First Demonic Dragon

Percival is the antichrist.

A prophesied being who's looming existence has made mortals shudder for centuries.

He is worse than the prophecies have made him out to be.

His appetite for cruelty is bottomless. He has never known, nor cared for, the idea of love, and he looks down upon those who have.

He is masochistic, overbearingly prideful, and by all accounts a glorified psychopath.

But more than anything, he found discomfort in harmony.

Perhaps that was why right now, he showed the most agitation that he'd displayed ever since he'd been here.

Appearing in the middle of this forsaken forest was like his worst nightmare.

But at the very least he could fix it. And take sadistic joy while doing so.

He laughed boorishly while he sent the entire forest around him up in flames.

Any inch of mystical greenery was reduced to ash in front of his great flame. And wildlife, no matter how small and powerless it seemed, was roasted inside of it's fleshy suit with zero regard for it's cute appearance.

Actually, the fact that the creatures he torched were cute might have made this endeavor all the sweeter in hindsight.

The beautiful blue sky overhead was choked with the ash of the massacre below. Rendering this once beautiful scene bleak, and gray.

He felt euphoric.

If he were still flesh and bone, there would be a noticeable tent in his pants right now.

There was nothing greater than this feeling. Taking the world and dying it in his color.

One could suppose that was Percival's true, greatest desire.

Not a desire to rule over demonkind in one, tiny, insignificant little universe among the many.

But to truly leave a mark on creation. Leave a wound that would not heal.

That thought gave him immense pleasure. The belief in himself brought him motivation to wake up in the morning.

He was having so much fun that he could no longer remember this was intended to be a punishment.

It was nothing to him. Just a step on his glorious path towards significance.

Once he burned the entirety of the forest around him, he finally put his hands down.

He fell to his knees, panting. He had no legs, yet he was still out of breath.

This was thrill. Greater than sex or drugs or money.

This was anarchy. Glorious, Blessed, Anarchy.

"Hallowed be thy name..." He chuckled dryly.

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He heard a low thumping sound come from behind him, and he weakly turned his head.

There, he saw a small white rabbit standing alone. Pure and unburnt. It was staring at the skeleton with a blank, robotic look.

It was gross.

Percival cracked opened his skeletal maw and exhaled a blast of bright red fire.

He must have done it for at least a minute, but there was no change in the rabbit.

He finally closed his mouth.

Percival stared back at the critter until a glimmer of recognition flashed within his empty eye-sockets.

"...It's you, isn't it...? Come to service me yourself and see what a real man is like?"

He sat back on his bony butt and spread open his legs. He tilted his head down and stared at his missing flesh and appendages.

"I'm not at my best, but I'm sure I have to be better than that ancient old husband of yours. Stereotypes can't all be true, can they?"

The bunny didn't move.

Percival laughed. "Is my punishment over already? This can't be the full extent of it, I mean I'm still perfectly insane and majorly un-remorseful. You've gotta have some more tricks up your skirts than that, right?"

He crossed his legs and leaned forward like he was a child at show and tell.

"Come on, show me something grand and creative..! Here, I'll get you started!"

Using Gulban's power, he crafted an instrument of his entertainment.

A bright, shiny stripper-pole made of gleaming silver. And a stack of green currency beside him.

Finally, the bunny's eyes twitched.

Percival was smiling even with no skin on his face.

"Oop. Bit of frustration leaking out there, yea?" He said with glee. "Be careful. It'll ruin your whole 'silent and ominous' ac-"

"We have been in Tehom for so long that we've forgotten what the world's above the dark are like. As well as the minds of it's denizens." The bunny finally said.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure no one would dare to speak to the dragon-mother this way. I must frustrate you, right?"

"Not really. There's nothing about you that is special or significant."

If Percival had an eyebrow to raise, both of them would have already been halfway to his hairline by now.

"...What was that...?"

The bunny almost seemed to be smiling.

"You are no more interesting than the average human. Your crass insistence on insulting us and our womanhood is a mirror reflection. We can find any nobody like you inside of a construction sight, a middle school classroom, or... a troll inside an everyday gaming chat room. What's next- are you going to ask us to make you a sandwich?"

"I would prefer a meatball sub...!" The skeleton growled.

The bunny just sighed. "Hilarious. How is it that your father was the one with an infinite number of alternates, yet you are even less original than he is? Inheriting half of his DNA didn't do anything to make you interesting, did it?"

