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Shill screams escaped from my mouth as the emerald flames danced around my body trying to devout it but to naught.

Every time, my body burnt... it healed instantly. The pain was imaginable, I could feel every last drop of blood in my body evaporating.

It got to a point where my mind felt numb to the pain but my nerves could not bear it continuously.

My brain felt a little dead inside, as I moved my body slowly. Pain filled my chest once again.

My heart was beating fast and hard, as I had just run similar to a stallion. The pain made me lose consciousness again and again, only to wake up... alive without a passing of seconds.

What the fuck is this torture....? Is this the seven hells that the new gods speak of? My eyes lifted off from the ground, my entire body being the only thing in the cave burning continuously.

I glanced straight forward where the dragon's eye stared at me... unblinking. Anger seeped through my entire body, unleashing blood energy I instantly put the flames out.

I walked forward, towards the viridescent eyes in front, the charred and molten flesh falling off my body where new ones began to form.

I had not seen my face but one thing was certain, I would look like a person's worst nightmare if they saw me.

The dragon in the darkness screeched loudly, its body shaking as it did so. Its head turned back to me, its jaws opened wide displaying fangs that were larger than my hand as a ball of emerald fire illuminated the cave.... shooting out.

However, this time I was prepared. As if a hot knife cutting through butter, I walked forward as the green flames evaded me to their best.

"Bona iksin nūmāzma." I looked at the dragon creeping into the darkness as I expressed how much of a rude welcome it was.

Cannibal The Wild. The one who sleeps for eternity. There were many tales and speculations about Cannibal.

Some say, he resided in Dragonstone before the Targaryens and was under the banner of another dragonlord family while some say he was the keeper who ate wild dragons to control the population during the days of Valyria.

However, in my opinion. Cannibal is a coward. He sleeps all the time, in his cave, and never comes out... only when wanting to prey on a few dragons.

A true evil by nature. He reminds me of myself, if I was not the heir or had no Targaryen pride.

I would be like the Cannibal... if that were the case and a vampire. However, I am not... nor a coward.

"Cannibal. Eman māzigon naejot gūrogon ao." I spoke carelessly as I walked forward unceasingly, expressing to him that I was here to claim him for myself.

I could feel his cold breath upon my body, his eyes piercing through me... searching for something, it was as if he was wondering why I am not dead.

I smirked as I looked at him...

"Sagon ñuhon. You lousy, overgrown lizard... surrender to me or you die."

Cannibal opened his mouth as his fangs gleamed like polished gold. His teeth were sharp and long with saliva dripping down. The scales on his body shined under the light of the fires.

The moment I entered the cave, I felt like going back home as soon as possible... even before actually... since the time I traveled by sea.

Today, I had faced many fears and here I was standing alive.

The moment I entered the darkness, this territory was mine. After all, I can see better in the darkness rather than the light.

Another thing... my body was filled with blood dripping, it was overflowing. A maniacal smile took over my visage as another green flame conjured into the cave, sucking all breath.

As he wished... at that moment I connected all my blood flowing out of my body with my Blood Energy, using it as a medium.

Then I turned all of it into many sharp blades. All blood had become a storm of many massive swords, they hovered in the air before rushing towards Cannibal at the speed of light.

He was shocked and tried to move away... however, he was too slow. A few sliced his left wing, and right leg and some cut deep into the flesh beneath his neck... slicing it clean off, and exposing his throat.

The dragon roared loudly as he squirmed in pain, blood trailing down his body.

This is good... let him bleed.

After a while, the dragon slowed down... his movements becoming sluggish.

I stood there, observing my work of art.

The Targaryens have many sayings, 'The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion', 'Dragons are smarter than humans.'

All of those are horse shit. The reason why we do not control the dragons is because we are weak... at least compared to the Dragonlords in Valyria.

Dragons are intelligent, yes but they are beasts in the end. Nothing but the greatest weapons of Valyria. They were meant to rule the skies... not sleep in the dark.

I walked forward, scooping a handful of Cannibal's blood in my palms before slugging it down my throat.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! A moan of ecstasy escaped my mouth. Instantly my regeneration fastened as the upcoming headache disappeared too.

Power filled every inch of my body and all because of a single cup of blood. A little greedy, I began to drink more and more to my heart's content.

Finally satisfied, I walked towards the head of Cannibal. His eyes wide open but half nearing death, they groaned lightly upon seeing me.

"It is funny is it not? The great cannibal devoured?" I said as my voice echoed throughout the cave.

I touched his scales. They felt harder than metal, it surprised me how my blood swords were able to pierce but then again, the speed they moved could pierce through Valyrian Steel itself according to me.

My blood as a medium really is a cheat coupled with the strange energy in this cave.

At that moment, memories of the dragon Cannibal's life appeared in my mind, in the premise of pictures that could move.

A young dragon, born out of an experiment between dragons and bones of the Gaelanyon Dragonlord Family.

The Gaelanyons were a Dragonlord family whose blood was extremely toxic and a single drop could poison the strongest of dragons or men into a cruel death.

However, the experiment failed horribly, Cannibal grew from a baby dragon into a large one in a matter of seconds before devouring the entire of Naelreos family, a small Dragonlord family a little superior to Targeryans.

The Naelreos were experimenting on dragons to jump a few ranks in the Dragonlord Board and gain prestige, however, their experiment cause their end.

Since then Cannibal disappeared from Valyria, after eating his previous master and hid himself on Dragonstone to escape from the Valyrians looking for him in terms of revenge.

Since then, he has lived on Dragonstone... eventually forgetting the world outside and the existence of everything.

Only sleeping as a living corpse and eating dragons for food. In a way, he was similar to a dangerous child in a rebellious stage.

"I can not let you die now? Can I?" How should I wake him back to life though? Hmmm... I thought about it and subconsciously my body moved.

An unnatural drop of purple blood formed on my index finger before dropping onto the massive dragon's dying carcass and then... slowly into its mouth.