Majestia, Magestia... the queen was tapping the armrest of her throne.

Bloody dragon...

She looked at all the black spots covering her white skin.

In the tower at the top, sitting on her throne, she watched the land of Kan'Dahar and Magestia reunited.

Sounds of construction and machinery echoed through the capital and her palace.

Opposite her were King Will, his wife Axula, Azura and Sylvie. Unicorns all spotted to varying degrees, but especially Axula and Magestia. Karma had not spared her with the execution of Robin.

Sitting next to her are her Japanese and Russian allies, and, to her right, the Knight Navarre, half transformed into Fenrir Gmorgh, a black Fenrir. A brute. He protected his sovereign from their earliest childhood. They often played together in the Enchanted Forest.

Video screens were set up in the room to communicate with Neo-Tokyo, the new imperial city built on top of Sinistrar's palace, which they razed to the ground to replace it with a human structure.

The incessant noise of trucks and armored vehicles invaded the capital.

The humans of the empire built a naval and military base and strengthened their positions in the Draconian Empire, occupying the entire southern part of the great sea, as far as the ocean to the west and south.

To the east, Magestia occupied the northern, southern, and eastern shores, much like Israel, Egypt, and Turkey but also the whole of the former USSR if one were to compare. The north occupied by the Americans and allies.

Will and Navarre spat on the ground when my name was pronounced.

"We've been too lenient and this is where we are. "

Speaking in an ancient, magical language, the Japanese allies, generals and ambassadors, could not understand what they were saying.

"We have forced 'allies'."

Elves and gray elves remarked to them...

"It's better to have them as friends. These Americans have nuked them in the past, just like Sinistrar who didn't hesitate to use magic nukes."

Having tasted this kind of weapon, the Japanese respected their allies in the fantasy world.

A little Japanese boy, a scientist asked, "The telluric structure of the southern lands are hyperstable and even dragons couldn't cause volcanic eruptions. Do you feel the same here? We haven't yet had time to set up a geological antenna, but we were asking for your opinion.

Axula: "Yes, it's true, we didn't pay attention to it but now that you say it, it's true, we have felt tremors, especially here in the tower."

Then, suddenly, the tower lit up red.

A column of light came from the sky. Probably the Nature Gods reacting to Tiamat's movement. Except it wasn't Tiamat and they couldn't have known it. No one knew. And, regardless of her act of charity towards her child, the goddess had made a masterstroke. A duplicate of herself but an avatar of good...well, that's relative. Ivan not being an angel ... but not a demon either ... Well if ... perhaps ... everything depends on him ...

A searing, crucifying pain struck all the unicorns in Ethernia, the overseas world. All of them without exception.

The queen managed to stand on her throne without breaking her image, but you could see she was in pain and slumped on her seat. She was forced to change back into her animal version in the presence of her allies and she knelt on all fours in front of the pillar of light.

She pushed her horn into it and the other unicorns did the same.

Their black spots disappeared. They were forgiven.

Ivan was their enemy and they acted as unicorns, no matter what the laws and what is right or wrong. They had done their job by attacking and martyring the black dragon.

Such was the judgment of the Nature Gods. Order had to be restored and everything in its place.

In fact, they were not forgiven, but since the gods did not care, they had fanaticized them in their role as guardians of good and harmony.

The dragons were their enemies period. Captured, they had to submit, convert or be sealed or executed.

The dracosires who had deserted Sinistrar knew this and although they lost their fortune, they were in the pay of Majestia, tithes and gold having helped.

In their magnanimous will they associated the poorer dragons and their servants with their pay and Majestia's pay.

The fate of the copper dragons was enviable... Hunted, hunted or captured, awaiting execution or as slaves. At best, as soldiers in Majestia's army or worse, beasts of burden, mounts.

The High Elves pleaded for the dragons, already rare and endangered, to be spared.

They had all but disappeared from the landscape.

The Japanese wanted to "buy" the dragons and capture the others (except the nobles).

The dracosires had offers to join the imperial army. Positions of strategist, knowing the region and the world well, and or enchanters. They were asked to reinforce the armaments.

With the promise of becoming Samurai nobles and lords again, their blood was only a trickle. So much for Sinistrar and his social illusions...

