Much could be heard from the orc encampment below the dragons lair as the angel and demon D'gon Ra summoned entered. Curious as to why his love was there the demon asked: "Do you suppose we were called in by chance or random? I know we have to sneak around a lot but dragons are far too perceptive sometimes. Especially D'gon with his prophecies."
"I know Amun, though if he does know, he has no reason to out us. If anything, he does know but wants something from us, else we would not be here." The beautiful Lailah replied.
The cave the dragon called home was warm and humid, with a faint blue light coming from where the dragon rested. "Welcome! We have much to discuss you two." Bellowed the dragon.
"We do?" the pair replied in unison.
"Yes. I know about you both, as do all the dragons."
"Damn, What do you want of us then D'gon." Hissed Amun. Lailah, not to be outdone crossed her arms under her bust while staring at the Cobalt menace in front of her.
"I will be no slave to you, beast. better to slay us now or out us if that's what you want."
Initially stunned, the dragon deafens the pair as he laughs a hearty chuckle that rumbles the cave. "Oh my dear, how little you all must think of us dragons. If we TRULY wished to have you cowed for any of us, there would be nothing to stop it from happening." Both Lailah and Amun shuddered at the memory of what dragons had once done to defend their homeworld during the last rampage of some demigod some millennia ago. "What I, no, what we dragons, need of you both, is to keep what you're doing up. or have you forgotten the tales of old that speak of my prophecies?"
"And what prophecy would require an Angel and Demon who are in love?" yelled Amun.
"So you admit it, you love me?" asked a stunned Lailah.
"Settle down children and I will tell you. As you know, dragons love a good story, and nothing is as great a story as a prophecy yet to unfold." A weary demon watches defeated as he knows what prophecy the dragon now speaks.
"Surely you can't mean its coming, do you? By the Maker, we're done for. War is coming..." The angel, as if having just been woken up to the chaos of the end times just runs from the chamber screaming as she goes to vomit in a corner.
"There there my love, War may be coming but that's not how all prophecies end, Remember the Cataclysm? they said it would end the world and it didn't, the dragons stood their ground against the horrors of the other side. Let's hear him out, maybe there's some good in our future after all." D'gon smiled as apologetically as he could towards the angel for making her react that way.
"My dear, I am sorry for dropping that on you both. But you need to hear this prophecy said true. Not the lies that have been passed around by the humans who never heard the original."
"The child of angel and demon, with the heart of a dragon, raised in lands not his own, taken in by orcs upon his return, A friend to death, will save the Orcs or spell Doom for us all."
There was a stunned silence from the Angel and Demon, the air vibrated raw power from the gravity of the situation.
The demon, Amun, shook his head, "And why would our son need the heart of a Dragon? other than to fulfil this prophecy of yours."
D'gon just stared, waiting for the demon to calm, "Because you and I both see the look on Lailahs face when he breathes, the Rattle in his chest because his heart isn't working right, the Warring of his Angel and Demonic sides. His heart is not strong enough to fight it off. He needs mine."
"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING DRAGON, MY CHILD WILL GET BETTER, LITTLE ABBADON WON'T DIE LIKE YOU SAY, HE DOESN'T NEED YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HEART, HE. IS. FINE!" Screeched Lailah. Amun went over to his love, wrapped an arm around her and whispered sweet nothings into her ear to calm her, to assuage her of the lies she tells herself when her child sleeps in her arms.
"My dear, my sweet beautiful angel, you and I know that is a lie... I see the pain in your eyes as you remember what happened to Lucifer, You saw how mad he went trying to keep up and he was a son of God. We need the help of a Dragon, not just any, THE dragon, the one who warned God himself and was forever locked out of Heaven with his fellow dragons for having the gall to offer help."
Lailah just glared at both of them. Refusing to accept the help, even though she knew of the lies her God spoke of the dragons and Lucifer, Since she gave a gift to the dragons, to combat their low mating cycle they would be able to always have a child. "Bring me your child, dear angel, and I will repay the gift you gave us all those years ago. It is the least I can do after You gave me my child.
Bring him to me and he will live, but it must be soon. Is he still with Gabriel? I always liked him." 'will be fitting when the boy reaches age and has to come home, after all, the angel of revelation revealing his true home to him.' the Dragon thought to himself. While he spoke aloud of his admiration, the Angel and Demon both knew he was hiding something, though neither could read his thoughts, they knew he was not telling the whole truth.
"It is done, Gabriel comes our way with the child." Hours later the Orcs looked up and saw a white glow come towards the top of the peak at the end of their proving course. all went back to training bar one, the Ogre, Shatterfist Stonehammer, he wanted to know what was happening up there, knew the only way to know would be to win the Omega run and get his boon, If he spent less time looking up, he could have avoided the hit to the head that put him on the ground. "What're you doing you big fool, Just because you da shagged a goliath doesn't mean you can muck about like a whelp, How will you protect your woman if you're distracted and someone beats you?" his uncle barked at him, trying to get him to be the Warchief he knows he will one day be.
---3 Months Later---
"Alright nephew, I will see you atop the mountain, where you will be an Omega among Orcs, next in line for the Warchief." Gul Rib grunted at his nephew.
"Aye uncle, and I know what my Boon shall be, how many can say that before getting to the peak?" Shatterfist, the strongest of the orcs running the Proving Gauntlet this day said, though being an Ogre, the orcs still consider the half-orc half-goliath offspring orcs from the parentage, standing at an imposing eight feet tall, he towers over the other orcs and could punch a hole clean through a tree trunk, and once pulled an ox head clean off for a bet, was most likely to survive the final leg of the course.
"My Alpha, we will see you back at camp, Now, how was my namesake the morning? the runt still unruly? I may have to teach him how to AVOID his mothers' eyes for some fun!" Ughat, Shaterfists second laughs out, one of the few non-family he trusts with his wife and children.