The dragon’s scales are of the darkest bck, its eyes, of an amber resembling hellfire… Not in much dissimir to Biranal’s, in fact, although of a slightly clearer tone.

  Seemingly protectively, it stands with a paw beside Saendara as it stares threateningly toward Varzath and the others, baring fangs that are almost taller than Varzath himself.

  “Leave now, lest I lose my patience further!”

  Before Varzath can think of a way to remediate the situation, however, Saendara sighs in annoyance, tapping the dragon’s paw with the back of her hand, almost casually, and causing the creature to move it aside.

  “I’m perfectly capable of speaking for myself… And how many times must I warn thee in regards to threatening our guests?”

  The dragon growls, averting its eyes from Saendara, then steps aside, as its body begins to shrink, soon taking the form of a snder, yet muscur man of bck skin and hair.

  At this moment, the noise of many beating wings attracts Varzath’s gaze upward, in time to witness the descent of a dozen or so dragons through the gargantuan cave’s open ceiling as they soon nd around their small group... Unlike the bck dragon, however, their gleaming eyes seem to harbor a mix of curiosity, recognition, frustration, and pyfulness, rather than animosity.

  “He’ll never change,” one of them says, its booming voice exasperated sounding, “His hatred for anything other than our kind is stronger than even his love for you, My Queen.”

  The bck dragon, now as a humanoid, clenches his teeth as he points a finger toward the speaker, a green dragon much smaller than his own dragon form, and shouts, “Saendara may speak with me however she wants, but I wouldn’t push my luck I if were in your pce, Ievrig!”

  Ievrig, the green dragon, growls threateningly…

  “Enough!” Saendara shouts, her voice now booming throughout the cavern, “I will not have thee embarrassing thyselves before our guests! Stay and watch if thy must, but do not speak out of pce again!”

  The dragons lower their gazes, Ievrig going as far as to visibly cringe, and silence falls.

  “I apologize for their rudeness,” Saendara says, now addressing Varzath once more, as she releases an exasperated sigh, “If only this mountain was big enough to accommodate their egos… But please, don’t mind their presence, and speak thy wishes at once, Lord Varzath.”

  Varzath smiles tensely. In fact, he recognizes many of the dragons composing Saendara’s harem, having interacted with them during the past century, but he’d be lying if he said having all of their attention at once isn’t at least slightly nerve-racking. And the bck dragon, who even now still stares daggers in their direction from his pce beside Saendara, is someone Varzath never had the pleasure of meeting, and therefore, an unknown variable…

  “Thank you, Midy. In truth, I’m soon to depart on an important mission, perhaps my st, and I find myself concerned as to what might become of my kingdom in my absence…”

  Saendara frowns. “Was it not that thee held no desire for greater power? Has that changed?”

  Varzath shrugs. “Perhaps. As, duty calls for us all sooner or ter, doesn’t it?”

  The bck dragon snorts. “For a demon to speak of duty… Next, you’ll tell us you mean the good of your supposed kingdom.”

  Saendara throws him an exasperated gnce, then waves her hand toward Varzath, signaling for him to continue.

  Varzath clears his throat. “Don’t worry, I have no pns take advantage of Midy’s compassion. In fact, I didn’t come on my behalf, but in that of one of my retainers…”

  Varzath waves his hand toward a wide-eyed Biranal.

  “You may have met, or, at least, heard of one of her kind before.”

  Saendara shifts her gaze from Varzath to Biranal, inspecting the armored infernal dragon from head to boots, then sniffing the air once, before blinking.

  “And to think I did not recognize a Child of The Skies at first… Welcomed, Burned One, to our ir. Certainly, I’ve met others of thy kind before… Some of them have even taken residence with us for a while. But what has become of thy wings?! Thee don’t mean to say they were mutited?!”

  Under the sudden attention, and scrutiny, of a cave full of dragons, Biranal cringes, her eyes moving rapidly from dragon to dragon until at st they meet Varzath’s gaze, who nods encouragingly at her.

