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Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to me. However, there are some aspects in this that are based (not taken) off of other works, including "The Legend of a Warrior" which is the creation of the artist and author known as Killer Tiger, to whom this is a homage to and I regard as a much better writer. Thus, you'll see some similarities between the two series. Also, for this specific chapter, the name of Killer Tiger's character Killer "Wyvern" Huxely is referenced. That purely belongs to Killer Tiger.

Name: Drake Harkonen

Gender: Male

Race: Mu Dragon (The last of his kind)

Homeland: Long-lost continent of Mu (Was destroyed within ancient times)

Age: Unknown (Is thousands of years old and has infinite lifespan)

Height (normal) in "Hellblazer" form: 18 feet 9 inches

Height (both true and maximum) in "Black Scourge" (both true and maximum) form: 26 feet, 8 inches

Height (Minimum): 14 feet, 5 inches

Weight: 16,578 pounds (Does not gain nor lose mass between forms although it does "appear" that way)

Blood type: Unknown

Hair: Bald (like most dragons)

Likes: Military, sex, fighting, honor, bloodshed, the taste and feel of blood, rape and murder (especially if it's is justified), Tigers (simply because they're currently the strongest fighting force), Krostavia (Before the battle of Winchester), fellow warriors, survival, strength, and various kinds of rock and metal music.

Dislikes: Arrogance, dishonor, rape and murder that is unjustified, cowards, his time as Typhon and Dracul Tepes, cruelty to lesser species by the ruling class (part of why he hated himself when he was Dracul Tepes), decadence, crime, laziness, Demons (unless they're allies), and weakness (unless it's justified, like quadriplegia for ex.)

Occupation: Mercenary, Assassin, Terrorist, Pit-fighter, and Street-fighter. Used to be a monster-slayer and gladiator in ancient times, and was once the founder and tyrant ruler of the nation of Reagen, which had lived and died out during ancient times.

Military codename: Hellblazer

Nickname: None, except Big Nasty, Scaly Bastard, and other such names (by those whom he trained).

Alternate names (in no order of when he got them): Typhon (original name), Typh, Black Scourge, Drago, Dracul Tepes, Black Scar, The Destroyer of Nations, The Slayer of Heroes, The Dark Protector of Krosoun (As Drago), Dark Mercenary (As Drago), The Father of all Monsters, and countless others throughout myth, legend, and history.

Specialties (What he's good at): Tactical genius in warfare; expert swordmaster, axeman, lance-man, knife-fighter, knife-thrower, axe-thrower, javelin thrower, sniper, and gunslinger (real fast on the quick draw); Supreme pit-fighter, street-fighter, boxer, and wrestler; Master archer; Master hand-to-hand combatant; Expert at Black Ops, tracking, assassination, survilalism, reconnaissance, terrorism, swordsmithing, and espionage; Expert of torture (also innovator), interrogation, killing, incapacitation, raping, and mutilation; Also keeps himself in shape, constantly training when he's not fighting, doing work as an assassin, terrorist, or mercenary, or fucking. He can also understand dozens of ancient languages, including some Demonic ones. He also gets along with fellow warriors quite well. He's also great at gathering info about the armies of his clients, such as weaponry, training, etc. He's also good at drinking contests.

Non-Specialties (What he's decent at): Singing, dancing, working with computers, drawing art, making deals with clients, and is a decent cook. Finally, he's able to forge swords using an alloy whose formula was only known to the inhabitants of Mu, but is not able to forge armor with the same formula.

Anti-Specialties (What he's bad at): Sewing, playing musical instruments (Doesn't use the time to learn these), and is horrible at gambling games like poker and mahjong.

Allies: Any mercenary and military unit whose soldiers he can get along with. Notably was part of the now defunct Hellions.

Enemies: Berzelt

In-between (Not enemy nor ally): Echidna, and the Assassin's Guild

Preferred hand-to-hand style: Modified mix between Pankration, Mixed Martial Arts, Hybrid Martial Arts, and Freestyle. Also likes to fight dirty against multiple opponents, but he'll only fight dirty in one-on-one duels when the opponent does so as well. Otherwise, he'd fight honorably most of the time. In any case (honorably or dirty), he'll fight with absolute brutality and cruelty, utilizing every part of his body if he has to. He also likes to fight in his "Hellblazer" form, deceiving opponents of what he's truly capable of. He also learned the detailed anatomies of various species, so he'll go after the weak parts (such as the solar plexis, kidneys, throat, neck, eyes, etc.) if he feels like it.

Preferred Melee Weapons:

Ragnarok- A 17-foot broadsword forged by Drake and made with a really durable Muian alloy that is not able to be dented by even high-caliber gunfire and has an edge that is sharper than a diamond blade. Its blade is the color of darkened blood and its hilt is black in color with a brutal looking design.

Muramasa- A 15-foot katana-like sword (it's double-edged though, hence "katana-like") also forged by Drake, that is made with the same alloy that Ragnarok is made with, but is faster and even sharper. It also has a crimson blade, but one that is lighter in color to normal blood. It has some Muian writing on the blade that says "Death awaits" etched in black letters near the hilt. The design for this blade came from some swords Drake saw in Lumiora. Also, there's another 15-foot katana-like sword, Masamune, which is forged and wielded by Echidna. Its blade is purple in color, just as sharp and durable, and has "Death awaits" etched in black letters in Lemurian writing. She's faster and deadlier with these swords than Drake is. This weapon has long been missing in Drake's arsenal.

Drake also has another broadsword that is 14-feet long, and is able to split into two separate swords. It was designed after a sword he wielded while serving in the forces of the ancient nation Krostavia as the mercenary known as Drago, but is made with the same Reagean Steel that was first developed in Cartina when he was Dracul Tepes, making it stronger and sharper than normal steel, but less so than the Muian alloy. He can carry this with the other two swords on his back.

Preferred Ranged Weapons:

Devileye- A Really powerful anti-material rifle that is used by Drake as a sniper rifle. It is customized with bipods, a built-in silencer, and an optic sight that is able to see hundreds of yards, able to fire customized ammo that is similar to the Raufoss rounds (which are armor-piercing, explosive, and incendiary), but are also powerful enough to shoot through a tank's armor and is of a much larger caliber. The gun itself is very heavy as well, requiring at least a team of three normal men to carry it.

Hell's Bane: Anti-material rifle that is designed like an assault rifle rather than a sniper rifle and has a huge magazine. It is very durable in any environment, rarely jams, and has single-fire and automatic fire modes. Also has bipods and the same optic sight that the Devileye has. The gun itself is very heavy as well, is capable of firing 120 rounds, and has a single-shot grenade launcher that can be separated from it. Due to its size and weight (which like the Devileye requires a team of normal men to carry it), it's actually more comparable to a heavy machine gun rather than an assault rifle. Finally, Drake has both a cutomized silencer and a huge, heavy bayonet that can be fitted onto the end of the barrel.

Dracos: A pair of custom built submachine guns that look like MP5s, but are bigger, pack more power, has more recoil (He can use them like normal SMGs though), fires armor-piercing explosive rounds, and resembles the SMG Tactical from Hitman: Blood Money.

Hellfire Grenades: Grenades, designed by Drake, that can only be described as an insidious combination of Greek fire, white phosphorus, and caustic poison gas (in effect only.). The flames from these are well over 5000 degrees Fahrenheit, and cannot be put out by pouring water on it, as doing so would actually increase the flames. As the flames burn, the poisonous fumes eat away at the victim's skin, eyes, and lungs, destroying their capacity to breath and see along with causing them horrendous amounts of pain, also causing organ failure as well. The gas also quickly flows upward and outward upon when the grenade explodes because of the heat, meaning anyone that is right near the fire would get the poison gas in their lungs, but not as much as the victim would.

Hellfire Cannons- A pair of Mini-guns that are able to fire hundreds of explosive, incendiary rounds per second, can pierce through heavy armor, and cause immense damage. Only drawbacks are that each of them can eat ammo like crazy, they take time to charge up before firing, Drake would have to carry these onto the battlefield without carrying any other gun except handguns, and they limit his mobility not because of the weight, but because of their sheer bulkiness. They're also each so heavy that even a soldier used to carrying weapons like these couldn't hope to carry even one of these around. Finally, besides the normal rounds, the guns are capable of firing "Hellfire Rounds," specialized bullets whose explosive, incendiary capabilities are the same as miniature versions of the Hellfire Grenades. These "Hellfire Rounds" used sparingly though, since they fill the area with the same caustic, poisonous gas and extreme heat that the Hellfire Grenades dish out, causing danger and peril to any nearby allies.

Preferred Vehicles:

The Shaker: A huge, black armored tank-like vehicle that is very similar looking on the outside to a Stryker armored vehicle, but much bigger. On the inside, it's spacious enough for Drake and several other people to fit in. Having four sets of wheels, it's capable of going 0-60 MPH in a few seconds, and has a top speed high for a vehicle of its size. Its armor is strong enough to have normal armor-piercing rounds (from handguns and rifles) dent it and has moderate protection against RPGs, tank rounds, and the like, and its fuel tank is also heavily armored, so anyone shooting that part with wouldn't cause it to explode. Also, it has a compartment at the back that is able to fit Drake and a heavily customized motorcycle (for his size and weight) and can release the two from the back of the vehicle via a door. The top has gunsheilds which are very well protected from enemy fire along with some grenade launchers that can launch Hellfire grenades at pursuing vehicles. The small glass windows are also re-enforced with bullet-proof glass. This was modified from a design used by the Hellions, and is preferably used in all-out combat.

Distinctive Features:

In "Hellblazer" form: Besides his huge size and extremely muscular body, he has crimson red skin on his belly, crotch, and chest, black skin everywhere else, and has no spikes. His black claws on his hands and feet are cruel and EXTREMLY hard and sharp, and can easily cut through stone and metal, along with his very own skin. His blood-red eyes can deliver a fiery glare that can only be described as "blood-curdling."

In "Black Scourge" form: His black skin is covered in retractable bone spikes, which cover his back, legs, arms, tail (dorsal side and tip), head (as both spikes and horns) and face, but does not cover his throat, chin, or underside (tail and arms included). The most prominent of these are the spikes covering his knees, shoulders, and elbows, but also has the addition of retractable bone claws that go through his knuckles. These bone claws and bone spikes are sharper, harder, and deadlier than his normal claws, and can also utilize these in his "Hellblazer" form to give opponents a nasty surprise. His face has also taken on a more monstrous look in this form, being similar to a Demonic dragon, making him even more frightening to look at. His "Hellblazer" form's offensive and defensive abilities (skin, musculature) and speed are also increased exponentially.

Sex organs: His black penis (natural color for his race) is 6 feet, 4 inches long and is two feet, 7 inches wide in "Hellblazer form", and is at least 9 feet, 6 inches long and well over 4 feet wide (hasn't been specifically measured) in "Black Scourge Form", and is located within a slit, has a huge pair of testicles hanging out, and is capable of cumming over a hundred times in one sitting. Like lions, this has to do specifically with his species, which had to survive in an extremely hostile environment (the continent of Mu) by breeding rapidly. Penis size does change with sizeshifting and when fully erect, his penis is much harder than diamond. The only downside is that simply due to his penis' size, it's actually uncomfortable and chafing to him when he puts his dick within the slit, so he prefers to let it hang out. Also, like other members of his species but unlike most other dragons, he also has a foreskin that wasn't designed to protect his penis (although it does fulfill that purpose), but to provide a "gliding" motion during intercourse that serves as additional pleasure to both him and the female. His reptilian descendents also often appear with such foreskins as well.

Skin: Has skin that is similar to a cross between chainmail (as far as flexibility is concerned. It's actually as flexible as normal skin.), plate armor, and Kevlar. Like the Nemean Lion of Greek Myth, it could deflect arrows and stabs and slashes from most edged weapons (weapons edged with diamond and/or made with Muian Alloy can still cut his skin), but cannot protect itself against powerful blows from blunt objects. Also, it would prevent small arms fire from piercing the skin (it would still hurt though), but can still be pierced by large caliber rounds (unless he was in "black scourge" form), such as the heavy rounds from a sniper rifle.

Musculature: His muscles are so developed and dense that they are literally hard as stone and metal, and contribute greatly to Drake's phenomenal strength. They are actually tougher than his skin and would provide more protection from injury caused by gunfire, including large caliber rounds (they barely pierce into him, not doing that much damage and not getting anywhere close to the vital organs). Armor-piercing rounds, like the kind used to pierce into the armor of tanks, are able to pierce more deeply into Drake's body than high caliber rounds despite his musculature. Due to his race's genetics, he would continue to get stronger, faster, and more resistant to combat as he trains more and more. His "Hellblazer Form" has been known to easily lift up tanks much larger than him with one hand and throw them for a distance of several meters with ease. Also, members of his race are generally much stronger than they look.

Skeletal System: The majority of his skeleton is actually composed of thousands of tiny bones, allowing him to be able to change size and shape (partially) at will (Sort of like Drake in Blade: Trinity). His bone claws and bone spikes are the only bones in his body which aren't tiny. Also, his heart is surrounded by a "bone shield," making it very hard even for an anti-material round (one that is capable of piercing through both his skin and muscle) to pierce his heart, and the "layer" of bone surrounding his head is very strong too, also making it hard to pierce. Like his musculature, his bones would simply get stronger with more training.

Paranormal abilities: He is capable of shielding himself from mental attacks, mind reading, telepathy, and other such mind tricks (Telekinesis is another story entirely). He also has the ability to absorb some magical abilities thanks to his Draconic heritage. These magical powers are laying dormant within him, however, and haven't awakened within him yet.

Regenerative abilities: He is capable of regenerating lost limbs and organs, even complex ones like his eyes, but it would take him a couple of days or so to do so completely (Similar to Quinn from Blade). Also, he can survive being pierced in the heart and brain if there wasn't enough damage done to either organ. Finally, he doesn't scar, even in organs like the brain.

Fire-breathing: His fire is in fact the very same of the Hellfire grenades. The flames are not hot enough to be 5,000 degrees F, is similar to Greek fire and emits a the same poisonous gas. He can also control when to breath fire and when to breath "normal" breath, meaning he can't accidentally burn someone without willfully breathing the flames out first. He's also completely immune to the gas' affects, giving his lungs, eyes, and skin an equal amount of protection from gas emitted by the flames of the Hellfire grenades as well. His body is also fire-proof due to the destructive potential of his natural flames, but will set on fire if gets into direct contact with extremly hot temperatures, like Hellfire. The chemical composition designed in the Hellfire grenades are directly based off of the chemicals which Drake's firebreath is composed of, thus why he's specifically immune to the grenade's poisonous gas

Genes: His Draconic race normally consists of 40-60 foot tall giants, with the larger ones being in the 80-foot range. However, his family, along with several others, has a somewhat rare recessive trait that makes its possessor quite tiny but proportionally similar to his/her peers (like compare Homo flourensis to Homo sapiens) who don't have the trait.

Beliefs: Despite his encounters with Demons, other monsters, undead, and other supernatural creatures, Drake is an atheist. The reason why is because he believes that these supernatural beings are just powerful beings who deceive lesser beings into believing that they have something to do with life, death, creation, and the like. As for ghosts, souls, and undead, they do not conflict with his beliefs. He simply believes that they are proof that beings do live on when they die, but only to be ruled, tortured, bullied, or the like by more powerful beings such as Demons, or are simply stuck in the world. He also does not believe in the "God" that Fallen Angels and other Devils in Hell sometimes speak about sometimes since the majority of Devils have not claimed to have even met Him/Her, nor do they have evidence of doing so.

Other: Drake can hold his breath underwater for a long time (30 minutes at least) before coming up for air, is really fast for his weight and size (even more so in "Black Scourge" form), has a reaction so fast that he able to catch a tank round shot at him and throw it back at the tank (ditto with RPGs, bazookas, and the like.), can sleep lightly so nobody can get the jump on him while he's asleep, can sleep for a short amount of time without feeling tired, and can use his tail to deadly efficiency, being to use it like a whip, wrap around and crush opponents like an anaconda, and lift them up and smash them around like a ragdoll. His senses of smell, hearing, and sight are also very sharp, which enable him to see much better in the dark than in the daytime, able to track targets by their smell (although he can track purely by skill), and able to hear well. Finally, his blood can clot very fast upon exposure to the air, preventing much blood loss and thus aid greatly in preventing him from bleeding to death.

History:

Notes and Disclaimer: Later writing would be more detailed and set in modern times. This takes place in the world of Cartina, which is similar to the world within Killer Tiger's "The Legend of a Warrior". The time period that the majority of this profile takes place in would be Cartina's equivalent of an age of myths and legends, whose place in history is undeterminable.

Drake was born originally under the name of Typhon on the legendary continent of Mu. Mu was a continent whose inhabitants had survived the prehistoric times and was full of hostile life as a result. Among these survivors were the Dragons of Mu, whose race had to evolve tremendously over thousands of years in order to survive. Instead of looking like normal looking dragons from the other continents, these dragons looked like giant, wingless, monstrous, spike-covered nightmares whose skin and flesh were extremely tough, could regenerate at a tremendous rate, and could breath fire much more deadly than the flames from a normal dragon. These dragons also were normally colored black and red just to add to their monstrous appearance, and they had a skeletal system consisting of thousands of tiny bones, which allowed them to naturally sizeshift to a certain degree, along with many deadly bonespikes, including ones in the fists, that could cut through stone and metal as easily as it would cut through flesh. Members of this race usually ranged from 40-60 feet in height, but it was not uncommon for members to be in the 80 foot range nor the 20 foot range. This was a race that was meant to dominate and survive.

Despite the race's evolution, it wasn't the only race on the continent yearning for dominance. There were other creatures, both primitive and intellectual, that wanted to establish dominance over the other. One faction created by these other races was the Saurians, which were remnants of an ancient past where they ruled the planet for eons until a great cataclysm happened, wrecking havoc on the landscape and caused a cataclysm, until two great meteors crashed into the planet and wiped the majority of the Saurians out, with the survivors winding up on the Northern Coasts of Mu. Some of the Saurian races had existed on the Northern Coasts before the catacclysm began, but they were hugely outnumbered by the Saurians that fled from the other continents. These natives tried to keep the invaders off their coastal homelands, but were too largely outnumbered and lost, being made into slaves by the invaders. Eventually, over the course of centuries, the slave races had been integrated into the master races, and these races, by the time Typhon was born, still held sway over the Northern Coasts, ruled by many separate states inhabited by various Saurian races.

Despite the Saurians gaining dominance over the Northern Coasts, they had never dared to venture further south in a very long time, even when the natives ruled the coasts before the invaders came. The reason why was because the Northern Coasts were surrounded by a trio of barriers. There were tall mountains in the west, a vast burning desert in the east, and some marshlands in between, each of them having a diameter of thousands of miles. The western mountains had walls that were so steep for the Saurians, they couldn't be climbed without digging claws into the stone (which wore the claws away in an alarming amount of time), were filled with treacherous pitfalls that led to instant death, had confusing, narrow mazes full of razor-sharp rock, and the peaks had temperatures that were well below freezing, making the trek even more perilous. Not only that, some of the mountains were volcanic, spewing hot lava and poisonous gas all around them constantly.

The eastern desert was during the day an inferno of heat, causing any Saurian to set foot in there to get dehydrated very quickly and die within hours of not getting any water, not to mention heating the sand enough to instantly burn the bare feet of any Saurian that was foolish enough to set foot there. During the night, the desert was on the opposite end of the heat spectrum, the temperature being reduced to levels similar to those found at the peaks of the mountains, causing unprepared travelers to freeze to death. Even worse, the nearly-identical dunes confused travelers who were weary from the sun or the cold, easily causing them to get lost and die from exposure to the elements.

The marshlands were the worst of the three. It, being hundreds of miles across, was filled to the brim with stagnant, undrinkable waters and had disease-ridden parasites and vermin which silently waited for victims to pass by. The diseases and parasites were of the worst kind, plaguing victims with flesh-eating bacteria, worms that invaded the heart, brains, lungs, and other vital organs, could plant themselves into the victims' brain and have them do their bidding, and other such horrors. The only races that could live comfortably within this cesspool consist of a faction called the Crocodilians, creatures whose history on the planet was shared with that of the Saurians and consisted of both natives and foreigners. Unlike the Saurians, the natives welcomed the invaders and co-existed peacefully, integrating their cultures within a few decades rather than centuries, unlike the Saurians. Like the Saurians, however, the Crocodilians were divided into different nations, each dominated by various Crocodilian races.

South of the marshlands, the western mountains, and the eastern desert were the Southlands, which were naturally cool due to the tip's proximity to the South Pole. They were peaceful looking lands that were covered by plains and forests, and were peppered by many lakes and rivers, but were inhabited by monstrous races that competed over each other in brutal dominance and were terrible in look and stature.

Also, north east of the Northern Coasts was an archipelago of 8 islands, whose borders are 58 miles away from Mu, with a diameter of 47 miles. These islands, like the continent of Mu, would be inhabited by Saurians, Crocodilians, and Dragons, and the group of nations that would arise from these islands would be called Lemuria. However, the Lemurians would not have any contact with the Muians except when the Saurians of Mu tried to expand their territory and wound up warring with the Lemurians, including the Saurians there. The Dragons of the Southlands and the Crocodilians of the Marshlands never found out about this archipelago nor did the Lemurians find out that the Saurian invaders came from the nearby continent of Mu.

The Dragons, which had originally came to Mu from the other continents in prehistoric times long before the surviving Saurians did, initially had trouble getting past the three barriers that separated these lands from the Northern Coasts. Eventually, they found a path through both the western mountains and the eastern desert, but not through the marshlands, and migrated to the Southlands. The Dragons were initially happy that they made it past the three barriers, but that joy came to an abrupt halt as the monstrous inhabitants came upon them, viewing them as easy prey. A huge number of Dragons tried to flee back to the Northern Coasts, some even fleeing into the marshlands rather than the western mountains and the eastern desert, but none of them survived the trip back due to weariness from the migration beforehand, inadequate amount of supplies, getting lost on the way back, and other such factors.

