Pandemonium
II
Bahamut
18 hours before Great Red’s imprisonment
2 hours before the Academy’s lockdown
In the middle of nowhere, the majestic mansion stood. Elaborate and ethereal runes filled its wall, giving it an otherworldly appearance. Moving orbs of light illuminated the outside of the mansion whereas the inside was lit by intricated floating chandeliers. Even now, devoid of furniture and life, the mansion felt like a dreamscape.
For so many years, it had been his home.
His training ground,
His secret base,
His love-nest,
…And his prison.
Bahamut chuckled.
The chains tying him down, making him listen to his command like a loyal hound, had been taken off. He was finally free. And the first step he was taking was to pack up and leave.
Yes, this place was filled with memories; good, bad, and shitty ones. But all the best ones were related to his lovers and so he could always make new ones.
More raunchy ones…
“Well,” His laughter turned into a sneer, “Not fully free yet,” He looked at the decorated envelope in his hand, “One last job.”
Burning the envelope, he scoffed, “Not sure why he gave me this as a job, I was going to do this later anyway.”
Frankly speaking, Bahamut stopped trying to decipher his intentions long ago. Trying to even understand what he was seeing ahead of him was like stepping into a viper’s nest, with no way out. And Bahamut didn’t want to poison his mind.
He wondered how the hell Solomon was able to stay by his side and not become a rotten piece of shit like him.
“Master.”
A slim curvy young woman with long white hair came and stood beside him. As usual, she was wearing her prim maid outfit which did a splendid job hiding her voluptuous figure, not the numerous sexy ones he got for her.
She was Myr Lucifuge, his lover.
A half-devil who was living with her family in the human world. From what he had heard, her grandparents ran away from the Underworld after the fall of the Lucifuge clan because of Grayfia Lucifuge’s betrayal.
Bahamut quickly did a calculation in his head and realized that he had a few hours before the showdown. It had been a while since he got some love. Then without giving away his true intention he quickly closed the distance while Myr was distracted and moved his hand toward her backside.
And immediately moved it away when a spell flared.
Myr blinked once and then blushed when she realized his intent, “Titania…”
“Cast a spell on you so that I don’t get any ideas,” Bahamut huffed and moved away.
A dragon did not pout.
Guess he needed to finish his tasks fast. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his mind before focusing his gaze on Myr again. Sensing the change, his lover stood straighter, her blush forgotten.
“Did Selina secure our new base?”
Myr nodded, “Yes master, and with the help of Yukino she had set up multiple barriers.”
The last part made him frown which earned him an earnest smile from her lover, “We know… she knows how much you care for her. But she had completely recovered two months ago. And she wanted to use this chance to stretch her legs.” Before he could retort, she quickly added, “Titania gave her the permission.”
He closed his mouth and just looked ahead, at the empty living space.
All of his lovers knew the reason why he did not agree to let them out of his sight. If they faced danger, he was afraid of not reaching them on time because of the metaphorical chains around his neck.
Bahamut snorted. Now that the chain was taken off, everyone was taking advantage of that fact except him.
Yukino, that feisty little nekoshou, had completely recovered faster than expected. Maybe torturing Rizevim’s soul daily for the past few months sped up the recovery time.
Bahamut looked at Myr and nodded his head. After getting his permission, she immediately left the premises.
Solomon was a sly bastard but he always kept his word.
Yes, Solomon was the one who planned the assassination of Rizevim and executed him before capturing his soul and passing it to Bahamut. The reason why he didn’t allow Bahamut to do the deed was because he… no, both of them knew that Bahamut would have made a mess. It would not have been a clean kill. And his actions would surely have certainly captured some unwanted party’s attention.
Did he care?
No.
But Solomon didn’t budge from this and he even sweetened the deal by binding Rizevim’s soul to an ancient artifact and making sure that he wouldn’t be able to escape.
It was more than enough.
A few months of brutal torture broke Rizevim. His soul was damaged to the point where it lost any and all resemblances it had to Rizevim. Now it was just a mass of spiritual energy.
Yukino and Bahamut wanted to keep that energy, hoping that it would reform so that they could continue, but Titania persuaded them to let the soul pass away. Not because she cared for him but because she didn’t want to keep such corrupted spiritual energy anywhere near her home when it served no purpose.
“My love.”
Bahamut smiled and turned around.
