Bloodlust

Bang, bang,
Twang twang,
Beat the hammer, twice it lay
(Bang bang, twang twang)
Just a flaming runaway.
Bang bang, Twang twang
What's a fire doing so far away?
With marks of ash
Far from famil-ay,
Bang, bang
Just a flaming runaway.

Dreams of making, creating,
Ongoing, swift banging
Not with shreaded lives
Not with watchful eyes
Beat the hammer, twice it lay

Bang, bang,
Twang twang,
Beat the hammer, twice it lay
(Bang bang, twang twang)
Just a flaming runaway.
Bang bang, Twang twang
What's a fire doing so far away?
With marks of ash
Far from famil-ay,
Bang, bang
Just a flaming runaway.

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Bloodlust didn’t know his birth parents. Some way or another, he’d found himself as the adopted child of two assassins and the sibling of many other hatchlings who were expected to follow in the footsteps of their “parents”. Bloodlust would often daydream of what his parents were like while he would slit the throats of the unlucky dragon they were hired to kill. Had they abandoned him willingly? Did they miss him? Were they still out there?

He hated being an assassin. Everyday, he saw more blood than a normal dragon saw, and that was just as a young hatchling. He wanted to do something with his life, he wanted to make someone proud. He wanted to help the world. He couldn’t leave, though. There was one policy they had; blood for comfort. If you wanted to have anything nice, you’d have to prove your worth for it by being the best.

Eventually, the hatchlings learned of another policy created by their parents. To have control, you had to beat the them in a battle. For years, no one could defeat them. They were master assassins, thus they were perfect fighters. Well, almost perfect.

The day that Bloodlust, still a young dragonet, knocked his parents down but refused to kill them, it was almost as if the ground shook. It may as well have, for this was a groundbreaking event.

For the first time, a hatchling was free.

As soon as he could, Bloodlust ran. Far away. He had a feeling in his gut that his “parents” would never leave him alone. They’d hunt him down just like one of the victims Bloodlust had hunted and killed in the past. Just as he predicted, they did. Sometimes, he’d wonder if it was because if they loved him, but he always kept fleeing.

There was one place he could be safe. In his travels, he heard tales of the soul gates. With enough time, he eventually learned of the location of the fabled gates made of damned souls. Bloodlust learned that they were locked unless you could find the key.

No one knew what the key was. He’d just have to hope he’d figure it out while he traveled to the gates. Once he arrived there, he had no idea what to do. There were no obvious keyholes, and anyway he didn’t have any keys. It didn’t help that the souls were whispering loudly in his head, distracting him. After a while, his thoughts drifted off. He decided to listen to what the poor souls were saying and closed his eye.

What’s in your soul?

Grab the key. Or they’ll hunt you.

Your parents… The Key...

As he thought of his adoptive parents and how he never wanted to be like them, he heard the sound of gates opening. Bloodlust saw the soul gates wide open. He’d made it. His dreams for a better life had come true. He wouldn’t be forced to be an assassin anymore, he’d be allowed to become the blacksmith he wanted to be.

Bloodlust was free.
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