"You WHORES!!"

Percival lunged across the isle at the small creature that was too small to put up a meaningful fight in response.

The creature was gone in a flash.

In it's place, Ayaana appeared to drive her knee directly into Percival's sternum. It shattered on impact, and he was sent cannon-balling up to the sky in an instant.

Before Percival could pierce through the clouds, Ayaana reappeared again.

She dropped the back of her heel on the base of his skull and sent him colliding back towards the forest floor.

And again, just before he could hit the ground, she appeared on the floor to crack him across the jaw with a hard punch.

He was sent careening halfway across the forest where his bones immediately crashed into a burning tree.

His body ached. Drawing breath was excruciatingly difficult.

Ayaana reappeared over his head as a bunny once again, and stared down at the skeletal monster beneath him.

"We could do something like that, but again, that wouldn't be very interesting either, would it? You were right that we are not our husband. I'm afraid all-consuming black out rage is his thing, not ours... At least not all of ours."

Percival tried to lift up his head.

He turned towards the girls and smiled once again.

"That's because you're weak... Sentimental."

"We're surprised you didn't finish that statement with 'all women are'."

"Because you aren't as smart as you think you are, I'm afraid. Though being annoying is another thing altogether."

The bunny lifted it's paw and yawned. "If we aren't, then no one is."

"Exactly. Nothing that breathes is above-"

"We're bored now."

"...What?"

"As we told you, we could do all that fighting stuff and blowing everything up, but are you even worth the effort? As we said, you're generic. A waste of space. At least a punching bag doesn't fill our ears with it's aggravating crying."

The girls weren't aware, but their foot involuntarily twitched when they said that.

"Bitch..!" Percival reached for the rabbit again.

"As we said." Ayaana sighed. "No different from any other human."

Percival 'blinked' and he was back inside of his body.

All of his organs and flesh were fully intact as if he'd never even come across Ayanna's path.

But all was not picture perfect.

He was on earth. In the middle of a human city. Standing on a crowded street.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, asshole!"

"Who just stands around in the middle of the street like that? Move!"

Percival was roughly shoved to the side by two humans large enough to pass for bears.

His demonic blood began to boil.

"You weak and feeble insects..!"

Percival threw up his arms again and incinerated the humans before they knew what was happening.

"Kyaa!"

"What's he doing!?"

"Somebody stop him! He's a demon!"

Percival smiled as he turned his flames on the other humans standing in the street with him.

Their screams filled his ears and he felt a sense of building euphoria that-

*BZZZZZ!!!!!*

"AAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"

Percival screamed so loudly that all of New York City probably heard him.

He went down like a lead balloon as a pulse of electricity assailed every nerve ending in his body.

Pushing his palms against the concrete, he tried to stand back up, and immediately had his head stomped into the curb by a boot.

His arms were grabbed from his sides and forcefully bound with cuffs. At the very same time, he felt his powers fleeing him.

He was... weak.

"Don't move! You are under arrest!" The police officer shouted above him.

He grabbed the radio on his shoulder and spoke to the dispatch. "Got another firefly over here on Doyers Street.... Yea, he's contained. Bringing him in now."

Percival's pupils trembled with anger.

Another?

He was forcefully dragged to his feet. The crowd around him cheered while he was walked to the police car.

"Thank you, Officers!"

"I hope that son of a bitch gets what he deserves!"

"Lock him up and throw away the key!"

The police officer turned to the crowd and smiled diplomatically. "I understand your feelings, but please, don't pay him any mind. He's just a sick man, and nothing else. The prison system's already full of em'. Do not give this one any more power over your life. He doesn't deserve it, and he won't get to hurt anyone any longer."

Percival felt a heat rush to his stomach and eardrums.

"You rodents! I am not one of you shallow- single lived life forms! I am the Antichrist! The Death of Divinity! I am not some insignificant thing you can just turn away from!"

"No?"

Percival looked at the officer restraining him again, and realized that it was now Ayaana.

"Then if you're so significant... Why haven't we asked you for your name?"

Percival's mind was shattered.

He was thrown roughly into the car and the door was shut behind him.

All the while, he screamed and banged his head against the glass while yelling to the top of his lungs.

Ayaana just turned her back and walked away. She never even heard a thing he said.