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The Dragon God of Tyranny(DxD)

“Why did I start killing?” Once asked this question by a associate, Mark Nathaniel Anderson, Grand Master Assassin had a few answers. “Anger at the world? Revenge for what happened to me? Because I am insane? Because I am a twisted monster? All are correct, but most importantly because it’s fun.” When it was finally his turn to die, by a stroke of luck, he was reborn in a new stolen body that had a treasure in the form of Ddraig. His new friend and mentor. His new path, the path of Dragons and Tyranny was set in stone. (MC is a ruthless hypocrite and a womanizer.)

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A Name Worthy Of a Dragon.

(Someone said that this fanfic is like a Cultivation Novel and I agree. I love Cultivation Novels as they have one of the best power systems. Also, should I gender-bend Vali? I get those comments a lot.)

Hephesus as the god of Blacksmiths would never tire in the forge once he had a goal. And forging the greatest weapons the Greek pantheon had ever seen was now his goal as he was doing it for his new lord. He could not afford to bring shame to Mark, a being who now held both Heavenly Dragons within himself.

Given time, he was sure that Mark would surpass every being in this world from Ophis to Great Red and beyond. As such, he had to prove himself to such a being that he was the best blacksmith to arm his allies and himself.

He had already created the masterpiece, Leavetine. And after another day of grueling work, he had created a third masterpiece of armor. Ares had already put on the new set of armor and had bound it to himself.

Calling this armor worthy of a War God was not stating it enough as the Greek armor made Ares look like a true War God. The suit was entirely black, as the Stygian Iron that went into making it along with Mark's scales had completely darkened it out.

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And once Ares had both his sword, spear, and armor on he felt his three Symbols of Power connect with his Divinity causing it to grow and surge. Ares raised his head and roared as his Divinity broke through the next rank.

Divine Energy surged off of his body in waves as the trinity of his Symbols of Power was already working. Only his sword was now lacking, but it was still made by Hephaestus long ago.

"I can reforge the sword later on, but I think you should get used to those two before that."

Ares looked up at Mark and grinned.

"So? Care to tango?"

Mark's giant mouth split into a toothy grin.

"Sure, just make sure to not cry."

He returned to his human form and warped the two of them into his training dimension. Once both of them arrived, Ares twirled his spear on his left and gripped his sword on the right.

The two of them jumped away from each other until they were 1,000 meters from each other. Mark raised his right hand and Laevatine appeared in his hands. The giant black blade began to heat up as Mark sent his Mana through it.

The black sword turned so hot that it glowed like a shard of the sun. And it radiated the heat of one too, but Ares in his new empowered state was no slouch. His Divine Aura surged into his body causing it to cause him to be engulfed in a corona of pure Divine Energy.

No words needed to be said as the two charged at each other faster than the speed of light. In their eyes, things moved in slow motion as Mark swung down his giant blade with the grace of a master swordsman.

As for Ares he raised his sword and in a smooth motion parried the sword to the ground, but before he could do anything else Mark swung back up in that same swing. Ares to the side to avoid the swing before he trusted toward Mark's face with his new unnamed spear.

He never named his weapons as the weapon would get its name from its acts of violence. Mark tilted his body and dodged the blow before he rushed past the spear to get closed. With one arm he thrust his sword toward Ares' chest.

"Curse of Weapons."

Instantly Mark felt like his weapon weighed a million tons, but he did not stop. His sword smashed right into Ares like a freight train and sent him flying into the distance. Mark waved his hand causing the curse of Ares to be removed.

He felt Laevetine rage at the insult in his mind.

'Don't rage boy. Control your anger.'

He felt the soul of his blade calm itself. Mark held it with both hands and crouched down with the sword on his shoulder. He looked into the distance where Ares was standing and his armor was not dented.

There was a big burning scratch on the armor, but with a wave of his hand, Ares fixed it. Neither one was going all out or Ares would have no chance. Mark had not even used the powers he had as a Heavenly Dragon, only his pure physical strength.

Even Ares was not using anything else besides, that small curse he used, but that changed now. He did not get his sword back and instead held his spear in two hands. He gripped the handle as a reddish-purple glow emerged.

Both of them grinned and they moved in an instant. Mark lept from his crouched position and spun in the air before swinging down with that momentum. As for Ares covered in a blaze of Divine Flames, he lept toward Mark in the air.

When they met up, Ares' spear hit Mark square in the gut, but Mark's sword did the same to Ares'. Mark clenched his abb muscles which turned them as strong as his scales and Ares did the same for his armor.

Even then, Mark sliced through the armor and into his shoulder while Ares actually pierced through his skin and muscles, but not very far. They both stopped as this was a spar, but a fight to the death.