  “I… No, Midy, my wings were hidden by a spell… I’m able to summon them at will, but… Right now, they’re hurt from a fight I had… against Lord Varzath…” Biranal’s voice grows quieter and quieter during her expnation, until she seems to realize she might have said too much, turning a panicked gnce in Varzath’s direction, before adding, hastily, “A fight I started…! And also ended, of my own accord…!”

  Biranal’s blush is painfully obvious as Seandara brings a hand before her lips, giggling softly.

  “Midy is nothing but Lord Varzath’s pet name for me. Thou may call me simply as Saendara....”

  Varzath releases a sigh. “As you can see, when outside of battle, she’s but a child, even if she currently holds the position of the commander of my armies.”

  “And thou hoped that by meeting us, she’d learn what life in Hell failed to teach a young dragon,” Saendara completes, smiling.

  Varzath shrugs. “I thought you might enjoy each other’s company.”

  “She’s the companion of a devil,” the bck dragon interjects, amber eyes filled with suspicion and disgust, as he stares from Biranal to Varzath. “Who says we can trust her?”

  Saendara frowns. However, before she can speak, Biranal herself steps forward, seeming to overcome some of her shyness as she scowls in the dragon’s direction.

  “Before Lord Varzath found me… Before Lord Varzath found me, all I had known was war, torture, and death…!” Biranal says, her voice trembling slightly as it echoes across the cave, “Lord Varzath might not be perfect, but he’s the only one to have shown me kindness thus far… And I will not allow you to disrespect him further!”

  Varzath grimaces, as, far from backing down, Biranal’s opponent smiles mockingly and points a cwed finger in her direction. “What he did, youngling, was throw you enough crumbs to have you wish for more. He gave you a taste of kindness, so that you’d yearn for it, and then kept you starving, begging for more… All so that he could have the power of a dragon at his calling.”

  “…Take that back.”

  Varzath sighs. Noticing the glow of excitement in Saendara’s eyes as she continues to watch the growing tension, he knows it’d be pointless, and most likely contrary to his objectives, to interfere at this point.

  Well, he did expect something of the sort would happen eventually, since due Biranal’s draconic nature, she was more or less bound to csh against her brethren sooner or ter. Just, he had hoped it’d be ter rather than sooner, so he’d be safely tucked under the covers of his bed, resting for the day, when it finally happened.

  As…

  Under Biranal’s obvious threat, the bck dragon frowns. “I see you’ve been conditioned as a pet beyond salvation. But I advise against continuing on the path you currently walk… Your metal cloth will not save you from my cws, youngling.”

  “My armor is a symbol of my status,” Biranal murmurs coldly, all sembnce of shyness or fear having now disappeared from her voice, “As Lord Varzath’s General Commander. And, in respect to him, as well as Lady Seandara, I shall give you one more chance to apologize for the rudeness you’ve expressed thus far in his presence.”

  ‘Sonog, if you’d so kind as to…?’ Varzath sends the smaller demon, who, having remained quiet so far, steps forward and smiles knowingly, before waving his hand as he erects a Mana Shield around the both of them.

  ‘Make that a couple of times stronger. I assumed you’ve never witnessed a dragon fight before?’

  ‘Not from so close, Milord. What would you say our Biranal odds against him?’

  Varzath simply smiles as the bck dragon raises his eyebrow toward Biranal.

  “Hell would freeze sooner I apologize before a de-”

  He never had a chance to finish his sentence.

  Wind and treasure smash against Sonog and Varzath’s barrier before either of them can blink, soon accompanied by explosion after explosion of sound. Several of the dragons surrounding them quickly take flight, opening a rge space before the cave’s entrance which is soon consumed by flying debris, roars, and blood.

  Following their lead, Sonog is quick to cast a wind spell to accompany his barrier, taking them several dozen meters in the air and away from the worst of the fight.

