17 Chapter 17: A Gift To Sona (1/2)
Following closely behind Serafall, Mournomon had a lot on his mind, he had noticed it before but wasn't so sure but after he slaughtered those devils under the late Sorkin he found a rather strange flaw in his transformations.
He had four lives, in each life he was a different person yet at the same time the same, each life had it's own personality even though they all had the same memories. The flaw was when he transformed into for example Mournomon as he was now he would find that he was more aggressive towards his enemies when fighting he would rather tear them apart or make them suffer than ending it quickly and cleanly. It was as if he held a personal grudge against any person he deemed an enemy.
”Lambert, Azfius, Mythanar, and Mournomon. Each life I was different, whether it be because of circumstance or race I do not know, the only fact is that it changes how I think but not what I think, It changes how I kill but not If I should kill. The change is minor yet glaring, should probably test it...Later”, Mournomon thought.
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Mournomon suddenly stopped, Serafall turned around and looked at him with curiosity, then started flying around him as if inspecting him.
”What?”, Mournomon said unnerved but the little devil that was looking him up and down.
”Nothing much”, she answered, ”just wondering how you dragons transform into your human forms”. Serafall looked up at him expectantly, she wanted an answer.
”It's nothing mysterious, my dear Lady Leviathan, but a simple ability that we dragons have when we reached a certain mastery in our Aura and Mana use. It's like compressing ourselves into another form but unfortunately, we lose about thirty to forty percent of our total strength while transformed.” Mournomon said.
Serafall looked at him with slight annoyance, ”And how is reaching such a mastery over one's strength anything simple, if one's mastery where higher one can easily use less power to exert more strength than someone with lower mastery.”
”Quite right, but most would not focus on mastering their power but rather amassing more, even dragons are like that and would usually stop staying to increase there mastery after they reached the minimum requirements to transform. Why may I ask did you bring up this topic?” asked Mournomon.
”No reason”, said Serafall, as she flew, begins Mournomon before asking another question, ”How are your wings attached?”
Mournomon gave a wry smile, ”My dear lady Leviathan, probably the same way your wings are. Though I doubt you had a reason to ask that other than changing the topic of conversation.”
Serafall ignored him and merely stuck out her tongue at him before flying off. Mournomon could only shake his head and sigh as he flew after her.
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A large mansion came into the duo's view as they landed in front of the building.
Serafall turned around smiling at Mournomon, ”So, what do you think?”
Mournomon turned his head left then right staring at the massive building that was the Sitri family's home, ”Magnificent ” he said, but, ”Why does anyone need so much space” was what he thought.
Serafall puffed her chest in pride, which only gave Mournomon some eye candy as he watched certain assets juggle at her movement. ”Come on then let's go in”, said Serafall as she started skipping towards the mansion, Mournomon following closely behind.
Entering the building Mournomon saw a handsome looking devil with black hair wearing a fancy suit. The man was looking at Serafall, ”Serafall, why did you leave so quickly and who... who is this?” the man asked as he turned his gaze from Serafall to Mournomon.
”Daddy, nothing much just some big bully wanting to visit”, Serafall said as she lightly elbowed Mournomon.
The man turned to Mournomon for answers with a confused look to which Mournomon stepped forward to clarify, ”I apologize if I have caused you any inconvenience Lord Sitri, it seems as my visit was misinterpreted by your guards and we had a slight scuffle, again I apologize” Mournomon said.
The man or Lord Sitri's eyes shone in understanding before speaking, ”Ah, I trust no one was hurt?”