Black runes dissolve from it; caustic red flares away, as the violet light emanating from it retreats. Our united Bloodwalker power begins to dissolve the ancient rune-binding curses upon the Usurper; our Bloodbond’s massive Ouroboros unites infinitely now, as a gargantuan auric flame whirls in a cyclone around the heart now, from us.
But those who created the Usurper don’t accept what my drakes and I are doing. A soul-ruining shriek issues from all those black cursesthroughout the beast’s heart, as I feel a different presence thunder towards us in this Void.
Infinitely black, five demons of dragons surge to us now, riddled with caustic crimson sigils as ultraviolet fire pours through their veins. The stars scatter, other souls fleeing, as Hedda and her drakes surround our light in the Black Dragon’s Void.
Hedda and her Bloodmates seethe with ultimate malevolence as their gargantuan black dragons roil. But as they arrive, I see they are not alone in their midnight madness. Lithava and her drakes’ dragon-spirits are with them, overrun by the malevolent souls of Hedda and her drakes.
I see how Lithava and each of her drakes have been completely consumed by Hedda and her ancient Bloodbond; nothing of my sister or her mates exists anymore, as I see her dragon melded so completely into the seething darkness that is Hedda, that I do not know where one begins and the other ends.
I have only one moment to feel the deepest sadness for my sister and her drakes, as a soul-aching compassion for their end floods me. But then Hedda and her wights attack us with a towering wall of midnight fire, heaving it right at us.
My drakes and I pull back fast, erecting a massive shield-wall all around us for protection. Hedda and her drakes are unhinged as they seethe around us, dark like ghosts on the wind.
Shrieking and roiling, they gnash their teeth, roaring in unholy tones as they hammer us with their black fire, over and over. We pulse our shield-wall now, heaving tremendous gouts of auric fire at them to blast their wights away, but I already know it will never work.
Because fighting will only provoke more fighting in this place where division reigns. We could fight endlessly inside the Black Dragon’s Void and nothing would come of it except pain, as we battle until the end of time.
And Hedda and her mates have lost themselves to the cosmic rift energy that created this space. I see how they are combined with thedarkness, as they seethe like mad specters now, not separate from this Void but a part of it.
They are the Rift energy itself as they hammer our bright shield, over and over. I feel my connection to the Black Dragon’s heart slipping as we fight inside its Void.
Beyond, I feel how the actual beast in the living world has started to Wraith again, roaring to the blackened skies as it coats everything with malevolent death once more. It’s then that I know our fighting will only tear the Black Dragon apart—and make it tear up the entire world, all over again.
Suddenly, I cease fighting. As my realization spreads, that fighting here will only drive the Usurper to endless madness, exploding its bitter ropes and the Rift over the entire earth, all my drakes halt our attack inside our auric shield.
I bring myself back from hate now. I know love is the only force that will heal this; turning to Bjorn, I seize his auric body now, crushing him with a kiss.
That kiss blazes, coming straight from my heart for everything he is and always will be. As he kisses me back forcefully, with towering love in this endless space, it ignites a truly cosmic energy inside all my drakes.
Still protected by our auric shield, we crash into lovemaking now; a firestorm erupts between us, as our auric bodies heave and roil, and have sex deep inside the blackness.
I feel each of my drakes penetrate me deep, as Lærke holds us in united solidarity. We scream our best screams as each of my drakes is taken by every other, and I am taken by them all in this impossibly unifying space.
Indescribable, it’s so far beyond physical recognition as my auric body heaves, as I rut and fuck and scream in my oneness with my bound drakes. Because we are truly united now, as our auric fire heaves to an impossible infinity, filling the space.
It lights up every corner of the Black Dragon’s Void, as all those countless stars trapped here suddenly shine with us, infinitely bright. We are thelodestone at the center of it all, as we heave and roil and cosmically fuck, braiding together throughout those endless, trapped stars.
It is not the magic of life that fills me now, nor death; neither Blood nor Bone Magic are dominant inside me, as we find a true unity together, unlike any that has come before.
I finally understand what my Ancestors once told me, that life and death are linked. I have sought one and found the other, as I hurtle up towards climax along with all my drakes, even Lærke now. And I’ve sought the other and found the One, as we finally crest hard, in infinite climax.
Together.
I have never been so alive as we hit that climax, as one. As our auric wildfire blazes through the space, the Black Dragon’s heart is engulfed entirely—as are the broken souls of Hedda and her drakes.
There is no more darkness as the black Bloodrunes from the Usurper’s heart boil in our white flame, burned out upon our towering wave of united love. I feel Ström’s immense curse-breaking skills, and my affinity to unlock things which have been locked, open up the entirety of the Black Dragon’s heart now.
As our white fire scalds that vast organ, Mikkel’s indomitable mind-magic synergizes with Lærke’s, urging every part of the Black Dragon to uncoil and receive us. Baldur’s tremendous ability to create a different fate rises now, unraveling the fate which was created for the Black Dragon.
We all help it find its desired fate now, as Bjorn’s vast energy superpowers everything, hauling all my drakes’ Bloodwalker abilities into one. Every last black sigil upon the surface of the creature’s heart suddenly shatters, unraveled by our love.
Dissipating back into the universe.
But one last sigil resists. The blackest, at the very core of Jormungandr’s heart, Hedda’s last surviving shred of soul heaves at me through the final sigil. I feel her pierce me; deep inside, she tries to curse my heart instead, with the infernal blackness that has cursed hers.
But as I pour my everlasting love through all my drakes and evenLærke now, giving them everything I have unto the ends of the universe and back, I feel them pour all that love back into me. I give them everything now, instead of taking. I give them all my love, my fealty, my blessing, and my knowledge of who we truly are in the cosmos.
It superpowers them, and me, as they cascade all that endless love back into me. We burn brighter than the entire cosmos now as we shine from the inside out; it’s something Hedda could never do, nor Lithava either, to give their everything to their drakes and unite them in true love like this.
