The End 2

***The End 2*** is the sequel to The End and the last canon story of the The End Universe. It surrounds the son of Nequit Dominum, Maledictus Dominum, and the tragedy as he devolves from predator to demon. When all is nearly lost, the last standing wall in the way of Dominum's claiming of the World, is the Tyrant King--Tyrance.

## Cast:

Tyrance

Maledictus Dominum

Tyria

Difference

Claw

Talon

Earth and his three Mapusaurs

Verendus

A world, once governed by the largest, strongest, and most unique collective of beings to ever exist—is being torn apart. An asteroid, from the depths of the universe, is rendering all of the peace and prosperity of the land to bone. However, not all are dead yet—many dinosaurs still walk—some not even bothered by the extinction, once they get passed the dreadful debris covering that coats the sun—shielding all light from glazing the land. It has been five-years since the meteorite ended the peace—and my, how worse have things gotten.

Half of North America, is covered in an endless flame—of which acid-rain strives to extinguish, but only worsens. Thousands of boulders still ram into the Earth every day—creating spontaneous showers of death, who seldom allow anything to survive. The only beasts who are not affected are the dinosaurs who have taken to the skies—the avians, birds. Pterosaurs, sadly cause of their large size—are going extinct, suffering the same fate as their non-avian friends on the ground. All of the world is dying, all except the single most important last grouping of dinosaurs in North America—the ones in the Golden-Land.

Not very many made it there, approximately being a population of four-thousand individuals—but those that did were set for awhile. It’s funny—how most believe these natural disasters and tremors have been the only cause of extinction—when it was not. Five years ago, when the meteorite first hit—a demon prowled; the savage dragon, whose name alone could kill—Nequit Dominum. He killed thousands in his life, and ate about a fourth—but he met his much needed end at the hands of the greatest animal to have ever walked the Earth—Tyrance, the Tyrant King.

The regal *Tyrannosaurus*, who had been through so much in his life already—suffered the loss of his family at the talons of Dominum. After a year, he enacted his revenge, with the help of Egypt, a legendary *Spinosaurus*—who sadly happened to be Nequit’s final victim. He reunited with the only known surviving member of his family, his mate, Tyria—and together they took back the Golden-Land. For five-years they have lived there, unopposed, unrivaled in their dominance over the land. Free to enact the balance against the only surviving herd in North America—the three-thousand member *Anatotitan*, *Triceratops*, and *Alamosaurus* one. It is strange though, how Tyrance has not returned to the mountain that he called home for years, Taghia-Sakhra; it looks as though he will have to—for this fool’s peace seems to be fading.

Three-fourths of the watering holes across the Golden-Land are drying up, and not just for a seasonal drought—they were drying up in spring, summer, fall and winter—signifying, that they were gone. Only five remain, one in the waterfall of Corinae—beautiful rapids that splash down into a river—and four others few and far across the land. The herds too, are dying—with only four-hundred being left of the main herd—it really doesn’t look good. Tyrance, the Tyrant King of the Dinosaurs—knows this, and so does the Tyrant Queen. The Tyrant King is coated in majestic reddish-brown scales throughout his body, all except the underbelly—which is cream white. His back, running up to the nape of his neck, around the torso, and all the way down his tail is coated in brown downy feathers, of which cling to him like fur to a lion.

Because of his now age of twenty-five, which is old for a T.rex, his skull bones have become denser—which has increased his bite force, making it now twenty-four thousand pounds—but decreased his quickness when opening the jaw. He looms over the world at eighteen-feet tall and fifty-two feet long. Tyrance’s amber eyes glanced at Tyria—she was a magnificent tyrannosaur, and if not for Tyrance—she would be the strongest ever. Her eyes were a light green, and they connected to her orange skull—which matched her deep orange body scales, and deep-red feathers—which were located in the same areas as Tyrance’s. She was seventeen-feet tall, and forty-eight feet long.

Both of these rex have a small cooing sack hanging from their submental triangle to their delphian—a trait in all theropods. As the golden nature of the Golden-Land begins to die, these two are beginning to worry. The Tyrant King and Queen perched themselves atop a hill abundant with flowers, and grass—before Tyrance cooed aloud, as acid-rain clouds approached in the distance—that it was time to head towards the center—and reclaim, Taghia-Sakhra.

Another theropod, Difference—the *Abelisaurus*, the last of his kind, made it to the Golden-Land.  He aided in the destruction of Nequit Dominum—having sent a flurry of rocks tumbling onto the demon’s feet. There was one thing that Difference always wanted, and that was a mate—but with his species going extinct, it really doesn’t look good. Difference is nine-feet tall and thirty-feet long, with a grayish blue feathered torso, and pale white underbelly.

The area of land within Dhahabi’ard, another name bestowed to the Golden-Land, that Difference had conquered—the South-West—was beginning to deny those who trotted upon it luxury—for the rivers were reduced to a puddle, and the vegetation to tumbleweeds. Redwoods, maples, willows and sycamores once stood tall—but they are now gone, with only a few still intact—most left with half a truck as their remains. Difference was fifteen when the meteorite first hit, and he is now twenty—which is nearing peak age for an allosaur—but he might not even make it to his olden-years. The *Abelisaurus* knows this, and as the sun sets on the southernmost portion of Dhahabi’ard—he is preparing to venture out for the final time. It seems I was wrong in him being an *Allosaurus*, for Difference is indeed an abelisaur. His stocky black and blue skull details it.

Another survivor of the end, Claw, the now fifteen-year old brave *Dakotaraptor*—whose sole will to save her unborn child was enough to activate her burning desire to live—of which took her to the Golden-Land. Even though she did not face Nequit Dominum, she encountered him—and knew of his horrific deeds prior to her arrival at the South-Eastern sector of Dhahabi’ard. Claw’s child, named Talon, is now five-years old—a stunning achievement too. Eight-feet tall and coated in a thick coat of brown downy feathers—if he could carry on his genes, he might be the next step in dromaeosaurid evolution. Sadly, there is no more dromaeosaurid evolution. It seems a few things were wrong with my interpretation of Claw five-years ago. He was actually a she, and she was a *Dakotaraptor* not a *Deinonychus*—I was confused by her relatively small stature.

Claw herself is eight-feet tall, sixteen feet-long, and covered black and white downy feathers—except her tail, which end in red and blue turkey-like plumes. The cave that her and her son have nested in for five-years is beginning to be taken by the end, for acid-rain encroaches in the far distance—and short but bitter debris showers happen every twelve-hours. Talon chirped to Claw in their dromaeosaurid language that they needed to leave, to which his mother cooed back in agreement. A leftover Thescelosaurus carcass sat in the back of the mossy, and wet cave. Claw and Talon devoured what was left of it—tearing off strips of fatty flesh and hurling it into the backs of their throats.

When they had their fill, and blood had stained their facial feathers—the family hastily began a trot outside of the cave, hoping to find the center of the Golden-Land—it is their only shot. Fifty miles North-West of Claw and Talon, one of the bravest and most honorable survivors of the extinction, Earth, and his pack of three Mapusaurus—still dominate the niche that Tyrance doesn’t. Even though their species is originally from Argentina, they have acclimated to North America. Earth faced Dominum; Nequit had killed four members of his pack—and the rage and pain that filled Earth after was insatiable. Him and his pack of three knocked over a boulder atop the fissure that Tyrance, Egypt, and Dominum did battle within.

The boulder broke Dominum’s foot—and even though he regenerated, it gave Tyrance and Egypt the upper-hand. Earth himself is sixteen-feet tall, forty-feet long, and covered in a very, very, light coat of orangish-red downy feathers. His three other members are fifteen-feet tall, thirty-five feet long, and coated in yellow downed feathers. Their feathers and scale colors are the same. The location that him and his pack chose was suitable for five-years, before the end took hold of it. Land-splitting earthquakes are now normal, whilst limnic eruptions and acid-rain are as common as animals at a watering hole. Small, but deadly tsunamis ravage the hilly, grassy landscape of the Eastern Golden-Land; Earth knows it his time for him and his pack to venture out, towards the last salvation—the only place that, as far as his knowledge has told him, is safe—the central Golden-Land.

As Earth and his pack of three hiked down a hill, and into a vast sticky swamp—Claw and Talon hiked North-West, around a river, up a grassy hill, and into a rocky canyon—Difference trotted North-West outside of his sycamore grove,and into a redwood forest that lied eerily next to the infamous fissure, of which within Nequit Dominum and Egypt met their end. Tyrance and Tyria, as a mated pair, a unit—hiked outside of the willow outcropping, and across a rocky plateau before reaching a mountainous region. A small diagonal pathway led up and around the mountains. Tyrance believed he had crossed by this region at one point in his life, but he was mistaking it with another mountain passing in Hell Creek.

The two tyrants hiked up the pathway, and into the vast unknown—guided only by their noses, and knowledge of terrain. As the sun sets upon the world, and only one place remains holy within the Golden-Land—that being the middle—these eight beasts, Tyrance, Tyria, Claw, Talon, Difference, Earth and his pack of three, who persevered through the worst, are fighting against the odds for survival; but, as the extinction is a dominant force of fear—something else is brewing within the once sacred Golden-Land. Five-years ago, a green-scaled *Abelisaurus* female, named Verendus, had gotten hold of something that should have been forgotten.

An egg, colored pale-white, and spotted blue, gold, and red. Verendus, having lost three of her children to Nequit Dominum, took in the egg—for it strangely mimicked the scent of an abelisaur egg. It was strange though, for Verendus did not catch the scent of the egg at all—until she placed her snout upon it. The female *Abelisaurus* took in the egg, unknowingly raising the son of a demon. Now, five-years later, as lightning strikes in the background, and normal rain plummets from the heavens—the spawn of hell walks this planet.

The child, whose existence, no matter who raised him—was one of pain, and discord. ***The child of*** ***Nequit Dominum***

**Chapter two:**

Thunder filled the air, as rain awoke those who were not—but this only stimulated Tyrance and Tyria further, who ventured up through a rocky passing. With each step, the massive tyrannosaurs sent rocks plummeting off the mountain; Tyrance clucked to Tyria that they needed to watch their step, for this rocky path between two mountains could crumble at any moment. The passing was visibly worn by the events of extinction. The rocks had lost their color, most likely because of over exposure to acid-rain—and the cliffside was filled with moss and thousands of cracks and holes.

***This was no place two tyrants should be***. *Quetzalcoatlus* and other pterosaurs soared high above the sky, as Tyrance and Tyria trotted through the passing. A min-earthquake was running by, shaking the land—damaging the passing. Tyrance was very worried about this quake, if it were to worsen—even a little—it could decimate the passing, and kill Tyria. Tyrance’s fears came to fruition, as the earthquake rattled a cliff high above them—sending boulders plummeting to the ground! Tyrance released a high alert bellow to Tyria, signaling for her to run as fast as possible to the other side. The rex lumbered their muscular and massive bodies to the other side, each step crackling and destroying the rocky mountain passing.

Luckily, for them, they made it to the other side—just before the earthquake were to worsen. They hiked around a ravine, before reaching a creek within a lush, heavily forested woodland. The two hiked through the forest, as leaves fell onto their feathered backs—and the avians chirping irritated their alert ears. Tyrance stopped his stride, and cooed to Tyria what could be translated as a need to eat. Tyria released a guttural vibration, signifying that she agreed. The two thrusted their heads up and began to sniff around—hoping that the scent of an herbivore would fill their olfactory bulbs. Tyrance lowered his snout, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath; Tyria did the same, for they had caught a scent—the scent of *Triceratops*.

Tyrance’s overall dissatisfaction is because trike’s are a bothersome prey—unyielding in their fight for survival, even against the two most powerful predators to ever exist. Tyria began to pant like a lion on the savannah, as Tyrance’s cooing sack expanded and shrunk—expelling a loud vocal vibration even though his mouth was closed, signaling that they would take on the trike. Rain trickled down the oak leaves and down onto the rex’s feathered backs—as Tyrance and Tyria trotted through the forest, leaving giant theropod footprints in their wake, and scaring away the *Thescelosaurus* and *Troodons* on the forest floor.

*Acheroraptor* males wrestled for dominance to the far left, inside a buildup of fallen leaves—as the females watched from a distance—instinctively choosing their mate. Tyria stared off to her right, now looking at Tyrance, and his regal stroll; his head bobbed back and forth slowly, such as modern-day birds—and his down-like feathers clung to his body unrelentingly. A mile away from Tyrance, turkey-like *Thescelosaurus*, whose blue gobble necks were almost as visible as the red and yellow long plumes on their tails—hung onto tree branches by their three-taloned feet, chirping with fear at the passing tyrannosaurs. Pteranodons soared high above, releasing echoing trills and coos—as Tyrance and Tyria jogged down a grassy hill, through more woodland, before coming upon a vast grassland.

Luckily for these two, the grass was high—and near perfectly concealed them from sight. Tyrance stopped his trot, and crouched down low; Tyria did the same, for directly ahead—a ten-foot tall, and thirty-foot long adult male Triceratops lie. The beast was alone, and grazing upon the tall grass—completely at peace, and unaware of the predators that surround him. Tyrance swayed his feathered tail to the right quickly, signaling to Tyria to flank the beast. Tyria prowled around the trike, the tall grass irritating her face, as she prowled as high as she could on her footpads—this act completely quieted the usual sound that a tyrannosaur walking would make, and is a common tactic in predators during a hunt.

The alpha-female snuck around the *Triceratops*, until she was directly behind it—not all she had to do was wait for Tyrance. The Tyrant King, the one dinosaur—the one animal who was capable of killing Nequit Dominum, sprung from his hiding to face the trike—a deafening bellow silencing the land. The *Triceratops* lifted its head from grazing and released a guttural parrot-like coo in return, but Tyrance had plans other than facing him for now. The Tyrant King continued to terrify the trike, who backed up in horrific fear—as Tyrance smashed his feet into the ground and bared his thick teeth through his lips.

Tyrance opened his maw and closed it, in order to clamp his jaws—for he knew it sent shivers down the herbivore’s vertebrae. The trike was dwarfed by Tyrance, but it was a male, and like modern day bulls would not backdown without a fight. The Tyrant King desisted his terror-attacks, for from behind the ceratopsian—Tyria leaped. The Tyrant Queen pounced onto the back of the trike, clamping onto his spinal column—sending him jolting his head back in pain—but this would be the end, as Tyrance ducked down and clamped onto the bottom of his neck; with ease, the Tyrant King enacted his full bite-force of twenty-four thousand pounds—shattering the neck of the *Triceratops*.

Tyria released her grip of the beast—blood dripping down her maw—while Tyrance moved his grip over to the jugular vein of the herbivore, and yanked his neck back in order to be certain he was dead. Tyrance then dropped the trike to the ground, lifeless; blood trickled down bother of the rex’s maws, as Tyrance placed one of his theropod feet onto the corpse of the trike, and dug his talons deep into the flesh, before hurling his head up and bellowing a territorial, victory roar—and Tyria soon did the same.

The two then tore into the carcass, with Tyrance tearing off an entire leg and tossing it into his mouth; in a series of four loud crunches, the leg was gone—now falling into the Tyrant King’s stomach. Tyria sank her dagger-like teeth into the belly of the beast, sheared through, and pulled away—now with a three-hundred pound piece of flesh in her mouth, of which she swallowed quickly with a toss of her neck. The two feasted in intervals for hours—taking breaks, and then eating again constantly. It was amazing how they maintained their relatively lean and muscular builds, considering how much they ate and how easy food came.

