182 Darkness & Sin

"I do owe you, Crush. But... the situation has changed. If you want to get rid of this antimatter gold, my death laws are the only option, even as a primordial, your life is currently on the line, so, do you accept my condition or not?" Zekron played his cards well... if this was any other primordial he'd have to seal any compromise in blood and laws. Thankfully, Dragons were complex yet simple creatures... once they opened their mouth to promise something, they could never go against their words, they would rather tear their own scales apart than mingle with their honour.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Crush was irritated... in this situation he had no choice but to bend down his head.

Before Zekron could speak, another silhouette appeared in this world.

*WHOOSHH!!*

It was another Dragon... this one had a mixture of blue and white colours, he emitted a radiant aura of time which immediately caught Zekron's sceptical attention.

"Big brother..." The newcomer said upon regarding Crush and his corroding wing, he clenched his jaws and realised who the evildoer was, the one he had fated to fight against, Richter Golden Haze.

"Hong... right now is not the time, step aside," Crush said to his former retainer who nodded in acceptance, but didn't flee even in the presence of a volatile Primordial like Zekron.

Hong was formerly a herald of destruction -a Dragon God- who received Crush's blessing in the form of a gift. A primal spark; has all possible elements to choose from, Hong chooses time with a single objective.

To become qualified enough to court the most sought-after dragoness in the multiverse, Destiny. Everybody, mostly dragons, knew her story with Richter and how she was 'rejected' the moment he choose 'Gold' instead of 'Time'.

"So you're the one that shall be the new Primordial of Time? you don't look like much, youngling" Death knew not kind words, he immediately disregarded Hong upon seeing him, moreover... his gaze shifted between Hong and Crush a few times as if he had caught onto something.

Zekron laughed heartily for a moment, convincing Hong that the rumours about him being a psychopath were genuine. Little did the two of them know that the Primordial of Death simply knew a lot more about the behaviour of the living creatures than anyone could expect... facts that most of the time slanted his amusement.

"Hurry up and tell me what you want, Zekron! I don't have all day" Unaware that his ploy had been discovered, Crush spoke.

"Just a favour from the Primordial Dragon God of Destruction... nothing else, Crush" Zekron waved his hands and an aura of death began to form in the shape of a pitch-black sphere, he was ready to begin 'cleansing' the Antimatter Gold.

*Growl...*

Crush couldn't help but emit a low growl of disgrace. Favours were the worst type of repayment. Favour could be in the range of a treasure to be given away, or a fight to participate in. As long as he promised to do a 'favour' he could be subjected to anything.

"As a Primordial, you should know there is nothing more valuable than a favour, ask for something else!".

"If I don't intercede now, not even Nebulous can save you... this Antimatter Gold is the peak of the laws of matter. You attacked Goldstein with the intention of destroying it, yet the laws of Primordial Gold evolved to counter your assault. Ether is currently in the core of Goldstein, giving up a massive chunk of her energy in order to help Richter return. The myriad worlds are praying for Richter Golden-Haze to return. Primordial Gold has never been stronger than now. You won't be able to get rid of this disease on your own, Crush".

Zekron placed all of the cards on the table, each more excruciating than the other, putting Crush in a more compelled situation with each word. Hong to the side was also anxious and irritated that his 'boss' had no choice but to lay down in front of another primordial.

Inwardly he promised to himself to shatter Zekron the moment he himself ascended as a Primordial of Time. A young hatchling indeed... little did he know that he would not be leaving the Disruptive Universe alive today.

"... I will do it. Just get rid of this pest!" Crush finally acceded, opening his maw to release some aura of destruction that fused with a content Zekron's death laws. The Primordial began preparing some sort of mix formed of some treasures but having both of their auras as the key element.

"This poison is difficult to create... I had a powerful treasure stored which I had to use for the sake of this so you better don't go attacking Goldstein until we can get our hands in more of it" Zekron took a handful of that grey goo-like liquid that was so concentrated and eerie, that the destruction of the Disruptive Universe was avoiding it and space itself was being corroded by it.

He had created something extremely dangerous. Hong made some distance... he wasn't yet a Primordial, he could tell if that 'thing' were to touch him, he'd be gone.

"What is it?" Crush asked, marvelling at the intensity of the aura produced by that grey goo... his Destruction was in it, Zekron's death was in it, but there was something else that was just as threatening if not worse.

"Abyssal Werecroft's blood".

!!!

That name was nothing short of a taboo only known by the oldest existences in Helius. Even Crush himself had heard stories from his ancestors about the Pitch-black Dragon that terrorised Helius back then. It was said his darkness was so pure... that any universe he stepped into would know no light for as long as he stayed in there.

"H-How did you get that?!" Even as the Primordial of Destruction, Crush couldn't help but exclaim in awe when that name was mentioned, unlike Hong, a million years old dragon that was too 'young' to even know what that name implied.

There were two existences in Helius that were known as a complete taboo that not even the top Primordials dare even recall, those names were forgotten from history and the Primordial Council hoped they'd never be raised again.

[Menace of Helius, Primordial Dragon God of Darkness, Abyssal Werecroft. A fallen Primordial forgotten by the shelves of history].

[Bringer of the End; The Primordial of Sin, Trihexa. Hideous Bane of Godly Civilisations].

"Millions of years ago when you weren't even born and during his fight with Primordial Fate... I managed to get a few litres of it. At that time I was his subordinate so getting a hold of it wasn't difficult".

"You're a madman" Crush had to admit Zekron's ancestry, he was perhaps one of the oldest primordials in the council. Death was as old as the first living creature that ever existed in Helius.

"His blood still has a huge concentration of his Primordial Darkness laws. By mixing it with ours, not even Richter's Antigold should be able to resist... sadly, your wing will be gone, but it is not something you can't recreate yourself. Be ready".

"Just do it!"

The moment the greyish goo touched his wing, Crush felt the most intense pain he had felt in any lifetime. The cure to the disease brought upon the worst possible torture. Let alone... the majority of that pain was not caused by his destruction, or by Zekron's death... it was caused by the Abyssal Darkness.

*GROWWLLLLLLLL!!!!*

*BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!----