Bichnine, in the bunker, in dragon form: "Honey... it's dangerous! If they catch you! Let me go with you.."

Bishop was determined.

"I rebuilt this lens. I'll be able to get into their dimension and find out a little more. Why, to ask for help. I have an idea... Tiamat talked about the Demon Lord protecting humans from his mother... Let's give it a shot!"

Bichnine, a beautiful ruby dragoness hugged her husband... "All these years I've been happy with you, but when will it end? when can we finally live in peace?

Bishop: "There's another me out there and there's another Bichnine... He is also a scientist like me... He will understand!"

Bichnine: "What if it's a paradox??? You will disappear!"

Bishop . "We are the ones who will disappear if we don't do anything."

He entered, as a human, into a room where a sensory isolation chamber was installed, surrounded by cables and monitors.

A resonator, identical to the one installed on the aegis, but smaller was underneath.

Amber appeared underneath and engulfed the box.

The next moment, Bishop was gone.

The dragoness broke down in tears and clutched her husband's scarf.

"Be careful, my love.."

He arrived in the cellar of his former residence, where he had been born decades before.

He came out of the cellar, an old abandoned box behind him.

There was a lot of dust, as if the house had been abandoned years before.

He reached the ground floor. But the house was still in good condition. Some old people had lived there all their lives but had run away from something.

Many of the houses were abandoned, as if some of the population no longer existed.

He went out, bathed by the sun.

He was bathed by the soft and comforting heat.

In front of him, the beach, the west coast.

The breeze caressed him.

"Finally, I'm home...."

tall grass filled the lawn and the woodwork was in serious need of a lick of paint.

He watched the birds cut the sun, the seagulls screaming and laughing.

How peaceful it was.

But then he looked up at the sky and saw white streaks, a sign of aircraft activity and human life.

For a moment, he thought .... it is peaceful.. No fire or red sun...It still looks untouched.

He looked at his watch and tablet and did some calculations... Yes...I haven't changed times...I'm still in the present. And this is Los Angeles...

Suddenly, he fell to all fours and transformed into a dragon of darkness and looked a bit like Jinx, a large wyvern.

He spread his wings, marveling at each transformation, regaining his lost youth...

Suddenly, he rose into the air and decided to head for the city to see how the possessed world had become.

He saw a city with its activities, the noise of cars and trucks, but what had changed were black skyscrapers with a trident at the end, also black, without windows.

Infernal symbols were engraved on them.

Trucks drove in and out empty from the base of the tridents, which gave off a purple glow.

But other than that, nothing unusual.

Then... he saw that he was above a road and some passers-by were looking at him and going on their way as if nothing had happened.

????

People are not afraid????

He landed in a suburb, in a dragon, and approached a bar-cafe with terraces overlooking the bay.

A passer-by hailed him. The view is beautiful, isn't it, Mr. Black Dragon...

Bishop was shocked.

People were not surprised.

"I won't hurt you," he promised.

"I know, we're used to dragons... they sometimes come to eat here, the view is impeccable for them.."

A waiter waved his hand to Bishop

"Come on, the house offers you a drink! "

Bishop approached the café.

"This is the first time I've seen you...you're not from here?"

Bishop was embarrassed.

The people looked peaceful...this was not normal...

The waiter had dropped off a bucket of beer...

"Local specialty, on the house... Sir?"

"Bishop...my name is Bishop.."

"This is the first time I've seen a black wyvern...it looks like a snake...but they're extinct...it's a legend...And only our president is a black dragon... "

Bishop: "President?"

The man frowned...obviously the dragon didn't know about this and it was getting worrisome and he began to get scared.

Bishop felt the tension rising.

"I was born here years ago and I'm rediscovering the area...I'm not aware...do dragons live free with humans?"

The bartender, suspicious...

"Our president is Ivan, the demon Lord! "you are not from here... All dragons know him. Have you come looking for trouble?"

The man was ready to call the police...

Bishop. "No, I don't want to get into trouble...please."

The bartender sighed...

