What would Henry do next? He felt like to me he was going to challenge the Church and the Law on homophobia next. I'm not sure why I'm invested in it, I only like men as a woman. I have never seen appeal in the same sex like Henry did for Jacob. I will admit Henry… looked at everyone a bit hard to me. He never admitted it to me, but I knew he was obsessed with beauty. He was obsessed with my beauty even.
I should've talked to him sooner. I didn't expect him to get murdered with Time Travel. And Jacob is uncooperative along with August. Though admittedly… the Narcissus in me doesn't want Jacob remembering that date he had with Henry. If he does, we might fight over him. So for the better for my love life, the worse for dealing with this issue as I don't get help.
I have to find help for so much stuff. It's annoying and sad to me. I feel overwhelmed on everything, except for one thing. Which is such a funny and annoying difference between me and Henry. Henry was a real lawyer. I am a Dragon. I am not scared of anyone, but I don't know how to fix this society socially. Henry walked that path so hard, he's an expert to me in the ways of peaceful manipulation. Henry was frightened to me a lot, especially after his fight with Cato. But he still marched on, barely hesitating to his soul even.
He was weak, but still he marched forward. He was so brave to me for that alone. So much, it shames me I even hesitate compared to him.
I'm trying to simulate him in my head, and I'm seeing glimpses of another book. And a history book. Martin… King… I just feel him saying the word "Protest". "Argue." "Morality."
"We win wars of Morality with words. Not violence. I wish it was that easy." Henry mutters angrily.
I see a flash of him as a teenager on a computer. Staring at violent death threats over a political debate. He pushes forward with his own death threats and his own political philosophy. He was not perfect, but he asked them to be nice or well…
"Peace or death f@gget. I ain't scared of you, my family has gangsters in it. I'll steal their guns and shoot back, bitch." Henry snaps angrily in a single text.
The conversation stagnates, and they become slightly more peaceful with every death threat and act of kindness and debate. Until it stagnates and ignores him. He moves on from that server in many ways to me, but his heart remains as that is where… he had the debates of philosophy and debate the most. With people he loves and hates.
Their arguments emanate within him so hard, I hear now the worst discussion to him.
"Learned Morality is wrong. We should only be instinctive." Wolfe says casually in a text on that chatroom.
It's annoying to Henry he took a while to figure out Learned Morality is any Morality you learn artificially. Humans like him believe too hard that the only good morality is Instinctive. But even then-
"There is instinctive morality that proves human have instinctive levels of good and evil. Like how would you feel if I punched you in the throat? Angry and wronged, huh?" Henry says, sad, angry, but serious.
The conversation barely continues to him from there. It's just dumb shit that washes over us both as they seem like such fools about morality to him. He decides they are animals to be slaughtered if necessary.
I like Henry for that. It pleases me illegally to us both when he chooses his Bloodlust. Henry is so nice, but when it came to crime: He was as malefic as Jacob Deatrix could be within his soul to me. He fought so hard with dignity and anger at crime.
They didn't deserve his dignity. If he comes back, I want them to see him be strong. I want to see him win next time with his knowledge alone. If he had his world's tools from just a store, he would be a menace to me.
He chose peace for this world as a good man should. He barely considered his ways of death as he trained for this world. And he didn't have enough time to adapt or figure out how to win Wars here.
I will be him next. But I am not nice enough, especially after that bullshit with the Church. Which honestly… they don't deserve my kindness yet over that. Let's fight those fucks. I'll write lessons of morality over their corpses as I own that church. So hard it's ashes within an hour.
I want Time Travel anyway. Let's see you own me next, you fuckers. I will find your Time Wizard and own him next. He will become my slave by the end of this Time Travel fiasco.
I exit Henry's house, filled with rage. I wear his clothes as honestly, I'm toxically forlorn to myself over him. I wear his suit, the gray suit with the black and white tie. With my black cape with the gold trim over it. And my favorite necklace, a gold necklace with a small silver dagger with a ruby studded in the handle hanging off it.
I wield my own strength the most. I am a Dragon. I may look human now, but honestly: I do such bullshit to them in the world of magic. My human form and my Dragon Form are separate entities to myself as Forms. My human form is a condensed form of my Dragon Body. I am physically as strong as Jacob Deatrix to myself, if not more so.
It's annoying to me I always do this, but for this town. In combat terms, I always compare myself to him. He is the strongest combatant of this town at least, if not the strongest human I've ever met. He is not lying when he claims he's a Demi-God in terms of strength and magical prowess. Let alone martial might.
He is my better in speed and utility.
Henry laughs at me in his head, showing me a flash of a game he's played when he realizes what I do with my Dragon Form as magic attacks. He says I'm like Bayonetta.
Because I summon chunks of my dragon form, like my arms, and just hit people with them after they form and surge out a portal I made.
But I can also make dragon wings out my human back too, so it's not quite like that Hair Witch. But I'll admit, the flashes of that game he shows me are so like me with her Strong Attacks when she throws out a weird, giant limb made of magical hair. I don't get naked like her though. Weird pervert game he illegally likes to me.
I walk to that church they fought at in the previous timeline. And as always when you deal with Time Travel, the fucker begins fucking with time immediately.
They just phase near instantly into reality. That whole church crew from before, fully prepared. Unfortunately for them, I am always prepared as well.
The red one, I dash at her with a dragon arm dragging behind me out of a portal that is inches ahead of my human hand, that is the control arm holding a clawed hand as the actual dragon arm swings at them with a 8 foot tall, 5 foot wide, and 8 feet long worth of massive draconic strength.
She barely dashes aside, but the rest of them get sent sprawling across the ground or smashed into walls. She is the only that fucking matters with this crew.
Until time flips around again, and they're gone entirely. And it's night. And the landscape has changed intensely. My clothes are tattered like they're moth eaten. And I'm suddenly incredibly hungry.
He accelerated time on me, whoever this Time Wizard is. Or maybe I was teleported. I can't decide, the architecture is familiar. But it is now almost an apocalypse. The sun is red, casting crimson light over the area. The buildings are now wood and sandstone cast in that ugly color.
There is not a sun nor a moon. In the sky, there is a giant, beautiful analog clock. With no tower or anything attached to it. It glows white as if it's my sun now.
I see now, for better or for worse. This world is the Time Wizard's domain. His pocket dimension or some shit. At least, based on that clock and weird world, this is the theme.
Until proven otherwise, this is a blessing and a curse.
The Curse is obvious. I am in a Time Lord's dungeon.
The blessing is the goal. I must defeat him here, capture him, and force him to time travel me back in time to save Henry.