A Dragon

(Certain Details like Powers or Characters will diverge from the actual story)
( These changes will be explained in the actual story when they become relevant)

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Draco opened his eyes, or at least, that’s what he thought he did.
He expected to find himself in the familiar dark void, but something felt different. It wasn’t like the natural act of waking up, where the world gradually came into focus.
Instead, it was as if his vision had abruptly switched on, as though someone had flipped a switch in his mind.

He tried to look around but realized he had no physical body. He felt more like a disembodied thought, a consciousness floating freely in the vast emptiness.
Despite this lack of form, all his senses were still intact.
He could perceive the cold, featureless expanse around him, feel a strange tingling sensation, and even hear a faint, almost imperceptible hum that seemed to resonate within his very being.

Confused, he attempted to move, but without a body to command, the effort was futile.
He was suspended in this void, a prisoner of his own mind. Panic started to creep in, but before he could fully succumb to it, a voice echoed through his consciousness.

“Do not be scared. This is the process of giving you a new body,” said the calm, soothing voice of Melanoche.
It was as if her words bypassed his ears entirely and were spoken directly into his thoughts, resonating with a sense of authority and reassurance.
" You will now get to choose from different options, but we don't know how they will react with your light soul "

The sound of her voice, familiar and comforting, quelled his rising fear. As soon as she finished speaking, an explosion of light and color filled his vision.
It was overwhelming, like staring into the heart of a supernova.
Shapes and patterns swirled before him, and he suddenly found himself staring at a bizarre, surreal interface. It looked like something straight out of a video game—a character creation screen.

Draco was bewildered by all the options laid out before him. He had never imagined he would have such freedom in his new life. Even when he had spoken with the Sisters, he hadn’t truly believed them.
But now, faced with so many possibilities, he felt a surge of excitement. The thought of shaping his own existence in a new world filled him with anticipation.

“Now, let’s get you a monster core. This will be the foundation of your new form,”
Melanoche’s voice echoed in his mind. She sounded calm and gentle, guiding him through the process.

As he browsed through the options, he saw a variety of cores:
Some were eerie and unsettling, while others were bizarre or grotesque. He hesitated for a moment, trying to envision himself in each role.

“Barbarian,” he finally decided, almost instinctively. Not only did the other options seem too creepy for his taste,
but the idea of being a powerful monster, leading from the front lines, resonated deeply with him.
It sounded exhilarating like he would be an unstoppable **** of nature.

“Quite a decisive one,” came a new voice, more mature and seductive than Melanoche’s. It carried a hint of amusement.
“But let’s move on to the next question. Your size… the size of your body. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to grow and develop over time.”

Draco looked at the size options. He quickly dismissed “Small” and “Human” without a second thought.
If he was going to become a monster, he wanted to embody absolute power, and being small or even human-sized didn’t fit that vision.
So hee was torn between “Big” and “Massive.”

Choosing a “Massive” form would grant him overwhelming strength and an imposing presence, but it would also come with significant drawbacks.
He imagined towering over cities and crushing anything in his path, but he would likely struggle to navigate urban environments, and his sheer size would make it impossible to go unnoticed.
The risk of attracting unwanted attention was too high.

“Big,” on the other hand, seemed like the more practical choice. It would still give him considerable power, and he would be able to move more freely.
He could still strike fear into those who opposed him, but he wouldn’t be so large as to become an immediate target.
It was the perfect balance between strength and stealth.

“My size should be big,” he said decisively.

As soon as he made his choice, he felt a strange sensation, as though his consciousness was expanding and reshaping itself. I
t was as if his very essence was aligning with the form he had chosen, becoming something more than human.

“Excellent choice,” Melanoche’s voice purred approvingly. “You’re starting to understand the possibilities. Remember, this is only the beginning.
You will grow stronger, and your form will evolve with time and experience.”

Draco could feel the excitement building within him.
He had only just begun to scratch the surface of what he could become, and he was already eager to explore the full extent of his potential.
This new life, with all its unknown challenges and dangers, was exactly what he had always longed for.

“Are you ready for the next step?” Melanoche asked, her voice filled with a teasing anticipation.

Draco took a deep, steadying breath, his mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay ahead. “Yes,” he replied, his voice firm and resolute. “I’m ready.”

Draco paused, feeling a bit overwhelmed. He had no immediate answer, nor did he have just one or two options in mind.
While he was drawn to the idea of being a dragon, other possibilities tempted him as well. Becoming a demon, a giant werewolf, or even a minotaur sounded thrilling.
Each form carried its own sense of power and mystique, like the classic video game monsters he had grown up admiring.

He took a moment to browse through the choices presented to him.
There were various forms, each fearsome and powerful. But as he considered his options, one thought stood out above the rest.

“While a minotaur is a good pick for a strong monster, I don’t want to be just any monster. I want to be the king of all monsters,”
he mused, his thoughts focused. “And the only viable pick for a king of all monsters is the dragon.
After all, no demon could ever be as majestic as a dragon.”

