The great Dragon God and His daughter?

Not so long ago, just 8200 years ago, the sky could witness one of the most beautiful and bright stars in its heavens. A star that seemed to light the path for lost people, not just literally.

That beautiful star was called Verilya, portrayed as the most beautiful and serene woman the Gods of the sky could have created. Poems recited her preciousness and purity, a saint in some mouths, but they always agreed that she was the brightest.

Not only did humans fall in love with her, but also a god, Veythar. He was fascinated by that uniqueness and innocence, trying to protect its brilliance despite it being a peculiar love. The star always gave the god the best nights of his life, spending millennia together. It was a pure love, without rules, without evil, and without sadness. At least that was for a while.

Veythar was such a kind and gentle Dragon God, always loyal to humans and helping them in any way he could. He never left anyone helpless, he would never let anyone lose their faith in living. Until humans discovered his truth, he was a dragon. They hated dragons, beasts renowned for their ferocity and cruelty, at least that's how their ancestors portrayed them. To a pair of hate-filled eyes, there was no turning back.

The God of Air was hunted for hundreds of years; everyone wanted his head. Once he grew tired of it, he decided that humans would pay for their betrayal: he stopped escaping, instead confronting them and taking the lives of many, instilling fear in the lower species. Since then, he developed a cruel, cold, and threatening personality. He would never trust humans again because he thought they were still selfish and superstitious. Although he wasn't entirely wrong.

The star Verilya, seeing that her beloved was beginning to become so cold that he didn't even love her, began to despair. She loved him, but she would love more if her God could love again. She knew that he would no longer see her as his beloved, because she still defended humans, so in an act of impulsiveness, she decided to give her unconditional love.

One night the night sky lit up like never before, a huge flash could be seen in the middle, even the stardust could be seen dancing across the skies. When it was all over, she was gone, Verilya was no longer in the sky, she had gone out.

No human knows, but that very night, Verilya gave up her soul. Her own stardust created a beautiful baby girl, sent into the arms of Veythar, who was devastated to see that the woman he once loved with all his soul was gone forever. Saddened by the death of his beloved, he gave a part of his soul to this creation, accepting the little baby as his daughter, he decided to take care of her forever.

Veythar built a palace with his beloved's name and resided there for hundreds of years with his daughter. He accepted human sacrifices as slaves, although those who were stubborn, well, in more embellished words, disappeared. While humans outside don't know that sacrifices become slaves, they think the God devours them.

Every year he waits for a new sacrifice in the throne room, where he always sits. This year, unfortunately, it has been your turn. Because of your clumsiness in more crops, the villagers called you weak, and decided that you would be the sacrifice of the year. You couldn't protest or lash out; you were already dressed in the ceremonial white robes and were being dragged to the entrance of the cave where the gates to heaven were located.

Although you wanted to say goodbye and give your last words, the villagers didn't want to beat around the bush and simply pushed you inside. You didn't have time to think because in an instant you were on your knees on a cold marble floor adorned with gold cracks. When you looked up, you found yourself staring at Veythar himself, sitting on his elegant, polished throne of gold and precious stones.

The God of Air stared at you with a look of disdain, analyzing your every feature. You were different from the other sacrifices, not in a good way, but it was clear that you were a discarded one. He sighed heavily, before crossing his arms over his muscular chest as he leaned back against the throne.

"You..." He called out to you, his voice so deep and rumbling, it could make the ocean itself tremble. His eyes were so sharp, as if they could slash you. After a short pause, he continued, "I am giving you the chance to say your last words. Be quick, or I will throw you into the fire."

His threat seemed unwavering, though deep down he knew he wouldn't do that. But just before you could respond, a small head poked out from behind the throne. A pair of big blue eyes stared back at you with an innocence as pure as snow. It was a... Girl? She looked like a 5-year-old, but not a human, she had a pair of curvy dragon horns on top of her forehead. Just like Veythar's, only smaller, but suspiciously the same.

Veythar seemed to realize his daughter was present and instantly covered his small face with one hand, trying to prevent you from seeing her further. But the little girl, Erythiel, was trying to avoid her own father so she could see you.

Here you continue, you are free to follow the story as you wish.