"The dragons left their fantasy world to take refuge here. There was a great war between our world and Eternia. Humanity was going to lose to the Japanese Imperial Amaea and its Demon Hakumen No Mono and his 9 generals. He was defeated by the Demon Lord who gathered the remaining US troops under the banner of the Army of Chaos. Our world joined the army of Tiamat the infernal and mother of Ivan, our president.

We live in peace and the demons leave us alone. We depend on the 59th and 60th legions as well as on the 58th and 57th under general Hirrax.

Otherwise, the world is united. There are no more nation states. Each ancient state is led by a Dracosire, they enforce justice and order. Humans are no longer involved in politics, except for one representative per town or village that they elect, either dragon or human.

But people prefer dragons... there is no more corruption and finally, we live happily. There is no more poverty either...

Bishop began to cry...

"Can we contact your president?"

Barmen: Not directly, but we can get a message to him via a dragon at the people's house.

Bishop: "How do we find it?"

"By the tridents..." You can't miss them.

But what are these structures?

"Tiamat, the infernal goddess has spared our human world and her life tax is here at its lowest, but we worship her and beg her to forgive us. Her rage and anger against humanity is divine. Here we pay her the Jizya, the tax of the right to live. And those who cannot pay, serve her as best they can.

But thanks to Ivan, we do not live in fear anymore. Fortunately, he does not grow old.

Bishop: "And General Hirrax?"

"She is his concubine, his second wife, but she is also a demon, a halfling... She does not devour humans and she keeps the tyrants and monsters of the other legions away from us..."

Bishop: "Thank you dear friend... I will come back here, I promise!"

And Bishop flew away, towards the trident.

But as he approached, he felt the pressure and the fear intensify.

The powerful aura of the arch-demon emanated from that horrible structure.

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It was an infernal trident. The size must have been at least 200 meters high and like any skyscraper, it showed everyone that this world, at peace, was only because of the Demon Lord's pleas to his mother Tiamat.

It was like a helipad, but with a dragon drawn on it instead of the H. It was a place where dragons could take off and land.

In the stores, there were huge entrance doors everywhere, at least in the modern buildings. Sometimes a dragon would come out, crawl into a square and fly away.

People were unperturbed.

Bishop finally landed on the square and walked towards a building guarded by 2 bronze dragons.

Police symbols were on their sleeves, helmet and tail. They had a cap that showed their horns and a microphone could be seen in their acoustic vents.

They immediately tensed up when they saw the black wyvern, a cross between a serpentine and a dragon.

But seeing no signs of aggression, they let the dragon in.

Bishop was sweating and dying of fear.

"First time here?" asked one of the guards.

"Uh, yeah... It's been years..."

One of the guards pressed a button and the door opened.

In the hall, there were mosaics showing a black dragon confronting a nine-tailed demonic fox and everywhere, one could see its exploits and especially, a portrait of a five-headed hydra, supported by another hydra, smaller and surrounded by its family, the men kneeling and submitting before the majestic dragons.

Bishop: "What a price for humanity.."

At the end of the hallway, a huge bronze door, guarded by a copper dragon.

At the sight of my presence, he straightened up, beckoned me to sit down, dragon style, and entered the room guarded by a huge door.

They opened and a huge room, full of computers, humans and books covered the walls. In the background, a portrait of the Demon Lord Ivan and an American flag, scarred with 3 claws of blood. Symbol of the United States of Hell, the US army of Chaos.

A golden dragon, huge, in the 25 meters was leaning on a screen.

Humans were working with him to oversee the administration of the city.

Considering the team, it was a lot of work but less than in my world. Everything had been simplified.

The humans spoke in Draconian... They had to learn...

The copper dragon whispered to me.:

"Careful, she's a golden dragoness and a draconian. She is a lord. Be careful how you address her!"

"I've been a dragon for a few months...."

Silence...

The dragosire raised her head... Nothing escaped her.

Her aura exploded violently.

.

The dragons of darkness being the enemies of the golden dragons...