When they had their fill, Tyrance dragged the carcass back into the woodland, and underneath a tree—in order to shield them from the rain. Tyrance sat underneath the tree like a resting rooster, his thighs hinged next to his pelvis, and two arms on the grass; Tyria had fallen asleep underneath the trees and amongst the tall grass, leaving Tyrance to defend the carcass—a job he couldn’t have loved more. For three-hours Tyrance guarded the carcass, patiently awaiting his mate’s awakening; of course he moved around every now and then, stretching his muscles—and yawning. The tree shielded his body from a majority of the rain, although a good amount still soaked his feathers.

Like the lightning that struck in the background, Tyria’s softball-sized green eyes opened—but before she could stand up, a nightmare took hold of the land. Tyrance bellowed in fear, as an earthquake suddenly came—shaking the land with fierce prowess. Small trees collapsed, and the sounds of tree-dwelling beasts being crushed filled the air—as Tyrance struggled to his feet, bellowing with all his might for Tyria to get up. every time the alpha-female tried to stand she was rocketed back to the ground, this was not good! Tyrance carefully ran back to Tyria and attempted to drag her over, but it was too late—as like a sword slicing the earth, the land began to crack and crumble, as a colossal fissure widened its reach.

Tyrance trilled in fear, and watched, as the land separated him from his mate. The trike carcass fell into the depths of the Earth, such as the tree they were resting near; Tyria luckily made it to the other side of the fissure. The family was now separated—it couldn’t get worse could it? Tyrance cooed to Tyria, sort of asking if she was okay—as the fissure’s reach became longer, stretching across the entirety of the woodland, plain, and into a chapparal—creating an immense ravine. The earthquake came, and went—but its damage did not leave. Tyrance and Tyria, are now separated—an act by fate? Perhaps—could it have happened at a worse time? No.

Tyria cooed to Tyrance, releasing a deep chirp that she will follow his scent around the ravine—until they meet up again. The Tyrant King chirped back in agreement, before beginning a fast bounce-walk off his toes to his left—he had to find Tyria again as fast as possible, vice versa. Being alone in this cruel world was a nightmare even for the greatest predator of all time—but Tyrance did not fear for himself, but for his mate, and with random events like this earthquake happening—he couldn’t be more afraid for her safety—she for his.

Five-miles South-West, Difference, the *Abelisaurus*—is on his way through an eery, deciduous redwood forest. Many leaves have fallen, signifying it was fall—maintaining the balance of nature, despite the destruction of it; various redwoods have collapsed, clinging diagonally to other trees, whilst corpses of a variety of species—mostly *Thescelosaurus* and *Acheroraptor*, littered the mud. Thimbleberry bushes were in abundance, so were laurels, and magnolias across the ground. Difference’s stocky body jogged through the forest—tripping frequently on a log or carcass.

If he had been hungry, there was a feast upon the ground—but Difference’s overall fear at his surroundings had quenched his appetite for him. The abelisaur hiked for days, stopping and drinking from creeks and streams along the way—before he reached the end of his relatively peaceful forest trek, and the beginning, of the end. Difference trotted through a final muddy road, of which fallen redwoods littered. He used his theropod feet to clamber atop one of the massive trees; he used the tree to take him up onto a high vantage point, of which led outside of the forest—finally.

He placed his gray and blue three-taloned feet onto the mud, before lifting up his stocky head, and staring off into a dead forest. Such a far cry from the beautiful redwoods—what lied ahead were dead trees, and this accompanied by the gloomy, debris-filled, gray sky—was most undesirable. Difference’s face suddenly filled with fear, his jaw slightly open, and brow squinted. Difference had always been a skittish beast, always choosing the way of least pain, and avoiding any form of confrontation—besides the hunt.

Despite his naturally frightened demeanor, he still had courage—and with a menacing snarl, the abelisaur trotted off into the dead forest. ***Little did he know, in this very forest—Tyrance and Nequit Dominum battled, for the second time***. Perhaps the reason why the redwood forest was so eery, was because it was connected to a lifeless echo—a dead glare, of what once was a forest. Difference, nonetheless, ventured through. Mud clung to his thick and rough footpads, hindering his speed—but not as much as the atmosphere of this “forest”, did.

You could almost hear the echoes of Tyrance and Dominum’s battle—almost feel the blood splattering on to you. The bellows from the Tyrant King, the hisses from the Demon—it was as if you could feel and hear all of the bloodshed, and the misery. Leafless trees stood in order on the left and the right—as Difference stopped his stride, and analyzed the road ahead; a tree was collapsed next to a hill that fell off into a semi-arid arroyo. Large prints lay in the mud—one unmistakably as the underbelly of a T.rex, and another the side torso of something strange. It was unmistakable—this was where Tyrance knocked Dominum off the cliff, supposedly killing him. Difference felt a looming presence around the forest, and quickly added some speed to his trot—now moving with haste through this dreaded forest.

Difference walked down a path that was littered with theropod footprints; one seemed more like a standard theropod, with deep prints in the mud—the other, had deeply set in the mud, but looked different—as though the animal that had created it was struggling to run horizontally, and its tail was dragging across the ground. Difference snorted in disgust at the battle that must of taken place, and with a final burst of speed—exited the forest, now atop a barren plains that stretched outwards for miles. There was no vegetation, not a single strip of flora, but there was a rather large fissure—one Difference knew very well. Yes, yes this was the fissure that the different lizard had knocked rocks off of—to help kill the demon of whom terrorized the World.

Difference remember it as though it was yesterday—even though it did not look the same. Moss grew from the two cliffside walls, and the once blood stains that littered the floor were now gone. Rubble filled the once battleground, covering up the corpses of two legendary beasts. It was unnoticeable, but a *Spinosaurus* skeleton, and a mutant’s skeleton were still there—underneath the rubble, forgotten to all who walked by. Difference stared down for a few moments, his hazel eyes analyzing the ravine—before his left foot twisted to the left, and soon followed his right, before he marched off into a newly sprouted forest that hung close by the gorge.

The atmosphere was choking in its eeriness; it felt as though the spirit of Nequit Dominum still terrorized the world from beyond the grave. For the dinosaurs that knew him, they could still feel his long forgotten presence—as though it was five-years ago. A few *Quetzalcoatlus* soared through the cloud cover, whilst a partnership of *Edmontosaurus* grazed the grassy plains right outside the ravine. Difference ducked his head down, as he burst within a thicket of vegetation—and into the vast unknown. The avian and terrestrial beasts made many sounds, filling Difference’s ears with a jungle-heavy ambience, as he treaded carefully—each footstep imprinting in the mud. Something strange was annoying the abelisaur’s olfactory bulbs; the scent was confusing, for it was one of neither a predator nor an herbivore. The abelisaur, with a hardy snort, halted his stride.

He lifted his stocky skull into the air, and breathed in deeply—the smell of flora and feces was overpowered by this neutral smell. It was weird, for it did not seem like it was the scent of an enemy—this was truly strange. Only Nequit Dominum carried a scent like that, but he was dead—who else could possibly release the same? Difference stumbled back, shaken, and unmeasurably scared. The scent was practically the same as Dominum’s—and Difference, with his limited intellect, viewed it that Dominum had survived.

The different lizard, like lightning began to run, his two theropod feet switching places with near un-seeable speeds. The mud, unlike the redwood forest and forgotten forest, was very sticky here—and actually hindered his movement—but Difference did not desist, for fear fueled him. After five-minutes of unbridled, adrenaline filled running, Difference slowed to a light jog—his torso expanding and shrinking, for he was panting nonstop. A lone *Thescelosaurus* was feasting upon some vegetation on the forest floor—and Difference was famished, perhaps a free meal was in his future.

Pure instinct took hold, as Difference crouched down low—and prowled his thirty-foot long body around a few ferns, within some vegetation, before being directly behind the feasting herbivore. Difference placed his left foot back and slightly opened his maw, before pouncing the unsuspecting herbivore—releasing a menacing snarl just before. The *Thescelosaurus* chirped in fear, as Difference planted his six-tons of weight onto the beast’s diminutive body via one clawed foot, before clamping onto its neck and pulling—dislocating and breaking the neck in the process.

Difference lifted his head up from the carcass, and looked to his left and right—making sure no predators were around to steal his kill, before lifting the corpse into the air and carrying it to a large fern. The abelisaur squatted down, hinging his thighs next to his torso—before releasing the *Thescelosaurus* from his maw, dropping it to the ground with a loud thud. Difference began to pluck away the feathers from the herbivore, like a leopard to an impala, tearing out the fuzz and fluff—in order to reach the delicious red meat beneath. His eyelids were only slightly open, as he took his time—carefully shearing through the black and blue feathers and scales, of which stuck to his teeth—forcing him to stop and adjust his maw every now and then.

Once he had plucked the feathers from the torso, he finally began to puncture the flesh; blood started to splatter and coat his snout, as his teeth impaled through the scales and into the flesh. He clamped down and pulled, tearing out a fifty-pound piece of the animals stomach, and swallowing it with ease. The wondrous-lizard carcass was relatively small, so once Difference had eaten the guts and heart of the beast—and repositioned himself, clamped onto the skull of the herbivore, and flung the entire body into his maw—his neck expanding like a crocodile, as he inhaled the whole thing.

With a final jolt of his neck, the tail and feet of the beast fell into darkness—never to be seen again. Difference’s neck turned back to normal, as he swallowed a few more times—but his pleasure had come to an end, as from fifty-feet away, a loud booming sound filled his ears. The abelisaur quickly crouched down low, placing his head out of sight; his eyes widened with fear, as from directly ahead of him—a, a demon appeared. Difference could do nothing but watch, as a pale-white beast—at-least twenty feet tall, stomped directly passed him, walking entirely erect.

Nequit Dominum was dead, what was this? The creature’s tail dragged across the ground in a unique motion, turning left and right with every step. It stopped, directly in-front of Difference. The beast crouched down, its face—now revealed. The snout was sloped and thick like that of a *Tyrannosaurus*, but it curved upwards and narrowed at the end—sort of like modern interpretations of a dragon. Lips covered the teeth, but this did not last long, for the creature bared its daggers—releasing a spine-chilling crocodile-esque snarl, of which nearly killed Difference with fear. It was looking for something; The creature stood back up, now staring directly at a grouping of bushes underneath a tree.

The beast acted as though it was uninterested, before walking back the way it came. Difference’s body shook in fear, as he tried his hardest to not move. The creature came back, but this time with a large log. ***Silence, before a scare***. The creature, with expert precision, lifted the log into the air, and smashed it into the grouping of bushes. A loud chirp of dying animals filled the air, as the beast tossed the log aside, and reached within the bushes—pulling back with the corpses of five *Thescelosaurus*.

Birds flew off from their perches, the sounds of flapping wings emanating through the forest—as this, demon, released a spine-chilling, screeching bellow—before trotting back the way it came. Difference waited for the creature to leave, before springing from his hiding place—and dashing as far into the forest as possible. He could not believe it, but it was true—Nequit Dominum lives! As Difference bolted as far as he could away, the demon hiked back through the forest, before reaching the infamous fissure. The creature stopped his stride and took a moment to analyze the ravine. A weird, alluring, familiar scent filled his snout. The being’s red eyes blinked rapidly, for confusion rung true in his brain.

It smelt, like a relative. The creature slapped his snout with his four-fingered hand, assuring himself that it was nothing—before lowering himself into a theropod stance, and running into the distance. After forty-minutes of running, the beast arrived within a forest—generic in its vegetation. He seemed to be sniffing, homing in on a certain scent. The creature walked a few more miles, before reaching a clifftop. Atop the cliff, a green, featherless theropod sat. The twenty-foot tall animal walked to the top of the cliff, and shockingly—the theropod at the top cooed in welcome. What was this? The theropod was an abelisaur, and by her distinct scent and coloring—it was Verendus, an *Abelisaurus* who had lost her three children to the demon, Nequit Dominum.

What was she doing with a creature that looked identical to Dominum? The creature sat down like a theropod, and released the five carcasses from his grasp. Verendus cooed in happiness, for her son had been successful in the hunt. Five-years ago, she found an egg, a strangely colored one. Normally she would have either eaten it, or ignored it—but the scent of the egg was identical to the ones of her children. ***My, how the lonesome beast was fooled.*** Sealing her fate, she nursed and raised the infant—turning a doomed spawn, into a living hell—for she had raised the son of Nequit Dominum. The child, whose victims have called ***Maledictus Dominum***.

The clifftop was barren for the most part, but it overlooked a forest—and gazed into the far distance; a swamp, mesa, and massive mountain were the most visible past the cliff. The mountain held three peaks, giving it the name, Trinity Peaks. Maledictus and Verendus feasted upon the five *Thescelosaurus*. Verendus was only able to swallow one whole, for Dominum stuffed the other four in his six-foot long maw one after the other. He did not throw his neck back and expand his neck to swallow, as all theropods do. No, he used his arms, whose wingspan was twenty-four feet—to crush, and then break down with his jaw.

This was so strange. He looked, and stared around frantically like that of Nequit Dominum—but, he was nowhere near as violent, and psychotic. Who, what was this? Maledictus was completely pale-white, no feathers, solely scales. Lips protected his seventy jagged, and crook teeth. Like an albino, his eyes were pure red, with black pupils. Like Nequit Dominum, he possessed two extremely long arms, with four sharp talons on each one. His underbelly, or just belly—since he walked erect—was gold, with spots of black and gray.

Ever since he was a child, Maledictus has acted like an abelisaur—being relatively skittish, and hunting medium-sized to small prey. An obvious distinction from his father, he ate what he killed—and only killed to eat. Although every now and then he has had psychotic outbursts, where he would tear down trees, and kill a few helpless beasts—he has respected his mother, and acted mostly normal. I just cannot believe, that the lineage, the bloodline, of Nequit Dominum has passed on—this peace just can’t last. The only difference between Maledictus and his father, is brain power. M.Dominum has an intellect nearly doubled that of N.Dominum—truly, not good for a beast related to the most theropod, ever. Something was on Maledictus’s mind today—something he could not resist cooing to Verendus.

The mutant’s neck expanded massively, for he released a series of eight coos to his mother—asking if she knew of the scent by the fissure. Verendus shook the end of her tail back and forth, signaling that she did not. Maledictus pressured, and with his extremely advanced vocal capacities—chirped, making sure she did not know about the scent. Verendus snorted, not truly understanding the reasoning for Maledictus’s interest—nor understanding his advanced vocalization. Dominum could smell that his mother was beginning to get stressed—and snorted, asking her about a different subject—who, the demon, was, in their dinosaur language.

Verendus gave an answer to the best of her knowledge. She blinked her eyes three times, before opening her mouth and closing it; this could be translated as, the demon, was a pale-white beast who killed countless. She chirped that he had killed her children, besides him—but that he met his end at the hands of a Tyrant King. Maledictus closed his eyes and began to pant—a universal signal of stress, or sadness. He released a loud bellow, wanting to know whether or not the scent was of him. Verendus cooed that he was dead, and his body decomposed—he could not possibly still carry a scent, could he?

Maledictus had heard all that he needed to—and resumed consuming his meal, hurling the rest of the *Thescelosaurus* into his throat. Once he had finished, the beast trilled to his parent that he would return—before walking down the clifftop, and back into the forest. He was headed somewhere he should not be—he was headed back to the fissure. This can’t get any worse.

