Chosen(Intro/Prologue)

I was sleeping atop my mound of dead. Passively feeding as I was resting here in my underground land of death.

Then I noticed a change. I no longer felt the bodies beneath me, but the power of death around me has skyrocketed. I open my eyes to a soothing grim darkness surrounding me. Then I see a figure that gives off the most wonderful scent and deathly cold aura. It was very comfortable. Never before have I considered a human as beautiful before, but this one was an exception.

The human laughs in a sound that would evoke chills in other, but for me it was like music.

"I am not a human my dear dragon. I am Death herself. I am known most commonly by the ones in the know as Lady Death though.", Lady Death says to me.

If she is death than she is the one thing I've always loved the most. I have never loved anything else but death for as long as I can remember. Its taste, smell, the sound of death, it was all lovely.

She smiles at me and speaks, "You are oldest and largest Vaal Hazak of your elder dragon species. As well as the strongest. You have brought the most death over the many ages of your world. You are magnificent. Which is why I brought you here. I want you to be my companion. I can think of no one better. What say you elder dragon?"

With a ghastly voice, words flow from me for the first time, "I will be your companion Lady Death."

Lady Death's smile becomes wider and more amazingly horrific, "Good, then I shall name you. From this time forward and past, you will be THE Vaal Hazak; the patron of your species, Elder Dragon of Death, and Companion of Lady Death. I now bestow you an alternate form, in case you are ever in need of it."

An image of my alternate form appears in my mind. As well as how to shift to it and back. I prefer my dragon form though.

Lady Death then opens her arms and beckons, "Bring down your head Vaal Hazak."

I then lower my head into her arms. She hugs my snout, "Ah, you feel wonderful, like dead things."

Her embrace was cold and lifeless, but that's what made it wonderful. She then breaks the hug.

She walks over to her throne of bone and dead flesh. She calls, "Come and lay around my throne with me. See how I work while you feed on the ambient death element. Also be ready to do some things for me, there are some people that dare reject me after all."

I walk over and coil around her throne, my head resting on her right. It feels good here, better than at my old nest. I say ghoulishly, "Gladly."

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Author's note: I am open for world suggestions. Criteria is if the world as a character that is cheating death someway, somehow. They can be villain, hero, anti-hero, a part time hero, whatever. All that matters is that they didn't die when they "should've".