dragon's meal: part 2
Several years after the king entered the caves small noises echoed out of them. It was a small child. Born of several blood lines, the small child was a demonic drolfire. His tiny frame was nourished till he was strong enough to leave. He left on a quest but was soon exiled from all places he went. His large wings and long demonic tail gave away his dark nature while his smile was filled with sharp teeth and even larger fangs proof of his vampiric heritage. His dark fur and even darker scales were proof of his wolf blood and dragon blood. He soon gained a name that suited his actual name from the location of his birth. His original name was the Shatin Prince Iriga Krian Erol Sumoa, but the name all had given him was Spikes. Soon it was shortened to Spike and stuck after that. He roamed the lands for a few years before being banished by a sorcerer to hell. He lived there for several long years. He was soon strong enough to be considered one of the demons that lived in the main areas of hell.
After he was able to go through the main things all demons did there he went to the warrior school and learned there. He left and challenged the Dark Ruler for the throne. Spike was quick to win and remained in power for several millennia before one lone figure stood up against him. Spike had grown tired of his power over them and gave up the throne to the demon after marking her face with a scratch that reminded her of her ability to live.
After the long walk out of the kingdom, Spike wandered the vast wastelands outside the gates of hell. He was close to dieing before a massive creature came up to him. His training helped him know that it was a behemoth. One of the wasteland's main predators, not for its size, but for the fact that it killed anything in its path or anything it saw. Spike was ready to die for all he had done as the Dark Ruler.
Just as he thought he would die the behemoth took him within its grasp and took him into a steam vent and down to another massive wasteland that no one had known about. Spike looked at his surroundings as the behemoth took him to a village of other behemoths. With all the knowledge Spike had gained through his life in hell he knew that this was the behemoth's den located past the wastelands and over the mountains. They gathered around him and gave him scraps of food from what looked like dead imps. Spike figured they were going to let him eat so he would be plump for their meal. He ate up the vile meat and as he laid back to rest, the one that brought him there came up with tears in its eyes. Spike was led to another behemoth that was badly wounded.
Spike looked over the badly injured beast and then to the one with tears. He knew this was their way of asking if he could help. Spike nodded and used what small healing magic he knew and was able to close the wound and was left to wander about the area.
As spike surveyed the area of the behemoth's den he found something odd. A massive pillar of stone that formed what looked like an upside down mountain peak. Spike flew to the top and rested there with his legs hanging off the edge. Several days passed before Spike heard a loud sound at the bottom. Spike looked over the edge to see the behemoth he had healed was standing there calling up to him.
Spike hopped down and bowed to it then started walking around to look at the rest of the area. He was stunned to notice that the behemoth was following him around. Soon Spike turned to face it in a defensive stance only to be licked as if the behemoth was a feral dog. Spike shook the slobber off and spoke to it. "Why is it you follow me behemoth?"
The behemoth tilted its head some and moved up licking him again then sat down on its haunches and spoke in basic hell speak. "You saved me demon, I am grateful and will cherish you till you die or I die." With that spike gave it an odd look and rolled his eyes turning around and continuing his survey of the area.