**Chapter three:**

Claw and Talon, two brave beasts—are in a situation that tests their courage. A large tsunami two-years ago decimated an entire portion of North America, rendering all of the trees, and animals—to dust. Claw placed one of her feet down, her three talons impaling the mud, and kept her sickle claw hinged back—while her son analyzed the flood’s path. It flowed for hundreds of miles, leaving brown and dirty water—of which algae floated atop, for what seemed like an eternity. ***This was worse than the Western Interior Seaway for crossing beasts***. It looked as though there was no way across—not one! No boulders floating atop the water to leap across—no fallen trees, to trot upon.

Claw began to look around, hunger pangs ringing her body—disorienting her calculating brain. Tornadoes wrecked havoc thirty-miles east, whilst ferocious winds tore apart trees, and blew water away from the flood path. Claw and Talon needed shelter, and quickly flocked over to a large mangrove, and clawed their way in using the sickle-claw; a single swipe from the claw opened up the mangrove, allowing them to hide within it. Talon released an annoyed, angered snarl—for their journey was halted to a stop; the weather was only getting worse, and a mangrove tree was practically useless against a tornado—or even a hurricane.

Talon bared his teeth in an angered manner, his voice reverberating through the back of his throat—blowing a rolling snarl into the windy world. He wanted to escape quickly, no matter what it entailed—being in this tornado riddled area would only get them killed. Claw, however, wanted to calculate the situation; her son has always been impulsive, and impatient—which has annoyed Claw deeply. But, family feuds were not important now—escaping was. Claw cooed that they could perhaps float atop a tree—but Talon rebuked this, as it was too dangerous with the wind. If one of them were to fall off, it would mean certain death within the rapids.

Nonetheless, Claw, being the alpha over her son—insisted with using a tree as a float. Her brain was smart, but not that smart. The two *Dakotaraptors* left their mangrove covering—the wind now tossing their feathers around and unbalancing their strive for survival, the rain soaking their coat and melting away their chances. Claw fought through, and made it to a nearly collapsed cycad—Talon following her closely. The two raptors battled against what felt like one-hundred miles per-hour winds to knock over the cycad, continuously ramming into it, and slicing its base with their sickle claw.

Little did they know, the wind was doing most of the work for them—but they still clawed and rammed the tree. With a final massive gust of cold, sickening wind, the tree collapsed—and rolled off into the flood path. Claw and Talon climbed atop the tree, barely making it; they dug their claws into the trunk bark like a lion would—their sickle claw being the only thing still hinged. It seemed as though the wind was unrelenting in its quest to kill these raptors, and the land—for it tore trees from their roots, and flung pterosaurs out of the sky. The cycads palm-like leaves shielded the *Dakotaraptors* from a good deal of the rain, but was helpless against the wind.

Water from the rapid splashed up and onto the raptors, nearly breaking their hold onto the tree—this was a nightmare. It felt as if one of Talon’s claws were about to break, as he held on for dear life—the wind thankfully blowing the fallen tree towards the other side. Fear and pain filled the gap of emotion for these two—they already despised water, but now they had to deal with this. Another tree was flung from its root, and hurled into the rapids; the tree was guided on a path directly towards the raptors—why these two? The tree’s speed picked up as the wind did—and like lightning it was about to ram them.

Claw and Talon bellowed in fear, as the tree rammed into theirs—shattering off the lower piece of their trunk, and spinning their tree out of control. A piece of sharp wood had sliced Claw’s tail, sending blood trickling into the ferocious waters. The tree had stopped its spin in the opposite direction, but the winds trajectory still drove it towards the other side of the flood—where the two raptors wanted to be—even though Claw and Talon were now looking at the side that they were previously on. Claw held her tail firmly against the tree, as to not get it wet—Talon did not really care about it though.

It took a good deal of time, but the tree did reach the other side of the rapids—much to the delight of Claw and Talon. The two raptors yanked their claws out from the trunk, stood up, and leaped off of the tree onto the beach; two *Deinosuchus* were resting twenty-feet away from them. Claw looked at the crocodilians with one of fear and intrigue, for she had never seen one before. Its green snout was long and wide, with conical brown teeth revealed—not sheathed by lips. The closest one was massive, nearly sixty-feet long—most likely with a bite-force of sixty-thousand pounds. Claw averted her gaze from the beast, for it stared back at her—and with a relaxed coo, her and Talon hiked out of the beach and into a rocky desert, of which arid mesas and arroyos dominated.

As these two continued their perilous journey, the beginnings of an earthquake began to unfold—they need to escape this desert. Not that far away, about twenty-miles North-West from Claw and Talon—Earth, and his three *Mapusaurus*, are faced with a conundrum. Within a most and viscous algae-watered swamp, there is a fork in the road. One path looks as though it leads into a gorge of some sort, while the other lead towards a volcano. Neither is a good choice, for a volcano is never a good place to be. Besides lava, various lakes and streams near the volcano can start limnic eruptions—a terrible eruption of CO2 that stops all breathing, instantly killing any animal.

A gorge on the other hand, can be just as bad; gorges can house a variety of unpleasant events, such as rock avalanches, fissures, and also limnic eruptions. The only bright side of the volcano is that it is not going deep into the earth, and for that reason alone—Earth bellowed to his pack to go right, through the swamp and towards the volcano. When they made it towards the palm tree ridden tropical landscape, the massive volcano revealed itself to be no more than a mountain—a massive, mountain. Three elongations made the mountain iconic, for it was the towering snow-capped guarding entity, Trinity Peaks. Earth knew this instantly, and chirped in glee that finally there was some peace.

The four *Mapusaurus* hiked through a clearing, of which palm-trees stood parallel to for miles. Earth and his three trotted through the clearing, sand and greenery clinging to their rough footpads; at the edge of the clearing lie a precipice that fell down what must have been four-hundred feet into a vast jungle. Trinity Peaks stood at the far side of the precipice, dozens of miles away. Earth snorted, for he knew that ***Trinity Peaks*** lied right next to the middle of the Golden-Land. The alpha-female of the pack trilled that there was a downward slope just to the left that could lead them down into the jungle; Earth snarled, signaling for them to move out down the slope—to which they did.

Birds flew from their tree perches, knocking down some leaves, of which plummeted down the precipice, as the three *Mapusaurus* trotted down the cliff, and into the vast unknown. Two-miles East, Tyria has made landfall atop the waterfall of Corinae. The orangish-red feathered rex sniffed about her surroundings—instantly recognizing them as the center of the Golden-Land, where Taghia-Sakhra lie. The Queen of the Dinosaurs trekked down the waterfall, through some dense vegetation, and around the river of Corinae, before reaching a fissure.

Tyrance was not that far away, about a hundred yards; large rocks were atop each other at the bottom of the ravine, and the opposite cliffside looked as though it had collapsed within it. Tyria snorted, and lifted her lips to reveal her teeth—something was disgustingly off about this gorge. It smelt as though an enemy, some sort of creature, or predatory rival was at the bottom. Tyria slowly turned around to continue her stroll around the ravine, for she could smell Tyrance on the other side. The first smell she could identify had the unmistakable scent of a carcass, while the other connected with Tyria’s olfactory bulbs as living.

Lightning hit a tall tree, setting it ablaze not that far away, whilst rain soaked her coat—assuring that it was definitely not a pleasant place to be. Just across the ravine, the legend himself, Tyrance—has been a bit disturbed. Besides being separated from his mate, a strange, unidentifiable scent has been pummeling him—like a boxer to a punching bag. Tyrance’s brow squinted into a look of angered confusion—for the scent smelt near identical to that of Nequit Dominum. Traumatic memories of that battle flooded his brain; Tyrance’s rage took hold of him—his dewlap swelled with air, as he released a menacing bellow—before ramming his skull into an oak, knocking it over with ease.

Tyrance closed his eyes and panted rapidly—this gradually eased into a normal breath, but his feelings of rage and disgust did not. They were, however, mitigated—for to his upper-left, Tyria, his mate who he would die for—lie ahead. Tyria trotted through the right side of the gorge, before arriving at a rocky outcropping; there was no vegetation in sight—strangely. Large three-toed footprints ran in circles, as though a big theropod had been moseying around here quite often.

Tyria’s fears spiked, as the loud movement of an animal filled her ears. She looked back, teeth bared, to see her mate, Tyrance. Tyria closed her maw and cooed in joy—Tyrance did the same, before the two wrapped their necks around each other. Their feathers were soaked in water, doubling how cold their bodies were—but neither minded, for they hugged for five-minutes. When they did break the affectionate gesture, Tyrance swayed his tail left and right, assuring that it was time to continue North-West towards Taghia-Sakhra—they were so close. Tyria had killed a juvenile *Edmontosaurus* on her venture alone, and blood from the beast still clung to her snout.

Tyrance stared at her with one of juvenile envy—he had hunger pangs, and hadn’t been so lucky with a kill—but Tyria’s survival meant much more to him than his hunger. The two tyrants hiked through the rocky outcropping, and into a sort of marshlands—now only a mile from the end of their journey. Little did they know, that at the bottom of that cursed fissure—a being, of unimaginable predatory might, was digging. Maledictus Dominum for hours has been clawing through rocks—lifting them up and hurling them aside; an undeniable scent was beneath this mass of dirt, clay, and rock—a scent that smelt too familiar.

For his whole life, Maledictus has never been able to find a mate; when he reached maturity, at age three—there were no female abelisaurs that would even stand near him without running away. With his near sentient level of intellect, this bothered and traumatized him; from that point, he has lived with Verendus—not experiencing anything new, which for the average animal is luxury, but not for a sentient being. When faced with a new scent that smelt identical to him, you can imagine how irresistible the pull of curiosity was. Lightning struck in the background, whilst rain plummeted from above and onto the featherless back of Maledictus Dominum, as he tore through the rubble—throwing rocks that weighed nearly a ton aside with ease.

Nothing was stopping his insatiable thirst for knowledge—he had to know what secret lie beneath the destruction, he had to. For hours he dug, shoveling with his hands deep within the fallen cliffside—before the relic of the past slowly revealed itself. Maledictus made a final push for the relic—he was now inside the collapsed cliffside, and if it wasn’t for his night vision, he would be in pitch black. The scent grew closer, and closer with each dig—before the world stopped; it seemed as though the rain halted its plummet from above, and the lightning refused to make landfall—for a single, claw, poked out from under the debris.

Maledictus’s curiosity peaked, as his maw snarled, and he pulled away even more rock and debris. A sharper image came to view, a pale-white arm—half-of which was skeletal, the other still contained flesh. Maledictus, with a final pull of rock—revealed what never should have been—a rotted, half decayed corpse of a demon. Half of the carcass was a deformed skeleton, with long arms ending in four jagged claws. The lower-half had dissolved to near dust, leaving behind the faint etherial image of long legs. Its tail was long, far too long to walk like a theropod—this struck Maledictus more than anything.

Maledictus stared with his mouth agape, at the skull of the beast. It was barely decayed, in-fact—it was still covered in flesh and scales. A skull that sloped down just like Maledictus’s, and teeth bared through lips—also the same as Maledictus. How, could this be; Maledictus Dominum stumbled back, and began to breath rapidly as though he was in a panic attack. He knew exactly what it was—the dreaded demon, the unstoppable lord, ***Nequit Dominum***. So many stories had his mother told him—she had spoken of his exact bodily image, pale-white scales, walking upright.

It, was an identical picture, of him. Maledictus Dominum began to shake and bellow madly; he roared a deafening screeching roar to Verendus, beckoning for her to come to his location. After years, he had found the reason for his outcasting—for him being the outlier and the one scorned; he, was the demon. ***This is not good, the bloodline that could not be tamed—has arisen—the demon within, is shedding his shell. Maledictus Dominum, is becoming the Cursed Lord.***

**Chapter four:**

The cracked ceiling of peace, has shattered. This, cannot be reversed—this cannot be stopped. Anger, hate, and rage flowed through Maledictus Dominum’s body—he had been betrayed, never told who he was. This creature began to bellow madly, and slam into the debris and walls—yelling for his mother Verendus all throughout. An already unstable being has now been lied to—and his already unsteady sentient mind has passed the breaking point. Maledictus lifted his twenty-foot long massive tail off the ground and backed down in a ferocious way, destroying some rocks in the process.

This, corpse—this rotted and decayed carcass of a being of unimaginable rage was the reason that he was outcast, was the reason why he looked nothing like an *Abelisaurus*—the reason why he existed. His hatred only doubled, as Maledictus slammed into walls and tore apart boulders with his bare hands; through insatiable insanity he dug up even more of Nequit’s body, revealing bloody gashes and twelve-inch deep wounds in his barely decayed neck. Maledictus halted his crazed rage—and began to sniff the bloody gashes; he smelt, with his incredibly powerful snout, the flesh of a Triceratops coming from the wound. What level of power do his olfactory bulbs possess? That rotted trike flesh had to have been consumed five years ago.

M.Dominum, with his menacing brilliance made a sort of conclusion that a *Tyrannosaurus rex* had done this—for they are the only animal that could make that deep of a wound. Perhaps his mother had not lied to him about everything—a T.rex had toppled the Unstoppable Lord’s reign. Little did this mutant know, his mother knew nothing of Nequit Dominum besides his appearance—but he blamed her for all that has wronged him. It may seem strange, this random outburst with no reasoning—but in-truth it is not. Maledictus, since he was born—has been scorned by the beasts of the land. His father, with all his blind fury and unrivaled rage, adored the fear that he invoked—but Maledictus has not.

Ever since he pierced his chameleon-like egg and faced the world, his first sight was his mother’s look of confusion—and unwillingness to help him climb out. ***Ever since it has been nothing but scorn from his species—breaking, for a sentient mind.*** It took at-least twenty-minutes, but Verendus did arrive. The green abelisaur trotted down the ravine to face her enraged son—whom halted his tantrum, and closed his maw to face her; the sound of lightning pulverizing shrubs in the background dominated the land, filling the gap that rain strived to—as Verendus stared up with fear and confusion at her twenty-foot tall “son”.

His red eyes looked directly at her, filling her body with an urge to run—a need to escape. Adrenaline slowly but surely began to pump through her veins, for her heart beat increased its frequency. ***Verendus’s legs began to shake, as Maledictus Dominum stomped over to her—each foot silencing even the lightning with their power***. Through instinct and chirps he spoke with his mother—not holding back his rage, as he bellowed at her, asking if he was the demon she spoke of. Verendus was an *Abelisaurus*, a dinosaur who does not possess much intelligence besides fight-or-flight—and basic predatory needs. She did not understand what this deranged intellect was roaring at her—and that was her final mistake. Maledictus Dominum, who already struggled to speak like an abelisaur, was now pushed over the edge at the sight of his mother with a tilted head slowly backing up.

Dominum’s arms began to shake, and he slowly lifted both of them up to his head and grasped it like he would the neck of prey. All was silent, as a deafening screech echoed throughout all of a fifty-mile perimeter. Blood dripped from Maledictus Dominum’s talons, as he held the lifeless body of Verendus in his arms—just as his father had. He dropped his mother to the ground with a demonic laughing chirp, before returning to his destruction; it was over, the transformation has ended—the cursed lord, is awake. A second slit covered M.Dominum’s eyes, like a crocodile—making them look entirely black, but he could see through them.

