Dragon is an experimental being, poisoned and manipulated to be that of a human by the process of witchcraft. These experiments were continued and caused the being to inherit the abilities of a shape shifter, going so far as to killing him; bringing life back to the body after a hundred years in hell. By then, he had taken up the rank of a general of the demonic army, being a demon himself. Upon his return, filled with hatred and anger, an onslaught of impulse brought him to slaughter the witches who had forced such a fate upon him. Before being experimented on, he was in fact a dragon. Due to trauma, his name was forgotten and so he gave himself the name he uses now; Dragon. His time in hell has disrupted his mind to the point of insanity, though through that insanity lies an overwhelming strength.(( Dragon-X ))
He has faced The King of Hell a few times, though he has lost every time due to foul-play. He was at one point a royal guard for the a Kings daughter. He took care of her for years. She began to get closer to him and convinced him that nothing bad would come from their relationship. The King found out. Dragon was sent to death. He only remembers flashes of the event. The rope around his throat is the last true thing he remembered. The flashes, His eyes golden. Holding two of the guards up in the air. Blood. Everywhere. The King, pinned to a wall. One of the King's eyes slowly being ripped out from the socket. The King, dismembered, on the ground. The daughter. He remembers her face. Then he remembers the joy of cutting her up slowly, small slow cuts so she would not bleed out and die. And once her body was completely covered, he sliced at her throat. After that the rampage continued for quite a few years. When he finally gained composure of himself he was curled up in a cave, tears in his eyes. The tears not of all the murders, but of the loss of thrill he had while killing. This is how he took up his next job. He became an assassin. It didn't matter the job, so long as it involved killing, he took it. It kept his darkness under control.
Eventually, he was dragged down to hell. He took this chance to fight the King of Hell once more, but there were other plans for him. Apparently he had become a true threat to the King. Thus, Dragon was now a prisoner. Everything was prepared. They had made hell one more level deeper just for him. Level 536. He was always chained, his power drained every second of every day. His darkness, sealed away. No hope for him. One day, though, the guard was distracted. A new blade was created, no name for the blade as of yet, but apparently the blade had taken hundreds of thousands of years to make. Too many people being distracted on the blade, no one noticed Dragon. His eyes beginning to glow brightly, his energy quickly coming back to him. That blade. It was meant for him. He began his breakout, He ripped the chains off of the walls, using them as his weapons, whipping them forward to wrap around the guards throat. Tugging on the chains he dragged the demon guard over, stomping on the demons head and ending his existence. The demon guard had to red daggers that Dragon tied to the ends of the chains. He sliced his way through many guards, eventually reaching the demon who had been working on the blade. The blade. Midnight black. The handle had the same color, the grip being a dark green. The blades smith looked at Dragon and sheathed the blade, offering it to him. His only words being "This blade was made for you." The demon before him then burst into a black aura, the aura now forever surrounding the blade. Dragon escaped using the blade. He was unstoppable now. With Dragon's escape he let loose a lot of demons and lost souls. Ever since he left hell he felt something. Guilt. He knew the Demons and lost souls were causing chaos and he felt bad. The blade led him to the demons and slayed them at every turn, sending them back. The lost souls he commanded to go and they obeyed his word. Dragon had been in hell for roughly nine hundred years, give or take. The King of Hell sent a demon after Dragon. D'ez.
D'ez. A powerful reaper demon. Though he could not leave hell without a contract. The King of Hell ordered the next summoning to be specifically for D'ez. Once this happened he made a contract with the human. With the contract D'ez was at his fullest potential. At his level of power, he easily took out Dragon, sending him back to hell. That is where D'ez made his mistake. He let Dragon live in a matter of weeks he threw hell into chaos. He managed to get his blade back and break out once more. D'ez being exiled until he captured and killed Dragon though, now it was impossible for him because the first thing Dragon did when he returned to the surface, he hunted the human down. The man was powerful, had everything. Dragon out of a fit of rage, his ember eyes turned golden. A rare happening that is triggered by rage or near death. Once he had his hands on the man he began skinning the man slowly. Cutting finger tips, inch by inch. He helped the man live by healing him up every night. He force fed the man so that he could not die of starvation. Dragon continued cutting the body up until all that was left was a torso and a head. The man on the table in tears, begging Dragon to end his life. But he had more in store. He skinned the man, inch by inch for a week, making sure to not let the man bleed out. Cut the mans ear and nose off. And finished that last piece by scooping his eyes out with his thumbs. The man was barely alive. He took the torso and carried it into an alleyway where stray dogs were, tossing the man in the dogs greedily began to bite on the man, attempting to eat the man Dragon watched for nearly an hour, waiting for the man to stop screaming. And once he did, Dragon left him there.
Dragon disappeared for years. Not even he remembered where. When he awoke, he was in a cabin, covered in dust. Getting up his bones cracked, every single one, the cracks echoing in the empty cabin. He had been sitting in a chair. He coughed a bit, getting some of the dust off of him. He was curious as to what had happened though decided to leave it be. It had been nearly fifty years since he had slaughtered the man. He had something on the left wrist, he pressed a few buttons as the world around him began to shift. He fell to the ground, his head throbbing. Everything looked the same, except the cabin was a different color. As time progressed it seemed as if it was a completely different dimension. Dragon visited different worlds and dimensions, Eventually, he got stuck in one. He was stuck in the futuristic style dimension, the planet was called Nu' Zenan. In their language it meant "Life". He had made friends with a male Zenian. The man helped him fix his dimension hopper, but in return Dragon had to help their planet for it was threatened by an unknown aliens. It was when the "aliens" landed he realized that, not only was the dimension hopper a way to go to different dimensions, but also a time traveling machine. The "aliens" were simply highly advanced humans. But of course, none the less humans. Dragon took them out in an instant. His friend told him that the hopper would only work once, it would return Dragon back to his dimension and time. At this point, he decided to stay longer. He trained there. Getting stronger. There he learned how to control his demonic side. Though, he never fully took all the power, in fear that it would consume him. When he felt he gained everything he could, he thanked his friend and went back to his time.
