Where love rules [COMPLETED]

Chapter 30: PLANS

-Darkstalker-

He has never been so happy. So excited. 

These dragons were more naive than his mother. They believed his fake lack of animus magic. They believed he cared about his father. They had believed all his little lies. He had to agree, his acting skills were better than last time. 

Staying in that mountain was weird. One day right after he killed his mother, he woke up and was stuck in dirt and stone. As if he was teleported into a mountain. His wings were surrounded with stone and stuck in an awful position. His mouth was shut he couldn't enchant anything. He had to stay like that for over...he didn't know actually. A long time. Mostly he would sleep or listen to other dragon's minds.

He tried to improve his mindreading skills but failed. He tried to tell someone about being stuck and failed. The only thing he found he was capable of was blocking his mind as if he didn't exist. The bad news was that he had learned that while having awful lessons with his mother and he couldn't unblock his mind to scream for help to that little nightwing mindreader. Moose? Moat? Moon? Yeah, that was probably her name. Moon.

It was weird he thought the Night kingdom was filled with telepaths. Bof, things change quickly with magic. 

Wipe someone's memory with an enchantment. Hurt someone with a spell. Change someone with magic. Kill someone without leaving suspects or trails that might lead to you.

Animus magic makes everything easier. Way easier.

Darkstalker had used animus magic to solve all his problems. Small ones to big ones. It always worked. Always. A very efficient way of solving problems.

Darkstalker sat there having more fun then he thought he would have. Watching as each little unuseful dragonet dies in fear, thanks to his spell or survives and become his loyal soldiers to conquer the world.

First, his plan was to take down the Night Kingdom and expose all his mother's lies. He'll cast a spell that will let him absorb all the nightwings telepathic power and make him stronger. If only Silverheart was here. She'd be safe. She'd be his Queen. 

Anyways, then he'd conquer the Rainforest, to show them that he was the dragon with the most power in this world, even more than rainwings. No one could surpass him. He'd maybe set a big fire and leave a message to the survivors or nearby tribes about his awaken. 

After, he'll drain the oceans and wipe out the royal seawing family. Every single seawing who may have royal blood. Either a far descendant or hidden prince like himself. After the big murder and putting all the water back, he'll laugh and watch the seawings torn apart trying to find a way to run the kingdom. All that to show the tribes still alive that Darkstalker's magic was very powerful and dangerous.  

Later on, he'll kill a skywing twice a week. With an enchanted sword that'll leave a threatening message behind. That will show that even if Skywings were kind and peaceful, Darkstalker is powerful enough to wipe them off the map and off history.

Sandwings will be his next victims. With their barbed tails. So unpredictable. So annoying. Darkstalker would make their poison a cure for those who they sting. It'll be hilarious. The dragon they will try to kill will most likely kill them before those sandwings understand. Death in confusion.

Holy, stars, this is fun.

Mudwings were easy. Kill three of their siblings and they turn weak inside. Mudwings were strong, but if you find out what matters for them and you had Darkstalker's powers, they were easy prey. Darkstalker would probably send something fake. A fake harmless looking, cute animal. Then the enchanted animal would break a mudwing's neck. He'll make sure the victim's siblings see this. It will be awesome. After a few moons, Darkstalker will lead the nightwings to finish off the rest of those earth dragons. It'll be fun.

If only Silverheart were here. Darkstalker's wings fell. A little. Not much, he'll find a way to bring her back. Somehow.

Last, he'll wipe the icewing. A true genocide. He'll first make them his slaves. Then, when he'll get bored or some are misbehaving. Darkstalker would throw them in these rooms he made for these young dragonets. Making them believe they were living their own nightmare. For real.

At one point he was scared that freckled sandwing had broken his spell.

Kimble? Was that his name? Anyways, Kimble almost made the spell invulnerable. Darkstalker had to move Moon and made her appear in Kimble's prison. And if Darkstalker wasn't watching Kimble could have broken free. Luckily he couldn't have gotten far. His wings were broken.

Ha.

He purposely broke them. Kimble liked his freedom. Breaking his wings were a little step to manipulate him and take away his freedom. A simple and very effective way. 

Watching the icewing was the most fun. The spell was so efficient. Wintery started roaring at the illusions. Screaming, one teardrop falling down his icy cheek. The funniest part was that deep down Wintery knew this was all fake.

All. The room, the dragons, but he didn't believe himself. 

Ha, another victory for Darkstalker.

The seawing was an animus. Very unexpected. Normally, sandwings were mostly unpredictable. That green seawing tried to cast a spell. Luckily, Darkstalker knew that lesson the hard way. So he had already put an enchantment in place to prevent it to happen again. 

But, that still coth him in surprise. An animus seawing? Then he remembered about a thought his father had, about a seawing washing up the shore, talking nonsense about them having animus magic as a curse? Was that was father thought? 

Oh, stars, no. he really needed a spell to see what happened in the past. 

Back to tearing the world and torturing these dragonets.

The rainwing wasn't as brave as he remembered the rainwings, thought. She didn't seem very stable on the inside. Images of nightwings came often in her mind. She seems to base her strength off of that. Weird. Rainwings would have slaughtered the illusions in two. This one seemed to hold back her venom. Was something wrong with her poison? She kept on slashing the image. Her scales turned deep red, but she showed nothing on her face. Weird, but interesting.

Darkstalker rested on his throne. A big comfortable throne. He sighed and smiled.

Finally some fun.

"I'll find you, Silverheart. Someday. We'll be together forever. Forever," Darkstalker muttered to where his subjects were going to bow down to him, a tear running down his face, still smiling warmly as if Silverheart was already here with him. 

Should I continue?

I mean, I know many of you enjoy these, but is it really worth all of you waiting? Is it really that good? I don't know.

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