Chapter 126: Chapter 126
"Are you one of my servants… My memory… fuzzy still…" Jaldabaoth hissed.
Silence followed. "I am Olasird'arc, ruler of the frost dragons and future master of this mountain!" The dragon bellowed back, outraged by the suggestion he might be a servant, the sound of his coming picked up, the crashing became like rolling thunder over the sky of stone.
Jaldabaoth waited, his hand on his head, he waited for the prey to come to him.
When the frost dragon appeared, he towered over the demon, his scales a dirty icy shade, his wings on his back beat at the air to create a hurricane-like wind… and Jaldabaoth was unmoved.
"Yes… I remember… the depths… I came from the depths… I ruled this mountain until the Rune Scholar trapped me…" Jaldabaoth shook with wrath, "But now I am free!" He began to laugh, striking a melodramatic pose, his wings out and arms stretched out toward the stone above. "Free again! But… my army…?" His arms dropped down… "Where is my army…?"
Olasird'arc cocked his head, never having seen a demon before, he wasn't sure what they smelled like, looked like, or tasted like… but the creature under his eyes was clearly quite a bit larger than any other two legged figure he'd ever seen. And a vague memory of hearing demons being described as fiery beings stirred in his mind.
'If he says he's a demon, why argue with him? It's as good a label as any.' The frost dragon thought, it wouldn't matter anyway, 'I will crush it.'
"Father, what is it?" His children and wives had, driven by their own curiosity at the unfamiliar smell, come to see for themselves.
"I must find my army… they too were confined by the Great Sage… tell me… wyrm…" Jaldabaoth looked up at the frost dragon, "Have you seen my Armageddon Evil…? Bring it to me, and you can be my mount rather than my rug. It should be here somewhere in the depths..."
Olasird'arc was torn between curiosity and raw, unbridled fury. He reacted instinctively, raking out the claws of his foreleg toward the insect that had dared call him a mount. "Insect!" He roared, and Jaldabaoth turned into a shredded pile of burning stone.
Or should have.
Instead pain lanced up Olasird'arcs body when the hand of the demon caught him just beyond the base of the claw and squeezed.
"Impudent whelp!" Jaldabaoth roared, yanked forward, then bringing his other arm across his body, he swung it out as Olasird'arc was yanked forward, and kept his promise to Hejinmal.
He cracked the dragon across the jaw with the back of his hand and shattered the bone therein, sending the dragon toppling over with a thunderous crash into the stone.
Pain lanced through Olasird'arc's body as the burning hot stone hand struck his scales and shattered the bones they protected. His mates and children looked on in horror, they scrambled back with the instinctive fear of the strong. 'I have to get back up… hurt this thing… kill this overgrown bug!'
"I asked you a question, big blue wyrm. Where is my Armageddon Evil? And…" He looked around seemingly confused, "We are in a dwarven city, but where are the dwarves… where are their quagoa? I owe them both great pain." Jaldabaoth turned his back on the dragon, seemingly indifferent while the would-be ruler of dragonkind struggled to rise again.
Fearing what might happen if the demon went unanswered, one of the others spoke up, "Dwarves… they were driven off by the quagoa, we know nothing of the scholar or the sage…"
Jaldabaoth looked behind him, his face was fixed, but his eyes reflected curiosity, "The Rune Scholar, the inventor of that hateful magic, Runecraft. And the Great Sage… the first great caster… how can you be so… ignorant…?" It was an almost academic question, like a teacher baffled at the stupidity of a student.
"What 'year' is it?" Jaldabaoth demanded. "What about my enemy, the source of sages, the Kingdom of Nazarick… what about them?"
The dragons, as baffled as they were full of fear, traded expressions of confusion.
Jaldabaoth stared at them as if waiting for the fog of stupidity to lift.
Olasird'arc was on his feet then, and he told Jaldabaoth about it by way of a gust of frost breath towards the fiery demon.
Jaldabaoth whirled on the dragon as it came close. "Eh puh ent ool! I ah Oohliardak!" Olasird'arc shouted incomprehensibly thanks to his broken jaw which hung limp and useless.
To prove his boldness and strength, and by coincidence his foolishness, the towering frost dragon approached, his great height allowing him to look down on the flaming demon below as he hit the creature with everything he had.
Jaldabaoth however, did not linger. He shot forward faster than the dragon's eyes could see, his fist striking into Olasird'arc's leg at the knee and shattering it like glass.
The dragon howled despite the broken jaw as he toppled. "You're bigger than your power, wyrm." Jaldabaoth wasted no time, he stepped on the dragon's leg and walked over top of him, making his way under the horrified gaze of the would-be ruler of the dragon's family until he reached the tail.
He then grabbed it at the tip, and began to swing him about like a club.
Stones shattered, homes became rubble, the thundering noise from before became like that of a raging storm that would never stop, swinging the dragon around, back and forth, shattering Olasird'arc's face into splinters from the sheer force of it all.
Olasird'arc struggled and flailed with his limbs, but the force of the swing kept his entire body stretched out taut, the world of stone spun around him as he grew dizzy, his vision blurred as blow after blow against the rock broke more and more of his bones.
He lost sight in one eye as an outcropping corner caught it and tore the eyeball from its socket. It fell with a plop, his remaining eye caught sight of the blur as the demon stepped on it, popping the big organ like an overripe grape as the father and founder of his clan became a club to be used against them.
"You do make a good club…" Jaldabaoth remarked in passing, blue blood sprayed about, cast off like raindrops to stain the area around him, it was too much for the clan, and without his strength to compel their unity… his three mates and all their children were broken from their stupor and fled, leaving him to his fate.
Jaldabaoth, seemingly bored with the use of the dragon as a club, grabbed the tip of the tail with both hands, spun him around a few more times, and flung Olasird'arc toward the stone above. The dragon body proved to be quite enduring, and between his innate toughness and the force of the throw, he shattered the mountain open.
His broken body sailing far off into the distant night, Jaldabaoth stopped and looked into the great deep. "No! It can't be!" He bellowed out, "Why are the stars there?! Why?!"
The bellow carried off to be heard by the retreating dragon clan, and only when they were well out of sight and sound, did Demiurge pause his act as Jaldabaoth to congratulate himself. 'That will do… I'm sure my Lord will be pleased with my 'opening act'.'
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