(Sorry guys couldn't keep my promise of two chapters before going to Italy. There was just to much to do. I had this chapter yesterday ready but simply forgot to post. Please don't hate me!)

(Anyway, enjoy!)

We enjoyed each others company and warmth. A feeling of security and serenity spread through my chest as we laid next to each other.

Time seemed to flow endless whenever we were together. Life was perfect.

But alas everything has come to an end. I myself should have known it the best. I was so stupid, so naive. I simply ignored the signs; omens of a future disaster.

I was stupid and would love to hit myself over and over for it.

Gods are fickle beings. They laugh, they cry, they love, they hate. They do everything that humans do. A god is not an emotionless object, on the contrary. Our enormous powers turn us into beings filled with jealousy and distrust. We hold dear onto our immortal life. Yes it goes that far that family, friends and lovers all perish in the face of keeping our immortal lifes.

I was a prime target for those gods. I, the being that will bring ruin to existence. I was a curse to them, I was their bête noire. I was a threat that had to be eliminated.

Gods were constantly contesting over higher positions, they wanted to achieve the apex of power, but I was an irregular. I was born with power, power to destroy everything. Nobody could contest my position.

I was the sovereign of gods. And this unnerved the gods. They knew they would perish in some point of time and I would be the cause.

They damned me but all they could do was grind their teeth and swwallow their pride.

Bonus question! You want to know why dragons came into existence? It is very simple: They were created after my image, so far so good, FOR THE GODS TO VENT THEIR ANGER ON THEM!

Dragons were no lofty and arrogant creatures, they were the Gods' punching bags! The Gods were simply so frustrated by me they had to create a weaker 'Me' to aliviate their anger. They were fucking perverts!

I was not only the ruler of gods but also unintentionally the primeval dragon.

I knew they couldn't touch me, so 'why worry' you might ask. The problem was that I commited a grave mistake. A mistake that costed me my life and destroyed those around me.

I loved.

I loved without reservations.

But love makes you weak. Some people might say that this statement is false. I tell you. It's not!

Yes, YOU might grow stronger from love; the urge to protect those that stand behind you, rely on your strength, this is what makes you achieve the pinnacle of power! But the moment someone breakes you or bypasses your defense you are fucked!

It's as simple as that.

I became stronger for the sake of Yvydtia but at the same time she became my weak point. My only weakness was my love.

The mountain top is lonely. It is lonely but at least you are out of reach of those under you.

But the moment you throw your rope down to pull your treasured ones up you become vulnerable. The worst is, once you fall you take the others with you.

You have a responsibility to protect, to shield these people from danger and love makes it all the more difficult to preserve this responsibility.

And I couldn't keep this responsibility up.

It was a few thousand years after we first loved. We couldn't get enough from each other and spent our lifes together in harmony. I the god of destruction and Yvydtia the goddess of beginning. We were in some sense the perfect pair as opposites attract each other.

But the Gods didn't see it that way.

I noticed it when we travelled to a new world. The Gods that looked at me in contempt directed these same gazes not towards me but towards Yvydtia. They sneered and scowled whenever she passed by. Her beauty was insulted and she was branded as the devil's wife. She was impure in the Gods' eyes.

I corrupted the gods' views towards my love. It was beacuse of me that she turned into the new target of hate.

Though some Gods had a different opinion. I was the cause for her behaviour. I forced her, I blemished her pure heart and turned it into the color of my scales. Pure black.

They thought I cursed her, drugged her or whatever excuse they could find for a person like Yvydtia to pair up with someone like me.

The Gods understood how unreasonable they were when they blamed Yvydtia, when they insulted her. Their hate was once again focused on me, stronger and more deadly than ever.

I was now more than just the end. I was a corruptor. I would take the good in people and destroy it, replacing it by sin.

I was turned from God to Devil.

This unstable mass of hate and simple minded madness soon turned into violence. Some Gods tried to server the bonds between me and Yvydtia, wanted to make her theirs. Others attacked her, praying for a better afterlife for her, some kind of salvation.

