Is this a thing of elements? Ice Dragons were extremely lax and chill, they waved their tails to greet me and some just continued sleeping without even caring for me. A few others watched at me silently and calmly, as if they were all wise. But the Dark Dragons are really something else! Why are they analyzing my body as if I were in the menu or something? they're all creeps! Is this a trait of being part of the darkness?
Wait… Does this also makes me an inherent creep?! Could I be a creep? Have I done creepy things? Well, a few, but only against enemies, maybe? Right? I… I think I remember ordering Yuki to do stuff back then but surely that wasn't creepy, I only asked her for help in doing chores. Does that makes me a creep?
"Oh, you're nervous?"
"Calm down, brother, you are between siblings."
"Please forgive our slight rudeness, it just had been a very long time since we found such a physical body to touch and feel. The monsters here that we eat are not the same…"
"Your scales are so bright and silver! Are you sure you're not a light dragon? the light they emanate is almost holy."
"He's destined to be siblings of all dragons as he is the Dragon King, sister."
"Indeed!"
"C-Can you guys give me some space to breath, please?" I asked while quickly moving away from their grasp. The moment I did, I found two titans talking with one another. My mother and… Svartalf, the Dragon Goddess of Darkness, the progenitor of them all.
Her entire body looked like the embodiment of obscurity and shadows. Her appearance was refined and delicate like that of my mother, but enormous and intimidating at the same time. Her scales shaped themselves as an armor of bones, and her eyes were glowing bright red, while her wings spread out like those of bats, enormous, black, with and sharp blade-like claws.
"Dear sister, you've come to visit me out of nowhere. And you've brought me your pup?" She wondered with a slightly teasing tone.
"Svartalf, the child is also yours as he is the son of your son." Said Nifl. "Don't play dumb. I've noticed little Drake had a low amount of inheritance from Darkness, can you fix that?"
"Hmm, low inheritance?" Wondered Svartalf, as she quickly looked down on me, her enormous skull-shaped scales covering her entire head made her look like an undead dragon than one alive- well, she was already dead anyways.
"G-Greetings, grandmother…" I said slightly nervously, she hasn't even greeted me.
"My bad. I should had greeted you before. I apologize for leaving you with the children, they were eager to find someone fleshy once in a millennia. It is nice to see a living descendant, as they're rather rare." She said, her tone of voice changed from menacing to nice and gentle. "Has my son Fafnir behaved as a good father, dear grandson?"
She was even more formal than Nifl, however, despite her dark aura, she was also even more polite. She asked for my father right away. I didn't had much to answer her for that, my father was an insane man obsessed with "awakening my darkest side" but I guess he was worried I wasn't developing it well and therefore, I ended facing the challenge of getting here.
"Erm, yeah, I guess." I said. "Can't he come here?"
"I am here, brat."
I quickly heard the voice of my father right behind me, as the enormous figure of Fafnir was now present here. Despite us not being able to enter with our flesh, our appearances were very lively compared to the souls of the fallen dragons living in these realms.
"Eh?! Since when did you got here?!" I asked hurriedly.
"Just now. I sensed your presence and came to greet you- Ah!" My father quickly ignored me, flying away and even ignoring his own mother as he saw Nifl's beautiful appearance.
"Fafnir, how are things?" Asked Nifl nicely.
"I am alright for now, dear Nifl. You look as beautiful and resplendent as ever." Sais Fafnir, his eyes were clearly enamored and fixated in my mother.
"Fufu, I am already very old yet you find such sweet words to say to such an old woman… I feel flattered and slightly embarrassed…" My mother said shyly, as she covered her face with her wings, my father was more fascinated.
"I could praise my wife's beauty every day." He said.
"My dear husband, we are currently in something more important, however. Do not lose your track in the reason you came here." Sighed my mother, kissing his head.
"Y-Yes, I understand." Said Fafnir. He acted rather monstrously against me and even quite savage and barbaric, but with mother he became a true manservant dedicated to praise her beauty. Wow, he really changed. The other dark dragons also noticed this and were looking at my father while raising an eyebrow.
"What a two-faced jackass."
"Fafnir, you never change."
"He's just as obsessed as I remember him."
"Truly a simp."
"Where did you learn that word?!" I wondered, as I looked at the dark dragon that said it.
"I learned it from an otherworldly soul friend I once had! It means someone that does degrading things for someone they love and are obsessed with, little brother."
"A-Ah… I guess you guys got your own lives and experiences at the end."
I suppose it just shocked me to hear a dragon, native of this world, to use the world "simp" out of nowhere. Nonetheless, this wasn't the main topic at hand. My grandmother had asked me how my father was behaving, and then he just came here. Now it was time to tell both of them to help me in awakening my Dark Dragon Bloodline a bit more. It seems that according to what my mother said, it should be possible through the intervention of Svartalf, but the dark dragoness seemed to have some conditions.
