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Dragonrider Mentha AU ft. Virasis as a dragon!

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There was a crack in the roof of Hell.

It was bleeding rays of light that cut through the boiling clouds of orange dust. Burning more than brimstone ever could. Blood caught in the throats of the denizens of hell, their throats as they were burned through to their souls, hotter than brimstone ever could.

They were blinded as great angelic forces poured from the rift in the sky- wheels with eyes churning in great interwoven bands, more frightening than anything in the deepest pits. From the rift came curling bands of eyes, golden chains spiraling in tandem connected each one. The unearthly irises glinted as they searched for enemies. White feathers rained down like snow as they were accosted by the defending armies.

From below the succubus watched in awe at the descent of the angels, a cascade of wings and glinting swords like ze'd never seen. 

Ze was unafraid of the attack. This was the action of a band of fools. Cowards who attacked the roots when they couldn't cut down the tree. No matter how deep they went they wouldn't be able to weed them out.

The angels were losing, and they knew it.

They couldn't stop the decimation of humans so they took their matters straight to Hell's gates. The claws of Hell were wrapped tight around their little mortal throats and they needed someone to blame. It was their fault really. Instead of raising their swords to fight they had been content with whispering in the ears of mankind. Leading them to battle like sheep to the slaughter rather than being sworn protectors of their father's creations.

Even an armed human was a dead human against a demon. Over time there just weren't enough humans left and it was too late for the garrisons to protect the dying breed. These were the last throws of a dying animal, a final hurrah from an army that wanted to go out in style. So they could tell their father that they gave it their best effort.

Dragons and all manner of hellbest raced towards the soldiers with their jaws gnashing terribly. They joined the fray, tumbling through the air in combat.

Mentha called to one and it descended to where ze stood on the crags of rock, offering it's wings. Climbing up onto its back the pair took to the air to witness the devastation as feathered soldiers fell into the abyss, screaming as their wings tore and burned.

Mint let the dragon carry zim up above the fighting, the last stand of the angels. They fell and fell and fell into the consequences of their own arrogance.

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