The rain stopped, but the lightning grew—of which was followed by a black mist cloud cover from a nearby volcano. M.Dominum began to cackle, and trill in glee—hurling his head into the cliff walls all throughout. Dominum stopped his rage for one moment—another transformation was taking place. A sharp continuous attack of pain began to flood his neck; his neck began to bubble and move around like a gelatinous blob. His entire upper body began to inflate, as he let off a screech of pain. Like the lightning that struck in the back, his body resettled to its former form—but now with a new weapon to his already unrivaled array. Gills—yes, gills! Crooked objects that looked identical to teeth clung to the sides of the gills, whilst his arm claws grew longer, and too grew teeth on the sides.

Is this even an animal anymore? But, despite these terrifying changes, something far worse was happening to Maledictus. The demon began to stumble around madly—with each step he expelled blood from his gills and mouth. The savage beast could not even bellow, as he drunkenly trotted outside of the ravine—and up to the clifftop. More blood poured from his gills, now solely falling from them and not the tail. With each expelling of blood, steam followed in hot-pursuit—leaving off the mist-like sound of a train stopping. The Cursed Lord eerily stammered into the same forest Difference was in—walking at an unnervingly slow pace.

Less than a mile away, Tyrance and Tyria are nearing the end of their journey. Trekking through a dense jungle, around an arroyo, over and under a mesa, and finally within a cave—the two rex nearly faced the center. Tyrance led Tyria, imbuing them both with determination—as they struggled through the final forest—their footpads burning and blistered—their minds the only thing pushing them. Thankfully that one *Triceratops* hunt has given them enough calories to maintain their muscle—but they still had lost a good amount.

They pressured through the thicket—its thick thorns slicing their cranium, forcing them to keep their heads held low. Tyrance clamped onto a large branch, presumably the source of the thorns, and tore it down—freeing them form the torment. Tyria cooed for Tyrance to look up—he did, and his eyes filled him with the knowledge that a new and final obstacle was in their path. A dense blockade of fallen tree-trunks, a new obstacle that Tyrance does not remember back from his youth.

It meant nothing though—for Tyrance, in a sort of cocky showing of strength, chirped for Tyria to stand back; the Tyrant King placed his left foot back, embedding it within the mud, before charging the blockade—destroying it with ease. Wood rocketed in all directions, as Tyrance triumphantly let out a dominant bellow—his dewlap expanding with air, and shrinking once he was finished. The Tyrant King closed his amber eyes, before opening them—after all these years, the true Golden-Land stood before him. Vast grasslands that stretched for miles, a colossal waterfall, Trinity Peaks a few miles back, and above all else—Taghia-Sakhra, his childhood home.

Tyrance began to coo in glee and joy—Tyria joined him by his side, and nuzzled his neck—even with *T.rex’s* lack of true sentience, she knew joy. In this sole section of the world, there was no storm—only a light cloud cover, that the sun sprayed gold with its illuminating light. Tyrance lifted his right foot up into the air and held it there, before slowly—methodically—placing it into Dhahabi’ard’s dirt for the first time in eight years. The Tyrant King and Queen wasted no time after this first step, and with haste ran towards Taghia-Sakhra—of which stood in-front of them.

The two tyrants both released alerting bellows—this was the rex way of signaling to all nearby predators that there was a new alpha in town. The two tyrants trotted up to Taghia-Sakhra; Tyrance averted his gaze from the rest of the center to the slope that led Taghia-Sakhra. The beginning was cracked, must’ve been from all the trauma and rex that have crossed over it. A massive black charred mess of black rock lied a few feet up from the entrance—most likely damage from being struck with lightning. Tyrance cooed for Tyria to be careful, before placing his right foot atop the rocky slope—and soon followed his left; The sound of distant lightning echoed across the land, as the two tyrants walked up Taghia-Sakhra—each footstep cementing their place in history.

At the top lie Tyrance’s childhood home. A vast cave system, filled with twig and branch nests filled him with a cozy feeling. Tyrance’s pupils expanded, as he was filled with glee—but this jolt of happiness stopped its progression, for from behind him Tyria yelled in pain. The Tyrant King swung his neck back, mouth half-open, to see his mate cooing in tremendous fatigue. Tyrance rushed over to Tyria and helped walk her over to one of the many nests within the cave system. Her stomach was massive, and pulsating—which only meant one thing. Tyria’s feathers were ruffled, and she looked a mess, as she bellowed in more pain. Tyrance’s worried look turned to a knowing one—instinct was taking over, and he knew what was going on.

He merely nuzzled his mate, and kept his distance—for Tyria was in labor. Tyrance rested close by, his thighs hinged next to his torso in that classic sitting rooster position—and merely watched as Tyria pushed out the egg. She used all her might to do so, but it was taking unusually longer than expected—and Tyrance was beginning to worry. Back within the forest, the mutation is reaching his final stage. ***A large sack—presumed to be vestigial, since his father had it to—is boiling***. This sack, now has a purpose. Maledictus Dominum is not your average, normal beast; instead of expelling methane gas, his body stores it. His throat lining, in-fact his entire gastrointestinal lining has been thickened—and coated with an amazingly anti-heat resistant liquid, of which the name is not known.

A mechanism in his throat, upon his command, acts like friction—and scrapes back and forth extremely fast, creating contained sparks of electricity. Why does Maledictus possess all of these features—is not known. M.Dominum expelled steam and methane gas through his gills—his mouth agape, releasing torturous nightmare-like screeches with each expelling. Lightning echoed, and rain pummeled the ground, as Maledictus Dominum staggered straight in the middle of a forest. He had been born in this very forest, and its leaves still reminded him of his childhood. His pain was unbearable—it felt like sharp rocks scraping his insides—he felt a need to expel something, as though a gas was building up.

Maledictus Dominum’s gills opened wide, revealing the crooked teeth of which lined them—as he opened up his mouth and slammed his eyes shut. He rammed his massive theropod feet into the mud, splattering it everywhere—as the pain become unbearable. No, this can’t be happening. ***Unstoppable is his rage, unstoppable is his fury—unstoppable is his power***. Methane gas flooded his throat like mist, and like a waterfall began to ferociously pour from his mouth. His tail swung back into a stiff straight position, his arms flung back as his torso bent over—there was no stopping it now. The steam intensified, and had now entirely coated two-thirds of the forest—turning the green jungle into a dark-gray nightmare.

Dominum’s body began to fluctuate, as an uncontrollable mechanism began to scrape back and forth in the back of his throat. Where there is smoke, where there is pain—there is fire. A shaft, of unimaginable red flame sprayed forth from his maw—destroying all green, in an instant. The smoke that coated the forest, set ablaze—eradicating all that there was, destroying the land. Maledictus could not even bellow, for the pain was too great. His lips and outer jaw turned red like melted metal—so did his gills. The heat, was unbearable—the palm trees, and sycamores became consumed by Hell—the orange fire charring everything. Dominum’s eyes quivered, as though if he could cry he would’ve—but he was not given that much of a pleasure.

Maledictus closed his gaping maw slightly, for the liquid in the back of his throat was beginning to run out—but this did not deny the power of the shaft of fire, for it closed into a single cylindrical beam of flame—causing twice the devastation. The excess methane gas poured from his gills, of which added even more flammable material to the forest—causing even more destruction. His black pupils dilated, for the light became too much to take. Explosions took place everywhere, destroying trees and vegetation—killing *Thescelosaurus, Troodons, Acheroraptors* and the lot.

The steam desisted its mist flow from his gills, and for one moment the flame subsides; but for only one moment. A long narrow trail of steam ran from his maw and gills—before the methane gas exuded once more form his gills. Maledictus closed his eyes; he repositioned his feet, and curled his hands inwards—before his maw was yanked open nearly uncontrollably, and another shaft of pain was exuded. Luckily for Maledictus, his skin had grown impervious to fire.

Only a mile away, Difference is just getting the first wave of extinction. The abelisaur turned his head to the left, right, and behind him—confused by a strange dark mist that only darkened the night sky. Difference began to shake with fear, for he knew something was up—and quickly began a bolt through the forest. Little too late. The *Abelisaurus* looked back to see what looked like a rushing river of red liquid coming directly for him; the dazed abelisaur did not even see that there was a slope downwards in-front of him. Difference bellowed in pain, as he fell down the twenty-foot long slope, down into a creek. The flame quickly and most dominantly took hold of the rest of the forest, and the creek—turning the water to boiling steam.

Difference quickly clambered out of the water, and onto the other side of the creek; luckily for him the water was keeping the flames at bay for a short period of time, he had to go—now. The abelisaur shook his body like a dog to dry off, before continuing his run—it was all or nothing now. It was not long before the fire surpassed the creek, of course by transforming all the water to steam. The flood path began to chase Difference in hot-pursuit—but the abelisaur knew what to do, and quickly switched directions—now heading back the direction that he came.

He was going underneath the hill, and deemed that as safe—not the smartest of decisions, for the fire quickly followed him; he did not realize that the mist was everywhere, and the only means of escape was to get out of the forest. The fire caught up to Difference, for its speed was twice as fast as his lumbering pace; it slowly began to inch up on his tail, sending the abelisaur into an erratic craze. He knew he could not stop running—and to make up for that was swinging his tail everywhere, trying to shake off the flame. All this did was destabilize his balance. A sharp hug of fire enveloped his left ankle, practically slicing his balance with a sword; Difference bellowed in pain, as he tripped near the edge of a cliff.

It was yet another downhill slope—and he was yet again tumbling down it. Difference rolled down the muddy hill, of which the mist had not gone down—preventing fire. Mud coated his gray and blue scales—but this mattered not, for he was headed directly for a sharp rock! There was nothing he could; Difference bellowed in pain as his leg smashed directly into a sharp stalagmite like rock—breaking his leg instantly, and hurling him into yet another river. All the abelisaur could do was bellow in pain, as he crashed into the river—and fell to the depths. ***He was not dead yet, but it was looking more like it with each passing second.***

Countless small dinosaurs bellows of pain were all silenced by the guttural motor-like churning roar of Maledictus Dominum—whose expelling of flame had not stopped. His gills were red hot, and gradually, the steam was once again subsiding. Blood took its place, for it now streamed from them. Maledictus Dominum sprayed his flame in a circular manner, throwing in a final wave of destruction—as his maw began to close, and the flame dissipated. All at once, did it all stop. Maledictus Dominum opened his eyes; an endless coating of fluctuating red for miles, without end—without end.

He began to feel his body shutting down due to excess blood loss; he could not even bellow, for his throat was barely functioning. Maledictus Dominum collapsed to the ground, barely breathing—surrounded by a twenty-five mile wide ring of endless fire. The terror has merely begun. ***You could almost see a faint image of Nequit Dominum standing in the fire—looking over his son. His last chance, at revenge.***

**Chapter 5:**

The land was grim, the world was silent. An unrivaled firestorm had just decimated an entire forest, killing hundreds of beasts—revealing a demon through the scales of a theropod. Yes, there was nothing—nothing but sizzling and churning of flame cooking through wood, charring the greenery. Pterosaurs fled the scene of destruction, their distance chirps and coos echoing throughout the land; nothing short of a mile away, Claw and Talon have entered this desolate forest. It wasn’t their choice to enter, for this particular forest was the only path towards the center of Dhahabi’ard. Claw had assumed the lead, her son trotting close behind her—as the sound of sizzling fire, and the smell of rampant smoke filled their ears and olfactory bulbs respectively.

Their feathers were ruffled, a mess, and their ribs were peaking through their flesh—for they had not eaten in a long time. Talon cooed a signal of hunger, Claw did not respond—but Talon could tell she reciprocated the pain. The two hiked around a fallen maple, and underneath a charred willow—before reaching an area that the flames, although they had dissipated, had destroyed entirely. Claw placed her foot into the dirt that smoke still trailed atop. the alpha-female noticed something in the far distance; a *Thescelosaurus* carcass—burnt, but still edible, hanging off an elm tree branch.

It was male, who, like turkeys, are usually bigger and therefore carry more meat than the females. For these *Dakotaraptors*, a *Thescelosaurus* was Heaven on Earth; one, major thing stood in the way though—fire, still burning atop, and around the trees. Talon was heavily confused at the flame, what could have possibly caused so much damage—a bolt of lightning? He believed it to be that based on pure experience and knowledge of the world, but still, even with his limited intellect—a sole bolt of lightning hitting a tree couldn’t cause a tidal wave of fire; that, he knew for sure. The elm tree was burnt, conveniently all except the branch that a carcass hung from.

Claw cooed that she was going to go collect, but Talon, with a hiss, stopped her. He wanted to stretch out his muscles, and chirped to his mother that he would bring back the dead prey. Claw did not debate him, she needed and wanted a break after this epic month long journey. Talon jogged up to the charring tree—smoke weakening his senses, the orange light nearly blinding him with its painful rays. The Thescelosaurus’s feathers were crumbling, burnt to a crisp, and its legs with a crispy dark-brown; well, this would be the first time these Dakotaraptors tried cooked meat.

The tree was five-meters off the ground and about to collapse—Talon had to be careful. The impulsive raptor stared around, analyzing the tree from top to bottom—before impaling his claws into the trunk, and slowly scaling the burning bark. Talon slowly inched his way up one foot at a time—when his right arm clawed into the wood, his left leg sank into the bark—vice versa; Talon dug his left arm into the tree, but he did it with a little too much force—and the top of the tree began to shake. From the crown of the tree burning leaves fell almost entirely on Talon—burning some of his black feathers. The raptor bellowed in pain, his dewlap swelling with air—but he did not desist in his goal, in-fact he sped up.

Talon placed his two legs together, and placed his right arm on the tree branch with the Thescelosaurus—before leaping with all his strength. Luckily he made it, and clamped onto the charred carcass—and leapt down with it in his maw. Claw rushed over to her son, and nuzzled him—before the two fled to a safer location of the forest to enjoy their meal. With a continuous sprint, that eased into a consecutive trot, the two fled the forest through a downhill slope—and made it to a river that led into a tropical cycad and palm forest. Talon laid the plump Thescelosaurus next to the river; Claw precisely with her sickle-talon tore through the fluff and feathers on the thorax of the prey so that digging in would be easier.

It was not long before their snouts were completely soaked in blood, a mess of tendons, ligaments, and flesh. As Claw ate, she noticed something in the river; a bluish gray rock was resting on the creak bed. It seemed to drop down into the water, like a crocodilian—maybe there was more to this object. Claw swallowed a large piece of rib and flesh all at once with a flick of her neck, before standing up her eight-foot tall body—and slowly walking over to the rock. It had entirely grasped her curiosity; her stride shortened, as she reached it. With a closer look, the raptor could see a set of closed eyes, and what looked like a mouth.

She confusedly started swiping at the rock with her talons, revealing feathers—not, good. Like lightning, the rock bellowed in pain—and arose from its rest, showing itself as an animal. Claw chirped in fear and ran back to Talon as fast as possible—for the animal stood up, and shook the water off its body. Talon ducked underneath the carcass, and held his tail plumes down, whilst Claw hopped over the carcass and joined him.

The creature seemed to have been hurled into the river, as it looked around with confusions at the new location. It was only a foot taller than Claw, but its muscular neck and body was more than enough to scare off any *Dakotaraptor*. The animal continued to dry itself off, before it bounce-walked off into the forest. Claw and Talon took a final long piece of meat from the carcass, before too bolting off into the forest. Little did Claw know, the animal was an *Abelisaurus*—named Difference; they had no idea what awaited them—the raptors, nor Difference.

