《The Botched Summoning》Chapter 47 – Conversations
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sorry for the late release it was a combination of my brother’s child being born and mejinzs not having time to do the secondary PR (it will be done later). as always i want to thank rouge for his proofreading.
without further ado, Chapter 47
—————————————–??? POV—————————
“What is that noise?” I yelled getting off my luxurious bed of finely crafted gold and silver. I went to the adjoining chamber and checked the many carved runes lining the walls of the cavern. I looked toward the blueish white pool stood in stark contrast against the gray stone. I loped over to the pool and in the center was a single egg it shell matching the surrounding liquid.
“It finally hatch didn’t it?” someone squealed, causing me to jump a little.
“Don’t scare me like that!” I growled looking at my sister.
“Is the little one still hiding in the pool?” she asked as she lifted her long neck to get a better look at the egg.
“No, it hasn’t hatched yet.” I replied right before I topped of the pool of mana with my breath.
“I could have sworn that I felt it hatch.” My sister muttered as she rested on her haunches, “I don’t think Alexandarax could have fathered another…”
“That olf?” I asked.
“You’re right…” she sighed, “After that wedding no one would even dream of being with that idiot.”
“Then who hatched?” I asked.
“I don’t know but I think I am going to check on it while you look after the egg.” My sister said before she vanished.
“Well with her gone I can go back to sleep.” I muttered as I walked back to my hoard and settle down. I thought I heard a faint scratching sound as I fell asleep.
——————–Dark god Mortum POV————————————
“That thrice blast witch unleashed a terror on the multiverse and I am stuck waiting in a multi universal government office to tell someone about it.” I grumbled looking at the crowd of deities waiting to have their case heard. “I mean seriously why any god would care about one god cheating on another with mortals is beyond me, it not like they can just wait a few years till the mortal is dead and be done with it.”
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“Now taking number 48956774321” a droning voice called from the front.
“Just ten more insufferable people till I am called then I can blow the whistle on that cursed goddess. I mean how did she even create a mana dragon anyway?”
——————————Fafnir POV———————————–
“Daddy, it’s time to get up.” Azazel said while pushing against my snout. I cracked one eye open and saw the first rays of dawn streaking through the mouth of my lair.
“It’s too early.” I mumbled as I started to fall back to sleep.
“Get up you have to go find Lilith and aunt Atheros.” Azazel said struggling to lift me up.
“I will find them later,” I gowned in a sleep filled haze.
“And I’m hungry.” She stated giving up on moving me.
“Go have Ryan fix you something for breakfast, I will be up soon,” I mumbled as I fell back to sleep.
“Bro! Bro you have to get up! There was a strange sound outside and I think it gonna eat Me!” Ryan stammered as he ran into my cavern.
“There is nothing in this range that will be able to eat you.” I sighed as I open my large blue eyes, “We have been doing this for two weeks now, there are no predators that can get up here, and the ones that can fly know better than to enter my lair.”
“But… but the loud screeching!” He stuttered I could smell the sweat on him with my sensitive draconic nose.
“Stop whining.” I groaned as I opened one large eye, “I will get up and check on it, if I find that it is just your imagination again, I am not going to be happy.”
I extracted myself from the comfortable pile of coins while Ryan hurried towards the back of the lair and stretched as I woke myself up. I headed over to my kitchen and devoured several pieces of meat from a tiger like animal that tried to sneak into my lair. After the quick meal I walked into the main cavern and stopped when I noticed someone sitting in an impressive throne while reading a book entitled, ‘How to find magically hidden dragons, for the Divine protector’.
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“Oh, there you are. Do you know how hard it was to find this place, that paranoid over underage velociraptor did a little too good a job in hiding you.” The goddess said placing her book on her lap, “But I fixed that.”
“So I guess you here for that chat of ours then?” I asked staring at the woman.
“That’s one of the reason that I’m here the other is to see that cute daughter of yours. Do you know how rare and cute demonic dragon kin are?” she said as she stood up and placed the book on the chair.
“Ok then let’s have our talk here, this is my living room… kinda.” I said as I plopped to the floor.
“I would have thought you would have moved us to your hoard room.” She said with a frown, “I guess you aren’t that draconic yet.”
“What are we to talk about?” I asked ignoring her comment.
“You’re no fun.” She sighed, “What has that idiot of a dragon told you about dragons?”
“That we are rare and that I am his decoy if his exes show up.” I replied.
“That sounds like something he would say especially after the wedding incident…” she chuckled as she sat back down.
“Ok, what is this wedding that everyone keeps mentioning?” I asked the goddess.
“I guess you might not know, though the wedding was on your world…” she said as she drifted off into space for a few second. “No matter, did you ever hear of the… oh, what was that war called… ah, the Trojan war?”
“Yes, we learned about it in history class, it was a war between the Greeks and the Trojans started after the prince Paris…” I replied realizing where this was going, “He didn’t, did he?”
“I have read your stories it’s not that epic.” She chuckled, “Alex was roped into judging a beauty contest between the goddess, and was so drunk that he forgot to include his mate and his mate’s sister in the contest. He realized at the end of the contest that he had two not so happy dragons to face afterward.”
“So what caused the war?” I asked wondering where that Helen girl fit into this story.
“Alex was dead drunk and had the bright idea to play matchmaker to the other Paris, and hooked him up with Helen using a marriage ritual, much to the dismay of both of their partners at the time.” She laughed.
“What is a marriage ritual?” I hesitantly asked.
“It is a high end spell that joins couples together and prevents cheating by inflicting unimaginable pain on the unfaithful one.” She replied as she shifted in her throne.
“Who made that spell?” I asked.
“I don’t know…” She started to cough averting her eyes.
“It was you wasn’t it.” I flatly asked.
“So on to the main conversation!” She declared avoiding the question, “First I wanted came to warn you that one of the other gods is at the central complaint department office trying to get help in killing you.”
“What?” I asked dumbfounded.
“Yah, but you have at least another year before he works his way through that system. The god of bureaucracy, Rohan Rudens, is very efficient at being inefficient. I remember when I had to file for my Divine territory it took me nearly thirty years to get all the paperwork done.” She shivered before she snapped her head toward the mouth of my lair.
“It seems we’ll need to cut this conversation short, someone is trying to enter my demesne… and I have a good idea who it is.” She said and in a flash of light both the goddess and her throne vanished.
“What is it with people just up and vanishing in the middle of a conversation?” I grumbled as I exit the mouth of the cave and jumped skyward.
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