this gonna affect the fell dragon populationâ sombron & veyle
how is he alive? she thinks as he speaks, because she remembers killing him. she remembers the courage it took to finally decide that his life needed to end. the courage she gained only because she had the divine one at her side.
she needed him again. it is not easy to face her papa alone. her hands tighten into tiny little fists, her eyes going wide when he mentions her âdear sisterâ.
there is only one person he could be talking about.Â
her sister is not the alear of her world, but she is her familyâ the divine oneâ all the same. the two alears are practically the same people anyways. thus, she is fiercely protective of them both. a fact that influences her next action.
âwhat did you say to her!?â she snarls, grabbing misericorde at her waist as if finally waking up and seeing the threat her papa imposes.âi donât regret taking your life papa!â she takes a single step forward, fell dragon blood singing to her. âi will do it again if i have to!â
Veyle's reactions were exactly as Sombron thought they would be. She was so young and entirely too emotional. Fell Dragons were never meant to be so pathetic. It was revolting. The way his children clung to one another rather than stand up on their own and fulfill his bidding. He had brought them into the world and he had every right to take them out of it.
"Will you, Veyle?" Sombron said, his blank expression lighting up with a malicious look in his eye. His eyes squint, the third on his forehead stilling its rapid movements to focus solely on Veyle, and Sombron smiled. It was a smile that held no warmth and no kindness to it. One that showed an intense mockery toward his young daughter, his venomous fangs on display for her to see. His gaze was as dead as it ever was, pointed directly at Veyle. "Will you finally cease cowering like the sniveling weakling you presented yourself as to your family? You forget yourself. You're alone here now with no divine dragon to protect you. Yet you draw your weapon with the intention of attacking me."
Sombron slowly made his way over to her. One methodic step at a time, his robes dragging across the grave dirt. His wings splayed out behind him, making himself appear even bigger in the rapidly approaching shroud of night.
"This is your fault."