200 yards away, Earth and his two are in a thriller. The fire was like something they had never seen in their twenty-three years of life—and it was devastating. Luckily for them, less than fifty-meters away was the exit straight into the heart of Dhahabi’ard. It would not be that easy to get there though—as it seemed this is where the fire had started, for the destruction was at its peak here. Demolished trees, most either entirely burnt to a crisp or about to collapse—but above all of that, there was a confusing smell. It could not be identified as carnivorous or herbivorous. It smelt like one of the grazing dinosaurs that eat shrubs, but won’t pass up a rotting carcass.

So, an omnivorous animal—that must be it. Thoughts like those coursed through Earth’s brain, as he contemplated where the smell was—and what caused it. ***The only time he had inhaled anything like it was five-years ago—the time of Dominum.*** But Nequit was dead, he was nowhere to be found after the cliff collapsed the ravine—so who was this? Something was off—really off; Earth stopped in his tracks, halting his two brethren in the process. He began to look around, for something had grasped his attention. From the right a massive figure arose!! Earth and his three bellowed in terrible fear, as a charcoal black being stood like a statue in-front of them.

Slowly did it open its eyes, of which were a dark red—with black pupils. The creature’s skin had been charred by the surrounding fire—confirming who this was, Maledictus Dominum. The four *Mapusaurus* stood back in a defensive position, bellowing at the figure continuously—but it did not respond. The demon was consumed by other priorities, those being the demonic heinous deeds it wished to enact. Earth’s orange feathers blew in the wind, of which extinguished some flame, but a very small amount; Maledictus had drained his methane sac, and therefore thankfully had no more destruction to spell. Blood still remained on his gills—stained near permanently.

Earth’s alpha-instincts told him to not leave, but face the beast, going against nearly all of his logic. The alpha-mapusaur placed his right feathered foot to the forefront and bellowed now in an aggressive manner—his three subordinates did the same. The demon widened its maw into a faint smile. His gills opened, as it released a short burst of steam—before opened its mouth and releasing an ear shattering screech that could be heard for miles. It shook the world; the *Mapusaurus* looked on in fear, as the charcoal beast moved towards them—walking straight up, not intimidated in the slightest. It looked as though the mutant was trying to restore his gaseous storage, for more fire use—as dark-gray methane that had not combusted flooded back into his gills.

One breath—before the nightmare took hold. Maledictus charged the *Mapusaurus*, ramming his twenty-foot tall body into all three—knocking them over. The three other members bellowed in pain, as Earth stood up to face the demon. Dominum had his back turned to Earth—a fatal mistake—as the powerful theropod clamped onto his near endless running tail. Maledictus Dominum released a deafening screech, before lifting his tail up—easily overpowering Earth—and smashing it into him. The alpha mapusaur was hurled to the ground, near unconscious—leaving his pack to battle the demon.

The alpha-female mapusaur tried to clamp onto M.Dominum’s arm, but missed, and was instead met with a devastating swipe to her pelvis; Maledictus impaled his claws into her tail, grasped her neck with his arms, and threw her into the beta. Blood dripped down the demon’s spiked talons, as he sidestepped a charge from the omega—and clamped onto his back. The omega mapusaur bellowed in immeasurable pain, as his vertebrae cracked and nearly shattered underneath Maledictus Dominum’s entire bite-force—but thankfully, M.Dominum’s father had not been gifted with a devastating clamp—and therefore neither had he.

His lack of bite-force gave the alpha-female and beta enough time to regroup, and charge. The two mapusaurs rammed Maledictus with their craniums, knocking him into a burning tree. The demon coughed to expel some smoke, before placing his hand on the burning wood and lifting himself up. He turned around with an eery smile, to see the two mapusaurs waiting for him in an offensive stance—one foot out, and the other back. The one whose back he was breaking had collapsed to the ground, barely breathing. The sound of burning wood and pain was all you could hear, as Maledictus Dominum—now enraged—clawed out teeth and flesh from the theropods, before hurling them both to the ground—breaking many bones.

He placed his three taloned foot onto the torso of the beta, and slowly put more pressure—killing the beta as painfully as possible. Earth heard the nightmare going on right beside him, and using all the power in his lean body, staggered up. His left arm, and middle talon on the left foot were both broken—but he had to keep fighting, he had to save his pack! Earth lifted his head up to see Maledictus about to crush his beta. The alpha-male limped as fast as he could over to him, but it was no use—he was too far away. But another ray of hope had come, as from the rubble—the omega’s whose back was nearly broken came. Maledictus Dominum looked on confused and enraged, as the broken back omega hurled himself into him in a last ditch effort to save the beta.

The omega bellowed as loud as he could for the pack to escape, whilst he sacrificed himself. Earth stopped his stride, and pondered what he was just signaled. He knew he needed to get his other members to safety, but he could not leave the omega to die. No, he could not! And he started trotting towards him again—but his trot was once again stopped by the omega, who even louder bellowed for them to leave. Earth then, in that one moment, realized what they were up against—they could not take this, this demon on alone; they had to leave, now. Earth felt his heart shatter, as he cooed for the alpha-female and beta to get up and sprint as fast as they could with him away.

The two mapusaurs stood up, and their hearts broke as-well—as they realized what had to be done. The omega did battle with Dominum, as Earth and the others sprinted through the forest using all the power in their bodies just to move their legs. Blood ran down their bodies, as their hearts broke in two; Maledictus Dominum battled the mapusaur with ease—absorbing his attacks and retaliating with claw swipes and clamps.

Dominum stomped his right foot onto the mapusaur’s left, used his right hand to lift him up by his neck, sliced his jugular, and threw him into the fire—gas flooding in and out of his gills all throughout. Maledictus’s neck tripled in size, as he pressured through the immense pain that filled the back of his throat, to release a wave of methane gas—choking the omega to death as he burned in the fire, killing him. All Earth and the two could hear was a scream of death, before they knew their brother was dead. They expelled a series of mournful coos immediately—those being the only expression of emotion they could release. M.Dominum cackled, as his foe was no more. The sentient mind began to hear voices in his head—what more insanity can happen?

A faux figure in Maledictus’s mind began to arise from the still charring fire; it was his father, Nequit Dominum. The being loomed over his son, like a lost entity. Maledictus hear a voice, a coo to kill who had killed his father. M.Dominum’s eyes looked deranged, as he searched his brain for the other scents the lied within the ravine. There was one of a *Spinosaurus, some skin scents of a Mapusaurus and Abelisaurus*—but the most dominant of all besides his father, was one of an alpha *Tyrannosaurus rex*. Maledictus Dominum bellowed laughing, as the figure of Nequit too started chirping, before vanishing. Dominum then fled the forest, dashing through the fire—towards the center of Dhahabi’ard. Sadly, he was less than a mile away.

He truly has gone insane, for there was no figure of Nequit Dominum—nothing but an illusion, an excuse for his pain. The demon ran through the forest, his feet shaking the world for miles. His olfactory bulbs were leading him somewhere he had never been—in search of one thing, The Tyrant King. The same Tyrant King, who has had a miracle happen in his life. Tyrance’s emotions were off the charts, and indescribable—and such was the same for Tyria, for from the same nest that his father and mother had created a decade ago, an egg lied. There was only one, and its shell was brown, and it was large. This egg housed the greatest achievement in the Tyrant King’s epic life, his son.

Tyrance nuzzled Tyria—she was still recovering from laying the egg, and needed rest. The Tyrant King stood up from his rest, determined to bring a meal home for his resting mate whilst she watched over their new child. Tyria layed her head down against the cavern ground; there was no cave ceiling, it was open and free—and as Tyria rested a flock of pterosaurs landed atop Taghia-Sakhra. Tyrance trotted down the mountain, as Tyria lifted her head up and bared her teeth in an aggressive manner—the pterosaurs were *Quetzalcoatlus*, a known egg thief. The pterosaurs slowly but surely glided down the chasm, trying to reach the cave—but their journey was stopped near instantly, as Tyria released a dominant bellow—scaring them far away from the mountain.

Tyrance walked through the grassy plain at the base of the mountain—heading towards a river. He was filled with instinctual happiness in glee, for finally he was passing on his legacy. When he reached the creek, it seemed as though another gift was bestowed before him. A partially eaten *Mapusaurus* carcass, that looked as though it had been burned. There were very distinct wounds running down its neck, torso, and legs. Tyrance could identify that its arms were broken—and when he nudged it, its body moved into its back—signifying that the vertebrae had been broken.

Tyrance was confused—the only other predator he knew that would have decimated an animal like this and left it was Nequit Dominum, but he was dead—he knew that for sure. Nonetheless, as lightning struck in the background, Tyrance lifted the mapusaur into the air—and began to carry it back to the nest. Little did he know, a demon had laid a trap for him—and he had taken the bait. The Tyrant King had been having dreams of Nequit Dominum again. In particular, he had been seeing a being that resembled the demon—but had a much more demented and cursed look. Something was, off. As Tyrance hiked back to Taghia-Sakhra, a loud screech emanated across the plain.

The Tyrant King’s brow tightened, as his eyes squinted in fear for Tyria! His leisurely stroll turned into a fear-filled run, as in an instant he was back at the base of the mountain, and then atop it. He nearly destabilized the mountain with the power he put into every step—and it wasn’t long before he was back at the entrance of the cave. At the entrance to the cave, what the Tyrant King saw he did not deserve to. Tyria, held in the air by a twenty-foot tall pale-white, thing. Trauma filled Tyrance’s eyes, as he dropped the carcass—Nequit had lived? This could not be true, no, he had broken his neck and heard the snap. He had fallen lifeless in his jaws and had then been crushed by the cliffside! He was not alive!

That much was true, and Tyrance soon realized it—as he took in a deep sniff. It was not the original demon, no—it was none other than his offspring. Tyrance snarled his teeth and bellowed an aggressive roar of dominance—but Maledictus merely smiled, before tightening his grip on the back of Tyria’s neck. Tyrance began to charge him, but suddenly saw he was all in one big trap—for Dominum had his egg in the other hand. Maledictus Dominum bellowed a screeching laugh that silenced the land—further enraging Tyrance, as it sounded the same as Nequit Dominum. Rage, anger, pain, and fear took hold of the Tyrant King’s body—he could not let another Dominum takeaway his family again! No, he couldn’t!

Tyrance bellowed, finally catching the attention of Maledictus. He wanted nothing to do with Tyria, and threw her aside into a wall; she cooed in pain, sending Tyrance into a state of madness. So badly did he want to ram into Maledictus Dominum, but he could not—he had his son. Maledictus walked up to Tyrance, and put his face in his—but Tyrance could not clamp back, shove, or claw—for he placed his son right next to him, before bolting down the mountain. Tyrance bellowed, and immediately chased after the demon. Rocks were sent flying into the air, as the pressure from these two titanic beasts running nearly toppled the already ruin of Taghia-Sakhra.

***Maledictus curved his body down into a bare theropod stance, and lifted his tail into the air—he was now running at twenty miles per-hour. Sadly for him, Tyrance—even in his older age, was faster. Anger and emotion gave the world a fearful ambience, as Tyrance chased Maledictus through the plain, and into the burning forest.*** The Tyrant King had no idea at all what could’ve possibly happened within this forest, but he tried his best dodge the flame—although some of it gave his ankles a seer. Maledictus’s insanity contrasted against Tyrance’s focused determination, as the demon was met with the same threat that killed his father—an unrelenting powerhouse.

Dominum was luring Tyrance to a specific location—and with each passing second it grew closer, before it was there. Maledictus smashed his foot onto a rocky plateau—Tyrance following near instantly behind him. Maledictus Dominum stopped his run at the edge of a cliff, before turning back to see Tyrance—who too stopped. Their eyes met, before they fell down to the right to see the bottom of the cliff. Flashbacks filled the brain of the Tyrant King—it was the same ravine that Egypt had died in, the same ravine that Nequit Dominum had died in, and the same one that he had almost died in.

He maintained his composure, and lifted his head back up to face Maledictus Dominum—who placed the egg down, and opened his arms, as though mocking Tyrance. The Tyrant King had enough, and the morning sun slowly began to rise in the back—as he charged in rival for the final time. He could not let another Dominum live and destroy the world—he had to stop him, he was the only one who could. This was it, the battle Maledictus had dreamed of. The demon lifted his foot up, prepared to smash Tyrance’s egg—but he was taken aback, as the same force as a freight train running one over knocked him back.

A broad cranium nearly impaled itself into Maledictus’s chest, sending him and the one who had done it, Tyrance, tumbling to the ground. Maledictus bellowed in pain, before kicking Tyrance off him with his right foot; the demon tried to stand up, but Tyrance clamped onto his back and smashed him to the ground. Non-stop did the Tyrant King assume revenge through repeated smashing into the rock. Maledictus Dominum bellowed in pain, before lifting his tail up and ramming it into the Tyrant King. Tyrance stumbled back, dazed, as the demon finally stood up—only a little bit shaken by the onslaught.

Maledictus did not share the same raw power as his father, but he had nearly twice the durability. The demon clamped onto the stunned Tyrance’s snout, and shook it around madly—clawing his torso with his talons all throughout. He then slapped Tyrance’s face with the back of his hand, and impaled his claws into his torso. Blood poured from the Tyrant King, as he cooed in pain. His strength was not the same as it was five-years ago—his body was taken aback by this level of onslaught. Nonetheless, determination to avenge Tyria and his child filled him—and Tyrance retaliated. The King of the Dinosaurs ducked underneath one of Maledictus’s swipes, and bit down on his right arm.

Maledictus Dominum could do nothing but trill, as Tyrance clamped down with twenty-thousand pounds of pure pressure—not his maximum, but enough to break the bone. Maledictus roared aloud in tremendous pain; he pushed Tyrance off with his left arm, and staggered back looking at his now crooked hand. The forearm began to fluctuate, as Maledictus breathed in and out. In an instant, the bone was back—regeneration, a gift from Nequit Dominum. Tyrance remembered that ability immediately, and his dread of it returned.

***No, this is not good. Gas began to flood out of Maledictus Dominum’s gills, as him and Tyrance dueled—clawing and clamping. Maledictus’s stamina began to run out, he was not expecting the sheer power and unrelenting will of Tyrance—who took advantage of every single opportunity that M.Dominum gave him to its greatest ability. He was dealing with an experienced beast—and he was not winning.*** Tyrance began to get confused, as an immeasurable amount of mist coated the battlefield. The King made a final push against Maledictus, for he sensed something was up. He clamped onto the demon’s neck, and pushed him back—but Maledictus Dominum had stopped reacting, and was merely taking the damage.

Tyrance made a last stand, and grasped Dominum’s snout within his—before hurling him aside. The air was cold, and the land was silent—as all stopped. Tyrance breathed in deeply, his eyes searching through the fog to find Maledictus, but failing. He could barely breathe the mist was so thick, and smelled terrible. A brief but consecutive light became visible in the near distance—a sort of, spark. ***No. No. The demon’s neck expanded tremendously, as his maw opened. The darkness fell out of favor, as the mist spread out—and an orange flame filled the void. Tyrance’s pain was indescribable, and he made no sounds—as orange light burned him.***

Maledictus set all the mist ablaze, as he gained control over the fire for the first time—and singled the ray out at Tyrance’s torso. The fire charred the Tyrant King, and drained his will out to none. Tyrance bellowed in pain, as Maledictus intensified his ray—and the fire combined with the mist, creating a devastating black beam. Tyrance collapsed, barely breathing. This can’t be, but it was—this was the end of the Tyrant King. Maledictus stopped breathing flame, and walked over to his nemesis. There was no vegetation around that the fire could latch onto, so it just dissipated entirely.

