Chapter 160

A/N: I didn’t upload because I had only 300 words… now I have chapters lmao. Lol suffering from success!

Calaxious

Chuck tended the garden with his wives, while I tried to keep the thunderstorm from brewing. Of course it did anyway, but I at least kept it from being strong enough to topple my buildings.  I’m glad I altered his name. ‘Cluck’ is unbefitting of a noble man, one who serves so well.

But how can I help myself?

The off-schedule thunderstorm happens, its winds blow and my lightning flashes because my plans are being rushed… I thought… I thought I had more time.

I can see all that is, but to keep things fresh I don’t. Plus, if I observe too hard, it changes fate anyway, even if mortals don’t know what’s going on, it influences them.

I should have Never let myself become angered, and revealed myself.

It angers me that I will lose him soon…. There’s no way he will remain here when Zairiel is tasked with this…. I will miss the company…. May they make many chicks. They will be born genetically unrelated in the event he decides to let them be a kin on his world.

It angers me greater that I See the disobedience, yet, if I do anything myself, I will be the villain. I will be the dragon king for eating them. That’s some bullshit.

Narru thinks I do not see him, he thinks that I do not know that my chair lost a modicum of power, but he will do this again from the high it gives. For a dragon, power, wealth, and position hold more sway than any substance one can take.

So, he will keep doing this again, regardless of his fear, looking over his shoulder. Looking for now… eventually he will disrupt the balance.

I said nothing in my anger… hating that I was right, feeling Karru’s approach… but at least I’d already prepared.

“Stay in the guest house tonight Chuck!” I shouted.

“We already planned that.” He shouted back. The animals were herded into the barn for me as well… such kindness would normally soothe the draconic pang of domination… 

Not today.

One of them, Narru, is out of line. Yet, the other two cannot slay an equal.

Little do they know, that eventually, he will nibble a little too greedily, and grow a little too big.

And throw off my fucking balance!

I need a new guardian, one who is loyal, one who will maintain their corner, not let it begin to Rot.

It is TOO large to…. All the legs of the table must sit flush… to reap a Fucking Corner, would mean I *must* do something about the others… likely a massive culling.

To do nothing is to attract another Layer Lord…. Likely from a layer *too* close. We will be too close in size and strength….Ugh, so we will fight for eons. Nothing will be left. It is why we have a truce.

If I am, let’s say Layer 3. Layers 2, and 4 will want to brawl because they will scent the rot of my corner, 25% of my lands… corrupted.

Shame.

Absolutely fucking shameful. Narru makes me look a *fool unfit to rule*. It looks like I’m not even fucking doing my job.

I’m not… but that’s not the Point!

 Layer 6 or 7 is too far away to get involved, especially since their arguing over being Doom….

War with Layer Lords are petty most times anyway. And off smell coming from your neighbor is likely to at least be cause for a visit.

I do not wish to battle for all time, as a few layers above. They’re Still into it, and I’ve redone this place at least 4 or 5 times since they started. I rolled my eyes. Galacitidoom and Doomithan are fucking *Morons*, so maybe they don’t count?

Their war is over who can have ‘doom’ in their name….oh I’m being observed.

I waved this time. Why not?

I hope your day’s going better than dealing with usurping Little Shits who Think they’re slick.

I Knew when none of them gave me proper respects after the last time, that they still plotted. In their hubris, they think me only a feeble old man.

Well… *one*… but as a dragon, One is too many.

I sighed, but I couldn’t calm my blood.… I know I can’t be *too* mad. They are basically Disobedient children. Acting out because their papa’s been away too long.

And ‘papa’ is still fighting his editors about incorporating man’s meat recipes, or divine ingredients. I don’t want that in there! I want **All** mortals to enjoy my cooking as much as the gods!

I should have made my demands while blue. I swear it’s the only time I’m not given a Fucking hard time.

I growled, a real one this time.

Shit! With scrambling panic, I nullified the magic that leaked out with my snarl.