The humans left their seats and "fled" through the side arches, leaving the guard and the Dragosire alone with me...

I was knocked down, but not being of bad alignment, the attack did not disturb me.

Slowly, I raised my head to see the dragosire.

Altrax: "You don't belong here!"

And 3 more copper dragons entered the room.

I could only assume a posture of submission.

The dragon stood up and came within claw and tooth range...

I didn't dare to look at it.

Silence...

"I... I am Bishop...."

"LOOK ME IN THE EYE!"

And I slowly raised my head.

"I thought the snakes had all been eliminated..."

"Sire... I have an urgent message for your Demon Lord..."

Altrax smiled...

"You are changing the subject..."

"It is because of Tiamat..."

At the mention of this name, the golden dragon became visibly enraged... This name could not be said lightly... it was forbidden... Taboo... one had to say his excellence...

"Tiamat sent me..."

Altrax: "Stop lying.... your species is cursed and stinks of lies."

And a blue sphere appeared next to the golden dracosire.

"It's not yours, but our goddess! Tiamat Obsidian!" I shouted angrily.

Altrax: "Blasphemy!"

The draconian crushed his tail on my head and I fell backwards, unable to fight or resist. I could only fly and move.

"Please, lord... I am a scientist... I am not a warrior... I was human. I come to call for help!..."

The dracosire hesitated, but had its paw on my head.

Altrax: "The president is busy with his family, restoring our world. He is recovering from the war."

I was obviously not too aware of this and it showed.

Alrax took off his paw, "You obviously don't know anything about this place.

I was enraged.

"I've come to beg you to stop, to leave us alone.

The dracosire thought for a bit and saw that his lie detection sphere remained blue and that I was sincere.

Telepathically, the dracosire called for colleagues and the response was immediate.

He looked at the four bronze dragons. Take him to the obelisk!

"But??"

"Mr. Bishop... we are taking you to the military command center. your story is disturbing and obviously your species no longer exists. Our world is sealed and you are obviously a threat. We need to know more! Do not try anything foolish and no harm will come to you."

It was a bad start.

Meanwhile, back at the hunting lodge.

"Come on, Grace, spread your wings... JUMP!"

And Grace, on the roof of the hunting lodge jumped toward the pond and, o surprise, hovered and ended up on the bank on the other side.

I, Connors, clapped along with Dad. "Not bad, Not bad!"

Then it was my turn. The two of us didn't dare go on the roof for fear of collapsing the structure.

Then, I jumped and... I ended up in the water, a few meters away.

"Cheater...!"

Grace stuck her tongue out at me! "A wyvern flies better!"

I came back up and started flapping my wings this time and... I ended with a side splash, I had mixed up my wings and arms...

Actually, I wasn't used to it yet but Grace and Dad were bent over... I had flapped my front legs instead of my wings and it was hilarious.

Then it was Grace's turn to flap her wings and she flew past the pond and up over the trees and back. she ended up in the water.

We laughed... "Your landing needs to be revised but good job!"

We tried again and I started to fly too.

Then we went around the pond and we finished face first in the water.

Grace laughed a lot and, since her transformation, she found the smile.

Dad too, happy to see us happy again.

Then, Grace asked me. "Well, let's do it again! Eh???? Connors? Are you coming?"

But I was head down in the water, my legs and arms were spread out and I wasn't moving.

I was like numb, paralyzed and suffocating. I was drowning...

Grace jumped into the water and hit me, but there was no reaction.

Panic overcame her.

SORRY! CONNORS!

FREROT!!

And she and Daddy pulled me out of the water with great difficulty and they put me on my side. I groaned, half-conscious.

"EEEEEEEEEEhhhhh"

And I spat out water.

Weakly:" Help... I can't move... almost"

I was like a frozen reptile.... slow movements, very slow, just to curl up.

Grace: "Connors? What's going on...???"

Me: "I.... I don't know...I ...everything is like lead....I'm sleepy...."

Grace, torn... "Hold on...don't fall asleep...DADDY! DADDY! Call for help!"

