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Gangamamer; guardian dragon of Visnovella. "Ahh, summer in Visnovella." Were the thoughts of Gangamamer, as he soared through the pale blue skies of the warm summer morning. Wispy clouds rippled and parted like the waves of a calm ocean with his passing. His massive 20 meter form was bathed in sunlight, giving the effect of sparkling as it glinted off his dark crimson scales. All was well. The lands below were calm, the people were happy, nothing for a guardian dragon to do on a day like this, save for enjoying the weather. Gangamamer continued his pleasing ride through the clouds, passing over the port city of Frontwingus, gliding across the vast plains of Tsukihime and it's neighboring city Trumple. The floating city of Type-Moon loomed far to the east, Gangamamer had fond memories there. Eventually Gangamamer stopped over the holy empire of Key, the capital of Visnovella and the finest example of human craftsmanship the world over. In Gangamamer's time as a guardian dragon he had seen the rise and fall of several hundred cities, some of them mighty, some of them small, but all of them were precious to him. He oversaw the lands and kept the people safe for over 3'000 years, in that time he had razed invaders and their countries, fought off his eternal enemy Censoria, protected the cities he could not save while they were building. Once Gangamamer even was summoned to another realm, in a different form, to help five youths defeat strange entities. But now all was well, the peace was welcome. Gangamamer knew it would not last though. Censoria was stirring again. Gangamamer knew another battle was coming. It was inevitable as the rising of the sun. Despair grew in Gangamamer's heart, soon he would be forced to see this land he loved and protected, so very much, engulfed in flames. Everytime a tragedy fell upon the land, he had no choice but to let some cities burn. Visnovella was a continent with hundreds of cities, he was but one dragon, guardian or not there was only so much he could do. It was the ruling deities' way of keeping balance he supposed. Let two cities burn so one may prosper, to them it was like pruning a garden. The humans below, with the exception of Type-Moon which floated, the deities were to be worshiped and never questioned. They knew of Gangamamer, while he was also enshrined and worshiped with the deities, he was also feared as their "bringer of judgement" to those who opposed them. This way the humans were kept in line without any direct interference from the deities and Gangamamer was free to do as he pleased, as long as he kept the will of said deities in mind and did as they commanded. The people saw Gangamamer, they knew the deities were still in power, they continued to work and worship, happily oblivious to the imminent culling that would befall them or others. While Gangamamer did not agree with this, he had no choice but to obey. Gangamamer could not disobey the will of the deities, they would either destroy him or recreate him with more restrictions. So he obeyed, destroyed what he was told to destroy, and saved who he was told to save. So Gangamamer savored these time, for they were the times he truly felt free. "Gangamamer" the voice of the deities rasped through his mind, forcing him out of his contemplations. "Yes, my masters." "There is a rebellion forming in the west, the people of Wendybell must learn their place..." "I understand, I live to serve." Gangamamer tilted westward and began flapping his massive leathery wings towards Wendybell. Wendybell was less a city, and more a small village. It was not well known across Visnovella, and nothing particularly enjoyable came from it. The people were very flippant in their devotion to the deities, which of course displeased said deities. Gangamamer had predicted the destruction of this village after the shrine, located in the center of every city or village, had been vandalized and none had come forward to accept punishment. It was a sad thing, but Gangamamer knew he had no choice but to do it. By the time Gangamamer arrived over Wendybell it was just after sunset. The earth trembled with his landing, sending tremors throughout the small village, but Gangamamer did not see a single soul. His arrival should have brought the villagers running from their homes, attempting to flee from their fates, but not a thing stirred. "My masters, this village appears to be vacant." "It matters not, Gangamamer, burn it all. They will have nothing but fire to return to." "As you wish." Gangamamer inhaled, his throat swelled, and he unleashed devine fire upon the poor village. Blue-white flames began to consume the surrounding houses, Gangamamer walked through the village burning everything. Gangamamer thought he heard a fizzing coming from a small house he just set ablaze, but he ignored it, Gangamamer wished to end this as fast as possible. The only relief was that there were no people screaming. *BOOOM* The house Gangamamer just passed exploded. Gangamamer felt several shards of steel bounce off of his scales. *BOOM* Another house he lit afire exploded, causing more shrapnel to rocket towards him. *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* Even more followe suite, it was a chain reaction. Gangamamer knew the explosions could not do him harm, for he was born in divine fire, his