In the Original Earth, the world of Ivan the Demon Lord and President of the USA unified of the Chaos..

Altrax took the lead and surrounded by 4 copper dragons, dressed in battle armor and displaying symbols of the army of Chaos, finally the American flag scarred with a cross of blood almost a star of chaos.

I kept my head down following the dragons towards the base of the obelisk. A huge skyscraper in the shape of a trident.

The gothic door was adorned with the 12 zodiacal dragons and underneath, the sculpted portraits of the infernal generals. And above, the Goddess Tiamat and under her paw, a smaller hydra and her family of dragons.

I stopped for a moment to admire the black beauty of the sculpture and the structure.

Altrax understood that this was the first time I had seen this.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"This is the first time I've seen this structure, what is it for?"

"You'll see it soon enough, but don't be afraid. As long as you obey, no violence will be inflicted upon you."

Emotions of fear and relief came over me and the golden dragon could only see that I did not have a mean or horrible background that was typical of my kind.

"Our dragon lord was also a dark dragon, yet he knew how to be loved by a family of golden dragons. Since then we have also been careful not to act hatively with the children of the shadows."

"But, Lady Altrax, how (She was amazed at my seductive and well mannered approach, very very much appreciated by the gold dragons) is it that such noble creatures as you are under the authority of his "Highness" (referring to Tiamat)"

She stopped and motioned to the other dragons to do the same, "rest" position.

"Our world was destroyed by war, ravaged by several waves of youkais, powerful Asian demons. Defeated here, they took refuge in Ethernia, allied with the queen of the ivory tower. By dint of playing with portals in all directions and all times, they ended up attracting a fleet, not an armada of bloodthirsty and conquering warriors who ended up destroying our world and enslaving an entire planet.

Allied with the United States, the dragons fled the ensuing nuclear holocaust and the remaining troops here and in our world submitted to the dragon lord, son of her "Highness" and Goddess of Darkness (not to mention evil). Married to the great granddaughter of Emperor Dracosire, we have followed our golden dragon emperor Sinistrar here on earth and the portals have been sealed. Our world is now closed, under the rule of his "Highness" but we are at peace and the infernal legions leave us alone. From time to time infernal dragons try to form couples with the locals. The best example is Hirrax, a half-demon dragon, concubine of our president for life and son of his "Highness".

We will see, in any case one of his concubines will receive you. It is an immense privilege because they have suffered the martyrdom and must still recover and especially mourn their friends and relatives who have disappeared. We are uprooted and the mana is only beginning to circulate and we have all suffered. Our health has been greatly disturbed and many of us are still weak. "

Then she placed a gem in a magic circle carved into the ground and the next thing we knew we were in Alaska.

When we came out, we were no longer in a trident structure but in the shape of a huge concrete Indian teepee, a building but not a skyscraper.

Nearby, a huge memorial with millions of names and braziers. And next to each name, a photo or a symbol indicating the race, the place of origin and the place where the unfortunate person died or disappeared, with a totem for the dead and a bird for the missing.

The rocket train that pierced the gate was also displayed as a museum and memorial piece.

All kinds of infrastructures were arranged in commemoration and remembrance of the events still present in all memories. The world was recovering and recovering from its wounds but different.

The earth was populated with fantastic creatures now and magic was coming back, but as an art and not as a weapon. Science was still prevalent. And the Dragon Lord was a science buff, despite all his knowledge of magic.

Then, we settled on a platform and a ship in the shape of an inverted U

We were transported in a kind of force field and we flew over a military zone where we could see thousands of planes straight out of science fiction and flying aircraft carriers.

They were bigger than aircraft carriers and could carry an armada each.

One of them had a terrible name: "The Inquisitor" and the other, being loaded, the "Repressior".

One of them had a terrible name: "The Inquisitor" and the other, being loaded, the "Repressior" [https://img.wattpad.com/8da0d1b35b8925feb4ec1db44112a0e9d80b6819/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f37376c33676e7572365151566a413d3d2d313038303131343735332e313638353266643231316666343434613235353031353031303537322e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Me: "What technology! What a magnificent ship!"

