A dragon with black scales and a blood red under belly walked over to a table filled with scrolls and a helmet that had a visor that went across the front of it sat on the desk. As he picked up a small ink well and dipped his claw into it and took a piece of parchment and began to write.

“I could tell you who he is. Why he called himself Shadow Demon or his real name. But now is not the time nor place, but what I can tell you is that you need to understand what he is and that is something. Something that not even I like to talk about, but I feel like it is my duty to tell such a subject, but first we must start from the beginning long before time itself. A long time ago there was a war waged between the demons of hell and the Shadow Demon himself. A war that Would seemingly never end with the Demon. He would fight again and again. No matter how many times he died, no matter how many innocents he slaughtered he would always fight, and no matter how many times he would be beaten he would always get back up. This came with a piece a heavy price. One day a Master of darkness and dark magic would lay siege over the land that he had fought to protect, with his determination and never ending fury he had won the war and with his sacrifice came a piece of him brought down upon his mate Skywing; with a child that would be named, Shadowfall. Now, with his sacrifice came questions. Like why would a Demon save the great city of Dragons from their darkest hour? It was said, that a demon that swore an oath to protect until their death is called for march towards hell itself and would fight to the death and the birth of his child is the gift that he had given to us. To maybe live on through his legacy.”
Jason finished his writing and put the ink well back on the shelf in front of him. Letting out a sigh he looked back down at the letter.

He heard a door open and saw the only other dragon he cared for.

“Redo. What am I going to do? He sacrifices himself and I can’t even understand what to say.” Jason said.

“Maybe, but we both know that did it so we can live on. Pentagram was just the beginning and we both know that.” Redo said as he nuzzled Jason.

“Well for one thing Sky will not be happy to know you aren’t watching him.” Jason said with a smirk as he saw the flustered expression on his face. With an oh no he darted out of the room and immediately returning to the room.

“She’s already here you dipshit.” Redo said with irritation as Jason just let out a laugh.

“That was too good.” Jason said

Skywing sat there with the sleeping form of Shadowfall, as she looked at him she thought of him. He was strict, serious, brutal, and mostly, just lost. She remembers the stories that he would tell her about what he did. To say that she was disgusted at first would be an understatement, she was straight up terrified after that and even then that would be an understatement. She had gotten used to it after awhile and things would slowly go smoother and she was happy for that.

Jason, Redo, and Dark Cloud settled in the city pretty quickly. Even despite the amount of hate that that they get from others. Dark Cloud just stood there when she was told to sit down, she just, stood there. She had to be honest it creeped her out. Jason, however would always return with blood all over him, but she never questioned it due to the fact that she would always her about other dragons going missing. Redo, he was. Well, she did not know what to say about him besides his randomness and the fact that he makes things appear out of no where. Then she looked down at Shadow, sleeping hatchling as he had his little head was in her chest as she laid on the coach that, yes, redo pulled out of a closet that was the size of..well, Jason. Which a normal adult dragon. As she sat there staring at Shadow she saw everything about Shadow Demon, in Shadowfall. She noticed him stirring in his sleep and eyes opened to reveal red slited pupils that she knew. He had everything from the scale color and design, all the way to his eyes. His tail blade being the only real difference it being in the shape of a scythe. She wished that he could have met him that was her only wish.

Author's Note

I know this is a bit short I know I know but I need to get this out there so I can get a kick start up back. I am back with new ideas and ne parts of the story so I hope you enjoy them.