scales forged by the deities themselves. No human steel could harm him. Grief gripped Gangamamer's heart, he knew the humans had set this trap to kill him, the servant of the deities, but it would only serve to further ignite the wrath of the deities. Now Gangamamer would have to hunt them down, lest the deities seem to grow soft thus opening the door for more ambushes like this. Suddenly Gangamamer heard the screams of men. Screams not of pain, nor dying, but of hate. Rushing through the flames came waves of men clad in silver suits covering their bodies and faces, in their hands they brandished weapons of steel. Their charge would not last, Gangamamer had seen vermiculite suits once before and they could not last against devine fire. The ancient mining city of Chunsoft had created them to withstand the intense flames that came with harvesting certain materials deep underground, but the knowledge of the suits should have died with the collapse of the city. The men should have known this, but still they charged. Gangamamer whipped his tail, and the first wave flew back with such force some were cut in half. But still more came, to nothing but death. These men were mad. Pure insanity must have taken hold of them, there was no other explanation...Unless the dark dragon Censoria had awoken without Gangamamer's knowledge and spread this madness. With a heavy heart Gangamamer slaughtered the men. Wave, after wave, after wave of them. Truly a tragic scene for Gangamamer to behold, nay, to be the center and cause of. Finally it ended. The fires still blazed, as they would for several days, charred bodies lay at Gangamamer's feet and around the vicinity of what was once Wendybell. "Masters, I see only men." "The women are in the forest... Find them and kill them, no one shall be left alive to tell of this. But do not burn the forest." "It shall be done." Gangamamer flapped his wings, after taking off he began surveying the forest. After a short time of looking, Gangamamer found a clearing lit up by small campfires. Making his descent, Gangamamer landed in the center of the clearing. The smell of death sprang into his narrow nostrils. The missing women were here. Their bodies were arrayed around the small clearing, women, children, infants, Gangamamer almost could not believe his eyes. Slit wrists and slit throats, the children had no external wounds suggesting they were poisoned. They chose death by their own hands rather then suffer the death he would have given him. "Ensure the deed is done.." The voices rasped. Growling with rage and disgust, Gangamamer began trampling the corpses. With each one crushed, his fury only grew. Gangamamer finished by midnight, the moonlight softly illuminated the deep crimson stains seeping into the ground. The moon was the only light now for the fires had burned out long ago, Gangamamer stared down at his bloody claws in despair. He did not know who he hated more, the deities for forcing him to do this, or himself for following their will. "Well done, Gangamamer, your task here is at an end. We will now leave you...." The rasping voice of the deities brought him no relief nor calm. A burst of fury overtook him and Gangamamer used all of his strength to bound from the earth into to air, wings flapping furiously. Higher and higher he climbed, until he was far above the clouds, almost touching the unreachable stars. Gangamamer roared. He roared with pain and sorrow, hatred and fury. Throat swelling, devine fire burst forth into nothingness, tears streamed down Gangamamer's face and descended to the earth. Gangamamer knew the deities may be watching him, but he did not care right now. All he wanted to do was release the hatred and despair he felt. Gangamamer stopped flapping his wings, he allowed gravity to overtake him, pulling him back toward the cruel earth. Silently he fell, tears now streaming upwards. *BOOOM* Gangamamer struck the earth with a thunderous crash, creating a massive crater. Fortunately no one was in the vicinity of the impact, had there been but one person Gangamamer's despair would have only worsened. Gangamamer stayed in the crater for the remainder of the night, silently weeping for those whose lives he had taken, finally finding sleep..... Morning brought a smell measure of relief. Gangamamer awoke to a gentle morning fog covering the crater, he could hear the voices of men. "Did you hear what happened to Wendybell last night?" "Aye, Gangamamer razed the 'hole bloody place an' then devoured all the women and children." "It was nothing less than what they deserved, neglecting their duties to the deities like they were, and after all the deities have done for us and protected us from." "I'm jus' saying, it was a bit much..." "Never question the will of the deities, nor the actions of Gangamamer. Come now, the fields need to be tended to. I heard a most awful crash last night. What do you-.." The voices trailed off as the men, farmers most like, walked off. Luckily the mist was dense enough so they did not seen Gangamamer in his crater. It seemed the deities had already informed their speakers of the "justice" Gangamamer performed and had them spread it thoughout the land. Gangamamer stood and shook off the dirt that had settled on his scales during his sleep. Slowly flapping his wings, Gangamamer began to rise from the ground towards the clouds...A new day had