There was a time, long ago, when the worlds were one and man, elf and beast lived alongside. During these times men came to worship the majestic, the powerful and the deadly. Temples rose in every continent, and those worshipped as gods often warred with one another. On one continent specifically there were temples erected for dragons, beings that had gifts and duties that often had them mistaken as gods.
The temples shared no kindness for one another, they killed in the name of whatever dragon they worshipped. Their worship was not like other lands where the god or goddess was bowed to and prayed to and given luxuries no man could afford on his own. Their gods were kept in chains, treated with a sort of reverence that only greed could create. They were whipped, they were raped, and they were bred like animals all in the hopes that their power could be transferred to their disciples.
There was one temple however that remained empty thus far, that of desire. Desire covered many things, pain, pleasure, sex, riches, and even gave power to the god or goddess of love, death, hate and jealousy. None of those other gods liked Desire, they saw him as filth, wanting to be seen as the great one. Without him though their temples fought and killed each other with abandon. So the priests of Desire searched, and searched, and searched. To the ends of the island they went, that’s when one discovered the trail.
Mad with the lust for power he convinced the others that their god was not Desire, but Pain. The temple lost sight, and the more victims of Desires power they found the more clouded the truth became. Desire required pain to live. It was simple really, to lead the blind. He took over the temple and the others didn't question. A new priest came and he felt bitter towards the elder priests. He was taken on the fateful journey that found Desire and would end the rule of the elder.
Kyr Os Val pulled the bucket from the well quietly. He had to come out of the safety of the village to reach it. Wells were forbidden in the city of Death. He had fed from the pain that the temple itself continuously caused carefully hiding himself as he did. It was tedious and frightening. These people were his enemies. If any of them knew who he was they would kill him to gain favor of their god.
He heard footsteps and looked up to see his worst fears heading his direction, priests from his temple. The bucket dropped crashing into the well below and likely breaking. He fled, but he couldn't run to the village their presence would give him away.
The priests didn't give him time either, as fast as he was he wasn't fast enough to outrun the nets that soon pulled him to the ground. Emerald hues flashed brightly, glowing and draconic in nature, but they had spell bound the ropes that made the net. He roared, unable to shift and felt the blow that took his senses away, turning the world black.
He woke chained in the temple sanctuary, a single priest stood nearby with a plate of food and a cup of broth.
"What do you want?" Kyr hissed.
"I thought you might want something to fill your belly. I know I'm not supposed to be here, but What they are doing, it's wrong!" The young priest looked up to him as he came before the alter, "You don't deserve to be chained like a beast."
Kyr blinked, "You aren't like the others?"
"My father is a priest and he dragged me into the robes. I had no choice, I am as much chained to this place as you," He stepped up and lifted the broth to Kyr's lips in offering. "You can't give people your power, can you?"
"No, I can't," Kyr answered truthfully.
"I heard them talking, they plan to beat you with whips and pierce your skin with rods and deny you release. They said you can lay eggs, is that true?"
"Any dragon can breed, child, male or female, makes no difference. Females just tend to eat their young and kill their mate as well. Males do not," Kyr finally took a long draw of the broth.
"I don't want to participate," The priest lifted the bread as he lowered the bowl.
"You have no choice, and once they know you did this they will make you be the one who uses me most," Kyr whispered to him. "Thank you for the meal, but we cannot be friends, it would cause us both to break, and you do not deserve that. Run, little priest.. Run from here and do not look back! There is no shame great enough to keep you here!"
Kyr watched the priest flee the room after dropping the empty bowl and sighed letting his head drop. There was no safety for him. His life was the collar.
The whip struck him again drawing more blood as it did and sending his screams into the air, filling the sanctuary.. the pool of crimson beneath his feet made balance nearly impossible. The elder had a cup in his hands which he gathered the blood in as if drinking it would give him power. They drove large metal rods through his skin and finally lifted him up and carried him on those swinging chains to hover with his backside over a wide hollowed pole and began forcing him onto it. He screamed and started to struggle harder against them, but they held tight till he had been ripped to fit it and then dropped him. He fell nearly five inches onto it before he stopped a swell in the metal like a bestial knot stopping him. They grabbed his ankles and pulled him down over it so that he could not get off. His body throbbed, but it eventually healed around the pole holding him there. His body was then rubbed into life and he moaned thrusting which only made that pipe work at holding him still. He whimpered and begged for them to stop tears spilling like torrents down his cheeks.
The elder had finished drinking the goblet of Krys blood and stepped forward smiling with a thin rod that had a feather at one end and a ball at the other.
