The Legacy of Drake/ Part 1

By: Ashley Hartwell

The world is full of pain, but none can ever compare to the horrendous suffering placed in the life of one demon god, however that would be a given if you’re the god of pain. Drake sat content in his throne, eyes closed and listening to the world around him. At the moment the curse of his spiked heart was not as merciless and he could deal with the pain.

He twitched an annoyed draconic ear and sighed, thinking of who would be the first fool to disturb him this morning. The sun was beaming heat across his green scaled flesh from a window beside him. He lifted his dragon like head and frowned. No matter what he did, everything in the world found someway to annoy him.

With a creak and a slam, someone came walking into Drake’s throne room, though their feet made no sound. Drake looked across the large room, squinting through the beam of light to see the intruder. “Good morning Master, your breakfast is here,” came a high pleasant voice. Without even seeing the person, Drake knew who it was. Though he had not acknowledged her much, he knew it was the tiny golden haired demon girl, Sara.

All of a sudden the sun was blocked by a merciful cloud and he could see once more. The short female stood only feet away from him, pushing a cart of food by his side. Drake only growled in agitation of her presence and sighed. “Leave,” he said with a rumble of his deep hellish voice.

Sara sighed as well and left with a pout upon her face in disappointment. He never said much to her, though she wished he would. Being the care taker of such a powerful demon god proved to be more strenuous than she thought, all ways having some poor soul growl at you even when you’re trying to help.

Drake closed his eyes again; the quite relaxed the pain he felt so often, though it was always interrupted by someone with a death wish. Just as the nine foot god was about to doze off, another crash and slam of the door awoke him and he flinched at the sudden sound. The startling shock jolted his heart and its beating became more rapid, creating the pain he had just settled.

Drake stood up on his hind legs and out came the soul crushing hollow roar that echoed through the room for only seconds. The guard, who was unfortunate enough to be the one who woke him, stood about five feet away, stiffened with fear as the dragon god bared his teeth, blood trickling over his jaws.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to have to bare the pain of this?!” Drake growled deeply. The guard didn’t say anything, just stood staring lifelessly at Drake. “Then here, let me show you.” With a lightning fast whip, Drake’s tail came crashing down on the defenseless demon guard, the razor sharp blades on the end of it cutting deeply into the silver armor and flesh of his chest.

Though Drake could have killed him, he left the wound open so that the dark metallic green liquid secreted from his flesh bubbled and boiled in the demons blood stream. The guard fell to the jade tiled floor, arching and hollering in agony as the poison filled ever space of his body. “Kill me! Pleased kill me!” he plead, but Drake did nothing, only sat back down in his throne.

“Death is a release not a punishment,” Drake mumbled just as more people came rushing in to answer the ear piercing cries of the guard. With more annoyances in his presences he became even more agitated. And as his anger grew, so did his pain.

Drake stood again in rage; however his heart would see none of it and beat like knives with his chest. The draconic god fell to his knees, holding his giant hand against his chest, growling in pain. The people came rushing to tend to him now, but Drake spread his wings as a block to keep them away and thrashed his own body around as his suffering become worse. He killed two more people in his uncontrollable fit of agony, until at last some was able to ease him.

Walking in to the throne room, confident and without hesitation, Sara marched up to the danger, slouched in his throne and heaving for air. The foolish girl came right to his side; she knew if she wasn’t careful that Drake would surly kill her with a flick of his wrist. She placed a hesitant hand on the gods green muzzle even as his teeth were bared and blood was flowing like a water fall over them.

“Drake, you must calm yourself,” she spoke, her radiant ocean blue eyes glaring with a beauty Drake had yet to realize. Her skin was soft and smooth against his scaled flesh, spreading her warmth over him, relaxing his throbbing heart. Drake, now calm, began to fall asleep again as he listened to the melody that Sara sang to him until he was again relaxed.

When Drake awoke he was still in his throne, his giant head against his shoulder. He looked up and out the window, seeing that it was now night. He wondered how long he had slept, then remembered what had happened. ‘Sara,’ he thought. ‘Why had I not seen it before? Her beauty, her charm, her touch?’

And then, as he thought these things, an all too familiar demon came walking in, her feet making no sound on the floor, but he could sense her. “Good evening Master,” she said, a distinct expression of joy across her pale face. Drake didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t say anything in fear that he may say something he might regret, so he watched her, watched her from then on.

