True, but I think Steve Rogers is just showing off. 🙂
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The Traveler – by Yakira
The dragon paced back and forth, his sharp claws marring the floor of his midnight prison. His dark soulless eyes, filled with countless evils and murders, darted towards a heavy black door, locked and chained, keeping him inside. He snorted at the idiocy of the humans who had put him there. He could have torn the door from its hinges, but the curse on him was strong and prevented it.
Though there was no light, he could still see every detail of the room. Not that there was much to see. All four walls were made of rough-cut black stone, as were the ceiling and floor. A heavy darkness that could crush any dreams or hopes, emanated from the dragon’s obsidian scales.
He growled with impatience. Where was that man? The human should have answered his call hours ago. But that was humans for you; arrogant and full of themselves. A wicked smile crept onto his face. This little fact made them particularly susceptible to temptation, an art in which he was well practiced.
The door creaked open and a man dressed in dark royal robes entered the room. He held up a lantern full of flickering green flames and looked at the dragon, his dark eyes glittering, the light of the lantern gleaming on a gold circlet which rested upon his black hair. The scowl on his face marred what could have been handsome features.
“Why have you called me, Diabolos?” The man asked.
“Because I am restlesss. I need to go above ground. The time is near. My army is growing. I can feel it,” Diabolos answered. He stopped his pacing and looked the man in the eye, his ears flat. “You know I cannot go anywhere without your consssent.”
“Yes, I know.” The man said, smirking. “But what I don’t know is why you insist on ruling over me like I’m your dog.” He narrowed his black eyes and spat out the last word like a curse.
The dragon growled dangerously, digging his claws into the hard stone underfoot. They sunk in as if the ground were made of butter. He didn’t bother controlling his temper. Let the human cower in his wrath. “You know why, Huram! You may be the keeper of my flesh, but I am the keeper of your sssoul! If you die, then you shall burn in my dominion forever.” Here, the dragon smiled wickedly.
“Because of thisss curssse, I may be hindered in my movementsss but not in my plansss. Have you ssseen my accomplishmentsss? My army is growing every hour. More are falling prey to my influenssse. The time of glory is drawing near. I have even ssstolen the ssstars out of the sssky! Is that not proof enough of who is more powerful?” Diabolos’ colorless eyes burned with flames, and his black tongue slid between equally dark teeth.
Huram’s eyes held caution and he took a step back. Diabolos gloated in the man’s fear.
The man stood thinking a moment, and a slow smile crept onto his face. “How about we make an agreement?”
Diabolos snorted a stream of smoke through flaring nostrils. “What kind of agreement?”
“If you give me twenty years of freedom, then I will give you twenty years of freedom, after my time is up.”
A disgusted look took over the dragon’s hideous face. “How do I know you won’t cheat me?” Flames licked between his teeth and he drew close to the man.
Huram backed away once more, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Lifting a hand he took another cautious step back. “I swear by my soul I will give you freedom.”
The dragon chuckled. “I will have your sssoul one way or another, but I will take your futile oath.” How stupid humans were! He laughed inwardly. Snaking his head closer, his black tongue tested the air. He placed one of his large black wings behind Huram, cutting off further escape. “But you must give me thirty yearsss. I need time to finish building my army.”
“Twenty-five years. No more, no less.” Huram said raising his chin, his eyes full of defiance. But behind the defiance, his soul quivered and squirmed. Diabolos hardly held back his glee, his hatred. The man annoyed him terribly. But he must keep him; to use him as a pawn, at least until the man had a spawn of his own. Then he could dispose of him as he wished.
Snorting a stream of smoke in the man’s face, he gave him an irritated nod. “Fine. I’ll give you your twenty yearsss if you give me my twenty-five.”
“When the moon waxes to it’s fullest then you will give me my freedom.” Huram turned to leave and Diabolos lifted his wing, allowing him to exit. The man left, closing the door behind him. The sound of chains rattling signaled that the door was being locked once more.
Diabolos sat down on the floor and curled his tail about his feet. A chuckle, cold and cruel, drifted from his mouth. He could wait a mere twenty years, all the while using Huram as his puppet. It was a mere breath of wind to him, an immortal dragon. What the foolish human did not know was that he, the great Diabolos, was the inspiration that whispered in his ear, the one who held full control. He chuckled again.
“Yesss little human, and in that time we will sssee who is the mossst powerful.” Diabolos hissed, a grotesque smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
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