Mark pulled his sword back while Ares did the same for his spear. Mark looked down at his abbs and saw a hole. His regeneration healed the hole faster than blood could leak, and Ares looked at his shoulder where a burning slice was in his armor.

"God damn, how strong as you. You didn't use any of your true abilities and I was still outclassed."

"I am a Heavenly Dragon, an unfair existence. Just keep training, and sparring with me and you will reach my level fast enough. But your skill is unmatched, I just brute force my way through the fight."

Ares unsummoned his armor as he as Mark did the same for his sword. Ares grinned as he patted Mark on the shoulder.

"I should thank you, I have not had someone I can call my friend in so long. Now, I have a question for you?"

"Which is?"

"Your name? You still have your human name, why?"

Hearing that made Mark open his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He let Ares speak as the god explained.

"Names have power, your name as 'Mark' is the name you had as a human. You have left that behind and now you are a dragon that can shake the world. Like those three pets you have, their names give them power, but yours, forgive me, but it holds you back."

[He is right. I was going to give you a name like my own as I gave you not just a part of my body, but my soul.]

{I still can't believe you did that Ddraig, but I would have done the same if you were my host. While I may not have any right to put my words in, you are deserving of a name fit for our kind. If you wish to become not just the Red and White Dragon Emperor, you need a name to suit your station.}

He started to laugh as he began to walk away. In a flash of power, he returned to his true form as a giant dragon and spread his large wings. He warped away and the location he warped to was one he could be taking a risk to come here.

It was the tallest Moutain in the World, mount Everest. He was close to both the Chinese and the Hindu gods, but he was not here to fight. He was just here to do what he should have done long ago.

He gripped the giant mountain and opened a massive Bounded Field around himself to make sure no one saw him there. He perched a top of the mountain as he stared off into the world from the tallest perch.

He just stayed like that, motionless for what seemed like hours. As he stayed immobile with neither Ddraig nor Albion bothering him though someone else spoke to him.

"What has you so troubled Heavenly Dragon?"

Mark looked down and saw a middle-school-aged boy with shiny blue-black hair speak to him. Mark could feel it, this was no boy, it was a god. And one that could kill him, but he did not care. He could not feel any threat so he laid back down on the Moutain.

"What do you think of names Shiva?"

Shiva smiled and explained.

"A name is what we are referred to by others. It is who we are, and what we are. I, Shiva am the God of Destruction while you are a dragon. Mark was it?"

"I never told you-"

Shiva shook his head.

"I foresaw we would meet here on this very mountain. Now that we are here, would you listen to my words?"

Mark lifted his head and looked down at Shiva.

"Of course."

Shiva began to speak.

"I can see that you are in turmoil at the moment. You wish to have a name worthy of a dragon, but you don't think you should name yourself. So, why not let me do it?"

Mark wanted to laugh, but Shiva was the strongest being in the world aside from Ophis and Great Red.

"If you would do me the honor of granting me a name."

Shiva took a good look at both Mark's body as a dragon and his soul as a man. He hosted both Albion and Ddraig and planned to surpass both. Not just them, he planned to defeat Ophis and Great Red and take their powers for himself.

He was prideful and ambitious, and his will was iron. As such he needed a name worthy of the strongest of dragons. One to take him far in the world.

"Your former name is Mark so let's keep the first two letters. Maulkath. You are the heir of Ddraig and Albion the dragons of Supremacy and Domination. You wish to rise supreme while dominating all who stand in your path.

And from the many elemental affinities let's take Space and Time. In Latin Dragon Emperor of Space and Time means Draco Imperator Spatii et Tempus. So

I name you Maulkath Imperator Tempus, The Dragon Emperor of Tyranny."

The moment Shiva the single most powerful being in this world gave him this name, he felt it. Deep from the Boosted Gear and Divine Dividing, both Principles of Domination and Supremacy acknowledged him and fused together for him.

Ddraig and Albion watched as their strongest powers of them left them to join no longer Mark, but Maulkath as a new Principle, The Principle of Tyranny. When this new Principle took its place Maulkath's power surged.

Before this, he stood in the top 8, but during their life, Ddraig and Albion stood in the top 6 spots surpassed by the God of the Bible who was at the 5th. But Maulkath had both of their powers which caused his rank to shoot up all the way to the 5th.

Maulkath began to float in this Bounded Field as an evolution cocoon surrounded him. The only being to observe this or know of this was Shiva, the God of Destruction. He smiled as he saw the future and as he said, Mark now named Maulkath would bring Tyranny to all his foes, but bring greatness to his friends and allies.

And he decided to throw his support to Maulkath. Especially when the tribulations that their world was to face, they would need someone powerful like Maulkath. But he liked interesting things so he would keep that to himself.

For now though he would just make sure no one disturbed the evolution of Maulkath.

Who would have thought Elden Ring had the answer I was looking for?

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