After the unicorns had been "washed", they marched in front of the jubilant crowd (for fear of reprisals in the Kim Jong Suk style2 ) to the (forced) applause of the jubilant crowd. Soldiers were even paid to find those who did not smile enough and beat them to the height of their insolence.

Unicorns were pulled out in their magical, equestrian but veiled form, their horns set with gold rings and precious and magical gems.

The lord Navarre unrolled a scroll and took a microphone, loudspeakers installed by the Japanese...

The almighty army behind him, left and right a row of robot tanks surrounded by Japanese troops and the whole support group.

"People of Ethernia! Our allies of the empire that succeeded in putting an end to the yoke of Sinistrar and his infernal creatures, well, not all of them watching Dracosires carrying the imperial flag will lend us a hand.

They have given up their world to come here for refuge. Sinistrar and his clique ravaged their world, but fortunately they defeated the demon Lord who had joined forces with the Americans. A people who enslaved and ravaged the earth with incessant wars. The empire and the emperor Yamato thus dealt a fatal blow to the humans of the earth. Their culture being very close to ours, their philosophy and their way of life compatible with ours, we will work together for a better world.

Magic, which is often restricted and accessible to the wealthier and better off, will no longer be the only source of energy to improve our lives.

The night will no longer be dark,

The electricity fairy will come to light our homes. No one will be lost in the paths at night.

Diseases that can't be cured will be cured.

Transport and trade will flourish again and especially the harrowing crops and binding man to the ground will be only distant memories. Agriculture will make leaps and bounds. Deserts will be irrigated and sand will give way to rice and wheat.

There will be no more famines."

The people rejoiced.

"We received from Ishtar, our goddess, the sign of purification."

"But so that our dream of a better life is now and not in a future that's always put off, we must drive the Americans out of the small territory they still occupy, and close the gate so that they can leave for good.

The tribes who have pledged allegiance to the dragons and Americans will have to surrender or perish."

"HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH"

Then Navarre regains its canine form and roars.

Snow fell and the crowd was overexcited.

After this formal speech the Fenrir, the Japanese and the unicorns returned to their palace.

After settling comfortably, the unicorns returned to their human form and sat down in their places.

Then she turned to the Japanese ambassador.

"Our goddess warns us that a disturbance has occurred and a formidable, evil enemy has set foot in this world."

Ambassador: "What do you mean?"

Magestia: "She speaks only in riddles, it is up to us to be wise and to discern the different meanings of her words. If I am to interpret her thought, she is a formidable enemy... ...more than a demon, more than a dragon..., an enemy of the gods. Perhaps an arch-devil or an arch-demon... "Coming into this world: He came from hell through a portal..."

Then, after a silence and some refreshments, she resumed...

"We don't know anything, but we've been forgiven for our actions against Ivan. But he died last I heard.

His death may have caused something, but he was just a poor, confused human in the body of a black dragon..."

The Japanese man, very sharply asked, "Yes, but who was the black dragon????"

Axula said, "Dark..."

Magestia thought for a moment. No... She hesitated again before speaking, bordering on an anxiety that was suddenly swept away: "Tenebrion lives on earth. He's settled down, and according to our informants, we don't hear from him anymore. He has stayed away from this war and has not participated in anything. He was right to keep a low profile, he kept his head... hahaha..."

Everyone is smiling to accompany the queen.

Then the ambassador handed her a box from the emperor himself.

She received it properly and opened it.

Inside, a letter.

invitation to the emperor's ball.

His Majesty Yamamoto invites you to a personal dance.

Magestia looked at Will and Axula, the bride and groom.

"It's time for me to get my life together too... "all red...

Meanwhile, I had recovered a lot of mana and looked up at the sky.

At high altitude, you could see the planes leaving streaks. Awacs?

Trained by Higgins, all the knowledge I had gained was a great help to me.

I had to be discreet and quickly, so I erased my message. I hope the Japanese didn't see it!

I was alone and I had to forget that I was a dragon...or like Tiamat: a big target in plain sight!

I had to act like a soldier behind enemy lines. A plan to get out and send a message without being spotted...

Swimming in the lava under the ground... forget it, I'd be disoriented and I wouldn't move forward at all.

Flying: I might as well be a duck in a hunt...

