Press space. Full body Wings Head Tail Claw Crown Sketch Colored sketch King Damon II Read the story Chaos Male Dragon Once there was a kingdom ruled by an evil ruler. No, it was not Chaos, it was King Damon I. His father. King Damon I ruled the kingdom with no mercy. Everyone had to work all day, even children. Anyone who disobeyed, or said something against him was killed. His son, Prince Damon (yes he had the same name), watched his father, and how he treated his people. He didn't like it. He didn't understand why he wanted them to suffer, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. The years went by, the prince growing evermore angry at his father. The prince sat in his room and looked out the window at the people. They were suffering, but he did nothing for them. He knew that they probably didn't like him, and he wanted to change that, but how? A woman was running across the street away from her work. Guards chased her through the street and grabbed her. He knew the penalty for that. Death. Just like everything else. A child threw a rock at the castle wall. The guards seized him and took him away. Death once again. He realized what he needed to do. He turned around and headed to the weapons room. Guards blocked the entrance, but let him through. He looked at all the axes and swords hanging on the walls. They're blades were shinier than the jewels on his crown. He searched the room for a specific kind of weapon. One that was deadly, small, and quick. He grabbed a small knife and threw it at a dummy at the end of the room. I went straight through. Perfect. He grabbed the knife and went back to his room. He sat on his bed and waited, rubbing his claws against the sharp blade. He waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, thinking if this was the right thing to do, but then looking out his window to see the suffering, and reassured himself. The moon rose high into the sky. He got up and headed for the kings room. Down the staircase, into the passageway, and up into the kings bedroom. He snuck past the guards and slowly opened the door. The king was asleep. He shut the door and headed for the bed. He stood beside the bed and looked at his father. Tears filled his eyes as he rose the knife. he closed his eyes and grasped the knife hard in his sweaty claws, and brought it down. It was done. He opened his eyes, stared. Blood covered his body. For an moment he stayed, and then ran. He laid in his bed. He couldn't sleep. When the sun came up, a guard ran out, and yelled, "THE KING IS DEAD!" People came out of their houses. The guard yelled again. The people looked around in shock, and then cheered. Children ran around in glee, and adults hugged each other joyfully. "But now," the guard said, "where is the new king?" "The prince!" another guard said, "PRINCE DAMON!" Damon looked up and out the window. "PRINCE DAMON!" the people yelled. Damon slowly got out of bed and went down the stairs. He opened the door to the outside and walked out. All the people stared at him, he hadn't washed up and was still covered in blood. "Hello king," said one of the guards. "Wait," said a man, "did you kill the king?" Damon nodded. The people cheered. After that was a big celebration for new king. The king gave the people what they wanted, less work, and more freedom. The years had passed, and the people were happy, until one day. A wizard had come to the kingdom and asked to see the king. King Damon II, as he now was. "Hello your majesty," said the wizard, "you are a great king, but your kingdom is small. I can help with that." "Okay," said the king, "but how?" "Well," said the wizard, "magic of course." "Anything in return?" the king asked. "Nothing!" said the wizard, "Nothing but a bit of your soul" Damon didn't exactly get what that meant, but nodded. "Can you make me a better ruler?" "Of course," The wizard took his claw and placed it on Damon's. Knowledge flowed through him, but a bit of greed did too. His claws turned black, but he didn't care. "Can you make me more powerful?" "Of course," The same happened, but his muscles grew and so did his wings. The black went up his legs. And this went on, until he was completely black. The only thing he felt was greed. He didn't care about the people anymore, only himself. "Good bye now," said the wizard. "WHAT?! YOU CANT LEAVE!" "Yes I can, now bye," and the wizard disappeared. The king ran outside. "Where did he go?!" The people looked at the king. It wasn't their king anymore though. "Why aren't you people working?" the king yelled, "go! Guards! Slaughter all who disobey!" The king was now like his father. Maybe worse. And it was like that. Years went by
He's actually all black and red but I had to add grey so you could see the rest of his body. This looks a lot like a DTAE hehe If you don't want him I'll keep him