The rest of the Dragons were nearly wiped out by the monstrous races, but had learned to hide from them and survive. Eventually, over the course of eons, the Dragons had evolved enough to take down their oppressors, but at the cost of becoming a monstrous race themselves. Also, within the middle of the evolution of this race, some Dragons managed to travel through the Eastern Desert, got past the Saurians of the Northern Coasts, and found their way to the islands of Lemuria, where they had evolved into a monstrous, serpentine race who were very deadly and had extremly lethal poison. Despite these two branches in evoloution, they still kept the basic characteristics of the original evolving race before the split: Retractable spikes, extremly sharp claws, extremly tough skin and musculature, black coloration (including cocks for Lemurian males), healing and regeneration of organs within a few days, blood able to clot fast, and really quick speed. The differences were that the Lemurians were unable to breath fire nor poisonous gas, could not sizeshift nor partially shapeshift, were 22-32 feet tall on average, is able to poison others and lethally with their teeth and bone spikes, had a normal skeleton system rather than the thousands of bones that the Muin Dragons had, and skin was fireproof only to normal fire and not Muian Dragon fire (along with poisnous gas). Not only were they similar, the two races even worshipped the same ancient gods and were able to create the same super hard, super durable alloy that could enable them to create blades sharp enough to cut their skin.

In particular, one of the gods in their pantheon is named Orcus. According to the legends about him, Orcus is one of many evil gods who is said to specifically have the power to control darkness and shadow, and freely consorts with Demons and unholy monsters from the Abyss of the netherworld in order to have descendents roaming both the world and the Netherworld. He also is regarded as one of the few gods to fit into multiple pantheons, as legends about him were found in all the races of Mu and Lemuria, including those that belong to the Saurians, the Crocodillians, and even the monsterous races.

Soon after the evolution had completed over millions of years, a brutal, bloody war blew out between the Muian Dragons and the monstrous races. The war was long and hard, lasting many decades, but due to the various conflicts between the multiple factions of the monstrous races, the Dragons managed to dominate the war, driving all of their foes to near extinction. The Dragons then had the Southlands to themselves and were content to live in peace, but the fear of monsters similar to the ones they faced drove them to become the most powerful fighting force the Continent had ever seen. They became a warrior nation, not caring about different creeds or beliefs but about survival instead, and was ruled under the monarchy of a king and a queen. The warriors, which included both males and females, trained themselves to be the best, using the three barriers as training grounds under a regime of absolute brutality that lasted until the warrior was in their twenties, despite the fact that the Dragons fully matured at 4 years of age, and whose main goal was to survive, with victory coming second although the two were synonymous the majority of the time, with the soldiers being trained to fight to the death, with a take-no-prisoners, never-give-up-never-surrender attitude, but flee if necessary. This training included using the tails as weapons and running around in heavy armor for endurance. This regime also later developed education into non-military subjects, such as dancing, singing, history, and other such studies in order to avoid making its soldiers into mindless brutes who'll only follow orders.

They had also developed a taste for fighting and violence and thus built coliseums, using both their own members, who had volunteered willingly, and survivors of the monstrous races, who were forced, to participate in brutal matches as gladiators for bloody entertainment. Later on, both members of the Saurians and Crocodilians would also be forced to fight in the coliseums, and sanctioned street fighting was legalized, including street fights to the death. Finally, the Dragons believe that the monarchy should be ruled by the strongest, thus a system of dueling between the king and challengers for the throne was developed. This system at first was a brutal melee free-for-all between the participants, but was soon developed into an honorable one-on-one between the king and one of his challengers.

Several eons had gone by, and in that span of time many dynasties had passed. Thousands of wars had also passed within the time between the Dragons and several Saurian nations, whose faction eventually found a way around the western mountains and the eastern desert, and Crocodilian nations, who have sometimes also warred against the Saurians, have allied with the Saurians against the Dragons (and led the Saurians through the Marshlands into the Southlands), other Saurian nations, and/or other Crocodilian nations, or have allied with the Dragons under similar circumstances. Either way, these alliances between separate factions were uneasy, and as soon as the war was over, the alliance was over. The same could be said for the majority of alliances between different nations within the same faction. There were also mercenaries from each faction, many of which were willing to fight against their own faction for the enemy. Also, the Dragons were content to not take over the Marshlands nor the Northern Coasts, as they felt that these wars would keep them alert and motivated, but felt that long periods of peacetime would lower their fighting ability.

Legends also arose in the form of heroes from the countless battles that the dragons fought in these wars. These heros, coming in various sizes and of various bloodlines, often were great warriors skilled and powerful enough to challenge and defeat the currently reigning kings of their time, but the majority of these heros were either slain by the king in duels for the throne or were had loyalty so unwavering to their king that they felt they wouldn't make a great successor. Those heros, often princes of the kingdom, who did challenge and slay the currently ruling king in combat got to enjoy the benefits of ruling over their nation. One of these benefits was that besides having a queen, they could fuck and impregnate any female they wanted during their reign, including their own mother, sisters, and even children, and have a personal harem of slaves for this very purpose. This often meant that the members of the Draconic nation of the Southlands were often the stepsons and stepdaughters of the reigning king at the time, slaves included.

The slaves did not include just Crocadillians and Saurians captured in battle nor did it just include survivors of the monsterous races. It also included dragons who had willingly became slaves in order to serve and please their king or were born into slavery. These slaves not only served their king subservently but also sexually as well, as their purpose was to not only serve the king but bear his children as well. Despite this purpose mainly being used for procreation, the slaves did not include just females but also males as well, who were also used sexually in the case of kings who had bisexual or homosexual tastes. The men who pleased these bisexual kings were often homosexual or bisexual themselves, thus they would enjoy the kings as much as they did. The mates of these bisexual and homosexual kings could also be males rather than females (especially if the ruling king at the time was gay rather than bi), and were viewed more or less as "lesser kings" rather than queens.

Also, the king has the power of life and death over both slaves and subordinates and could assign mates and misteresses to warriors, who themselves had often done things that the king thinks they deserve females (or males in case of eing bi or gay) for. These acts included things such as doing great acts of heroism during times of battle or being commanders who are tactically compentant during battle. The king often assigns soldiers of great merit females to fuck and have children with as mates, in the form of either single mates or multiple partners. The generals often got personal harems of their own, while the supreme commander of the armies often recieving the the biggest harem second only to the king. Like the kings, some of these males were either homosexual or bisexual, thus they were sometimes assigned other males of their choosing. Despite these females and males being assigned to these soldiers, all of them were both forbidden by other males to have as their own, save for the king who can have them on his own whims regardless of being mated or being part of a harem with a particular male. Finally, the males and females assigned to these soldiers could be either slaves or fellow warriors.

As for slaves who were from different races, the children usually were born with all the appearence and characterisitics of their mother's race, but often there were those born that retained traits and features inherited from their draconic fathers. These traits and features often included abnormal size, abnormal strength and durability, skin that could not be scratched or penetrated by diamond, metal inferior to Muian alloy, and the bones spikes and claws of dragons, the ability to breath fire that shares the characteristics of those breathed by the dragons, extremly sharp bone spikes and/or claws that were either retractable or not, coloration of skin and/or eyes that often matched that of the dragons (black and red respectively), healing and regenerative capabilities that were similar if not equal to the dragons, and other such qualities, such as the draconic foreskins and black-skinned penis'. These characteristics also applied to their descendents as well. The hybrids that showed these characteristics were treated as slaves and/or gladiators just like their maternal ancestors and thus were subjugated to the same rules.

The heros and commanders who led successful victories weren't the only legends of the Southlands, and of Mu in general. Among the legends was a monster simply known as The Beast. This monster was a truly terrifying force among the Saurians, Crocadillians, and even the Dragons, having been known to rip apart whole companies of all three groups, leaving their corpses often mangled and ripped apart and the soil, sand, and/or sea drenched in blood and viscera. This legend had actually appeared multiple times throughout history among all three factions, and was so old that it actually went back to the legends of the monsterous races thousands of years before the Dragons invaded and took over the Southlands. This monster, appeareing in incidents that were often hundreds or even tens of thousands of years apart from each other, had no known appearence but was known to have left a certain mark on the sites of its attacks, indicating that it had been in the area. This mark eventually became to be known as "The Mark of the Beast." Asides from this mark, there were only four other telling signs that the Beast had attacked. The first one was the fact that the a large number of corpses were completely drained of blood, looking like dry husks rather than fresh corpses. This lead some to theorize that the Beast was a blood drinking monster. The other telling sign was that at least some of the victims, both male and female, were raped, the smaller victims often decapitated or torn apart in a most grusome manner while laying in a pool of semen. This grusome combination of rape and gore wasn't, however, the clue that supported the observers to think it was the Beast that attacked, as the dragons also displayed a similar love of rape and savagry, often leaving victims in similar states. It was instead the fact the cum smelled different from that of the dragons, crocadillians, saurians, and even the surviving monsterous races, implying that the Beast may not have originated on Mu at all. The third sign was a good number of victims were found burned and charred, even the dragons as well, whose skin was fireproof even to volcanic fire. This strongly supported the above notion that the Beast is not a native.

The fourth and final sign is that there were mostly no survivors, and if there were any at all, it would be just one. There were very few of these "special incidents" in which there was a survivor, who could be of either race, but no matter the case, the survivor was always found near the Mark of the Beast and always told what is basically the same thing. The survivor being a Dragon, Crocadillian, Saurian, or even a slave member of one of the Monsterous races, he/she would basically say that the Beast would look just like a member of either sex belonging to one of the three main factions, is impossibly strong, durable, and fast, had never shown its true form, would drain the blood and/or some sort of life force from its victims in a grusome manner, and would intentionally spare the survivor just so he/she could tell the tale and confirm that the Beast is one being rather than multiple. After telling their harrowing tale, which kept with the facts but obviously differed in how the attack went out (some saw the Beast burning victims in some sort of magical fire, some saw the beast change form and/or sex in the middle of battle, etc.), the survivor would then be found dead the next day, ripped apart into bloody shreds with the Mark of the Beast right next to their remains.

Around 14,000 years from the Beast's last appearence in the Southlands, on a freezing night in the middle of winter, Typhon was born. He was the oldest born child of the Harkonen dynasty, having five younger siblings born after him, and is thereby is the crown prince of the kingdom, which was the size of an empire compared to each of the Saurian and Crocodilian nations. His parents are King Echion and Queen Serena, his three sisters are Wandra, Omelia, and Alia, and his two brothers are Rikov and Quentin, with the three sisters each being older than the two brothers. Soon after his birth, he was brought up to be a superior warrior, being put under a brutal regime that all of his nation's warriors had to go through. Unlike the majority of soldiers, he found he liked training and did it whenever he had the chance outside of resting and education. After he had fully matured on his 4th birthday, he was found to be smaller than the average Dragon, whose members in the lowest range (40 feet) towered over him nearly twice over. This proved not to be a hindrance though, since several soldiers, and even past kings, were smaller than average and could beat foes much larger than them, including other Dragons. However, it was noticed that Typhon was born with an average-sized cock for normal-sized members for his race, which meant it was gigantic to small Dragons. Purely due to the huge size, Typhon found it uncomfortable to keep his dick within his slit as it felt crammed in there, looked a little ridiculous, and sometimes even chafed, causing him pain when it happened. This led Drake to simply let it all hang out, which a good number of other dragons had done in both the past and present.

When Typhon became twenty, he proved no different than the other small Dragons before him and finished the physical part of the regime with flying colors, being particularly good at swordsmanship, spear-throwing, axe-throwing, sword-making, boxing (ancient version), and other such endeavors, such as tracking and reconnaissance. He even proved to be a good swordsmith, having crafted his own personal swords. However, he proved only to be decent in some aspects of his education, such as singing, dancing, etc., and horrible in others. Despite this, he was a formidable warrior, easily able to take on any Saurian and Crocodilian before him and can even take on the 80+ foot tall members of his kind, although they definitely gave him some difficulty.

After his training regime was over, Typhon decided to continue training at times, increasing his speed, strength, reflexes, etc. He later used these skills to win streetfights, gladiatorial battles in the coliseum, and later battles in many wars, often using his tracking skills to kill any fleeing survivors. He had lost his virginity not to a Dragoness, but instead to a Saurian and Crocodilian, both whom he raped to death in one of his very first battles in war, which was within a Saurian kingdom in the Northern Coasts. He came out of the battle covered in cum, and blood. After more raping and killing, he bedded his first Dragoness, a fellow soldier, and several more, sometimes in a pair or more, on the long way home in mutual lust. Due to the size of his cock, he became popular with the ladies, especially the smaller dragons whom he preferred. After arriving in back in the Southlands, Typhon then spent much of the time he didn't spent training in boxing, street-fighting, and gladiatorial fighting, all of which he excelled in, even against larger opponents. Outside of these sports and training, he spent time seducing other Dragoness', especially dragoness' similar to his size, who enjoyed his "gigantic" cock despite it leaving all three of their orifices crushed, bleeding, and permanently stretched to a degree. By the time he had fought in many wars, in which he already fought thousands of battles all over the continent and was made general, Typhon had become popular with the ladies, including his stepsisters sired by his father, and had already fathered dozens of illegitimate children much to the irk of his family. It only irked the family because the prince already is a father, but is not yet a king. Among the mothers of his children was one of his own little sisters, the oldest but smallest one of the trio, Wandra, who stood at 22 feet, 4 inches. This caused more irk, but not due to the incest, since it was normal for kings to rape their mother and sisters at their own choosing not to mention that Typhon already fathered children with several stepsisters and even some of his own daughters, but like before, it was because he was not king yet.

When he reached his 37th year, he had now felt that the kingdom was rightfully his and wanted to take it, but upon making his way to his Echion's throne, he felt sorrowful over having to kill his father, since the two, along with the rest of his family, had a strong bond, but it was honorary for the successor to challenge and kill the king. He had even found a mate, a female warrior that's around 24 feet, 11 inches tall, to be his queen, but she was not chosen out of love but instead for preference. When he opened the door to his father's chamber, he saw an unusual, and horrifying site. Standing in front of the throne of his King Echion and Queen Serena was a creature that looked like a terrifying Demon, but was quite tiny compared to him. It was a powerfully built male who had two horns on its head (Visualize something similar to the horns of the Cyberdemon in Doom, Sparda from Devil May Cry, and the Balrog from LOTR), had two blood-red eyes on its head, had no tail, wings, or spikes, had truly wicked-looking claws on his hands and feet, a body that was god-like and whose extremely powerful muscles were in perfect proprtion, had skin that is colored black as darkness and glints red light off its body, had no nose on its face, no outer ears, but was merely 10 feet, 7 inches.

As Typhon looked past the stranger, he saw in terror his father and mother mutilated beyond recognition, sitting upon their now-blood-stained thrones. Echion had the majority of his face's skin and musculature missing, exposing nothing but the very dense layer of thousands of tiny bones that made up his skull, with the eyes and tongue missing as well. All of his limbs were had been slashed off, including the tail, and the front half of his ribcage has appeared to have been ripped off with tremendous force, exposing the still beating, bone-covered heart and the still-breathing lungs. His mother Serena had a different, but still brutal treatment. She had been split down the middle, her intestines and guts hanging out, with some of the small and large intestines slashed open, spilling intestinal juices and feces down the throne. Her arms, legs, and tail have been broken in many places, with many of the breaks so brutal that several shards of bones, that were not bone spikes, have been exposed to the air. Her face was worst. It looked like it had been beaten so badly that it became deformed into an unrecognizable mass of pulp. She also had cum dripping off of her orifices, signifying that she had been raped. There was no honor in this at all.

Typhon then set his eyes upon the terrible Demon with a glare of pure rage, the monster looking back at him with a look of indifference. The Demon then introduced himself as Berzelt, the supreme commander of the armies of Asmodues, the ruler and emperor of Hell. As he explained to the confused and enraged Dragon, the Demon, knowing of the prowess of Echion's draconic army, had tried to get the king to surrender his kingdom and have the army of Dragons join him as part of his own army in the Underworld. Both the king and queen had refused, and so the Demon instead tortured them at his leisure. He also mentioned that the siblings also entertained him as well.

It was at that comment that Typhon had noticed a lot of blood and some cum below the Demon's feet. He then looked upwards and saw to his horror that all his younger siblings, Wandra, Omelia, and Alia, Rikov, and Quentin, were pinned to the ceiling by their limbs pierced by swords, their guts disemboweled and much of their skin slashed open in various places. Both the females and the males were raped, with Berzelts seed dripping off of them. Upon seeing that, Typhon immediately flew into a rage and tried to hit Berzelt with a lightning-quick, spike-covered whip of the tail towards Berzelt's solar plexis, but the Demon caught it with his left hand like it was nothing, his claws immeditedly piercing into the Dragon's tough skin and stone-hard flesh. A large blood-red, black-hilted broadsword suddenly materialized in the Demon's right hand, and within the thousandth of a second, had slashed the entirety of Typhon's tail into hundreds of pieces, stopping right in front of the giant. Typhon screamed in pain as he felt his tail suddenly fell apart, but before any of the pieces could reach the floor, Berzelt punched the knees of the Dragon with a force so brutal, it caused both of the knees to explode, spraying blood and gore everywhere. Typhon screamed once more as he fell to the ground, his blood on the wounds quickly coagulating on in order to close off them off.

Berzelt simply stood there and raised his hand in front of him, beckoning Typhon to hit him. Typhon, who was experiencing horrendous pain, let a punch from his right hand fly out at the Demon's face, his bone claws flying out in order to tear into him, along with breathing a cloud of flame, hoping to burn and poison him as well. Unfortunately, his claws didn't pierce or scratch the flesh of Berzelt at all, and they broke upon impact, the blow also having no effect on the Devil. The flames, which burned on Berzelt, appeared to do no damage either, including the poisonous gas. Typhon winced and gritted his teeth, holding his hand in pain. Berzelt looked upon him with a look of dissatisfaction as the flames burned on his flesh, saying that he did not expect the royal family to be so weak, and then punched into the ground. The last thing Typhon saw was some sort of shield going around him, his parents and siblings exploding into showers of blood and gore, and the floor and ceiling shattering into millions of pieces of shrapnel, and then everything went black...

As Typhon came to, he found himself floating in air. Below him was his city and the surrounding land, looking like it was hit directly by a meteor impact followed by a huge earthquake caused by the impact. The whole area also looked like a Hellish landscape with absolutely no sign of life. In front of him was Berzelt, who was telekinetically holding him this high in the air and had no flames on him. Berzelt looked at Typhon, saying that although he was dissatisfied with the royal family, he did like how Typhon tried to skewer his face with his bone claws, liking how vicious the Dragon was. For that, he was going to let him live, but at the heavy price of his continent and its inhabitants being destroyed. Without saying another word, he telekinetically ripped the skin off of Typhon's head and then punched him squarely in the snout, crushing it to a pulp...

Typhon later awoke anew, finding himself, without any clothes nor any weapons on him, in some strange land. He found that his legs, tail, right hand bone claws, the skin of his face, and snout were fully healed, meaning that at least a couple of days had passed. He felt really stressed and saddened, knowing Berzelt, that... terrible monster had wiped out not only his homeland but his continent as well. The grief he felt was overwhelming. Seeing that he was on a hill, he climbed up to the top of it to take a look around. He was also quite hungry, as he had not eaten for days and had went through a period of healing.

Upon reaching the top, he heard some screaming. In front of him was a building of some sort on the hill overlooking a walled city, and near the building were several strange creatures he never seen before, speaking a dialect he can't understand. The creatures he saw was what he later know to be bulls and the building he saw was the citadel of the city of Gortyn on the island of Minoa. The island at the time was ruled by the Taurian civilization, a nation of aurochs (prehistoric cattle). What he did understand from the creatures were that they were arming themselves with swords, shields, spears, bows and arrows, and axes, looking to kill what they perceived to be a giant, Demonic-looking Dragon. This was too much for him. The destruction of Mu and his race already placed enough stress on him, and now a town of creatures in a strange land are trying to kill him while he dealt with his loss. This caused him to go out of control and go into his dark inner urges, immediately popping out his bone claws, and went straight towards the citadel, slicing the aurochs outside to ribbons and then going to the building itself to slaughter the bulls inside.

After killing everybody inside but leaving the citadel intact, he went down the hill to attack the city. Making his way towards the city gates, he destroyed them with his terrible strength, leaving an unclimbable pile of rubble in their place, and then went to the left side of the gate, leaped 50 feet up to the top, and dropped down onto the streets of Gortyn. He then started massacring the town, killing everybody who he came across. Not only were the aurochs, who were surprised and terrified at the giant's speed, strength, resistance, fighting skill, armor-like skin, and fire breath, were getting ripped apart, sliced into pieces, and burnt to death as he went down the streets, he was using their own swords and spears against them, easily catching arrows that were being shot at his eyes while ignoring arrows that were shot at his skin, and even using pillars and other pieces of architecture as weapons. Solely with his horrendous strength, he also razed to the ground every building that was in his path, often with inhabitants still inside.

After taking down hundreds of villagers and dozens upon dozens of soldiers, which he later came to know as hoplites, he soon found whatever soldier and villager he came upon fleeing before him, not wanting to deal with the monster that was destroying the town. Typhon, who wanted as much casualties a possible, would simply chase them down and take them out in the most brutal fashion. He continued like this as went through Gortyn's streets and buildings, killing everybody who he saw and raping females, and sometimes males as well just for dominance, to death whenever possible, often killing them by having his cock crush their pussies or tailholes and having its push their heads off, effectively decapitating them and then use the bodies as sex toys, or have them burst apart from the sheer force of the fucking and the size of his cock, leaving a gory, bloody mess. Other times, he did the opposite, putting his cock through their mouths instead, breaking their jaws and smashing them and their insides to a mass of pulp. He even went so far as to rape daughters and mothers to death in front of their husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers before brutally eviscerating the males. He went even lower by killing calves in front of their parents, often by ripping their limbs off and then biting off their heads, sometimes even swallowing their dismembered parts not only to terrify the parents but to satisfy his hunger as well. He often came out of homes covered in more cum and blood than before.

When he came upon throne room within the palace in the center of Gortyn, he soon found himself surrounded by dozens of hoplites, with the city's king in front of them. Some of the hoplites, who were wearing the traditional hoplite attire of greaves and helmets with cheekplates, were wearing linothorax, armor that was composed of stitched/laminated linen fabrics that were stitched together and was reinforced with the skin of lions or wolves and/or bronze scales, while the majority were wearing the traditional bronze breastplates for armor. All of them were armed with medium-sized, bronze-plated wooden shields called aspi, or hoplons, carried six-to-nine foot spears called dorys, and double-edged, single-hand swords called Xiphos. The auroch king of Gortyn was an old white bull who was covered in scars from having engaged in many wars, and was missing his left horn due to it having been brutally ripped off by a lion. He weighed 4,516 pounds was 15 feet, 10 inches tall, and was extremly muscular. He was dressed in the traditional hoplite attire, but his bronze breastplate had the image of a bull charging headfirst into lions, which was the result of a war the Taurian aurochs had fought with Lions from the mainland and won. The auroch king, not knowing that this monster could not be pierced by his weapons, threw the spear straight at Typhon's head and charged straight towards the giant horns-first with his Xiphos in hand.

