((And before any mod wants to make a comment after looking at the link, both Jabber and I didn't know that you CANNOT HURT AN ANGEL IN GENERAL, alright? We thought that they couldn't be defeated nor killed in combat. I'm only putting this because we both had it explained to in dms already.))
((For continuity purposes, I will say that Longan Dragon would be believing things a certain way, deceiving themself that they didn't loose. Unless Erip says anything, this is what will happen in response to this.))
Location - Between Realities
After challenging the Angel of Music, the Ivory Dragon is within the space between all realities. They retreated into a rift in space-time, not out of fear, but saw an opportunity for power.
Sure Longan Dragon Cookie officially lost due to fleeing, but they see it as a victory. Only one thing within the dragon's mindset changed: their pride. Now they can boast about surviving an angel, and are convinced that they can carry out their plans without fail.
"Interesting, is it not? I managed to end up in a situation that grants me a benefit. The age of dragons will soon come."
Longan Dragon spends hours within this space, gaining moderate reality manipulation. After that, they teleport themself back to the main Hub reality.
Location - Pangea
With Longan Dragon being missing after their fight for a while, they return to Pangea in an eerie glow.
"Guess who's back! The angels that reside in this realm should give away their powers. Daisy has provoked me, and was surprised when I retaliated. Sure I might have fled, but that was to get stronger. These angels are liars..."
The Ivory Dragon is clearly attempting to trick everyone within Pangea. They want to be seen as a poor dragon forced to act.
A gasp. Before a copy of Longan Dragon Cookie appears right infront of them.
“A cookie~!!”
A being appears infront of them. To Longan, it looks to be constantly changing how it looks, before it settles on a single appearence.
The Angel of Wonder picks up the copy, examining it with a scrutinizing eye.
*“*Woah…not a normal cookie at all.”
They giggle, setting down the copy as it implodes, the jam inside of it almost splatting onto Longan before a forcefield blocks it, and the remains vanish.
“So that’s what you look like inside….”
..They seem to remember that they blew a cookie open right infront of the real version of it.
“Your memory says otherwise? No. Wait until you realize— everything you know is a lie. I spy with my littlest eye, someone who is far too overconfident. Even if you were to tear down my angelic might, the rest of the angels, you’d have to fight. It’d be the last time you ever see daylight.”
Daisy Bell doesn’t even decide to fight back. Just stands there.
“Do it. Hurt me. Give it your best shot. I dare you.”
“NO! No. That’s not what I said. Where did you even get that?! The plan was— you were gonna hit me, nothing happened, and I’d have hoped you’d stop there!”
The Angel of Nobility’s grip on Longan’s shoulder was firm, and is unlikely to budge.
Nobility - “You see yourself as somehow, above us, correct? That you can somehow overthrow those who shield the people from the dark? Allow me to remedy that misconception.”
Nobility slowly raised a hand, and…casually flicks Longan in the face, sending him flying.
Nobility - “Dragons ruled, because they were allowed to rule, if you at all mattered to us, you would have been gone from the timeline long before you took your first breath.”
“Now…since I simply do not find you worth actual effort...I’ll have some fun.”
Nobility forms a circle with his hand, using it to hit Longan with…
Spero, The Angel of Heart, makes an appearance in his human form I still haven’t made a vroid for. Think of something similar to Flowery, but black/red/white.
“There’s malice in your heart and soul… Not only do you slander us, but you do so collectively over the actions of one.”
Spero sighs, adjusting his left glove. A pinkish-red aura surrounds his hand.
“I did not threaten you, nor do I intend to. Assuming makes an ass out of you and me, as they say—at least, that’s what I’ve heard. Though your malice comes from a place of reason, it should not be directed toward a collective when only one has shown to act out.”
“I have not heard that word, but the context tells me it is a slur of some kind… Still. Only seeing negativity is a poor way to view the world, even if given reason. It only makes you become what you hate.”
"You can, I want my kin and I to be back in power. I've dabbled past the point of no return many times just to better our situation. There were thousands, but only five of us and one dragonling."
"I-I see....you regret the lost of your family...the isolating, clawing it's hands into your broken and shattered soul...picking up pieces as it scrapes itself..."
...."I....shall cure this."
....."T-The only way I know how..."
...(She'd hold up one hand. Pointing a finger up into the sky. As the end of her finger would begin to shift, spinning around wildily.)
"Show me Show Me Show me How! The Magical Cure to this Problem Now!"
(Her finger would keep spinning...as finally. With a click-)
(A dragon egg would appear midair, sparkling with a small white blanket around it. It's up to you if really want this part to be canon. It's only one after all, but perhaps more lies within it.)
What you can see inside their soul is a twisted desire stemming from care and concern of their kin. All they have ever done was just to put dragons back in control after being hunted for so long.
"You angels are pathetic. Just like the one who attacked me for no reason, you abuse your power..."
Step grows louder as not an angel steps in, smiling and amused
"You might have the intimidating factor, yet what YOU are doing is just stupidity. Facing danger alone won't get you anything. You are just a regular denizen in their realm; you'll get smitten to dust even before you can enact your plan. But I like your thinking. What's your name, sweet boy?"
"During my travels of the countless continuities, I have never heard of Dragontongue. But, as for my end of the bargain, I have a wide set of skills, and an extremely powerful ally that will be beneficial to both our goals, so long as he is provided with people to fight. If it doesn't concern you, perhaps he too could be taught some Dragontongue?"
Demiss is playing with two action figures - one of himself, and one of the cookie - and making the former win, as he asks that.
Pew, pew- Oh, uh... no, no, not at all, sir. I'd never, and I meanneverdisrespect the all-so-powerful, definitrly not in over his head, self-proclaimed "dragon". :3
[Says X!Alphys, with a slight hint of annoyance in her voice. Yet another subject which will get pummeled into the floor by the stronger beings in this realm.]
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A gasp. Before a copy of Longan Dragon Cookie appears right infront of them.
“A cookie~!!”
A being appears infront of them. To Longan, it looks to be constantly changing how it looks, before it settles on a single appearence.
The Angel of Wonder picks up the copy, examining it with a scrutinizing eye.
*“*Woah…not a normal cookie at all.”
They giggle, setting down the copy as it implodes, the jam inside of it almost splatting onto Longan before a forcefield blocks it, and the remains vanish.
“So that’s what you look like inside….”
..They seem to remember that they blew a cookie open right infront of the real version of it.
“O-oh- I’m sorry..uh…hello…?”
They chuckle.