But most of them directed their attacks at me. They wanted to use their combined powers to kill me. Unfortunately for them nothing worked out. I was an impregnable fortress, as well as equipped with deadly weapons.

One single swipe of my talons annihilated them, a single smash of my massive tail smited their bodies, my fury enriched inferno stripped the flesh from their bones and yet I was not all mighty.

We were just silently spending our lifes for ourselves. The planet we loved on was our home, a safe haven just for us.

It was then that their attacks subsided and I became careless. I could still remember the view of the firmament on the fateful day.

The thousands of stars were replaced by countless of figures. Some big as mountains, others smaller than a normal human. But they all had a divine radiance in common.

Millions of Gods gathered, even the primordials that stood on the same level as myself were visible in the back.

They held neither hostility nor beningity in their gaze; indifference in one word – for those that had eyes –.

Syneus, Collosus of Chaos and Ruin. A black golem with lava veins permeating through his body and thousands of rainbow colored crystal globes on his blackened head.

Yorixia, Goddess of Creation. A slender green haired beauty. She wears a hazelnut brown robe made of seemingly wood. She has four smaragd green eyes and dark brown antlers on her head.

Arumus, God of Time. An old man with a long golden beard and silver hair. He has two faces, each with three silver eyes, and a long silver robe with blinding golden runes on it.

Gyrtyx, Obelisk of Space. A tall white pillar with a sole red orb in the middle. When he gets serious he transforms into a white metallic construct equipped with lethal weaponry, such as giant energy blasters that rival even my dragon breath and other deadly armament.

Be'ehmis, Avatar of Predation and Hunt. A giant sky blue wyrm. His massive, wing-and limbless body stretches for millions of miles. With sharp grey spikes on his back and a blue halo on top of his two massive heads he does look quite divine.

I didn't dislike those guys, I could even say I was a friendly rival of Be'ehmis – the only one that could reach my power level – . He was after all a natural law such as myself so we always tried to outpace each other with our strength.

Secretly I was dissapointed by him being here. I didn't expect Be'ehmis being somebody that enjoyed mindless slaughter and the humilation of fellow Gods. I hope he was forced by the other overgods, at least.

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The fight was simply, brutal. It was a massive slaughterfest of millions of Gods, returning every time with even higher numbers. I deafeated them all in the end, all the while defending Yvydtia with my wings.

The planet we called our home, this peaceful ball of earth and dirt, was turned into a sea of blood and limbs. Masses of flesh and bones were scattered, pulverized bones suffocated the lungs and rivers of blood poisoned our home.

It was an apocalyptic scene.

My body was aching all over, the relentless onslaught of Gods took a great tool on me. I could feel my scales breaking all over and the membrane of my wings was already cut down multiple times.

Regenerating this kind of damage would take some years.

At least I survived it all. I thought.

It was only a slight flash in my vision, nearly unnoticable by my tired eyes but perceivable nonetheless. A blue blur tore through my body.

'Be'ehmis you bastard!'. I thought to myself. A huge hole gaped in my chest and behind me was a giant wyrm nibbling on black flesh, giving me victorious grin.

The strong prey on the weak after all. He was this natural law so his behaviour was somehow excusable.

But he was not the only one.

Syneus moved from his position. He was slightly slower but still fast enough to tear space apart. His fist came crashing down on my skull. It was a sickening feeling. My scales did not simply break, they fell into a chaotic state, deforming and withering away in the process. A truly dangerous attack.

I reached out for him, rather than reaching out I simply swiped him away. My large obsidian claw split the dimension apart and sliced right through him. A black liquid spew forth and I could see his flickering crystals dying down.

'One down!'. I thought satisfied to myself. My hopes were crushed.

A golden light encompassed Syneus. It died down immediately and was replaced by the giant image of a clock. His body fused back together and his 'eyes' turned lively again.

I gave Arumus a murderous look. 'This bastard!!!'.

They were simply that weak. They could not fight me head on, except Be'ehmis; but that guy seemed satisfied by just ripping a piece of me apart. A good fellow after all.

Syneus moved his arm like a piston, each punch disintegrating more and more of my defenses. His punches were accelerated by Gyrtyx warping space around them. A terrifying combo.