What happened within the next few seconds was that the auroch king's spear found its way through his own head rather than Typhon's. Not only did the dragon struck him in the head, but also threw it with enough force to pierce through the back of the auroch king's head, the monarch's body having slid to a stop by the dragon's feet. Grabbing the auroch king's sword from his hand and stepping onto his head and crushing it to a bloody pulp while pulling out the spear through the king's skull, Typhon immeditedly rushed towards the soldiers in front of him, his bone claws also unsheathed. Lots of screaming were heard throughout the palace's walls, and soon all was silent. Typhon then went into the rooms where the women were hiding and raped all of them to death, including the queen. He then razed the palace to the ground with both his firebreath and his claws and strength and continued his massacre of the town. Eventually, he left Gortyn leaving it nothing but a pile of fire, blood, and rubble, with just a few survivors who, he intentionally let live so they could remember him, and provided an escape for them by punching a hole in the city wall. The town, completely obliterated, would be abandoned and forgotten with the sands of time, but the memory of Typhon's massacre on it would be remembered by the civilization until its end.

After the destruction of Gortyn, Typhon continued his killing spree the next few months by going upon and destroying every town he could find in Minoa with this fashion, not to mention killing any travelers and bandits he met. This earned him a reputation as a terrible monster whose name would eventually be known as he learned to speak the native's language and let a few survivors of his massacres live with the knowledge of their oppressor's name. After his name became known throughout Minoa, and nearly destroying the Taurian Civilization, which he let live on purpose, he went off the island and into the mainland of Gaius, an ancient region that is composed of several nations from which the Taurians came from to Minoa. Typhon did not get there by boat, but instead by merely swimming there. There, he traveled throughout the various nations over the years, encountering various races, destroying populations and razing cities to the ground, and killing armies, naval fleets (which he learned to fight), kings, emperors, and monsters that dared to fight him. He even had many so-called heroes hunt him down and kill him, giving many of them a quick, but grisly end and others a slow, agonizing death. Within half a decade, he was turned into a legend, one whose terror would eventually live on in myth.

When he was nearing 58, he had heard that a party of heroes were hired by an emperor to hunt and kill him. Still giving in to his dark side, he left a trail of carnage and destruction for the heroes to follow so that they would bring themselves to him and their deaths. He waited for them to arrive, but when they took longer than expected, he went along the path, but not down the path, so he could see what was delaying them. What he found along a fourth of the way, which was within the Gauisian nation of Arcadia, surprised him. All of the heroes were found dead and badly torn apart, with the exception of one, a dire wolf who was badly mutilated. Picking up the warrior by the head, he asked the dire wolf what had happened to his party, and the wolf replied that Echidna, a psychotic she-dragon, had ambushed them and wiped them out. Typhon then asked where Echidna went to, and the dire wolf said that she went south towards the Gauisian nation of Laconia. Typhon then wordlessly crushed the dire wolf's head into a pulp with his hand and left the site, wanting to meet this "Echidna."

Typhon first followed a path of huge footprints leading away from the slaughtered heroes, and soon found a path of murder and destruction that headed towards the nation of Laconia, the home of the famous Dregians, an ancient, warlike race that best could be described as a cross between a bear and a wolverine. Following it deep into the heart of the nation, he finally tracked and found on some plains the she-dragon Echidna. She was a huge, wingless Dragoness, who had serpentine features mixed with draconic ones. She was about 25 feet, 7 inches tall, had black skin all over her, with purple skin on her chest and belly that matched the color of her eyes, had a line of retractable poison-tipped spikes along her back, limbs, face, and tail (just like Drake), the most prominant being with retractable, poison-tipped spikes on her elbows, knees, shoulders, and the end of her tail, had huge breasts that were firmer and fuller looking than any Muian Dragoness he had ever known, had deadly fangs capable of injecting deadly venom into her prey, had a draconic tongue instead of a serpentine one, was extremly muscular and Amazonian, and was very terrifying to look at. Her poisonous spikes not out at the moment except for the one at the end of her tail, she was also armed with a wooden shield, a 20-foot spear, and a 15-foot Xiphos. She was currently in the middle of slaying a huge patrol of Dregian hoplites, who were in a huge phalanx formation.

Seeing the Dregians walk towards her with their shields locked together and their spears pointed forward, Typhon stealthily snuck towards the rear of hoplites and then charged them, proceeding to rip them apart with his deadly bone claws. Echidna was surprised at the interruption and joined in the fray, attacking the hoplites, with many of her attacks much faster than the movement of a snake strike (Snake strike is around eight to ten feet a second. Many of her strikes are about six times faster on average) and the strength to tear through metal and stone, but with the intention of attacking the stranger as well since she intended to kill off the Dregians solely by herself. She had also shown to be able to stab and slash many hoplites within a couple of seconds with both the spiked end of her tail and the bone spikes of her limbs, causing them to fall to the ground dead, and had skin and musculature just as hard and tough as Typhon's, proving that she was a force to be reckoned with.

When the two, both covered in gore and blood and with their bone spikes and bone claws retracted in, finished off the last of the hoplites, she tried to stab Typhon with her spear, but he easily sidestepped the stab, grabbed the head and broke it off. He then threw a really quick punch at her, but she blocked it with her shield. To her surprise, she saw his bone claws pierce through the shield upon impact, and he yanked it off of her arm. She then tried pulling out her sword, but he grabbed her arm, preventing it from coming out the sheath. She immediately tried to bite into him with lightning speed, but he, with really quick reflexes, caught her by the neck with his free hand just as her teeth were within an inch of grazing his skin. She then elbowed him in the solar plexis with her right arm at lightning speed, knocking the wind out of him. Fortunately, her elbow spike was retracted in at the moment of impact so he wasn't cut nor stabbed by her posionous blades. She then immediately followed this blow by raising the back of her fist from the same arm to smack his face. This caused him to stumble back a bit.

Before Typhon could even take a step back in mid-stumble, Echidna gave him a lightning-fast punch in the face with her left hand, one that would've caved in a normal person's head with one blow, causing Typhon's nose to burst out blood. She then followed by crouching low into a sweep, knocking him off his feet and landing with a thud. She then unsheathed her sword and tried stabbing him through one of his eyes and into the brain, but he quickly moved his face up and grabbed the blade with his mouth, crushing its tip to a piece of scrap with his teeth as he struggled to breathe through his mouth and nostrils. She then yanked the sword from his mouth, breaking off the ruined tip, and tried to stab him in his crotch with the broken end of the sword. He immediately deflected it to the right with his tail, causing her to stab it into his thigh, and thankfully miss his large, visible cock and nutsack, but the blade, made of inferior metal compared to Muian alloy, broke to the hilt as it clashed against his skin, but still was strong enough to bruise him. Gritting his teeth and the metal between them in pain but thinking quickly, he kicked at her knees, whose spikes were retracted in at the monent and thus vulnerable, but she jumped back a little, and then did a kip-up, landing on his feet. Immediately seeing the hilt of Echidna's broken sword a split second away from smacking into his face, he grabbed it with lightning speed and threw it to the side. Echidna grew angry at this and tried to throw a lightning fast right hook into his face, but he just barely sidestepped her fist to her right side, grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back painfully into a hammerlock, grabbed the back of her head with his free hand, wrapped his leg around her and tripped her, slamming her facefirst into the ground, pinning her to the ground by keeping her arm in the hammerlock he applied to her and keeping his weight on her. She then contracted out the spike end of her tail and made a final attempt at stabbing him with the tail's end from behind, but he quickly moved his hand away from her skull and grabbed tail before the tail's end could even graze his skin and crushed her tail with his stronger-than-a-vise grip, causing her to yell in pain. He then let go of her weakened tail, which retracted in its spike, and ended the battle by knocking her out with a lightning-quick backhand blow to the nape of the neck.

The victor of the battle, Typhon, retracting his bone spikes, wiping the blood from his nose, and spitting the broken tip of her sword from his mouth, picked her up and carried her on his shoulders into one of Laconia's forests, his right thigh and nose a little sore. Setting her down in one of the forest's lakes a few hours later, he grabbed a handful of water and splashed her in the face. She awoke startled and surprised, seeing Typhon in front of her. To his surprise, she didn't seem hostile at all. Instead, she was quite the opposite, being friendly and wanting to know who beat her. He told her that he was the legendary Typhon, and she, having heard of the legends about him, explained to him who she was. She told him that she was of the last of the Lemurian Dragons, a race of Dragons (somewhat similar to Drake's species since they actually evolved from the same species) whose islands nation of Lemuria and a nearby continent southwest of the islands were wiped out by some sort of cataclysm 21 years ago that, amazingly, left no trace of either place intact. Upon hearing this info, Typhon then explained that the continent she was referring to was called Mu, and that he was its sole survivor, explaining the circumstances of its destruction and about Berzelt. She was saddened to learn about his tragic history, but was shocked to discover that a single Demon was able to wipe both the continent of Mu and the islands of Lemuria off the face of the planet, and in a short amount of time. Somewhere within their conversation, Typhon admitted that he felt lustful towards her upon seeing her for the first time. She admitted that she felt the same, but only because he beat her, since she was just a warrior who had vowed that she would keep her virginity until she would lose it to whoever beat her in battle. This then led to them, still covered in blood from the Dregians, having a good fuck together for the first time, with him getting sucked off by her, tearing her hymen with his 9 foot+ cock, and then taking her anal virginity from behind, both of them cumming over a hundred times for the night, and with him cumming in her three orifices many times each. They even fucked in the water, the blood washing off of them and mixing with their sweat and cum. Echidna, after coming for the 146th time after Typhon cummed for the 135th, each for the final time of the night, told Typhon that she felt the same way towards life after the destruction of Lemuria like he felt after the destruction of Mu, and went on a killing spree after the natives attacked her when she reached the mainland. Unlike Typhon, however, she didn't land in Gaius at first, but instead landed on a Natri, a nation north of the region of Gaius, which inhabited by nothing but lesbian warrior lizards, and where she was confused for a destructive Goddess. This got a chuckle from the both of them before they fell asleep. This was the first of many good nights to come for the two dragons. (note: Echidna also wasn't surprised at Drake having a foreskin because like male Muian Dragons, male Lemurian Dragons also have foreskins. This is because both species had evolved from the same ancestral draconic race.)

Over the next five centuries, Typhon and Echidna, who seemed to be merely lusting after each other rather than being in love (both cultures really didn't emphasize love, but did emphasize having mates and harems), terrorized the multiple nations in Gaius, destroying many cities, killing off royal families, and committing many other horrors. They also trained together, increasing their speed, strength, reaction times, swordsmanship, etc., often followed by a good fuck, which often puts Echidna's mouth, pussy, tail-hole, hands, and breasts (milk included) to good use. Typhon had also slowly built up an immunity to Echidna's poison, which she helped by willingly injecting really small amounts of poison into his veins via her fangs. Among the atrocities they committed are the siring of many monsters, many of them sired between Typhon and Echidna, but others through raping another race by either of the two. Two good examples of these spawn would be the Ajax, the tyrannical Lion king of Nemea, and the Hydra of Lenea, a multi-headed snake dragon. Ajax was not the result of a mating between Typhon and Echidna but rather the raping of a lioness by Typhon. He grew to be 23 feet tall, had skin that could not be pierced by forged blades, and like his father, had retractable bone spikes that were not visible when he was killed by a hero at the age of 46, thus why he lacked the bone spikes in tellings of the myths about him. He was self-made man at the time of his death, having conquered many kingdoms through dueling and many heroes who dared to kill him. The Hydra, who was offspring between Echidna and a Demon she raped rather than one of Typhon's children, had one Draconic Demonic-looking head along with six Draconic serpentine heads, each armed with poisonous bites so deadly that a mere drop would instantly kill victims if they fell into any opening or wound, had the ability to regenerate any Draconic serpentine heads that were chopped off, and its body was much more serpentine than its mothers. It terrorized the swamps of the nation of Lenea, killing anyone who dared to enter its territory, until it was killed by the same hero who took the life of Ajax. It should also be noted that the majority of these sirings caused by multiple rapes from Typhon didn't actually result in the birth of monsters, but instead resulted in the birth of seemingly normal offspring who resembled the race of their mother with no monstrous characteristics, with the sole exception that Typhon's non-mammalian descendents (and their descendents) were sometimes born with foreskins and/or black cocks. Strangely enough, the same could be said of Echidna's descendents. The other alleged monsters in the myths, such as the Devil Dog known as Cerberus, the crafty Sphinx, and the strange hybrid known as the Chimera, were all actually not sired by either monster but were either adopted when they were young or, in the case of Cerberus, had the relation made up by the people who survived him in order to inspire more terror. Some of the monstrous offspring between Typhon and Echidna actually kept to themselves, not wanting to be known in myth and legend, while others were simply forgotten. Whether made up or real, these sirings got Echidna and Typhon the distinction of "The mother and father of all monsters."

Within this time, Typhon and Echidna also learned that Orcus, the god of darkness in their both their culture's pantheons, was worshipped by the people of Cartina outside of Mu and Lemuria, along with learning about the existance of two other gods who are acquainted with him and where all three stand with Demons. Orcus' two particularly malevolent acqauintences were the gods of war and death. The god of war, Tyr, was a violent god of the northern lands of Louper and Tigris who enjoyed the bloodshed, violence, and death caused by war and wanted the world to burn in everlasting conflict. He opposes the demons because the majority of ones invading Cartina want to take over the planet, thereby causing no more wars except against different factions. The god of death, Thanos, was a Gausian god who wanted the world to be a shell completely devoid of life, everything that is living dead. If demons had invaded the planet, that would mean that there's still life on Cartina, thereby opposing Thanos' ideals. The god of darkness, Orcus, was the worst of the three. Like the legends describing him in both Mu and Lermuria, he wanted to envelop the world in darkness, malice, and hatred, and he welcomes the existence of demons into Cartina, and is said to have allies in Hell in the form of fellow deities. These three gods oppose each other due to their conflicting views, and are said to have no other gods as allies, except for Orcus, who has the Devil Gods of the underworld as allies. Typhon himself, having encountered demons from time to time and thus very much believes in their existence, does not really believe in these so-called deities, especially these three. Echidna shares his views, herself an unbeliever. In their view, even if deities exist, they are simply beings with powers relating to the aspects (death, war, love, fire, etc.) of their so-called occupation, but actually have nothing to do with the origins of the aspects and deceive lesser beings into thinking they do.

What the two monsters did notice that is strange is that Tyr and Thanos, despite being prominant in their respective regions, belonged to entirely different pantheons and that in the legends of each god's respective pantheons, the other one are mentioned as well despite their pantheons having their own god of war and/or death, thus the two god's involvement with each other seemed like a crossover between different mytholgies. What's even stranger is that Orcus actually belonged to no specific pantheon that is being worshipped at the time. Rather instead, he belonged in tales of nearly every religion that the two monsters came across, with each religion calling him by different but often similar names and even co-existing with other gods of Darkness in different pantheons. This heavily implied to the two dragons that Orcus was the most likely of the three gods to exist.

There was also a fourth god called the God of the Hunt. This so called "God", like Orcus, actually belonged to no particular pantheon, unlike Tyr and Thanos, and had no appearence specifically attruibuted to in the legends about it. What is known about it is that every few centuries or even millenia, there have been instances where entire cities, provinces, or even nations were found to have been destroyed, with whole communities found ripped to pieces laying in pools of blood, and even fewer accounts of there being single survivors. What surprised both Drake and Echidna is that at each site of attack, a large number of victims were found drained completely of blood, both males and females were raped and burned to death, that this monster left a sign that exactly matched that of the mark of the Beast in Muian legends, and that the accounts of the survivors and their fates exactly matched that of the Beast as well. Also, it did not declare itself a God, but rather the people who had observed the aftermath and carnage of its rampages (survivors included) did thinking that it was a god. Drake, who was surprised that the Beast of Muian legend was in fact real, also learned that Echidna's Lemurian culture shared a similar legend with almost the same details, including the exact same mark, named the "Devil Warrior". This led the two monsters to wonder about the exact nature of this particular monster over the years.

When he was in 558th year of life, over half a millennium, Typhon decided to leave Gaius, feeling that he had nothing left to do there. He and Echidna parted on friendly terms, and he traveled all over the world, wrecking havoc on any town or city on their path and destroying anybody who dared to stop him, including armies, naval fleets, kingdoms, empires, and other monsters. This is also when Typhon, whose name was not heard by the locals and due to the nightmarish horrors he committed, such the genocide of races and the destruction of whole nations, received the monikers "Black Scourge", "Black Scar", "The Beast" (he didn't mind this, since The God of the Hunt was only known as the Beast in Mu), "The Genocide-maker" "The Destroyer of Nations", and "The Slayer of Heroes", both signifying that he was a force of death and destruction and a true nightmare as well. Of all these monikers, "Black Scourge" was the one to consistently appear under the many mythologies, folklore, and legends of the nations he appeared in, but did not destroy. Hundreds of children, both monstrous and non-monstrous, were sired by him as well, and like their Gauisian brethren they either appeared in myths and legends as monsters, kept to themselves, or were simply forgotten.

Typhon also learned that the Beast/God of the Hunt/Devil Warrior was found in several other cultures outside of Mu, Lemuria, and Gaius and went by several names, all of them sharing basically the same details and the exact same mark that the legends dictate that he would leave behind. Among these names were "The Destroyer", "The Bloody Scourge", "The Warrior of Darkness", "The Taker of souls", "The God of the Hunt", "The Dark Titan" (Due to extreme sizeshifting within one incident), along with countless others.

Typhon learned that one of these names, "The Master of the Cursed Blade", came from an ancient, legendary cursed sword named Spathe. This sword was said to have had a mind of its own and had been forged thousands of years ago by the Bloody Scourge himself through unknown means. It had been known to change its shape and appearence into any weapon, decieving others into thinking that it was an ordinary sword, knife, spear, axe, hammer, mace, club, gauntlet, knuckles, etc. and then when someone grabs it, it takes over the person's mind, drains his/her body of its soul, and uses the helpless person as a host to carry massively destructive killing sprees where the blade would relish in drinking the blood and sapping the souls of its victims and turn any survivors of its attacks into horrible, ruthless monsters who carry out destructive sprees of their own. It was said in the legends that the Cursed Sword had eventually gained a body of its own and started wandering in search of its creator, hoping to join the Bloody Scourge in his killing sprees, and its last attack was seven centuries ago. Typhon wondered if the ancient sword actually exists.

In his 756th year of life, Typhon arrived in the region of Louper, which would be up in the arctic wastes on the North Pole, and attacked the inhabitants of that area, whose members mainly consisted of wolves, where the worship of Tyr was a lot more prominant, where the worship of Thanos was a lot less prominant, and the worship of Orcus was about the same as it was in any other region. Like in other areas beforehand, he blazed a nightmarish trail of destroyed cities, extinct populations, and monstrous and non-monstrous offspring. The most notable of these offspring would be the monster wolf Fenrir. Like Ajax before him, Fenrir was the result of a rape victim, in this case a dire she-wolf, who Typhon kept alive until the birth of her terrible son. Fenrir, who proudly claimed that he was the son of the Black Scourge, grew up to monstrous proportions, being 24 feet, 6 inches tall, and was extremely vicious and ferocious. His skin was also unpiercable by forged weapons, but instead of possessing bone spikes, he possessed the ability to breathe fire that was similar to his fathers. He had two sons, the twin Hrppvitnisson brothers, Skoll and Hati, before his alleged death, but it was unknown what really happened to him. His descendents, on the other hand, came to form a group called the Wolves of Fenrir, a secret society that was founded by Skoll and Hati, which kept to themselves and are hidden deeply in the region of Louper, able to survive even in the winter months of that region. This society was also supposedly the only surviving population of dire wolves in Louper, as the rest of the race within that nation had all been wiped out thanks to Typhon's rampages, eventually being replaced by normal wolves.

After a couple more centuries of dreaded violence, wanton destruction, and nightmarish horror, Typhon's darkness and bloodlust began to dim down and he was now able to control his murderous urges rather than unleash Hell upon the countryside at a whim. Bothered by the atrocities he had done but even more disturbed by the length in which he committed them, he had decided to become a mercenary, assassin, and monster slayer and use his survivalist skills and disciplined, but brutal military skills he had learned in the continent of Mu for use on soldiers and monsters on the battlefield. However, he had to hide his true identity or else people will try to hunt him down and kill him, and rightfully so, and he won't able to be hired by anyone. For his appearance, he simply retracted all of his bone spikes and used his skeletal system, comprised of thousands of tiny bones, in order to make himself 16 feet, 7 inches, and less monstrous looking so people won't recognize him even without the spikes. He also went by the name Drago, with no known last name, in order to hide his identity even more.

Typhon began his first mercenary job in his 967th year of life. Using the Drago name, he joined various armies across the world as a sellsword, and even befriended the soldiers of the armies he fought for, including other mercenaries if there were any. Also, when there were no battles for him to fight, he got money by fighting monsters. However, even on the battlefield he was a monster. He'd do terrible things, like skinning the heads of victims and throwing them (sometimes on fire as well) to their horrified comrades, spread disease and burn crops and cities down, killing, raping, and eating children and innocents, giving cold-blooded torture to captured soldiers, and raping female ones, in front of their captured comrades, dress in the still raw, bloody, and sometimes decaying skin of fallen enemy soldiers in order to terrify them, assassinating royalty and nobility, attacking weary enemy soldiers after they just won a battle against his client's forces that he could not participate in due to not being there in time (often because he was fighting another battle beforehand), and other such atrocities. This caused several opponents to give up battles (but not wars) at the sight of him merely due to not wanting to experience his terrible methods. To him, this was all justified because these kinds of things are what mercenaries and assassins are paid to do. This terrifying attitude, along with his monstrous presence on the battlefield, earned him the moniker of "Dark Mercenary."

However, he was not all about brutality on the battlefield. On missions where he had to assassinate targets, spread disease without getting caught, poisoning drinking supplies, and the like, he proved himself many times over to be as stealthy as he was brutal, doing things such as sneaking into palaces, killing the targets within, and then escaping while leaving no sign that he was there at all except for perhaps a few, unexplained deaths. Victims of these assassinations often had snapped necks, were poisoned, were made to look like they were in accidents, were hit in the solar plexis and/or throat hard enough to slowly suffocate, were smothered or drowned to death, were terrified to death (he achieved this by often going into Black Scourge Form), and other various ways. He also used these skills in battle, often sneaking behind entire regiments, brigades, and divisions as they marched towards a battlefield and then springing an ambush on them, often without his client's troops, and then massacres them with his own disciplined brand of brutality. Any survivors either died from exhaustion as they fled to the battlefield, were killed by his client's forces when they met on the battlefield, or were personally tracked down by him and were slaughtered without mercy.