From the outskirts of the battle, Tyria appeared just in time. She ran through the mist, straight to the center of the battle to see a terrible sight—Tyrance, collapsed on the ground, Dominum looming over him. Maledictus Dominum looked up at her, before his chest expanded—and another beam of flame erupted from his throat. It was a short distracting breath, just to get her to back up—whilst he finished Tyrance, for his ***father***. Tyria backed up, just missing the fire; Tyrance’s eyes were barely open, and he was panting heavily—as Maledictus Dominum pushed him towards the edge of the cliff.

Tyria ran through the fire; ***the end, had come.*** She could do nothing but watch, as Tyrance was pushed down the same slope he had rolled down five-years ago. Maledictus Dominum bellowed in terrible ecstasy, as he grasped his head and threw himself around. He, did it—he killed the Tyrant King. Tyria bellowed in shock and fear, before joining the fight. She rammed into Maledictus Dominum, taking the demon by surprise—knocking him over. She looked over the edge of the ravine, and Tyrance was nowhere to be found. The Tyrant Queen’s rage was as hot as the fire, as she turned her skull over to face the confused Maledictus Dominum

She, was now the last shot at saving the world. The Tyrant Queen bellowed ready to face Maledictus, who inched up on her. She knew, somewhere within her heart—that Tyrance had to still be alive, and that she needed to hold out. ***Maledictus Dominum stood tall over the Tyrant Queen, but she did not back down. This was it—the final battle.***

**Chapter six:**

The world was not silent—for a destined battle was afoot. Volcanoes erupted in the background, spewing lava across the land—pterosaurs watched from their tree branch perches, and a terrible storm was happening up above—as Tyria, and Maledictus Dominum battled in an unexpected duel. All were confused, was the Tyrant King gone? Why was his mate there and not him? Little did they know, the ***Tyrant King*** was gone. Maledictus loomed over Tyria, and snarled in deep disgust—as the alpha-female too snarled in unrivaled rage at the demon. She could identify that this was not the original demon, ***Nequit Dominum***.

The scent banging of offspring filled her olfactory bulbs, and the knowledge filled her—this was none other than his son. This revelation only further enraged Tyria—Nequit propagated his demonic genes, and is still torturing Tyrance and her? Maledictus bellowed, and Tyria bellowed back—this was it, the final battle. Dominum trilled with aggressive haste, before clawing Tyria’s skull—taking the alpha female off guard, before shoving her. The Tyrant Queen went with the shove, twirling her body around to perfectly clamp onto Dominum’s left arm. She pulled him through the arm into her cranium, forcing Maledictus to roar aloud.

Blood rained down the demon’s forearm, and he began to forcibly pry Tyria off—but much to no avail. The alpha-female clamped down harder, enacting 18,000 pounds of pressure. Maledictus impaled his right hand talons into her neck, forcing her off. Dominum continued his assault—he clamped onto her snout and threw her to the right, before slicing her pelvis with his claws, and clamping onto the back of her neck. Tyria’s body constricted and cringed, as Maledictus’s teeth became embedded within her neck; in a last ditch effort, the Tyrant Queen slammed her tail into Maledictus—destabilizing the mutant, who quickly regained his footing.

Maledictus Dominum swung his right arm at Tyria, but she ducked underneath and rammed him with her body. Maledictus’s arms swung erratically, as he fell back on himself—smashing into the rocky plateau, crackling it in all directions. Blood streamed through Tyria’s feathers, as she quickly stomped her right foot onto the demon’s stomach—his screams of pain filled her with joy. She sank her talons into his abdomen, as gas began to flood in and out of M.Dominum’s gills. Quickly, Maledictus breathed extremely hot steam into Tyria’s face—dazing the Tyrant Queen, and knocking her off of him.

Maledictus rolled himself over, and clawed up to the ground—blood dripping from his abs and onto the rock. The demon quickly ran over to Tyria in an awkward upright fast walk, but Tyria anticipated his charge, and whipped his face with the end of her tail. Dominum threw his hands on the side of his face in pain, and screeched—as Tyria turned around, back to tiptop shape, and charged Maledictus. Dominum quickly regained control of his sense to see Tyria charging him; the demon—with fierce precision—grabbed both sides of her skull with his arms and held her back. The sheer force of Tyria sent the two sliding back twenty yards through the rock, but Maledictus held her back with his arm strength.

The demon now had the upper hand, and he was not going to lose it again; the demon impaled her brow with his talons, before twirling her skull to the low right—and throwing her to the ground. Tyria collapsed to the rock head first, just as Maledictus picked up a massive rock from the ground—and smashed atop her back. The boulder shattered atop Tyria’s back—putting her in tremendous pain. She bellowed an agonizing roar, as M.Dominum kicked her—ramming each one of his talons into her torso with every kick. The Tyrant Queen’s stamina was beginning to run out, and she started to pant heavily—this was not good.

She swung her tail underneath Maledictus Dominum’s legs, knocking him to the ground atop a stalagmite-like rock—breaking his arm. Tyria shook her head in an annoyed and angered manner, before using her muscular arms and thighs to lift her up—just in time to see Maledictus’s arm fluctuated, instantly regenerating. Leaves fell from trees, and tornadoes became visible in the far distance—as Tyria stood her ground and watched as Maledictus stood back up. The demon did not turn to face her this time; gas poured out of his gills, and he released a cackling trill—as he slowly turned to face Tyria, his deranged emotionless eyes making her cringe.

Tyria placed her left foot back and embedded it within the rock, as she lifted her lips—baring her teeth. Maledictus turned to face the tyrannosaur; he closed his eyes, before increasing the intensity of the gas flooding his gills. The sentient mind brought to the forefront all the trauma he had endured in his life, all the scorn and torture—the rage fueling him. Dominum’s gills began to open and close, separating the gas to intervals—as Maledictus Dominum breathed in and out repeatedly, his arms curled in next to his puffed out chest. Tyria began to realize what he was about to do, and quickly charged the demon—but it was too late; M.Dominum released a new variant of the fire, a singular condensed spike-like ray with no trail behind it.

Tyria's run came to a stunning stop, as she ducked her head just in time—the fire only grazing her neck feathers. Maledictus’s maw curved into a glowering smile, as he released a wave of methane—for his energy was drained, and he could not trigger the mechanism in the back of his throat to create fire. The savage-mutant once again dazed Tyria, but that was not all—for he rammed the alpha-female’s snout with his shoulder, nearly breaking her jaw. She bellowed in pain, as the demon clamped onto her neck.

Tornadoes ravaged through vegetation miles away, as Maledictus Dominum tightened his grip on Tyria’s neck—he was not letting go, and this time she could not get out, for he held her tail down with his left arm. Tyria bellowed in tremendous pain, as she felt her neck cracking, and breathing became harder. Blood poured from the Tyrant Queen’s mouth and body, as Dominum clamped down even harder. Her body had just been through child birth, it became more obvious with every second—this was the end of the Tyrant Queen. She dwelled back to when Nequit Dominum had knocked her unconscious—the trauma enough to make her relive the memory in full. She remembered Tyrance’s devastated face. ***After all the Tyrant King had been through, for her and his family—he had died at the hands of his nemesis’s son.***

Tyria’s adrenaline spiked, as she tried her hardest to break out—but to no avail. From the nearby forest, familiar sights appeared; Earth, and his two *Mapusaurus*. They had just been practically eradicated by Maledictus Dominum themselves—and now seeing yet another animal meet their end by his jaws filled them with pain and sorrow. Earth released a *Mapusaurus* only vibration, telling his two others that they could not possibly help her kill the demon—they stood no chance. Yet, for once in their lives—the two mapusaurs did not agree with their alpha. The alpha-female chirped that they needed to avenge their omega, he had died for them.

Earth cooed that their safety was more important—but the beta and alpha-female did not agree; they wanted true revenge, even if it meant insubordination. Earth, deep down in his animal brain too wanted revenge—he knew what he had to do, but doubted that he could. The two mapusaurs chirped that this was more than about survival in their dinosaur language, before bursting through the forest—heading for Maledictus Dominum. Earth watched his last two pack members charge off from the forest—his fear had taken hold, and had given him a mental block. Maledictus Dominum was a mere second away from breaking Tyria’s neck, before he felt the right side of his chest cave in, and he was hurled away—leaving three of his teeth embedded in Tyria’s neck.

The alpha-female tyrannosaur collapsed to the ground, barely breathing; she turned her head off to the right, panting all throughout, to see that two *Mapusaurus* were overpowering Maledictus Dominum—giving her a chance to regain energy. The alpha-female mapusaur bit down and tugged on Maledictus’s right leg, while the once beta, now omega, did the same to his left. The demon spurred his blood drenched claws into the necks of the mapusaurs, but they did not release their grip. He closed his eyes and threw his head up, as he cried in tremendous pain. Blood began to rain from his thighs, as the mapusaurs serrated teeth did their job—revenge was on the horizon.

But, Dominum’s pain was not over—as from the forest, Earth appeared, charging him with all his might. Earth slammed into Maledictus, the force breaking his two subordinates grips, and in turn scarring Maledictus—gravely. Maledictus used his tail to keep him from falling over, as he quickly accounted for three more enemies to battle—before dueling Earth. The demon had not even contemplated the concept of battling a foe beyond Tyrance, and now he was—his anger was like an erupting volcano—the Cursed Lord had been played. The alpha-female and omega mapusaur stood next to Earth, who stared at Maledictus with not even a hint of fear—he was confident that they had the battle.

Maledictus Dominum threw his arms out in a wrestler-like stance, whilst he stared at the mapusaurs—teeth bared, and emotionless eyes looking at all three. The demon plotted out his course of action, and charged. This was it. Earth stood his ground, as the other two mapusaurs split up to flank Dominum. The demon ran at Earth with a haymaker, but the alpha-mapusaur dodged the strike and retaliated with a smash from his skull. The smash came to Maledictus’s right, and the demon went with the flow of force—twirling around and slamming his massive tail into Earth. Earth bellowed in pain, as his already broken arm was further damaged by the force, and his right-side ribs were broken, and shoulder dislocated.

Dominum returned to his upright stance, and almost mockingly swayed his grounded tail at Earth; his cockiness would not last, as the alpha-female and beta stomped on the tail in unison before clamping onto the demon’s arms. As the demon met his match in the form of mapusaurs and a tyrant, more beings emerged from the forest; Claw and Talon. Claw had seen Nequit Dominum all those years ago—he had killed almost all the members of her pack. ***To her, this pale-white upright being looked identical, and she longed for the revenge she had been unable to attain.***

The *Dakotaraptor* snarled to Talon that she was going to aid the other animals kill the demon. Talon urged his mother not to through chirps and coos, but she was not listening; Claw leaped from the undergrowth, headed directly for Maledictus—of course Talon directly behind her close pursuit. The two raptors were shaken like an earthquake by the clumsy back and forth from the four theropods battling, but they persevered, and made it to the battle—unannounced. Tyria finally felt as though she had gained enough energy, and stood up just in time to see two Dakotaraptors join the fray; the dromeosaurs had leaped onto the back of Dominum, and were clawing his neck and back.

The alpha-female tyrannosaur shook her head and flexed her muscles in preparation, before bolting back into the battle. Maledictus Dominum spun his arms around to shake off the mapusaurs; the demon had just realized that there were beings on his back, and started ferociously clawing at his neck and shaking to get them off. The *Dakotaraptors* had embedded their sickle claws into his back—they were not falling off that easy. Maledictus Dominum began to have a panic attack, as Earth and his two mapusaurs clawed and clamped onto his body. But, nothing could prepare him for the return of Tyria; the alpha-female *Tyrannosaurus rex* precisely lunged for his neck, and clamped on perfectly.

The demon, to say the least, had lost the upper-hand. Two mapusaurs on his arms and another on his tail, two raptors on his back, and a tyrant breaking his neck. However, another sensation was killing Maledictus Dominum—it was coming from his tail. From the tip of Maledictus Dominum’s grounded tail, in the safest location possible to attack—Difference, the *Abelisaurus*, was throwing in his two cents. The abelisaur had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and was biting and pulling like a dog to a toy on Dominum’s tail.

But his pain was not over yet—as from their tree branch perches, the *Quetzalcoatlus* launched. Four in-total soared over to the battlefield—an act never before seen. Maledictus Dominum threw his back out, as the pain became unbearable. The demon let out a deafening bellow, as from the skies four *Quetzalcoatlus* landed atop his back and impaled their beak into his flesh. My how the tides have turned—for as blood poured down Maledictus’s body, painting his pale-white scales red, his end was nigh. Tyria tightened her clamp onto the under neck of M.Dominum, Earth clamped onto his back whilst his subordinates held down Dominum by his arms, Claw and Talon mauled his spine, Difference mutilated the end of his tail, and the pterosaurs impaled their beaks into the spine.

It was a phenomenal sight—for the world had finally intervened, sparing Tyrance the deed. It was, the Demon vs the World. Maledictus threw his back and arms back, as gas suddenly began to flood out of his gills once more—startling the battling beasts. A crocodile-like second slit covered Dominum’s red eyes, as tornadoes ravaged the world a few miles back, and volcanoes accompanied the destruction. An offset dark golden glow pierced through the overcast sky, glazing the beasts in its rays—as Maledictus prepared another one of his trump cards. Maledictus used the immeasurable pain he was enduring to fuel his adrenaline, which in turn fueled his methane sac—for the final time, this was not good!

***The demon’s body began to glow a deep melted metal red, as he strained his entire body. Tyria, Earth and his two, Difference, Claw, Talon, and the pterosaurs were all thrown back by a wave of pure heat;*** Claw and Talon were sent flying back, and smashed into the alpha-female mapusaur, before smashing into the rocky plateau—their chirps of agony clashing with everyone else’s. Tyria staggered, her left arm about broken, into Earth—who in turn fell into a tree. The two theropods stood up and bellowed at each other, before remembering who their united enemy was. Difference’s body slid across the rocky plateau, leaving a trail of blood in his wake—his leg was already broken, hasn’t he been through enough? Maledictus’s glow turned back to a charred pale-white, but now he was severely exhausted and injured.

The mutant stumbled around eerily, grasping at his stomach and throat, before blood began to rush from both; Tyria stood up and shook her body, while Earth returned to his collapsed other two who were trying to recover after the heatwave. The pterosaurs were visibly shaken, and immediately took to the skies—fleeing the battle. The demon was not done; he regrouped, and expelled more steam from his gills and maw—preparing for another wave of fire, this time directed at the alpha-female and omega mapusaur.

Everyone had been defeated by the demon—***he had conquered them despite their tireless effort.*** It seemed as though all was lost, as his mechanism scraped back and forth—directing another torrent of fire at the two mapusaurs; just before the fire seared the flesh and killed the theropod, Earth appeared! The *Mapusaurus* ran directly into the fire, acting as shield to his pack. The fire cooked through his feathers and flesh and charred his torso black, but Earth did not care! No, he did not; his pack was his life, if they died he died. The *Mapusaurus*, with a final push from his adrenaline and love for his pack rammed Maledictus Dominum and began to push him towards the edge of the cliff.

