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I was at the bottom of the hole, next to the lava. The pro elected people at my feet and the elected one above me laughing at us.

The priestess was trying to understand.

"But you're human, how can you be the devourer? And why do you need the only weapon that can stop a devourer?"

"Look, old friend, the truth is, I'm on holiday and I'm having a great time.

I don't care what your stories are, but I need that weapon too.

I'll help you out a little,

The eggs in the temple of Seth, it was me and my little sister!!!!!!"

!!!!!!. But that's impossible.!!!!!! The priestess cried.

"I'll teach you something, priestess, I was lucky to have a grandfather who allowed me to live and a monstrous and foolish father.

Who I had to run away from for years. Just because my parents are monsters doesn't mean their children are.

I need the weapon to kill my mother or take her away from me and my sister. The three of us are the devourer, but she's the one wearing the crown."

"But I don't get it."

"Look :

  Cast a wall of force to the ground.

And I step on the glowing lava to the great surprise of The Chosen One!

I grasp the sword and it glows red.

Then I come back to the priestess.

Look at your blade, it does nothing to me.

I grasp the sharp edge and my skin resists.

"You don't understand anything. Those who built this temple have mocked you for centuries.

Your weapon is actually a key to the real weapon."

The trap technology is too sophisticated to be human, yet it's well hidden. It's an enhanced illusion.

But... (Sighs)"

I was interrupted by movement in the dark.

And in draconia I understood.

" The pain! Go away, you're hurting me! Let me sleep. I want to die. Please, finish me off."

And under a stone armour with spikes embedded in his skin, scraped off his scales, I recognised the guardian.

All the men began to scream in fear...

In me there was only one crazy, chosen human, but all were afraid of the guardian...

The poor creature was mutilated to an unimaginable degree.

It was burned, its wings amputated, its tail severed and the membranes of its wings removed...

It was just a scar.

The poor dragon was the last living Earth dragon.

He was young but in forced hibernation by a mechanism that drained his blood and he was awakened by the mana and blood of the sacrifices that fed a reservoir below the chasm where he was.

The roars were cries for help when he was awake every moon.

What torture.

I said to him.

"Your ordeal will end. I'm not a chosen one. I'm the devourer, and I'm gonna take you with me. You're young and I'm going to heal you. Just hold on. Hold on."

Nah. The pain. Put the dagger back.

The Keeper was not free of his actions and obviously confused. He was caught between nightmare and reality. He was closer to a zombie than a dragon.

The constant pain must have driven him crazy.

"Darkia, are you following me?"

"Yes, Vermis. What do you recommend as my venom? So as not to kill him..."

"A powerful relaxant, inhibits his sensory nerves only. It will make him sleep."

But in the meantime the guard came at us.

I turned into a dragon.

First my tail suddenly sprang out, then my neck lengthened as my terrible teeth exploded in my mouth and my head took the shape of a red dragon. The bust, legs and wings followed.

I was now four times the size of the guardian.

Aaaaaaaaarghhhhh screamed the men' the chosen one and the priestess whom I did not give a damn about.

"The devourer!!!!!! "

Spades.

My sting stung the goalie, and the goalie collapsed in one fell swoop.

I love doing that:

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Groooooaarr, roar! It's useless, but it's good for a lot of things, like chasing away my frustrations.

I turn to the frightened feathered men:

"What do we do now? "as if to laugh in their faces.

We were looking at each other like dogs in bankruptcy, then suddenly I started laughing.

"Thank you, I had a really good time. Save some for my sister! Don't change a thing! It'll be a nice birthday present, I'll give you back the dagger when she gets it from the card. You'll put everything back, won't you?"

The chosen one and the priestess were shot. It was all for nothing.

The devourer was there humiliating them.

"Look, don't take this the wrong way but, I'm really the devourer but if I go into devouring mode, I might get out of hand and wreck everything. I've got nothing against you. But my people are your keeper's people. It's a shame to treat a dragon child this way. I would have eaten those who did this to him, but you are the first victims. Your ancestors were fooled by this temple, which is a farce. I don't want any worshippers. Like you, I want to be able to enjoy the sun, to roll fearlessly in the grass and raise children and live in peace.

