Then, all at once, Edge let one foot slide off the edge of the metal car, spreading his limbs so that he could feel the wind rushing against his skin. It was divine. Feeling the earth become closer and closer, the hydra took a deep breath in, and smirked as his body turned to dust. The particles gathered once on the ground, forming the tops of his shoes, his waist, the ends of his hair, and his fanciful top hat. The scent of the dragon's left an oily taste in his mouth, and he let his tongue dance over the top of his lips. Feeling two soft thumps behind him, one obviously heavier than the other, the king got to his feet. Flexing his hand, he was ready to turn the villains inside out. Who was absurd enough to get in the way of a clearly less than sane dragon? Now his children. Bumping Sleipnir back, Skylark began to back away, feeling his tail begin to thrash. Intricate grey wings spread of his back, and the by crouched in a defensive stance common in dragons. Lips curling up, the boy exposed his canines to his father. His slender tail tightly wrapped around his broher's leg like a serpent as the dragons began to retreat. This wasn't home, he realized. This wasn't his father. This... this was a monster. And more memories of Edge began to flood through both boy's minds. But these ones... were new. The young man leaned against the booth, grinning smugly. "You say this is called a phonograph?" He mused, the woman behind the table shivering violently as she nodded. "Y-Yes and if I can help you with anything else-" Casually making sure there were no humans arundel to witness the scene, he gave a quick nod to Leo, who, mid-yawn, flashed behind the woman and restrained her, the hard of his claw pressed against the tender veins in her neck. She squealed helplessly. "Now, I'm going to say this once, and if you don't answer correctly the first time, I'll find the rest of you on my own. Where is Ambrosia's cult?!?" The female stammered, "I-I have no idea what you-MMMph!" Covering her mouth with one hand, Beelzebub ran a hand into her stomach, poking a little bit at Leo who was on the other side. As the dragoness spread her wings, the dragon of wrath kicked her head swiftly, causing it to snap off and burst as it collided with a wall. Edge let his underlings trail him, the five of them wolves hunting for their prey. By a theater, Edge stoped and opened the French doors with a wicked grin, with great anticipation. As they entered, they found the dusty room had... nothing. "Sire, there’s nothing-" Swiftly, Beelzebub found his king on top of him whilst he was a mess on the ground. "You dare question me ?!?" He demanded, to which the other hydra bit his tongue and shook his head. Satisfied, the boy jumped off and scampered onto the stage. Seemingly in his own little world, the hydra did a twirl- then violently stomped on the ground! The wood below gave way, and screams rang out below. The other four quickly dove in, digging claws and fangs into the screaming shadow dragons. But some fought valiantly. There was a female grey dragon, and a male that glittered like the moon. The male hid something in a backpack, and Edge quickly swept in and ripped it off his back, straps and all. Alarmed, the dragon began to shift forms, only stopped when Noire let loose a rain of metal scales from her arms. "Stop!" The male yelled as Edge began to open the bundle, only to smirk with delight as the baby mewled. - Charon cuddled closely against Ferrum, meowing. He rubbed their noses togather, reveling in the feeling of their warm skin pressed closely together. Their captor was gone, so only the two of them remained on the fluffy bed.