"My beautiful God, you fill me with energy and life, your pain filling me with such happiness.. and so now I will make you whole, I will see you give birth to your first clutch without finding the sin of release.." With this he moved forward, and that feather was first to be pushed into his arousal. He screamed, back arching and legs kicking. His arms were bound behind his back so he could not use them to prevent anything from happening. He was kept awake with foul scents and touches to other parts of his body until the entire plug was set in place. "We all placed our seed within a beautiful machine of purity, now we will see you take it all... and the eggs will be born to us so that you may live on forever!"
With that Kyr heard a strange noise like a wooden door lifting and a flood rushed into him from the pipe. He cried, wept, begged for mercy, but it never came. He lost consciousness before it stopped.
When he woke he had been cleaned, he had not taken seed. He had refused the rush, but they did not know that. He had healed from the abuse and looked as he had when they had caught him, skin beautiful and unscarred. Perfection to the eyes.
The doors opened and he looked up drowsily. The young priest! His eyes widened.
"I thought I told.. you to.. run." Kyr said softly then winced as the young one limped towards him.
"I could not leave without guilt. Are you?" He looked to Kyr with soft eyes.
"No. It is a choice, I do not have to breed, and I would not for them." Kyr reassured him.
"Would you, with me? They would think the eggs are theirs, it would save you a beating, and I could steal them after. Run with them! I would be happier knowing I was running with purpose."
Kyr thought a moment, "Yes, but I ask you to do something in return."
"Anything," The boy replied with an air of what worship should be.
"The day before they are born, send out a warning to the temple of Death. See that all of these foul creatures die," He lowered his eyes.
"B-but.. you..." The boy stuttered tears filling those eyes.
"I want to die. This is the last time they will have me. I have run from this place seven times. I cannot do it again, and this time they mean to breed me. I will not be done so... I cannot live this way." Kyr replied.
The boy rose up to stand before him and they kissed, passion and fire between them sparked. The young teens love and compassion only made his strength and power stronger. The embrace was warm, the love making was incomparable. Kyr accepted the seed, trusting in the young priest to care for them.
Three days passed, the young one had come during the night after the eggs were born. Kyr waited for the other half of the promise to be fullfilled. Months passed, still no attack. He was beaten, raped, nearly killed for the eggs that had been stolen. They forced the vile machine upon him several more times but his body always remained perfect. It never scarred, it never stayed torn.
He cried and prayed to the true creator. Nothing happened then desolation took hold. He had not told the boy why he was willing. Dragons could sense the mate of their soul. The loss and feelings of betrayal began to eat away at his. Finally he was nothing but an empty shell to his captors.
They began trying to breed him with animals. Their twisted minds had begun thinking that they could create new life this way. He stopped screaming, he stopped fighting. He stopped caring. He hated himself. He hated his body. He hated these men. He hated everything, and longed for death.
Three years passed of this torture. The pleasure he once knew lost to him a long time ago, and as Desire lost his own drive the wars between the temples grew. Finally the young priest could stay in hiding no longer. The eldest of the three eggs had stayed with him, and they returned to try and free Kyr from his chains.
The temple was in ruins, the floors had the evidence of blood, dried and all over the walls and floors. The stink of rotting corpses was still in the air, as were the insects that fed upon the flesh. Nothing here was sacred to the children of the wild.
The priest brought his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose as the young dragon who had aged so beautifully to young adult hood shoved the doors to the sanctuary out causing the hinges to snap. They fell unsettling dust and sending rats scurrying. There hanging headless by his wrists, body destroyed was Kyr. Death had finally come for him.
"My god..." The priest fell to his knees and looked up to their son, the young dragon looked exactly like his mother. "You must live on."
"What do you mean?" The child looked to his father. "Papa?"
"Do not fear the humans.. find one, breed. Your mother did not know this, but he can be reborn. Save the emerald eggs above all others! They are his life line!" The priest took his son into his arms. "Do not let them forget us! Tell your children the story of Kyr, his pain, his terror, his wish to be reborn to a life without chains!"
"I will, papa! I swear it!" The little dragon held his father and he would tell his children. “Do not forget Kyr! Do not forget what our blood has suffered!"
As the centuries passed, the eggs became weaker. Soon there were no eggs. The children were born between male dragons and female humans. The memory and story forgotten, the proud bloodline became weak. Japan rose in the old country and men no longer worshipped gods. Temples were left to crumble into ruins. People speculated on what had once been done within their doors.
A young Asian boy sat in an old construction site camper. He was beaten and weeping into his hands, his body healed but his mind was being broken. Something inside of him was fighting to be remembered. Something inside of him was refusing to be conquered by the whips and raping. It growled in the depths of the blackness the medicine had condemned it to. It would break free, but it needed the boy to run.
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