In a dimly lit room, there was a man who was chained to some pillars and the chains seemed to exude mystical energy making him writhe and thrash in pain. He had crimson eyes and a pair of dragon like wings sticking out of his back, dragon like claws and fangs and some parts of his arms and legs were covered in dark red dragon scales.
Just then, a masked man came into the room, he looked at the at the dragon like man writhing in pain and cackled in a hoarse voice.
He said, "Finally, after several thousands of years, the Primordial Dragon God Of Destruction, Azagorn, has been captured".
Azagorn let out an inhuman roar pushing the masked man back a few steps.
"Even in the face of death, you continue to fight back. I like that. However, the chains will soon absorb all of your dragon essence and you shall wiped out of existence", the masked man drawled.
Azagorn replied in a fit of rage, "No matter what it takes, I shall return and when I do, I will have my revenge".
The masked man laughed dryly, "We shall see about that", and then he left the room.
Azagorn continued to thrash about in pain and after a few days he began to fade away. In his final moments, he swore that he would find a way to return and kill that masked man.
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He woke up to find himself in the presence of a female being that exuded divine energy, he said while scowling, "Who the hell are you".
"I am Irina, the goddess of reincarnation", she answered calmly.
"Ugh! One of the less important gods. What do you want from me", he said.
"I think the right question is what do you want", Irina said.
"I want to find out who that man was and have my revenge on him", he said with a burning fury in his eyes.
"Very well, I shall grant your wish but ...", she paused, he noticed he had begun to fade away again.
"But what", he asked, slightly annoyed now. But before she could answer, he was engulfed in white ethereal energy and then s
he disappeared.