Chapter 163
Xethia
Death until now was a foreign concept.... until my cousins. It still feels like it happened an hour ago… It is still *fresh*. We live. We do not die like this… it has never happened in dragon kind until the mortals slew children…
As a small child, I remember that…. I miss peace… But I will not stop.
They will pay with blood. Every generation in their short life will be in remembrance of those they slay.
I am born from the Dragon King, Iceblood. We had a PEACE with the humans, since the beginning… until they slew my cousin. Until they slew the *would have been* Great Emerald Drake… my best friend.
I am 98th Born, a *female*. I am Nothing compared to even my little brother, the 99th born, but I can do what they cannot. Magic of Every Kind… like father.
I am immune to their magic arrows. They have yet to figure out how to truly mar my hide.
“FIRE!” shouted King Nero, the most sadistic of the Clemon line… well no… King Nemlen the III was the worst. He tried gaining immortality by binding himself with my poor little cousin’s remains… and I had to slay the monstrosity.
They would not even let them rest in the ground, so now we cremate our dead.
I cried a hundred years. Then they have BURNED ever since.
Let them Sizzle. Let Them PoP. Let Them Suffer.
“LET THEM ROT!” I shouted the dark magic poison spell, something that surprised them all.
They Screamed as they melted. Die for my brother. Die for my fallen sisters.
Revenge.
It is all I want. Until my dying breath it is all I need.
They think diamond drakes can only cast light and ice magic, but we can learn it all. Every dragon can… but most are stupid, specializing in one spell very well.
“KABOOM!” shouted an old wizard, and I knew pain.
I fell….
I felt someone carrying me. A brother.
“A Brother? Asked the hissing voice. “A master.”
“I thank thee master.” I said submitting to the dragon lord. If he can carry me in his one hand, I am no match.
My submission didn’t soothe the great lord’s iron grip…. He gave *just* enough air to breathe… as if I’d angered him somehow.
\---Zairiel---
Floating around, traveling the vast, endless expanse of Infinity … that was cool. Calaxious tolerated me at the edge of the quadrant, and I would not disrespect his hospitality… I *am* an upstart bull. No male of any species usually accepts that.
It’d been a year, and I was Fucking Starving, but confused….
I… WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO OUT HERE?!
I was cloaked by grandfather’s magic, a protection until I figured out … HOW to eat a whole realm?
I’m not big enough…. So I was at the outskirts of the red territory… It felt weird… Fuck so weird to leave the home I’d known all my life.
Kicked out like a damn lion cub who’s mane grew a little too long, but as a man I’m fine with that. Calaxious does this that I don’t stagnate under father’s claw… There’s only so big I can get back home….. only so strong… only… only so draconic before I’d have changed from a lesser god, to an upper one.
And how high can you go, when all your family holds position?
How could I kill my fucking parents or uncles for a measly throne? What honor would there be to present to my mate, to be big enough to get her, but to come back to no one to greet, except my fat ass?
I smelled… the scent of meat. Like a Bunch of Different meats… but not the place as a whole.
How does that make sense? That must be the new instincts… I’m a different thing now.
\[Alert: Malice Detected. Universe: L-483253-A85 Instability Warning. Universe Corruption Level 3 of 10.\]
“What does that mean Ziri?”
\[This universe is able to be saved. The deletion of {10} Solar systems will remove its unstable alert, young master.\] she announced from my earring.
“Uh, good work Ziri.”
\[^.^\]
Why is she cute? That little screen is the only thing I’ve seen since I left. I get why Time refuses to give her flesh. He’d probably marry her.
Well no… he *made* her…Maybe she sounds like someone he knew… Maybe he doesn’t have desires for mates anymore, losing 5… That’s a complicated can of worms I wanna ask when I’m allowed to visit. He said I can come back when I can understand his words… When I finish this right of passage. Likely to him, I’m only a child until I rule with him.
For now… I swear I was so hungry I’d eat a lifeless rock. I want something, anything, but this hunger was sudden…
“Ziri, is there a timer on food intake?”
\[Whelp Realm Eaters Must have at least one living planet a year to live, and at least two to grow. Upon reaching the Adolescent stage, at least one star and one living world every billion years.\]
“Awe shit. I may not have that kind of time!” I complained.
\[Young master, Realm Eater stages only reference size and conditions to ascend. If you wish to go beyond limits, and attain power, it is possible.\] She said chipperly.