Clad in flowing silks of an white elegant robe, her emerald eyes sparkled with tenderness. Long blonde hair touched by sunlight, the famous long pointy ears peeking out from her hair… to him, she was mesmerizing just as ever.
Then he frowned when his gaze fell on her clothes of choice. That impudent robe was hiding her delicious hourglass figure.
She was Titania Lightwood, a pure-blooded high elf. His first lover and in certain customs, she was his wife.
“Don’t make that face, love,” Titania came closer and patted his clothes.
He lowered his head to capture her lips but she stopped him by putting her index finger on his lips.
“We will have plenty of time after.”
He gave a wry smile, “So you have said but we both know that it will take a while before we can settle down again.”
She gave him that enchanting smile of hers, “I don’t think anything can stop you from getting what you desire. Me standing by your side as your wife is a testament to that.”
He scoffed, “As if any of them will be able to defeat me,” Then his gaze fell on the empty space around them, “But…”
“Do you think they will accept your invitation?” Her blatant try at changing the subject wasn’t lost to him.
But, as usual, he went with her flow, “Dragons, unsurprisingly, have very few rules. Simple ones but everyone must follow them.”
He looked at his hands as he started to clench and unclench his fingers, “Now that I am a full-fledged dragon, I have met all the requirements for one such rule.”
“Is it that simple?”
“A clear challenge to show my intention, blood and energy signature to show that I am a dragon, and choosing a location that should display the depth of my draconic knowledge.”
Titania made a thoughtful expression, “That’s why you have chosen that location.”
This made him chuckle, “Of course. To start the festival where the last two ‘Heavenly Dragons’ were slain. It is sure to capture their attention.”
He gave Titania a one-armed hug, which she accepted, before looking away.
No one, not even her, knew the true reason why he was doing this.
He needed their universe to accept him. He needed DxD’s blessing. Only then, he would be able to attain true freedom.
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17 hours before Great Red’s imprisonment
1 hours before the Academy’s lockdown
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“My lord, everyone has arrived.”
Bahamut opened his eyes when he heard Titania’s voice. The magical screen in front of him showed that his guests had indeed arrived.
He slowly stood up and stretched his body. He let out a groan when he heard the cracking sounds of his joints. He did not have any high hopes since he already knew the outcome of the meeting. Still, he would not underestimate his opponents.
He never did.
Bahamut stopped his stretching when the screen was replaced by a portal.
“At least the stage after this will be an exciting one.”
He took one look at the empty mansion, his home, his prison before stepping forward. The moment he stepped into the area through the portal, he was hit with the draconic aura… from all four of the dragons in front of him. It was a skill high-level dragons used to dominate those weaker than them.
Meaning, it was not going to work on him.
He leisurely walked toward his lover as he looked at all his guests, the Great Dragon Kings.
Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon, was the only female dragon among them. She was in her dragon form, and Bahamut had to admit that she looked gorgeous. She had the appearance of a pale blue Western Dragon and her blue scales had a Celestial glint on them.
Then there was Fafnir, the Gigantis Dragon. Bahamut was not sure why he was called Gigantis when he was the shortest amongst the Dragon Kings. He also lacked a pair of wings which was quite uncommon for Western Dragons.
Yu-long, the Jade Dragon; but Bahamut liked his other title ‘The Mischievous Dragon’. He had the appearance of a large green Asian Dragon. He had red eyes, and a lime, scaly underbelly, while the rest of his body was shrouded in jade. Near his arms, where his body lay, were bronze curving shards.
And then there was the largest dragon. Midgardsormr, the World Serpent, was considered the largest dragon in existence. And he had to agree with that statement. Even though Bahamut could only see his head, it was bigger than Tiamat’s dragon form.
But out of all these extraordinary beings, the one who stood out the most to him was Titania. So, when he reached her, he grabbed her waist. As she looked up at him in surprise, he lowered his head and captured her mouth.
And thoroughly enjoyed her taste.
Unfortunately, it had to be a short kiss. But seeing the flush on her cheeks and the flustered look on her face, it was worth it.
“Go back and wait for me,” He whispered in her ears while patting her back. This made her hastily retreat.
Her actions made him grin. And yes, it was a payback from before.
He still had that smile when he faced his guests, “I am surprised. No ‘Who the fuck are you’ or ‘How dare you call us here’?”
Tiamat took a few steps forward until he was in her striking zone, “You already mentioned what you desire in your invitation – to prove yourself worthy as the next ‘Dragon King’. And my,” Her gaze moved away for a moment before focusing back on him, “Our instincts are telling us that you are no weakling.”