With his decision made, he felt a sense of determination solidify within him. The dragon was not just a beast of raw power; it was a symbol of dominance and majesty,
the pinnacle of all monstrous forms.
It represented everything he aspired to be in this new life.

“Dragon,” Draco said aloud, his voice filled with resolve. “I want to be a dragon.”

“A good pick,” Carnachias murmured, letting out a small moan
He could almost feel her twisted enthusiasm through the mental connection, making him uncomfortable.
He could only imagine what she looked like as she spoke those words, and he was pretty sure she was mstubating.

“Monster creation? What a weird fetish for a god,” Draco thought, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.

But then Carnachias disrupted his train of thought with her next words, her voice dripping with a perverse sort of glee. “Now, the most important part… your penis.”

Draco blinked, utterly taken aback as a bewildering array of options appeared before him, each more absurd than the last.
For a moment, he was completely at a loss for words.
He couldn’t help but think, “How deranged is this Caranchias ?”

As soon as Draco saw the initial options for his... anatomy, his decision was made without hesitation.

“Give me the essential package,” he said firmly, feeling somewhat awkward even saying it aloud.
Then, after a moment's pause, he added, “With the ‘Breeding add-on’ and some form of ‘Mindbreak’ that makes women fall in love with me instead of just breaking them.”

He shuddered slightly at the thought of becoming some grotesque, tentacled monster.
That was not the path he wanted to take. He wasn’t going to be some creepy being.

Expecting some form of reprimand from Carnachias, he braced himself. But to his surprise, she responded with an enthusiastic,
“Good,” followed by a moan of pleasure that left him feeling more unsettled than he already was.
It seemed that, rather than displeased, the dark goddess was even more excited by his choices.

“Sorry for my sister,” Melanoche interjected quickly, clearly embarrassed by Carnachias’s reaction. “She really enjoys the physical aspects of monster creation.”

Draco almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. The two sisters, one embodying primal desire and the other dark elegance, seemed to be polar opposites.
Yet here they were, working together to forge him into some sort of monstrous champion.

“Now, let's move on to my favorite part,” Melanoche continued, her tone softening as she regained her composure. “Your new powers.”

The air around Draco shimmered as countless abilities and enhancements appeared before his mind’s eye, each one more dazzling and tempting than the last.

“The first set of powers will be your monster abilities,” Melanoche explained. “Because of your chosen size, you’ll be able to pick two to start with. But don’t worry, you can acquire more powers as you grow stronger.”

He pondered over his choices carefully. He needed to select powers that would not only make him a formidable **** in battle but also complement his monstrous form as a dragon.
Something that would establish him as the true king of all monsters, as he had envisioned.

“Let’s see,” he muttered, focusing intently on the abilities that caught his eye the most. This was a critical decision—one that could shape his entire new life in this world.
He wanted to make sure he got it just right.

As Melanoche spoke, Draco thought deeply, not only about the powers he wanted but also about how to combine them effectively.

"He was unsure about "Dungeon Core", as it would limit his mobility however it would also give him a safe home.
He also dismissed "Broodshire," feeling it wouldn’t be particularly beneficial for his goals and it was disgusting.

That left him with four remaining powers, but after further consideration, he decided against "Status Effect" and "Time-fruit Juice."
“These are easily achievable in my new life,” he reasoned. “Winning for Dark is my ultimate goal, and escaping from **** is unpleasant but possible.

With clarity settling over him, he finalized his choices. “I’ll take ‘Fire Infusion’ and ‘Duengon core,’ please.”

“Interesting choice,” Melanoche remarked, a glint of approval in her eyes. “But let me show you your advantage thanks to your light soul.”

As she spoke, the air around him shimmered once more, and he felt a rush of energy course through him.

"These are the Powers of a normal monster, but since you are special when have still more to add " said Melanoche sounding almost exited

“These are classes and the reason we decided to reincarnate a light soul such as y—”

“Babariam!” Draco shouted, interrupting Melanoche mid-sentence.
The suddenness of his outburst took both dark goddesses aback, and he caught a glimpse of disappointment flickering across Melanoche's face as if she had wanted to explain further.

His choice was straightforward: it added perfectly to his style
Right now he had imagined his dragon as a muscle monster and Babarian would fit perfectly.
While he lacked on magical ability,Draco thought that the combination of his fire infusion and the class would manage most of the problems.

Melanoche paused for a moment, her expression tinged with sadness as she finally remarked, “That was fast.” A brief silence hung in the air

“The next part will be the final step, and it’s the most powerful,” she continued, her tone shifting to a more serious note.
“Choose carefully; you can only select one of these powers once.”

Draco’s jaw nearly dropped in astonishment—if he had a body.

The options laid out before him were astonishing.

“Demon King's Heart” would equalize his experience loss as a dragon, while “Hybridization” could open countless doors to new abilities.
“Obliterate” was an instant kill, and “Pro Gamer Hub” promised an immense boost to leveling up.