All my life, we've had to run away from dragon hunters and slayers who have not done anything positive!

We've lost our world and we're going back to the stars to build our own. Some of us with a good heart have risked staying, but they're running away from my mother, the crown devourer.

If she comes, she will surely exterminate you. She wants us to merge with her and become the three-headed titan again. They destroy everything, not because they hate you, but because they fight and see nothing around them.

Everything ends up being destroyed.

My sister is also a devourer, but, like me, we have human blood in us and we are not evil by nature.

I'm Vermithraxa and Eva stayed on board. I was the dragon all along."

Flap, Flap, I jumped to the upper platform where the Aborigines scattered and I laid hold of the poor guardian.

"HAh, you worshipped the Quetzalcoatl? To bring him back.!!"

"He was right in front of you, right here for centuries. Poor kid. Look how you hurt him. Look how you hurt him! I ought to kill you for that. Humans are of no importance to me now."

I laid the poor creature before me and them and called Ricardo. Cut off those putrid straps. I'll give him first aid.

I returned the Dagger to Ricardo and the skins and straps were removed for a horrible sight. The creature was now just a wound.

It didn't have scales, but feathers. They had all been torn off to make magical ornaments, and gems had been inserted where the feathers and stems were.

He must have suffered martyrdom. Poor thing.

I shouted at the Indians: Wadding and disinfectant, and an army of red painted ants frantically threw themselves in search of first-aid kits.

I removed the stones and spikes in his spine point by point, but every stone I removed became a hemorrhage which I held in place with gauze and gave first aid. at every spike I removed. I had to keep mana to fight with and teleport if necessary.

You know, Pedro, I saved you from becoming an assassin because I cushioned the fall of the shuttle, sparing the passengers on board. But you became one for killing your brothers in a horrible death all for a knife that blushes and protects you from fire.

The most painful parts are in the skull and we would need a scanner...

I am transferring mana to relieve his body but he will need to eat a lot and rest.

"Doesn't anyone here know his name?"

But the Incas flocked to worship us, as I did not devour them.

"DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ME! I AM AND REMAIN A DEVOURER! I AM NOT A GENTLE DRAGON! JUST THAT HUMAN FLESH DISGUSTS ME AS A DRAGON, BUT I WOULDN'T BE SO SURE AS AN DEVOURER! GET OUT BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND! DO NOT TEMPT ME!"

When everyone got out, the passageways and doors were too small to get the Feathered Serpent out.

So I went into devouring mode and I growled and I blew up the temple like a volcano.

Stones weighing several hundred tons were thrown hundreds of meters away and I cleared the exit.

I wanted to devour the feathered dragon but I kept my self-control.

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

It was hard but the hunger was different this time, not hunger for flesh but for energy.

So I drank molten lava and it quenched my thirst. I didn't swallow but the heat made me feel good and I started to put one leg then the other into the lava and I didn't burn and it was like a good jacuzzi.

My height was titanic and I had to do in the 60-70 meters and I was rolling in the lava. I wasn't hungry anymore and I was starting to relax.

I rolled over and let out a kind of cooing and purring of satisfaction.

Mmmmm, if there was a glass with ice cubes and juice, it would be Byzantium...

My pores absorbed the energy and my temperature rose and I glowed and turned white and then my color changed to gold.

The men would flock back to see the devourer. I was feared for thousands of years. But I hadn't attacked anyone.

I was comfortable in my lava nest and people were frightened and begged for mercy so that I would not devour them.

I was full of energy there and I was in great shape.

I lay down like a cat and after walking around a bit in the dripping lava, drones and a shuttle were watching me. I didn't pay any attention to them and I got out of the lava.

and I got closer to the rock where the feathered serpent was resting.

I returned to my normal height of 25 metres and said, "Ahhh, that feels good! I feel great!

Then I turned to the priestess and the chosen one, scared to death!"

Don't worry, I've just devoured an excellent meal of molten lava! I'm in a really good mood.

I know how to heal infirmities, too! So if you want to make a deal, when I come back to refuel here, if you prepare me a few barrels of fruity rum and some snacks like salted meats, dried fruits and juices, I'll treat your incurable diseases for a few barrels per patient.

