Azazel's POV
"Your heart."
The words spilled from my lips Immediately he asked that I. His golden eyes narrowed slightly, with a flickering of confusion, then it turned to fury.
Good. Let him burn.
"You want my heart?" he asked, his voice was dangerously low, with each word rolling like thunder. "You do realize little demon, that my heart is the reason we're bound in the first place?"
I lifted my chin up. "Exactly. You want my cooperation? I want something in return, and stop calling me little you dragon". I said angrily.
He slowly started walking towards me" Well You already have it, little demon" he replied emphasizing more on the little demon part. "It's beating inside me... and it's going to kill us both if you don't shut your mouth and follow my lead."
"Oh, trust me," I said, stepping up to him. "I plan to take it the moment this curse is broken dragon."
He.slowly smirked. "Then by all means you should try and stay alive long enough to try that."
Before I could respond, the cave trembled feriouscly beneath our feets. Nandros looked toward the exit of the cave, his pale face was drained even further.
"They're close. We have to move now sure."
Azrath glared at me before He turned and began walking towards the exit. I hesitated for a second before following. My legs felt heavy, with my body aching with every step I take, but it seems like the bond pulsing between us dragged me forward. "Twenty feet" the old man said. "Stay close or die demon" I glared at him angrily as more anger build up in me.
This fools....I will kill all of them once this stupid curse is broken.
As we exited the cave, the sky was dark , the clouds were rolling like smoke. The world had changed in just moments. This man's awakening seemed to have disturbed the realms. I could feel it the heavens and hells themselves were shifting.
I wonder why sin this traitor has committed to cause such chaos.
We didn't speak.
We crossed a valley of jagged stones and dead trees. the wind howled like tortured spirits through the canyons.
But I could feel him. His Every heartbeat. His Every breath. And Every flicker of flame in his veins.
And I knew he could feel me too.
I think it's the curse. That was the bond the old man was talking about.
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Azrath's POV
Finally this demon was silent, but her anger was thick in the air. I could smell it I could feel it, and it burnt like roses and brimstone.
A demon princess, trained for war, but now connected to my heart through a curse. This is so Disgraceful, Unthinkable and Dangerous.
And yet... I couldn't ignore her.
Every time she stumbled a bit, I felt the pull in my ribs and chest, Every time her anger spiked, my vision blurred, I hated this, I hated this feeling, I had gone to sleep with my heart sealed away from the world. Only to wake up cursed with a living, breathing demon enemy as my second soul.
If the dragons find out about this, their will laugh at how pathetic the fire dragon king has become.
"You're slowing us down," I said without looking back.
"And you're giving me orders like someone I give a damn about," she spat.
"Then stay behind." I stopped and turned. "Die little demon and See if I care."
She Walked past me, defiant, with fire flaring in her eyes but I saw the hesitation. Survival meant sticking close to me. And the curse? It wasn't just about distance anymore.The pull between us is was growing stronger. Becoming More intimate. As if our souls was becoming one.
"I hate this," she muttered. "I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual demon" I said calmly. "But we're stuck. So if you ever want to see your pathetic demon realm again, follow me. And don't try anything stupid again unless you're ready to feel every ounce of pain you deserve."
She scoffed, but said nothing more.
We walked like shadows between stone and Eventually, we reached the ruined bridge of Tharion Gorge. A place that was once sacred. But Now crumbling, it's in the middle between the dragon and demon realm, its also on one of the places that was affected by the war.
But the moment I stepped onto it, the sky cracked open with light.
And a voice deep, ancient, and cruel echoed through the air.
"the traitor has awakened"
Traitor?
So it's true, their really labeled me as a traitor in history.
Azazel and Nandros froze behind me.
And I stepped forward, looking at the dragon in the sky.
The mist over the gorge parted, slightly revealing it.
And from the other side, it's wings unfolded.
Dark.
Massive.
Divine.
It was An Archdragon, armored in obsidian, it stood right in front of us blocking our path.
And that's when I recognized him it was one of my brother's loyal dog,He sent him already?" for him to send such a weak dragon he must know I am bound by the curse.
"What type of dragon is that?" Azazel whispered.
"Archa," I said, then took in a slow breath.
It was time to test the limits of this curse.
Because if we were going to survive this... I had to fight.
But I didn't know if she could survive me.