Non-Canon Omake -- The Two Heavenly Dragons, first meeting. (Patreon)

“Albion!?”

“Ddraig!?”

Huh, so that’s Ddraig’s rival.

Two fated foes, destined to clash for all eternity until one emerges victorious.

Not even death can stop this feud.

Red and White.

Dominion vs Supremacy.

The James Moriarty to his Sherlock Holmes.

The Batman to his Joker.

The Superman to his Lex Luthor.

The—

“Why are you black!?” Albion suddenly blurted out and everything came to a screeching halt.

“Woah!”

“Albion, what the hell!” Ddraig looked offended.

“What?” Albion sounded confused.

“What’s wrong with being black, huh!?” Ddraig huffed.

“B-but you’re usually red, why are you making this weird!?”

“And I’m usually a straight western dragon, yet look at me right now. I usually breath fire, yet my mouth is dripping with venom. And I’m usually much more handsome than this, but here we are. And to top it off, you for some reason ignored the fact that I have a body right now.  You instead decided to focus on my color over all of that. Something you want to say, hmm?”

“I—”

“Does the White Dragon Emperor have something to say?” I crossed my arms.

“Y-you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Did you say something, Dragon of Supremacy.” Ddraig intoned.

“You’re taking it out of context!”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with Black?” Even Kokabiel, stood up, looking rather annoyed at the Dragon.

“….just putting this out there, but I don’t share his beliefs.” His wielder spoke up.

“Vali!”

“What? You’re the one who made it about his color, don’t bring me into this.” Vali muttered.

“Get with the times, Albion, this shit isn’t okay anymore.”

“But I’m not –“

“For real, even the Fallen Angel trying to start back up the Great War thinks you’re out of line.” I added.

“Despicable.” Ddraig shook his head. “I’m questioning this rivalry right now.”

“But –“

“You should just go.” I clicked my tongue.

“What are you –“

“….Yeah, let’s go Albion, you made it weird.” Vali turned around, stepping back through the teleportation circle.

“I didn’t do anything!” Were the Dragon’s final words before disappearing.

I shared a look with Ddraig, who had a shit eating grin on his face. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“Me either.” I shared the same look. “How long until you think he realizes?”

“Give it an hour.” Ddraig laughed. “And I’ll hold this over him forever now.”

Honestly, I think Ddraig and I were a perfect match for each other. Is it any wonder that Albion has such a burning hatred for Ddraig?

I’m starting to wonder if Ddraig even hates Albion in equal measure, or he just enjoys fucking with him too much.