Drake sat in his throne as he always did, on the day of the gods, pondering the life he was living. He thought about Sara, how he new he would never be with her even though he loved her. Their differences kept them apart, but she didn’t know of his feelings for her anyway, so continuing his live really wouldn’t matter much, would it, if he could not be with the one he loved?

The dragon lord stood from his throne and stared out into his kingdom, watching the villagers celebrate his day, however he would not enjoy himself today, but it would be a day that would haunt his people for eternity.

In the center of the room he stood, remembering the past five hundred years, remembering what little he had done for his kingdom and wishing he could have been a better god. As the silence lingered within his chambers the sound of his heart thumping began to ring in his ears. Would death be enough to end his suffering or would he face greater pain in the after life? This was something he was willing to figure out for himself, he just wanted to be gone from this, be away of his burdens as he placed a draconic hand upon his chest.

Another thought of his love and the pain of tarring flesh wasn’t even acknowledged nor felt, it was relief. Drake fell to his knees, the pain was gone but he still remembered it as the throbbing weapon of destruction still thumped wildly in his fist. The loud bang of his body collapsing to the floor and sudden gasp as Sara came rushing to his side as she realized what was going on, echoed within the throne room.

“Drake!” she sobbed as she lowered herself to kneel beside him, taking his oversized dragon head into her lap.

“Sara?” he spoke through the large amount of blood boiling over his jaws and spilling onto her legs and the floor. With the last of his strength he lifted a weakened arm to at last touch her face and say, “I love you.”

A final breath and he was gone, but in that last moment he heard the voice of an angle in the back of his mind, singing the sweetest of melodies to him as his body was finally relaxed in his loves last embrace.

You may think that’s the end of the mighty god, but as his spirit traveled on it didn’t head towards the heavens as you might expect, instead he was reborn into a new body as a normal demon. The sun hit his ebony eyes, slowly opening to see another day.

“Hey? Hey, mate, you alright there?” came a voice beside him, but faint. The grogginess of his new and tired body hit him and he coughed and moaned at his sore muscles. When at last he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the face of another demon he had never met before. “I said, are you alright, mate?” he said again in his Australian accent.

“Um…where am I?” Drake asked, franticly scoping out his new surroundings.

“You’re in the middle of no where, buddy. To much to drink last night?” he said.

“Wha…what?...the last thing I remember…” Drake gasped realizing what had happened and remembering everything, being in Sara’s arms. “Oh my god! Sara!” he shouted, getting up to stand on mortal legs. As he picked himself up, he noticed that his body was not in anyway that same as his old one, he looked noting like that dragon beast he used to be, but more human.

Drake held his hands out in front of him and looked down, seeing that he no longer had huge green clawed hands, but normal humanish hands and that his skin was not scaled but pale white flesh. “The names Dingo, who are you?” the demon asked again.

Drake paused for a moment, dumfounded by everything that was happening. “Um…Drake, my name is Drake, demon god of pain,” he explained. The demon beside him quirked a brow and began to chuckle.

“Demon god? Wow, what ever you were drinking last night must still be in your system,” Dingo shook his head and turned to walk away. “You should follow me, my mates and I will cure you of your illnesses,” he said. Drake followed with out word, but still this mind was racing with thoughts, thinking that maybe he had been dreaming his entire life and everything he remembered was a lie.

“It’s funny that you should say something about the god of pain, he just died, there going to replace him soon,” said Dingo. Drake hesitated before what Dingo said was finally processed in his mind.

“What? Did…they say who was going to replace him?” Drake asked.

“No, I think they have to have there big meeting or something to decide that,” Dingo explained. Drake took another moment to let these things process through his mortal brain. He knew that some way he had been reborn as a mortal demon, but how? Did he posses the power of reincarnation? Had the gods given him another chance at life? These things racked his mind for the rest of the night, even as he slept he dreamt about death, he dreamt about Sara, and he dreamt about being with her again. He knew that some day he would hold her in his arms again, but when?

The morning sun beamed heat across Drake’s tried eyes, he groaned, then rubbed them. As he sat up and looked around he remembered waking up and meeting some, but couldn’t for the life of him remember his name. The demon he had met was lying against a tree across from him, sound asleep. Drake looked up and saw the position of the sun, it had to be at lest noon.

Drake took a deep breath, the air was moist, a storm was on the way. ‘Great, rain,’ he thought. He was about to lie back against the tree when, off in the distance, he heard voices. He sat up and leaned over to push on the shoulder of the white leather jacket on the demon across from him. Dingo woke immediately and asked, “What is it, mate?”

