Sedah couldn't find Lyanna's parents, no matter how much he searched. He rummaged through the rubble, trying to find anything.
However, his search was meaningless, and he knew that, but still, he latched onto a false hope. Digging and digging away. He thought if he kept on digging he'd find hope the same way he had found warmth when he dug and climbed onto the surface.
"I need to find Lyanna's parents! I need to go back to Lyanna. How can I face her if I couldn't even save her parents? What do I do?" He carried these thoughts as he kept clawing away at the burnt houses.
After some time, he went back to the forest and into the cave. Sitting next to the passed-out Lyanna and placing the basket carrying his baby on his lap, trying to comfort his crying daughter.
He wore a smile as he hid the pain, so his daughter wouldn't cry.
"It'll be fine, Serah; I'll make sure of that."
The three dragons headed back to their leader. They all took human form, as they bowed down to their god.
"Did you burn the village down?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Did you kill the demon?" Drakonthar gave the three dragons a sharp glance.
The three dragons looked at each other, not wanting to disappoint or face his wrath.
"Yes, sir!" They exclaimed, believing the demon must've died if they burnt the whole village down.
"I see. Then I shall go back to the heavens."
He took his true form, flying off to the heavenly realm.
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Present day,
Forest of Vastos
"Master! I asked you why you killed her!" Arthur kept shouting, demanding an explanation.
Sedah had recalled his past. He looked at the decapitated head of the girl and pointed his sword at her lifeless body.
"She was a dragon. That's all there is to it." He replied harshly with no remorse on his face.
Arthur was in complete and utter distraught; he couldn't believe his reason. "Master! Is that all the reason there was for you to kill her? If so...I'll murder you!" Arthur's heart was in pain as he unsheathed his sword pointing it at Sedah.
This was the first time that Arthur had shown an intent to kill Sedah.
"Arthur, you finally want to kill me?" A little smile had shown on Sedah's face.
Arthur was unsure; he then looked at the sword he was pointing at Sedah; it became shaky. His hand was shaking.
"Ah-no...I don't want to kill you." Arthur's eyes darted around. Swiftly, his anger faded into sadness. Sedah's smile disappeared.
"Arthur. These two are your friends, right?" He looked over at the two, both of them were pointing a greatsword and a staff towards him.
Arthur looked down at the ground, still mourning Seraphina.
"Arthur! Look at your two companions standing there."
Arthur turned his head slowly towards Baro and Rosianne.
"They are ready to fight me to the death! Yet, you are on the ground, weeping instead of taking revenge."
"How can I ever bring myself to hate and kill you?! My name was given to me by you. You raised me. You made me who I am. You, my father!" Arthur clenched his teeth. Arthur went on his knees.
"Arthur. Pick up your sword and fight me. If you don't then both your companions will die." Sedah became less and less human in Arthur's eyes as he spoke.
"I'm begging you, don't kill them. Please. Please. Please." He kept repeating the word 'Please', Sedah winced slightly, but he had already made up his mind.
Then he picked up his sword, and he walked slowly towards Baro and Rosianne.
"Don't! Please!" Arthur stood on his two feet, picked up his sword and pointed it towards Sedah's back. "Please! Isn't this enough!" Arthur's hands were shaking. Tears had formed in his eyes, rolling down his cheek.
He couldn't bring himself to step forward and swing at Sedah. At the hero. At his father.
Baro rushed forward, holding his greatsword with two hands. He vertically slashed towards at Sedah's skull, splitting the air. However, he effortlessly parried Baro's sword, making him stumble back, and with one swift swing, Baro's head rolled onto the ground, and his body fell to the floor creating a pool of blood.
Arthur's breathing became heavier. His eyes widened, unable to bear the event that had just taken place before him. His throat tightened, unable to speak.
Rosianne pointed her staff; magic was gathering at the tip. She was speaking, but Arthur couldn't hear what she was saying. His ears started ringing louder and louder; he could only hear his shaky breath.
Rosianne's hand was quickly cut off by Sedah. Blood spewed out. Then she was stabbed through the heart, and Sedah's blade was now covered in the blood of all of Arthur's now fallen party.
Arthur looked down at the ground, covering both his ears and cried. His head started thumping as well as his heart.
Sedah walked over to him, clutched his hair and made Arthur look at him.
"Despair. Hate. Become stronger and seek my death."
Arthur bit his lip, blood dripped down. He glared at Sedah in absolute hatred.
"I'll kill you..you..damm demon!" Arthur clutched his sword and swung, attempting to slice Sedah's head clean off. Sedah let go of his hair, quickly stepping and dodging his swing.
"Good. That's the look you should have when seeing me. Hatred. Yet, you are still far too weak, Arthur. Become stronger if you truly wish to take my life. Eating the corpse of a dragon makes you stronger." His sword pointed towards the corpse of Seraphina. "This is the last time I'll ever teach you anything again. Act on my lesson if you desire strength."
"I'll murder you Sedah!"
"That's the spirit!" Sedah smiled. However, Sedah's heart was in pain from feeling Arthur's anger, but he ignored that emotion. This was the moment Sedah walked on this dark and clouded path to realise his ambition. He turned his back on the kneeling and utterly defeated Arthur, disappearing into the forest, never to be seen by him for a very long time.
Arthur sluggishly walked over to Seraphina's body, gazing intently. Then he crouched down, eating Seraphina's corpse...mutilating her body piece by piece. Blood spattered and covered his face. Arthur's hands turned red from scavenging and ripping her body as he ate and ate. Ripping her from limb to limb.
"AAGGHH!!! SEDAHHHHH!!!"
Arthur had also walked down a dark path to realise his newfound goal.