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Deception among Us

Cynder took a walk near the black lake, feeling relieved after that courier job she undertook. She got a chance to try out her wind after a while unable to get out from the medical cave wing. Sikha knew her condition now and she was relieved that she was able to walk freely after the bleeding had stopped. Now, after training to walk with three legs, the dragoness managed to walk without the aid of her wind, knowing that it was tiring to use wind every time.

The lake was calm (no wonder. No natural wind flowed there) and as calm as the lake, so did the meadow and the lake shore. No activities, including fish and birds, were present at the lake. It wasn't really that weird. The place was eerie from the first place, something that suited Cynder. The lake looked a lot clearer than the first time she saw it. At that time she clearly saw many floating human bones as if the dragons she would become friends with threw their food into the lake, polluting it. After a little explanation from the ever-so-talkative dragon Coraero, she knew the Dark Sentinel protected humans, not eating them, although she shivered when they mentioned the lake's demon guardian Yorloka, in which she had only once seen in a dire situation and not in a calm moment like this.

"Having to guard the lake from litters really pissed him off, huh? That demon dragon was really scary," said Cynder to herself. "I wonder if he's in the lake somewhere..."

"H...hey! Don't get into the lake!"

That voice came from behind Cynder, and when she turned she gasped.

There was Yorloka, with his inverse pentagram tattoo on his draconic forehead running to her direction. Cynder had no time to dodge when he bumped to her and she fell to the lake. Right at the same time Yorloka pulled Cynder and with his soul minions, provided a platform to Cynder. The black dragoness was soaked all over.

"You want to die?! My soul slaves are on the surface of this lake when I am not guarding it, fool!"

"W...wait, I'm sorry, I didn't know! Don't kill me!" exclaimed Cynder with utter fear. She knew Yorloka was a demon dragon and of course pissing off a demon meant death. Yorloka's aura was intimidating enough to make Cynder almost faint, if not for the soul all around her. The black demon dragon just stared Cynder, watching her slowly got her life siphoned by the soul he controlled, before he pulled Cynder's tail and threw her to the shore. Luckily Cynder's back leg didn't bleed anymore, but she was too weak to move. The dragon only sat beside her like how a human sat, watching the sea. He sometimes stared at Cynder. His red slit eyes made the black dragoness wanted to change her view, but knowing that she was paralyzed, she couldn't.

Only when Cynder had managed to regain the strength to talk did she weakly said, "T...thanks. I...don't have the time to talk to you when...when Avila's power was awakened. I...I thought you're a random dragon or some sort."

"That's fine," replied Yorloka. "Although, it's a sight if I can see your soul got siphoned and you became my servant for your eternal life. Just kidding."

Cynder made a low growl. Somehow, the tone didn't suggest that he was kidding.

Yorloka continued. "I believe you're Avila's friend, right?"

"Y...yeah..."

"I haven't introduced myself. It's Yorloka."

"The demon dragon of misery?"

"Yeah, that's me in any sense."

"I'm Cynder."

"Okay...Cynder, what are you doing near my lake?"

"I was just watching the scenery when...when you jumped to me."

"Really? I thought you're curious on why there are so many bones and why the lake became so clear now. It's simple, really. Your friend gave me this fucking task to clean the lake so you dragons can bathe in peace with no grime. I respected her, though. She's like a demon to me."

"Is it normal for demons to be this nice?"

"Hey, is it normal for dragons to talk normally with demons? Of course not. You and Avila are freaks, you know that? We preyed on you dragons, giving fear, putting misery...although it's not our real personality. Old World dragons are...let's just say, demonic in appearance, but not always demonic in nature."

"Not always?"

"Yes...not always. It's complicated, though. Avila and...my sister were the only dragons cared to me. While we lived in the confines of the underworld, we had no love to each other, and we tried to find the world of peace, like this overworld."

"You talk this with your heart or only to deceive me?" asked Cynder.

"You think just because I'm a fucking demon and I have no heart?! We're also beings! Dragons in the upperworld are really fuckers! We're only doing our job."

"Doing your job by preying on humans?"

"We can't and won't be able to quit once we're in this shit! It's the king's order."

Cynder wanted to say something she suddenly forgot when she realized Yorloka was gripping her left leg. Thinking of any horrible outcome while she was this weak made her closed her eyes, only hoping on the best of all things. But after little while, she didn't feel anything painful, but warmth. Something warm was near her leg.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw that Yorloka was touching her left leg. It was like limping, and she felt as if the part had not connected to her body at all, although the warmth was touching her. She felt calm, very calm. Her body felt like relaxed.