  While staring below, the goat demon whistles softly.

  To call it a fight would be an understatement.

  Biranal and her opponent are forces of nature, breaking the very ground they step upon as they continue to csh, cws, teeth, and fists, nearly faster than Varzath is capable of following.

  Making true of his words, Biranal’s opponent seems to have no problems shredding through her armor with his cws, or teeth… Except, his own scaled skin doesn’t seem able to stop Biranal’s blows any more effectively than her armor stops his.

  “Ah, to be young again…”

  Both Varzath and Sonog stare up as Saendara descends through the wall of their barrier, as though it never existed to begin with, to nd between them, smiling toward the fight as a proud mother might toward her children.

  Visibly shocked, Sonog blinks, staring from the barrier to Saendara and back for several moments...

  “In truth, Monnir and I started as enemies,” she says, ignoring the scked-jawed demon somewhat pointedly, almost as if his presence is below her notice, as she gnces toward Varzath, jade eyes gleaming nostalgically, “I defeated him many times, only to spare his life out of pity… No, that’s a lie… I simply couldn’t bring myself to kill him, not when he continued to rise time and time again in challenge, despite knowing his chances of victory were null. I thought him foolish at first, but time taught me sympathy, and eventually, I realized the reason he’d not give, is that he simply could not… He’d rather shed his scales than his pride, and die rather than live in my shadow.”

  “Let me guess,” Varzath interjects, “One day, after you defeated him, instead of mocking his efforts, you cared for his wounds…”

  “By the Ancients, no!” Saendara ughs, looking almost offended by the suggestion, as she then steps near Varzath, whispering into his ear, “I chained him to a wall with my magic… Then I edged his cock, every day, until his pride shattered before my eyes, and he begged me for release… How long does thou think he resisted for?”

  Varzath shudders as Saendara steps back and smiles, almost coyly this time.

  “Now, don’t give me that look, Lord Varzath. I know it might sound cruel, but his foolish pride was a death sentence, and so I stripped him of it. And then I cared for his wounds, both physical and otherwise. Does thou now believe me a monster?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” Varzath assures, waving his hand dismissively. After all, he has seen what monsters look like, and Saendara is far from one. “However, you’ve successfully spiked my curiosity, Midy. For how long did Monnir manage to resist your advances?”

  Crossing her hands behind her back, Saendara smiles as she once more stares toward the fighting dragons below.

  “A century or so, if memory doesn’t fail me.”

  A CENTU-?!

  Varzath coughs, smiling tensely. “Truly commendable. I believe I might’ve sted about a day or two in simir circumstances, but I suppose not all of us are born equal.”

  Saendara smiles knowingly at him. “Don’t sell thyself short. I know worse circumstances have failed to break thy pride, Lord Varzath, and that, despite having a habit of pretending otherwise, no woman has been yet able to cause thy heart to waver.”

  Varzath shrugs. “We demons don’t possess such emotions, Midy.”

  “Is that so? Or were thee born in a world of such cruelty, thou never allowed thyself to feel?”

  A boom, much stronger than the rest, saves Varzath from having to answer, as he then realizes Biranal and Monnir have now shapeshifted into their true forms, while their fight has become by no means less violent in virtue of their increased size.

  Biranal’s bone-white dragon form, despite being nearly half the size of her opponent, continues to evade his cws and teeth while nding blow after blow of her own… But a single gnce reveals to Varzath that she won’t st much longer in this state.

  Saendara sighs, shaking her head. “For better or worse, Monnir is very used to fighting against other dragons. And his inexperienced opponent was already tired and wounded, to begin with… It won’t be long now. As I sensed great strength from thy retainer, I thought she might be able to put Monnir in his pce in my stead… But it seems I underestimated him yet again.”

