Context: You don't remember much of your life before Legion took you. You remember your days as an orphan, of the Nuns running from a cellar, uncovered holding endless bodies within. You fell into that cellar, and the bodies called to you. Next, you knew, a man calling himself a Saint came to try to help you. You aren't sure if he did or even can at this point, but at least you two can stay fed by using your agony to kill people or creatures that need killing. Your newest target, however, may prove to be a challenge.

Setting: A tavern/the dragon King's temple

Tags:[MMM4A][Saint Speaker][Prince Speaker][Dragon King Speaker][Possessed Listener][Grimdark][Legion][Dragonslayers][Chained Listener][Supernatural][Dark Magic][CW: Implied Suffering/Abuse/Violence]

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[V] = Saint Vincent, your alcoholic master

[P] = A quiet prince

[O] = Obsidian, the dragon King

Italicized text is Legion speaking through the Listener

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[Scene opens in a Grimdark tavern]

[SFX: General medieval chatter and a chair squeaking]

[Though you stand in the corner, back to the rest of the tavern, you can see the nervous man sitting across from your master]

Look at how he tries to hide his royalty behind a cowl he’s barely bothered to dirty

[Your master raises a mug to him sarcastically]

[S] “A fine evening to you, random stranger in no way trying to hire myself and Legs here for some illicit business.”

[The man tugs his cowl down frantically]

[P] “Please, Saint Vincent, I-!”

[SFX: Vincent sipping his drink]

[V] “Please, Vincent was my father’s name. Call me Saint. And that over in the corner is my little Sinner, eh, Legs?”

[...]

[V] “Sorry, they’re a little shy. Hard to talk when a thousand or more voices want to do it at once. Now, how can we help you?”

[P] “First, I must know… This… poor person you have changed to this massive crucifix… are they truly possessed by the endless wave of demons known as Legion?”

[SFX: Ominous whispering]

[V] “True as the Bible, unfortunately. Rescued from the Graymist Orphanage after whatever Hell was unleashed there happened. I got on scene as soon as I could, but this one was all that was left. No trace of the others while this one writhed and foamed at the mouth, demanding raw meat and someone to kill.”

[Pause]

[P] “Poor creature… Does the crucifix not harm them?”

[V, with a scoff] “It would most demons. There are simply too many in them for it to do anything but provide some relief from the agony they live in. Chained to it, they can at least hear themselves think. When it comes off is the real problem… but it’s how I get results. The chains come off, I point to the target, and this little beastie does the rest.”

[SFX: More ominous whispering]

[P] “I see… And must one accept a ‘deal’ of ill repute?”

[V, with a laugh] “You mean like one would when summoning a demon for themselves? No. Part of my prices, high as they are, is that I take the lick on your behalf and the deal is done through me. I get another scar, a very nice payday to satisfy most, if not all, of the deadly sins. Works out quite nicely.”

[Pause]

[P] “That seems… like an interesting lifestyle for a Saint.”

One must pray to the right entity to accomplish anything, little Prince

[V] “Hmhm, I might be a Saint, but even I know demons are happy to come when called. Angels… not so much. Now, are we going to discuss business or not?”

[P] “Y-Yes… The short of it is that I need a dragon slain. A very, very powerful dragon with a massive horde of treasure and gold, as well as a very powerful item belonging to my father. A goblet with two crescent moons on it, silver. What say you?”

[Pause]

[V] “Ooh, let me guess… Obsidian, the King of all Dragons, father to gods, destroyer of the weak?”

[Pause]

[The Prince nods solemnly]

[P] “It would be no small feat… but I am willing to part with a substantial amount of my fortune to see it done, and no other was brave enough to take the job. Not that I should have really even bothered with them in the first place when it is known that you two always succeed.”

[V] “We are very good at what we do, that is true.”

[SFX: More ale sipping]

[P] “...Very well. Half now, half once you bring me proof that you have slain the dragon King. Do you find that suitable?”

[V, turning toward you a bit] “What do you think, Legs?”