"Damn, I'm sorry," said Yorloka in a calm tone. "I'm pissed off to not realize that your leg is sprained. Let me help you with that."

The warm touch made Cynder felt energy started to get into her body, and as Yorloka finished, she had full control on her body. While the black dragoness felt the demon dragon felt sinister, the warmth diminished her initial thoughts about him. He's really a nice demon, if not miserable.

Meanwhile Avila was watching Cynder from afar. With Yrelka from the cave, she guarded Cynder in case she was attacked again. She reacted too soon when Yorloka bumped with her, thinking he was an enemy. She was relieved when she knew the dragon bumped to her. She didn't tell Yorloka on the fact, though.

"Damn it! He almost got himself into trouble!" said Yrelka that was little than pleased when seeing her twin brother almost botched their task. "I should've told him about..."

"Stop that, Yrelka!" interrupted Avila. "Only we three must know on any plot to overthrow the Sentinel. We're going to be in this kind of operation for now."

"What? If this is only for the three of us the others can be in danger!" said Sikha. "And why do you believe me not as a betrayer? I could have killed Mikha and gave that deep cut..."

"Cynder and I are still new members, Yrelka is an outsider, while you have the deep cut on you. Doesn't that convince you? No normal dragons except those able to transfer pain is able to make that deep cut without feeling a great pain that forced them to stop. I know you're not all that tolerant to pain seeing that you're sometimes trying to hold the pain on your leg. Your reaction to Cynder's condition was genuine as you didn't know what happened here when you left."

"Hey, but if..."

"If you talk more that this I have no choice to make you the traitor," said Avila. Her own appearance made Sikha closed his maw in fear of her giving nasty illusions to him. Avila turned her head to watch both dragons near the lake. If there was any attack she and Yrelka would be ready.

They both relieved themselves when Cynder returned after talking for at least an hour with Yorloka, where the sun started to dim and the dark night started to replace the night. Avila didn't saw when Yorloka was following Cynder.

"Yor...are you following me or not?"

"Like I said earlier, my name is Yorloka," said the demon dragon while walking in the dark tunnel. "You can't just shorten my name like that."

"Yeah, but now hearing your long name is a burden, okay? Yor...this is modern world, okay? I don't care if you think this is not respecting others, but this is a kind of friendship, right?"

"But that's..."

Cynder turned her head to him. "Don't worry, Yor, everything will be alright. Trust me. They are not normally hostile...except if they heard your long name."

They walked in the dark tunnel which Yorloka thought as an eternity. He never even understood why any dragons wanted to make a dark tunnel like that one, especially the fact that the tunnel was thick of blood scent.

His curiosity took his composure, though.

"Hey, Cynder, is it normally so goddamn dark in here?"

"Well...this is where your sister lives."

"Yrelka? I thought she lives in the forest. Damn...then I crossed her domain."

"No! This is not her permanent domain! She only lived here because of the darkness. She wasn't responsible for the death of the humans that excavated this cave, though, and I won't believe a kind dragon like her can be a killer."

"She's also a demon dragon, so it's okay for her to be feared of."

"Then what are you, then? Your name has fire in it."

"Fire?"

They finally reached a stairway designed for four-legged dragons (forcing Yorloka that was normally a two-legged dragon to walk on all fours), and they finally reached the main hall where there were three dragons there, Coraero, Javoux, and Fenrico talking to each other. They immediately noticed both presences and then Cynder said, "Hey, guys, what's up?"

"Never better seeing you able to walk after those," said Fenrico with a smile. "How's that leg?"

"Better. I can walk with three now."

Javoux saw Cynder's friend, Yorloka that nervously smiled to them while they stared him with a piercing stare. Though he was over 500 years old, the demon dragon almost never met any surface dragons aside from Cynder and Avila, and of course his habit of trash-talking could mean a problem in his part for neglecting his duty of guarding the lake instead of being a bloodthirsty demon.

"H...hi," said Yorloka while trying to not meeting their eyes. "My name is..."

"He's Yor..."

"Yorloka, huh?" said Coraero with serious tone. "You really have a free time for walking into our cave."

"Y...yeah, apparently I..."

"Don't be that shy, Yorloka." Coraero made a smile while staring up at him. He was really high for walking with two back legs. "You don't look like what the legends told about you being a...giant school of savage fish or...a mutated fish?"