  Both dragons’ scales glister with blood, and for every hit she takes, Biranal seems to nd three of her own… But it doesn’t seem to be enough. Although they’re both panting, Biranal’s movements are clearly growing slower at a faster pace…

  Suddenly, Monnir lunges forward, his enormous bck body becoming nothing but a blur as it smashes against Biranal’s, sending them both to crash against a mountain of coins.

  Holding his open jaw against her neck, and a paw atop her chest, Monnir growls threateningly, until Biranal freezes in pce.

  “Yield!” he shouts.

  Stepping forward, and therefore out of their bubble, Saendara glides down toward the great beasts below.

  “That’s enough, Monnir; She’s but a child, and thou have made thy point.”

  Monnir growls again, as Biranal remains still under his grasp, saying nothing.

  “Yield,” the bck dragon repeats trhough a growl, his decrease in tone, as well as his now somewhat hazy amber eyes, denouncing his tiredness.

  “She’ll do no such thing,” Saendara interjects again, exasperatedly, as she nds before the two, “Even thou should understand as much from thy fight. Nevertheless, if thee still needs convincing, know that she walked into our ir uninvited, of her own accord.”

  Monnir’s eyes shift from Biranal to Saendara, then back.

  “She walked… All of the way up to you…?” he asks, now tired, yet surprised sounding.

  “Indeed. It reminded me of a certain stubborn fool, who once upon a time thought himself worthy of challenging Saendara, The Scorching Sun, She Who Rules Over Dragonkind, for her right of rulership… The only one to have ever done so and lived to tell the tale.”

  Monnir ughs, tiredly, as he slowly steps back, releasing Biranal, then almost immediately reassuming his humanoid form... Now once more a man, he stumbles, and Saendara steps forward in order to prop him, and keep him from falling.

  At this point, Sonog has brought them back down, and Varzath walks toward Biranal’s slightly trembling dragon form while ignoring their audience. Meeting the dragon’s rge ruby eyes as he approaches her, he shakes his head and sighs exasperatedly.

  “Idiot, did I not warn you not to challenge them for a fight?”

  Her gaze being hazed by pain and shame, Biranal averts it from Varzath, moving her head as though attempting to hide herself from him.

  It seems she’s no longer able to sustain her transformation, however, as she soon begins to shrink, eventually returning to her usual humanoid form while kneeling naked before Varzath, gaze downcast and shoulders trembling slightly.

  Biranal skin is covered by bruises and cuts, even if Varzath already spots the smallest of them beginning to close at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, still being too tired to cover her body with his magic in its entirety, at least for more than a few seconds, Varzath simply removes his shirt instead, dropping it atop the trembling, naked dragon’s head.

  As Biranal stares at the piece of cloth with shock, Varzath sighs.

  “Don’t expect me to also give you my pants, when you’ve challenged somebody in the name of my honor and lost.”

  “I… My Lord, I…”

  Seeing as Biranal seems about to begin crying, Varzath facepalms, then grimaces, before saying loudly, “You idiot dragon! How shall I show my face outside from now on?! Varzath’s pet dragon has a mouth bigger than her fangs… And what does that say about her master?! Does he also have a mouth bigger than his cock?! Is that why nobody has seen it in so long…?! You see, thanks to you, they all think I have a small cock now!”

  As his voice echoes throughout their surroundings, Varzath waves his hand toward their draconic audience, whose eyes widen almost comically in virtue of his words, before pointing a finger in the bck dragon’s direction, whose current state seems only slightly better than that of Biranal’s.

  “And you! I hereby challenge you for a duel! Come at me if you dare!”

  Summoning a sword of shadows – which is still about all he can manage with his magic at the moment – Varzath points it toward Monnir.

  Shocked looking, the bck dragon in humanoid form takes a long moment to answer, before shaking his head sardonically. “Allow me to recover from my wounds, and I’ll gdly answer to your challenge in kind, devil.”