At least I stopped it before it left the damn bubble… But fuck… I almost popped this place.

\[Warning: Universe destabilization event.\] Said Ziri, through Karru’s console…. I need to ease up. I could feel his approach… and Tarru was going to arrive while we’re eating.

Alright. At least I don’t have to deal with all three. Karru was unraveled and remade…. Tarru took what he saw to heart, while Narru took it as an excuse to seek more power.

\[Warning: Infinity Destabilization event.\]

I can’t even be mad. *This is some bullshit.*

Heh… Zuviel rubs off on me.

I debated on restricting myself into the puppet, but to compress my form further right now would only delay the anger, probably encouraging my outright shift…

That would *ruin* my plans even more. Shifting isn’t the problem; it’s the mood that would travel across the cosmos… then Zairiel would never get the chance to grow to be the man he can be. He will stagnate under his father’s rule.

That does not sit well with me.

Plus, I don’t want to hurt the mortals. I’m not meant to live *inside* a bubble.

“Ziri, initiate Zairiel’s ascension.” I said with a lamenting sigh.

\[Seed of Ascension Complete!\]

The moment he eats a whole solar system, he’ll become a VERY small Realm Eater… .and I’ll have to make him leave.

… What is my heart doing? Why do I feel as if I am losing a child?

I know this realm could feel that second choked, held growl for their sakes. I better not have to shift. In the meantime, I’ll throw all the nasty red worlds in one universe for him, no three. How he deals with them will determine how he grows by his own merit.

\[Alert: Unauthorized Throne Usage. Minute consumption of energy detected. 0.0000000001% consumed by {Narru}. Growth prohibited. Do you wish to reprimand?\]

“No.”

I could kill him but Zairiel won’t be compatible with the energy… meaning I’d have to reform him, but this level of Traitor Behavior is beyond what I will tolerate.

*I’m eating it *all**

Everybody gets it if I have to interrupt the dinner I Just Made, and-

*Knocking*

“M…Master.” His voice cracked. His eyes were saucers that I was myself. He bowed. My glare made him panic. I impatiently read his mind without hurting him. I could unravel the boy for no reason right now.

Karru, formally Zarru came. He’d seemed to have *actually* learned his lesson. I teleported and pet his head between his horns.

“I already know little one. Your visit is welcome.” I said as he became pale. I was patient about it. I’d rather have respect than plotting.

“Master… Narru-”

“I Know Karru.” I hissed. “Sit Down.”

He shook.

“Ziri, help him to a seat.”

She became her ‘mortal’ imitation Willow form this time, and aided him to sit. 

She really likes larping as flesh, but I have prohibited her to use her true visage. Let her have her little fun; she’s not hurting anybody. She likes dresses and having hands, but I won’t give her real feeling. I won’t tempt her to ask for flesh. That won’t be right.

She is the appearance of every mate I had, and speaks with their voice. Initially when I made the blend like that, it amused me. I’d done it as a bit of a meme, that my wives were a silly DragonBell Fusion made to be one micro-managing system I could send my orders with…. 

Then when they died, I put all I felt of them into her… That I never forget.

How did I forget?

I didn’t want to remember…. But doing so tempers me.

I sigh, at least someone else is seeing this. That’s kind of novel. While you’re here, yellow cake mix, and a *little* self rising flour to taste makes the *fancy* waffles you buy at the grocery store, and they only give you fucking four or five.

Oh, and as much as I hate to admit it, buying canola oil in a spray can, then putting it on my food before it goes into the air fryer makes it crisp if you keep fucking up floured okra, but don’t want to deep fry it. That puppet form can’t handle greasy food well.

Now I wish I’d have made the settings to change that. When she speaks, or shows her real ‘appearance’ all I do is have my fucking heart break. She’s the mates I killed. She’s the daughters I murdered on accident…a perfect blend of every voice and visage I loved…  Ziri means too much to make flesh, since I cannot help her if she breaks.

I would thank Ziri, but it isn’t a good idea to praise her too much, being so eager to please…She reminds me of why I do this… Why I *actually* care.