The saintess, the dragon princess, who sacrificed herself for the sake of the world, was married to the emperor, who was a person who had committed all kinds of disgusting acts, and that fact was no secret. But the saintess with the kindest heart endured all kinds of mistreatment she was put through because she thought that it was nothing compared to the unique races fighting each other to their deaths until the entire world, which she loved, was covered in a strong stench of blood.
Learning about her "weakness," the emperor ordered the servants of the palace to spread a false rumour about the empire planning to start a war with other races, to which, out of complete desperation, the saintess begged the emperor not to do things like that. After enjoying the pleas of the most beautiful saintess, the emperor ignored her entirely.
Despairing for days, the saintess continued to beg the emperor, uncaring for the things happening around her and the disgusting gazes she was getting from her surroundings. As if her commendable efforts had softened his heart, the emperor approached the desperate woman, and it wasn't long before she was turned into a "toy," a "servant," which he used to fulfil his obscene carnal desires, which included many other men.
And what happened after that was simple: he abandoned her after he got bored of her, fulfilling all the disgusting fetishes he had, and she was soon imprisoned in a small room outside the palace. Soon after, those who needed to fulfil their "frustrations" began to visit the small room, unwelcomed.
"And she is still in there." The human that walked into the domain of the dragons finally completed his story as the entire island trembled violently under the uncanny, imperial aura of the dragon king oozed, uncontrollably.
[HUMAN!] Mandrasath roared, enraged after hearing the story of a woman who was none other than his own daughter.
[ARE YOU SPEAKING OF THE TRUTH!?] Mandrasath asked, roaring. His eyes had turned bloodshot as the mesmerising greyish scales formed on his body that seemed to reflect a different colour at different angles; his fingers and toes turned into inhuman claws; and a large tail wiped out that was half the size of his human body.
"I am a person from the palace; I worked as a servant in the palace for years as an undercover, and I know the ins and outs of the palace. I wanted to rush here as soon as I noticed the state of the princess, but it took many years to finally be able to earn the trust of the emperor and become his closest aide." The man explained himself.
"I know that the dragons would turn into "undead" if they defied the laws of the divine, but I just wanted to let a "father" know if the condition "his" "daughter" was living in. I wanted to "help" the princess in one way or another; its only now that I'm finally able to move by myself, so I'll take her somewhere "far away" from the empire before something that "I'm not ready to watch," happens to her, again." Mumbled the human to himself as he walked away with his back turned to the enraged dragons, unfazed by the uncanny aura they oozed.
[HALT!] Mandrasath roared. The human stopped in his steps but didn't turn around to look at the dragons, who noticed his shoulders trembling in sorrow. Even before they could feel the heart-breaking sorrow and rage in the human's tone, even though he seemed to have tried to hide his emotions behind his emotionless tone, one thing they could derive from the words he mumbled at the end and the sorrow in his voice was the fact that the human was desperate to save the woman he loved without even realising that fact himself, but Mandrasath, who noticed them, wouldn't leave him alone, as no matter what, his daughter, whom he was about to save, needed a companion to live her life fully.
[YOU SHALL LEAD US, THE DRAGONS, WHEN WE HAVE TURNED INTO THE UNDEAD!] Mandrasath commanded, and one could understand from his voice that there was no room for any further discussion.
".... Wha-" The human turned around abruptly. But his mouth was forced shut by the dragon king's magic before he could even complete his words.
'He was crying.' Mandrasath thought, even though he couldn't see the human's face, he saw a water droplet that was flung when he turned around abruptly.
'I'll leave the fate of my daughter in your hands, human.' Mandrasath thought. With him being the dragon king, his command was absolute, and though the other unwilling dragons could resist, none did so after hearing the human's story about one of their own kind. With their egos as the dragons firmly built over the years, they weren't one to back away from helping their fellow dragons even in the face of death.
"B-but your majesty, the dragon king, if you take such a hasty decision, what about the princess, who would be forced to watch her own family turn into those disgusting undead-" The human tried to change Mandrasath's decision, but nothing was going to change as the human was forced to shut his mouth once again.
"I declare the extinction of the kingdoms and the empire." The dragon king, Mandrasath, declared and soon enough, hundreds of humongous, hollow, and ominous light-devouring pillars descended upon them from the heavens, and within a matter of minutes, the bodies of the dragons began to rot as their growls began to turn ominous.
Massive chunks of melting flesh fell off the morphing bodies of the dragons. Their egos fought to preserve their lives as their natures turned acidic. Before slimy, green-coloured humongous cores began to form in their bony chests, where the flesh content was extremely low, their wings began to rot as many holes formed in their bat-like humongous wings.
The world was about to witness what would happen if the "neutral" didn't stay neutral anymore and why exactly they were called the "neutral race" to begin with.
***
In the empire's imperial palace.
In the meeting room, sat Zu'e Cerr Daemor, Marcia Sevada Eahavesite, Okisada Gon Amorreoryn, Alexandru Cynan Aewozia, and Godred Lame Toyivalon, in a roundtable with six chairs, five of which were occupied by the above-mentioned, with another person sitting with them, with a perverted look on his face as he scanned Zu'e and Marcia, top to bottom, ignoring how uncomfortable they felt being under his disgusting gaze.
The "roundtable" was nothing but a large enough metal disc that was floating mid-air, sturdily, without even budging an inch. As the chairs, too, floated appropriately even without any legs attached to it.
The room was brightly lit, yet without any decorations, it gave off an interrogation room vibe. The man with the perverted look on his face was the emperor; he had black hair and bright blue eyes, with fierce yet calming and lustrous facial features. He looked like a reincarnated hero, but given his perverted personality, the hero part wasn't considered as much as the perverted part was.
His name was Ortharious Blanin Showiral, Emperor of the Showiral Empire. Ortharious was a smart but perverted man. With his astute mind, he had utilised his strengths properly and had formed alliances with the kingdoms whose rulers were in front of him.
Ortharious, Zu'e, Okisada, Alexandru, and Marcia sat in a roundtable that only had six chairs, respectively, with both women next to Ortharious.
"Your majesty-" Godred called out but was instantly cut short.
"Alright, alright, I heard you. The entire Oyratbus City was wiped out in a single day. And it was done by the fanatics, according to you, who found the traces of the fanatics." Ortharious said with a sigh, exhausted from the repetitive discussion, that it had been weeks since that incident happened and it had been in discussion for a week, yet not a single solution was sought. Though the topic was beginning to annoy Ortharious, since it was a matter of importance and since he was the emperor, his time spent on that useless incident would be inevitable.
"I now understand the true strength of the fanatics. Who are more than capable of destroying a city that stomached many Rank-A's." Ortharious mumbled under his breath, furrowing his brows, as his previous perverted look replaced a serious one.
'Something is wrong.' Ortharious thought inwardly and glanced at the rulers with his brows ceased to furrow and a bright smile on his face that masked his seriousness.
'Godred didn't have a reason to lie; I understand him because he is like me; though perverted, he too is smart, maybe smarter than myself, but it's of no use since he didn't know how to make use of it.' Ortharious pondered inwardly, making ignorant small talk with the rulers.
'The fanatics are a careful bunch; there won't ever leave a trace of their existence, even if they were the ones that were involved in that incident.' He thought, flirting with Zu'e and Marcia outwardly.
'Somebody is plotting something, but who would dare do-' Ortharious pondered, when a thunderous boom that was extremely far away resounded in the room that was made to be isolated from the outside, worldly sounds.
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