As he weighed the options, he felt an unexpected urge bubble up inside him. Without fully understanding why, the words “Demon King's Heart” slipped from his lip.
It wasn’t that the other powers lacked merit or compelling arguments against them; rather, he felt a deep conviction that this cheat would be a valuable addition to his arsenal.

“And my third monster power should be ‘Time Fruit Juice,’” he added, sealing his choice.

“And we’re done,” Melanoche announced, her voice tinged with finality. “Now you only need to know your enemies and your friends.”

In an instant, five images materialized before Draco, showcasing the heroes of light.
As he studied their powers and abilities, the realization struck him like a thunderbolt: this was precisely why the dark sisters had chosen to reincarnate him.

These heroes were strong. Unbelievably strong.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he felt an unexpected pull on his essence.

A small but rapidly expanding light filled his vision, consuming him in its glow.

“Huh, I didn’t start the transformation process,” Melanoche murmured in surprise " We still need to show the other dark champions "

Carnachias chimed in, “I did nothing! Wait a minute—what is that light?”

Draco heard their voices fading as the light enveloped him completely, erasing all semblance of the dark void.
The last thing he felt was a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation as he surrendered to the blinding radiance, ready to embrace whatever awaited him in this new life.

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When he finally could see again, instead of being in a dark void, he found himself in a bright, ethereal space.
The light enveloped him like a warm embrace, illuminating everything around him with a soft, golden glow.
Before him stood a stunning angel, with and curvy body, making Draco horny.

" Hello,fallen one "

She introduced herself with a calm demeanor, “My name is Ariel, and what I am has no importance.”
The newly introduced Ariel continued, her voice steady yet urgent. “
I sensed that the Dark Sisters were plotting something devious, and it seemed my instincts were correct. But do not worry; I have no desire to harm you.
Instead, I want to convert you to the light side, fallen one.
However, you must act quickly, as the Sisters will be here in mere moments, and they are stronger than I.”

Draco felt a tumult of emotions swirling within him. On one hand, confusion gripped him; he hadn’t anticipated that his creation would be interrupted so abruptly.
“Didn’t they say my creation was a secret from all the gods?” he thought. Yet that confusion faded as he realized that Ariel was likely the only one aware of his existence.
If the other Light Gods had known, she would probably be accompanied by allies, ready to confront the Sisters on equal footing.

The other emotion flooding him was anger. He felt a wave of disgust at the notion that Ariel believed he would want to return to his former human life.
“This is the life I chose; don’t get in my way,” he thought fiercely. Just as he prepared to refuse her offer, Ariel surprised him with her next words.
“I can even grant you powers,” she said earnestly, her eyes wide with sincerity. “Please, take these.”

With a flick of her wrist, a radiant light enveloped her hand, coalescing into shimmering orbs of energy that pulsed with potential.
Draco’s heart raced at the sight; the idea of enhancing his abilities was enticing, yet he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being manipulated.

“Why would you offer me powers?” he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. “What’s in it for you?”

Ariel stepped closer, the light around her intensifying. “Because I believe you can be more than a pawn in their game,” she replied, her voice firm yet compassionate.
“You possess the potential to change this world fundametaly, and with these powers, you can choose your own destiny.”

Draco considered her words, feeling the weight of the choice before him.
The dark allure of power tugged at him, but so did the idea of being controlled. As the tension in the air thickened, he realized he had to make a decision,
not just for himself, but for the fate of the world he was about to enter.

Draco was captured by these holy Powers, but despite their best efforts, they could not sway his mind or break his spirit.
He remained resolute in his beliefs, unyielding to their influences.

After all, if the dark powers were attainable in this world, then it stood to reason that the powers of light should be equally attainable.

Moreover, he was Draco, the Dragon,
: The Bringer of Darkness, a harbinger of shadows,
The Champion of the Dark Sisters, a warrior bound to serve their enigmatic purposes;
The Devourer of the World, a **** of destruction and change;

and The Fallen One, the first light soul to become a monster

"I must thank you for providing me with the information about my comrades, you fool," Draco said, his voice cold and unyielding.
"The Sisters didn't inform me of their whereabouts."

With each word that left his mouth, he could see Ariel's face grow more horrified.
She began to realize that her plan was failing, the threads of her scheme slipping through her fingers like sand.

"Fuck," was the last word she uttered as Draco began to feel that familiar, inexorable pull of reincarnation.
It was a sensation he had experienced before, a dark embrace that promised both an end and a new beginning.

He surrendered to it, leaving Ariel to face the wrath of the Dark Sisters, who would decide her fate in his stead.

As he stepped away from his current existence, Draco knew that his journey was far from over.

His next life awaited, and with it, the opportunity to shape his destiny once more.

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Build Summary:

Side: Dark
Core: Barbarian
Size: Big
Monster: Dragon
Powers: 1 fire infusion, 2 Duegnon Core, 3 time fruit juices
Class. Barbarian
Cheat: Demon King Heart