The Enchantress and the Demon Dragon

History Lesson

In those days Gaia was one island inhabited by dragons of all kinds. Their society was flourishing and in harmony with the world. They were far superior to any creature. The other species that exist today had not yet reached their current awareness and civilization. They were almost considered as insects.

As is normal, dragons of the same species aggregated to organize themselves into separate groups and this is how today's subdivision of the various islands according to the type of dragon was created. The beating heart of civilization, however, resided on Corcra Island, where today the Academy is located. It is for this reason that all forms of magic are strengthened here.

And despite the great wisdom of these creatures, there was no lack of problems.

Envy often comes from deprivation and the need to feel part of a group, and it happened that a dragon was born without any ability to use magic. Her name was Dòchas, Hope.

Her parents seemed to be unable to have children, but then, when an egg finally hatched, the joy was great for them.

Dòchas felt that she was different from the beginning because of everyone's great concern for her ability. She didn't have many friends and loneliness affected her from the first hundred years of her life.

A dragon is immortal. It can be killed by violence or decide to join Gaia again when the millennia are too many for its conscience. So, after an eclipse of both suns, when there was a sudden death without a real cause, the council of elders reunited, and someone noticed that that same day was also the fulfillment of the first thousand years of Dòchas. It seemed silly but it was the only anomalous thing that ever happened and everyone needed a scapegoat.

The no-magician was interrogated, but apart from the fact that she was very solitary and lacking in magic, any other test on her couldn't bring her to blame for all those deaths.

Rumors began to spread that her birth was an omen of a future gradual loss of dragon magic.

The deaths continued to affect everyone indiscriminately; Dòchas' parents also died, finding herself completely alone and rejected by everyone.

The situation worsened when an increase in cases of infertility and a consequent decrease in the birth rate began to be discovered. Chaos and fear spread and their great wisdom in the face of the danger of extinction was worthless. Some desperate dragon captured Dòchas and wanted to execute her after a mass lynching. But the council of elders could not allow such barbarity, so they confined the unfortunate one to the Príosún mountains, the highest of all the earth, and an inhospitable terrain for everyone. Today that area is known as Dubh Island.

And it was then that the real decline began. The outcast had sympathized with a species never seen in all of Gaia: what are now called demons. Some theories say she even created them or they were formed by the darkness in her heart after all she had been through.

Créatúir dhubha, the black creatures attracted everyone's attention as soon as it was discovered about their prosperous settlement on the inhospitable plateau and their relationship with Dòchas. Their unusual magic also seemed to be very powerful. And they were the only non-dragons who knew how to use it.

Many opposed the outcast further, others took their inspiration from her by forming alliances and becoming closer to the people we know today by giving them knowledge and magic.

When the demons started attacking dragons and not-dragons, a hard feud raged and someone found a way to try to save the dragons from extinction: the small creatures that many guardians took over seemed to have a very high birth rate, even though their lifetime was much shorter. They also seemed to be predisposed to magic, even though it was not instinctual for them to use it.

So, they learned the ability to transfigure themselves into those creatures in order to have the same reproductive apparatus and carry on the lineage of dragons. Of course, it was more suitable for female dragons. For males, the result was usually death of the bearer. And so, they also learned the deception.

The war against the Créatúir Dhubha was hard and exhausting. They seemed to keep coming from nowhere and slaughtering as much as they could.

In order to have some truce, the council of elders decided to divide Gaia into islands as they are today. They hoped that water and distance would give them some respite and they did. But only for a short time.

A new wave of demons came to the new islands from underground. For years they had been digging a network of tunnels to the nearest islands. The Grey Islands, Liath, and Yellow, Buì, were soon burned to the ground and all their dragons exterminated. The Green and White Islands were also attacked, but they were well prepared for the eventuality. Gorm Island, on the other hand, was safe as long as it continued to be suspended in the sky. Thanks to the great magic of Purple Island, Corcra, however, the demons were never able to infiltrate.

The conflict lasted for years until the dragons almost completely disappeared. Meanwhile, new populations flourished until today. The war continues even though it seems a stable situation for many years.

***

Cathleen had listened carefully to every word of the demon but still had her doubts.

"It makes sense. But from what you say then, there shouldn't be any demon dragons. But you do exist. And Dòchas didn't have powers but it must have been biologically of a particular species, right?"

