Here is the guaranteed chapter of the week. I want to thank Rouge and Mejinzs for their proofreading support. this is also the last chapter of the current story arc. I will have an epilogue chapter before starting the second book/chapter. i will remind you that i am week deep in exams so I probably won’t finish another chapter this week unless i decide to procrastinate.

without further ado, Chapter 38

“This place is pretty fancy.” I thought to myself as we walked into the main ballroom. The heavy scent of cooked meat assaulted me as we entered the room.

“Wow, look at the sparkly things.” I heard Azazel gasp next to me.

I watched as servants escorted the various guests to the several large cloth covered tables arranged in a large T. Several minutes passed as the people in front of us were escorted to their seats.

“Lord Dragon,” a servant said as he walked towards me, “please follow me, I will be escorting you to your place.”

The servant turned around and led us to the far end of the room right at the fork of the table. As we made our way through I noticed that one of the places had a large cushion placed on the floor. “They are being very accommodating considering how I left this place the last time.” I chuckled.

“Your place sir,” the servant said gesturing to the large pillow, “and this is yours young miss.” He followed pointing to the chair on the right.

I reclined on the large pillow while Azazel sat down staring at the food laden table.

“Wow so much food daddy… I don’t know if I can eat it all.” she said staring at the fruit and roasted vegetables in front of us.

“Don’t worry I think you will find a way.” I laughed at the little demoness.

We waited for almost half an hour for all the guests to be seated though the bride and groom were still missing. Suddenly the main doors slammed open and the groom was being escorted into the room in chains bound to a triumph looking bride, everyone was quiet as they watched the prince being escorted into the room.

“Daddy, why is that man in chains? Was he bad?” Azazel asked.

“I… I have no clue.” I replied wondering if this is another ‘tradition’ started by wayward ‘heroes’

“The union has been sealed before the goddess!” the king ritualistically proclaimed, “Let us feast in honor of their union.”

“Cheers!” everyone proclaimed raising their glass. Music could be heard in the background as a small band, that appeared out of nowhere, started to play. The bride and groom were escorted to the head of the table just a few seats away. It only took a few minutes before a legion of servants started to bring out plates and placing them in front the guests. It wasn’t long before a servant placed a large platter laden with various breads and cheeses in front of Azazel and myself.

“My apologies lord Dragon, we did not know your preference in drink, and I was sent to ask so that we may fix the issue” the servant stammered nervously.

“The blood of virgins is always tasty.” I replied failing to hold back my laughter at the servants paling face.

“Just kidding, I drink liquefied mana.” I replied as the servant let out a sigh of relief before heading off.

“Can I have some of the blue stuff daddy?” Azazel asked with upturned eyes.

“You know the rule, that is an outside drink.” I chided, “These people would not survive the after effects.”

“Ok,” she replied a bit disappointed.

I watched other people being served when a man in a gray robe approached me.

“Lord Dragon,” the mage said while give a shallow bow, “ I was sent to inquire as to what liquid mana is so that we may provide it.”

“Forget it; just have them bring me… I don’t know… some fruit juice. I will make my own.” I replied with a fake sigh holding back a stream of laughs.

“Yes lord.” The mage replied with a slightly sullen look.

Almost a half an hour passed when a pair of servers deposited a pair of large platters of various cooked meats in front of me and Azazel. I grabbed a piece of roasted meat and tossed it into my large maw. It was as bland as the last time they cooked for me. So I let out a small stream of my draconic breath to ‘season’ the meat.

I stopped eating when I noticed that the room had gone silent as everyone was staring at me. “What haven’t you ever seen a dragon eat before?” I asked annoyed, which caused everyone to return to their conversation. While looking over the crowd I caught the king who had a large smile on his face while staring at Azazel.

“Daddy… I don’t feel so good.” Azazel groaned as she clutched her stomach.

I looked and I noticed black spots appearing on her face. I started to panic. “No!” I roared throwing Azazel’s plate off the table accidentally impaling a servant.

“The dragon’s gone mad!” someone shouted as people tried to evacuate the ballroom.

Guards in thick metal armor started to stream in armed with large halberds.

“Kill the dragon” I heard someone say as I picked Azazel up. I felt something bounce against my scales.

“What did you do to my daughter?” I roared at the fleeing king, who was being escorted by a group of guards.

I drew in a deep breath fueled by rage.

“Shields!” someone yelled.

In my fury, I used my draconic breath.

The first few guards melted under the magical assault, but the breath was stopped, held back by some invisible shield.

“It worked!” a mage yelled,

“Form up! We can beat this savage beast!” a man in nicer armor yelled. I watched as the guards formed up and surrounded me once again.

I peeked at my daughter who was blackening with each passing second and held her close to my chest.

I snapped with my powerful jaws at the men, severing limbs between my fangs. The guards tried in vain to pierce my hide but none could breach my armor of scales. I roared as I decapitated another person with my powerful tail. “We can’t pierce through!” one of the guards cried. “Keep him busy as the mages finish the job.” another shouted. I once again took a deep breath and bathed them in my liquid fury. A few guards fell under the onslaught but my breath was again stopped by another barrier.

“Lightning” I heard a man shout, as a tingling sensation enveloped me. A scream pierced through the sounds of battle and I noticed small burns on Azazel.

Panic clouded my thoughts when I felt something odd. I felt a warm sensation building through my entire body, pressure continued to build.

“I need to save my daughter!” I roared.

I felt arrows bounce off my scales more guards arrive.

I felt something break inside of me and the pressure vanished, and in a flash everything vanished.

A wave of exhaustion hit me, I thought of Azazel as my mind was claimed by the blackness of sleep.

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as always me and rouge are mostly and mejinzs is almost finished with the conversion, let us know if we anything and let me know what you think in the comments.

HAHAHA the cliff hanger…