Helios wasn't always such a radical dragon of destruction.
At one point, he was a much younger, more positive being; even if he wasn't overly sentimental.
However, the death of his father Jormir at the hands of a dragon slayer radicalized him, and he began to see the importance of protecting his own people from further harm.
It was the pivotal moment of his life that completely reshaped him as a man.
Shortly afterwards, his mother also went missing, and he knew full well what that meant.
It was then that he started his long series of prayers to Ouroboros, and received a huge change of fate.
And now, he couldn't believe his very eyes.
Lumbering forth was a very big dragon covered in equally big scars.
His entire body was around 200 meters in height and more muscular than it was scaly.
He had to have been quite old for a true dragon, as his red scales had begun to take on a darker rust color.
Just by looking at him, it was clear that he had survived many great battles.
He was missing one wing, an eye, a horn, and even a few segments of his powerful tail.
"...How is this possible?" Helios asked hollowly.
"Do you know him, father..?" Iori's head was continuously swiveling back and forth between the two titans.
"Father?" The red dragon swung his head back and forth between the pair like his ancient brain was trying to put together a picture of the current scenario.
"I see... So my lineage has continued without my knowledge. That does offer my old heart some sense of comfort."
Finally, Iori seemed to piece together the gravity of the situation unfolding before his eyes.
Helios had never once mentioned his father or his mother to his children.
Iori had actually begun to believe that his father was created via willing himself into being.
That was a lot easier to believe than imagining his father as a baby to be raised by someone.
"...Mother told me that you were dead." Helios finally said.
"An over exaggeration of the highest caliber..." Jormir snorted.
Iori didn't know what he was expecting an ancient dragon reunion to look like, but this certainly wasn't it.
But then again, perhaps this was where his father's less than warm and pleasant personality had originated from.
"...I am glad to see that you survived." Jormir finally said.
'Oh there we go, that's progress.' Iori thought in the back of his mind.
"But what facade is this that you have brought here?" He stared at Abaddon. "What games are you trying to play, claiming to be the source of our origin?"
"It is not a game, father." Helios answered. "I know that you have felt it within your bones already. This is our origin, reborn anew."
Jormir did feel it.
And it was scary how much he wanted to believe in this tale.
But that was why he couldn't let himself slip here.
"Did you have to traumatize him?" Helios asked with a sigh.
"I barely did anything, old man. Things could've been so much worse you know?"
"You're too much like your mother... You never think you do anything wrong." Helios shook all three of his heads in unison.
Iori had a thought in the back of his mind that he wasn't sure if he should say.
"If sister is like that... Isn't it because you spoiled her so much that she always gets what she wants? It's a miracle that she didn't turn out worse than she is now..."
Helios looked at his son with a look of betrayal. "Who's side are you on, boy?"
"...Yours, father, I apologize."
"That's what I thought."
With their sidebar aside, Helios once again turned to the room filed with awestruck dragons.
"My kin! As you have just witnessed, I am the son of the once Red Dragon King Jormir the Deathless! Today, I come here offering my people a pathway out of our bleak fate!"
Helios proceeded to tell the colony where he'd been for the past several thousand years.
He even told them all about the army who were already fighting all across the world to free a planet that wasn't theirs.
Needless to say, this revelation roused something within the sleeping dragons.
"Today I implore you, my brothers and sisters! Do not stay down here and cower any longer! Dragons belong in the skies above! Let us burn all that sits below us!"
One by one, dragons rose from their hovels with renewed fire in their eyes.
With their roars of acceptance filling his ears, Helios was more elated than ever to be alive.
Everything he had done, all the riding twists and turns that life had thrown his way, it was all for this specific scene in this specific moment.
And there was absolutely nothing that could have tainted the satisfaction of the crusade that was yet to begin.
- An Unknown Pocket Dimension...
A desk jockey was seated at a monitor, absentmindedly sucking down a slurpee while simultaneously playing a candy game on his cell phone.
*Obnoxious sucking noises ensue*
Finally, the man's co-worker sitting to his right turned around and smacked him hard on the back of the head.
"Damn it, Ozzie, if I was blind I would think you was over here sucking dick! Keep it down, would you?!"
The desk jockey ended up spitting his slurpee all over his monitor.
"Christ, Elmer! Look at what you did!"
"No, look what you did. Didn't they teach you spitters are for quit-"
"Yea, yea, I get the joke!"
The young man finally ignored his old curmudgeonly co-worker as he began wiping off the monitor in front of him.
"Jeez, you really... huh?"
The man finally noticed that no matter how hard he tried to wipe his monitor clean, one single red spot remained on the holomap.
Finally, he realized that what he was seeing wasn't a cherry flavored mistake.
"N-No way... t-the abyss has made their move! Sound the alarm and get our forces out to that sector immediately, and for god's sakes somebody call the Leader!!"