"Oh no. I'm not Dòchas' son. She's... I only saw her once and she was asleep. I don't know what element she would have dominated if she had any power. My mother is the high general I want you to kill to be free. She's a high-ranking succubus."

"Wait... So, a dragon embraced the cause of demons and mated with a succubus? Wasn't everyone against Dòchas? Didn't she have allies?"

"I don't know much about my conception. I think I'm the only dragon-demon in existence. I don't even know who my father is. I wouldn't be surprised if Calaois forced him to."

"Only one for the decay of dragons, perhaps? Did Dòchas ever have children?"

"Probably from infertility. As far as I know, the demon goddess never had any heirs. Without magic, she cannot transform into another being, and I doubt that any dragon would want to be with her."

The sorceress was so thoughtful that the demon could see the gears moving through her still red eyes.

"How old are you? And how long have you slept?"

"I can't answer that. I've never counted them. We don't celebrate our birthday on Doilér Island. And I don't know how much I slept."

"But when you were born, were the islands already separated?"

He nodded yes with his head and kept looking at her.

"What's your name?"

"I thought you were waiting to carry me to bed before you asked me."

"We're already there, I think. Cathleen Wynne. Sorceress and Soillse." She avoided the provocation.

"Ciaran. Dragon and demon warrior." He reached out to her with a fist. She was puzzled.

"I think you slept a lot. I don't think people use that kind of thing to say hello anymore." She still put her knuckles back on his knuckles. She'd read it somewhere during a history study.

He seemed embarrassed for a moment.

"If it's been that long, is it possible your mother's dead?"

Ciaran returned to his seat, staring at her annoyingly without saying a word. He untied her hair ribbon.

" Are you not going to kill me anymore?" He asked as he began to smooth the hair and admire the contrast between the black and white of those who were returning to normal.

"You said I can't. Here on this island, at least. And what's all this confidence? You're going to get all mischievous now? Answer me!"

The sorceress suddenly found herself lying on the bed with her arms stuck above her head. It all happened too fast and she was too surprised.

"What do you think..." she tried, distressed, but the demon blocked her with the weight of his body.

"...to do..." She was both fascinated and on alert. She could only stare at him with her eyes wide open as he approached her with an expression almost of feral lust; his bright grey human eyes suddenly turned black as he whispered in her ear with his demonic voice.

"You ask too many questions... Are you sure you're a Soillse?"

Cathleen shuddered with pleasure and then moaned. Her body relaxed beneath him and stretched out in a different way. Ciaran was satisfied. She was still a human with her weak points. And he was ready to use them. He continued lasciviously licking her neck and slipping his other hand under her gown to feel her up where he could. She wouldn't stop moaning and panting and shaking under him. He could feel the lust growing. He moved aside for a moment to admire his work: the expression of suffering desire on her face was fantastic.

He left her wrists giving her the opportunity to cling to him immediately. She was desperately trying to take off his ruined leather jacket and when she succeeded, she seemed to be dead if she could not touch every inch of the dragon's skin.

Ciaran was as taken as she was, after a long sleep, and he appreciated her attention and the magnificent woman beneath him. He even wanted to take off his trousers to start the real i*********e, but she did not stop with those warm and reassuring caresses. He still wanted to enjoy her expression but when he moved away, he found only anger and a hint of sadism and completely white hair between his fingers.

"Nigh"

A growl more than a spell.

The demon jumped like a cat out of bed screaming, his body covered with runes that gave off a pure white light. He rolled to the ground to try to take them off, desperate.

"You finally threw away the mask of the good guy and showed yourself for the scum you are!"

He was kicking on the floor and scratching it for the too much pain while she got up quickly to fetch some crystals that she placed all around him.

When the last stone was placed, she put her hands in front of her trying to concentrate.

"Do I look Soillse enough now? Ó áit go háit!"

A blue dome covered the man who seemed to be trying to turn into a dragon. Or maybe he was about to explode for the purification marks. Who could tell?

Cathleen watched him austerely as he just managed to give her one last look of anger and hatred, eyes in her eyes, before disappearing into the blue light.

The sorceress let herself fall to the ground exhausted and even quite aroused.

"I need another bath to get this s**t off me." She spoke to nothing and with a wave of her hand lifted the sheets into the air and they caught fire. She threw her dressing gown in the middle and headed for her private bathroom, absolutely disgusted.