Bahamut’s grin widened, “Instinct and the little test all of you had for me when I entered here.”
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Tiamat did not say anything but Bahamut could tell. If he even flinched wrong, she would immediately go on the offense.
“That was your mate, wasn’t she?”
Bahamut tilted his head so that his gaze would fall on Fafnir, “Yes?”
“And you had no problem allowing her to greet all of us alone?” Fafnir scratched his head, “I mean she did not look strong. Weren’t you worried about her?”
His statement confused Bahamut, “You all are Dragon Kings, not some younglings or delinquents. So, of course, you are not going to break one of the most sacred rules among the dragons – Do not touch the mate of another dragon.”
“Well, you are right there. But still…”
Then it clicked to Bahamut, “Don’t tell me… our kiss gave you a hard on.”
Fafnir looked at him stunned. Even Yu-long and Midgardsormr did a double take. Tiamat, on the other hand, was not amused, “You consider yourself the sixth Dragon King. You called us here to demonstrate the strength worthy of the title,” She spread her wings and saturated the entire area with her mana, “Then what are you waiting for?”
Bahamut clapped lightly, “For one more dragon,” Then he looked behind her and smiled, “And he is here.”
He had to give it to Tiamat. While her gaze moved away from him, her power was still focused on him.
Another portal opened up and not a second later, he made his appearance.
This time, Bahamut saw a reaction on Tiamat. Not just her, everyone was surprised to see the newcomer.
Yu-long was the first to react, “Vritra, is that you?”
There he was, in his full dragon form, a large black Eastern Dragon with violet eyes and a third eye on his forehead. The Black Dragon known as the Prison Dragon and the Enveloper.
“How are you…”
“Alive?” Vritra’s gaze fell on Bahamut, “The young one here revived me,” Then he smirked, “But not out of the kindness of his heart.”
“Of course not. We can have the reunion chat later,” Bahamut clapped again, hard enough to draw everyone’s attention, “Now, shall we begin?”
Tiamat immediately swiped at him but he was already out of her reach.
As he jumped back, creating quite some distance from the current strongest Dragon King, he felt the fire in his heart and core igniting and spreading throughout his body, under the skin and outside of it.
The Blue Fire burned his clothes before intensifying, his flesh expanding along with it as his human skin turned to dark scale. When the wings started to protrude from his back, he intentionally kept them small for better maneuvering.
He knew many dragons felt ‘Chained’ in their human form but he wasn’t one of them.
Standing on his powerful two feet, Bahamut roared.
“The Festival of the Dragons!”
His words earned him a stunned look from all the Dragon Kings before it was replaced with wariness. The pressure created by the Dragon Kings because of this would have killed any lesser creature. The first to speak up was Tiamat, “Do you even know what you are uttering?”
Bahamut chuckled and gestured around him, “I believe I do. Look at where I have invited you all,”
Then he stood tall while making sure his posture didn’t come as an aggressive stance as he addressed all the five Dragon Kings in front of him, “I will be the next Heavenly Dragon,” He stopped holding back on the energy output, “And that is why I am beginning the festival to prove my worthiness.”
He saw the flinches in everyone’s expression, some were able to hide it better than others, when they sensed the depth of his energy.
“Before you ask why I didn’t mention it in the invitation? Simple. If I did, none of you here would have taken me seriously.”
“And we are just to accept your declaration?” Tiamat growled.
“Of course not,” Bahamut snorted, “That is why all of you are here, to evaluate me,” Then he pointed at all of them, “That is why all of you should come at me all at once.”
Tiamat straightened her posture and breathed fire at him. Her light-blue flame was quite notorious since it could both ‘Freeze’ and ‘Burn’. Bahamut lazily swiped at the flame, the force of his attack neutralized the Fire Breath.
“You deaf or what? I said, come at me, all of you.”
For a few seconds, no one moved.
Then Tiamat made the first move again. This time her Fire Breath was massive, but the intensity was quite low.
“A smokescreen.”
Bahamut had a feeling where the next two attacks would be coming from. With that in mind, he rotated his body and destroyed the Fire Breath by swiping at it with his large tail.
As he was rotating, he did a complete 360-degree turn while taking a few steps back. And just like he predicted, Fafnir and Yu-long released their own Fire Breaths at him. And somehow these two attacks, instead of obstructing each other, boosted the total output.
