Fire and brimstone (Tristeza and Akuma)

[Tristeza]

They had thrown it all into the war. Numbers, resources, pride, all at stake for control over the fertile land they'd had the misfortune of sharing with the dragons. All reduced to nothing. Compared to the scaly fiends, all the demons had was greed and numbers, while the dragons were, to simply put it, more ancient than most of them, considerably more powerful and a lot less prone to rushing into battle.

These were all things Kelevra thought of while she sat down amidst a row of other demons and demonesses, all profiled neatly for their future masters to size them up and take their pick, amidst the ruins of what once had been a splendorous mansion. Her home. Now turned to a pile of scorched rubble and a slave trading pit. She growled as a pike prodded her up until she stood, hissing at the bearer. She was the daughter of the demons leader. Her pride could be wounded, but it still stood.

 

[Akuma]

Dhamon walked down the row of demons growling slightly at them. They had tried to win a war that they knew they could not win. While few in number Dragons were wise old creatures and their strength had always gone unmatched for century's. When he reached Kelevra he stopped and gave a toothy grin at her. Bring up his front foot he pointed a talon at her. Indicating in a silent language that she was to be his.

Even during the war Dhamon was always referred to as the Great black dragon. He was one of the few of his kind of dragons. Since black dragons were always aggressive they were mostly sought out and killed for that very reason. Not to mention the damage the did when they moved into forests, Always turned into swamps due to the toxic bile they spewed.

 

[Tristeza]

It was only when the demoness stood up that she understood why they were parading the slaves-to-be like this. When her fiery gaze turned from glaring at the slave keeper behind her to the black mass standing right in front of her. Instantly, Kelevra tensed, the fire marking her pitch black skin glowing for a moment, mirroring the immense rage that filled her inside, as her face turned from mild annoyance to a an angry scowl. The Great Black. Countless had died, if not to the miasma it spewed, to its ruthlessness. Her father included. As far as Kelevra was concerned, this was adding insult to injury.

His grin and the choice sealed her anger. A sudden surge of power rushed through the fire demoness's body, and the chains that held her to the rest of the line melted away like butter. Kelevra'd bend her knees to any other dragon. This one, she'd sooner give away her life trying to slay him than give in. Her spree was cut short though, and as soon as her feet lift off the ground to lunge at Dhamon, a binding spell fired off behind her, placing a golden collar around her neck and knocking her out, her mostly naked body spilling on the floor. On the collar, magical runes glowed a pale purple, sealing her powers within. "Forgive us for this outburst, sire." The mage that had bound Kelevra down stepped forward, bowing deeply to the dragon. "Our initial wards weren't sufficient. We shall transport her wherever you desire."

 

[Akuma]

Dhamon growled at the mage. "Begone!" His voice boomed over the pit. He grabbed Kelevra with his foot enclosing her in a prison barred with talons. Lifting off the ground he took to the sky as he headed home. It was true he had done the most damage due to his toxic mixture of miasma. "Stupid demoness." He said as he flew a good bit away from the torched and destroyed lands before reaching a swamp.

Home at last after being gone so long. Landing on a plain of dirt and rocks he dropped Kelevra on the ground only to land behind her. He wasn't sure when she would wake up from the bind. The swamp was home to every toxin their could be and providing you didn't trudge through it for hours like most ended up doing you wouldn't die.

 

[Tristeza]

It actually didn't take her long to wake up. Kelevra was resilient by nature, with a certain degree of immunity to magic. Whether it was due to her specific kind or latent power within her, the few demon scholars hadn't had the time to figure it out before calamity struck and she joined the front lines. Regardless, it had allowed her to escape the enchanted chains, and now it let her recover faster from the spell, coming around shortly after Dhamon let go of her on the dirt.

"Fuck... my head..." the demoness cursed as she stirred awake, slowly rising to her knees. What had happened? Her vision was blurred, and there was a slightly uncomfortable feel of nausea and headache, but Kelevra could recognize enough to figure out she was not at the remnants of her home anymore. One slightly deeper breath, and the smell of the surrounding swamp confirmed her suspicions. She was in the line, and they made her stand... Someone picked her... who was it again?

When Kelevra wobbled up to stand and finally turned around, her brows furrowed at the sight. The Great Black.

 

[Akuma]

"Your awake, That's good." Dhamon said with a smirk. "I was hoping that the collar didn't kill you." He said basically insulting her with how weak she was. "Do not try to run, You might be more resilient then humans but your father fell to my poison, Don't think you wont either." He said with a huff.

Bringing a talon towards her he knocked her back so she would fall on her ass. Knowing full well that she would still be a little disoriented from the spell. "Your going to obey me, Live with me, And pretty much have your life ran by the thing you hate most." Dhamon said. "This wouldn't have happened but your race was stupid enough to start the war or was it me..." He said with a grin.

 

[Tristeza]

Kelevra hissed at his remark, closing her fists out of habit. In a normal situation, she'd have pounded the hell out of whatever was annoying her to smithereens, but the utter void of heat on her hands added to the large pool of reasons why the female shouldn't even consider that option. As much as she didn't want to admit, Dhamon was right. She was weak, and the cool feel of metal against her neck would probably be a good enough reminder to keep her on her toes. The memory of her father's death also did wonders to cement the thought.

