Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 20: Addition

My hands and legs were bound, and I heard something bubble and breathe on my face.

"Now the fun begins, for me at least."

"What the **** are you?" I screamed, "where are you?"

"I keep forgetting to make the realm a different colour to my own. How about this no-core," the world became white, and I could see the Monster before me. It was black and gooey all over with four legs, large decrepit wings, a long tail, and the same face I had become all too familiar with, but this one had large horns. "White seems too generic," the world shifted, becoming a dark blue, green to blue again before a dark purple was chosen. "There the mood is set, now where was I, o yes, prepare yourself no-claw, death would be better than what I am about to do to you, but that is..."

"What the **** are you," I repeated.

"You do not remember what I am, but I know all too well of your kind. I am a Dragon, one of the first actually, and thousands of generations ago, your kind hunted mine to the brink of extinction. Though, I am not here to teach you history. I am here to teach you agony," with that, a black tendrill rose up and slashed the air taking my arm with it. I had never experienced an injury like this one before. At first, the stump surged with so much pain that I grabbed it. After a second, the pain faded away, along with the pain on my face.

"What the?" The Dragon stuttered," I walked up to my arm and clapped twice with it.

"Necroian *****," I stated, "you want pain well, you're not getting any from me," I said, pushing my fear down. I may have pain immunity, but this thing had me, and I could not think of any way to escape.

"What about your legs," it replied, black crackling energy building in its mouth and unleashing a dark bolt of energy that disintegrated my legs from the waist down. I only felt a moment of pain as I fell to the ground. Two more bolts of energy blew off my arms, leaving me limbless. "Now you can not move," it said, tendrills coming from the ground and around me.

"Hey, you," was the only thing I replied with.

"What little smooth-skin?" it snarled at me.

"Sorry, I just had to think; I know what Dragons are. You look like a Sludged one. I just haven't heard of one that can talk. Didn't know you lot could."

"DO NOT DARE COMPARE ME TO A ROTTING DAGON!" It roared.

"Come on though, you look just like a Sludged Dragon. You're even black."

Tentacles rose around me to hold me up to its jaw, "tell me, can one of your "Dragons" do this?" It asked.

"Well, no," I answered, "they can only emit their element, but I have heard of long-lived Sludged Monsters that could manipulate their Sludge."

"Then how do you explain the energy if you are so insistent on calling me a Sludged Dagon."