Mother Priestess: "Don't you want sacrifices?"

"I abhor violence! And eating humans is disgusting! I may have the shape and appearance of a monster, but that doesn't make me a monster.

I only kill in self-defense or in defense of my loved ones! Of course I kill for food, but we're talking about cattle here."

The priestess fell to her knees and said, "Wow, she thought the end of time was coming.

"But, High Priestess, you must continue your culture. I'm one of the three devourers. My sister's nice like me but the third one, my mother's on our heels and she can sweep you away like that! I need you as much as you need me. In a way you are lucky. Imagine if we were vicious and bad... The whole region would be on fire and blood.

For example, my father once burned down a village with all its people. Do you know why?

Because the color of the sky put him in a bad mood and he took his frustration out on innocent people."

we kept taking the gems out one by one. There were thousands of them.

I had to cast serial spells, and it was taxing my energy.

A medical shuttle arrived and inside was Volcano, coming to defend me.

"Volcano, what are you doing here? And you're bleeding everywhere! "

"I fought with Razorback to get here but I managed to knock him out! I used reinforced tarpaulins to keep him from cutting me with his sharp edges and when he struggled he threatened to kill me and when I told him that he was flatheaded because his egg must have been crushed and they were going to make an omelette out of him he went into a crazy rage and while he was struggling I hit him hard with my horns and knocked him out. I had to run out here!"

"Hahaha!" Crazy lovers!!!

"Who's that? Who's that?"

"A martyr!"

Help people set up the scanner, we need to see how this thing's embedded. If we remove it, the problem is the flesh has grown all around it and it'll kill him instantly.

My God, poor dragon... Yeah, the gem is embedded in the brain and if we remove it, half the brain comes out with it.

How are we going to do that?

We'd have to do a differential teleportation. But that would make a hole that'd fill with blood just as fast!

Either way, he needs a restoration!"

That was a puzzle.

In terms of mana, it was either the restoration or the teleportation. But if the transport caused a massive hemorrhage, I wouldn't have enough mana to do anything about it. I needed modern medicine! Luckily, Razorback had a neurosurgeon come in.

A makeshift tent was set up and surgery was performed. I cast his little spells of serial care on the surgeon's instructions to close the incisions one after the other and avoid destroying the brain.

The Incas, watched in amazement as humans and dragons knew how to work together and with the Devourer.

After five hours of surgery, the gem-set plate was removed and a plastic plate had to be put in to keep the skull in shape.

Surgeon: "There will probably be after-effects..."

Then I asked everyone to step away and let me concentrate.

RESTORATION!

The tail started to grow again, the wing membrane reappeared, dermal holes, feathers came out, horns grew where the plate was. Beautiful canines and scales appeared, the skin and flesh became firmer and before us was a magnificent creature. One of the most beautiful dragons that ever lived: A Quetzalcoatl! A winged serpent.

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The dragon woke up a little exhausted and said "ah, well, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

after a moment, the senses returning. He started to cry and moan again.

"Devourer, Devourer, don't leave me!"

I held the frail dragon against me and kissed and caressed it. Then he went back to sleep

How sweet it was. It was the last dragon from Earth! We managed to save him.

That was the treasure.

But, I don't know what happened to me next, but I took an indescribable hormonal whiff. An incredible need to reproduce!

Never before had a dragon made that impression on me. My whole body was paralyzed and burning like lava, but I was in more pain than lava.

I stood up trembling and ordered him to be taken to luna 1.

I let the Incas touch him, see and touch a Quetzalcoatl while he was alive. Then someone said something that pissed me off: "Can we get a feather?"

GRROOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR! Did I...

"I'LL KILL THE FIRST ONE WHO TRIES TO TAKE EVEN A STRAND OF FEATHER OUT OF HIM!"

The feathers are his skin!

But, sweaty and uncomfortable, I jumped into the boiling lava to remove and burn off the pheromones that were driving me crazy.

I gave Volcano a sideways glance, like, "Don't you dare touch it... you've still got a chance, and I'm not monogamous!"