In response, Bahamut released his own Fire Breath. The moment his attack and theirs clashed, the explosion it caused devastated their surroundings.
Unsurprisingly, his Fire Breath pushed back his opponents’ combined one. But before he could put a bit more power into it, multiple black tendrils came out from the ground and grabbed his arms and legs.
This surprised Bahamut since he expected Vritra to use a more direct approach.
And then he saw her. Tiamat, in her human form.
She was quite gorgeous with that straight and long beautiful pale blue hair and dark blue eyes. With that formal attire of hers, she was the definition of ‘Cold Beauty’.
And she was right in front of his face.
“Shatter.”
The light-blue flame on her hand condensed to the point where it looked like a crystal sculpture. And then she threw it at his face.
Because of their close proximity, he could not dodge. He strengthened his skin by focusing his energy, but when the attack hit… it actually hurt him.
The left side of his vision blurred and he could tell that it was a serious injury. But he was not given the time to recuperate.
From the smoke and ashes, created by the prior explosion, Midgardsormr appeared. Bahamut braced himself as he was tackled by the titanic serpent.
The force behind that attack was no joke.
He was blown away by that simple tackle. And the moment he fell onto the ground, black flames appeared around him… and caged him.
He stood up even though the black flames tried to push him down, but he was surprised to see no further attack coming.
Then it hit him, “Oi~ Are you fucking serious?”
They were taking it easy on him.
Dark-blue flames erupted from his back engulfing his wings, and a moment later, his wings and flame started to stretch and expand. The black flame cage tried to contain his flaming wings, and they could do so only for 3 seconds before falling before his power.
“Quite the warmup,” He felt his energy pulsing, his draconic aura waking up. With that, his ability was slowly slipping out of his control and healing him without his consent.
Not only did the vision on his left side become clearer, but he also felt quite rejuvenated, “Now that it got your blood pumping, shall we try it again?” Then he smiled, barring all his teeth, “Let’s try to give it a bit more ‘Fire’ to it, shall we?”
This time, Midardsormr started the opening with a tackle.
Bahamut used his draconic energy to strengthen his left arm and leg before greeting his opponent’s attack with a body slam. As both of them were pushed back, he immediately started to strengthen his right arm and leg as he planned to follow up with another body slam, but they were caught by Vritra’s energy-absorbing tendrils.
So, he converted the energy to dragon fire and released it to destroy the tendrils.
Then his wings spread out once more before moving forward, their tips pointing at Tiamat who was in the middle of preparing an attack.
The wind pressure caused by this move forced her to dodge.
Bahamut waited a few seconds in this position. And the moment the two Fire Breaths came near him, courtesy of Yu-long and Fafnir, he spread his wings again deflecting the attacks.
He was met with Midgardsormr’s tackle again. This time, he met it with a double kick. He used his tail and wings to stabilize his posture.
Even though he put quite a bit of force behind that kick, he was still pushed back.
Not a second later, he had to move in a zigzag to dodge Vritra’s black flame.
And the moment his feet touched the ground, the energy in the area spiked. His eyes widened when he saw all the Five Dragon Kings preparing their Fire Breaths.
“Communicating via telepathy, for sure.”
Bahamut stood his ground as he unleashed his own Fire Breath. And the moment it clashed with his opponents’, the entire realm shook.
As the explosion died down, he noticed the Dragon Kings preparing to use Fire Breath again.
This made him frown but he went with their flow. He met their attack with his own Fire Breath again.
The explosion caused by the clash of their attacks was more dangerous this time, “A few more and the whole area will collapse.”
“Let’s try to give it a bit more Fire’ to it,” Tiamat’s voice was calm but the anger behind her tone was not lost on Bahamut, “And yet, you are not taking this seriously.”
“Ah~” Bahamut chuckled, “No wonder their attack patterns seemed so linear.”
“You claim to possess the might of a Heavenly Dragon,” Vritra spoke up, “Yet we have seen so such strength.”
“Nor have we seen any drive behind your attacks,” Yu-long pointed out.
Bahamut felt it. His true power… screaming at him, scratching at his control.
With a hollow smile, he replied back, “I see.”
He felt their agitation building up but within a second, it was replaced by wariness. He knew it was because of his demeanor.
“I should end this fast, shouldn’t I?”
Then he opened the lock to his power, and uttered the trigger word,
“Adapt.”
