"Hi, I'm looking for a Celestial and I was told he lives around this place."The man said with a forced smile, probably the blood feud between serpents and dragons at work.
Conan felt angered by such blatancy and glared at the man malevolently but he won't care to speak to a dragon anyway, he would just devour him, though he won't be satisfied since the dragon was quite weak and was on the brink of death.
He stretched his hand and beckoned on his sword— not to fight but to slice. But then he realized something else.
The celestial sword was created on the wedding of him and phiona. They created the sword with a tiny part of their soul force as an ingredient. For that reason, phiona was able to wield the sword and it was always kept with her because it makes her feel company whenever Conan isn't around.
But when she got erased, her soul also got erased, the sword was left incomplete and it also got destroyed.
Conan facepalmed, he had also lost his spatial ring on that miserable day, and he didn't even know how. It's the work of the prime celestial.
"Sorry old Lord, but do you know who this man is?"The dragon felt that the man ahead of him was immensely powerful and could kill him with a slap, so he decided to be respectful and showed him a portrait of a man with his hair in a high ponytail, a menacing serpentine left eye and a cute reflective obsidian right eye with a third slit eye on the forehead.
The painting conveys a motif, about the man's character, but the young dragon thinks of it as just an aesthetic piece of art.
He was even frightened by the odd movements of the odd-looking man who had extremely long and disheveled hair.
The dragon was a born immortal, he was strong but he was nothing but an ant compared to the sheer height of the man's presence.
Conan wiped his hair away from his overwhelmingly handsome face and looked at the blatant dragon, as his reflective obsidian eyes turned serpentine, he asked "Who does it look like?"
The dragon's flamy orange eyes lost almost all their flames, at that moment and his fiery blonde hair stood on its end. He rubbed the side of his head which has been hacked in a recent fight.
"That's my bad, I need your help, old celestial."The dragon disregarded his mistake and got straight to the point with respect.
The dragon was in a near-death state, his sturdy and sculpturesque 12 ft tall body was covered in red, strong overlapping sharp scales, but he came out mortally wounded anyway and his scales had almost lost all their flames.
He was bare-chested, showcasing his well-defined muscles and figure, he wore white trousers which he fastened with a golden armor belt that works in protecting his waist.
He was handsome, breathtaking even, he looked like someone with a brave and righteous heart.
After existence gave birth to the Planeverse— dimensional worlds of infinite landscapes, stacked on top of one another, neighboring the universe.
Existence gave birth to Life and living beings came forth as races. The serpents and dragons are part of the first to be created and they often fought for supremacy.
The first beings to be created were later known as the Antiquities.
The dragons and serpents' enmity grew and soon it became a blood feud, passed down from generation to generation —A war didn't break out though.
The dragons are righteous and the serpents are their nemesis— evil and ambitious. At least that's what they were known for.
...
He took the painting from the dragon who was sweating but didn't waver in front of him and said "You're still young, in your early 1500's I suppose? Why're you in this state? And why did you come through the Cloudrift? And most importantly why are you looking for me?" He said nonchalantly as he sat back, his aura now a bit amicable and his reflective eyes showed nothing but curiosity.
"It's a long story." The dragon chuckled awkwardly, he picked a wooden box from the floor and walked towards the celestial, and sat beside him.
"I love long stories, interesting ones."Conan focused intently on the picture, he split the paper into two and revealed another painting of a woman with a veil covering half of her face, donning a grand flowery dress, and sitting on a throne of flowers. He drew the portrait of flora in one of his meetings with her, so she stacked another paper on top of it to cover the drawing up and drew him on it saying, 'father mustn't see it.'
The dragon saw the painting and was surprised "Actually I'm not supposed to be this easily wounded, but she stabbed me with a poisonous flower, thus weakening me."
"Who?"Conan asked absentmindedly.
"Goddess Flora."
Conan looked at him blankly before bursting into a peal of boisterous laughter "Naughty girl! So unpredictable, I still remember when she stabbed me with an aphrodisiac flower... HaHaHa."