Maledictus, despite the turn of events, did not stop breathing flame—and continued, now completely burning through Earth’s back. The pain was unbearable—the heat the smoke, the blood and bile on the floor—it was horrific. Earth knocked Maledictus to within six feet of the edge of the ravine, before his strength gave out. His heart nearly stopped, and his muscles collapsed, but he kept going, and pushed with his shoulder blade directly into the demon. Maledictus Dominum lifted his arm up and impaled it into Earth’s shoulder, but the theropod was numb to pain—he merely absorbed it. The demon’s power gave out, just as Maledictus prepared for another wave of fire to end the beast; Maledictus Dominum prepared for a final wave of destruction to end the theropods--before he could, something grasped his attention, and he looked up.

He did not have time to complete the task, as a train in the form of a *Tyrannosaurus rex* slammed into him—knocking the demon off the cliff with an extra five-feet to spare. Tyria and the barely alive Earth watched in awe, as Maledictus Dominum rolled down the ravine's sand slope and into its dark mist filled bottom—a final screeching bellow left to the air to remember him by. ***Was it over, was the Cursed Lord dead?!***

**Chapter seven:**

Maledictus Dominum tumbled and rolled in tremendous emotional and physical agony down a rock slope—headed towards the bottom of the same ravine his father died within. The demon’s arms and legs were broken, along with his spirit, as sand clung to his hide and sharp rocks embedded themselves within his flesh. ***The sounds of the World stopped, as he finally crashed down into the rubble-barren ravine; rocks tumbled down after him, smashing into other rocks—splitting them apart, much like the brain of Maledictus. He crashed down back on his right-side, and broke nearly all of his ribs—this injury of most severe nature meant nothing to him though, nothing.***

Maledictus Dominum does not care about pain—he cares about fulfilling his own goal, and since he has regeneration pain has no effect to him—only defeat does, much like his father. His bones fluctuated to heal in an annoyingly perfect manner—it always comes in just in time to save this monster from death. His ribs, arms, feet and legs all regenerated, before he rolled over to his side and stood up from the ravine. The only light was the moon, and it even failed to penetrate the thick mist shield that dramatized the atmosphere of this haunted fissure. Maledictus Dominum breathed in deeply and grasped his snout with his right arm; he had been defeated—conquered, by insignificant beings.

He began to swell with rage, and his anger illuminated his body—as he began to glow a bright melted red. The exit of the ravine was practically sealed off by a blockade of debris—enough that he could have knocked over, had he had his hold strength; regeneration comes at a price—the same one for Nequit. Through repair of bones he loses muscularity and stamina in those areas. Breaking all of his limbs and ribs—it was amazing that he could even stand; alas, the demon had been fooled—alas, the fooler had been conquered at his own game. Maledictus Dominum began to bellow in immeasurable rage—smashing boulders with his feet and ramming his face into the ravine walls.

Yet, through the impenetrable darkness and unimaginable insanity—Maledictus Dominum remembered something, Tyrance. Where was he? He had been knocked down here, an unlike Dominum was a normal beast—he had no regeneration. Maledictus began to sniff around, homing in on a scent—one of the deceased King of Dinosaurs. The demon searched through the rubble, snarling his lips and furrowing his brow, as he hurled rocks into the air—using his night-vision to see through the darkness and mist. He dug through the rubble and rock, but it was thankless—to no avail; Maledictus smelt Tyrance though—perhaps he had broken his back and tried to limp off, but died somewhere else? Maledictus began to believe this, and resigned himself to its truth.

The demon took a deep breath, before walking over to his father’s corpse; he trotted over to the interior of the cliffside, and gazed for minutes at the decayed body of Nequit Dominum. ***All was silent—not a creak nor a crumble. Solitude and peace, for the Unstoppable Lord—but not for the Cursed Lord.*** Maledictus Dominum stood there, looking at his father—before walking out of the cavern, back to the ravine. A scent came back to his olfactory bulbs—the one of Tyrance; it smelt different though—as though Tyrance had changed. He knew the slayer of the Unstoppable Lord was dead—he was certain that he had killed him, no one else.

The cliffside began to crack and crumble, as Dominum’s disturbance reawakened the graveyard. The demon began to worry once again—how was he to escape this isolation. He thought and pondered his predicament, never realizing that he had gotten himself into his own nightmare, and was now doomed to the same fate as his father—unwanted solitude. He looked around his perimeter, as he thought he had heard a sound; his fears were not wrong.

***The demon turned back to face the mist and was met with the force of two freight-trains ramming into his gut. He felt as though all of his confidence, all of his power and dominion over the world faded and fell—as he collapsed to the ground.*** He smashed up and down alongside the rubble ground, before absorbing some of the mist with his gills to see who had done this—but his mind had already told him. Maledictus Dominum clawed up to the ground, and stared directly ahead at his final opponent. It was a being, not like the one he had killed. No, the animal he had killed was dead—erased from this world; the godlike animal smashed its three-taloned foot into the rock, staring straight into Maledictus Dominum’s eyes all throughout.

Maledictus Dominum felt his stomach twist, and his skin crawl—as a new animal stood before him. The animal’s muscles rippled and shook, as it snarled and bared its dagger teeth. Maledictus Dominum came to realize it—what stood before him was not some theropod, no—it was the most powerful animal to have ever walked the Earth, it was the slayer of his father. It was no easily killable Tyrant King, no—it was not. He had killed the Tyrant King that had killed his father, but in-turn had evolved it passed its dormant stage. Maledictus Dominum shuttered and felt his knees buckle, as the animal released a bellow from its regal maw. ***With each passing moment, it became known***; ***gone was the Tyrant King—arisen, has the Tyrant Lord***. It felt as though the two spirits of the deceased warriors in the ravine, the *Spinosaurus* Egypt, and the demon Nequit Dominum stood behind the two combatants—one new, and the other known.

The Tyrant Lord released yet another bellow, and Maledictus Dominum reciprocated such—***before the final battle for the fate of everything—the Cursed Lord vs the Tyrant Lord began***. It seemed like the entire world shook, as the Tyrant Lord obliterated rocks in his charge towards Maledictus. The demon could do nothing, and was hurled aside by the unbeatable unrivaled Lord of Theropods—who seemingly effortlessly knocked the fifteen-ton demon to the ground. The Tyrant Lord clamped onto his neck and smashed him into one of the ravine walls furiously, and with unrelenting merciless rage. Blood streamed down the Maledictus’s back as he sang in pain, before he sank his claws into The Tyrant Lord’s neck and shoved him back.

Only trace amounts of blood fell from the Lord of Predator’s neck, as he seemed to absorb the shove, before charging right back at Maledictus and smashing him into the wall yet again. Maledictus felt three of his ribs collapse like grapes underneath two fingers, as the Tyrant Lord’s skull completely pulverized the demon’s stamina and will. Maledictus could do nothing, as the etherial-like theropod clamped onto his neck and twirled him away from the wall before throwing him—pulling back with his teeth to leave a devastating blood riddled scar in his wake. Maledictus Dominum screeched, before lifting his tail up and smashing it into the Tyrant Lord’s torso.

The beast clamped onto Dominum’s tail, and pulled him closer by it, before lunging for the back of his neck. The tragedy of Maledictus Dominum became truly visible, as his eyes closed, and his power became null and void against the sheer might of the Slayer of Nequit Dominum. The etherial-theropod bit down with twenty-four thousand pounds of pure pressure, shattering the shoulder-blade of Maledictus. As the shoulder broke Tyrance’s teeth pierced the calcium-rich bone, and a loud crunch was heard as his teeth went deeper. Maledictus Dominum tried his hardest to claw back and retaliate, but he could not even regenerate—as the Tyrant Lord knew the tricks of him and his father, and held him down—further tightening his clamp onto his shoulder.

It seemed like the rage and sorrow-filled agony of all the animals the Dominums have killed further powered the clamp from the ***Tyrant Lord***—for it felt like the entire weight of the World was demolishing Maledictus Dominum. The once unbeatable demon, the son of the Unstoppable Lord felt his right knee collapse underneath a kick from the Tyrant Lord’s muscular leg; Maledictus Dominum, in this last moment, he wandered back to his upbringing. He had been tortured so, and had been given nothing. The hatred of a sentient mind overcame his innate good, and turned a possibly normal creation—into a monster. He saw Nequit Dominum’s spirit standing behind Tyrance, looking at him with those emotionless red eyes. Maledictus Dominum’s hatred for the World and himself filled him with a second wind of power, and he cackled maniacally—before ramming the Tyrant Lord’s pelvis with his tail, and clawing him off with his left arm.

Maledictus quickly regenerated his shoulder, although it still barely functioned, before expelling gas out of his gills in a final attempt to end his suffering, and avenge his father. The Tyrant Lord knew what was coming, and with the power of all of the World at his side, tilted his skull to the upper right, before hammering it down onto the snout of Maledictus Dominum; the demon’s jaw was broken, making him helpless against the onslaught from the Tyrant Lord—whom sliced his body with his teeth. Maledictus knocked over the Lord of Predators with his tail, before stomping his skull with his feet. It meant nothing, as the animal quickly lunged up and rammed Dominum’s right side with his skull—breaking even more ribs.

Maledictus socked the Tyrant Lord’s skull with a haymaker and a hook, before breathing in deeply, and expelling a wave of dark-red fire from his maw. Even The Tyrant Lord bellowed in pain, and fell to the ground against the sheer power. The Tyrant Lord was repelled for a mere moment, giving the Cursed Lord enough time to stagger and limp inside the cavern his father died within. Without any hesitation, the demon stumbled over to the original demon, and bent down. The Cursed Lord tore off the arm of the Unstoppable Lord, before hobbling back out to face his rival—who had already stood back up.

The Lord of Beast’s dewlap swelled with air, as he silenced the land with his coo—before charging the demon; The Cursed Lord revealed the arm of The Unstoppable Lord, immediately stopping the charge of The Tyrant Lord—who remembered it from his battle. The demon winded his arm back, before barraging the Lord of Predators with the claw; the etherial-dinosaur was taken aback, and sliced down his scalp by the arm—tearing out some of his feathers, replacing them with blood. Maledictus Dominum rammed his knuckles into the Tyrant Lord’s maw, before slicing his underbelly with Dominum’s arm, and throwing him to the ground.

His name came back to him in a flash as-well, Tyrance—Tyrance. His failures also flooded him, when he had been unable to save his parents from a pack of *Giganotosaurus*—when he let Nequit Dominum kill his brother and sister, and nearly kill his mate. The Tyrant Lord’s will fell, as his eyes closed—he believed himself to be a failure. As the Cursed Lord gained momentum and strength his flame sac grew in size, inflating his stomach and throat, as he prepared to end the Tyrant Lord once and for all. Tyrance opened his eyes one last time; through the darkness, he saw a figure—a being.

The Tyrant Lord widened his amber eyes, and it became visible—***Egypt***. The *Spinosaurus* was staring at Tyrance from his on all fours position, before fading away. The Lord of Predator’s body filled with emotion and pain—he owes it to the World to save it. Maledictus Dominum furrowed his brow and bellowed a screeching roar, as his foe yet again stood up, and this time he was not going down. The Tyrant Lord thought of his family and his entire life, before bellowing his alpha roar, and turning to face the demon for the final time. The Cursed Lord took a deep breath, before in a last attempt to defeat the slayer of demons, expelled a beam.

Tyrance trilled in pain and ducked his head low, as the blood-red fire burned his body, but he was not going to surrender. The Tyrant Lord painfully placed one foot in-front of the other, and slowly began a light walk—using all of his ubiquitous will to persevere. The Cursed Lord increased the intensity of his beam, the fire now becoming pure black in color like the mist, but it was not enough! All of Tyrance’s life flowed through his eyes, as each step was fueled solely by his family. The Tyrant Lord, the truly unstoppable Master of the Dinosaurs, with a final lunge clamped onto the front of Maledictus’s neck.

***The fire stopped, as the Tyrant Lord, using all the power in his body tilted Dominum’s neck upwards***; the demon dropped his father’s arm from his grasp, as his body was thrusted upwards, still spraying maroon-red fire out at the sky. The demon clawed back and forth at Tyrance’s body, as he was knocked back—losing all control of his body, and losing air. ***The Tyrant Lord bit down harder, as he rammed his feet into Maledictus’s legs—collapsing him to the ground.*** Fire still beamed upwards, as Tyrance closed his eyes and converted all of his will into his bite.

Maledictus threw his head around, as the fire stopped; it was over. The Cursed Lord felt his organs stop, and lost all feeling in his muscles. His neck began to crack and break underneath the Tyrant Lord; the, Cursed Lord, finally dwelled back to his mother. He remembered something that he had forgotten—the love and care that went into his upbringing. The demon’s hatred dwindled, as he remembered the love that went into raising him—the love that he killed in an instant. The hatred tried to resurge through thoughts of him never being able to get a mate, but even that was overshadowed by one thing—Verendus, his mother.

The demon conceded defeat, as methane stopped flowing from his gills. ***The sentient mind cried out in mourning for what he had done—he began to realize everything. Maledictus Dominum then pondered his father—he could not just let him have died for nothing, no!*** If he was to die, his killer had to. The mutant seemed to have had a revelation, as he no longer cared about himself, and merely wished to kill Tyrance; Tyrance’s eyes widened in pain but he did not release his grip, as Maledictus embedded his claws into his neck—searching for his jugular vein. The Tyrant Lord lossed his status, and fell back to his former self—the Tyrant King.

He did not have the strength to break Dominum’s neck like he did all those years ago. Dominum further sliced his neck, weakening the Tyrant Ruler even more. But, before his energy ran out—a final image appeared before him, his egg. Tyrance thought of his son and Tyria—he thought of his sister Tyrana and his brother Tyranno. He could not die to the son of the one who had killed them, he could not let him win! ***No!! The Tyrant Ruler returned to the Tyrant Lord, permanently, and enacted all the power he could into the bite***. The Cursed Lord could do nothing, as Tyrance, with all the power of all of those that had died at the demon’s claws, clamped down.

The pain was unbearable, but The Tyrant Lord had to persevere--***for the fate of the future***. Like the lightning in the back, his bite-force grew in an instant—leaping from twenty-four thousand pounds, to ***forty thousand***. Unprecedented, unbelievable. The Cursed Lord could do nothing, as his neck was easily broken underneath the jaws of the Tyrant Lord. Maledictus Dominum fell lifeless under the maw of the Lord of all Predators—whom threw him to the ground. Blood streamed down Tyrance’s body from all sides, as he analyzed the corpse of the Cursed Lord; the demon’s mouth was agape, and his eyes were closed.

***His unstoppable rage, had been stopped—for the final time***.

**Chapter 8:**

At the top of the fissure, a defeated, and severely burned theropod lie—Earth. His orange-feathers were charred black, and his body was nearly finished. Tyria was not that far away, about three meters, and did not look that much better. Red-wet blood streamed from her snout to her arms, and her pelvis was charred; she had laid down at the edge of the fissure, panting like a lion—staring into the ravine depths like a hawk. Earth felt as though he had done his job, and that his time was over—for the pain was too great. Earth thought of his life, a common event that happens at the end of an animal’s life. He thought of when he saved his once pack of seven from a rampaging *Saurophaganax*—how he had knocked the beast off a clay outcropping within a mesa.

He had nearly died in that event, but still he swore that he would do the same again and again for his pack—his family. Earth’s eyes closed, as his heart beat slowed dramatically; his vision became hazy, and the world began to fade—Dominum’s fire his last sight. But, from the beginning of death, Earth felt a jolt of life once more. He felt both sides of his torso lift up, as his body followed close by. His last two surviving members, were at his side. Earth sang in pain, as just the touching of his two subordinates heads to his body rung him with tremendous pain. The two mapusaurs firmly planted their feet within the rock, lifting Earth up with their thighs and heads.