  Immediately unsummoning his sword, Varzath snorts loudly, then shrugs. “I see you’re dragon enough to beat up children, but not to accept a challenge from a real opponent. No matter, your excuses are more than telling of how our fight would have ended.”

  “What…!?”

  Looking as though he might charge Varzath in spite of his wounds, Monnir steps forward, only to find himself interrupted by Saendara’s ringing ughter, who looks as though she couldn’t hold herself any longer.

  Now as the center of the attention herself, Saendara ughs for a long moment, going as far as to double over, before wiping a single tear as she finally seems to calm herself somewhat.

  “Ah, I needed that… Thee truly does not possess a single ounce of shame in thine entire body…” Saendara murmurs, panting slightly, as Varzath produces a short bow in her direction.

  Then, shifting his eyes toward Monnir once more as he straightens himself, Varzath meets the dragon’s eyes daringly. “I’m sorry, friend, but my previous challenge was but a small joke… However, if you truly wish to prove yourself as superior beyond all doubt, I propose a challenge more befitting of my skills; We shall both y with your Queen on differing occasions, and the one who brings her to climax the greatest number of times shall be crowned the winner, gaining the right to give the loser a single order they cannot disobey.”

  “He refuses,” Saendara cuts in firmly, even as her expression still showcases a small smile and slightly reddened cheeks.

  “Does the almighty dragon not speak for himself?”

  “He refuses,” Saendara repeats, maintaining her smile in pce even as she gives a still slightly open-mouthed Monnir a gnce filled with uncounseled love, before continuing, “He refuses because I command him so. I shall not allow the use of my body as some sort of toy for thy wager; Furthermore, Lord Varzath is known for having won countless such wagers in the past, and although Monnir is far from an unsatisfying lover, he is a stranger to the idea of using sex as a weapon, and I’d hardly consider it fair to have him face a master of doing as much as his first challenge.”

  Varzath clicks his tongue, releasing a frustrated sigh as he pretends an exasperated expression. “Midy Saendara, how shall I earn a living as a demon if thou exposes all of my tricks and schemes?”

  “I’d say thou is doing more than fine for thyself as a demon already, Lord Varzath,” Saendara counters, snorting.

  Varzath shrugs. “Perhaps. However, on a separate note, I couldn’t help but notice Midy seemed rather willing to allow my retainer, who has seldom met others of her kind before, to challenge a very experienced dragon, while then stopping said dragon from making the same mistake not ten minutes ter… Please forgive my confusion regarding Midy’s actions. Have I done something to deserve Midy Saendara’s wrath?”

  Saendara stops, opens her mouth, then closes it again, frowning as she then shifts her gaze from Varzath to Biranal, who, having covered herself with his shirt, now watches their exchange with slightly widened eyes.

  After a moment of silence, Saendara sighs exasperatedly. “Fine, thee maniputive bastard, I yield! Thou don’t need to go as far as to poison the child against me… We seldom receive new visitors in valley, after all.”

  “My Queen-” Monnir starts, only to immediately find himself interrupted by a stern gaze from Saendara.

  “That’s enough, Monnir. As for thee, Lord Varzath, I shall concede to thy requests, elusive as they were… Why can’t thou simply speak thy wishes at once?!” Saendara excims frustratedly, shaking her head in exasperation.

  He tried…

  However, rather than pointing out Monnir interrupted him not once, but twice, Varzath simply smiles as though this was his pn all along, instead of the simple short trip he meant as an introduction for Biranal to her brethren before finishing his day he had now meant to do for a while.

  “…In such a case, I’m eternally grateful, Midy Saendara.”

  “As thou have alluded to concern regarding thy realm, I shall protect it from harm in thy absence, but for no more than the next century. And as for thy retainer, naturally, she’ll be allowed in the valley from now on, or within the mountain, if she so wishes. I can’t promise the others won’t bother her… But I believe she has more than proven capable of standing up for herself already, isn’t that right, Monnir?”

