“...Verz” said Mors flatly while keeping eye contact with his Captain and wannabe mother as he took a deep breath and continued. Her change of personality had completely taken him off guard and she had managed to actually hit all of his weak spots when it came to social interactions however the inferno that had been lit inside the void earlier still raged and he would not change his mind. -”I will do as I please or die trying.”

“Although I am not flatly rejecting this because it has many benefits and to be completely honest even though I was… am extremely pissed off about how I have been treated me until now, I think you need to know some things before you decided on wanting to truly adopt me or let me inherit the Moon Clan think.“ he continued.

“Firstly, it will take a lot of time and trust will need to be earned until I can truly see you as family. I do not trust easily especially to those who I feel have wronged me.

I know you have your reasons and after the fact, I realised that most of the time you have been stopping me from doing something incredibly stupid however that leads me to my second point.

If you continue to get in my way and I do not consider you true family… I will kill you without mercy or hesitation.

After you, maybe rightly so, stopped me from attacking that bitch earlier today resulting in me getting kicked unconscious, I decided I would no longer bow to anyone ever again. I have a few things that I must do in this life and being the puppet of another is not one of them.”

“Oh… and if I ever do consider you family, it's best for this world if you don't get yourself killed. I care little for it and watching things burn is a great pastime especially when you need a distraction.”

His last statement had caused her to feel a warm feeling deep within her chest that she could not describe but did not distract her from the meaning behind the rest of his words. -”This must be related to his personality and bloodlines. I have never met an obedient dragon or demon even when they are faced with overwhelming strength. I knew he seemed different when he woke up. I guess it also relates to him getting his second affinity fire.” thought Verz as she made an unreadable face as the crackling fire filled the silence since Mors had finished his demands.

“That depends on your plans and how you execute them. How could I call myself anything like a mother if I knowingly watched you go and kill yourself? Today if I didn't stop you and that Duchess got serious you would have been deader than dead. Even if I tried my best to protect you.” replied Verz in an extremely weak pleading manner. She understood that sometimes in life there were things you just had to do no matter the consequences.

She had the feeling that repressing him too much might backlash but this little demon loved getting into fights that he couldn't win so it couldn't be helped. -”He is almost like the terrier beastkin, always picking a fight with the strongest and most dangerous things they can find.”

“My plan is quite simple really. Live a nice secluded life and ensure those close to me are safe. As I don't have anyone close to me… at the moment, all I need to do is sort out a few issues.

Save my brother from slavery, find out about this other mystery sibling, kill everyone involved in the summoning and the newest addition to the list, stand on that Duchess’s head as she eats a mouthful of dirt.” spoke Mors in an almost bored tone.

The only thing that surprised Verz was that his list was relatively small and on the surface seemed simple. “You know when you say it like that it sounds quite simple but you do realise that every single one of those are difficult enough that all are worthy of their own legends if you succeed.”

A fit of laughter took Mors for the first time in his life as he fought for enough breath to respond to Verz. “My brother, that I have never met, is located inside one of the largest fortresses in this world surrounded by hundreds of thousands of armed to the teeth, professional soldiers that ruled by the country that sanctioned the summoning which I have swore revenge on while the Duchess who conveniently commands at least a hundred thousand troops, that no doubt will have issues with me having a ‘word’ with their leader and to top it all off I can't even sense my other sibling in the slightest and we aren't exactly one of natural heritage that shares the same characteristics.”

“Do not think I underestimate my goals. I plan to burn Kingdoms to the ground as I shake the foundations of empires and federations while laying waste to any who oppose or have wronged me.” chuckled Mors as he finally calmed down. He felt like he had taken his first step on his chosen path and it was wonderful. -”Should've declared this out loud sooner.”

“That's a bit tyrannical, isn't it? There will be a lot of fallout and bystander casualties” replied a shocked and concerned Verz. If he was to say this in the middle of a town with his current strength as well as the almost impossible tasks, people were likely to think him mad. “You are likely to make an enemy of the entire southern continent.”

“Then I shall have allies and friends in the north,” said Mors unconcerned. “It matters little, it's not like I am going to stand in front of an army of thousands and charge at them by myself in my underwear, is it. The greatest trick the Devil ever played was convincing everyone that he did not exist.”

Verz sighed with relief knowing Mors wasn't intending to try and achieve his objectives openly. No matter how skilled you were all it would take is a well-placed arrow and you would be dead. “At least you're not that foolish”

“The ultimate victory is when you win before conflict even arises” [Mors]

“You sure are full of weird sayings tonight?” said Verz as she pondered the meaning of the most recent addition.

“AH!” she exclaimed in realisation. “I forgot, dragons are extremely weak to alcohol and get drunk really quickly!” as she watched Mors finish off yet another bottle and checking her spatial ring to find it was almost empty. -”I wonder what he is like when he is hungover”

“Capta.. Verz” Mors corrected him himself. “Although it's uncouth I feel it's time we talked about the Moon Clan and if I was a betting man… demon, that's more than likely linked with your past.” Mors said with a flushed face from the alcohol. As he had never drunk before he didn't know his limits but he was pretty sure he was close and needed to find out everything he could while the current atmosphere remained.