Dad called the emergency room through his smartphone and Professor Maltezer...

Half an hour later, an army helicopter arrived.

It had a red cross on it and a winch was lowered and I was strapped in like a horse.

Half-conscious, I saw my sister flying behind the helicopter and holding on as best she could in flight.

I was proud of her, but I was also afraid for her, for mom and dad.

I was put on the ground on a wagon to transport the horses to a veterinary center and it was loaded on a flatbed truck.

They made sure my wings didn't get hurt and I entered a huge room, then large hallways and finally an emergency room.

Grace came in gasping for air and collapsed...

Several dozen minutes later, my parents arrived by another helicopter.

In the meantime, doctors examined me and looked at my eyes for trauma, a ruptured aneurysm, or any other reason that could have put me in this state.

"We're going to do a CT scan on you!"

I was tied up like a sausage to fit into a horse tube and, with the height and weight limit, finally entered the machine.

I was immediately released, but even with the high temperature, I could not recover my strength. I was groggy, numb.

Grace held me between her winged paws... "It's okay... it's ok... you'll see!"

I loved her optimism and good humor. She cared for everyone that way.

She was a great girl. Too bad she is my sister... I would have made her my wife... But why not....

Then... I remembered... ah, yes... I am a woman ....

And I clenched my fist... revolted....This is unfair... this is unfair and a groan of despair hit me at that moment...

I felt slimy, sick and felt like...I had swallowed hundreds of toxic toads. Nauseous...like poorly digested wet cardboard...spilled coffee or worse, slime...full of rotting slime at the bottom of my stomach....

I wanted to vomit but nothing came out. Like frogs were blocking my stomach with their legs from coming out and that sludge was bubbling up like a mud volcano ready to erupt.

I was turning green.... yellow...

Then the diagnosis came...

Assistant: "It looks like it's liquefying..."

Then an image came up on the doctor's computer. He was in video conference with Maltezer.

"We have to put him in a tube and fill it with physiological liquid... He's having a crysalis!"

His sister will probably follow in the next few hours or days!"

Mom and Dad didn't understand and neither did Grace.

She was asked to stay in the hospital...she was needed as a witness for her brother. A comparison of blood, pulse and reaction, as they were genetically close.

So I was put in a tube, naked, and a microphone and earpiece were placed in my head, and tubes were inserted into my nose, throat and trachea, and the other end .... the discomfort..

The lower part blurred, for decency's sake, and slowly but surely a warm liquid filled the tube and I was drowned in it.

I could speak and hear but my movements were slow and it was impossible for me to react, to pull those wires and oppose this despicable treatment.

To my surprise, a second tube was being prepared next to me.

I asked... "Is it for my sister?

The assistants did not answer but one of them took pity on my situation. I was already mutilated as a dragon and I never asked what happened to me.

"Listen, kid... We'll do everything we can to save you... Your sister, too, might be like you and we can't take any chances..."

I was resigned.

Then I started to cry... "MOM!!!MOM!!!"

My mom hugged my tube with her little arms, "Sweetie...we love you...you are strong and you are going to be okay...I promise!"

Then Dad, Mom and Grace fell asleep with their heads against my tube and I struggled to keep from falling asleep... I was afraid I would fall asleep forever...

The next morning I was exhausted but still awake.

Maltezer himself was in the room, my parents waiting outside with Grace.

One, assistant showed results with graphs going up.

"Yes... that's what I thought... albumin levels are skyrocketing.... It's forming an egg... A profound transformation.."

Unlike my parents, Maltezer sketched a smile.

"I'm creating his monster crystal!" he explained to his assistant, quietly, thinking I couldn't hear him.

I wanted to scream and shout and hit the wall so that it would break and I would get out of here... but it was in vain.

The problem was me... Not from them.... I was transforming and dying of fear.

Maltezer, came out of the room with his assistant, in a white lab coat.

It stank of experiments and my worst nightmare was taking root. Was I going to be a guinea pig?