On a summer in his 1,008th year of life, now over a millennium old, Drago fought in the tiger-ruled region known as Tigris, which would be between Louper and several nations above Gaius. The ownership of Tigris was originally fought over between the native tigers and the Arctic Wolves of Louper. The tigers had won ownership of the land from the wolves in a grand battle about two to three centuries ago, the same time the Black Scourge had visited and wrecked havoc on the wolves in Louper, also causing an extiction of the Dire Wolves in that nation as well. The tigers had ruled many kingdoms separate and hostile towards each other, and the majority of kingdoms were intolerant towards the other races, using them as slaves and laborers and treating them like nothing but shit. Only mercenaries of other races were treated with respect and tolerance.

Drago, fighting as a mercenary for the first time in Tigris, was hired by the large empire of Stilem, to go against the forces of the empire of Krosoun. Stilem was an empire whose emperor, Druvian Stelburg, was a cruel, evil, tyrannical giant white tiger who was 15 feet, 1 inche tall, 29 years old, was built like an ancient statue, and had larger than normal canines due to being part Smilodon. He had greens eyes, a few scars on his arms and back that all came from a bear he fought, several light scars on his face, and had a penis that was 4 feet, 4 inches long and 1 foot, 4 inches wide. He enjoyed being cruel to the lesser races of Tigris and the kingdoms he conquered, doing horrible things such as having himself and his soldiers raping and impregnating daughters in front of their families, killing off entire royal bloodlines of the kingdoms he conquered through duals, and destroying the royal places of the conquered as well. Druvian enjoyed what Drago did on the battlefield, despite his soldiers, who are merely slaves who overwhelm their opponents with their numbers, not liking those tactics.

Krosoun was an empire that very well different from Stilem. Its emperor's name was Lithos Osternrath, a giant orange tiger who was 15 feet, seven inches tall, 35 years old, also had larger than normal canines thanks to being part smilodon, and had bulging muscles that were used to tear through metal shields, gates, siege weapons, whole regiments, and other similar things. He had amber eyes, one light scar that ran across his throat due to a failed assassination attempt, a couple of light scars on his left cheek and forehead, and had a penis that is 5 feet, 2 inches long and 1 foot, 9 inches wide. Unlike most kings in Tigris, he believed that the lesser races should be tolerated and treated with respect but should still be kept in their place, which is a reason why most of the other kingdoms, except for the equally tolerant kingdom of Virgi (Present-day Bergen), to war against Krosoun. Lithos also is a man who believed that the royal families of conquered kings, either through dueling or otherwise, should be preserved in order live under the emperor's reign, and also preserving the palaces of conquered kingdoms. He and his younger brother, who served him as a general, trained Krosoun's soldiers to be the best in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, even training them to use their tails effectively as well. Lithos also shared a rivalry with Druvian, who was once a close friend and was a colonel in Krosoun's forces in his early years, that had Druvian have an intense hatred for the orange tiger and both had engaged in many duals over kingdoms in which the objective was to scar the other's face, with Lithos winning the majority of these encounters.

Even though Drago fought on the opposing side, he was nonetheless impressed by the fighting tactics of Krosoun, seeing that their combat skills are far superior to any of the nations he worked for, including Stilem. Although he completely dominated every battle he fought in against Krosoun's forces, Krosoun eventually won the war by having Lithos disemboweling and decapitating Druvian in their last, vicious dual at Stalive's capital, which Drago was nowhere near, making the Stilem's entire empire part of its own territory. After the war, he offered himself to Lithos to work for the nation as a mercenary. The emperor quickly agreed to this, despite the fact that Krosoun was known for not being friendly with outsiders, out of the notion that he didn't want such a terrifying warrior against him, not to mention there were two incidents before the war's end, where in one incident Lithos saw firsthand what kind of carnage Drago did against Krosoun's best, and the other incident being where Drago invaded Lithos' palace, took out Lithos' entire personal bodyguard, but left Lithos alive just so Druvian could send a message to him.

For the next few decades, Drago fought in many wars, on both land and sea, with Krosoun's soldiers, gaining their respect and vice versa, even making a name for himself on a historical battlefield which would later be known in modern times as Edium. Despite being paid higher sums of money than the normal soldier, he felt like being a better man for fighting on the side of a respectable nation rather than a ruthless or despicable one. He even got to command on the battlefield and train several of Krosoun's soldiers in his own disciplined, brutal style of combat, making them into shock troops, specialists in unconventional warfare, and the emperor's personal guard. However, he still used his horrendously brutal tactics on the battlefield, causing absolute terror to the opposition and even disgust in some of Krosoun's soldiers, although nobody argued with him about his tactics to his face.

The soldiers whom he trained heavily despising him during training and coming up with names such as "Big Nasty", "Scaly Bastard", "Old Nasty Bastard" and other such names. However, they eventually became highly efficient killing machines, being trained to use every part of their body, including their tails, to deadly use and grew loyal to the mercenary who, despite his brutal tactics, was actually very friendly to his fellow soldiers outside of training. Drago also had a friendly association with Lithos who, despite not liking the mercenary's ways, trains with him, increasing his own combat skills and brutal power, making him into a much fiercer warrior than before. This, along with Drago's well-loved association with Krosoun, earned him the moniker "The Dark Protector of Krosoun" despite the fact that he was officially a mercenary rather than a full-time soldier.

The only downside to Krosoun was that were hardly any monster-slaying jobs, so during peacetime, he either made money training troops, being an assassin for hire, being a boxer (in which he quickly rose to be champion. He also killed the majority of his opponents, since boxing was bare-knuckle back in the day.), being a wrestler, or being hired as a mercenary for other nations as long as it had nothing to do with endangering Krosoun nor any of its allies. He also spent time fucking women, even those who had males (who did NOT want to get in a fight with him, even in groups. If they did, they met a grisly beating that they'd be lucky if they survive), sometimes having them bear his children, all of which were luckily non-monstrous. Also, Lithos, who still ruled during all of Drago's time in Krosoun, was lucky the mercenary had no interest in the princesses, or else there would've been a huge scandal over the matter. His illegitimate stepdaughters, on the other hand, were fair game.

One day, in the autumn of his 1,050th year of life, Drago, who was in the middle of giving a platoon of soldiers a brutal day of training, met with a noble from another city, Koloff, who offered him a vast amount of wealth. Koloff, a white tiger with some ghastly scars on his body, told Drago that his city of Glasthur was invaded by Demons and that the inhabitants, including the noble's family, were all slowly tortured to death by the Hellish denizens, which the noble escaped but not before being horribly wounded. The noble's deal was that he would pay Drago the money if he came to the city to exterminate the Demons. Drago accepted Koloff's offer, but on the notion of being paid half of the money first, happy that he got another monster-slaying job, and then continued training the troops to the end of the day.

The next day, Drago, with half of Koloff's money carried on him along with two maps, one of the city and one of the palace, left Krosoun for Glasthur, which was a trek a few weeks long on foot, far away from Krosoun and on the very northern border of Tigrovu, the northernmost nation of Tigris. He had took with him an 10-foot sword of his own design, forged by Krosoun's swordmakers, which was able split into two when he needed more than one sword, and which he had served him for some years while in service of Krosoun. When he arrived at the city in a snowfall, he found that it was a frozen hellhole that stank of rotten meat, stained all over with blood and gore, and littered with the mutilated corpses of the inhabitants. Among these corpses were those of Demons, which averaged 14-18 feet in height, consisted of both males and females of various Demonic races, and were most likely slain during the city's invasion. However, there was no signs of any living Demons. Knowing something was wrong, he pulled out his sword, kept alert and kept his guard up. As he walked through the blood-covered streets, the first thing he noticed was the blood still felt wet and warm on his feet, as if it was fresh, and not at all cold nor dry. It was so warm, he could see the snowflakes that fell onto it melt into the crimson fluid. It was like this with every step he took. Although he liked the smell and taste of blood, this was not normal. Not liking this, he jumped a good 60 feet into the air, onto the rooftop of a building that had some blood and gore on it, mainly from corpses of tigers and a couple of Demons, but not covered in either. As he looked at the mutilated corpses, which consisted of bodies flayed alive, bodies that are disemboweled and split open from head to toe, bodies that are have been slowly bled to death with arms, legs, eyes, and/or other body parts missing, etc., he noticed that the blood on these bodies have not coagulated at all and is melting snowflakes that fall onto it despite the corpses looking many days old. He also noticed that many of the corpses, especially those of Demons, had what appeared to be acid burns that went through flesh and bone and were covered in spots of blood that was much darker than the rest.

Wiping all of the blood off his feet using the snow the roof, Drago walked past the corpses and leapt from rooftop to rooftop, taking care to avoid touching any of the blood, especially the dark colored blood, and viscera from the remains since he has no clue what is up with the blood being like it is. He continued like this, using the city map Koloff gave him to navigate towards the center of the city until he came upon a park, with nothing but snow-covered trees, snow, blood, gore, mutilated bodies, and a pond which seemed to be filled with nothing but liquid blood. Up ahead of this park was the palace of Koloff, with a grand stairway, covered in leading up to it from the park. Dropping down to onto the streets below, again covering the bottom of his feet with the feeling of fresh blood, he walked into the park. As he went by the blood-filled lake, he failed to see the swirling vortex of energy whose image was barely unseeable due to the light hardly getting through the thick, crimson liquid, but could definitely hear something going on in there. He continued towards the palace as the lake was now behind him, wondering if the Demons Koloff spoke of are in that building.

Reaching the stairway leading up to the palace, he heard the sound of something slithering behind him, and he immediately turned around, only to see nothing but blood, viscera, etc. Hearing the noise occur again, he had caught the movement of something below several steps. Stepping downwards to the location of the sound, he saw what appeared to be a glob of blood rolling around on the stone steps. As it swished around, it seemed to be keeping its own mass together like a blob of quicksilver even as its perimeter went off the edge of the stone steps. He then saw the surrounding blotches of blood come together as more slithering it heard, forming more blobs of blood. The blobs then came together, attracted like a magnet to each other, to form multiple puddles of blood, which suddenly weren't blobs anymore.

As Drago looked over one of the puddles, a small jet of dark, concentrated blood suddenly shot out of the puddle and headed straight towards at his face. He immediately moved his face to the left, the blood jet flying past the side of his head, blood droplets barely missing his shoulder. Hearing some splattering and a hissing noise, Drago looked over and saw that a body that the blood jet had landed on were melting like if acid was poured on it, but not the stone steps. He then looked to see a blob rise from the blood puddle that shot out the jet, and the blob took on the shape of a tiger's upper torso. Not hesitating, Drago slashed at the Demon before him, but the blade passed through the blood creature like it hit nothing but liquid, and came out of the creature, which remained unharmed while the blade was covered in crimson liquid. Seeing the Demon form blades out of its hands and slash at him with its left arm, he tried to block the blow with his sword, but the path of the Demon's arm was unaffected by the block, and the blade struck Drago in the arm, surprisingly cutting open his skin. Alarmed at how sharp the blades were, not to mention that his blade has no real effect on the Demon, he jumped back a few steps up the stairs, seeing more Demons, looking like both naked male and female tigers, form out of the blood puddles, with the one that slashed him forming a lower torso with legs, tail and genitals included, and no wounds either except for scars that the tiger had when it died.

Wondering on how he was going to deal with this threat, he heard movement behind him and turned around, only to see a Blood Demon, looking like one of the slain Demons, throw a lightning-quick punch at his face. He naturally held up his fist to block, but the Demon's fist went through Drago's fist like liquid, the arm enveloping Drake's knuckles with fist went forward, and smacked into his face with a solid blow that would've shattered a metal shield. Drago was sent toppling down the stairs, but pushed himself off into the air before he could reach the bottom by several seconds. Agilely twisting his body in the air, he landed on the bottom of the stairway, his eye bruised from the Demon's blow. Seeing more blood form into blobs and puddles in front of him, he growled and slowly backed away towards the pond, keeping alert of everything surrounding him. The Blood Demons on the stairway walked down towards him, while the blood puddles in front of him were already forming into shapes of the slain city inhabitants and slain Demons.

As he was reaching the lake's edge, he saw the surrounding corpses, both of the Demons and city inhabitants rise up from the dead, being animated by the unnaturally warm blood flowing within them. He then saw the corpses of a female tiger and a huge, 18-foot slain male Demon, which looked like they were in the middle of a rape when they died, rise up from Drago's right side. He sliced off their upper bodies with one diagonal swing of his ten-foot sword, going from the Demon's left side of the ribcage to the tiger's right upper shoulder, causing both corpses' upper bodies to fall over, with the tiger corpse's lower still possessing a good portion of its right shoulder and right arm. Looking at the two bodies, Drago then saw the blood quickly drain out of both halves of the corpses, turning them into shriveled husks, and form into naked blood Demons shaped like their respective races. The female tiger's Blood Demon had a voluptuous body, huge breasts, long hair, a nice looking pussy with an average sized clitoris, while the slain Demon's Blood Demon had an enormous, 7-foot cock that had studs all over the shaft, has spikes running down from the back of its head to the end of its tail, was extremely muscular, and had a horrendous looking face that would make most people shudder. What made these two sights even more disturbing, and the female tiger less appealing, were that despite lacking any of the wounds their corpses had except for any scars, they were completely made of blood.

Seeing the blood creatures move their head back, he immediately knew what was going to happen and quickly jumped to the side, dodging the jets of dark, acidic, concentrated blood that the Blood Demons spat out, which landed into the crimson lake behind him. Hearing movements from the lake behind him, he glanced down at the lake's surface, he could barely make out the image of a swirling vortex of energy deep within its depths, which he surmised to be from which the Demons invaded from. He then saw the image get replaced by several rising blobs of blood coming towards him, which turned out to be the heads of Blood Demons. As he looked on, he saw what appeared to be several 10-35 foot tall Blood Demons, this time with no distinctive features other than looking like faceless, genitaless, earless, clawless, and tailless muscular statues completely made out of liquid blood.

Seeing these featureless Demons form swords, axes, maces, clubs, claws, bladed whips, and other such weaponry with their arms, Drago moved away from the lake, wondering on how he was going to survive this situation. Seeing the two Blood Demons from the tiger and the Demon, about to spit out blood again, he had an idea. He quickly let out a breath of fire at them, and they immeditedly stopped their attack as the fire engulfed them, causing them to flail about their arms, running around crazily. Drago smiled. He had finally found a weakness to these Blood Demons.

Turning around towards the featureless Blood Demons in the lake, he breathed fire at them, but to his surprise, he found that the fire had absolutely no effect on them (Not even the Greek fire-like effect of water increasing the fire), and one whose arm was a spiked club whacked him in the mouth with speed much faster than a strike from Echidna, busting open his lips, breaking some of his teeth and hundreds of bones in his face, along with piercing his skin with the extremely sharp spikes. The blow, strong enough to shatter a stone wall, sent Drago down to the ground, sliding several feet before stopping.

Spitting out blood and some teeth, his vision blurry, his head pounding, his face bleeding and in pain, and dazed and disoriented, Drago picked himself off from the ground, having some trouble trying to keep himself balanced. As he shook his head to get the dizziness out and as his senses became clearer, he saw the featureless Blood Demons walk towards him. Knowing that one of these creatures would outmatch him, he sheathed his sword, turned around and headed towards the staircase, breathing fire at both the lesser Blood Demons (the ones in the shapes of the slain Demons and city inhabitants) and animated corpses that were in his way, not bothering to slice up the corpses. As he neared the top, he saw that the first two Blood Demons he had set on fire, the tigress and the slain Demon, were standing there, still on fire but not moving around crazily. However, their liquid bodies are heavily coagulated from the heat of the flames, which should have vaporized them but somehow didn't, making them slow and less versatile. Easily dodging a slow whip of the tail from the tigress and a slow slash of the claws from the slain Demon, Drago pushed them off into the staircase with his hands, their now-solid, flaming bodies no longer invulnerable to solid objects. Their bodies splattered into several pieces, with some still liquid parts spilling out, and are having trouble trying to reform due to the majority of their bodies being solid. Looking out towards the greater Blood Demons, which are beginning to climb up the staircase and joined with lesser Blood Demons, Drago saw that the lake was now growing, slowly flooding over the park and into the rest of the city, melting the patches of snow and ice it floods over along the way. Seeing the growing body climb up the staircase easily with the Blood Demons at a fast and alarming speed, Drago turned and ran straight towards the palace, hoping that he is able to survive this nightmare.

Opening the massive, 20 foot double doors and locking them behind him, Drago ran throughout the palace, knowing that the Blood Demons would hardly be slowed down by a locked door. Not able to shift his bones into his true shape and size due to the size of the palace halls which had a height of 22 feet, Drago used the map of the palace Koloff gave him and made his way to the throne room, knowing that there's a secret escape route beneath the thrones of Koloff and his queen that would lead to deep underground tunnels that would lead far away from the city. Burning every animated corpse and lesser Blood Demon with his fire breath, Drago saw the stairway that would lead up to the series of halls that would lead to the throne room. Unfortunately for him, he saw that where the stairways lead down, which went towards the palace dungeons and waterways, that the Demonic flood of blood from the lake had formed a pool at the bottom, which was growing rapidly upwards at an alarmingly fast pace. Seeing this, Drago, not having time to climb the stairs, quickly leapt upwards from staircase to staircase, leaping 40 to 50 feet at a time, trying to evade the pool which grew faster than the rate he was climbing. As he fled with the pool rapidly catching up to him, he caught glimpses that shown that every window he passed by was completely covered in blood, with open ones spewing out jets of blood.

Landing on the floor that had the throne room on it with the pool of blood seconds away from reaching him, Drago dashed towards the double doors that led into the throne room. Unfortunately, just as he opened the doors, he saw that several windows covered the hall that made up part of the throne room and led to the thrones of Koloff and his queen, were all burst open, with the floor covered in blood in about a foot and a half thick. Before he could run in, a huge jet of blood shot out from the blood covered floor and smacked Drago, knocking him off the floor and into the pool of blood that had caught up with him.

As the city was flooded with blood from the lake, the blood climbed up every building, completely engulfing them in warm, crimson liquid. After the last of them was completely covered, the swirling vortex from the lake expanded to the perimeters of the city and the city slowly began to sink downwards into the vortex. As the tip of the city's tallest building sank into the crimson depths, the vortex disappeared, leaving nothing but a lake of warm blood in its wake. The surface of the pool of blood slowly began to freeze, signifying that the influence of the supernatural is no longer at work.

With the vortex closed, Drago found himself still alive swimming upwards towards the surface of a body made entirely of blood. Breaking through to the surface, he had found himself on the shores of a literal ocean of blood, the entirety of it warm and very much alive, under crimson skies that burned with a black, unholy sun. Making his way to some nearby rocks, he climbed out of the blood ocean and rested on his back, spitting out blood and panting for air. Having catched his breath and rested a bit, he looked around and saw that past the rocks and a black beach of volcanic sand, which was saturated with blood, was a Hellish looking wasteland, completely devoid of any plant life and expanded miles upon miles in distance. He realized where he was. He was in Hell. He had heard of legends of people being taken to the darkest depths of Hell as far as their actions and mentality are concerned, but never literally. Wondering if he has any chance of getting out, he got up, shifted into his true form and size, and set himself out towards the wastes, going away from the Hellish beach and ocean of blood.

He had wandered the wastelands for dozens upon dozens of miles, stinking of blood the whole time. During this time, he came upon several groups of lesser Demons, small scavengers who averaged 2-3 feet in length, made no sounds but grunting and attacked whatever they saw as food. He took down all of these groups brutally and left the majority of them to rot, taking some of them ones with him to eat and drink blood from whenever he felt the need for sustenance. He would've raped the female ones, but they were way too small for him. He had also found that the wastelands were peppered with lava pools, the heat emanating from them reminding him of the volcanic mountains within the Northern Mountains of Mu, his homeland which he still misses very much.

After many days of wandering like this in the same direction he had been going in, in which time his wounds and teeth have fully healed, Drago finally found himself coming upon a huge river of water, one that was dozens of meters wide. Real happy that he had found this, he dropped the Demonic corpses he had been carrying and ran towards the river, jumping into the cool, fresh water. The blood that had dried on him long ago began to wash away, making a red mist which slowly dissolved into nothing. Lifting his head out of the water, which still had blood softening on his skin and flowing down his face, he took his sword and its sheath off his back, wiping the blood from the blood ocean away from them. He actually wasn't concerned about the water being filled with parasites or anything. He was just glad that the water was satisfying.

After cleaning himself and his weapon off, Drago got out of the river, happy that it was refreshing. Looking down upon the west side of the river, he could see that after a long distance, the river would flow into the ocean of blood, whose crimson waters endlessly drank the clear water like it was sating a deep thirst. Looking upon the east side, he found in the distance a village far in the distance surrounded by fertile plains. Unsheathing his sword and splitting it into two swords, he headed towards the village, ready to make some bloodshed.

Drago attacked the village, slaying every villager, whose members are a somewhat reptilian race of 10-30 foot tall Demons, he came upon and raping the females to death, which satisfied him greatly since he hadn't had sex in many days. He left only one Demon left, which was a small (for its race), 12-foot male Demon with reptilian characteristics, and had him as his prisoner, forcing him to teach him his race's language. After several months of learning the language, in which he entered into his 1,051st year of life, and living off the land, Drago then forced his prisoner to draw a map of the area he's in, which had marked the area as Xylipan, and asked him if there are any portals out of here and into the world of Cartina. After receiving no for an answer, Drago brutally eviscerated the poor Demon, leaving him alive to die in agony from his wounds.