begun, and Gangamamer need only wait for his Masters to instruct him. Around midday the rasping voices entered Gangamamer's head once again. "Gangamamer, Censoria is stirring. Soon he will awaken and bring death upon the good people of the land. You must prepare yourself to do battle with him upon our command." "I understand masters. But, if I may ask something of you.." "If your inquiry is of the villagers of last night, they were not under Censoria's influence. They failed in their worship of us, seeing this as an affront we stopped providing them with our blessings. This angered them and they sought a futile revenge and a pointless death at our hands. When men have nothing to lose they can overcome the fear of death. You know of this." "I am grateful masters." "Very well. Go now, Gangamamer, Censoria will be coming soon." "I hear and obey, masters." The next few days passed slowly for Gangamamer. He did not know of what to do. Thoughts of the village invaded his mind and dredged up memories of similar events in the past, but in the end all remained the same. No matter the atrocities he was to commit while in service to the deities, he could not defy them. He could only try to remember those whose lives he had taken and feel compassion for them after. Thunder resounded throughout the land, Censoria had awoken and begun his assault on the minor city of Miel. Gangamamer felt pangs of pain in his heart, he wished to go forth and save them but should he try the deities would put a stop to his actions, maybe even delay them further causing more lives to be lost. To Gangamamer what Censoria was doing now was no different then what he had done in the past. The deities had informed Gangamamer that Censoria had moved from Miel to SealSoftHouse, and was now moving towards Norn. After the destruction of Norn, Censoria would most likely head to Waffle. Waffle was a fairly prosperous city, rumors were that a young man with a pet succubus ruled there and had a harem of well endowed women. Waffle was no to be detroyed, fully, so Gangamamer was instructed to put an end to Censoria's destruction after the three minor cities were decimated. Several days later the time had arrived. Gangamamer waited for Censoria outside the walls of Waffle, thunder and black clouds heralding the coming of the dark dragon. Censoria was a sight to behold, 25 meters in length, his scales were pure darkness sucking in the light, one red eye glared across the plain towards Gangamamer. In a previous battle Gangamamer had gouged the other eye out, leaving a massive scar on the left side of Censoria's face. Censoria howled at Gangamamer and began beating his wings faster, signaling the start of his charge and the battle. Gangamamer roared back in return, behind him the people of the city cheered for his victory..If only they knew. The battle was vicious, Censoria was larger than Gangamamer, but by no mean was superior in strength. The two dragons locked claws, and climbed towards the heavens, breathing devine fire and dark lightning onto each other at point blank range, both to no avail. Claws clashed, teeth tried to bite through armored scales into flesh....It was the same as all the other times before, the only difference being the city Gangamamer was to protect. Recalling the death he had caused by the order of the deities, and the fury he felt at his own helplessness to defy them, Gangamamer roared in anger and began to intensify his assault on Censoria. Beating his wings faster, Gangamamer breathed devine fire into the face of Censoria, causing him to go momentarily blind. Utilizing this opening Gangamamer lunged his open jaws towards Censoria's wings, clamping down he squeezed until the bone broke. Censoria let out a howl of pain at his broken wing and started to fall, Gangamamer stopped beating his wings and dove after him. An intense free-fall battle began as the wounded Censoria tried to fend off Gangamamer's assault. But it was no use, light shone through the dark clouds that Censoria brought with him, bathing the two dragons in their descent. Gangamamer glimmered a fierce red as he relentlessly tore into Censoria, whose dark scales could not gather the aggressive light. Gangamamer released Censoria, who plummeted down to the earth, striking the surface with a massive crash creating a crater, larger than the one Gangamamer had made days ago. Censoria began to lift his head, only to have Gangamamer come crashing down on his neck, snapping it with a sickening crack. Censoria, yet again, was dead. Gangamamer, his rage waning, let out a roar of victory...The city-folk cheered, they and their city were both safe. Gangamamer, watched as Censoria's body began to deform and disperse into nothing, going back to the darkness until the next time he was to be awoken. Weary, and empty of rage, Gangamamer took off yet again. While the people of the city cheered and chanted his name, thanking and praising the deities for protecting them from harm, Gangamamer thought of the cities of Miel, SealSoftHouse, and Norn....Whose people died while screaming for the same deities and guardian dragon to save them. Flying through the now pale blue sky, Gangamamer took a deep breath of the warm summer air. "Ahh, summer in Visnovella." Gangamamer thought bitterly, smiling to himself and awaiting his next task...

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