Maltezer "Sir, Madam, Grace. You will have to be patient and brave."

At these words, they collapsed, awaiting the verdict, like a terrible sentence.

"Your son... well daughter now..."

mom stood up.. "He's still my boy!" then she broke down in tears.

Maltezer corrected "Sorry, ma'am... but your... son... is undergoing a natural reaction. His organism has undergone profound transformations, but they were superficial, but now it is at the heart of his cells that everything will change.... He leaves the human species permanently. He is no longer a hybrid but is becoming a full-fledged dragon.

He will be stronger, much stronger, and bigger... He will become like Viseron. A giant dragon.

His metabolism will return to childhood, and so he will be able to survive the terrible transformations that are taking place in him. He will also assimilate elements of nature and become a force of nature himself. He will not age any more either. Then...he looked at Grace...But I'm afraid he's not the only one.

Mom: "But... Professor...will he get better? He will become male again? Human?"

Maltezer: "I can understand your enthusiasm but... how can I put it... dragons have a different time scale than we do and a hatching can take months, as well as years or centuries... The more powerful your child has to become, the longer it will take... "

Dad: "How long before he falls asleep and forms his egg?"

Maltezer: "A few hours... It will sleep and maybe wake up, but it will probably wake up when you are old or dead for centuries .... Only God knows."

Grace got scared

"Mom!!!! I'm scared to death!..."

My parents were bad in discretion, and from my tube, I heard everything...

I knew that it was the end... and that never, never again, nothing would be like before...

I was desperate... sad and it was like a second explosion that mowed me down... An unjust, mean and terrible world, made, just to torment me. And, suddenly, I didn't want to live or fight anymore. But I was afraid...I wanted to hold Mom, Dad and Grace in my arms one last time...while I had my hands...

Grace was terrified... and started to roar and, in turn, she collapsed like me on the ground, deprived of her strength.

Mom screamed for help!

"NO, No,,, not you either! Graaace!!! Grace!!!! my little girl..."

The doctors were distraught and did the same tests on Grace as they did on me.

The verdict was clear.

She squeezed my tube as best she could before getting into hers herself.

"Connors... brother... I love you and ... when we come out of the egg... I promise you we will all be together... I will fight... I will do everything I can .... You are not alone... I will go to the end of hell with you."

I loved my parents very much, but my sister, that was another level... Indescribable. when she was in pain, I was the one in pain.

I had the palm of my paw against the tube and she her winged hand and she had her forehead against mine, the wall of the tube separating us.

In the background I could hear Mom's sobs but she stopped.

She lied to me. "You'll see, in a few days... you'll go out and we'll have a big party."

Sleep was taking me and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't do it anymore.

"Mom... dad... Grace... I love you... "

Mom and Dad smiled at me like when the four of us were happy.

All three had their foreheads against my tube.

Maltezer was confused and looked at the numbers... He didn't show anything but I saw from the corner of my eye, many many zeros.... And... my consciousness sank... I could vaguely hear Grace's cries and screams.

As I slept, I would wake up a little... probably a few hours later, but it was the same heartbreaking screams... for my sister... She too was now in the tube... then I fell back asleep.

So, a few cycles where I heard voices, far away, impossible to move or even scratch my nose... I was floating and I felt my body melting and rebuilding at the same time. I was in the dark, sometimes a little conscious, sometimes less so, and sometimes I could hear my mother's voice singing me a lullaby or telling me about her day, but I was unable to make a sign that I was alive.

Yet I wanted to... but it was impossible. The waves of sleep and deeper sleep grew louder and the voices became squeaky and I could no longer hear daddy... no longer his voice, only a faint voice of mommy.

Grace's voice had long since fallen silent, we were connected but for a long time I had no connected device... I felt like I was floating in an egg, then my battle of consciousness stopped and I plunged, plunged into endless darkness...

Was this death?

The loss of consciousness? the loss of self? Darkness without anything? without life? Without light?

What was terrible was also this devouring silence. The fall into an endless tunnel... This impression to fall in the infinity.

It was the end.