He has faced The King of Hell a few times, though he has lost every time due to foul-play. He was at one point a royal guard for the a Kings daughter. He took care of her for years. She began to get closer to him and convinced him that nothing bad would come from their relationship. The King found out. Dragon was sent to death. He only remembers flashes of the event. The rope around his throat is the last true thing he remembered. The flashes, His eyes golden. Holding two of the guards up in the air. Blood. Everywhere. The King, pinned to a wall. One of the King's eyes slowly being ripped out from the socket. The King, dismembered, on the ground. The daughter. He remembers her face. Then he remembers the joy of cutting her up slowly, small slow cuts so she would not bleed out and die. And once her body was completely covered, he sliced at her throat. After that the rampage continued for quite a few years. When he finally gained composure of himself he was curled up in a cave, tears in his eyes. The tears not of all the murders, but of the loss of thrill he had while killing. This is how he took up his next job. He became an assassin. It didn't matter the job, so long as it involved killing, he took it. It kept his darkness under control.
Eventually, he was dragged down to hell. He took this chance to fight the King of Hell once more, but there were other plans for him. Apparently he had become a true threat to the King. Thus, Dragon was now a prisoner. Everything was prepared. They had made hell one more level deeper just for him. Level 536. He was always chained, his power drained every second of every day. His darkness, sealed away. No hope for him. One day, though, the guard was distracted. A new blade was created, no name for the blade as of yet, but apparently the blade had taken hundreds of thousands of years to make. Too many people being distracted on the blade, no one noticed Dragon. His eyes beginning to glow brightly, his energy quickly coming back to him. That blade. It was meant for him. He began his breakout, He ripped the chains off of the walls, using them as his weapons, whipping them forward to wrap around the guards throat. Tugging on the chains he dragged the demon guard over, stomping on the demons head and ending his existence. The demon guard had to red daggers that Dragon tied to the ends of the chains. He sliced his way through many guards, eventually reaching the demon who had been working on the blade. The blade. Midnight black. The handle had the same color, the grip being a dark green. The blades smith looked at Dragon and sheathed the blade, offering it to him. His only words being "This blade was made for you." The demon before him then burst into a black aura, the aura now forever surrounding the blade. Dragon escaped using the blade. He was unstoppable now. With Dragon's escape he let loose a lot of demons and lost souls. Ever since he left hell he felt something. Guilt. He knew the Demons and lost souls were causing chaos and he felt bad. The blade led him to the demons and slayed them at every turn, sending them back. The lost souls he commanded to go and they obeyed his word. Dragon had been in hell for roughly nine hundred years, give or take. The King of Hell sent a demon after Dragon. D'ez.
D'ez. A powerful reaper demon. Though he could not leave hell without a contract. The King of Hell ordered the next summoning to be specifically for D'ez. Once this happened he made a contract with the human. With the contract D'ez was at his fullest potential. At his level of power, he easily took out Dragon, sending him back to hell. That is where D'ez made his mistake. He let Dragon live in a matter of weeks he threw hell into chaos. He managed to get his blade back and break out once more. D'ez being exiled until he captured and killed Dragon though, now it was impossible for him because the first thing Dragon did when he returned to the surface, he hunted the human down. The man was powerful, had everything. Dragon out of a fit of rage, his ember eyes turned golden. A rare happening that is triggered by rage or near death. Once he had his hands on the man he began skinning the man slowly. Cutting finger tips, inch by inch. He helped the man live by healing him up every night. He force fed the man so that he could not die of starvation. Dragon continued cutting the body up until all that was left was a torso and a head. The man on the table in tears, begging Dragon to end his life. But he had more in store. He skinned the man, inch by inch for a week, making sure to not let the man bleed out. Cut the mans ear and nose off. And finished that last piece by scooping his eyes out with his thumbs. The man was barely alive. He took the torso and carried it into an alleyway where stray dogs were, tossing the man in the dogs greedily began to bite on the man, attempting to eat the man Dragon watched for nearly an hour, waiting for the man to stop screaming. And once he did, Dragon left him there.
Dragon disappeared for years. Not even he remembered where. When he awoke, he was in a cabin, covered in dust. Getting up his bones cracked, every single one, the cracks echoing in the empty cabin. He had been sitting in a chair. He coughed a bit, getting some of the dust off of him. He was curious as to what had happened though decided to leave it be. It had been nearly fifty years since he had slaughtered the man. He had something on the left wrist, he pressed a few buttons as the world around him began to shift. He fell to the ground, his head throbbing. Everything looked the same, except the cabin was a different color. As time progressed it seemed as if it was a completely different dimension. Dragon visited different worlds and dimensions, Eventually, he got stuck in one. He was stuck in the futuristic style dimension, the planet was called Nu' Zenan. In their language it meant "Life". He had made friends with a male Zenian. The man helped him fix his dimension hopper, but in return Dragon had to help their planet for it was threatened by an unknown aliens. It was when the "aliens" landed he realized that, not only was the dimension hopper a way to go to different dimensions, but also a time traveling machine. The "aliens" were simply highly advanced humans. But of course, none the less humans. Dragon took them out in an instant. His friend told him that the hopper would only work once, it would return Dragon back to his dimension and time. At this point, he decided to stay longer. He trained there. Getting stronger. There he learned how to control his demonic side. Though, he never fully took all the power, in fear that it would consume him. When he felt he gained everything he could, he thanked his friend and went back to his time.