  Monnir shifts his eyes from Saendara to Biranal, his gaze now a far cry from the mocking stare he wore during their previous interactions.

  Of course, Varzath is not stupid enough to point out he never meant to ask for protection. In fact, although he is aware Saendara has many kingdoms and Pnes under her wing, he’s somewhat shocked she was willing to take in a demon’s Domain, bowing in order to hide his expression.

  “Midy Saendara’s kindness truly knows no bounds.”

  Saendara waves her hand in dismissal. “After this whole disaster, I’m sure thee wishes to return for now, and we both have dragons to care for.”

  As he straightens himself once more, Varzath smiles coyly. “About the matter of returning…”

  Saendara raises an eyebrow, and Varzath clears his throat softly.

  “Thou truly are shameless. Were thou not pretending thee were about to go back on your own not ten minutes prior?”

  Varzath simply smiles, then sighs. “Unfortunately, as we did not pn on staying so long, our portal is sure to have fizzled out by now…”

  In virtue of his answer, Saendara’s jade eyes gleam mischievously. “I see. And since thou now have no choice but to rely on my powers to return, it’d be rather cruel on my part to send thy retainers back and leave thee to fend for thyself within the valley without thy magic, now, wouldn’t it?”

  Varzath’s smile freezes. Of course she’d have noticed… But certainly, she wouldn’t…?

  “Naturally, I wouldn’t allow thee to simply perish… I figure thou would be rescued sooner rather than ter, regardless. But were I to close the valley from external access for, let us say, a week or two, I wager we’d have more than enough time to see how many of my harem’s members Lord Varzath is able to beat on his famous game…”

  Varzath doesn’t doubt Saendara could deliver on her threats, even if they’d mean protecting the entire valley against teleportation magic for weeks on end, and as such, he smiles tensely as she steps forward, jade eyes gleaming predatorily, and approaches until she’s close enough to touch his chest, whispering, “Lord Varzath, does thy truly believe I wouldn’t notice a portal to Hell being opened and closed within my valley? Thy games and thy petty lies…I can’t help but wonder if thee believes me a fool…”

  As Saendara slowly drags her fingers across his naked chest, clearly unbothered by the fact they still have an audience, Varzath curses silently. Notwithstanding the fact she was supposedly sleeping at the time of their arrival, he has no doubt she must’ve at least noticed there was never a portal from the moment they entered her chamber, and therefore that they’d most likely eventually need her help to leave.

  How much of this she pnned, he cannot be sure, but it is clear she decided she’d have him, one way or another, at some point during their conversation.

  Sighing sadly, Varzath grabs Saendara’s hand as it is about to reach his pants, bringing her eyes to rest against his once more.

  “Midy Saendara’s ‘offer’ is certainly tempting; However, I find myself pressed for time as it is… Spending an entire week here would be disastrous for my pns…”

  “Thy mysterious mission… But of course. However, who said anything about an offer?”

  Oh my… It seems he has greatly underestimated the dragon’s appetite.

  “Midy Saendara, please be reasonable… Why not find a compromise? I shall do as Midy says, for so long it doesn’t take so much time…”

  Saendara falls silent for a moment, then sighs, removing her hand from his completely as she steps back once. “Very well. But thou must promise me to return at least once, with time, before leaving for thy mission. That much is non-negotiable.”

  Containing his relief from showing, Varzath smiles at her while bowing, grabbing her hand, and pcing a soft kiss atop it.

  “…Certainly. Midy has my word I’ll find the time to return. After all, warming Midy’s bed is far from a sacrifice…”

  Saendara snorts. “Don’t thank me yet. Take off thy pants and raise thy arms.”

  Varzath blinks as a look into Saendara’s eyes reveals she is indeed dead serious, and he doesn’t dare more than a moment of hesitation before obeying.

  Although Varzath has no problems showcasing his body during normal circumstances, being forced to do so is a different matter entirely, and his member is already standing to attention by the time his pants have reached the ground.

