>>5215850“Hrrrr…” he rumbles, voice low. “Hrr-Hun… Hungeeerrrr.”
His mind, to, you… Well, you HALF-fixed it. He is a sadly simple creature, still, honestly of even sub-HUMAN intellect… But physically, he is a marvel, and even his pronunciation has improved from the realignment of his jaw and of certain formations of the brain. Henzler was right, of course: he’ll never be truly, wholly ‘perfect’, not compared to a fresh start… But then, you made him this way in a week, while rearing a successor would have taken YEARS.
“Get this dragon a meal fit for a king,” you announce, with bold proudness in defiance of your birth, “for we have made him into one.”
A cheer goes up from the Fleshweavers, a ululation of such rejoicing that you know now what you have long hoped for…
“It is… Astonishing,” whispers The Chaplain, here today to oversee the finalization of your work.
…You are now, undeniably and avoidably, ascended beyond your station. Never, EVER again will anyone in this base—or Reptilian beyond it who knows what you have wrought—disparage you as ‘Degenerate’.
You are Dragon-Maker, Herald and Blood-Mother to the Newborn King!
However, just now… You are overtaxed, overworked, underslept, underfed. Before youc an properly enjoy this, perhaps your GREATEST triumph or all time, you feel the dam break and the floodwaters of long-forestalled torpor sweep you away.
You pass out.
Of what do you dream?
>The Great Green Dragon and the humans who destroyed him>Your mother and your father>Edwin>Alhazred>The infiltrator Chika, and the Hellish realms, and Death>Write-in 