroundings. A particularly disturbing slithering sound made his blood run cold.

"We've been waiting. Do thou know how long we haveth been waiting? Thousands of centuries for thee reptile to unbind 'tis holy jaws. Even more to restore me' strength to escape thee putrid depths of hell itself."

Elder Fae looked around nervously, trying to spot movement overhead. Two pairs of bloodshot eyes stared back, the rest of terrifying monster hidden in the gloom. The dragon jerked back. His breathing quickened. The meeting was not going as he had originally planned, everything was going wrong. Oh so very wrong.

"WE'LL RIP THY SPINE FOR THY INSOLENCE!" the monster roared, lashing out towards the dragon. Fae's whimper was lost in the echo of the horrible creature's threats.

"Lord Tarus, King Tarus, Emperor Tarus, Powerful Tarus," soothed the dragon, hoping his words would calm down the demon's unholy rage.

"Mercy on thee old, useless, dragon that I'am. I haveth arrived with wonderful news. Rejoicing news."

The demon that was named Tarus stayed silent at the dragon's terrified words. He wasn't just about to be calmed so easily, but his crazy anger diminished to a seething, unstable boil.

"Tell Us thee news. TELL US!" with that the demon snapped it's horrible jaws loudly, reminding the dragon that it could swoop down and bite of his head with a whoosh, a slam and a snap.

"Thy son is doing wonderful. An amazing prodigy. He shall soon uncover mor' than he could ever imagine. Thou should be proud of him." Elder Fae praised woefully, as if each word was a torment to unleash.

"How dare thou call him me' son? He is a disgrace! Misguided, insult to me' beautiful bloodline! Thee error of me' flawless plans!" Tarus screeched, cackled and hissed out his words, as if battling an invisible threat inside him.

Fae was left horribly powerless, empty, in front of a murderous terror that held no compassion, not even towards his only son. This was the being that Tarus had been shaped in, after thousands of centuries locked underground, left with only a burning revenge that was consuming his now unbounded rage.

"Servant Fae, oh thou pitiful slave. Thou dream of a brighter futur' along me' side, do thou not? Thy nothing but a cowardly excuse for dragonkind." Fae backed up, cornered by the horrible, black walls of the ruins.

No moonlight to guide a desperate escape, no other dragon to help now, and the pit of realization twisted his insides as he realized he had originally signed up willingly for this deal. A deal with the most terrible demon in existance. A deal that he would regret for the end of his days.