Like a broken dam, his true power started to flood every fiber of his being. For a fraction of a second, he felt overwhelmed before he took hold of himself. His mind immediately focused on his body… and the changes it was going through.
The scales were expanding as well as morphing into something completely foreign. But the changes didn’t end at something so small. It never did. He felt the scales and flesh all over his face hardening. Even his wings, his bones, and his entire tail, flesh and bones alike, were transforming into… metal.
Then it hit him.
His power of ‘Adaptability’ was changing his body – skins, bones, and fleshes of certain areas into Dragon-Slaying Metal, the purest kind. Of course, his draconic essence automatically received an ‘Anti Dragon-Slaying Metal’ attribute so that his own powers wouldn’t be hindered.
Well, there went his entertainment. The battle was already won. Out of nowhere, a stray thought hit him. His body now probably possessed Dragon-Slaying metal a hundred times more than the entire world combined.
His gaze fell onto all the Dragon Kings, “Happy now?”
They responded immediately through their action.
All of them started with their Fire Breaths. Unlike before, these attacks were significantly faster and packed quite a lot of destructive force; so much so that this combined attack would easily bring someone like Sirzechs down to his knees if he were to take this attack head-on.
But this attack didn’t even put a dent in his newly evolved armored skin.
He felt the ground shaking and looked to his side, to the source.
Midgardsormr was aiming to hit him with his tail. But he was dragging his tail through the ground and was using the rocks and debris as a layer of protection around his skin.
In response, Bahamut covered his tail with fire. Then he countered Midgardsormr’s tail swipe with his own.
In his first swipe, Bahamut used the fire to melt the crudely made armor around Midgardsormr’s tail. Then he swiped at Midgardsormr again with his tail, inflicting a deep cut.
Midgardsormr roared in agony.
Of course, others weren’t sitting around.
While Bahamut was countering Midgardsormr, Vritra summoned hundreds of his black tendrils and fired at him. But they were used as cover to hide the purple-blue tendrils.
Bahamut guessed that these purple-blue tendrils had unique abilities but it didn’t matter. Because all of these tendrils melted away the moment they touched his skin.
Fafnir was circling around him while throwing concentrated golden blocks of aura at him.
To him, their actions were like, “Monkeys trying to break into a secured base.”
Yu-long fired a bright green beam directly from above him.
“Cute but retarded,” Bahamut snorted.
Then he felt her aura. Tiamat was coming at him from his five.
“I see.”
The other Dragon Kings were trying to create an opening for Tiamat by saturating the area with draconic energy and keeping his focus on them.
As Tiamat closed the gap, he saw her right arm covered in that crystal-like flame.
“Shatter!”
Bahamut turned around and blocked the attack… with his face… on purpose.
The whole area shook because of the impact but he felt how oddly silent the Dragon Kings became.
Maybe it was because compared to his face, Tiamat’s hand received more injury. And what’s funnier was that all the minor cuts and bruises on his face healed before drops of blood from Tiamat’s wound even reached the ground.
He tilted his head to the side, “Satisfied now?”
“What the actual fuck?”
Bahamut glanced at Yu-long. While he was the one who shouted, the three beside him had the same expression as him – eyes wide and disbelief filling their entire face.
From the corner of his vision, Bahamut noticed Tiamat shifting and taking another aggressive stance.
In response, he widened his arms, dropped his shoulders, and folded his wings. A loose and defenseless stance that spoke volumes about his thoughts on Tiamat’s action.
And, it pissed her off.
“Who are you?”
A chuckle escaped his lips, “A dragon who wants to earn the title of ‘Heavenly Dragon’.”
“Your strength has shown us that you are a league above us,” Vitra’s comment angered Tiamat further.
“So,” Bahamut took a step back so that he was facing everyone, maintaining his vulnerable stance, “Anyone still rearing to go?”
Yu-long, Fafnir, and Midgardsormr immediately dropped their draconic aura and backed off. A clear answer to his question. Vitra just gave a small bow, accepting his defeat, before looking at Tiamat.
The Chaos Karma Dragon let out a low growl and for a moment it seemed like she refused to back down. Finally, she lowered her power but didn’t completely drop it.
“Why show up now?”
A question filled with sincere curiosity required a genuine answer. And Bahamut complied, “Because this is the perfect moment. Can’t you all sense it? The tension throughout the world, the armies at the borders, the abrupt spikes on the leylines,” His response earned him a flinch from all the Dragon Kings, “Everything is just waiting for one strong spark.”
