“What have you done?!” He hissed around the painful lump in his throat. It had to be Seker. There was no other explanation!  “You will remove this curse at once!”
Slifer would not allow something like this to stop him. His lighting tore at his throat. Trapped and stuck like tar, it tore Slifer apart from the inside. Stubbornly, he would try again and again, till he bled.
No! Was the traitorous thought in his head. No! He was not “alright”! He could not call forth his lightning. He could not find his Pharaoh. He was trapped in this too small body with no clue on how to break free. He could not even fly. Everything was wrong! In the end, all Slifer could do was bare his teeth and snarl.Â
“Fix it,” he demanded. Seker could not hold his lightning forever!
What in the —Â
What on earth was he supposed to fix?Â
He had watched the dragon try, again and again, to bring forth some sort of rage that obviously never came. Seker’s eyes narrowed suspiciously now, wondering what on earth the tiny sky god was on about now. First he came into his garden, practically destroyed his trellis, and now it was his fault he couldn’t strike the chaos magician down with lightening?
The chaos magician being himself, obviously. He did so apologize that you were not able to electrocute him, Slifer. Really. His condolences.Â
“I have put no curse on you,” Seker sniffed indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest, “I haven’t the slightest idea as to what you are referring to, let alone what is wrong. But you seem to be in a great deal of pain and discomfort - so perhaps instead of bearing your teeth at me, you will allow me to extract you and at least take you inside.”
He wasn’t completely heartless, see?
Slifer seethed till he could seethe no more. The trellis, cracked as it was, refused to let him go. His anger burned out of him, and left him trembling and tired.Â
“Hnnn.” He met Seker’s gaze stubbornly, teeth still displayed. If not cursed by this magician, then why wasn’t it working?! What was...what was wrong with him? Slifer didn’t want to admit that he was wrong, or that he needed help. But he’d only managed to get more stuck with his temper tantrum rage. "How can I judge your truth?”
It took a massive amount of effort, but Slifer looked away from Seker’s face and gave up his threatening display of teeth and spite. Okay,  he could calm down and be sensible. “Fine. Fine.” he said a second time, more to convince himself. He wasn’t going to snap at Seker when he got close. “Get me out of this thing.”
But if Seker tried to make him say please, he would stay in the goddamn trellis for the rest of his fucking life.