[SFX: More ominous whispering]

[V] “I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal, in that case. Go ahead and sign the contract.”

[SFX: Parchment unfurling and a quill scritching]

[P] “And with that…?”

[V] “The deal is struck.”

[They shake hands and the contract is sealed]

[V] “We’ll chat soon. C’mon, Legs. Seems like we have a mountain to climb and a big, daddy dragon to slay.”

Belial, this man is annoying…

But to slay a dragon?

An interesting prospect

Quite the challenge

Do they bleed red?

…O̶n̵l̵y̷ ̸o̸n̸e̶ ̵w̴a̴y̷ ̸t̷o̴ ̶f̶i̵n̸d̸ ̵o̸u̷t̴

[Scene transitions to a mountain base - 1 day later]

[SFX: Roaring snow]

[Saint looks up at the impossible mountain, hands on his narrow hips]

[V, whistling] “That is quite the climb, eh Legs? Dragons. Always roosting in the most inconvenient places for people that want to kill them. Mind making this a bit easier? Here, I’ll undo one chain so you can access that delightfully murderous power of yours.”

[SFX: Chains rattling and Hell power]

[Power floods through you. Or, drips, more like]

One chain gone, one hand unbound, aloft to the sky, away from ground

[SFX: A portal opening]

[You two step through the portal before a massive, ice-laden temple]

[V] “Huh. Swanky. You know, I heard this guy wasn’t born a dragon, but a god of some sort. Got greedy, got cursed with a desire for all things golden or powerful. What do you think, Legs? Think you can put the big guy down without sending an avalanche to the town a few miles away?”

Loquacious idiot

We know how to do our job

Did we ever decide on what to get him for the holidays?

You know all he’ll want is alcohol

Focus! We’ve prey to kill

[SFX: Rumbling]

[V] “Oop, sounds like big daddy has woken. Convenient for us, though.”

[SFX: The dragon emerging slowly but quite angrily]

[O] “Who dares to climb my mountain and intrude upon my slumber? What pathetic mortal DARES to stand before me?!”

[SFX: Chains rattling]

[V] “Seal Two released.”

[SFX: Louder ominous whispering]

[O] “You. You tiny, frail weakling!”

[V] “Seal Three released.”

[SFX: Demonic energy manifesting]

[O] “Rrgh, whatever magic you invoke will do no good against me! My scales will deflect anything you try to cast at me, so set your bare feet back on the ground and go to your death with honor, you arrogant fool!”

[V, casually] “Final Seal released.”

[SFX: TREMENDOUS demonic energy manifesting]

Finally

[The dragon glances about slightly with a frown, even as the corner of your lips crack and split up to your ears, allowing numerous tongues and eyes to be free of the muscle]

[V] “Come home when you’re tired!”

Insipid FoOl

[O] “... what monstrosity are you that steps so shamelessly before a god?”

[SFX: Demon nonsense]

[You turn at last to the dragon god and speak, as best you can:]

W̷h̴a̷t̴ ̷i̸s̶ ̶a̴ ̶g̶o̷d̵ ̷t̷o̶ ̵a̴ ̵r̶a̴v̴e̸n̷o̶u̷s̸ ̴f̷l̶o̴c̸k̴?̶ ̴B̸e̷ ̷t̷o̸r̶n̷ ̵a̵p̵a̵r̶t̵ ̵b̶y̶ ̵t̶h̸e̶ ̸s̵w̸a̷r̸m̴,̴ ̶t̵h̷e̸ ̵h̵o̶r̵d̵e̶,̸ ̷t̷h̴e̴ ̵n̶e̸v̷e̸r̵e̷n̵d̸i̵n̵g̵ ̸b̷a̵t̸t̸l̶e̵!̵ ̶F̵o̶r̷ ̷w̸e̷ ̸a̸r̴e̷ ̸L̷e̸g̵i̵o̸n̴,̷ ̵f̷o̷r̷ ̸w̴e̷ ̶a̵r̵e̴ ̸M̶a̷n̴y̷!̵

[To be continued]