Et Tu Khan?

[Adam]

He felt his presence like a beacon giving off a signal. Samael sat upon his throne, his sword unsheathed and sitting upon his lap as he looked across the throne room, as if in a trance. He had long since ordered the guards away from the premises of the throne room, and ensured that he and his expected “guest” would have much space. It was only a matter of time before Khan felt Samael’s presence on the planet. Felt the Hun’Drog’s return, and would feel Samael’s blade across his many heads. It was eons ago, but Samael felt as if it had only been yesterday, when his own friend and confidant, Khan, approached Samael and challenged his rule. It was because of Khan, that Dragon-Kind had been plunged into darkness for so long. It would only be a matter of time before the Celestial tried to take him again.



Their last fight had been devastating. Destroying the former castle, and much of the kingdom in their wake, but in the end, Samael was prepared to gain the upper hand, when Khan signaled for the other Celestials to strike, siphoning Samael’s power into the stones, and imprisoning him. It was all they could do. They knew that they could not kill him, the power had forever altered him, and he would no longer die the same as regular beings do. He could always come back. No doubt, Khan was the same way. His own power could keep him alive indefinitely, and without fear of forever fading from this realm.



As he felt his presence getting ever closer, he felt as if anything could happen. He knew that the Celestials were still not strong enough to attempt to imprison Samael again, not now, but he know that Khan was different to. Like Samael, he was unto a God now, and had incredible power, that was as incomprehensible as Samael’s. Suddenly, with a twitch of the finger, the doors to the throne room swing open at Samael’s will. Two, massive doors swinging open, with little effort, and that was not even a fraction of the power in Samael’s finger now. Silently, he awaited Khan’s arrival at long last, and what may fall this day.

[Khan Do Fin Bah]

The thunder that shook sky, earth and sea, came from a thousand throats. Fury, rage, wrath that he was named for, poured forth. The gale force winds that day, the one's that tore great trees from their roots and threw them like matchsticks, came from the powerful wings beating the air. Khan had felt his old friend, his battle brother, his king, his enemy once more. For Samael to break out and return was Khan's greatest fear. Now one of reality, the Dragon cut though the sky with blinding speed. His body stretched out like a piercing arrow to cut through the wind.

Upon arriving at the Castle, Khan roared again. The weak and timid dragons, the young and new fled the castle in droves. Khan landed at the Castle with a thunderous crash. His chest rising and falling as rage burned through his being. Shifting to his human form, he drew his trusted hand and a half sword. It gleamed white as a polar bears tooth. His boots clicked on the expensive tiles as he walked into the throne room. The giant doors were already opened but Khan had no notice of them.

Anyone approaching Khan would instantly slow down, looking like they were trying to walk through waist deep mud. His eyes fell to his former King, once more on the throne. "Hei Dreh Ni Engein Au Fin Krund, Samael." his voice even in human shook the throne room. His face was a mask of nearly uncontrolled rage. As of it took every ounce of what he was to keep from leaping on his oldest friend. The dragon who wouldn't give up power even as it destroyed him.

Turning his head, he noticed no guards. He wondered if once more the two strongest dragons would enter into combat again. This time he feared their battle would not be contained to just their lands. In his eyes was pain though, would he have to go to the extremes of his new powers to stop his ancient ally this time? "I know you are after the stones Sam, I will not let you have them." his sword point touched the ground but he was ready if Samael attacked.

[Adam]

Samael simply gazed upon Khan with an apathetic face that showed no hint of interest in the Celestial’s entrance. The King barely breathed a breath of fresh air at all upon his entrance, as his power over Samael’s people began to nullify against the Hun’Drog’s own power. The guards that were slowed began to race towards the throne room, but Samael telekinetically slammed the doors to the throne room shut as the guards stood in bewilderment to what was happening. Unable to open the doors, the guards began to mount a defense outside the doors of the throne room. It would not be necessary. By the end of this, Samael would effectively destroy the Zoklot Vax once and for all. Even now, Samael was more than confident of his ability to slay the beast now and for good. He did not blink, or quiver, keeping his posture as still as a planet, as everything around him and underneath him shook to the boom of Khan’s voice. Yet, Samael stood still against the deafening boom, defiant, even to the power around him, and fearless as he looked with a lack of interest at the Celestial before me.

“I do not know which is more pathetic,” Samael said, still-faced and gruffly serious in his tone of voice, “the Celestial on my council, who has failed in her endeavors to prevent me from obtaining the stones, or the pathetic beast before me, who believes that he has remotely any chance of defeating me without help from brethren.” Picking up a chalice that rested upon the arm of his throne, the Hun’Drog drank deep of the water within the chalice before looking back down upon the dragon he once considered an honorable warrior.


“Even now, your ignorance astounds even I.” he quipped back to Khan, as the Celestial vowed to prevent Samael from retrieving the Stones. Holding out how hands, a gust of wind formed in one, while a burst of flame engulfed his right sword hand momentarily. “I have merged with most of my power, and I am one stone away from completion again. You now only prolong the inevitable.” If Samael wanted, he could obliterate Khan at the molecular level, and scatter his remains across the universe, but the longer he looked at the Celestial before him, the more disgust he felt than a challenge. “You cannot stop what is meant to be, anymore than you can stop this war. In the end, I will be complete, and your flesh will make the first flag I hang over Sylthanis, and your bones will craft the trumpet, sounding out the war cry.”