Using the map his victim drew for him, Drago attacked every village that was on the map of Xylipan, massacring everybody he came upon, raping every female, and killing any groups or travelers he came upon between the villages. After several weeks of this, he came upon a much larger, much more detailed map in a town he massacred, whose members consist of three of the very races of Demons that had raided Glasthur, along with some details about where he is. It seems that he was in some circle of Hell, with the planet he's on named Lumiora. He found that Lumiora is much bigger than Cartina, has thousands of nations, and the nation he's in, which includes Xylipan, is called Dredsin, and that the areas he traveled in were in the fringes of the nation. He found that Lumiora consists of a variety of environments, such wastelands, fertile plains, forests, deserts, mountains, swamps, valleys, canyons, arctic areas, ancient ruins, etc., along with a world ocean of blood. He learned that the ocean of blood consisted of nothing but the Bloodborn, whose very description exactly fits the Blood Demons he had fought in Glasthur. It seems that these Bloodborn, whose main description fits the greater Blood Demons he had fought, are able to turn the blood of their slain victims into lesser versions of themselves that take the shape of the slain, can concentrate their blood to form a dark, acidic form that would eat through organic flesh, and are able to reanimate corpses of the slain through controlling the blood. What he read about their weaknesses is that the greater Bloodborn are invulnerable to flames from the Mortal realms, which Drago presumed to be what Cartina is part of, but are vulnerable to most forms of Hellfire, whose many forms normally burns hotter than the molten depths of a volcano, while the lesser Bloodborn are able to not evaporate from heat that would be capable of melting metal, but are still vulnerable to coagulating from such heat and lesser forms of heat as well. Reading further into this, Drago came to learn that both the greater and lesser bloodborn are not only vulnerable to Hellfire, but to other forms of mystical flame, and are also vulnerable to soul stealing, a technique that some Demons and other lifeforms possess that drain the life out victims either from direct contact or from a distance, some forms of blood magic, and to a certain class of creatures called Vampires. He couldn't find any other info on the Vampires other than they had to sustain themselves on either the blood, emotions, or soul/lifeforce of victims, are either Demons, cursed individuals, undead, living, or non-Demons.

Drago then read that the Bloodborn are not friendly to any of the Demons of this circle of Hell, and it would be unwise to wander the beaches since they're so close to the ocean of blood, which consists entirely of Bloodborn. After reading this, Drago had formed a very good idea of what may have happened to Glasthur. He presumed that a portal to Cartina had formed somewhere along the shores of the ocean of blood and was found by some foolish Demons. These Demons gathered others of their various kinds into a group and entered the portal, appearing via the lake within the center of the city. After these Demons killed off the inhabitants of the city, but somehow let its king Koloff escape horribly wounded, the Bloodborn came from the ocean of blood and killed off the Demons. This is what he presumed and may or may not actually happened. He then concluded that he must've came along right when the Bloodborn decided to swallow the city into its circle of Hell, meaning that he was very unlucky to have been caught in this situation in the first place, but was lucky that the Bloodborn had spared him. With this in mind, he looked for any info about portals that would lead to Cartina, but he could find none, even info regarding portals that led to other realms and other Circles of Hell. He then left the city with the map, using it to wreck havoc on the Demons of this circle along with finding info about portals, especially those leading to Cartina.

Leaving the fertile plains and wastelands of Xylipan after a month, Drago traveled through the nations of Lumiora, trying to find a way out. He tried to make a name for himself as a monster, but unfortunately for him, many of the Demonic races he ran into were much more powerful than the ones in the particular wastelands and fertile plains he spent months in. Many encounters with these races, where a few members or even one member of these powerful Demonic races lead to him nearly being killed, captured, severely injured, defeated (knocked out, left for dead, etc.), or fleeing. These races usually consist of Demons much stronger, durable, and faster than him (Berzelt's a good example of this), but can consist of Demons with other kinds of powers which can include Hellfire (flames are hot enough to set him on fire), Ice, Earth, Wind, Telekinesis, Bloodborn, Shapechanging (including those that are able to turn him into something different), Darkness manipulation, Teleportation, etc. He also lost his sword in one of his first battles against such Demons, both blades having been shattered by a Demon wielding a swordbreaking sword with slots along the blade. Not wanting to lose his life and survive, this pretty much forced Drago to solely rely on stealth just to get by these particular Demons, and such encounters even forced him to learn how to fake being dead. He even learned how to slow his heartbeat down to convincingly fool Demons into believing he was dead, but he learned the hard way that this tactic didn't always work, causing him to nearly be killed or captured by Demons who weren't fooled by this tactic, had sharp enough hearing, or could actually sense the lifeforce within the dragon.

Whenever Drago was captured, he was subjugated to many tortures, rape included, from the Demons, who had used his healing abilities to their advantage, along with sometimes forcing him to fight against ferocious beasts, monsters, Demons, prisoners from both Lumiora and other realms, and even mechanoids (robots, androids, automatons, golems etc.) for their pleasure. It was during these times of gladiatorial combat that he encountered missiles and guns (of both the Demonic, energy-shooting kind, and the metal shooting kind), for the first time. Despite sustaining heavy damage (lost limbs, pierced organs, etc.) from missiles and guns, Drago manages to survive his battles with foes armed with this unfamiliar technology, even when he's defeated (only due to not being familiar with them) and sustained heavy damage due to his captors wanting to keep him alive for their entertainment. He also had very few encounters with guns and missiles during his time in Lumiora (they're rare in Lumiora.), so he hadn't had enough time to learn how to deal with these properly.

Drago always later manages to escape sometime after his capture, for various reasons. Among these reasons were fellow captives staging a revolt, rival Demons invading and attacking the home of his captors, albeit barely escaping out of his own fee will, etc. He did not use his abilities to become a mercenary nor assassin, simply because he was outclassed by many Demons. He also avoided wars and battles between armies, which often destroyed the landscape and turning it into even more of a Hellish wasteland. He also used his stealth skills in order to infiltrate cities and find info about how to get out of this circle of Hell and into Cartina, but had no luck in doing so. He did find info about many portals that led into either other circles of Hell or other Mortal realms besides Cartina, including a world similar to his own. He learned that in this world's future, thousands of years from now, will have a legend about a white liger named Killer "Wyvern" Huxley. Wondering if Cartina would ever interact with this world, he continued on in his search for a way to Cartina.

Also during this time, Drago had met certain Demons that claim to be "Fallen Angels". These Demons claimed that they were originally "Angels" created by some all-powerful creator deity, who is mostly known as just "God", and had lived peacefully in a paradise of a realm called "Heaven" worshipping this deity, who was unseen even by the Angels. Their bliss lasted until a beautiful, but prideful Angel named Lucifer, who was sick and tired of worshipping a deity that only a few of the followers claimed they had even seen, had gathered a bunch of like-minded Angels together and tried to take over Heaven, causing an all-out war. Lucifer had lost the war, having lost to the forces of Michael, the leader of Heaven's forces. Lucifer and the majority of his followers, along with Angels who did not fight for either side during the war, were then banished to Hell, which had Demons long before the Fallen Angels came to it. There they met Erebus, the Devil God of Darkness. This Devil God was the confidant of Emperor Asmodeus, the ruler of Hell. Erebus offered Lucifer and his Fallen Angels to join him, and thus they did, themselves being turned into Demons. Lucifer was then made the field marshall of Hell's Armies, with Berzelt and Erebus as his superiors. Sometime after that, Lucifer was then usurped from his position by Satanel, Lucifer's former second-in-command during the war against Michael, and then exiled Lucifer from Asmodeus' forces. Satanel, now commanding the forces of Asmodues under Berzelt, had shortened his name to Satan. As for the rest of the Fallen Angels, the ones that did not fall into Hell, they were left wandering the other realms, retaining their Angelhood but are exiled from entering Heaven again. All this info had strengthened Drago's Atheist beliefs, again making him see what beliefs in deities can do to society. Although he knew that Erebus was considered a God, he has encountered some powerful Demons who could very well be worshipped as Gods by the people of Cartina, so he just viewed that as nothing more than a title rather than a confirmation. Also, he had never encountered a religion in Cartina that worships this "God" of "Heaven" as recounted by the Fallen Angels nor has he ever heard of the word "Angel" when he was in Cartina, thus there most likely aren't Fallen Angels in the realm he's from. This did make him wonder if there were any other factions related to Angels besides the ones in Heaven and the Fallen Angels.

Drago also learned more about the Beast/Devil Warrior from one particular Fallen Angel named Pontis. According to Pontis, it seems that the Beast is an ancient member of the Diagoi, a powerful, Demonic race of Vampires that claimed to have descended from Erebus himself, and whose members have no real weaknesses and are capable of a large number of powewrful supernatural feats. Being at least 600,000 years old, the Beast is so powerful that he's effectively a god and can grow to the size of a mountain (at least 10,000 feet). Although he actually aged to the point that he doesn't actually need to drink blood or drain the lifeforce from a victim, both forms of sustenace are like drugs to him and he has traveled to numerous worlds, often multiple times, to satisfy not only his urges but also his blood lust and love of sex and battle. The Fallen Angel knew that the Beast had traveled to Cartina multiple times and had left it after leaving bloodbaths out of entire nations in his wake. Drago was warned by the Fallen Angels that the Beast is someone not to be trifled with, not even for the something as powerful as Lumiora's Demon Lords like and is known in Lumiora as the feared "Suicide Maker". The only hope for winning a battle against such an awesome foe is if he fought at a much lesser level, which he thankfully does to give his foes a fairer chance against him. This still didn't convince Drago that Gods didn't exist since asides from being powerful enough to be worshipped as a God, the Beast is simply an extremly powerful being, nothing more, nothing less.

Several centuries had passed by, and a few months after Drago reached his 1,527th year of life, he began to hear rumors that have caught his interests. The rumors say that Thorim, an associate of the Beast and a member of a particularly dangerous race of Demons, the Blitzkriegs, a warlike race of Demons that have electrical powers, had been exiled centuries ago from his circle of Hell by his race for being too proud and had a one-use portal, opened for him by the Demon Lords of this circle, that led to the mortal realm of Cartina, but had guarded it in order to prevent others from passing through it alive as a matter of pride. Thorim, a former Demon mercenary, is situated near the Wastelands of Xylipan, the same area of Hell Drago found himself in from the start, near the ocean of blood, daring anybody to go past him and get into the portal alive. Initially thinking this too good to be true, Drago ignored the rumors, but then after a few days, decided to get past Thorim and enter the portal. This might be his last chance to get out of Hell.

Having reached the area of Xylipan and going through its fertile plains and then the wastelands, all of which were filled with the sounds of thunder booming, Drago managed to see what appeared to be one Demon ripping up whole armies of lesser Demons while defending a portal near the blood ocean. He knew that it was Thorim defending the portal. Thorim was a huge, 28 feet, 5 inch tall reptilian Demon (Similar looking to a Blitz from Devil May Cry 4 except he's not blind) who is wreathed in lightning, can literally move as fast as lightning (224,000 mph. or about 3,700 miles per second. He can literally cause sonic booms with just his movement and move much, much faster than sound), can shoot lightning out of his hands, can summon lightning bolts from the sky, can shoot and summon ball lightning, detect electrical activity, and can generate electrical shields among other such powers. Drago, who used his stealth skills to get in front of the ocean of blood, and behind the portal and Thorim, who was close to finishing off the army. Drago, eager to rush towards his ticket to home, made a dash towards the portal, but Thorim, who sensed electrical activity near the portal from Drago's movements, appeared right in front of Drago just as was in front of the portal, with some ball lightning in hand. Due to the sound of a sonic boom appearing right next to him along with a blinding flash of light from Thorim's lightning, Drago became disoriented and soon all was black...

When Drago came to, he found himself alive, looking at a blue sky. He found that his skin and tissues was severely injured, suffering from things like electrical shock, was twitching considerably, had cauterized holes burned into his limbs, chest and guts (no vital areas were pierced), was essentially a cripple until his regenerative ability kicks in. He then realized that he was alive, having survived an attack from Thorim, who used an explosive ball lightning attack in an attempt to kill him, but failed. He also realized that he is out of Lumiora, and also out of Hell. He was back in Cartina!

Painfully getting off the ground, his left leg stuck with a limp, Drago looked around and realized that he was in the ruins of Gortyn on the long-dead island of Minoa. The ruins were mostly a few feet of the tips of the highest points of the city wall, with the rest of the city covered in dirt and sand, but the one thing that made him realize it was Gortyn was the citadel, that was still standing on the hilltop but has aged greatly from the elements, recognizing the ancient symbols on the weathered structure. He stayed in the ruins for a few days, healing himself of his injuries.

Later, after he got himself off of the island and onto Gaius in the mainland, Drago had decided that he was going to make himself emperor of Cartina. His experiences in Hell have changed him greatly from his services to Krosoun and have made his inner darkness even stronger, and he believes that the planet is rightfully his for the taking. However, he needed an army, and he believes that the tigers of Tigris, experts in hand-to-hand combat and warfare, are the perfect choice. Knowing that the time of Drago has long been over since nearly five centuries had passed, he decided to rename himself Dracul Tepes. He also made him 20 feet, 7 inches tall and made his face more similar looking to his true look rather than the look he had as Drago.

Dracul went back up to Tigris with a plan in mind. Dracul knew that unlike the Tigresian kings of old, like Lithos and Druvian, he can't just sneak into the palaces of the enemy kings and either kill them or challenge them in a duel and defeat them in order to be declared king, as he is a dragon and not a tiger at all, thus the tigers wouldn't accept him a pack leader. Instead, he had to gather up an army, seige the nations of Tigris and force his rule upon the tigers. Thus, when he traveled along Gaius towards Tigris, he erased whole towns and villages that were in his path from the face of Cartina along the way, forcing only male and female tigers men to join him in his army and forcing both the males and females of the other races to be his slaves. Eventually, he laid seige to the capital of the ancient Tigresian nation of Nosdet, which was one of lowermost nations of Tigris and had access to the sea. After a fierce battle that resulted in many losses on both sides, Dracul invaded the palace of King Polaet and killed him, settled in Nosdet's ancient capital of Lothrum and waited to prepare his troops to invade the rest of Tigris.

After brutally training his soldiers within a few years, getting supplies, armor, and weapons for his armies, and fathering dozens of children, some of them bearing his monsterous characteristics, along the way, Dracul felt his army was ready and began the invasion of Tigris. In a truly brutal campaign that started with the nearby nation of Kilpos, Dracul's army slaughtered any opponent that stood in its way, then moved onto the bordering nations of both Septin in the north, then taking over the nations of Olonor, and Virgi, along with the smaller nations inbetween them. The only people, who were mainly tigers, that he spared were those that would join his army either in defeat or before battle, and for those that didn't, he had them all killed.

He then started a campaign to invade Mottris, which was also north of Virgi and right next to Septin, and started another campaign a year after taking over Mottris to invade Krosoun. Both proved to be very hard nations to take over, since both of the nations' soldiers used techniques and training Dracul taught to their troops 500 years ago as Drago, and the skills of the enemy had only slightly declined. Dracul, after only about a year and half of fighting, managed to kill Mottris' King Lanin in a brutal duel, and raped his queen on the battlefield in front of the army for laughs, turning her into a slave, and then 2 years later (1 year after the campaign against Krosoun started) fought and killed Krosoun's king Revoni in an successful assassination attempt, thus adding both Mottris and Krostoun under his control. With these nations under his control, he unified them, founding one new nation under the name of Reagen out of the smaller nations between Krosoun, Olonor, Mottris and Virgi along with the eastern parts of Krosoun for the western borders and the western parts of Mottris for the eastern borders

The nation of Reagen, with its capital being named Dracula, stayed mostly quiet for a number of years, making people wonder what was going on. In truth, Dracul was grooming it to be an imperial nation, training its soldiers in a brutal regime to be the best and most brutal warriors on the battlefield. He also amassed the best melee weapons the ancient world has ever seen, using not the formula for Muian alloy, but instead a formula he learned in Lumiora for really strong steel instead, dubbing it Regean Steel (Equivalent of Damascus Steel). He instead used the formula for the Muian alloy for his personal swords, which varied from 12-18 feet long, in order to give himself a personal advantage in battle. He also started a group of personal assassins, calling it the Assassin's Guild, who were trained by himself in the art of stealth and assassination, and were taught to be able to dodge projectiles, such as arrows and thrown blades, even while in risky situations such as walking on high beams or tight ropes. The assassins also strictly followed Dracul's every order, and carried out assassinations out of both political enemies within his nation and within other nations. In the case of the political assassinations within other nations, he had the assassins make it look like another nation did it and did the same to that other nation, thereby causing both nations to go to war against each other while the nation of Reagen partook in the war for profit, using its soldiers as mercenaries.

Dracul trained the soldiers himself, using not only the training he used in Mu but also the horrendous tactics he used as Drago, turning the soldiers into brutal killing machines with brutal strength, phenomenal fighting abilities, and supreme hand-to-hand combat skills. These tigers, both male and female, were taught to never question what their draconic leader told them to do, even if it involved brutal atrocities, such as burning down villages, raping (for males) and killing children and the weak, and the like. Dracul also had a personal guard, trained in both the mercenary and assassin arts, who were quick as lightning, extremely agile, and terribly strong. These elite warriors, having giving up their lives solely to their king, were the most terrible of Reagen's forces, much fiercer, brutal, and merciless than the majority of present-day warriors in hand-to-hand combat. They were essentially monsters like their master and many of them were actually descendents possessing monstrous attributes inherited from him.

Dracul not only expressed interest in making his warriors the best and most brutal, but also expressed more interest in torture than when he was known as Typhon and Drago. During the times he was tortured in Lumiora, he had learned several ways to inflict indescribable pain on others, often the victim of these inflicted on him by Demons. One of his favorite tortures, which he had often used on prisoners and those who dared to defy his rules, especially the races that were lower than tigers, was impalement. With this torture, he took a wooden stake and inserted it up the tailhole of the victim, pushing it through the victim's body while avoiding any vital organs, until it came through the victim's mouth, who was able to breath and not suffocate, allowing him/her to suffer for days before dying. Dracul had done many experiments on prisoners, such as using different stake shapes, trying to get this right, but it was only after over a hundred victims was he able to get it right.

Reagen was ruled with an iron fist by Dracul, who would not tolerate things like sleeping on the job, thievery, arson, unjustified murder, and other such things. People who did not follow his rules were mostly subjugated to impalement, but were sometimes also victims of other horrors, such as being burnt at the stake, slowly cut hundreds of times to death, being flayed alive, being split open from groin to chest and left to die, and so on. This led to the many races within his kingdom, especially the lesser races, to fit his demands, making Reagen a zero-tolerance, crime-free nation. This did not, however, prevent the tigers from being cruel to the lesser races, as Dracul did not have a rule against that.

One night during his rule, when Dracul was 1,568 years old, he was heading towards his bedroom with three female slaves, a winged dragoness, a ligeress, and a female Smilodon, by his side, intending to fuck them all at his personal pleasure. When he had opened the door, he suddenly saw the thrust of a spiked tail moving towards him. He easily dodged the attack, but it was far late for the girls. Having all been pierced in the throat, they fell over dead, a deadly poison running through their veins. Looking up towards the bed, Dracul had found a familiar site, one that he had not seen in 980 years: Echidna. She was laying naked on the bed, with several of Dracul's personal guard, laying dead below her feet, with 10 foot sword stuck right into one. She had no injuries on her at all and was complacent towards the appearance of Dracul. She said hi to him, calling him by his first and real name, Typhon.

Dracul was in shock. His former lover, who he hadn't seen in nearly a millennium, had invaded his palace, killed his personal guard, and killed two of his slaves while laying on his bed naked. He was at a loss for words at the sight of the Lemurian Dragon. She broke the silence, telling him that since he had left her so long ago, she had missed his company, and his huge cock, and was eventually dissatisfied of her multiple rapes and the multiple lovers she took, including female ones. She eventually left the region of Gaius many centuries ago and had tried to find him in the nation of Krostavia 488 years ago, back when there was a mercenary fitting his description named Drago. Upon hearing that Drago had disappeared 3 months ago while he was on a monster-slaying mission to Glasthur, she headed over to the city and found that nothing but a frozen lake of blood in its place. Thinking that Typhon had died, she had tracked the last client of Drago, Koloff, down, finding him within the palace as the advisor of Lithos Osternrath, and slowly tortured him to death right in front of the king and queen in their throne room. Lithos tried attacking her with his sword, but she instantly decapitated him with her sword in a split second and then threw the blade at the queen, pinning her to her chair by the throat. Pulling her sword from the queen's neck, she then fought her way out of the palace, using her sword speed and skill to kill every soldier who came upon her, including those trained by Drago. After fighting her way out, she had returned to Gaius and had been in mourning for a long time until about 257 years ago.

When she had heard about Dracul Tepes and the nation of Reagen a few weeks ago, she had to see for herself if Dracul was in fact Typhon. She has now confirmed this for herself, and asks Typhon if she could be his queen. Dracul, having missed Echidna greatly since her absence from his side, said yes to this quickly. He then took off his clothes and joined her in bed, eager to crush her orifices and make them bleed amd tear with his cock again. She didn't resist, letting him take her in the dominant position, his immense, obsidian cock already harder than diamond. They fucked fiercely, cumming many times together, with her screams being heard throughout the night for hours. During their fucking, the two's feelings for each other had went beyond mutual lust and deepened into love. The next day, Echidna, not going under an alternate name, underwent a royal coronation ceremony as Dracul's queen. Nobody opposed the ancient mother of monsters as the wife of their king, as nobody dared to question him. At Echidna's urging, he also showed everybody at the ceremony his true form, that of the Black Scourge, letting his followers know that Dracul Tepes and the Typhon of old were one and the same, which made sense considering who the bride was. The two consummated the ceremony later that night, fucking passionately just like they did the night she lost her virginity to him. They also shared the bed, bath, sofas, etc. with slaves many times during this reign, including sessions out in public. Echidna also trained the troops as well, making them, especially the assassins and royal guard, quicker, more agile, and deadlier in combat (able to hit arteries more quickly and the like), already adding to their deadliness in combat. Finally, Echidna and Dracul also resumed training together, improving each other's abilities in the process, and Echidna had her own set of personal weapons made for her using the same Muian alloy that her husband's swords were made of. To her surprise, the technique Drake used to make the Muian alloy was the exact same as the technique used to create Lemurian alloy. (Echidna didn't know how to forge swords although she knows the process by description, thus why she didn't weild any Muian/Lemurian alloy blades beforehand.) Two particular swords were the blood-red Muramasa and the purple Masamune. These two longswords, designed after some blades Dracul saw in Lumiora, were of sleeker design than the traditional broadsword, and were quite deadly in battle. Both Dracul, who wielded Muramasa, and Echidna, who wielded Masamune, perfected the use of these weapons in combat and were a fearsome force in using these swords. During their reign together, the two dragon's newfound love caused them to be even more passionate and affectionate with each other, even when Dracul was brutally fucking another female in front of Echidna, which she found very hot and actually turned her on. He even taught her how to forge Muian/Lemurian alloy blades on her own.

