Firewing - Chapter 001

Chapter 001 – Dracul Firewing

Dragons.

Once an incredibly powerful mysthical race, that ruled over vast expanses of space, a myrad of different worlds and dimensions alike, were nothing more than legends and fables for most civilizations of today.

The once mighty race having been hunted to extinction over countless millenia, until only a handful of them remained – hidden and forgotten.

I could only sigh as I thought back to the days of glory of my race, while I myself was now nothing more than an enslaved guard dog for a Fire Demon.

Admittedly, that Fire Demon was Sutur, the Lord of Muspelheim and an immortal creature himself, but that did little to comfort me in my endless suffering.

I had once been Dracul Firewing, one of the handful of Elder Dragons leading my entire race, my power simply world-shattering. But now all that was part of a distant past, that even I could hardly remember.

Laying in a cavern behind the throne in the depths of this hellish planet, my will to live having been slowly eroded by the countless centuries of my enslavement.

Chained for thousands of years now, I had was close to losing my sanity, my consciousness retreating into the safe confines of my mind, while my body mostly acted on instinct.

I still hoped for freedom in the rare moments I truly was himself, though death seemed equally attractive to release me from my suffering.

It was this moment that my old dragon bones were surprised by an unfamilar sensation, as I suddenly felt another soul appear in my body, trying to devour my draconic soul and rob me of my life.

Of course such a thing was impossible, as I was fire incarnate. My whole being was power and magic in its purest essence and no mortal soul would ever be able to harm my Dragon Soul.

The only reason I had been enslaved in the first place was that my own fire simply couldn't measure up to the mystical Eternal Flame and so I had been doomed to lose a fight against its wielder, Sutur.

And while the inextinguishable flame had later been stolen from its master, it had already been too late for me by then, as the chains binding me made it impossible to summon even a smidgen of my dragonforce into my body, as long as that flaming demon wasn't stripped of its power completely.

So even though I could certainly defeat the Lord of Muspelheim in his current state, I simply didn't have the chance to even try.

Just as I was about to use the pressure of my Dragon Soul to crush the mortal invader, I paused.

Looking closely at the conglomeration of tiny white and black spots of light, attempting to subsume the sun-like fire that was my soul, I noticed something peculiar.

The black lights being part of the mortal soul had a special devouring aura to them and I could feel that if it weren't for my inherent power, that these spots of darkness might really be capable of swallowing my soul.

What might have been a horrifying thought to others, made hope bloom in the my old dragon heart. At this point I wanted nothing more than to be freed from my current state, mostly uncaring if that meant life or death.

Deciding that this might be my only chance at escaping my imprisonment alive, I manipulated my own soul to envelop the mortal one.

I primarily did this, as the chains binding my limbs and neck, made it impossible to summon my dragonforce via my phyiscal form. The realm of my soul was a different thing though.

Using my dragonforce through my soul, I delicately seperated the black light spots from the white ones, before focusing my senses on the tiny white lights and reading the memories of the mortal soul, in an attempt to learn more about the devouring abilities of the cluster of black lights.

And what I found was equally shocking and exhilerating, as I realized what I had come across.

The soul had belonged to a human, who had died in its original world and had then been tricked by a weak devil for a chance at a second life.

In exchange for a large part of his soul, the devil had granted the human a small amount of pure devil essence with devouring properties – the black spots of lights in his soul. They supposedly were the mortal's chance to be reborn, as a dragon by devouring a dragon's, i.e. my soul.

Equally fascinating was that the parts of the human soul that had remained, contained information that nearly made me lose my calm, as it was clearly future knowledge of my reality, passed on through a medium called 'movies'.

The knowledge already imprinted in my mind, I used my dragonforce to simple destroy the human soul, that sought to possess myself, not being inclined to show any mercy, before I closely inspected the devil essence.

It didn't take long for something akin to excitement to appear in my nigh-immortal heart, as I realised that I had been handed the key to my freedom and revenge by that thoughtless devil.

I was sure that I could escape my chains with the help of this foreign energy, and finally regain my freedom, as I only needed to use it to disrupt the internal magic of the chains for a moment to help me gain access to my dragonforce and burst free from these bindings.

The real trouble though was also escaping from this world afterwards, as I may be able to defeat Sutur, but there were billions of Fire Demons under his command, just waiting to attack me.

Even I as an Elder Dragon was sure to be overwhelmed given enough time, as my powers may be mountainous, but they certainly were not endless. And casting some dragon magic to escape from this planet might take some time.

I could however easily escape through space, as I, as an Elder Dragon, was perfectly capable of surviving in the void of space. Still, that wouldn't grant me the revenge my whole being basically craved for after having been a slave to the Lord of Muspelheim for millenia.

No. I refused to just leave, as with the devil essence in my claw's, I was sure that I could enact my revenge, and kill my captor once and for all.