"Do you wish to take me as a slave? If so, then it would be more apt for you to kill me now."
Zenith's immediate response was a wild accusation, but one that could be understood.
Dragons were a rare commodity in the Heavenly World. The fact of the matter was that the cultures of a world where people aged so slowly wouldn't change nearly as rapidly. Those practices, where dragons and men alike were enslaved for others' pleasure, were still very prominent in certain regions of the world.
Damien was not a dragon. He was either a human or a creature disguised as one. Either way, he was from the outside world.
It was practically impossible for him to have pure intentions.
As someone who had lived so long, Zenith hardly believed in goodwill. Hell, even if it was goodwill, what could he even do with more life?
All he would gain was more years trapped in this dark and desolate place, wishing for everything but never achieving anything.
