A nebulous figure is seen sitting on a throne, his body is seen to be on fire as his onyx skin glow. Around him is utter darkness as there is neither a sun or a moon to luminate the place. The only source of light was the thick mist that surrounded the throne. The being stays still making it look like it was a statue, the only thing that betrayed it being a statue was the periodic rise and fall of its chest as his body releases ambient mana. As soon as this glowing substance came out of him it was violently consumed by the mist After what felt like an eternity, he raises his head, his gaze falling on the mist around him "It's time, Vaygar are you ready?"
As if coming to life the mist swirl around him and a voice was heard coming from behind the throne ;two enormous white eyes opened as the voice spoke as it echoed from within the mist in all directions "Finally made up your mind, let's hope that this outcome would be different" As if replying the mist, the nebulous figure spoke "It will be, I promise"
The ground shook as everything began to fall apart, before long the entire realm crumbled and a bright light shone blinding everything in its path as it consume what was left
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Draegon, the commander of the first company is seen sitting on top a boulder, he wipes the blood off his armor as he looks down in disdain on the corpses of angels littered on the ground. He turns his gaze at a nearby bush, "come" A young woman comes out of the bush, her skin fair and her golden hair falling down on her shoulder, a baby is seen on her hands with two small bumps for horns protruding out of his head, having taken his mother's golden eyes and hair, he cries as his dilating eyes landed on the man on the boulder longing for his embrace. The woman looks down at the corpses with an expression of sorrow.
She recalls how she had betrayed her people and sided with the man on the boulder. How could she choose her people who had mistreated her for the man she loved.; walking over to Draegon her thoughts shifted to an incidents that happened three years ago
..... Three year ago....
Dragon had just finished a battle against one of the archangels of the divine army, flying back to the palace of the divine dragon to give account of how the battle had gone, he seas a host of angels gathering around, he goes down to see what the commotion was about, he saw the angels beating up their kin, with an indifference expression he turns to leave. When suddenly a voice cried out in desperation "Wait.,please don't go, help me".
Turning to see if the voice was referring to him, he saw an angel battered with bruises and covered in her own blood, pushing a man who tries to rip her clothes, she runs towards Draegon, falling at his feet with her head bowed. She cried again, this time more desperate than the last time "Please I beg of you help me"
Draegon lowers his head looking down at her, his voice cold "Of all the beings to ask for help, why would you ask me knowing fully who I am" Clutching to his feet with her blood stained hand "I know who you are and I know the hatred you habour towards my race, but for the sake of your honor I beg of you, help me" she said more desperate than the last. Still with his gaze down, he looked at her, caressing her hair with his rough hand he took pity on her;raising his head to see the angels now running towards him with their weapons in their hands, he waved his hand, instantly severing their heads in one swipe. With a cold tone he spoke, "Come, let's find a way for you to repay me" grabbing the woman by her shoulder, he lifted her up