"Okay, I'm not a fish, but a demon, but why are you talking to me like I'm a normal dragon?" thought Yorloka. "You should've been scared by the name. Fuck...the surface world really is not normal."

"Ehm...he looks beautiful than what I've imagined, though," said Javoux with a nasty grin on his face. Yorloka didn't know what his nasty draconic grin was, but he unknowingly shivered when he realized Javoux had the same 'dirty little secret' as he did....

While Cynder and the two dragons walked to the other side of the room where Avila and Yrelka walked into the hall, Yorloka was being approached by Javoux. Near him, Yorloka made a shy smile seen in a weird perspective from below by the vampire dragon. He didn't know there was also another dragon like this aside from that young black dragon he tormented some days before.

"You look younger than what I imagined you are," said Javoux with a flirty tone. "How old are you?"

"Uh...I lost track..."

"I can guess you're the one making Jekizira more of a sub than a dom, right?"

The change of topic awakened something inside Yorloka's mind, when he replied, now with a more cheerful style of talking.

"Yeah, he really is willing when he struggled to let me permit him," said Yorloka.

Javoux chuckled. "Heh...he always likes to role play with me whenever there is a free time, but now he really enjoyed it. So...."

When the vampire dragon whispered to Yorloka when he lowered his head, the dragon's devilish expression made a suggestion that he took the tip pretty seriously.

"So...shall we?"

"Oh...sure...it will be one fucking night."

Avila turned to Cynder and Yrelka, before saying, "Can I trust you two not to make this a worse condition, also not to your rider, Cory?"

"Just tell us what you want to tell."

"It's just...the three of us suspected a dragon staged the assault."

There was yet another silence, when Coraero turned his head all around and whispered, "You mean, a traitor among us?"

"Yes...this doesn't concern the riders. Anyway, what are they doing while we're like this?"

"While we dragons normally take guard, the riders move on with their normal lives. Jon is a military trainer, Fenrico's rider Geoff is a cook, and other things they relate with normal lives. As our base of operation is in the mountain, they had a club down at the mountain base where they regularly met with Sikha's rider as the bartender. They won't gonna take action when this concerns dragons and only dragons, in fear of killing themselves. They took action evacuating the residents when the assault happened."

"That's alright. This is not their problem, after all. I want to tell you both not to tell Jek, Javoux, Pio, Poio, and other dragons you know in this Sentinel. I trusted both of you as the leader and the commander of this Dragon Dark Sentinel, okay? Anyway, where's Javoux?"

A very loud burst of laughter came from the corridor. At first Avila thought the dragon was telling a very funny joke, but when she heard the words like a dragon being tormented in the laughter, she started to run to the corridor when Coraero stopped her.

"Wait, that was Jekizira."

"Jek can be in danger!"

"No, there is no danger in that. Jek always laughs out hard whenever Javoux is inside. He's rather ticklish, you know."

Avila realized and felt uneasy when he knew what Yorloka did to Jekizira back when he first saw the demon dragon. She wanted to forget that, but realized that was nasty enough for her to remember all of them.

The laughter ceased for half an hour later, and as the corridor silenced enough, Avila silently walked in front of the cave where Jekizira and Javoux shared a room, seeing that the place seemed normal until a loud moan came from inside and she could hear all what happened inside.

"P...please," said Jekizira. "Don't tickle me! I'm ticklish!"

"Oh?" said a sinister voiced Yorloka. "You want us to tickle you again?"

"No! No more! I beg you!"

"Oh...but then...we won't be happy, you little nice pet," said Javoux. "How about if we obscure your vision?"

"No! Please!"

A very, very strong laughter burst out again, this time even more powerful than before. A mixture of roar, laugh, and begging came out from the room and this made Avila even more curious when the laughter had ceased, worried that they killed Jekizira in laughter.

"Oh...is my little pet sad?" said Javoux with a cooing tone. "Don't cry..."

"Ehe...really, all these things made him excited."

"No! Don't do that! Please! Please, I'll be a good pet! No, I'll serve you both!"

"Oh...then be a good pet by begging!"

Avila didn't want to imagine what they were doing in there when Jekizira moaned. She was rather uneasy with same gender mating, while her mate really hated that. Not that she would hate them, but, this thing was really getting into her nerves.

"Damn it...there really are weird dragons in this world," said Avila with a sigh. She walked to her cave to sleep.