The Ultimate Host

After dealing with Captain Alpha, Adonis flew to the ground and breathed heavily. As he did this, he slowly transformed back into a human. Every time he transformed into a griffin it hurt like hell. Of course it would of hurt like hell. The feeling of your bones and organs stretching and shifting getting bigger. The feelings of wings bursting out of your back. " Amateur." You really thought you were going to be victorious one?" Ha!" There were many reasons why I was banished from my home." Adonis was about to look for a way to sneak inside in the kingdom but stopped at the last moment. He just remembered King Hendrix fired him. Because he was fired he wasWhen he transformed into a full griffin he needed a couple of hours to recharge. Once he recharged he would use his mythical beast transformation yet again to rain down terror upon his enemies. He needed food to recharge. But first, he needed some clothes. He couldn't walk around n.a.k.e.d while people stared at him strangely. " Now where can I get some clothes?" Adonis walked towards one of the cities thick walls and place his back up against it, trying to figure out where he could get some fresh and clean clothes without killing someone in the process. He had to commit a crime he never really did. Steal.

The Royal Elven Throne Room...

Queen Ariel sat on her throne awaiting Draco's return from the West. She was growing very impatient. She grabbed the cigarettes that sat on the right armrest of the throne she sat on. She took out one cigarette and shoved it in her mouth, staining the cigarette with her black glossy lipstick. She lit the cigarette with her golden aura. She toked the cigarette and quickly removed it from her mouth, exhaling the white from her nostrils. She sighed and tossed the cigarette on the ground. She stood up from her throne and walked outside on the balcony. Queen Ariel stared at the stars and sucked her teeth.

She was tired of waiting. Just as she was about to walk away and go to bed, she could smell the musty stench of brimstone. As she turned around she saw Draco descending from the clouds. Queen Ariel took a deep breath and sighed. Finally." She folded her arms and started huffing and puffing. She enhanced her vision and noticed that Draco was covered in blood with pieces all over his body. Draco was barely awake. Queen Ariel's facial expressions turned from mad to surprised. She quickly ran behind the throne as Draco came crashing the throne room absolutely destroying the balcony. " What the hell?" She stood on her feet and went to check up on Draco. " Draco?" What the hell is going on?" Why did you just descend from the skies and crash through here?" Draco was breathing heavily like a racehorse. Draco started shaking his head and opened his eyes. " These injuries?" Tch." They mean nothing." I've had worse injuries than this." Much worse."

Queen Ariel sighed and said: Who is responsible for you looking like a hot mess?" Draco clenched his jaws together, starting to growling like a hungry lion. King Hendrix.." Queen Ariel raised her eyebrow and said: King Hendrix?" That old-timer?" How?" Draco stood onto his feet and said: I don't know." He blindsided me." King Hendrix was one of the many elves who fought and kill dragons back in the days. King Hendrix was the primary reason why The Industrial Elven Empire stay afloat even after losing the battles in the North and East countless times. He had excellent leadership and war planning skills.

Probably the best leadership and war planning skills ever. King Hendrix managed to one-shot Draco using a mace manufactured by Gonzalez Industries which King Hendrix nicknamed The Industrial Mace. The Industrial Mace was a huge mace made from titanium, black iron, and dragon bones. The Industrial Mace was covered in spikes. The Industrial Mace also had the power to absorb life force from its victims. Draco could barely move. Draco reverted into his humanoid dragon form and slouched up against a wall, removing glass pieces from his skin one by one. Draco had an angry expression on his face. He wanted a rematch. He didn;t even get a chance to strike back.