Ahhhh, fuck it tickles. Well, I'm not the type to flinch even if my arm got cut off but some of the fun of the hunt is bitching about how everything went to shit. Not that everything went to shit but arr fuck its cold. So the old man's death. Ah ah ah it stings shit. That found. Drowned him in the water by his fishing spot. He lasted a bit longer than expected and it took a bit longer than I thought it would for him to drop his guard but hey that's just how things go I guess. Well, I dumped his body under the ice but his fucking pants got stuck so I thought it would just be easier to break the ice it was caught on.

The hole fucking ledge cave in. So not only was the female alerted to my presence and started to run. Well, I fell in too so she had a head start. I chased her for a bit she seems to out of shape. When I caught up arr fuck she hit me with a fucking crossbow bolt. And stupid fucking me thought I'll just deflect it with my hand. Honestly speaking I did punch an arrow out of the sky. Honestly for a human body with no training just the fact I can do that is amazing in its own right. Still, I hate that my first approach was to punch it. Not doge like a sane person but ‘i'll just shatter the arrow out of the air’. Dam well after step two a crossbow probably won’t be a match for me.

Well, I broke her nose so I think it's even. But you know what happens when your hit by a cross bolt. You fucking bleed. And blood attracts wolves. Then you kill the wolves with a rock you found but ah ah ah one bites you one the leg and another on the neck and ah ah ha she's so fucking heavy. But you know what's the worst part. My clothes are now wet and it feels odd. And I smell like blood. But that's not so bad. I’m a little, tiny bit turn on by the smell.

I look around me. In my hand is a rope connected to a sledge with a woman tie on it. Other than that theirs white snow or a line of red snow. Ok, a small line of red snow. The snow only makes it up to my ankles now. Anyway, the thing I need to do is just up ahead. It's also inside a cave so it’s probably warmer than this. I also make some traps for the pack of wolves that's been following me for a while. Anyway, I should probably hurry up before a larger predator gets my sent. Ahh, it feels so weird. Fucking clothes I didn’t need to wear this when I was a dragon. Fuck now that I think of it the humans back then didn’t wear much either. They had furs and things. The elves did. Fucking elves. I’m sure clothes are their fucking doing. Ok, we're here sleeping beauty.

I tap the side of the female face. Her mouth is gagged. I don’t like the noise. Ok, laughter has its high points but sometimes I just want everyone to shut the fuck up. This is one of those times. Not that sleeping beauty will be laughing. Ah, can I keep calling her sleeping beauty now that she awake… yeah, I’m sure it's fine.

I enter the cave still dragging the human female… shouldn’t I just use woman instead of human female…yeah ok, I dragged the woman into the cave with me. Its entrance is hidden behind a rock and a little way inside its interior it opens up to a perfect 20 meter by 20 meters by a twenty-meter cube. And on the other end, there is what appears to be a door. I make my way past that door. And on the other side there a ritualist altar inside a structure that gives of a holy feeling. It's a shine of types but its not a place where you come to worship God the fuck. But where you come to worship meeeeeeee! But manly to worship my love.

She had a large following at one point. She wanted to destroy the world yeah ok it is like her favourite thing to say. But every act of creation is first an act of destruction. Plus it wasn’t like she wanted to kill everyone no just destroy the world. What that's the same thing ok ok I can see how many would miss interpreting her beliefs.

Above the altar, there's a painting. It's a beautiful painting of two dragons interlocking in a vortex-like manner. Both of their jokes are open. One is trying to eat the sun the other the moon. One is a black dragon the other is red. The only black dragon ever born was me so it's clear who this painting is about. It's me and red. Fucking perverts. To a human that must look amazing to a dragon, it's us fucking.

So our cutest cults decided to draw us fucking huh. Well I mean I'm still hanging the painting in my room later but you know. It's a beautiful image. Still, another would have called that my greatest battle. I won by the way he he he.

