《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》Iron Training
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Demodragon: "STOP DOING CHOK CHOK!!!!! You're driving me crazy!"
Even either of us on either side bothered that I was having a little fun...
"We'll train you now! Since you have time to play, you have time to practice. At this rate in ten years we'll still be here.
He ripped the rocket train out of me with insane force and put it in his personal space.
I was surprised at his strength and violence. He even managed to hurt my paw by twisting my thumb.
I wanted to moan, but his sadistic smile said it all.
"Confiscated until you're ready and stop playing..."
He started blowing on me without warning. Ice blasting!
"AAAAAAARGH! It burns!"
I got blisters on my stomach and neck...
"Are you sick?????"
Then he blew fire on my face and I got third-degree burns, one eye of my ice head was destroyed.
I curled up into a ball holding my paw for protection and he blew on it and severely burned my paw.
I cooked and he repeated this until I was badly burned.
I was sobbing, smoking, charred in places, and crawled to the lake to throw myself into the water.
Then he bit me and shook me until I bled profusely.
Then he hit me with his paws and claws and lacerated me all over my body.
He spent his rage on me, as if he was frustrated on Tiamat and spent his vengeful rage on me.
When he saw that I was a bloody rag, he stopped and climbed on top of me and roared, making me tremble with fear even more.
Then he came down and jumped down from me while whipping me with the whips of his tail.
"You crybaby! Will you stand up? Will you fight back?
You little prick. Larva!
If you don't make an effort, Tiamat asked me about Argentrix and the lineage but not about your friends... You love Hisssa, don't you?"
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!! not mamaaaaaan!"
Demodragon: "Ahh, immediately more motivated!"
so he lifted me up with his paw at the base of my bloody head and said "You'd better obey if you don't want anything to happen to them. You rag! You rag! You rag!"
He let me fall back down suddenly, but my wounds had already healed to my amazement.
Demodragon: "Lesson One... You have a great regeneration, but if I had continued, you'd be dead! I could have decapitated your head and left you with only one head and gouged out your eyes so you'd stop crying.
Well, you didn't moan but you didn't even try to defend yourself... Explain to me why!"
I was shaking and I was in shock, prostrate...
He shot me in and whipped me until I screamed in pain.
SLASH
SLASH
and each time with whips and bearded tentacles, I was lacerated, dilacerated.
"WILL YOU RESPECT IN THE NAME OF THE DEVIL!????"
SLASH
SLASH.
He blew electricity into my wounds.
YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHH X5!!!
The pain was beyond my capacity for accommodation, resistance and adrenaline that puts the receptors to sleep.
He knew that.
I looked at my shadow and the little eyes smiled at seeing me in pain like that. I'm sure the legions wanted to be a part of my beating.
Demodragon was taking his rage and frustration out on me...
He ends up blowing one of my heads off.
Then, out of breath, full of my blood, he stopped.
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"Don't think it's over... tell yourself that my rage on you is not on your loved ones..."
I wanted to flee into the darkness, but he caught me and slammed me to the ground violently.
I crawled to the exit and he pulled me by the tail and lifted me up and hit/threw me to the ground like a carpet that is smashed against a wall to chase away the dust.
"I will destroy every cell of yours so that you will be an arch-demon. Then they stopped. No, I must not distort it... Mother's orders... MMMHH!!!!"
I was just a ball breathing and panting in the corner.
Even moaning, I was too scared...
Demodragon was thinking of a program to turn me into a hydra! As mother had asked, but he was wrong...He had to make me myself, like before, and save my family.
"Ivan... we're not gonna make it at this rate la... I've been living in hell and I don't know a gentler way to carve you into a dragon. At least if you looked like a noble demon or an arch-demon, more class, more presence. To me, you're just a mammoth with the brain of a mouse. "Tall, stupid and useless and even more incapable."
It's true that I found incredible pleasure in beating you... but I'm getting tired of it!
If you were anyone else, I'd finish you off painfully now...
You've got one day to pull yourself together, or I'll quit and face Tiamat. I'm not afraid of her, just know that, and she'll be wary of attacking me because I have a lot of little insurance policies hidden here and there.
You should learn a few things from me too, but if you don't make an effort, then face your fate and die in a corner. I don't give a damn.
Ah, yes, I love to eat lizard... roasted or ice cream...
Then Demodragon disappeared from my sight...
"One more thing to learn..." and he ended his sentence by whipping my snout with his tail and blowing it off.
AAARGH!!!!!
Full of blood spurted out, dripping all over my aching body.
I wanted to move but my flesh was swollen.
The bastard had been counting the time it took for me to regenerate and regain my strength.
I had to crawl to the lake to rinse myself.
When I fell into the water, my unhealed wounds burned and the pain was extreme.
Millions of painful stings made me tremble.
Plus I was hungry... horribly, but the pain overcame me and finally I let it go.
I let go of my sob which I tried to contain.
I had the hiccups and I wanted my mother, hissa, Auronne and Argentrix, but also Tiamat. I needed to be consoled.
I wasn't a demon and I never will be...
I fell asleep, half submerged, a head sticking out, alone...
In the morning, I saw a pile of human corpses, at least a hundred of them.
Women, children, soldiers, horses and fantastic creatures. Some of them were still alive, mutilated and full of horrible bites...
Demodragon was beginning to devour the Japanese soldiers.
SCHLURP MIAM
SLASH
CRAAAC
NAAAAAANNN PITYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CRUNCH!
BANZAAAAAAAAICRUNCH CRUNCH...
I was quickly awakened by this disgusting spectacle.
Demodragon: "I don't know what you were eating so I got a little bit of everything.
