358 13 Years IV : Return Of The King

SPERO

THE WAR CITY OF PARABELLUM

THE GRAND LEAH COLISEUM

They were loud, and there was a lot of them. I remember the Coliseum back om earth being just a quarter of a quarter of this place. It was huge and it held the fruits and remnants of the foundations I had put in place a long time ago. PARABELLUM was city created by the king of the Mind dragon David, he was currently off world, but he would be here soon. And just like Joshua was to Michael, David is Cassiel's teacher and mentor. He taught her the art of war, and he taught our people had to utilize their bloodlust, and how to channel it.

The war city of PARABELLUM hosted games all year round, and each of these war gamed were so special and varied that it has drawn billions of people off world to come here and be a part of it, or at the very least make their fortunes within the numerous arenas here. But one thing that was prevalent amongst everyone and everything here is that, this city was built for violence, it was built to showcase the best talents of the battlefield, and in all fields possible. From the commanding and summoning of beasts, one on one marches, chess games where real life battle is carried out with a king on both sides of either a virtual field or a real field, battles against mages, warriors, assassins, and even priests. This place was built for war and blood, and I loved it.

Cassiel was well known here, she was an up and coming king in the wood division of the Chess games,a final participant in the Beast Master Battle league, one division above the beast trainers battle league, she was also ranked19th on the wood ranking division for one on one battles. She was a warrior through and through, and I was damn proud of her for it. But today I was here to let the world, the universe know that I have returned.But I'm also going to be killing someone, and I wanted whatever remained of our enemies to know that I was back and I was coming for them.

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"Spero your King has returned!" there was no loud shouts like I had expected, but I didn't let it fluster me, though to be honest it was sort of embarrassing.

"many of you know me, but much more of you don't. So allow me to introduce myself, my name is Kael Cor! High king of Spero, and king of the soul dragon."

There was now a bit of whispers going through the crowd, but I was not done yet. There was more to be said, more to be understood, and more amends to he made.

"thirteen years ago I was in an accident, or to be more precise I fell for a well crafted trap put in place by a dark god. And return it cost me the chance to watch my children, and my kingdom grow to what they've become today. I know many of you don't know me, but to those who do, you would know it is not my way to let my enemies walk allover me, much less hurt my family.I look in all your eyes and I see peace, I see contentment and I see entertainment, but don't forget those who made all the sacrifices just so you can enjoy the peace you have today.

And in honor of those of them that died protecting my son, all two thousand three hundred and seventy six of them, I will carry out the execution of their murders, right here, right now!"

It wasn't until later that I finally got the true details behind Michael's loss of his eyes. Cornelius sneaked in as a personal trainer of no one else but Cassiel, a detail that today was still being kept a secret from her at the behest of her younger brother. That was the identity he used to get access to Michael and two thousand plus people he murdered during his escape.

Cornelius had a new body now, one that was forged into a weapon by the gods, a weapon powerful enough that it was able to negate Michael's healing factor, leaving him truly blind for life. Practically the rules that govern gods differ from that of mortals. If you're killed or injured by a god or a weapon of a god, there's no resurrection, nor healing, not unless you become a god yourself, and that was how the other dragon kings saved me. By turning me into as much of a god as the catalyst they found would let me.

Cornelius was a tool used by the gods to strike at my family, after most of them have been hunted down and killed by the rampaging dragon kings with Asha in tow, there was a lot of bad blood down between each factions, and without a doubt we won't be stopping until either sides have been completely destroyed. This was a fight to the death, and now that I'm awake and the circle of dragon kings are finally complete, it's about time we put and end to this fight.

I raised my hand up into the air and for the first time used a soul rune I've not used ever since I got it. But I wad more than just a weaver now, I was a rune master, giving me the power to not just write the draconic language of creation, but I could also speak it. I could use just the power of my words to overturn and rewrite the rules of nature, a power that's never existed before, and a power I know now lies in my bloodline. Accessible to Cassiel and Michael when they're ready.

"SUMMON: Cornelius Daneaitani; Dragon's Bane!"

I felt my stomach twist and turn as it seemed as if reality itself was twisted and folded into itself. But if I; the person who used the power was feeling like crap, what about every other person here, especially the normal people. Many of them lost their lunch, some bled from their noses and ears, other fainted,but thankfully no one died.

It was just me standing right in the middle of the coliseum, and even though it felt really lonely, there was a sense of fulfillment being surrounded by millions who f puking and fainting people. It was a funny scene, but it was a mirth that didn't last long as the soon to be dead fool appeared in front of me. At first he was confused about where he was, and then he turned around and saw me, really saw me.

"Hello Cornelius it's been a while, I see your soul found itself a new body. That's good, I'll make sure to make it even more painful when I kill you this time, however I had to ask, what gave you the fucking right to attack my son, and wear his eyes around your neck like some sort of trophy!"