I returned to my human form and siphoned the dark energy from the dead drakes exactly when the huge door to the throne room opened and two guards stepped in my direction.

The two guards were lizard men from a race that I’ve never encountered before, they looked a lot like those Sleestaks from the old TV show “the land of the lost”, if they had two heads and were body builder with a ton of steroids.

Those two lizard things bound my arms but didn’t seem to notice the amount of dark energy flowing from the dead bodies toward me, so I kept the the energy flow to restore my close to empty reserves.

They dragged me towards the throne room. I said to them “I want to go that direction anyway, there is no need to drag me with this violence”, but did not laugh.

They bound my handcuffs to chains on the floor and left without a word. Maybe they were simply stupid and could not speak.

Too bad they were smart enough to take away my sword.

They delivered the sword to the half a ton winged, red headed lizard men in steroids that was seated in the throne in the other side of the room.

I was in a really bad situation, weak, with my dark energy “tank” in the reserve, in my human form, bound with my hands to my back in dark silver, that should be magic resistant and almost indestructible, so not possible to break by any usual means right now.

The worst part was the feeling that it was all for nothing. The death of all my friends, the true death of the last existing vampires, almost a hundred werewolves dead and many mages dead or cut of the magic forever.

Humanity will probably go extinct in a few months, anyway…

While I was feeling all the weight of those poor decisions on my unbeating hearth, I heard the red dragon king laughing so hard I asked, “what is so funny lizard face?”

He kept laughing for some time and looked at me and said, “All those powerful creatures died for a half-breed to get here? You know what? I’m bored in this room for a very long time. You are the only entertainment I had in a thousand years.”

“I’m in a good mood. I’m not killing you right now if you agree to indulge me with your story,” he continued.

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I thought that was a wonderful opportunity to stall so I could rest and recover, and if god smiled to me one last time, it could buy time enough to get some help and finish the mission.

“Just to be clear, I’m not asking, I can torture you for many years to come, until you decide to talk, or you can sit on a comfortable chair and start talking now, while you keep siphoning the energy from all those dead and recover enough to uselessly try to kill me as you planned” the dragon kept talking.

“You know what I’m doing and will let me keep at it? You should really have a death wish,” I said.

“Don’t misunderstand me little half-breed, even in your full power you have no chance against me. I’m just bored and you are the only living thing here besides those stupid slaves I created,” he said.

“So we have an agreement? Will you tell me the story of how and why you got here? Or should we start with the torture?” he asked.

“I could use a good chair and maybe a glass of wine if you have a good one, then we can start with the story,” I answered.

The lizard man slaves brought me a comfortable chair, a small table, freed my hands and poured a glass of a great wine for me and one for the king, that apparently was also a shape-shifter, because he was still a winged lizard on steroids, but had around my size now and was seated in front of me.

All that without a word from the dragon king. They probably share some kind of telepathic connection, I thought.

“Should I start from when I was turned into a vampire, back on earth?” I asked.

“You can start from some time before. I would like to know what was like to live on earth not knowing about the underworld” he said.

I quickly checked my status and verified that I had around 2% of dark energy, and a couple of nasty debuffs that I would take a while to recover.

Then I said “I’m sorry, but the first thing I remember is waking up with amnesia after I was turned, but for a few days I had a repeating dream, I can start there”.

The dragon king agreed and after a sip of that amazing wine I started my story.