"Then? What happened after that?"The dragon asked with his eyes full of pure curiosity. The goddess of Flowers he knew was a cold woman who could create many deadly types of flowers with just a thought.
"After what?"Conan asked in confusion.
"After she... never mind." He stopped talking after he saw the threatening glare from the celestial. He wasn't ready to die without fulfilling the purpose of his visit.
"I'm not the one telling stories here."Conan sternly said, he wanted to kill the Dragon already, but his curiosity was greater than his hunger, it always was.
"Right."The wounded dragon affirmed "So, my name is DeMutt and my father, is the king of Dragonheim—a plane full of dragons and draconic beings. I went to Cloudenheim to gain attunement with Aether energy while also serving under the king of Angels." The dragon narrated solemnly.
"I didn't ask for your life story..."Conan complained, but he learned of the existence of the plane of Dragons— Dragonheim. If something like that exists, Doesn't that means that there is a plane exclusive for serpents and beings with serpentine bloodline as well?
But he was bored, a few seconds, into the story and he suddenly felt drowsy. He'd ponder about the plane later, but for now, he wants to hear something interesting, it doesn't matter if it was coming from a Dragon.
"Well, I thought an introduction would be better."The young Dragon, DeMutt also felt it wasn't that bad talking to a Serpent, perhaps it was because of how the Dragons were brought up, being fed with the fact that Serpents are evil and schemey beings. but he couldn't hide the fact that the celestial's serpentine eyes looked evil compared to the adorable obsidian eyes he currently wore.
"Well to summarize, I had an affair with an angel, a maid... And, we both hid it well, until she gave birth to—"DeMutt continued, however, he was cut short by Conan.
"—Your child, and the king of planes discovered as expected, he's not the God of Clouds without a purpose, he sees practically everything that happens in the cloudy plane. You're the one stupid like all Dragons are, daring, preposterous, or perhaps, love made you stupid."Conan said, boredom dripping from his tone.
DeMutt chuckled awkwardly at his predictable story and disregarded the disrespect for his race and continued "That explains it... I got rejected by my father because I broke the rules by copulating with a being of another race and weakening the dragon bloodline. The king of angels tried to kill me and the child. The angel, the mother of my child got imprisoned for the same reason, but I escaped through brute strength with our child of course, I got poisoned though."
Demutt looked at his wounds but despite them being fatal, his expression never changed and it was calm, as a proper dragon should be, never wavering, even in death.
Death's shadow is looming over him already, as the Goddess of Flower's poison can't be nullified, as long as she's still alive. It can only be nullified when the poisoned is stronger than the goddess herself—probably—but this particular dragon is too weak, he was just an immortal after all.
"While I was on the escape, I met a son of the king of Angels who had clairvoyance. He helped me get here and he also told me about you and that's why I came for your help."He finished his story with a strained smile and looked at Conan expectantly.
Conan sighed "Even for a dragon, you bit more than you can chew, but I don't blame you, we all make mistakes and we must be ready for the consequences, no matter how little it is "Conan patted the shoulder of the dragon on seeing the sadness in his eyes, the angel he had a baby with would be imprisoned for sure. Left to suffer the consequences of acting on her free will and tarnishing the angelic bloodline.
He never thought he'd pat a Dragon on the shoulder like a friend but he felt that this young Dragon and he were quite alike. Blinded by love and disregarded the consequences.
He wasn't known as the Dragon Butcher in those days for nothing.
"If you're seeking refuge from me, rest assured, they can't come here, your seed isn't worth it," Conan spoke to assure the dragon that he will help but the latter simply shook his head.
"I'm not here for refuge, I'm dead already. I brought my son here, so you can help me give him refuge... I beg of you."DeMutt looked at Conan with desperate and pleading draconic eyes.
Conan was left speechless and somehow irritated "Are you perhaps insane? You want me, a celestial to babysit your baby when I don't even have one?"Conan asked with cold fumes of anger exiting his nostrils and his left eye turned serpentine. before returning to normal.
DeMutt who saw this was terrified and apologized "I'm sorry, but please, I'm begging you of this."