General DrakkallionA huge, scaled red and orange body stood watch outside of the Sky Palace, pacing in concert with the swaying back and forth of a great blade. Inexorable pressure followed his gaze, and an insistent grinding of sharp teeth within a reptilian jaw. Every so often he would suddenly change direction, or suddenly stop, then with his attention freeze the poorly placed men and women in suits who were also watching the building or the little demons in the shades. The pressure was such that people who crossed eyes with him stumbled in cold sweat.
The mind of General Drakkallion himself was full of worries, wound down through his shoulders and tensed through his muscles. He was restless, tangled over thought of what he had to accomplish and how he ought to! His lord Shendu, master of all dragon demons had summoned him for the explicit task of guarding his fortress, organizing defenses that would expunge all intruders, proving his mettle in eliminating the sorcerer's enemies. And by the netherrealms, his help was sorely necessary, for they were surrounded, but in contradiction he had so far not needed to even swing his sword at a foe. His lord had declared himself ruler of this town (though what else would he be, really?), so it was natural his truthful declaration be considered as such, but revolts and emancipations were natural too! He had seen none, and worse yet, the numbers of their allies were swelled with mortals too, who weren't even non-renumerated slaves! This was more than unacceptable, it was incomprehensible. Not for the lack of Drakkallion's lord's supremacy being shaken, but for no trying and no such resistance that he would utterly unmake as a show of power, and for no chance to preemptively do so!
He would simply take the war to the humans and other lesser beings that would be their enemies, but they were under Shendu's rule and he had given him no permission. It was so frustrating and indigestible it was giving him conniptions! Without that allowance and without war, ugly and terrible and glorious, how could he ensure his success? How could he prove his most efficient skills and unbending loyalty without foes to repel?
He was crushing his own mind under the rubble of this mess when he was called out, causing his cyclic reasonings to crash back to reality. The dragonkin warrior responded accordingly, stabbing his sword into the ground as if to secure it.
"WHO DARES DISTURB GENERAL DRAKKALLION IN THE MIDST OF A TERRIBLE CONUNDRUM, and how may he be of assistance?" The draconic warrior looked around for the would-be interceptor of his words, until he caught the black, white and yellow form standing just below his usual angle of conversation.
He harrumphed.
"Oh. Hello puny human. I am sorry but do not know what this Jesus is. Could letting it into my heart help me destroy the mortals of this world?"