Ok, I get it's supposed to be mean something and fuck it's honestly amazing how much detail they put in. But honestly, all I see is us fucking. I wonder if they have more paintings of use somewhere. Ahh now that I think about it doesn’t the church have like a vault where they keep records of ‘ the false god’ that I’m sure they're a beautiful painting of her in all her forms. Ohhh right there also that ancient civilisation. If they have documented and a church dedicated to me then I'm sure they must have a fucking art gallery for her. I need to add this to my ta do list. The great and holy quest of finding our porn I mean holy literature. Yes, this is a quest to find holy literature. Ok, still it's a beautiful painting.

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I mean I always knew I was a handsome dragon and she was definitely the best dragoness… shit is that the word. Well, she wasn’t a dragon but that just confuses me more. Considering there's only like a few dragons at any time. Couples are rare for us. I mean we can reproduce but it takes forever. Well, a dragon can reproduce with another dragon. Half breeds are impossible. Well not impossible as I shall prove during step two. And she wasn’t a dragon. She was a high elf. A simply elf with an obsession with the colour red. But fuck she was strong. This world used to have one single continent. Then she cut it in half when a fucking priest of the fuck of a god question her power. She cut the fucking world in half. What do you call that if not god?

Ok, maybe not the whole world but still. What she did was simply broken. And no ok a normal high elf has the strength of a sword king or a king class. Most high elves use spears so it would be spear king. Well, to put it in perspective they didn’t even have a word for my level of strength and a could blow up a mountain in a single strike of my hand.

Ok so keep in mind that my level of strength was and has never been reached before. Then some random high elf that you have never heard of just cuts the content in half to prove a point. This same elf says she will kill a god and end the world. You can see why most people didn’t take to well to her. Well, that was the beginning of the end. When a sword king talks about destroying the world then it’s scary but it not like they actually will. But someone cuts the hole worthen says she will destroy the world. Then the world has a problem.

I stare at the painting. In the painting, I'm trying to eat the moon. Ha, that's a funny story actually. She got drunk and tried to pick a fight with the sky. Honestly, it was a priceless moment.

As I'm trying to eat the moon her eyes are focused on mine. Our bright red eyes. Fuck the pain. Ahh, this fucking arrow. That's why there's tears man. Fuck I love this painting. I'm going to hang it over my bed so I can study its details before I go to sleep. Ahh, shit the tears just keep coming. Ok ok, it's ok. Time to do that yeah. Human sacrifice. I can steal the painting later. But I need to see her again. If it feels like an eternity to me. I can’t even imagine whats it's like for her. An elf's sense of time is different from dragons. To me an eternally is like a week. Well, I guess I'm just a normal man nowadays.

Ok sleepy beauty time to do your bit. In the name of love.

*****

My name is ?????? and today I watched my father get drowned by a monster. A monster that I couldn’t run from. A freak I couldn’t kill. A creature that doesn't flinch when an arrow pierces his heart. A being that rips bolts out of the air with its bear hands. Something that follows me no matter how far I run. Something the only ever gets closer.

When a wolf bites through his neck. When he bled so much there was no more blood to bleed. As he pulls me and a sledge through ten hours of heavy hail. As he turned pale. As his legs began to shake. He is a creature that goes through this without a change in expression. It's terrifying. Normal men feel fear. They get scared. Pain hurts them. But this fucking thing clearly can’t be human. It's fucking wrong. I can tell. When we made eye contact those deep red eyes. Those blood colour horrors. It's all wrong. This isn't how life was supposed to be oh please god PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO DIE TO THIS THING PLEASE!. God, please. At least let me die at the hands of a man, not a monster. Even a wolf is better.

I was thrown on top of some scary table. Please oh please not like this. Please… right, this is a bad dream right oh please tell me this is a bad dream. God please not me. I don’t want to die please god it's turning black. Is this death. Oh, there's a knife in ?? chest. It feels ????. Is ???? death it's kinda?

“ hmmm was this how it was supposed to go?”