When Dracul felt that the time was right at the 1,578th year of his life, he had decided to launch his campaign of taking over the world. After many bloody years of fighting, both Dracul and Echidna eventually took over the whole of Tigris, stretching all the way from the southern borders of Kilpos, to the eastern coast of Yayan, to the western coast of Stilem, and to the northern borders of Tigrovu, forcing the armies of tigers to bend to his will and letting him have his way with their women. For each nation he took over, he had killed the king in a traditional dual, with Echidna often replacing him at her request, and then both rape the queen, either killing her by impalement or making her and her daughters their slaves. For every enemy soldier that was captured before the final dual took place along with any defiant citizen and prisoner of the enemy kings, they were immeditedly impaled. Sometimes, even forests of impaled victims were raised after the takeover of a kingdom, with Dracul and Echidna eating in front of the impaled, dipping their bread in the blood of the dying.

Because of their taste for blood, gruesome rumors sprang around the two, such as the two being Vampires, a type of bloodthirsty Demon which Dracul knew about while he was in Lumiora, one of which was The Beast. One particularly noticeable rumor was that Echidna liked to bath in blood of young virgins in order to give her a skin a young, refreshing look. This was completely false though, because even though it was true that Echidna liked the smell and taste of blood on her like her husband, she would not think that blood, whether from a young virgin or not, would give her reptilian skin a refreshing look.

After completely taking over Tigris, the two monstrous dragons then set their sights on the rest of the world. They took over kingdom after kingdom, subjugating the fallen to their harsh rule, barbaric punishments, and cruel ways. They had taken over most of the known world within eight years. It was a bad time to not be a tiger, either of those two terrible dragons and their children during this time, as not being one meant you were subject to cruelty from the ruling race.

It was also during this time that Dracul and Echidna had sired a royal line, two daughters, whom grew old enough to know their father "personally", and three sons. The youngest of these siblings was named Raziel Tepes, and like his siblings possessed characteristics similar to both their mother and father. Raziel in particular, who had purple eyes and a purple chest/abdominals/groin, had his father's firebreath and all of its properties, including the poisonous gas. He has inherited his father's extremely sharp bone spikes and boneclaws, along with his father's extremely tough skin, thousands of tiny bones (including limited sizeshifting) and muscles (including huge strength). He also has his mother's extremely deadly poison via both biting and tailbarb.

Raziel was born around Dracul‘s 1,596th year of life. Around half a year after that, Dracul and Echidna began hearing news that a terrible Demon, one that is literally fast as a lightning bolt, uses lightning as its weapon, is huge and terrible, and is unstoppable, tearing a trail of blood and carnage in its wake through the various nations Reagen had taken over, especially being brutal to the tigers who were employed by Reagen. It had already went through dozens of nations when the news was heard and had already made its way to Tigris, destroying the nations all around Reagen. Nobody knows what Hellhole it came out of, but what they do know is that it was pissed off. This caused Dracul and Echidna to become alarmed, and both ordered to send Reagen's best straight towards the capital of Dracula. Dracul had told his soldiers to prepare for the worst, and that they may not make it out alive. He had a feeling that everything was going to come for an end.

Days later, the terrible sound of thunder was heard roaring through the countryside as Reagen's army stood to defend its capital, with forests of impaled victims standing besides the army. As Dracul and Echidna stood with their army, they saw a lightning bolt strike the ground in front of them, blinding everybody with a flash and deafening others with a huge crash of thunder. When Dracul was able to see again, he saw to his horror one of the few things he hoped not to see again: Thorim. The Blitzkrieg called out to Dracul, telling the draconic ruler that he knows who he is, the dragon who once went by the name Drago, and wishes revenge upon him. Since Dracul had specifically gotten past him and went into the portal to Cartina alive, Thorim's pride and credibility were shot down, and he had to take decades to get back in the favor of Lumiora's Demon Lords in order for them to open a portal out of Hell and into Cartina just so he could have his revenge against Drago, who is now known as Dracul. He is going to take out the nation of Reagen itself and its army.

Dracul tried to negotiate, asking Thorim to take him instead of his nation or army. Thorim refused the offer, saying Dracul had humiliated him and will regain his pride right now. Before Dracul could respond, the Demon already initiated his attack on Reagen's army. The battle was horrible. Thorim, using his powers to decimate thousands of Reagen's soldiers within several minutes, had also used his electrical powers to create a huge, explosive ball lightning that had reduced the palace, and everybody inside (including the royal line), to rubble, with the gigantic bolts coming from the explosion destroying parts of the city itself. Thorim then went into the city to take out the rest of its denizens. Dracul and Echidna, who were too stunned to move, watched as Thorim destroyed the city and killed all of its inhabitants within the hour, burning holes through the walls and destroying buildings with ball lightning. Thorim, who wanted to kill Dracul and Echidna but had intentionally left the two last, then stepped out of Dracula, which was now a burning wreck filled with blood, ruins, and corpses. What he saw was that both dragons wanted to go down fighting, with Dracul having taken his true form.

Seeing this with a wicked grin on his face, Thorim declared that he would fight them on their own level, expressing his desire to give them a slow, painful death, instead of a quick one like he gave the soldiers and capital. He beckoned them to come while unarmed, and they rushed towards him with their swords in hand. Although he no longer fought literally as fast as lightning, made himself solid and vulnerable to death (he's essentially pure Demonic electrity at full power) and turned off his sense of electrical sources, Thorim was still extremely fast, being much faster than Dracul and Echidna, and had himself protected by a close, electrical field, shocking the combatants whenever they struck him. He gave both of them a no-holds-barred-beatdown, severely injuring both of them, but in the end, with a bit of luck and a sneak attack from behind by Echidna, Dracul managed to plant all six of his bone claws into Thorim's metallic skull, getting electrocuted in the process but at the same time killing the Demon. Thorim, mortally wounded by Dracul's claws, glowed a Demonic red and was about to exploded into a fatal maelstrom of lightning, but some sort of energy field surrounded both Dracul and Echidna, who had both passed out as the lightning maelstrom begun.

As Dracul came to, severely injured but not close to death, he found Echidna, having came to a few seconds little earlier, wrapped around him in a protectful embrace, relieved that he was all right. The two then found Berzelt standing over them in the battlefield, which was completely reduced to a corpse-ridden wasteland. Berzelt, who had been watching the battle with Thorim, was impressed that they managed to kill off a Blitzkrieg, one of the fiercest lesser Demons in Hell. He was so impressed that he felt that both Typhon and Echidna should now join emperor Asmodeus' army in Hell, seeing that both of them are truly worthy of being his soldiers. Both of them told the supreme commander of Hell to go fuck himself. Disappointed that neither would join him, he then told them that instead of destroying them, he would simply capture them and hold them prisoner until enough time had passed for their exploits and legends to be regarded as nothing but myths, and then he quickly knocked both of them out with telekinese...

As thousands of years had passed, the legends of Echidna and the Black Scourge, including his various identities, did indeed turn into myths, but at the same time, the various nations of Cartina rebuilt themselves. One example of this is that Gauis, now united into a singular nation and a superpower in modern times, had taken over the nation of Natri, but then later on that region split into another nation, Northern Gauis, which separates a good portion of Tigris from Gauis at the western coast. Another example is that Tigrovu had been taken over by the wolves of Loupor, dissolving the nation and its links to Tigris completely and making Krosoun the northernmost nation now. As for Reagan and its empire, the nation itself dissolved back into much smaller nations, with Krosoun and Mottris gaining back its eastern and western borders respectively, and the empire shortly died afterwards, with the capital Dracula eventually being completely buried in the earth and forgotten.

Many nations changed in size and borders over time and even changed names. Example of these name changes include Louper being changed to Lupia, Krosoun being changed to Krostavia, Stilem being changed to Stalive, Virgi being changed to Bergen, Olonor being changed to Drewen, Kilpos being changed to Krasnia, and so on. Also, many races died out during these changes. Among the victims were the Dire Wolves, the Smilodons, the many varities of Mammoths, the Mastadons, the Woolly Rhinos, the Dregians, the Megatherium (20 feet tall, five-ton ground sloths) and several other races. The causes of this were various, ranging from plague to genocide from other races due to being associated with Dracul Tepes, but they all resulted in racial extinction. With Typhon and Echidna gone, the world's cultures, which are still violent to this day, and technology grew slowly but surely, culminating in the invention of advanced objects such as guns, automobiles, nuclear power, robots, and other such inventions that would've looked fantastical in the ancient world. However, by the time this has all happened, Berzelt's time for the Black Scourge to be regarded as a myth was just beginning to end...

Typhon' eyes suddenly snapped open, seeing nothing but darkness. The last thing he saw was Berzelt's fist coming towards him and Echidna. At the sound of her name in his head, he reached around for her but felt nothing but stone. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he saw that he was in a cave, sealed in by boulders, in the nation of Selenil within Tigris. Looking for Echidna within the cave but not seeing her anywhere, he presumed that Berzelt may have put her somewhere else, or that she's being stored somewhere, most likely in Hell. This filled him with a great feeling of depression. She was the love of his long, long life, and he's worried that he'll never be able to see her again.

After a few hours of being solemn, he took this sad feeling within and decided to get out of the cave. Removing the boulders, he went outside and looked around. Everything was seemingly as it was, but he knew that with Berzelt's words that a lot of time had passed and that Cartina had changed greatly. Retracting his bone spikes and his bone claws, making himself 14 feet, 10 inches tall, and less monstrous looking in the face, he wandered around the countryside, wondering what he will discover.

What Typhon did discover was that technology had advanced greatly, in both weapon design and otherwise. He had noticed that clothing had become more sophisticated, seeing people wearing things like denim, bonnets, tall hats, narrow brims, etc. Wanting to fit in, he learned the modern language of Tigris, learned the laws of Tigris, learned a bit (but not all) of the history that occurred between the destruction of Reagen and him waking up (such as the extinction of other races), and decided to trade in his ancient Reagean clothing, which got him a pretty penny from the dealer despite being ruined, and bought a pair of dark green denim jeans, some nice boots, and a red t-shirt with a light brown western cowboy-style coat. While he saw that swords were still the traditional weapon of choice, he discovered that guns, which he first encountered in Lumiora, had been developed, but shot metal only and were in their intermediate stages (percussion cap guns, Colt revolvers, Spencer Carbines, Civil War-style Gatling Gun etc.), and were nowhere near as effective nor deadly as their Demonic counterparts (including the metal shooting ones). He did learn to shoot them, favoring the revolver over other pistols, but he didn't bother in figuring out how to deal with them or use them to their full potential, as he was no longer interested in fighting wars or being in the military. Although he didn't show it, the destruction of Reagen and Dracula at the hands of Thorim had hit him hard. He and Echidna had watched this Blitzkrieg, a powerful Demonic warrior, take out the soldiers they trained, the empire he built, and the royal line he and Echidna had sired. After that, he was going to not do military battles nor assassinations for a while, but not go being a monster either, since he wants to see more of what had been invented during his absence.

Going under a shortened version of his real name and using an old name as a last name instead of a first name, Typh Drago, he decided to put his other skills besides fighting to use. Within eighteen years after waking up in the cave, hanged out at bars and taverns in cities within Selenil, earning money by outdrinking others in drinking contests, using his high tolerance of alcohol to outlast competitors. He also was able to control himself mostly during these times, even after having outlasted over a dozen competitors one after the other in one night using hard liquor as the beverage of choice. The only times he lost control was whenever a competitor or bar patron, too drunk and angry for their own good, got rowdy and picked a fight with him or with peaceful patrons, which resulted not in a mere beating but instead in a brutal beatdown. However, he did control himself enough so that there were no deaths on his account. The reason why Typh did not kill any of his opponents in these barfights was that one of the laws he had learned for Tigris was that killing people in fights that weren't in wars or military battles had to go with the tradition that would force him to put his life at the disposal of the family members of the people he killed. Since he was an outsider, the families would've most likely condemned him to death. Also, killing people in this manner was viewed as a heavy crime and make him a criminal who can be freely killed and raped with no questions asked. Him following these laws along with protecting the peaceful bar patrons, even of the non-tiger races, during these brawls made him quite popular with the ladies, even the tigresses, in the bar, despite the fact that any other race besides tigers were usually treated like shit in Selenil. Although females are usually reserved for the tiger kings and the most valorous soldiers due to the pack mentality of Tigris, the females Typh have fucked are being tight-lipped about their trysts with the dragon. Thus, the kings and soldiers never knew about the dragon's reputation as a lover. However, the females were surprised at the presence of the boxer's foreskin, since that was uncommon among reptillian species...

What ended these eighteen years of drinking contests in Selenil for Typh is that after a particularly brutal bar fight with a number of drunk and rowdy bar patrons, he was noticed by an orange tiger named Brutus Jarken, who was a prize fighter, former soldier and military boxing champion, and Selenil's boxing champ. Brutus was 12 feet, 5 inches tall and was had a very muscular body. His face was that of pugilist, having had a nose that was broken many times in fights, some missing teeth, a lip that was busted open many times during his career, and his left ear is permanently swollen, resembling a cauliflower. The champ, impressed with Typh's fighting abilities and toughness, wanted to train the dragon to be a boxer. Typh, who was already a superior boxer since the ancient days of Mu, decided to play along and see if he could learn anything new from Brutus' trainers.

What Typh found out soon was that modern boxing had a whole lot of differences from ancient boxing. Unlike ancient boxing, modern boxing had a ring, boxing gloves instead of bare-knuckles nor spiked straps, 12-15 rounds with time limits of usually three minutes, and other differences that made the two not the same. Despite these differences, the two forms of boxing had the same goal: use your fists to take out your opponent. After getting trained by Brutus and accustomed to the rules, Typh was ready to begin his career in modern boxing. Not surprisingly, he rose to the top at a very quick pace, with the majority of his opponents now sporting broken noses, broken teeth, permanent brain damage, retinal detachments, and/or other similar injuries, causing many of them to retire, building him a very fearsome reputation in the ring. These injuries were just from the speed and power of the dragon's punches, which Typh, who really didn't care for the competition, actually pulled in order to prevent killing any of his opponents in the ring. Soon after reaching the top, he took the no. 1 contender spot and faced off with the champ himself. Brutus intended to use his wits, footwork, and experience in the ring to try to beat the Dragon, who intended to not to not permanently injure or kill the champ. Within the first few seconds of the first round, Brutus could not save himself from a quick, bone-crunching punch to the solar plexis by Typh and he went down for the count, unable to get up for the ten count. Typh was declared winner by knockout, and was crowned as Selenil's boxing champion shortly after, and he began his reign, which he successfully defended the title against all contenders.

The reign of Typh Drago as champ lasted for many years, even against the race-intolerant eyes of the populace, until one day, he disappeared from the ring, never to return to Selenil's pro circuit, thereby vacating the title. Typh, so dissatisfied and bored with the competition, the rules, and the general lack of violence, had moved on to the more violent sports of bare-knuckle boxing, a form of boxing that fits more closely to the ancient style of boxing along with satisfying his penchant for violence more, and street fighting, which added even more to his satisfaction, especially when it was of the illegal, clandestine kind. Unlike the pro boxing circuit, he didn't just fight in Selenil, but also in nearby nations within Tigris, such as Stalive, Krostavia, Bergen, Tramis, and Drewen. In the both worlds, he became known for permanently injuring, but not killing, all of his opponents, even when he was fighting against multiple opponents at once when street-fighting, as he did not want his life to be decided by the families of any warriors he killed. Typh had a lot of lovers, all of which were tight-lipped about their trysts, in Tigris during this time, most notably a Dragoness in the capital of Krostavia whose daughter, tolerated by Krostavia's populace, would one day bear the blood of the Huxer dynasty.

Many decades later, Typh, as an undefeated specimen, had disappeared from both bare-knuckle boxing and illegal street-fighting, now moving on to the illegal, clandestine world of underground pit-fighting, which was mentioned to him by a fellow fighter. Pit-fighting, to Typh's satisfaction, was even more violent than bare-knuckle boxing and street fighting, the competitors were able to participate in deathmatches and be freely killed, with their deaths covered up by the promoters so the killers won't risking their lives to the families of the killed fighters, weapons were used more often, the fighting was closer to the gladiatorial combat arenas he fought within Mu and Lumiora, and had big sums of money for prizes. He had watched the battles as a spectator, using his prize money from his fighting days in order to watch, but after a few generations had passed, he decided to enter the ring as a pit-fighter.

He had changed his clothing to that of barefeet, a more modern looking pair of blue jeans, shirtless, and a black bandana over his head. He had also changed his height to 18 feet, 9 inches and was now going by the identity of Drake Harkonen, which also used his real last name. As Drake, he had traveled all over the world to the well-hidden pit-fighting arenas in towns and cities He had participated in every kind of illegal deathmatch tournaments the pit-fighting world threw at him, including weapon-fighting, street-fighting, bare-knuckle boxing, gunfighting, fighting in electrified cages, one-on-many, and other such kinds of illegal activity. Drake won every tournament, becoming known as an undefeated specimen who had brutally killed all of his opponents, leaving not a single one alive. Since his promoters covered up the deaths of the slain fighters especially in Tigris, none of the slain fighters' families in Tigris knew that Drake had brutally murdered their sons, daughters, fathers, or mothers in an illegal pitfight and thereby did not put his life at their disposal according to the laws of Tigris. Also, he could freely sizeshift, breath fire, and show his body's toughness and durability in front of the audience as some of the fighters had some unusual abilities, and the audience was made of really wealthy people who either kept to themselves in the cities or did not even live within the boundaries of the cities the arenas were in. He has never shown his true form though, nor his bone spikes and bone claws.

After seven years of reigning as pit-fighting champion, Drake was approached by an orange tiger while he was in a long hallway within the pit-fighting arena located deep in the heart of Krostavia's capital, hidden to nearly everyone in the city, even the royal Huxer family. The tiger introduced himself as Malcolm Gorton, a former general of Krostavia and former Carnivore, Krostavia's elite fighting force, who had left Krostavia's forces in order to live his life as a mercenary after having a bad disagreement with Richard Huxer, the father of prince William Huxer, that resulted in a bunch of Malcolm's Carnivores dying on the battlefield of Edium. He was dressed in black military gear with a black beret on his head, was 13 feet, 5 inches tall, had a perfect, extremely muscular body due to constantly working out and training, had yellow eyes that gave off an icy glare, and had a scar from a knife fight in his early youth that ran diagonally across the back of his left hand. He looked like he could easily take any king of Tigris in a dual, but he hadn't because he wasn't interested in having a kingdom.

Malcolm told Drake that after being an elite mercenary for over a decade, he intends to form his group of mercenaries/private military company called the Hellions, whom he intends to train to be the best mercenaries the world has ever seen and would be based in Krostavia. He had started his search for recruits in the pit-fighting world, looking for a master among the top fighters who will serve as his second-in-command and main enforcer. He had noticed that Drake's skills were supreme among the pit-fighters, even against fighters who wielded guns, and would like for him to join his team. Drake then asked what would be the alternative if he refused, and Malcolm produced a folder that contained pictures of all the fighters Drake had killed within the past few months along with evidence pointing all of their deaths to Drake. As Drake looked through this, Malcolm said that if Drake doesn't join the Hellions within 10 minutes, his associate Tony Whitaker, who was a former spook for Krostavia, will turn in a copy of this folder to the authorities, who will then hunt Drake down as a criminal and either kill him or put his life to the families of the people he has slain. Drake, knowing he was being blackmailed into doing this, gave Malcolm a fiery glare with his red eyes that would've made the blood of most men run cold, but Malcolm stood there calmly, showing no fear towards the giant.

Thinking it over for a bit, Drake gave the folder to Malcolm, asking him what kind of training he'll receive. Malcolm, having seen that Drake, who has an extremely muscular body and is supreme among warriors in hand-to-hand combat along with melee weapons, would train him in gunmanship, both in handling guns, and how to deal with foes armed with them, along with tactics in modern warfare. Drake stared down at Malcolm, asking how good he is with a firearm. Malcolm told him to stand beside him. As Drake did, Malcolm stared out into the distance for a moment, and then suddenly drew out a Luger P08 handgun within hundredths of second with both hands around it, firing off a couple of shots into the wall dozens of meters away on the other side of the long hallway. Malcolm asked Drake to come with him, walking down towards the wall which he shot. When they reached the wall, Malcolm pointed to a particular spot in the center. Drake looked and saw that was a small, square metal plate, just a few inches wide, taped on the wall. As Drake looked at the wall, he could see that Malcolm had fired off not two, but six shots, with two bullet holes even spaced from each other in the center of the plate, and each bullet hole having been hit by three bullets, within the span of what appeared to be two shots. Drake was very impressed, not knowing that a person armed with a gun could do that...

Within weeks of leaving the capital of Krostavia, Malcolm intending to train Drake into his greatest warrior, introduced the dragon to the Kariram, the massacring individual physical training for Krostavia's parachutists. Although Drake found this less brutal and more modern than his training was in Mu, he did find it enjoyable and was encouraged by Malcolm to train with it two times a day. To the ex-general's amazement, Drake was able to massacre himself four times a day, not even close to being tired as he had completed it the fourth time. Realizing the huge potential of this warrior, Malcolm had decided to train Drake even harder on a wider range every day, not realizing that he was increasing the already incredible strength and fighting potential of an ancient, terrible monster.

With the help of many of Krostavia's Carnivores, all of which had served under Malcolm during his time as general and are willing to help him train his protege despite not being a tiger, Malcolm began to train Drake in gunmanship. Knowing that Drake has limited experience with using guns and avoiding gunfire but really fast reaction times, Malcolm had taught Drake to be able to draw out guns just as fast, straight, accurate, and good as he is, and it actually took a time a lot shorter than he had expected, as Drake proved to naturally be a fast learner when it comes to any weapon, such as RPGs, rocket launchers, grenades, assault rifles, swords, axes, knives, handguns, etc. When it came to dealing with both single and multiple opponents armed with guns, not only did Malcolm teach Drake how to disarm a gun-wielding opponent with either Close-Quarters-Combat techniques both with weapons and with bare hands, or with gunshots from a variety of guns. Malcolm, well aware of small arms fire being incapable of piercing Drake's skin, used large caliber rounds (such as that of a heavy sniper rifle) on the dragon to encourage him in using these techniques. Drake, on the other hand, found this much to his disliking, hating the pain that comes from being hit with large caliber bullets and really hated it when Malcolm used armor-piercing rounds, which were able to pierce into both his skin and muscle. Thankfully, Malcolm never tried hitting Drake in the balls with such ammo or else he would've found out sooner than later about Drake's true identity and would've been brutalized as a result.

