One Winged Angel

= One Winged Angel =
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Everything here takes place in the Dukverse AU. 
= Prologue =
The forest burned.
not like the dragon cared. he was the one that started it, after all. he wore a thick mask over his face which made his breath echo through, with two bright lights attached to the top, and had a orange-and-white striped pattern across his scales. he held a contraption in his hand, built like a crossbow, but had the firepower to destroy something with the squeeze of a claw.
him, along with five other dragons with the same mask, trudged through what once was a mighty fort. the corpses of other dragons, this time black with four wings, lay on the ground, their eyes lifeless and their mouths agape in fear. the dragon kicks one, checking to make sure they were dead.
a dragon flies through the crumbled roof, wearing a mask and holding a scroll.
"Captain! the General got word from your success," they say, landing on the ground and handing the scroll to the other. he smiles to himself. Finally, some word from the General. if I keep this up, I can take his place.
"good. when you head back to Helsing, tell him it wont be the only one," the Captain says, handing back the scroll to the messenger, who salutes and flies away.
the soldiers and the Captain keep walking through the ruins. eventually they stop at the foot of a large door, the shoddy barricades guarding it broken. the Captain leans down and plucks a gem out of a dead dragons hand, and puts it into the slot in the middle, twisting it sideways. he steps back and watches as the door slowly begins to open, the gears inside grinding as it does.
inside, a pedestal in the center of a domed room holds a shard of a bright white material. farther in the corner, a wounded black dragon clutches a hole in her shoulder, blood spilling out uncontrollably. she wore a red shoulder pad on their right arm, with a smaller version of the item the Captain was holding on the floor, seemingly useless. using her free arm, she takes a small knife out of the shoulder pad and points it at the soldiers.
"stay back," she grunts, wincing as the wound continues to expel blood. the Captain does not stay back, and kicks the dragon to the ground, kicking the knife away and stomping on the dragons arm. they shout in agony as the Captain leans down.
"silly bird. do you ever learn your lesson?" he chuckles, flexing his claws, which had a twisted, serrated edge to them. "fly too close to the sun, you'll melt and come crashing back down."
the black dragon spits on the Captains mask. "burn and die in a fire," 
He frowns and walks over to the pedestal, snatching the shard off and putting it in a case.
"what do we do now?" a soldier asks. the Captain looks around for a moment, thinking.
"burn it down," he finally says, coldly. "all of it," the soldier nods and whistles outside, and as the dragons file out of the fort, two others walk in. if you could call them dragons, anyway, with glowing red eyes and built of metal, and their footsteps shattering the floor.
they walk away as fire spew from the metal dragons mouths, the last of the fort collapsing in on itself as fire surges through it.
the only thing the Captain heard over the roar of the flames was the screams of the black dragon inside.
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