A Devil in the Making

" Monsters aren't born. They are made."
 Prologue 
Perspective: Third Person
Characters: Nigel/Devil and Rhaegal/the Challenger
He lay on the ground, scales scorched and blood oozing out of his many wounds. The massive male glared into the eye of his challenger, the intensity in his hateful gaze lessening by the second. He could feel his power being drained. He felt something he'd never felt since his early days of childhood.
Helplessness...
It was funny how such a powerful being could be taken down by one simple act.
The draggon's train of thought was broken by his challenger's triumphant roar..
" The Devil has fallen!"
 Chapter One ~ Beginnings 
Characters:Young Nigel, Mother Gust, Father Rumble
A white, slender dragoness lay atop a large clutch of eggs. She nuzzled each and every one lovingly, a warm smile upon her snout.
A massive, black and purple male entered the cave where she rested carrying a deer carcass in his jagged jaws. 
The dragoness turned her attention to her mate, " Hello, Rumble."
He dropped the carcass before rushing to his mate, nuzzling her tenderly. " How are the eggs, Gust?" Rumble asked curiously.
" Should be due any second now, love," She smiled. Gust raised her wing to reveal seven large eggs, each colored either a deep purple mixed with black splotches or white with grey lightning bolts. 
Rumble licked her cheek as he proudly gazed upon the clutch, " They're just beautiful, my love. A fine batch indeed! They'll grow up to be big and strong just like their father and mother. My boys will be the greatest in the land, they'll conquer tribes and rule justly!." He grinned, puffing out his chest.
Gust chuckled, " Don't get ahead of yourself, Rumble. " She shook her head, " They could be girls."
Rumble smiled, " Well then, my girls and boys will be the best dragons that ever lived!"
Gust laid her head down, " Of course, dear. I will go catch some sleep.." Her eyes shut as she curled around the clutch.
Rumble laid beside her, laying his head on her feathered back. He let out a loud, rumbling snore.
" No wonder you're called 
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Category:Nontraditional Species
Category:Stories