Earth realized in this moment, he had to keep fighting—for them, for his last two family members; he could not succumb to his wounds, no—his time was not over yet. The mapusaur finally stood up on his own two feet, and cooed to his pack-mates with happiness, and they responded with the same emotions. Earth nuzzled his family, before turning his head towards Tyria; she too looked like she was about to pass out. Earth crowed towards Tyria—two entirely different species speaking to each other? This is extremely rare—unheard of!

The alpha-female tyrannosaur’s dewlap vibrated visibly, as she cooed at Earth, but did not avert her gaze from the ravine to face him. Earth knew how temperamental tyrannosaurs can be, and did not do anything else. Instead, the mapusaur trilled for his two family to continue their journey towards the center of the Golden-Land. The two waited for the bleeding earth-lizard, for he was limping severely, but his determination was more than enough to keep him going for an eternity. The three mapusaurs abandoned the battleground, headed towards peaceful grounds—at-last.

They trotted by two balls of feather; dust kicked up and landed on the already near unconscious *Dakotaraptors* Claw and Talon, who laid with their faces—in the rock. After twenty-minutes of regrouping, the two clambered up. They were both severely injured from the fall, but luckily had not broken anything. Claw felt happy with herself—she had at-last helped in killing Nequit Dominum she thought. Little did she know, she aided in killing his son. Talon shook his body like a dog to get the dust off, before cooing to Claw in their dromeosaur language that it was time to go.

Claw vibrated her neck as a response—telling Talon that she admired the T.rex that was resting by the ravine. The female raptor blinked three-times, a show of solidarity to Tyria—who had picked up an egg from the nearby forest and carried over to the edge of the ravine with her— before turning around and joining Talon in the final hike to peace. The bounce-walked past an Abelisaurus, the same one that Claw had awoken in the forest. She turned to glance at the abelisaur, who glanced back at her; he was feigning his right leg.

The abelisaur, Difference, was in the process of realizing that he had gone in a circle, and was back at the same ravine he had crossed by a week ago. He turned and looked at Tyria—blood from Maledictus Dominum on his teeth. His skittishness was glad that she did not notice him, for nothing strikes fear into the heart of an abelisaur more than a tyrant. He was confused as to what she was looking at, but did not think that much of it, and quickly turned around and limped away—using all of his strength to move his broken leg.

He had only engaged Dominum in battle because six other theropods were—he would never have forgiven himself had he not taken advantage of the opportunity. Difference followed the same path down the plateau that the mapusaurs and raptors were—which led down into a vast, golden grassland. The beginnings, of the Golden-Land. Tyria’s mood was like where the rain ends--on the ground. She made sure to shelter her egg underneath her underbelly like a hen, while she continually stared into the ravine—searching for the Tyrant Lord. She had heard loud sounds of pain from the gorge—she knew it was not over, there was some form of life down there! There had to be.

She was right; deep within the mist-filled fissure, one being stood triumphant, and the other amidst the rubble. Rocks fell upon each other, breaking apart as they reached the ground. Tyrance, the one true Tyrant Lord—savior of the dinosaurs—placed his right foot onto the stomach of his once rival. He snarled his maw and furrowed his brow, as he aggressively dug his three talons into the stomach of Maledictus. ***He would never allow anything of his to be taken from him by any beast ever again—for he had surpassed even the Dominums in strength, he had become the one true Lord of Predators.***

The Tyrant Lord took his foot off of the Cursed Lord, and began to move his muscular body forward. He was searching for something. He used his mouth to lift and throw rocks away, and his feet to crush—until he found a lost artifact. Tyrance turned his body around and used his tail to sweep away the debris, before analyzing what he had uncovered. A skeleton—sixteen enlarged vertebrae, connected to one massive body that ended in a long snout. ***Tyrance’s intelligent brain recognized it as only one being—Egypt, the Spinosaurus***. His neck was broken in half, and had teeth marks going through the bone.

Fat and skin still clung in patches to his back vertebrae, but he was decayed to bone. Tyrance remembered when Egypt died, and he remembered when he had fought him as-well. He was vicious and merciless in his combat, but did not have the strength to seal the deal against the Unstoppable Lord. The Tyrant Lord nodded his head and released a mourning coo—the closest an animal could get to saying sorry—for he failed to save him. If only he was strong enough; the Tyrant Lord snorted and closed his eyes, before turning around and moving towards a cavern.

He walked within it—a sole sight inside fueling his curiosity. Within it, amongst blood and bile—his arch-nemesis, he who took almost everything away from him—lie in turmoil. Tyrance loomed over the bones, before lifting his leg and smashing it upon the tortured soul’s skull—breaking it apart. With a giddy smirk, Tyrance walked back outside the ravine—finally ready to begin his new life. At the exit of the cavern, a strange rock formation stood in-front of Tyrance. He blinked his softball sized eyes four times, as he tried to analyze the statue. ***With each second, Tyrance’s stomach began to curl, as the rock statue came more into view. A dangling neck, of which a mangled head flimsily hung from.***

***Two arms, two legs, one tail, and a broken neck. Blood was his body, blood was his soul. The Cursed Lord, walked once more***. Tyrance bellowed in fear and shock, as Maledictus Dominum stammered towards him; Tyrance did not know what to do, for Dominum’s head hung low—he was not even looking at him. The Tyrant Lord watched in shock, as Dominum’s body began to spark wth red electricity. He swung his arms up like a zombie, as he rushed Tyrance and grabbed him by the neck. The Cursed Lord choked out the Tyrant Lord, before throwing him aside. Tyrance was not hurt, just beyond terrified at the continued existence of this beast.

The Tyrant Lord clambered to his feet, and quickly turned around to face the Cursed Lord—he was doing something. The being began to make a regurgitating sound, as his stomach and neck inflated. Tyrance’s face was filled with confusion, as Maledictus Dominum’s neck massive expanded—as though something other than mist was going through it. ***Tyrance bellowed in fear and anger, as a light green liquid fell out of the Cursed Lord’s mouth—soon followed, by an oval shaped object. At the base of the ravine, in-front of Maledictus Dominum—a rainbow colored egg lie.*** Tyrance, in an instant knew what it was; he was not going to let another demon rise, no! The Tyrant Lord charged Maledictus and rammed all of his ten-tons into him, breaking the already dead creature’s right arm and ribs.

Maledictus Dominum collapsed to the ground, his head smashing against the rubble, as Tyrance stared at him. He did not move after five-minutes—he had to be dead this time, right? Tyrance looked down at the egg. It was changing its color, blending with the gray rock on the ground—like a chameleon. Tyrance snorted, before trotting over to the egg and raising his foot to crush it. But, just as he prepared to smash it—a strange scent overcame his body. A smell, just like that of his egg filled him. Tyrance drew his foot back, and took a deep smell from the egg. It was alluring, and almost demonically made him think of his unborn child.

The Tyrant Lord began to think of his real child, and where it was. His instinct took over, propelling him to take up the egg as though it was his, but his knowledge took hold. ***He was not going to fall for the same trick that defeated Verendus***. The Tyrant Lord smashed his foot upon the egg, of which broke apart, before turning into liquid. Tyrance snorted with contempt, before turning around—his reddish-brown feathers blowing in the wind—making his way towards the exit of the ravine. He stomped over to the blockade that prevented him from leaving, and began to ram into it.

It was not truly moving, as only small rocks fell down with each powerful ram from the Tyrant Lord. As he prepared to increase the intensity of his smashing, a loud cackling moan filled his ears; the Tyrant Lord looked back at the Cursed Lord—he was still collapsed on the ground, but was now laughing and cackling with demonically. It seemed as though with every moan, life left his body, as finally he stopped—with his mouth agape. Tyrance was struck with fear, as from the dead Dominum’s gills—a red and purple mist began to flow. A *Quetzalcoatlus* swooped down into the gorge, as it was hungry and searching for food. Tyrance watched in fear, as the pterosaur soared straight into the mist. ***It died, instantly.***

Tyrance’s black pupils shrunk amidst his amber scleras, as he immediately turned around and began ramming into the blockade with all his might. He could still hear cackles from Dominum, as the mist began to envelope all of the gorge, and began to float upwards. The Tyrant Lord smashed the build up of rocks over and over, but much to no avail. He was not progressing fast enough—he had no time to waste! Tyria, at the top of the fissure began to see the mist floating upwards. She did not bother to even analyze it, for she immediately picked up her egg and bolted away—headed towards the bottom of the plateau.

Pterosaurs in the sky dropped dead, dozens of them. They came crashing down, landing everywhere. Tyria saw this, as the red and purple mist began to consume the land—she bolted down towards the exit of the ravine. She heard ramming from the other side; Tyrance released a bellow of pain and agony, as rocks fell atop him, and he nearly destroyed his shoulder with the continue smashing. Tyria heard his iconic roar, and immediately placed down her egg and charged the ravine-blockade. The alpha-female tyrannosaur smashed her skull into the rock, destroying a good portion of it—easing it up for the Tyrant Lord, whom began to break through. The mist began to inch up on him, and he already felt his energy waning—he was running out of steam.

There was no hope, as countless pterosaurs and dinosaurs dropped dead. Tyrance’s legs began to go numb, as he used all of his strength to ram the blockade. Much to no avail; he could hear the echoes of the demon’s cackle, as his vision became hazy. Tyria heard the fading of Tyrance’s voice, and this fueled her will. The alpha-female, with all her might, walked back, and rammed into the blockade—destroying countless rocks. Tyrance felt the force of the ram, and saw the rocks began to fall. His will began to rise yet again, as he thought of Egypt—he could not let his death be for nought. The Tyrant King stood up, as he thought of his father and mother—he could not let their deaths be for nought! The Tyrant Ruler prepared his shoulder, as he thought of his siblings—he could not let their deaths be for nought!! ***The Tyrant Lord rammed into the blockade with all his might, as he thought of Tyria and his egg—he could not let their fighting be for nought***.

***The Tyrant Lord obliterated the blockade with all of his strength—stumbling afterwards onto the grassland. Tyria sang in happiness at Tyrance’s survival, but did not have time to rejoice, as she quickly picked up her egg with her mouth and lifted Tyrance up with her body. The Tyrant Lord stood up, and used all of his power to follow Tyria as she bolted away from the ravine; he was limping, but his will to live was insurmountable—he was not going to die. Maledictus Dominum could sense that Tyrance was not dead; the mechanism in the back of his throat began to churn and scrape back and forth. In a last ditch effort, the Cursed Lord breathed fire once more—setting all of the already killing mist, ablaze. The land was once again set on fire; the ravine exploded, destroying it even further as the cliffside re-collapsed on itself.***

***Maledictus still breathed flame all the way to Hell, as the cliff fell directly on his body—destroying Nequit Dominum, Egypt, and him—for good***. The Tyrant Lord and Lady ran through the grassland with all of their strength; Tyrance began to pick up speed, as his labored steps turned to quick and powerful strides. He caught up to Tyria—as the two did not even bother to look back at the fire—it could not affect them, no matter what it did. At the center of Dhahabi’ard, the theropods of destiny—have all but made it. Earth, and his two, placed their feet atop hard-clay. They were standing atop a rich red-clay plateau, that slope downwards towards a semi-arid beautiful arroyo, abundant with herbivores in the near distance.

They truly had made it to the mythical center of the Golden-Land; pterosaurs soared in formation high above, as Earth—whose skin was still charred—trotted down to the arroyo and rested within its water, trying to cool off. His two pack-mates, the ones who had saved his life after he had so desperately tried to save theirs for so long—rested beside him. After all these years of the fear of extinction, the alpha mapusaur finally bellowed—that they could rest. He was hungry, but his hunger pangs could wait—for they rested their necks atop his burnt back, and fell asleep. ***The alpha-male mapusaur, as he stared ahead at a flat and open plain of which was loomed over by Taghia-Sakhra, realized that he had achieved his final goal, before too falling asleep amidst the water—finally able to rest. Earth and his two, have survived.***

Claw and Talon impaled their sickle-claws into the mud of an oak forest. The leaves were still on the trees, and the sounds of prey filled their ears. Talon could see a herd in the near distance—filled with young *Anatotitan*, a perfect prey source. But, him and his mother were far too tired to go hunting now. Claw trotted to a hollowed out oak log, and laid down within it—soon joined by Talon. Talon cooed to his mother that they had made it, to which she agreed; they both looked up at the towering mountain of Taghia-Sakhra. Talon nuzzled his mother’s white feathered neck, and she nuzzled back. They were soaked in blood and dirt, but it did not matter—for they had achieved peace. ***Claw and Talon chirped loud into the air—asserting that they too, have survived***.

Just ahead of them, on a rocky hill—Difference, he is there! The abelisaur limped over to a large outcropping; some Anatotitan carrion was there, and he was not one to pass up on a meal. The golden-sun cut through the overcast sky and glazed the world in a reddish-gold hue, as Difference laid down and feasted upon the carrion like a leopard. He looked up; a vast flat plain connected to an oak forest, and just to the left of that lie the towering mountain of Taghia-Sakhra. The abelisaur began to trill and sing in happiness, he had made it! He had found the center of Dhahabi’ard! After becoming separated from his family, and facing all of this terror—he had finally found peace. The abelisaur bellowed a roar fit for a duke, before continuing to feast—filled with new life. ***Difference, had survived***.

Finally, at the base of Taghia-Sakhra—the Lord and Lady of the Dinosaurs stand. Regally did they hike up the mountain—each step rumbling the Golden-Land. Finally, they reached the top. Tyrance was feigning his blood covered right shoulder, for he had rammed it into sharp rocks countless times. Tyrance exhaled, before laying down in that rooster resting position right at the edge of the slope that led to the base of the mountain—overlooking a rising sun, and all of the Golden-Land. Tyria placed down their egg right in-between them, before laying down to the left of it. The two nuzzled and chirped, before Tyrance stood up.

The Tyrant Lord began to walk towards a perch at the very end of the mountain. With each step his childhood and life flashed back at him. When he reached the very end of the perch, he—he could feel the very presence of his father, who stood here after he killed Acranthic. A surge of emotions filled Tyrance, and Tyria watched on, as the greatest animal ever placed his right foot in-front of him and his left foot back. He embedded his claws into the perch; he thought he could see everyone the Dominums have killed in the rising sun. To the forefront, a hazy image of Tyranno and Tyrana appeared—right behind them, Egypt.

***The Tyrant Lord assumed the throne of the World, as he flung his head up and released a World silencing bellow.*** Claw, Talon, Earth and his two, Difference, and all the four-thousand beasts of the Golden-Land raised their necks up and turned to face Taghia-Sakhra. The alamosaurs, with their long necks were the most visible. They could not resist the urge to lower their heads in salute, to the deity among them. Tyria could hear a tiny crack in their egg, assuring that their legacy would be passed on.

***The Tyrant Lord stared at the sun one more time with a stern look, his lips shielding the entirety of all his teeth. The sun's images faded away—assuring closure to the victim's lives. The wind blew in his face, blowing back his feathers majestically.*** ***The Tyrant Lord stood tall, the wind enveloping him, as he bellowed one last time. He had won, he had achieveded peace at-last. Tyrance and Tyria, have survived***.