The darkness... yes... But when I arrive... if there are lots of troops...?

I had only one solution: arrive at the rocket train, engulf it in darkness and reposition it further away when everything calms down.

So I put my plan into action. At night, I travelled through the darkness a little further north, out of the desert, and saw to my horror the army of the entire empire. There were ten times as many of them!

Sinistrar's palace was razed to the ground and in its place a huge neo-Japanese fortress/palace.

There were troops everywhere!

There were millions of them!.

A knot was tied in my stomach.

I was scared for the first time in this body.

"If they capture me, I dare not imagine... madness..."

Even with an invincible body, they would isolate me or find a way to seal me up forever. And then I would know what happened to my mother... What a nightmare!.

I went west, to the mountains, near the Black Cathedral.

"Damn it, damn it!"

They've ruined it into a tasteless Japanese palace.

I felt like blowing into it to smother them! But I held back.

I could see the rocket train, half buried, a garrison and tents all ready.

"What if there's a sandstorm???" Yes, the wind...

I put my head in the air (not my head in the air) and concentrated on the wind and the whirlpools.

It worked, even too well.

A cloud of sand, like a wall, rose up and the soldiers took shelter in their tents and cell rooms of the imperial army.

Taking advantage of all this sand I walked to the rocket train, which was only a toy in front of me, and lowered it down into the darkness.

Taking it with me, I took my position in the mountains, in desert passes, and helped myself from the head of nature (earth) to find every sign of life.

After making sure there was no one there, I put the rocket train back on.

Then after.... how do I do it??? I couldn't get in!

Even a head only...

I had the solution to talk to my own people. So close and so far at the same time...

I started to cry. I didn't know what to do....

After a long moment of grief, I saw little dots of light like stars flashing like eyelids opening and closing in my shadow...

"I can't... I'm afraid of mom...."

Then a voice: "I'm afraid of mommy too..."

I swallowed my saliva. And I listened.

A sigh, then a voice.

For a moment I thought it was Zaaar but it was another voice, double, as if two jaws spoke in sync.

I'm Demodragon, your infernal big brother. Duke of Hell, to serve you... Mother, asked me to help you.

But I had learned my lesson well. "If Mother had been magnanimous once, I must not have failed her. Her wrath being terrible.

Sniff... if I get your help, for me, and not for mom, I'll be punished..."

Demodragon: "Ah, you know, you're smarter than the other Demon Lords..."

Me: "I never wanted to be DemonLord..."

Demodragon: "Yet you used it and saw what awaited you."

I bowed my head... "Demodragon, I'm still a child... it's difficult!"

Demodragon sighed and then he came out of my shadow.

I was shocked.

A real infernal duke... I was terrified.

I didn't have enough legs to hide my eyes and heads when I saw him.

A monster of chaos.

A being of nightmare.

Tiamat was scary but pure.

Here, I smelled chaos.

I was afraid of chaos and melted flesh and his eyes, my god, the face between the two heads, spider eyes.

All those spikes,

Sharp.

It wasn't a being from the world of the living.

It was a being from the hellworld.

Demodragon: "I'll warn you only once... I do not love you and no demon from the underworld will love you. So, refrain from whining. You must do Mother proud. We're not asking you to become like us, especially not, but that's how it works.

Mother asked me to be your guide.

You can use us to save your mate, her granddaughter Argentrix. It was Tiamat who asked me to do this. So your mission right now is to make contact with her.

As for the rest, we will obey you, but you know the punishment... in a way, I'm "kind" to remind you of that. The other demons would enjoy watching you fail..."

I closed my eyes, in front of so many injustices and trials thrown at my head. I never asked for this... But I swallowed my tears. Really not out of fear, but out of terror.

Demodragon was obviously feasting on my fear. To him, I must have been a wonderful toy to be broken forever. Kind of like a picture of his boss put up as a target for a dartboard.

I was pale with fear and you could see it from afar. Demodragon was huge, just a little bit smaller than me, but he certainly had the experience of a thousand years of fighting.

And the evolution of Demonlord's troops and Tiamat's troops was something else.

Nothing that I'd tried before applied.

Demodragon was vicious by nature. An evil chaotic being while Zaaar was loyal to neutrality. Exceptional for a demon.