Alucard rolls around in his sleep before sitting up and rubbing his head. He was sweating, his breath was heavy, like he was sustaining an injury, but he was healthy,

No, it wasn’t him, the issue was the dragon,

Hulking, sitting there, resting,

Alucard could feel the weight of him pressing on his chest,

He could feel the pressure,

Something he could unleash, if he was a little less better,

But for now Alucard could hold it in,

This dragon, this aura, what am I breathing?

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The dragon lets out a yawn, just waking up, he dreamt of the holy maiden, and when he woke up, he found he pooped out a cup,

A holy goblet, anyways, was breakfast ready yet?

“Dear Rosie! Is there food? Maybe some milk for my tummy, you know I love my mummy,” Jecember says,

Rosie walks in, lets out a sigh, “Can’t you wait, I have to feed the girls,” She says with a bag of bird feed, and a bag, to clean up chicken poo.

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Jecember lets out a sigh, calls out, “Bernard! Can you get breakfast ready? Cook up some sausages, we have to feed the customers,” He says.

Bernard smirks, “I think they would prefer chicken breast,” He says.

Jecember frowns, “No, not the girls. You know they’ll be dragons some day, on that day you’ll pay, I’ll tell them how uncle Bernard wanted to cook them up this day,” He says.

Bernard lets out a bitter smile, “Okay, let’s take it easy, how about some beef?” He asks,

“Hmm, maybe, how about some venison?" Jecember suggests, “Tell the men, its time to go hunting again,” He says,

Bernard raises an eyebrow, “But what about the customers? What will you sell them this day?”

Jecember laughs, “Some art, some poetry, a few good ideas,” He says, amused.

The walrus laughs, “Will they buy it?” He says with a chuckle,

Jecember smiles, “For the earnest, it will be worth it,” He says.

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Jarome Assal walks in, eyes wide, in anger at the dragon, “You beast!” He calls out, “Did you really do it!? Sell that blade!? Its was the Southern Gentleman’s!”

Jecember laughs, “I thought you’d be more worried about Rosie’s apple pie,” He says, amused.

Jarome frowns, “Trust me, she left me satisfied,” He says before getting back to business, “Anyways, who did you sell it to? Alucard? That green turd, what would he do with it? He doesn’t deserve it! Its power, he couldn’t handle it!” He calls out.

Jecember lets out a sigh, “Alas, he actually sold it to me, I’ve been trying to decide, where do you think he would put it?” He asks.

Jarome Assal frowns, “If he knew what it was… He would give it to his little sister,” he says.

Jecember smiles, “Alas, its mine now, should I still give it to her?” He asks with a chuckle.

Jarome’s eyes become red with envy, “You wouldn’t dare,” He says, “Just an overgrown cock, sell it to me, I’ll give you enough,” He says.

Jecember smiles, “How about a night of released inhibitions, and you can have it, go wild one night, can you handle it?” He asks.

Jarome’s eyes widen, “A wild night? Here? I wouldn’t do that to Rosie. You know I love the girl dearly.” He says.

Jecember smirks, “What about the little girl, the enchantress, Celine?” He asks, curious.

A mischievous light overcomes Jarome’s eyes, he looks up, asks, “What about the holy maiden?” He asks bracing himself.

Rage boils within the dragon, he breathes out a cloud of smoke, “Little panther, I would slit your throat.” He says.