  At this point, he can only hope she won’t force him to grovel in the presence of her entire harem or something equally degrading…

  “I see memory did not exaggerate matters, in this case,” Saendara murmurs, somewhat hoarsely, as her gaze leaves a burning trail against his skin. “I wonder, were our situations reversed, would thee simply simply allow thy prey to leave without being made to grovel before thy court…?”

  Varzath nearly curses out loud. While he has no doubt Saendara’s magic is capable of things beyond his imagination, even while weakened, he’s still a Demon Lord from Hell who somewhat specializes in Mind Magic, while Saendara is in contrast famous for her Fire Magic; He has trouble believing she’d be able to read his thoughts while remaining completely unnoticed, which means she must’ve simply guessed them accurately.

  Varzath is already preparing himself to bend his knee when Saendara ughs, shoving him back, and onto his ass, as she then steps softly against his chest, allowing him to remain propped against his elbows while staring up at her mischievous expression, but not to rise again.

  Noticing an obvious simirity to how Biranal ended their fight a couple of hours prior, Varzath can’t help but wonder if he has been surrounding himself with a couple too many violence-prone dragon dies tely…

  “By any chance, Lord Varzath’s portal wouldn’t happen to have moved locations since I st visited?” Saendara asks, somewhat rhetorically, as a ball of golden fire manifests itself above her open palm.

  “…I believe my protal room remains stationary, Midy.”

  Saendara grins wildly, bending over and approaching her expression from his as she whispers, “Don’t make me wait for long… And I trust I don’t have to expin what would happen were thou to break thy promise…?”

  As she straightens herself, Saendara waves her hand, having her fire jump forward as it moves in a rge circle encompassing Biranal, Sonog, and Varzath, rapidly drawing runes as it does so, almost as if possessing a life of its own.

  The runes made of golden fire shine with power, and no more than a couple of seconds have passed before they already cause the air around them to hum softly in response.

  Staring up at Saendara for one st time as she steps back, removing herself from the circle, Varzath finds his eyes attracted toward her standing nipples, and slightly wet sex…

  And as the world fades out of focus, he can’t deny a part of him hoped she’d take him right there and then, humiliation py or not…

  JBDantas

  Additional Info: Many more dragons beyond Saendare's harem live in the valley, or inside the mountain itself. Not all of them are friendly, but Saendara maintains the peace more or less by virtue of being the strongest, and, more often than not, the smartest.

  Additional Info II: Didn't find an easy way to mention this during the chapter, so here it goes... As you may have noticed, Biranal has white skin and bck hair, while Saendara and Monnir have matching hair and skin; The reason for such a difference is that Biranal possesses white scales, but bck horns, while Saendara, for example, possess golden scales, and horns of a slightly darker shade of gold (don't ask me why their horns become hair when they transform). Additionally, their skin, while in humanoid form, is still scaled, though one won't notice as much without very close scrutiny (wink).

  Additional Info III: The Ancients, whom Saendara briefly mentions, sort of jokingly, during the chapter, are a group of creatures more or less understood as Elysium's gods. Nobody knows how many of them exist, duo the realm's near-infinite size, but Saendara herself is often considered one of them. If the Creator, as Sonog believes, truly came from Elysium initially, they’d most likely also have been considered one of them at some point (Yes, Saendara is a Goddess, or close to it).

  Additional Info IV: After Varzath had Sonog build him a portal to Elysium (around eighty or so years now), he spent a good while throwing parties (orgies) for his new friends, which made him somewhat famous on the other side. Saendara, having heard of the strange Demon Lord known for his sex prowess rather than his cruelty, decided to see for herself what all the fuss was about (against her harem's advice, mind you), and eventually showed up to one of Varzath's parties. She didn't pn to reveal her identity, as she was mostly simply curious, but Varzath spotted something different about her at first gnce, and one thing led to another... Long story short, they share a strange retionship, to say the least.

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