Crimson eyes opened. Draco was tired, but he was alive, and his wounds had healed. He had surpassed his previous limits once more, and though he wasn't going to be causing wide-spread destruction and chaos for a while yet, he could continue to spread his influence one person at a time through his Corrupting presence and abilities. New abilities that developed out of his pain and suffering. Abilities that allowed him to corrupt an area and its inhabitants with his mere presence. To create illusions on a whim and bend people to his will.
The true essence of Darkness and Fear.
Closing his eyes, Draco let the power flow through him as he rested on his Throne. Draco stirred on his throne, his Pitch Black Draconian-Metal hand-forged and blessed armor forming on his body with the shifting shadows as sun-light cascaded in through what scant holes in the walls of his fortress had developed recently. A crown of Gold Glowing Shards of Metal formed around his head, and those Coal Red Eyes opened, and then faded to a brilliant glowing Amber. His Jet Black hair stained itself white, and the Dragon in Human form shuddered as he breathed in slowly.
It was time for this world to kneel to the Draconian King of Shadows. First, however, he would need to gain his last remaining bits of power back. Memories washed over the Elder Dragon of Darkness. His hellish childhood. Daily Torturous trials given to him and his siblings by their deranged mother - watching his siblings die off in those challenges. Hatred building as only he survived due to his strength and cunning. His ability to think ahead and to see the way through. Once he was the only one left, the abuse only grew worse. In the name of her own twisted love, Draco's Mother began to systematically torture him daily, driving him to the brink of life and sanity every time. Turning him into a Monster.
Once the Necromancer found him, she granted him the power he'd need to kill his mother, and he took it. With it, he avenged his fallen siblings, but fell only into a darker trap: The control of the Necromancer. Metaphorically chained to her for the next 3.4 million years, it was only after he had had his soul torn from his body for a million years, reclaimed his body, and almost died too many times to count before he broke his chains, and killed the Necromancer. He wasn't done, however. Immediately following his freedom, a crusade of Light-Loving humans approached, and he battled with them and their Emperor, nearly dying once more to the purity of their magic and the might of their leader. Licking his wounds, the Dragon had taken to hiding within the Mountains he called his domain for a few years. Terra knew peace and tranquility, and life even returned to the Collenham Mountains.
After the events at Ridgecrest, Draco had fallen into a sort of Coma for a while. Just how much time passed was up to the interpreter, but it was enough for Draco to heal, and to gain another small boost in power. Enough to accomplish his next goal: Find and Kill his reborn mother, and then move on to conquering Terra proper. All in due time, he reminded himself as he blinked slowly, straightening his back before opening his eyes, exhaling slowly as he looked out over his Valley of Shadows.
Darkness would soon fall once more.