Altrax: "Don't rejoice too quickly. They were requisitioned by his "Highness" but in reality by ... I dare not say, but you understand... By the infernal generals...

They are instruments of death and conquest.

I, Bishop, though a specialist in ships, could not but notice the marvel of technology.

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Altrax: "They are equipped to produce their own portals and move from one dimension to another. They just need a beacon and they can cross with a very powerful army. But don't be fooled by appearances. The soldiers on it, if they look human, it's only the form, mandatory here. but released, they are real demons. None of them is a child of heart. The "weakest" ones, well not really weak but who still have a heart and a semblance of humanity are the 66th and 65th legion formerly commanded by Hirrax. She is loved by her men (demons) who support her. It is only through their successes and victories without massacres that they owe their survival within the army of Chaos. And Hirrax, against all odds, was raised and adopted by her "Highness". These are her only known facts of kindness. But her biological mother was a golden dragoness whom she just found alive and so she is also the great granddaughter of Sinistrar, our emperor, well ex emperor."

After these long explanations, we arrived at a ranch next to which there was the entrance to a seriously guarded underground complex.

Simple yurts were set up around the ranch, forming a small community.

Teepees and an Indian community had settled nearby.

I was surprised at the simplicity of the structures and the modesty of the place I was in.

Altrax: "The simple yurt is that of our Dragon Lord, a former demon lord. The entire empire of the demon Lord Bhaal has been relegated to the management of Sinistrar. Our Dragon Lord is exhausted and no longer wants to be involved in any form of violence, so he will probably listen to your message but the decision will be made by our draconic council. Then it will be submitted to Hirrax who will act as intermediary with our "Goddess". (Sarcastic expression, obviously the Arch Demon Goddess was hated by the Dragon Lords. They were victims and submissive in a golden cage, in fact...)"

Human soldiers were waiting for us on an external and covered terrace and the dragoness greeted an old retired man with a moustache, an old raincoat style colombo and his old car,an ancestor parked a little further.

The man, who still had all the presence of an officer who had been influenced by India and the British army, was standing and waiting for me.

Higgins: "Higgins... my name is Higgins... and he motioned for me to sit, well, to lie down on a huge carpet laid out for the occasion. There was nothing above my head, just the stars, the sun having just set.

Altrax sat next to me and Higgins seemed to be waiting for someone.

I saw a young man of 15-16 years old come out and join Higgins.

He was young and muscular but he generated an indescribable amount of pressure. I was crushed by his presence and wanted to bury my head in the ground to make it stop.

He signaled to Altrax who let out a little moan of love. Obviously the dracosire female seemed to adore the young man.

Then her smile and good mood changed and she almost looked at me and scolded me.

"We bow our heads and look down in the presence of our savior, God and Dragon Lord Ivan."

Anyway, I was unable to move.

"And we don't cut him off and speak only if he asks you a question!"

The young man was in jeans and a suede jacket, long black hair. but his shadow was monstrous. It was gigantic, as if he was a hydra. Yes, his shadow was weak but present, undulating and showing that he had five heads like the goddess of absolute evil.

He came down the steps and arrived right in front of me. He put his hand on my forehead, my muzzle almost buried.

"Young snake, I won't hurt you... I know you don't have a drop of blood on you and I already consider you a friend."

my heart jumped and tears of emotion flowed.

Immediately, The dracosire stood up and straightened my head, smiling.

"Everything will be fine, Bishop!" She was quiet to me, seeing that I was appreciated by the Dragon Lord.

Higgins asked for refreshments and food beloved by the golden dragons.

With a snap of the magic, I was reduced to human size, like Altrax, and we entered the yurt where the interior was much larger than the exterior.

A large living room where a lizard child was playing with his mother, who was preparing a meal for carnivores in the kitchen, a little further. It was a humble house like for an average citizen without any form of wealth or luxury.