“So, I’ll have to keep eating to grow bigger… the whelp, adolescent, and I guess adult stages are sizes, not ages… like a video game. I can do this.”
\[Upon being large enough to swallow an afterlife, intake will no longer be required, however, to grow, a Realm Eater must consume at least 1 universe every universe lifecycle, and 2 to grow.\]
“So, once I’m big… I don’t have to do this if I don’t want, but I won’t get big enough to stop Narru… I assume I’ll also have to eat him too.”
\[Correct young master.\]
“Alright.”
I mean if he tastes anything like gods, I’m game. OH! I bet I could season him with stardust! Hehehe! I had an idea.
Awe Fuck Yeah!
I forgot I got grandpa’s fucking book, the god edition. I summoned it, and shrank…. My mouth watered.
Hey wait, this one is a Realm Eater edition…. Eskaal never made any of those? I was glad I shifted so I could thumb through the pages…
I want to eat the pictures! It isn’t fair. I can damn near smell the hot meal, made with real love.
There was that thing he said, but I couldn’t even understand the letters.
Double Sweet!
There IS a recipe for Narru. I’m using it. I’m going to cook him alive over an open bonfire where all the corner ‘barriers touch’. Like the line is imaginary, but kings this big know their boundaries. Even I can see where one scent stops, and the bubble colors change.
I don’t feel ‘sorry’ for him either. He disrupts the *Layer.* his greed puts everyone I know and love in considerable danger…. If I can smell universes, I know the Layer Lords do too…
It smells so good.
Damit I need to stop thinking with my sto-
My stomach growled… and as I’d figured… I’m too small to swallow this Whole thing, but I want it so bad. Like just a Chomp of it and running away might work, but the disruption would alert *every* god that lives there…
It’ll be like when I tried for a sun and wasn’t ready…
#Crispyboy isn’t happening again.
It was a red universe, so no alert should blare if I enter…. Quietly… right? I was human sized… I slipped inside, and this place smelled like a Fucking Food court.
Ok… I had a plan. I don’t think it would be wise to outright go after a living world…
But
Nobody cares about unformed stars with no planet material near them. It’s going to be just a big ball if it does develop… so I did that first. I shifted, being a dragon the size of a solar system with 20 planets now… able to swallow a star…
Awe damn, my neck’s all flappy-do like a pelican. I felt it… girls like flappy neck though. It’s like a beard…
…. Would my mate like a beard though?
I’m going to grow one out. I’ll look like 30, all rugged like uncle Bryson and Grandpa Zuviel. Sometimes they both sport beards Kaiden too. Girls like that right?
“Ziri do girls like beards?”
\[I assume you are preening for your mate. I cannot answer if your mate would like this master, only that she is alive and healthy.\]
I’m gonna do it. I can shave it if it’s stupid.
I smelled chicken.
I flapped to the distant scent, being a quiet as possible with my flaps.
I don’t think I’m ready for this place’s Arviel and Zuviel… or maybe there’s just one big bad?
I don’t know enough to make that kind of mistake.
Then I snapped up any loose planets, floating aimlessly to likely ruin somewhere nice.
It wasn’t filling, but it was … kind of the right direction. It took 3 star’s worth of dust, but I made sure to do it in different areas. I made sure my teleports didn’t disrupt where I left, and in the place of the dust, I moved things around so they Could make living worlds…. Eventually.
Heh, like I’ll be long gone.
Now that I was at least a little sated… I shrank. I’d perfected that mortal fake form. I even *scent* human if I want.
I did that.
If an Alert is on me, they can’t find me while this small… when I see father again... I will thank him…
I … Calaxious gave me a way to. In this shape, I am not a ‘threat’ to raise their console’s attention… Maybe.
I teleported to the closest living world, I guess it’s Italy? The shape was more of a shoe though, not a boot.
Why’d I slip onto one of the tasty planets?
I didn’t care if they saw me take a mouthful of dirt.
Oh… life here has a flavor.
Hubris.
Sin.
No… *mass* sin. Like… that’s not *new* but it’s Better now!
I knew the makeup of every living and dead thing I’d eaten… I knew if it was innocent or not, but once in my mouth, it is processed… so I cannot make mistakes… I Must be Sure they deserve this fate.
I ate a rock.
Fucking Grilled Chicken WITH Garlic Parmesan For Dinner!
There’s no way this place should taste this good if the taste of sin wasn’t akin to MSG.
I’ll have to fight for this. There are gods here if there are humans. I’d landed in a city, oh, about the same size as St. Lui? So like… people see me eating dirt and rocks. I don’t care.
Garlic Chicken!!!!!!!!!!!
But…I’m *really* glad my mate doesn’t see this.