Her shaky balance was thrown off with the mere flick of his talon, once again hitting the dirt. Stupid collar. Stupid dragon. Having her life ran by him? Ha, he'd have to sweat his chops for that. "We would have had the war if you didn't come, Great Black. You weren't supposed to come." Kelevra mumbled, regaining her footing, this time with more certainty. That had indeed been the plan. All was accounted for, all but Dhamon's presence. The demons had counted on the black dragon staying put, since his kin was feared in general, even by the other dragons. That was their biggest blunder... or was it? "You? You started the war?" One of her eyebrows raised, her voice skeptical.

 

[Akuma]

"No of course not." Dhamon said. " why would I start a war if meaning I had to leave home and deal with the annoyance of the outside." He said. Dhamon didn't even come out to help win the war but he was asked and then bribed. The dragons had a hard time but the miasma Dhamon spewed into the demons camps was so very potent it broke their ranks and killed fast.

"Your father believe it or not went after our eggs." He said. "A dragons egg is like a diamond...precious and pure." He said. "Plus I got a helping of gold and first slave pick." He said with a laugh.

 

[Tristeza]

The fact that her suspicions were right was rather jarring. He had to have come out of favor. Or bribery. But even the bribery had to have some rather important reason, or else... Dhamon wouldn't have come out, they had known of how reclusive the black dragon was...

The eggs. Kelevra's eyes widened at the revelation. It was all because of the eggs! So much for the plan to kill the parents and raise the dragonlings under the demons' service. Her father had gone for the eggs first and foremost?? The demoness shook her head, sighing out of deep disappointment. A brow raised at the dragon. "And you picked me out of everyone else. Your enemy goes after your offspring, and you get the enemy's in reward. Peachy." The demoness's eyes looked around them, seeing nothing but swamp and dirt. "Not that you have any descendants of your own, hah." Kelevra chuckled, smirking smuggly. "No one gets close enough to you, or want to, I bet."

 

[Akuma]

He growled at her last comment. "You know nothing little girl." He as he stood up. "Black dragons are rare and only silve female dragons can bare our young." He said as he put his clawed foot ontop of her pressing down. "Your kind are a smudge on this planet you've been destroying our mates and stoping us from moving forward." Dhamon growled as he pressed harder. "Tell me how would if feel to breath the same pleading words your father did?"

 

[Tristeza]

Suddenly, Kelevra felt small. Really small. In that same moment, she wished she had kept her comment to herself, the air knocked out of her as Dhamon's foot pressed down on her. Her breathing rushed, gasping harder as more weight was put into it. Yet, she didn't squirm. Kelevra didn't try to escape, nor pry Dhamon's talons away. "That's what... everyone... thinks... humans, dragons... demons... a plague... all we... wanted... was a home... away from it all..." She chuckled feebly, feeling her ribs starting to give away, like hundreds of small needles prickling her lungs. "It'd feel... shitty..."

 

[Akuma]

After a few more seconds of crushing her he removed his foot and laid down with a sigh his eyes closed. "If you can get up after that then good, but if you can't I think I will have a little snack before I nap." Dhamon said with a small chuckle. "Dragons are as old as humans so stop speaking gibberish." Dhamon added as his tail moved around slightly. He was getting irritated by this demoness and it wouldn't look good for her after all she had no where to run and for her to fight him would mean she'd have to gain the power of a dragon or find his weakest point. "Just lay their for now till i think of something fun to do with you." He added.

 

[Tristeza]

When the pressure was lifted, she felt relieved, very relieved, and lucky, rolling on her side as the air rushed back into her lungs, coughing and panting desperately for a while, breathless. The demoness actually considered the thought of being killed then and there a reality soon to come, and it'd have been a rather painful death in fact. Crushed underneath a dragon's paw. How ridiculous. Kelevra'd much rather have died a honorable way, in the battlefields, amidst the carnage. Not a helpless whelp at the mercy of brute weight and strength.

The demoness lifted herself to sit on her knees slowly, just to show Dhamon she wasn't put out of comission and could still move around. Maybe not talk for some moments, but probably speaking wouldn't be a good idea. He seemed to be getting annoyed, maybe pissed even, and one close call was enough for the moment. All in all, Kelevra had no death wish. At least, not a dishonorable one, and it seemed such was the only thing at hand. Stupid collar.

The thought of the collar brought the issue back to her mind, as Dhamon seemed to settle down and leave her to her own devices. It had left her powerless. Well, not completely, else her clothes would have all but vanished and her ribs cracked, but the enough to render Kelevra absolutely harmless. Her eyes wandered to the swamp around them, and the sickly mist that permeated the air, clouds of variable thickness not allowing her to see more than greenish shapes that muted quickly into the background not too far off the isle they were resting in. She'd most definitely die intoxicated out there, making running not an option. Quite the desolate life, this dragon lead. Kelevra almost pitied him. Almost. Sighing, the demoness took off the cloths that hung from her diminute armor and covered herself with them, laying back down on the dirt. Maybe an idea of what to do herself would occur to her in her own nap.

 

[Akuma]

That's how it was for the rest of the night both the dragon and demoness asleep. When the sun started to rise Dhamon was just starting to wake up. His tailed thumped against the ground as he streatched out. Looking about him for the demoness to see if she was their or perhaps dead in the swamp.

Spotting her he got up and moved so his body was over her small frame. He wanted to wait for her to wake up and be spooked at the sight. How fun it would bbe when she would see nothing but a black figure standing over her.