Magnus had long been waiting for a chance. A chance where he could destroy the things in the Vernon House as he wished. In the first place he was the black dragon, known for loving destruction. His father strayed away from such emotion as he feared the idea of losing his humanity and loving the blood more than peacefulness. However that man he called his father couldn't lie for too long as whenever he fight, there will be that crude— satisfied— smile coming from his father's face.
The man enjoyed it. He enjoyed the idea of violence.
And so was Magnus who was born from a father trying to hold back his lust for blood and a mother who never shied away from such feelings.
He was far crazier— and uncontrollable.
It was finally his time for chaos.
"I'd like to kill you all," Magnus stated, "But I noticed that I can't. If I do such a thing gone is the chance for Estelle to kill the Saintess as she promised you."