“Some one’s coming,” Drake replied. The demon paused and listened, the faced direction of the noise. Dingo stood in alert as well as Drake. The two demons stared into the forest, waiting from something to revile itself. Not a moment later three beings became visible from beyond the trees.

“Hey, those are my mates. Hey, guys!” Dingo shouted through the forest. The three demons quirked up there heads at the sound of Dingo’s voice and began to run to greet him.

As Drake observed the group he realized that not all demons are alike as he had thought. The biggest one was almost eight feet tall, huge bulky muscles, long side burns and always wore a hat on back wards. Drake later discovered that him name was Thunder. The small female by his side, which he assumed was his mate, name was Kati. Her hair was a deep dark purple, almost black, she was short but her glare was enough to think twice before messing with her. And lastly there was another male, he was about half the size of Thunder, he was scrawny but still had quite a bit of muscle. His hair was black crew cut, his eyes were a gleam yellow and all did was stand there and puff the dying cigarette in his mouth. They called him Axle, but his real name was Mike, though the reason why they gave him the nick name was forgotten.

The group walked on through the forest, Drake followed quietly, he didn’t know where they were going but really didn’t care at the moment, and his head was to full of too many thoughts that it gave him a headache. For hours they walked, Drake couldn’t really tell that his feet hurt because of the other things on his mind. The five demons came to small village at the forest’s edge and stayed there over night.

A month had past sense Drake woke from that day, out into his new life. He had discovered where about his castle was and had been planning to go there for a week now. The four strangers where now his only friends, these new feelings of trust and caring had come over him, these odd feelings had never felt before. He had also meet other people on there never ending walk through the woods, interesting people and people who he believed should be aloud to live. On there journey he had told his friends about his plight and they gladly agreed to help in anyway. So now he was here, standing on the steps of his past, preparing for what ever was behind the door.

“Stay here,” Drake demanded as he opened to doors to the castle. The other obeyed him and patently waited as Drake went to save his only love.

The inside of his castle had changed dramatically and the vibe the new décor gave off was all too familiar. He entered the throne room where he immediately noticed the small bare demon lying curled up in chains, beside what use to be his throne. ‘Sara!’ he shouted in his head. ‘Who ever did this will pay…’ In mid thought the door began to open behind him and he jumped, sprinting to hide behind the pillar in front of him.

He new the voice that came from the person walking in, but couldn’t remember who it was. As the being walked closer to the sobbing Sara, Drake moved around the pillar so as to not be seen. Taking a deep breath, Drake peered around the pillar and what he saw angered him beyond all reason.

‘Damien!’ he growled from within at the sight of his own brother using his love as a worthless slave. Despite the boiling of his blood and the racing of his heart, he managed to stay put and wait, watching from afar. Damien was dressed in a long black cloak; his long pitch black hair flowing over it almost down past his waist. Drake had always seen Damien as quite girlish for a man, considering that Damien never took interest in females, spoke with an unusual feminine tone in his voice and dressed extremely odd.

Damien was heading towards Sara as she coward beside the throne, multiple burses scattered about her bare body. Drake knew Damien had beaten her; his brother’s ruthlessness would have surly come out on Sara. As Damien came closer to her, she backed up as far as she could until she was against the wall behind the throne.

Damien removed cloak and threw it off to the side, then walked over to Sara’s shivering body and lifted her up by the chains that clasped her wrists. “Do you know why you are in this situation? Why my so called brother is dead?” Damien hissed like a snake in the grass.

“He’s not dead you ignorant fool!” Sara spat, wriggling in the deviant demons grasp, trying to pull her wrists from his hands.

“Of coarse he’s dead, I saw his gigantic lifeless body being dragged out of here…He was the fool, weak and afraid,” Damien chuckled. “There was no hope for him and there is no hope for you.” With a swift strike Damien slapped Sara across the face, knocking her out cold.

From behind the pillar Drake lost it, sprinting from his hiding place and punching Damien square in the head. Damien fell to the floor; Drake jumped on top of him and gave him two more quick clubs to the skull. Drake took Damien by the throat and lifted his barley conscience sibling’s ear up his mouth. “If you ever touch her again, I will kill you…brother,” Drake whispered a growl before throwing Damien’s body back to the floor.

Drake now took the chains that bound Sara into his fists, took a deep breath and with every bit of strength he had, ripped the steel from the wall. He picked up Sara and ran out of the kingdom as fast as he could. Drake knew he would have to convince Sara that it was him, but that was the least of his worries. Drake and his friends hid in the deepest parts of the woods, far away from the kingdom, living happily for about two years, until they were found again…