As for CQC, Malcolm, who was slower, and much weaker to Drake despite being able to handle himself on his own, taught the monster modern hand-to-hand techniques, which proved to be just as effective as the ancient techniques Drake so well preferred beforehand. This made Drake into a deadly hand-to-hand combatant that combined the ancient art of Pankration with modern martial arts, making a really effective unarmed fighting style. He also taught Drake, already a supreme fencer, modern fencing techniques, adding onto Drake's formidable fighting ability, and did the same with other edged weapons.

For military tactics and strategy, Malcolm taught Drake about modern warfare on the land, seas, and air. He found that Drake was comfortable even in the hardest problems the military techniques had to offer, knowing that this warrior was gifted for fighting as a modern-day soldier. After training and disciplining the giant in these techniques, Malcolm then trained him harshly in the modern-day techniques in Black Ops, assassination, survilalism, stealth, reconnaissance, and espionage. Like everything else beforehand, this combined with Drake's earlier knowledge of such techniques and made him into a deadlier foe than he was beforehand. Some of the training was obsolete, like learning the Carnivore's technique of how to fake death, since Drake already learned that when he was Drago in Luminora, but he went with it anyway. This training made Drake respect Malcolm and vice versa, the two fellow warriors becoming friends and brothers to each other despite being of different races and the fact that Malcolm had originally blackmailed Drake into joining him.

After his training was complete, Malcolm went to Krostavia's capital and asked King Richard if he could allow his protege, Drake Harkonen, to participate with Krostavia's mercenary units for a year, seeing that he had trained the giant himself. Richard, having always trusted his former general and having regretted the decision made Malcolm leave his forces, agreed to this, knowing Malcolm is right in having this dragon their side. Saying hi to a young 2 year old William on the way out, Malcolm left the capital, ready to deploy his protege to the battlefields.

Drake did not disappoint Malcolm. Within the year of fighting alongside Krostavia's mercenary units, which were not PMCs, and going under the Carnivores' motto "Give the enemy nothing, but take from them everything!", Drake was able to lead both soldiers and mercenaries to many victories in land and sea in battles all over the world, with Drake getting the highest number of rapes and kills in each battle along with showing bravery and valor. During these battles, Drake had shown the uncanny ability to be able to catch rockets, tank rounds, and RPGs launched in mid-flight, turn with the missile still in his hand, and then throw the missiles straight at their own launchers or other enemies in one smooth, continuous movement, having learned this ability on the battlefield of Edium. Due to Drake being the only one capable of such a move, Drake's fellow soldiers began calling it the "Harkonen Cannon".

He also has shown to be less gruesome than he was before in ancient times, but still is pretty brutal, as shown when he decapitated, and sometimes skinned, the heads of fallen enemies, and then threw them at their comrades with live grenades hidden within the skulls. He did show himself to be valorous, as he had not only rescued and protected fellow soldiers and mercenaries from enemy attacks, but also fought off entire divisions all by himself a few times, which enabled his fellow soldiers and mercenaries to complete their missions. Due to the Hellish carnage he often leaves on the battlefield, he received the name "Hellblazer", a name quite fitting for him.

Also during this time, Malcolm had recruited more soldiers to be part of the Hellions, including a 20 year old white liger named Draven Grunue, whose mother had long secretly fled from her pack in the nation of Selenil, wanting to live a better life in Krostavia. Draven was 15 feet, 4 inches tall, was really muscular from constantly working out, had no scars on his muscular body, had green eyes, and under Malcolm's training, had made himself a formidable combatant who was capable of beating most soldiers, and even kings, with the exception of Drake and Malcolm himself. He was also much faster than a normal soldier despite his weight and size, but could not match the speed of Malcolm nor Drake, including with guns. He did prove to be much stronger than Malcolm but not stronger than Drake, and was a formidable swordsman, being able to fight Malcolm to a draw but not surpass Drake.

Drake also had, at the request of Malcolm, a huge, 17 foot sword designed for him by Krostavia's swordmakers, although he forged the weapon himself using the formula for Muian alloy. Like Drake himself, the sword was a brutal weapon, its blade literally the color of blood and its hilt black as obsidian. It was very sharp and durable for its size, but also extremely heavy to a normal soldier as well. To Drake, it was weightless and he had used it deadly profincy. It was a sword literally made for him. Also, Drake had forged himself a 14-foot broadsword, designed after the one he had while serving in ancient Krosoun as Drago, which was able to split into two blades. He forged it out of Regean steel, whose formula, along with that for Muian alloy, he had kept tight-lipped about.

After having completed the year as part of Krostavia's mercenary forces, Drake returned to Malcolm and joined the Hellions, serving as second in command, helping in training the recruits. The mercenaries, outside of Krostavia's influence, fought in wars Krostavia was not fighting in, also avoiding any conflicts that would have them go against Krostavia, as Malcolm still had a deep love for his home country, knowing that big things are destined to come out of it someday. Besides fighting regular battles in wars, they did things to help like gather data for the enemies of clients in special recon missions, and helping out commando units and other special forces of their clients. They also took missions outside of wars, participating in things like assassinations, kidnappings, and espionage. It was also during such missions that Drake had shown that he was able to rip apart tanks much larger than himself like tissue paper, and being easily able to throw them one handed at the enemy, although he actually prefers two handed throws for more balence. The Hellions and the armies of their clients were amazed by this the first time this occurred, and knew that Drake truly is a monster on the battlefield and is their ultimate weapon. Malcolm himself had also shown this ability to a smaller degree, being able to throw tanks a few meters with both hands and has shown to be much faster than a normal soldier but is still slower than Drake but is still a match for him in gunspeed.

Draven also showed some potential in battle, being able to throw tanks with both hands much farther than Malcolm, and was able to also fight off an entire division by himself. However, Draven was known to disappear at times before some missions, claiming that he was visiting siblings in Selenil, all of which were sired by the king. Malcolm and Drake had no problem with this and were able to comfortably handle missions with the rest of the Hellions. Often times, after missions and were completed, Drake would share a female, either a rape victim, captured female, or a female member of the Hellions, with Draven as a show of friendship. Draven, already known in Tigris for having a huge cock, didn't mind Drake's penis being larger than his, as the dragon towered over him as Draven did to others. He was, however, intrigued that Drake had a foreskin despite being a dragon along with having a black penis. It was uncommon for reptiles to have those two features.

After being with the Hellions for the span of nine years, during which Draven grew to 17 feet, 9 inches tall, Malcolm and Drake had received a mission. This high-pay mission involves infiltrating a huge island nation, Wakusa, off the eastern coast of Gaius and assassinate one of the two ruling kings there, thereby stopping a civil war in the nation. The history behind Wakusa was that the island was originally a deserted island that was found centuries ago by Henry Wakouski, a tiger general from Bergen. Henry, who saw the potential for a settlement, founded and built a nation there, becoming its king and making the island the only tiger-ruled nation outside of Tigris. After about 367 years had passed, two rival males from Selenil, the twin tiger princes Drew Youji and Steve Youji, had decided to team up, leave Tigris, and challenge the current king, Henry VIII, to a dual for the kingdom. According to the traditional rules of combat, only one rival could challenge the king at a time. Steve was the one who fought Henry VIII, and after a fierce dual which left its winner with a nasty scar on the face, Steve won.

Now the king of Wakusa, Steve decided to share the kingdom with his brother, making Drew co-ruler of Wakusa. The two kept quiet during their reign together, with one of the few things known about them is that unlike Bergen, they treated the other races as shit and made tigers brutal and domineering towards them. After 11 years had passed, the twins, both still unmarried, fell into a dispute over a princess of Drewen that both had planned to marry as their queen, and this dispute soon blew up into an all-out civil war between the two brothers. The war had just started and the client, a tiger named Greg Nitom whom Malcolm had met and talked with, was one of the two king's advisors and had just recently lost his wife and child to the war. Greg had paid the Hellions with a king's ransom worth of money up front as half the money they'll receive for the mission, the other half they'll get upon completing the mission. With this in mind, the Hellions gladly took the job. Malcolm then took a look at a map of Wakusa that Greg had brought, which listed the two warring factions along with where the kings are located, and made a plan of assassinating the king on the west side of the island along with making the landing point an old, deserted complex on Wakusa's west coast that was being built when Henry VIII was king, but whose construction stopped after Drew and Steve took over. The area was chosen because the building had a dock on the rocky shore, making for an easy landing, and it was unguarded and abandoned, making for easy infiltration. They were going to Wakusa in a few days.

Just as they were about to depart to Wakusa, Malcolm had received greatly distressing news from Tony Whitaker. It seems that Krostavia was under attack by two armies, both being combined into one huge fighting force. One army was that of the N.W.O., short for New World Order, a group whose members are of several races that banded together in order to take on Tigris, and the other army were the Loup Garou, a band of terrorist wolves from the nation of Lupia, an enemy of Tigris. The two armies had combined in order to take out Krostavia, Tigris' most powerful nation, first and then the rest of the nations in Tigris. They have teamed up in order to invade Krostavia from the north east through the small village known as Winchester. The leader of this terrible force was Umbra, a huge, nearly 15 feet tall, vicious, black-coated wolf who was the pack leader of the Loup Garou and is considered the most dangerous man in all of Cartina. He was said to have descended from the mythical Fenrir, therfore being part Dire Wolf, and is known for being real crafty in combat.

Krostavia had already made some losses, and some huge victories over the N.W.O., and its capital is on the verge of invasion, with both enemy armies trying to get past the area of Winchester, which was near the northeast border between Krostavia and Lupia. Krostavia's general, supreme commander of Krostavia's army, war hero, and only prince, Gresian Huxer, is coming out to Winchester with both his force of Carnivores and Krostavia's army to meet the enemy. The great warrior prince, a huge orange tiger (that's part lion, but not enough to be considered a liger) armed with bone spikes, was a fearsome force on the battlefield, renowned for his famous victories, skills in tactics and combat, kills in wars and battlefields along with innovations in military tactics, technology, and military engineering. Accompanying him was Kiaru Miles, a younger tiger who was uniquely black-furred, was abnormally tall but lanky, and was an illegitimate son of William Huxer from Dina Miles, a black-furred forbidden tigress, thereby making him Gresian's halfsibling. These two were ready to fight Umbra's forces and protect Krostavia at all costs.

Malcolm, who loved his country very much, was now caught between having the Hellions come to Krostavia to protect the nation, or to go to Wakusa to fulfill the mission. After thinking it through for a dozen minutes, Malcolm decided to have just himself go to Winchester and help prince Gresian while the Hellions go to Wakusa and assassinate the two kings. Drake did not question Malcolm's decision, as he himself could lead the Hellions just as good as Malcolm. The two said farewell to each other, and Drake, with Draven and the rest of the Hellions under his command, headed to Wakusa while Malcolm headed to Krostavia.

Having reached the island's western coast on a stealth airplane (via a pilot Nitom hired), Drake and the rest of the Hellions, dressed in wetsuits with oxygen tanks, jumped out and parachuted, landing into the ocean a hundred meters away from the west coast. Putting on the oxygen tanks, having swam their way past surveillance underwater and avoiding land mines, Drake and the Hellions had reached the dock, where there were bags full of the Hellions' weapons, ammo, clothing, equipment, and maps of both Wakusa and the Western capital's palace, all of which were placed there by Greg. Climbing the ladder on the dock and reaching the bags hidden in some shrubbery, Drake and the Hellions have gotten out of their wetsuits and changed into their usual stealth gear. They then checked their weapons, ammo, and equipment to make sure everything was okay and ready, with Drake getting a hold of both maps, and then hid the bags, oxygen tanks, and wetsuits. Arming themselves with their SMGs, pistols, assault rifles, knives, grenades, and swords along with putting silencers on their guns, they checked the perimeter of the area to make sure it was secure. The majority of them entered the old, abandoned complex, leaving a few behind just in case something shows up, along with having a few more check the perimeter of the complex itself. They checked the rooms of the complex downstairs to make sure nobody was inhabiting them. As they did this and were heading near the center of the complex, they found a stairway. Wordlessly, Draven signaled that he was going to go upstairs and check for anything suspicious. Drake allowed him to go upstairs, but also sent four tigers to accompany him while the rest continued on.

Drake and his men, at the center of the complex, entered a huge, circular, spacious room, with a 10 meters radius, with nothing but the entrance and an exit along with a view of the second floor, whose ceiling is incomplete, providing a view of the third floor. Drake, leading the way, signaled five men to stay behind while the rest checked out the room. Drake, instead of ordering his men to go straight out into the room, signaled to his men to go forward using the perimeter so they could not be seen. With him and several men taking one side while the rest take the other, they headed towards the exit.

Just when they were about to reach the exit, two metal, handleless doors suddenly slid from the top of the doorways of the entrance and exit and slammed down, blocking any way out along with separating the men outside the entrance from Drake and the others. Within the next few seconds, Drake heard gunfire come from behind the sealed entrance and then saw a few grenades drop down on both sides of the room from above, all of them marked "WP." Realizing that those were White Phosphorous grenades, Drake, with just a split-second to react, quickly jumped high in the air just as the WP grenades went off, setting his men ablaze and covering them in the substance. Landing on the third floor, Drake looked down and grimaced, watching as his men, whom he had trained, ate, slept with (females sexually only), and watched each other's backs for years, scream and either roll or run around while they were being burnt alive at over 5000 degrees Fahrenheit (hotter than lava), and poisoned by the white phosphorous going into their lungs, skin, and eyes (he is immune to the fire but not immune to the poison). He then saw several tigers, covered in gas masks, black body suits, and armed with SMGS, appear from the second floor and gun down his men from above in order to finish off any survivors. As he continued looking on, he heard the commander of the men, who was armed with an assault rifle fitted with a grenade launcher at bottom, say that the Hellions had arrived as expected and that the ambush went exactly as planned, but Hellblazer isn't with the corpses, and they must get Hellblazer. They already got Draven and his men, so they shouldn't worry about them. After getting to Drake, the Hellions would be over...

Exiting the room and making his way through the third floor and going up to the roof while looking out for any guards on the way, Drake went to where the landing point was and saw that the men he left behind outside the complex along with the men that checked the complex's perimeter all dead and being dumped into a pile by six tigers. Four of them were facing the complex while two were facing the corpses, unzipping their pants and taking out their pink dicks to take a piss on the corpses. Filled with rage at what happened and the disgrace the enemy was giving to the corpses, Drake put his assault rifle by his side, letting it hang from his shoulder by the strap, pulled out his 14-foot long broadsword and split it into two, and then jumped down off the roof. He landed right between the four facing the building and the two pissing on the corpses, the impact causing all six to jump. Before they could turn around, Drake let out a slash with his left hand at the four tigers, decapitating two tigers on his right, and breathed fire on the backs of the other two, burning them alive. Hearing the two tigers behind them quickly zip their pants, he whipped one in the back with his tail, slashing open his back, severing his spine and killing him, and knocking him into the corpses he was pissing on, and simultaneously stabbed over his shoulder and behind himself with his right sword, sticking the blade into the back of the other tiger's head before he could turn around, instantly killing the tiger as the blade's end stabbed into the air as it came out of the tiger's face, blood pouring out of the wound.

Feeling the tiger go limp on his sword and turning around, he grabbed the corpse and pulled the blade out of the skull, letting it fall to the ground. Putting his blood-stained swords back into one blade and sheathing it, he then pulled out a sidearm, putting a silencer on it, and then a knife and entered back into the complex. What happened next was a series of stealthy close combat kills with either use of the hands and arms, use of the feet and legs, use of the knife, use of the tail, or some "accidental" deaths (such as pushing an enemy off a balcony) some silenced headshots with the pistol, some firefighting with SMGs, pistols, or assault rifle, the use of Drake's firebreath, and even some WP grenades Drake got from fallen enemies. Drake managed to kill a total of 58 men, with many of the kills on all three floors and the rest on both the rooftop and outside. He took the commander's assault rifle with him, knowing the grenade launcher would give him additional firepower.

Before he got off the premises of the complex, Drake saw a set of footprints that could only have been made by Draven. Following them, he found Draven's body outside the back of the building, shot with a high-powered rifle. The liger had a bullethole in his chest where the heart is, along with an exit wound from the back, and his eyes were still open. Closing the eyes of his comrade, Drake left the premises, with both the map of Wakusa and the western capital's palace in hand. He was going to make whichever king led those men pay dearly, even if it's the one who is in the east side of Wakusa.

Using the map, Drake silently went through the island on foot, avoiding the non-capital cities and avoiding any confrontation with the enemy if possible, but will get into a confrontation if necessary. Using his tracking skills, he had managed to avoid and kill a few scouts (which were reported as "killer undetermined" when they were found), avoid any patrols, avoid several civilians traveling to other cities on the island and were strangely unarmed and unguarded, and traveled to the western side's capital, Youji, which is near the border of the east side, all in the matter of a four days. At night, he stealthily traveled through the city and towards the palace unseen and unheard, he managed to hear a few conversations between civilians that confirmed a civil war isn't going on and that the two kings are ruling peacefully together.

Wondering what the Hell is going on, Drake made it to the palace, silently took down the guards at the entrance, and then climbed the sheer stone walls of the palace using just his extremly sharp claws. Being very silent, he climbed around the walls and towers using his hands and claws to pierce into the stone, avoiding any guards that were outside, and climbed inside an open window on the bottom of the highest tower. Seeing a huge, grand-looking, lake-sized bath, with the sides adjourned with many beautiful ancient statues, he immediately recognized that he was in the bathing room and looked at his map to see how where he was relative to the throne room. Seeing that the bathing room led only to the royal bedroom, which was a few rooms away from the throne room, he decided that this was the way to go.

As the dragon quickly went through the room without making a sound and neared the door, he heard some moaning and groaning, like some fucking was going on. Pulling out his silenced pistol and cracking open the door, he could see a expensive, king-size bed filled with lavish pillows and silk sheets. Besides the bed was a side table that had an ornate statue of a tiger fighting off a bear. On top of the bed was the sight of the back of an orange, black-haired Tigress on top of a tiger, moving her cunt, wet and slippery with her juices, up and down the male's pink, hard throbbing fuck muscle, both of their sex organs making squelching noises as they groaned in erotic ecstasy. His hands were on her tits, squeezing them and rubbing the erect nipples with his thumbs as she bounced on top of him. Opening the door and closing it behind him, Drake walked towards the couple, not making a sound. He felt his cock, which is rock hard even when flaccid, become slightly erect, making his black military pants, which looked already too tight for his crotch, bulge out even more. Ignoring this, he continued making his way from behind the female, who was beginning to thrust harder on the male's cock, bringing herself close to a climax. When he was just a few feet away, he suddenly lunged and grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth while pointing his gun into the face of the male. He felt her groan under his hand as she had just climaxed, her cunt clenching the male's cock as her sweet, tasty juices bathed it while spurted all out of it at the same time.

To Drake's surprise, the male was Greg, who was suddenly very pale at the sight of the dragon, but groaned due to her orgasm pleasing his cock. Ignoring the tigress's cries, which were now ones of fear mixed with pleasure from her still continuing climax, Drake, with a look of rage in his crimson eyes, asked what in the Hell Greg, a recent widower, was doing here fucking what is presumably a forbidden female, available only to the kings, in the royal bedroom of all places, why did the info he happened to eavesdrop from this city's citizens say there's isn't a civil war nor a conflict between the two kings, and more importantly, how did Wakusa's forces know that the Hellions were coming to the complex, which led to them getting wiped out. Greg, very nervous with the gun's silencer pushing into his forehead, confessed that he never had a wife nor child, that there really never was a civil war but there was a princess from Drewen the two brothers wanted as queen, and that he was sent by the twins in order to trick the Hellions into coming into the ambush. He said that he has no idea why the twins wanted the Hellions killed, but his reward for doing their bidding was to get the very palace they're in, with the princess, whose mouth Drake's hand is currently holding, becoming his slave when the brothers decided to look for other princesses. Drake then asked where the twins were, and Greg said that they were both in the palace of Wakouski, Wakusa's eastern capital.

Drake, moving the silencer of the gun to the base of Greg's erect, pink, juice-covered cock, asked if that was everything Greg knew. Greg repeatedly and frantically said yes, and having received that for an answer, pointed the gun straight at Greg's face and shot him between the eyes, the bullet causing the back of his head to burst into chunks, covering the pillows with blood, bone, and brain matter. The princess of Drewen screamed beneath Drake's hand as her lover's blood splattered onto her face. Drake, pulling her off of Greg's now flaccid cock, licked Greg's blood off her face and gagged her mouth with some bedcloth, and proceeded to rape her in both her cunt and tailhole, killing her from both slowly bleeding to death and having her internal organs smashed repeatedly into by his massive cock. Leaving the two bodies so that they could be found later on either by the staff or by the soldiers, Drake decided to go through the bathing room and go out the window, silently climbing down the palace walls and coming out of the palace as silently and stealthily as he came in, and then moved out of Youji. He was going to kill both of those kings for what they did to the Hellions.

After two more days of traveling on foot to Wakouski, Drake proceeded to move silently through the city at nighttime just as he did through Youji. This time, it was pouring rain, making everything cold, wet, and slippery. When he had reached the palace, which was built into the side of a mountain, he saw that it was more heavily guarded than the one Greg was in, with a dozen sentries standing outside the front door. Behind both the sentries and the entrance were two towers several feet apart, each three stories high. In both were two snipers in a lookout, protected from the rain by a roof. Thinking that every soldier within the palace must die, Drake carefully aimed his silenced pistol up at the left tower and quickly shot both of that tower's snipers in the head, taking all them out with a second, and quickly did the same to the right tower. He then holstered his pistol, took out a WP grenade, pulled the pin, counted a few times in order to minimize the time it would explode after reaching its destination, and threw it above the middle of the sentries, who realized too late what was thrown at them. The grenade exploded right above them, knocking the soldiers down and rained white phosphorus all over them, the white flames burning all of them to a black, charred crisp despite the rain. Many of them ran blindly and frantically while screaming in pain while others fell to the ground and rolled around, trying desperatly to put out the flames but only to eventually stop dead. With the sentries and snipers taken out, Drake ran and kicked down the front door, with his assault rifle and grenade launcher armed and fully loaded.