Immediately I felt at ease, then the young lizard showed me his remote-controlled toy in the shape of...hydra "Wow, I'm the evil hydra.... and I'm going to cook the orcs to make chops!" And he attacked a green Hulk-like figure.

"You play the ORC shaman and I'll play DAD!"

The dragon lord was bent in half and then the lizard woman came scolding.. "Tristan!!!! Where are your manners?"

Then the dragon lord intervened: "It's my fault, mom...don't scold my little brother! I love playing with him!"

Higgins whispered to me "This is his adoptive mother...they live together"

I no longer saw the monster I had imagined.

"Mr. Bishop, I sense that you have been through a lot and your relationship to life and its things are familiar to me. Which I appreciate. I see in you an older man who has regained his youth but without convictions. You are also tired of life. The signs do not deceive."

"Tell me your story. I feel you have come a long way..."

Not knowing where to begin, I began to cry like a child.

A crying snake. Never before seen!

"Phobos! "

At this name, Ivan jumped.

"Phobos" disappeared... Tiamat obsidian!!!. Ahh, where to start?

Ivan widened his eyes and understood immediately.

"Mister Bishop, you are from an alter-world, aren't you? But that's impossible. The ways are sealed..."

"Our Tiamat tried to find a refuge for the Tibor. Our world was ravaged by yours with the portal cataclysm. Many people disappeared instead of being crushed by the moon which is dislocated, She took the destructive comet to save us. Then, now a portal has been activated on Phobos and hellish forces are surging on our world."

Ivan: "And what does this have to do with us?"

Tiamat fled with the last dragons. We... well I am the last one. I cursed myself for eternity in this body to save my fellow creatures from extinction, from the "purge".

And Tiamat opened a door to the alterm worlds and we could see the red ties between our world, yours and FAEYRUNE!"

Ivan looked down at the floor, defeated.

Then he tapped the ground with his heel

"Ahhhh, mother and her damn war...."

Then, in the sky, the "Repressior" could be seen taking off and disappearing into a plate, as if it were scanned.

"Shit!" cried Ivan.

Author: this made me think about Ivan human appearance and his famous racing bike

"My mother, the goddess Tiamat, the Infernal, has requisitioned my ships as reinforcements and surely Vulture or Demodragon must be behind this. I hate them both and they are the two face of sadism and cruelty. Demodragon being the worse and my instructor in the chaos army, I only see him as my tormentor.

Unfortunately, I only have authority here and I have no say in her infernal affairs and I also owe her a favor for not putting a friend of mine to death. She will never listen to my request. These two generals are real leeches and maintain the Infernal reputation.

I have this world spared from their madness but if I deviate, who knows if they will take revenge on my loved ones and fellow humans."

"And what can I do? Your Highness?"

"Throw all your wealth into a black hole at the foot of a trident. That will calm her wrath and the areas that paid the Djizya may be spared.

Only the tax on life can bend the demons." This information alone could cost me or a loved one a lot of money...

You see, these dragons of good alignment. It's only because of me that they don't go to pieces.

I'm a hydra too, but I've kept my human heart."

Ivan squeezed my paw between his two hands. And I understood the importance of my coming.

They will plead for the stop of the invasion but, in the palm of my hand, I had a scale that he had given me in secret.

I took advantage of his hospitality for a while. Everyone knew that it was impossible for me to leave "Normally".

I had only the argument that I was born in this world and lived in an alter-world.

Ivan was a good Hydra and it was with sorrow that I had to separate from them. They had touched me and I also aspired like them, to this form of happiness where race was no longer an obstacle to live together and in peace.

Not all dragon lords were brutes.

Then, sure of not being followed, I entered in reduced size, in my old sensory isolation chamber used for my first passage.

And, when I woke up, I was in my bunkerized base, greeted by a giant dragoness. Bichnine.

I was home, still holding the hydra's scale.

I knew it was a grimoire but also a beacon for him to come here to save us one day...