Amagi Ryu. Dragon King. The Great Demon. Vriligant has been given many titles and two names. I can't even begin to count the ones that have been passed down through lore and rumor.
These are just a few of the many ways in which Vriligant was a threat. Whether heroic or demonic, powerful beings are always cut out of the story.
But few people know what Vriligant actually was, what his thoughts were, and how he thought.
Most of those who know are dead.
The great demon Vrilliganth shakes his huge body in a daze of thought. His claws and fangs are still wielded only by instinct. Vrilliganth himself is just beginning to regain his thoughts, thanks to the magic that has entered his head.
He had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Somehow, he knew that there was an enemy.
When he opened his eyelids clearly, his eyes were filled with a blinding light and a vast world.
Without knowing it, Vriligant opens his eyes. His huge eyes glared at the earth. From Mount Bephemus, he could see far into the distance.
It was lined with buildings of a style he had never seen before, and detailed paths were drawn through them. And all of them were not dragons or even demons, but humans.
It was a sight I had never seen before.
Everything in sight, even beyond the horizon, was land that had once belonged to Vriligant.
But now the kingdom you had built is gone, and nothing you see in your eyes is dedicated to you. In some places, even the terrain has been altered.
At this point, Vriligant's vague memory began to settle.
Yes, he had been defeated by that human. Like a spirit god, like a giant king. And everything was lost. The ruler of this land has shifted from the demonic to the human.
With that thought, only one thing spilled into Vriligant's consciousness.
It was not the endless resentment of the human hero Altius, nor the volcanic fury of the dragon race.
--Only joy was in the heart of the Great Demon.
Vriligant's eyes were filled with the days of old.
The usurpation of the throne. Conquering the rebels. The war against the Spirit God. The fall of Amagi. The invasion of the West. And the Battle of Altius. A life of blood and battle. The dragon's head twisted as if in emotion. Vriligant's huge frame wriggled.
For Vriligant, it was all pleasure. Invasion and usurpation are pleasures beyond all others.
The Obsidian Dragon was once a lowly and despised creature. But before Vriligand's fangs and claws, great gold, noble silver, and mighty red copper all yielded.
Vriligant's life began and ended in robbery. The dragon knew no other pleasure.
But now there is a land before him that he has not yet invaded. What is this if not pleasure?
Simultaneously, the world began to shake and change its landscape. The world that leaks from Vriligant's body invades the world around him.
The spirit, thoughts, ideas, and ideals that should have been contained only within the body. They take form and eat the world. There is no need to ask how abnormal this is.
In an instant, a jewel-like glow covers Vriligant's vision. It was as if a stake of light had been lowered from the heavens.
The sight was familiar. A half-breed demon under a spirit god. A jewel, I think.
I don't know how it happened, but apparently this demon became an enemy of his own.
Vriligant didn't think anything of it. He just opened his jaw as he should.
--And so he bit through the demon's light and devoured the jewel Agathos' body.
He sank his fangs into the flesh, the blood, and the soul. Then he swallowed it in one gulp.
All that remained was a single demon.
But it was strange. Why were there only two demons standing against him? It's not that I don't love you.
The jewel Agathos, whose flesh and blood had been crushed by Vriligant and thrown into his body, still let out a stormy, angry voice.
All of his emotions were poured into his voice as a muddy stream. So much was happening that was unacceptable and unacceptable.
"What? You're not ......! You've got to be kidding me!
I can't speak. With not enough blood and most of his magic power gone, he was unable to even show his dignity as a demon.
But even that is a blessing.
He should not have been able to do even that. Vriligant's body itself is the source. It's easy to take the soul out of the body.
It's obvious why Agathos didn't make it. There's only one reason.
--The soul of the human who calls himself Leu was devoured by Vriliganth instead.
At that moment, just before Agathos muttered his resignation and was crushed by the fangs. Leu pushed Agathos' soul away and presented himself to the fangs.
And without any resistance, without even leaving time for Agathos to say a word, she lost her soul.
Agathos clutched his fingertips, which were no longer strong, and bit his inner cheek with his teeth so hard that blood spilled out. No amount of pain would be enough for this rage.
I'm not sure what to do.
Agathos has no idea what Leung was thinking. No, he spat out, "No one else in this world can do that.
A soul stolen by a demon can never be saved. How many sobs do you hear as your soul is consumed by the food of others? The pain the soul feels is far greater than the body being skinned alive.
Agathos spat out a voice close to a curse, desperately supporting his own body. He had lost his flesh and blood and could only crawl, but if he steered the jewel, he would be able to stand.
My breath is ragged. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. It's all right to stand up, but what am I supposed to do now?
Suddenly, Agathos felt something run down his cheek. It was some kind of liquid. It spilled from his eyes and overflowed.
When he realized after a while that it was tears, Agathos even showed a sneer on his cheeks. That's how much he had lost track of himself.
His lips moved unconsciously.
You said ...... it. At least, you said you wanted to ...... die in your sleep. How can you ...... do this to me?
And that's not what you said.
He really wanted to be happy. You wanted to be happy. You wanted to live a peaceful life, even if it was with your mother. And now it's ending like this.
--This can't be right.
I don't even know who she's talking to or what she's saying. And yet, words came out of Agathos' lips one after another.
I am an immutable, enduring jewel. No one can change me, no one can change me. ...... I don't want to live for someone else. So this is for me, Leu.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.
I'm not a fan of this kind of thing. They are pathetic creatures whose existence can only be proven by that.
That's why they are willing to risk their souls for it.
Breathing, using gems to form pseudo limbs, Agathos looks forward. It was no longer inside his body. It is more appropriate to say that he has been taken into the heart of Vriligant's source material.
His lips rippled, and Agathos opened his mouth. A tear mark remained on his cheek. His hands involuntarily cupped his face.
All things are trite when put into words. But I will say it. Vriligant.
As expected, Agathos opened his mouth without saying a word to anyone.
His voice was a veritable curse.
"I'm going to kill you. I'll show you how beautiful the soul you took was.