The Great Warlock War - Bakugo x OC Femreader

Chapter 43: A dragon's lament

Dabi and the others had been given complete freedom to do as they pleased. Shigaraki really didn't seem to care where they went or what they did as long as they recruited as many forces as possible, killing anyone who refused to join, and sending the corpses back to grow his Inferi army.

When they weren't out scouting, Dabi continued his inspection of the Ice Palace. One particular evening he found himself reading a journal in the dead king's chambers. He was sat on the dusty covers of the king's bed, holding the leather clad book to his face.

The king had been bitter in his defeat by Endeavour, but as he wrote his final words, he seemed to be remorseful at the loss of his daughter to the man.

I know I am not long for this world; my wounds are too great, and my kingdom destroyed. The ice dragons are all but extinguished and I am all that remains. There is nothing left for me now, even the dark god has abandoned me.

Had I been a better king, a better father, perhaps my fate would have been different. Alas it is too late now. I must accept the path that lay before me and traverse to the next life.

I pray that my daughter finds the happiness she deserves, the likes of which I never gave her. May she continue the dragon bloodline even if it is to be diminished by human blood.

This peaked Dabi's interest, the ice dragon princess... was it possible the ice dragon race hadn't died out completely?

He didn't want to dredge up memories of his past, but he tried to think back if he had ever heard mention of the royal family's dragon heritage. He was sure it was never mentioned. Perhaps the queen had intentionally kept this secret from the king to protect her children? He had to know, and there was only one person he could ask.

He snapped the book closed and stood up. He walked over to the dusty desk where sat the skeletal remains of the last ice king. The body was still fairly intact, the bones held in place by his clothing, undisturbed for decades. His silvery grey hair and beard clung to the remnants of dried skin still covering his skull under the crown atop his head.

Dabi dropped the book on the table in front of the corpse, sending up a cloud of dust. He lifted the crown off the dead man's head causing the skull to shift and tumble off its precarious perch. It clattered on the table and rolled off onto the floor, causing a chain reaction; the rest of the bones started to move, and the remains of his body caved in on itself, reducing the once powerful dragon king to a pile of bones and dust encased in the folds of his stiff blood-stained robes.

"Thanks, gramps." He said, twirling the crown in his fingers as he left the room.

Dabi walked back to the sitting room where everyone else was gathered, the crown still in his hand. He was now rolling it around one finger as he sloped through the door and leant against the far wall as usual.

"What have you got there Dabi?" Shigaraki asked in a light smooth voice.

"Oh this?" Dabi said, stopping his twirling to hold up the crown. He looked at it, then at Shigaraki's greed filled eyes staring at it. He tossed it to the Warlock who caught it in both hands. "Just something I found lying around." He said lazily, the picture of complete indifference.

Shigaraki held the crown up to his eye in the light from the fireplace, inspecting the silverwork and large blue sapphires encased around the edges with smaller diamonds glittering around the larger gemstones. He used his sleeve to polish it off then placed it slowly upon his messy blue hair, his little fingers stuck out on both hands as he did so.

"What do you think?" he said addressing the room, "Does it suit me?"

Mr. Compress bowed and began to clap. "It suits you well my lord."