All the Dragon Kings stood straighter, their powers flaring once more.
Tiamat even took a step forward, her voice eerily calm, “And you want to be the ‘Fire’.”
It was a statement, not a question.
Bahamut frowned, “Are you fucking…” Then it hit him. They didn’t know him. Today was their first interaction, other than Vritra, and most of their time was spent beating the shit out of each other.
This… required a delicate handling.
“I wish Titania was here,” Sighing, Bahamut stood straighter but without showing any dominance since the Dragon Kings were already stressed out, “I am not stupid enough to have the entire supernatural world gunning after me,” Seeing that it didn’t have the desired effect, he added another clause, “And my family.”
Now, that did the trick, somewhat.
“If you are not the one triggering the ‘Spark’, who will?”
Bahamut slowly raised his eyebrow at Vritra.
The Prison Dragon met his gaze challengingly, “Call it a gut feeling but I think you know them.”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “You are also aware of one such party, the Greek faction.”
This statement earned a frown from everyone.
“What is your goal then?” Tiamat tried to take control of the conversation once again.
“To create and lead a faction for us, the dragons.”
“We already have one.”
Bahamut snorted at Tiamat, “You mean the branch of the Alliance faction, the subsidiary of the Avalon Kingdom.”
It seemed he struck a nerve, a bad one, since Tiamat roared before lunging at him. Of course, he didn’t move or dodge, he just stood there ready to take the tackle head-on.
But someone else moved faster.
Hundreds of black tendrils emerged from the ground and restricted Tiamat’s movement.
With a roar, she turned to the culprit, “You dare!”
Surprisingly, Vritra roared back, “I dare!”
“Shit,” Maybe he should have tried to control his tongue better.
“And you,” Vritra’s tone didn’t lose the fierceness, “Be clear with your intentions.”
“My intentions?” Bahamut frowned inwardly when he noticed the metal around his body started to crumble. The skins, the bones, the fleshes, draconic essence… all the altered aspects of his body started to change back, “Time’s up it seems.”
Of course, he kept a neutral expression, giving the other Dragon Kings a false assumption that he let go of his ‘Adapted’ form by himself, “I don’t want to bow to anyone. I don’t want anything short of a safe sanctum for my lovers and the children they will sire. And, I don’t want to touch the shit known as ‘Politics’.”
Seeing the thoughtful expression on a few of the Dragon King’s faces, he groaned, “Look, in short, I don’t give a fuck about the supernatural world. And if they come knocking on my door, I want to say ‘Fuck off’ to their face, no matter how strong and influential they are.”
“And you need a united Dragon faction to deter anyone from approaching us,” Vritra gave Tiamat a look before dispelling the tendrils, “But what makes you any different from our previous two ‘Heavenly Dragons’?”
Bahamut raised two fingers, “One, Ddraig and Albion were busy sucking each other’s dick. I am not,” This earned a loud snort from Yu-long and Fafnir, “Two, I know I am shit at governing hence I listen to my lover, Titania,” Seeing the raised eyebrows, he scoffed, “And from anyone else who has a better resume in governing than her.”
Yu-long let out a loud chuckle that broke the tension, “Well, I can say you are definitely better than our previous ‘Heavenly Dragons’,” And seeing the questioning looks around him, he huffed, “What? Are you telling me that either Ddraig or Albion would even entertain the notion of listening to us calmly, let alone answering our questions?”
The sheepish look on other Dragon King’s faces and an annoyed one in Tiamat’s was a clear reply.
“My lord, they started moving.”
Bahamut laughed, something that caught everyone’s attention, “Now, I am sure that one of your,” He pointed at Vritra and Tiamat, “Next question will be ‘Why should we follow you’.”
Then he pointed toward the sky.
The sky became crystal clear and started displaying what was happening in certain locations.
Hundreds of Evil Dragons of various sizes and forms filled up the sky. And above them, inside the thick dense clouds, something was lurking… something powerful and terrifying.
Tension filled the area once again and Bahamut’s laughter only increased it,
“And so, the Festival of the Dragons continues!” Bahamut widened his stance and roared at the sky. It was as if his challenge was heard that the dragons behind the cloud roared back.
Then Bahamut turned and faced the Dragon Kings.
“Why should you follow me? Because you want to join the festival,” Then his smile turned feral, “Because you are True Dragons. Your blood, your pride demands it.”