Arumus could try to wither my scales away by making them age but this won't work on an immortal being such as myself. Rather it only works on lower Gods or demigods. In the end he was nothing more than support.

Gyrtyx on the other hand switched between offense and support, bombarding me in a wide array of explosions and high energy beams. (When I talk about explosions I talk about supernova level.)

In the end Arumus exhausted himself and thus Gyrtyx and Syneus were accumulating fatigue.

'HA! Can't beat me even with four people?!'. I admit, I did act a bit arrogant and this arrogance was directly beaten out of me

Yorixia moved her slender arms, making hundreds of lush green trees sprout from the ground. The trees had pulsating red fruits, elemental essence and energy was literaly spilling with each bite.

Arumus, Gyrtyx and Syneus each took a few fruits for themselves. With their capacity charged up they began another round of 'whack a mole', or rather 'whack a dragon'.

The beating took an insane five days! Five days of shielding Yvydtia and at the same time enduring excruxiating pain.

“Stop please, leave me!“,“Just fight for yourself!“,“I can't watch any longer!“. These were only a few of many phrases with which Yvydtia tried to convince me in abandoning her. Of course I didn't accept any of these; It was sink or swim for us.

Five days. After five days my defenses were completely depleted. Welled flesh between broken scales poked out here and there all over my body. My wings were torn apart; membranes, muscles and bones, nothing was sparred. My black blood created a small lake around us. From above it looked like an inkblot in a red sea.

Alas my body was indestructible, a blessing that turned into a curse.

My tired eyes could only watch in despair as they dragged Yvydtia away from below my protective wings.

She tried to struggle but with only a slight glimpse at my beaten body she decided against it.

They used her as sacrifice... Tore her soul out, branded her body in scars and used her emotions as a catalyst to entomb me. Amplyfying her protective emotions towards me they created a prison out of her compassion.

By imprisoning me she protected me at the same time, I couldn't break out and they couldn't break in. As a being that lives for eternity I really couldn't care less about being locked in one place for billions or trillions, nay, even googols of years. But what I couldn't bear was the loss of my only love. She was a unique soul, a being that would never come back again in any of the countless cycles to come.

I just realized it when they confined me. I would never see someone like her again. That was it; the end...

For a long time I couldn't even feel anymore. What was there to 'feel', it was not just the realisation of losing your soulmate, but the realisation that there will never be someone like her again. My heart died with her and so did a vast array of emotions inside of me.

I struggled in my prison, I wanted to break free, but I couldn't. I simply couldn't destroy this prison, not because of a lack of power, no I recovered it ages ago inside the prison, I just couldn't bear to destroy the last remains of Yvydtia. She herself was the prison, breaking free was equated by killing her off completely.

It was the end for me, my body was fine but vollition and mind were collapsing. I shut my eyes and waited.

“M...ter! Maa...rr! Massstt...r! MAAASSSTTTER!“. My eyelids swung open when a foreign voice entered my ears.

I looked around. 'A wasteland?'. It was inconceivable. How did I end up in a barren plain?

I gazed at the horizon only to stumble with my eyes over a horde of undeads. 'Oh right.... So it was all a dream?!'.

That's right. After being wounded I had to recover from the shock and the intense damage on my fragile body.

A dark figure was looming over my head. Its misshapen face looming over me.

“Ohy *cough* wraith guy. What happened? *cough* *cough*“. I tried to ask in a more than just husky voice.

“Maaasstter you weeere asleeep for fiiifty-two sundowns.“. I just stared disbelieving at the wraith. It was true my condition wasn't the best but fifty-two days?! What the heck is this body made of? Glass?!

I rubbed my temples with my bony hands. 'How did they even manage for so long?'. I gazed again at the wraith. He only responded to my gaze and tried to smile the best he could.

'What a guy...'. I tried my hardest to get up, hanging one arm around the wraith's shoulders.

“So, any idea to what we should do?“. I asked the wraith. I had the feeling I will spend some bit of my time with that guy, so why not make friends with him?