Living, dead, frozen, young, fierce, mature, feminine, old."
Beuargh! I did.
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"I've been hunting all night for you... to get your strength back...
"You can't start crying like yesterday, can you?" said Demodragon.
It was dreadful, unbearable... beyond anything! And those bodies lying there... those mutilated children...
No... I didn't want that... ever.
What a filthy beast, Demodragon... I had that as a mentor...
My second chance was a punishment..
"THEN???? IVAAAN??? DREAMING AGAIN?"
so he handed me a woman's bottom cut in half.
"Try it! It's tasty... it's better than pork..."
I froze...
I got down on my knees, my head on the ground.
"Demodragon... Finish me off! I want to die in peace..."
He rolled his eyes.
"WHAT NOW? "YOU'RE A DRAGON OF DARKNESS, AREN'T YOU? ISN'T FOOD NORMAL?"
Demodragon was in a rage.
Then he jumped on top of me and strangled my head.
"What's wrong with you?" Obviously pissed off.
He crushed my head against the cave wall, but I looked him straight in the eye...
"I've never eaten anyone...Ever...! And I am, in the end I was a golden dragon of darkness..."
With those words, Demodragon released me and let me slide to the ground.
In a panic and not knowing what to think, I began to sneer at the situation.
If I'm going to die, I might as well do it with panache...
Demodragon: "YOU!!!!!!! ... You...!!!!!!!!!"
Then he thought about Tiamat and the danger she posed.
A very long time passed and then I asked: "I just want to go home..."
Demodragon: "Well, so be it.... You don't want to hear anything, I'm opening a portal and you're not trying to crush Argentrix...ok? And then you do something about it. End of story."
Me : "But, they will kill me..."
Demo: Kill them first....
Demo, was about to fly away to dump me there, Tiamat or not...
I took the horse and the animals but I left the humans behind.
"Demodragon, I beg your forgiveness... Take the humans and I'll eat the animals...
"We're on opposite sides of the line, but I need you as much as you need me."
A moment later, Demodragon whipped me, but I blocked his tail with mine.
"HMPH!"
Then came his attacks with his hooves and tentacles.
But now I was no longer a wyvern. I had front legs and independent wings. Kind of like an ant...
I had to learn everything again. Walking, running, crawling.
For a month I was like a boxing apprentice to Tyson.
Instead of heads, I had swollen balls, daily bites and nicks.
He brought me monsters and animals to eat and slowly I got used to this hellish body.
It was me and each of my heads took its place in my mind as different points of view in a discussion. I saw from the point of view of the elements, but my red head was the main one.
Now I was a hydra and no longer just a dark dragon.
I could reason faster and develop parallel thoughts.
Very useful for magic and solving complex problems.
Looking at myself in the reflection of the lake, I had mixed feelings and some were crying while others were laughing, as if I had five doubles.
I even managed to have discussions with myself...and even once to argue with myself. My black head wanted to fight with the white head.
Then, as I was getting further away, it was ridiculous.
I was no longer I, I was "US"...
Demodragon was rolling his eyes at me like I was an idiot.
"You do have two heads, right? So how do you do it?"
Silence was my only answer.
But the training was of steel.
One day, he probed me and said, "At least you're walking like mother. You're not waddling like a moron anymore."
Now we'll move on to the mystical arts.
What else can you do in magic?"
We went to the magmatic room, the bigger one.
And I landed on the edge of a cliff that looked 500 yards down onto a huge lake of lava.
Demodragon: "Fly!"
I took off, but my mass was huge and the inertia was terrible for turning.
I threw "Favourable Winds" and right away it was easier but the mass was still there.
In order to spin and twirl, Tiamat had to have tremendous strength... brutal..."
Demodragon: "Insufficient!" and he started firing magic missiles at me.
TCHAK
TCHAK
Red diamond daggers were coming out of the focus of his 2 mouths, imbued with mana and he was almost shooting in a burst.
Tchak
Tchak
chak...
Some of them got stuck in my paws, doing immense damage considering its level.
It was like cauterized holes, with sparks flying out of them and entering my flesh through scales, bones and ligaments.
Unheard-of pain.
And, instantly, the holes and bleeding ducts would close.
I was working on my regeneration.
Demodragon: "Keep it up. Yes, keep flying... oops, sorry I blew your head off..."
I was shaking in pain, it was excruciating, but I had to fight to live and survive.
At the end of the day, full of blood, I would rinse and drink.
Demodragon: "You know, there are spells to keep clean and cool...
What you're doing is a waste of time and a preposterous charade. Are you an animal or something?
The next day, air combat.
He simulated a fighter jet shooting at me.
I'd crash into the lava, every time.
But every day, something new came up.
Without warning, a hand-to-hand lesson in flight.
He started being less cruel the day I called him teacher!
But I shouldn't have any illusions. He was an archidemon...
The insults ceased when he saw I was getting fat.
He was carving me into a dragon warrior, a dragon mage.
Then, one evening, in front of a fire where I was cooking wild animals (a skewer of horses...of beef (not the pieces, the whole animals...)), he spoke.
"Now that I've dressed you up, you have to make a reason: Your friends and family may reject you and become your enemy. Even if they still love you. They have a sense of the good and goodness of others and in that name they could eliminate or neutralize you, like locking you up in a well or a place from which you can never escape, or simply eliminate you.
They are afraid and I can feel it.
I feel and I see fear.
If you were a demon, how much easier it would be... ...but Tiamat wants to keep you that way.
But, from you to me, don't forget that she might change her mind if she asked me to make you a demon for your own good...
I didn't respond to those provocations."
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