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It was sometime in the afternoon in England, when the shadow of a scaled behemoth enshrouded the streets of downtown London. Firroth took steps as he towered over the tinies and struck fear in their hearts. He crushed a couple of people trying to run without noticing or caring, you could hear the sounds of their bones cracking as his giant talons squashed them, and their pathetic cries of pain. They were reduced to nothing but red dots on the streets and sidewalk. He grinned as he towered over a group of around five people who were all cowering in fear. Smoke came out of his nostrils as he chuckled and grabbed the crowd of people foolish enough not to run.

"Please... don't eat us! Sir?"

"Hahaha! You can best serve your new master by tasting good" Firroth said in his deep voice.

All five of them screamed as he shoved them into his drooling dragon maw, one of them had their legs dangling out, Firroth slurped them back in with his pointy, wet dragon tongue. His throat bulged as he swallowed them, a bit of drool ran down his chin.

Conveniently, he found not one, but two red buses full of passengers. People gathering in small places to make them easier to eat is something Firroth is a big fan of. The black beast squatted down and picked up both of them. He tore open the back of one of the buses and dumped every single passenger into his maw as they all screamed in horror. The passengers from the second bus could be heard panicking and wailing in terror as they knew what fate beheld them.

Ebony claws with tips like steel daggers tore at the back of the contraption, and made a loud creaking sound as everyone on board was crying, screaming, and praying for mercy as they were on board. The black dragon's maw expanded wide open and drooled as poured all the tasty morsels into it and swallowed them.

Firroth belched as he smashed his chubby belly against a building to demolish it. The pressure from the building on his stomach made him let it out more violently. His beastly burp shattered a couple of windows, people nearby could hear their ears ringing and stumbled around in shock. The black dragon's eyes shifted towards the aching fools and he grinned. He squatted down and picked some of them up with his claws, and tossed them into his vigorously drooling maw as they shouted in horror, he gulped them down and put them out of their misery.

Firroth let out another burp, which cracked many car windows. His ruby red eyes shifted as he wore a delightful smile and licked his draconic chops. He got up, and began to stomp down the streets of the city.

"It's a rather busy day on the streets of London, a

horrible, horrible situation this is, we can not even begin to count how many lives we have lost. All we can say is, take cover preferably somewhere underground." A news reporter in a helicopter with a headset said. A bit of smoke appeared behind him. Metal and concrete being obliterated, and screams of the dying could be heard on the tv broadcast. The TV reporter heard a loud belch and his eyes opened wide in confusion. "Well, it's time for our commercial break, we'll be right back."

The black scaled behemoth stomped his way down the busy street of London. The metropolis could be felt vibrating where the dragon was near. His feet smelled of warm dragon musk. Dozens of cars were squashed, and hundreds of civilians were turned into red dots on the street. The talons on his feet slashed through their moving metallic contraptions. Dozens of people were cut in half at the waste, decapitated, and lost limbs as the dragon's talons cut through them like the mince meat they were.

The fat ebony scaled giant squatted down in front of the parliament building, and examined what a wonderful and beautifully crafted building it was.

"You see that, holy shit!" One guard said. "I'm getting the fuck out of here!" "Sa-same!! Oh my I'm way too young to die like this!" They breathed heavily as they ran trying to flee, but a few measly moments later an ebony claw with nails like swords scooped them from the grass they ran on, they screamed, and then whimpered as Firroth had them in his clutches.

Firroth tore down the wall of the prime minister's office with his gigantic ebony claw. The prime minister was standing there shivering, with his eyes wide open, and his teeth clenched.

"Please, please have mercy on me." The prime minister said.

"I'm the ruler of this country now, you puny weakling!" Firroth said in his baritone voice.

"N-no, you can't! I-I was d-democratically elected, you nasty brute!" the politician responded.

Firroth snatched the terrified politician with his claw and along with the two guards he grabbed, shoved them into his vigorously drooling maw, and gulped them down.

Firroth sat his fat ass down on a section of the parliament building that was not completely ruined, creating a few cracks in it. He let out a satisfied, baritone sounding belch.