Drake blazed a Hellish path of death and destruction through the palace halls, quickly shooting down anyone who was caught in his sight. He explored every room, from the grand hall, to the dining room, to the dungeon, to the palace armory, etc. searching for a map of some sort that would help him navigate his way to the throne room. Finding his way to the war room on the third floor and taking out a squadron of soldiers, he finally found a detailed map of the palace. Seeing that he had missed a stairway near the palace armory, he backtracked through the carnage-laden halls and went up the stairway, making it up to the 4th floor. Killing around 78 soldiers on the floor, all of which seemed strangely to fight like a full-fledged member of the Hellions and armed with armor-piercing rounds and diamond-edged knives and swords, he soon found himself near the harem. Ignoring his lust for now, he went past the door to the forbidden females and saw the final stairway that lead up the throne room, unguarded. Going up it, he silently opened the door and saw a nice, elegant room, with the left and right walls decorated with beautiful paintings, each well over a century old, the ceiling having an extravagant, beautifully decorated chandelier in the center of the ceiling, and the floor having a huge, red carpet leading to and going up to a small, wide stairway at the end of the room and ending at the back. Beyond the end of the stairway were the twin kings sitting on their thrones, each made out of black marble, each armed with a broadsword and anti-material rifle at their side. As it turns out, the two were fraternal twins, both huge for tigers, which were normally 10 feet in height. The one on the left throne, Steve Youji, was a black tiger with a terrible, x-shaped scar on his face, and was 14 feet, 1 inch tall. The one on the right throne, Drew Youji, was an orange tiger who was 13 feet, 7 inches tall. The two were dressed in battle armor, their elegant capes spread around their thrones.

Drew started to aim his rifle at Drake, but the dragon, being much faster, aimed and fired his assault rifle in a three-round burst. The first shot pierced into the side of the barrel of Drew's gun, punching a hole in it and distorting it and making it useless, knocking the gun out of Drew's hands, hurting them as well. With deadly accuracy and precision, the second and third shots hit the now-useless gun in the same barrel of the gun, knocking it into the wall behind the twins, and Drake immediately had his rifle aimed at Steve. Steve immediately dropped his rifle, knowing that Drake would shoot him before he would get a chance to aim and shoot back. As Drake looked upon the two kings and went forward intending to get answers from them before finishing them off, he suddenly felt something tap his shoulder him turned around to face the barrel of an anti-material rifle aimed right between his eyes. To Drake's disbelief, the person holding the gun was none other than Draven, who isn't sporting the chest wound which supposedly hit his heart and killed him, and had snuck up on Hellblazer. Draven ordered the dragon to drop his weapons and move away from them. Having followed these orders, Drake, wondering how his fellow Hellion survived, asked for an explanation of everything from the two kings, including their motives behind the ambush, why Draven is with them and how is he still alive, etc. Steve, with an arrogant grin on his face, explained to the dragon that Draven had been with them for a long, long time. Grunue was actually the maiden name for Draven's mother, and he was an illegitimate son of the king of Selenin, thereby making him half-brothers with the twins. The twins, having heard of the Hellions as formidable warriors, had Draven join their ranks, get info on their training and fighting methods, and then send the info to them in Selenin, where they would return home and train the troops into the best soldiers the world had ever seen, using the soldiers to start an empire and take over the world, with Draven being offered the whole entire region of Tigris as payment. This would explain Draven's trips to Selenin, along with confirming that he didn't lie about them, but was not completely telling the truth, would explain Draven's motives besides the half-brothers aspect, and would also explain the skills of the elite troops Drake had fought.

Seeing that the twins had enough info from the Hellions, they were no longer useful to them and had to be eliminated, hence them sending Greg out to trick them into going out to an ambush. They also wanted to take out the Hellions in order to announce their deaths and show Wakusa's power to the world. As for Draven surviving his "death", all it took was some acting, a little wound makeup using actual gore, and actual blood (in order to stimulate the feel, smell, and taste) in order to fool Drake into thinking that Draven was killed. Drake responded that if Malcolm would've known this, he would've eliminated both of them and Draven for free. Drew scoffed, saying that Malcolm is no more, getting Drake's attention. Draven then explained that he had planted a car bomb on the vehicle Malcolm used in order to get to Winchester, and that it exploded 2/5 of the way, taking Malcolm with it. Steve then went onto say that the Loup Garou and the NWO should thank them for taking out the great Malcolm and his ferocious Hellions. It's a shame that they will have to eliminate them next. This deeply shocked Drake. Malcolm was his friend and mentor, and a great fighter who would honorably die for his country, yet in the end he got wasted by a car bomb by a lowly traitor, not to mention that his entire mercenary unit was wiped out shortly after. This was too much...

Drew then ordered Draven to take out Drake, but right when Draven pulled the trigger, Drake quickly moved to the side and grabbed it. The powerful bullet that fired and missed Drake flew straight at Steve but struck into Steve's gun, shattering it into pieces. Right when the shot occurred, Drake elbowed Draven in the gut, grabbed his arm, and twisted his body sideways, sending the liger forward onto the floor, getting the anti-material rifle away from him. Drake then quickly aimed, holding the gun properly, and shot at Drew, who had pulled out an SMG with armor-piercing rounds and was taking aim at Drake but did not fire in time. The shot hit Drew's gun, shattering the barrel and sending it flying out of Drew's hands. Drew grimaced in pain as some of the sharapnel penetrated into his legs and abdomen, drawing some blood out.

Seeing Draven get up, Drake then broke Draven's anti-rifle into pieces using his strength, his eyes giving off a fiery glare so horrifying that it stopped Draven from his standing up to his full height and the twins from getting off their seats. As the three looked on, they saw Drake's clothes tear apart as he suddenly grows bigger, his face growing more terrifying by the second, and seeing bone spikes and bone claws emerge out of his skin and knuckles. What they saw was Drake's true form, a nightmarish visage covered in deadly spikes, a monstrous face, a terrifying glare, and a huge height of 26 feet, 8 inches. They were all seeing the Black Scourge himself, Typhon, a monster thought to have only been a myth.

The monster walked towards them. Draven tried throwing a lightning-quick, whip-like strike with his tail into Drake's midsection, but Drake easily caught Draven's tasseled tail and wrenched it forward, the force turning Draven around and knocking him on his belly, his rear facing the dragon. Grabbing Draven's tail with his other hand, Drake turned clockwise with Draven's tail in hand, dragging Draven on the carpeted floor, and upon facing the twins, Drake let go of the tail with his hand in an upward position, throwing Draven right into the chandelier. The chandelier immediately broke under Draven's weight, but before it could hit the floor, Drake kicked Draven in the face, sending the chandelier flying into the stairway in front of the thrones, sending broken metal and glass everywhere nearby.

Drake glared up at the twins, who was standing up, their diamond-edged swords drawn. Drake then leapt forward, bypassing the whole stairway, and landed right in front of Drew and Steve. Drew tried diagonally slashing at Drake's stomach and exposed cock with his broadsword while his brother simultaneously tried a downward slash at Drake's chest. Drake, much faster than the two, moved his right arm so that Steve's blade would be caught on the spikes, and then twisted his arm, breaking the blade into pieces, and simultaneously caught Drew's hands with his right hand, preventing the sword from moving any further forward. Within a split second, Drake, in one smooth movement, then wrenched the sword from Drew's hands in a diagonal motion towards his left side, stabbed Steve into the midsection with the bonespikes covering his right arm, and then wrenched the arm to his right side in a upward movement, diagonally slashing open Steve's belly and simultaneously hitting Drew in the face with a backhand covered in bonespikes, but not with enough force to kill Drew.

Steve wailed out loud and hard, the pain being much worse than the pain he received from getting the X-shaped scar on his face or any other wound for that matter, and fell to his knees as his intestines fell to the floor while Drew, with holes in his face, was sent running into a wall, smashing his head on the stone and falling to the floor. Drake, with a sadistic look on his face, grabbed Steve with one hand on the upper part of his slash wound, digging his fingers into the flesh and pushing against the underside of the ribcage, and lifted him up so that Steve's guts, hanging out of the slash wound, were level with his head. Drake then opened his mouth and chomped into Steve's guts, tearing them up with his teeth. Steve was wracked with so much pain he couldn't even scream as Drake chewed into his guts, swallowing bits and pieces as blood and intestinal juices splattered all over Drake's face to his delight.

Drake then dropped Steve onto the ground, licking the tiger's blood and intestinal juices from his lips. Knowing that Steve was still alive and conscious but can't move and will die of blood loss, he then moved towards Drew, who was laying dazed on the floor. Drew's nose was crushed, a few teeth were broken and piercing through his lower lip, and some holes in the face from bonespikes were bleeding out. Drake grabbed Drew by the throat with his left hand and lifted him off the ground, and then thrust a small portion of his right hand fingers into the middle of Drew's chest, taking care not to pierce too deeply so he could avoid vital organs, and then moved his fingers quickly upward to the collarbone, splattering Drew's face with his own blood. Drake then watched Drew gasp in pain as his chest split open, revealing his beating heart, lungs, and other organs. Drake, taking a finger, poked several holes into Steve's lungs, causing the tiger to gasp for air as blood slowly filled into his lungs, in addition to crushing his liver, stomach, and spleen with a few "gentle" squeezes, internally rupturing the organs. Drake then threw Drew back first onto his brother to slowly suffocate. Steve, who was already nearly dead from blood loss, watched with fading vision his brother vainly gasp for air as both went into shock.

Drake then walked downstairs, heading towards Draven. Draven, who was all cut up, covered in glass, and had a smashed up face, was crawling towards the door with a broken tail and slashed up legs, leaving a crimson trail of blood. Drake grabbed the tail and yanked it towards him, dragging the giant liger towards him, and causing Draven to cry out in pain. Turning the liger over on his back, Drake then found a machine pistol, a Beretta M93R, in Draven's left hand pointed at his cock and balls. Just when Draven closed his finger on the trigger, Drake whipped it out his hand, breaking it as well, with his tail, causing the Beretta to fire into the walls as it flew onto the floor far away from Draven. Draven then tried to punch Drake with his right hand, but Drake punched back, and just before the two fists collided, Drake unleashed his bone claws. Draven screamed as he felt the claws pierce through the flesh of his right hand and arm along with Drake's punch simultaneously shattering the bones in his hand as well. Drake then twisted his arm to the right, causing his bone claws to tear right through Draven's flesh and bone, ripping right off Draven's arm the portion that the claws were stuck in. Draven screamed put as his arm gushed blood out while Drake retracted the bone claws, causing the portion of the arm to drop onto the floor.

Drake, still with a sadistic look on his face, then grabbed Draven by his pants and ripped them, along with Draven's boxer shorts, off with one hand, exposing the white liger's huge balls and shaft. With his index finger's cruel claw, he slashed open the ballsack of Draven, causing the liger to scream out as his huge balls spilled out onto the floor. Grabbing both balls with his hands, Drake then squeezed them with a force that would crush equally-sized balls of pure titanium steel alloy, causing them to explode in a messy combination of blood, seed, and gore. Draven wailed out loudly, unable to do anything to defend himself from this monster. Drake then grabbed the base of the flaccid, but still hard, shaft of Draven's pink cock and breathed fire on it. The liger wailed again as he felt the flames char his cock, melting the skin and tissue off. He also felt Drake cover his face with his hand so that the poisonous gas from the fire don't get into his eyes and lungs.

Drake then ripped off the burnt, still-flaming shaft of Draven, leaving a gaping hole in the liger's crotch, and threw it into the broken chandelier at the doorsteps. As Draven, racked in terrible pain, looked on, he saw to his horror Drake's gigantic shaft, over 9 feet long and over four feet wide, fully erect and throbbing with power. Drake, standing over the liger, said that although he does enjoy raping females, he sometimes rapes males for dominance, and now that he made Draven balless and emasculate, he might as well rape him to death like a bitch. He then pierced Draven's body with his huge cock through the hole where the genitals used to be, making the hole wider, and raped him to death, smashing his internal organs into mush with his shaft. When Drake had cummed, Draven was long dead, with Drake's penis having had pierced a hole in the bottom of the liger's throat. It spurted out a sickening mixture of blood and cum as Drake filled Draven's corpse up.

Pulling his cum-and-blood-covered shaft out of Draven's crotch hole, Drake picked up his weapons and left the room, leaving the three corpses of Draven, Steve, and Drew behind. Drake, still filled with lust, went into the harem of Steve and Drew, and raped to death all of the forbidden females, numbering 86, satisfying his lust. After that, Drake went out of the back of the palace and stealthily went out of the city without being seen by anybody. Back in his Hellblazer form but his bloodlust still not sated, he came up a plan to wipe the nation of Wakusa off the face of Cartina.

First, he had cut off the communication lines of the whole entire island, preventing anybody in the nation from communicating between cities or with the mainland. He then attacked and destroyed every military base, killing every soldier he came across and destroying the any vehicles other than the one he's using. The total amount of military he had killed during this amounted up to the size of several armies, making up an army group. Using the weapons from Wakusa's military, he then attacked and destroyed airport and seaport, preventing any citizen from leaving the island. The Navy tried attacking him in the seaports he was destroying, but like the military, their efforts were in vain. It was at this point that a survivor of one of these raids, a sailor named Don Domigo, had witnessed Drake, using his immense strength, hold back a huge warship from trying to ram into the seaport and crush Drake along with the rock below his feet underneath its steel. After seeing that, Don fled and deserted his men to Gauis, making him the only survivor of these raids.

Drake then went after the cities, where he at first raided the armories, adding to his huge cache of weapons. He then went around the perimeters of the cities, destroying any entrances that the citizens could use to escape. He then attacked the cities and started killing the citizens. This caused the police, wanting to protect the cities and their citizens, and criminals, wanting to protect their turfs, to join forces in an attempt to kill Drake, but all was in vain as he had also used the weapons from the military bases, the police and their armories, the cities' armories, and the criminals and their weapon caches, against all who dared to fight him. Drake did this one city at a time, leaving each city a pile of rubble. He also killed any military patrols and travelers on his way between the cities, leaving paths of carnage and. After taking out the cities with no survivors, he then scoured the entirety of the island in his military vehicle, taking out any survivors he came across, and tracking them down on foot at times when he has to go to area the military vehicle couldn't, leaving nobody alive on the huge island nation. The only people who had survived were Don, who had gone made from the experience and soon died in an insane asylum, and Drake, who had left just one ship intact in a destroyed seaport off the west coast of Wakusa.

Using this ship, Drake navigated his way out of the underwater mines and then went into the mainland, landing on the east coast of Gauis and destroying the seaport he landed in. He then wrecked havoc on the country and nearby nations, destroying several more cities, wiping out whole communities, populations and even small nations, adding immensely to his number of rapes and kills, and making the legend of Drake Harkonen really dark and terrifying. He also destroyed any bounty hunters, police force (both national and international) forces, and military forces of various sizes (freelance mercenaries and PMCs included) within the nations he traveled in, all of which decided to give up on him.

During those terrible times, he had learned what happened to Krostavia after the battle of Winchester. It seems that Krostavia had won the battle, taking out a few of Umbra's colonels in the process, Krostavia took the fight into Umbra's home land in Lupia. Gresian, with Kiaru at his side, and the Carnivores had fought off the rest of Umbra's army in a huge, bloody battle on a field near the Lupian capital of Tesa. This battle, appropriately named "The battle of Tesa", resulted in huge losses on both sides, yet Gresian managed to win the battle with Kiaru and just a platoon of Carnivores left. Using a Lupian tank taken from the enemy, they blew open the armored doors of the cave that Umbra was based in outside the capital and stormed in. After fighting his way up into the heart of the cave and avoiding many booby traps, some of which had taken down some Carnivores, Gresian had challenged Umbra to a traditional dual that would decide the outcome of the battle. After a hard fought battle, which left both combatants heavily wounded and tired, in a large, torch-lit cavern, Gresian had Umbra defeated and showed Umbra his reflection in his blade, a huge Zweihander. Umbra, showing no fear of death, grinned and laughed maniacally, disturbing the tigers and even the wolves that surrounded the two combatants. Just as Gresian's blade pierced deep into Umbra's heart, a powerful explosion had occurred from Umbra, who had activated a powerful microbomb that he would use just in case he would die and take his slayer out as well. The explosion took both him and Gresian out, splattering them into chunks of gore and shattering Gresian's Zweihander into several pieces. The surrounding soldiers from both factions, Kiaru included, found themselves covered in gore, blood, and bone matter, with some soldiers even having shards from Gresian's weapon stuck in them, some of which had died. Krostavia had won the battle and the war, but it was a bittersweet victory.

After the deaths of Umbra and Gresian were announced along with a victory for Krostavia, the nation then faced another huge shock. It seems that Umbra had prepared a plan to wreck havoc on Krostavia even after his death, and had planted double agents within the personal guard of William Huxer, each having undergone extensive surgery in order to look like exact doubles of the guards they're impersonating. After Umbra's death was announced, these double agents then killed the rest of the personal guard, and turned on William. In front of the king's eyes, the double agents had slowly tortured, raped, and killed William's wife. For William himself, they brutalized and castrated him, leaving him alive without heirs, a wife, his masculinity and the ability to have children. Finally, they all shot themselves in the head, having fulfilled Umbra's dark purposes. This made Krostavia's victory over the N.W.O. even more bittersweet, not really making it a victory at all despite the war ending.

After nine years, Drake decided to stop wrecking havoc. This was after he destroyed the city of Fury, a city within the upper portion of Gauis. Fury was a city full of criminals, where gangwars often erupted onto the streets, prostitution was legalized, drugs and weapons being sold on the streets, and the like. Unlike the other cities, this one was not going to be missed as much. Drake had destroyed it with enthusiasm, making himself feel like a slightly better man for erasing this cesspit of a town. It was then after that that he decided to become a mercenary, assassin, and terrorist. He had participated in political assassinations, terrorism (which had him going against counter-terrorism units), bombings of several kinds (such as bombing cars, hospitals, banks, etc.), kidnappings, mercenary missions, espionage, etc. Despite giving in to his darkness repeatedly, he had refused to go against Krostavia, because he still had hopes for the nation.

Seven years after the destruction of Fury, he had found out about a mysterious organization called the Assassin's Guild, which is named after the same guild that was part of the dark empire of Reagen, which is now regarded as myth rather than legend. The guild itself is more than 1000 years old in age, and thus had been carrying out assassinations for a long time. He joined the guild as an agent under the name Hellblazer, and committed more assassinations under their name. The assassinations did not target just innocents, but also criminals, other assassins, powerful figures that were corrupt, and the like. He felt like a slightly better man for assassinating scumbags like these, but was still monstrous like he was before. Like in ancient times before, he used his tracking skills to hunt down and assassinate specific targets when they were located out in the wilderness. He also still partook in mercenary work, making him a mercenary assassin rather than just an assassin.

Twelve years later, Drake had returned to Krostavia, in which he discreetly took the dog tag of Malcolm Gorton and visited the grave of his former mentor, and learned what had went on back in Tigris. It seems that after his castration and the loss of his family, William had become a cold and bitter despot, becoming addicted to drugs and other vices, along with ruling his kingdom with an iron fist. Despite losing his masculinity, he was able to successfully defend his crown from many rivals, but sometimes cheated in order to help him obtain victory due to losing much of his strength from the drugs and emasculation. The forbidden females were still forbidden to all but the best soldiers, but even the elite forces, along with the rest of the military, started to degrade like William, becoming weaker as time passes. Kiaru Miles had left this nation in disgust after being in it for 28 years after the Battle of Tesa, hoping to find a better nation. At this time, he had gained a lot of muscle and his bone spikes were fully developed a long time ago.

Within this time, a huge, fiery explosion with a thousand foot blast radius caused by an intercontinental ballistic missile carrying an extremely powerful thermobaric warhead (NOT a nuclear weapon) suddenly engulfed the capital of Bergen, destroying the royal palace along with destroying several blocks and killing off the entire royal family, who just had a newborn baby, a white ligeress with brunette hair, and were planning on wedding one of its princesses with Prince Gresian before the Battle of Tesa. Nobody knew where the bomb came from, but soon, it was detected that the bomb came from the nearby nation of Drewen. Drewen had denied firing the weapon, but soon, a missile silo a few miles away from some abandoned mines was found in Drewen that was capable of firing such a powerful weapon. Drewen still denied, saying that it did not even know of the missile silo's existence, but Bergen was still not believing and declared war on Drewen. Bergen and Drewen had fought a brutal war, with Bergen's generals, now without a leader, making sure that Drewen pays dearly.

Bergen had won the war, but it was not by the hands of its generals that Drewen's king Fabian lost his life to. It was instead by the hand of Mike Drozen, a young tiger who had left Krostavia five years ago in order to search for a kingdom of his own and decided to use the war to sneak into Drewen's palace and overtake king Fabian. Leaving Bergen alone, Mike then established his rule over Drewen, but due to being influenced by William's bitter reign over Krostavia, had turned the capital into a cesspit of vice, crime, and corruption, making it seem like another Fury. Also, Mike, having had no mate before entering Drewen, was going to make Fabian's wife Queen Nitesca as his mate and queen, but she had disappeared sometime shortly before Mike appeared, her whereabouts unknown.

The reigns of William and Mike over Krostavia and Drewen lasted for some time until they both ended at the hand of the same man. That man was Kiaru, who had gained a lot more muscle since he had left Krostavia. Having established a kingdom in the nation of Tramis and having taken over several kingdoms, including Bergen, in addition to some merc nations, as an empire, Kiaru, now known across the world as "The Dark Blitz" due to his lightning quick speed and enormous strength or just simply as "Legend", has first engaged Krostavia in a bitter war that ended in Krostavia's capital when the legendary emperor slew William in a bitter dual, thereby ending his reign 49 years since the Battle of Tesa. He then proceeded to make Krostavia a better place, making the forces of Krostavia strong and powerful again. Unfortunately, Kiaru's experiences since the Battle of Tesa, with the effects of what Umbra had done still being felt, had made the black tiger cold and bitter towards the other races, making the tigers under his reign treat them like shit like the other tiger-ruled nations. Also, he focused much less on tradition, only using it for traditional duals at times, and focused more on technology and making Krostavia's military more advanced like the rest of the nations he has conquered. Six years after his victory over Krostavia, Kiaru snuck into Drewen's palace and fought Mike in a traditional dual, whom Kiaru ruthlessly slew using his speed and strength. Kiaru then proceeded to turn the cities of Drewen into a better place, but still discriminating against the other races and more focused on technology.

It was shortly after Kiaru's victory that Drake had came to the capital of Drewen in order to fulfill some assassinations 55 years after the destruction of Wakusa and 27 years after the destruction of Bergen's capital. Here is where within committing a few assassinations, he would meet Maria Striker, a black tigress who was a former client of Drake, and Renee Howlitzer, a ligress, colonel, and biker chick who would convince him to make Drewen his own merc nation, but is going to be involved in something larger and deeper than he'd thought...