Slight correction. In this tale, I am not a dragon but a dragonpire.
En-chan the Dragonpire
I am undoubtedly the most incredible existence. That's what En-chan thought as she looked over her hoard. Sprawled out in her gothic castle-like cave were numerous books covering the floor in a pyramid. She smiled from all the grimoires she thieved from the humans, momentarily in awe of how rapidly they advanced their magic. Even if it's nothing compared to my great self.
That wasn't all, either. Goblets clung to shelves, and a fountain of endless blood pooled in another corner. En-chan had all she could ever want, yet she always hungered for more.
After all, it's so easy to take from the mortals.
She smiled, remembering all too keenly how they trembled in her presence. As a humanoid vampire, she could walk their cities. Yet, they always feared her crimson eyes. They loathed her being but did little to upset her. In dragon form it was far worse as she resembled something directly from the gates of oblivion. Her eyes could pierce souls. Her aura surrounded her in blackened miasma, tainted by her endless greed and hunger. However, she reveled in that feeling.
All the more I can add to my hoard.
Even if En-chan piled books to the ceiling it was never enough, yet she hardly did anything with them. She actively chose to laze about and become an incarnation of Sloth, slumped over her books or her bloody throne.
It is my home, my treasure, and none could ever take it from me. After all, how could they? Even my weakest minions are a match for their kings. Endeed, her minions were strong enough to topple Enpires. The blood drakes and vampire lizardmen all called when she beckoned them. The blood golems swore the protection of her blood-stained hoard.
I am Enevitable.
