The Last Prank

A faint blue light pulsed throughout the chamber, giving everything a gloomy feel. Jet was seated watching Su'Nat as he entered, a glass of ruby fluid in her pale hand. She smiled at him and said, "He insisted on seeing you. Said he had some news for you."
From behind a faintly glowing sphere Sivarn, once a god, but always a Rakdos chuckled. "Jet has been kind enough to let me collect some of my favorite pieces from the Under City. i came upon something I thought I had lost. It will be most interesting to you."
Su'Nat glanced to Jet, who nodded, "He's been a good little devil. A bit annoying with his endless attempts to sway me to the chaotic side, but mostly he's been cooperative."
"You can't blame a devil for trying to share the good works of Rakdos can you?" Sivarn returned.
Jet shrugged, "He did find something odd. Dragon related, and from another world."
"A very unique world, where dragons are revered and hold sway over entire kingdoms. And the magic they hold, oh it is truly something special," Sivarn gestured to a stone tablet on a desk nearby. "Come take a look Su'Nat. You are one of my favorites, and I just had to give you something interesting before Jet decides to send me back to the hells."
"It is only a matter of time before I lose patience with his prattling," Jet said and stood up to accompany Su'Nat to the tablet. The stone tablet was inscribed with a unique script. Something about the writing felt familiar to Su'Nat, it resonated with him at a deeper level.
"Good old Nivudath brought some building pieces with him the last time he tore through the multiverse. This chunk came from a world called Reluria. And this is written in an ancient language - one based on dragon tongue."
Su'nat knew Draconic and this wasn't it, but there were similarities. An image of a huge golden dragon under the sun and a silver one under the moon were painted on the stone.
"You can feel it, right?" Jet said next to Su'Nat. "There is powerful magic here, something every old. Can you understand any of it?"
Su'Nat focused on the script, and at times he could almost grasp words and phrases - almost instinctively. But they would slip away if he tried to focus on them. It was dream like... it felt like more Rakdos bullshit.
Su'Nat turned to face Sivarn who was smiling that evil bemused grin. "Imagine a world where dragons roam free, and those what meet them worship them. And those touched by dragons are considered demi-gods, worthy of being rulers. Imagine being called God King Su'Nat." Sivarn laughed, a hideous sound in the protective sphere.
"I'm imagining you shutting up," Su'Nat replied.
Jet turned to Su'Nat and said, "I feel this tablet reacting to you magically. It does seem to have some kind of tie to your dragon aspect. Why don't you give it a little firebolt and see what happens."
Su'nat smirked, "Are you serious?"
"I am. Sivarn has pointed me to other artifacts from this Reluria. They are ancient and have a unique form of magic to them. Some of them are quite potent, and could help our House obtain new magical secrets. This may be the key to something else, something with the power no other dragon may even conceive of. Think of having knowledge that even Niv-Mizzet lacks."
Su'Nat had to admit that would be the perfect thing to get the great dragon's attention. The creature prided itself on knowledge. It would do just about anything to obtain something like this.
"Fuck," Su'Nat whispered. "You know me too well Jet."
Sivarn chuckled again.
Su'Nat prepared his cantrip, flipped off Sivarn and then cast it at the tablet.
The blast struck the stone, and it flared with a twisting red flame entwined with black energy - Rakdos magic!
Su'Nat heard Jet's curse drowned out by Sivarn's arrogant voice "Enjoy the fresh hell that awaits you little man. I always get the last laugh."
The darkness swept over Su'Nat pushing away the red crimson flames. Su'Nat felt his body being forced in multiple directions at once. It was almost as if he was being torn apart. Was Jet trying to stop the spell? If so, she must have failed against the demon, because one pull overcame the other. Su'Nat was jerked up and back. Gravity ceased to function and the darkness was absolute.
All of his senses went crazy - except for sight. He saw nothing. But he heard the world tearing, smelled colors and felt his skin being turned into a fluid. He tried to speak, but his voice was grabbed and pulled out into a scream. For a brief moment he saw the faces of his companions, the ones that helped him fight Sivarn and defeat him. Wolfgang, Thana, Kallan, Marine - he would never see them again.
Then his body slammed into the ground, hard and dark. Su'Nat waited a moment. He was alive, breathing - but damn did he hurt all over. He rolled onto his back and was staring up at a moon that was shifting from white to red. The stars were alien. Su'Nat tired to pull himself up, but at that moment his hands started to glow with magic. He was casting fireball - and not even trying to.
He willed it to stop. It didn't, it increased in power. This was going to be a massive blast. Su'Nat tried to angle it away, but his hands refused to respond. The power rose to its peak and then erupted forth.
For a moment Su'Nat was proud at the massive explosion that sent his body hurtling through the air. But the smell of his own burning flesh tempered that a bit. Everything went dark.
He awoke to a voice with very proper diction speaking in a strange language. He was able to turn his head. He was at a camp site, had been bandaged up and even magically healed. There was a bitter taste in his mouth. And there was a little metal dragon sitting in front of his head chattering away in an odd language.
"Is this a joke?" Su'Nat asked.
The little dragon cocked its head and then spoke again, another odd language with long vowel sounds harsh consonants.
"I have no clue what you are trying to tell me," Su'Nat said.
The little dragon looked to someone behind him and prattled in that first strange language. Then it looked at him and said in oddly accented elvish, "How about this? Do you understand this language?"
"You don't look like an elf," Su'Nat said.
"Ah! Good." the little mechanical dragon said. "Captain, I'm pleased to inform you that his young man is able to speak some elvish. We are in luck."
From behind him a voice said, "Don't talk too much. You were burned pretty bad, and that potion only healed you a little bit. You need rest."
"And you need to introduce yourself first Captain," the little dragon said putting his wingtips on his hips in a strange mimicry of scolding.
"Where the fuck am I?" Su'Nat asked.
"Such language!" the dragon gasped. " Trust a human to use elven curse words before we even do proper introductions."
"You are in the Shadow Realm. You are far from Reluria. In fact, you will probably never see it again," the voice behind him said.
"Now now Captain. You can't go dropping such depressing facts on him when he first wakes up. He needs time to recover and we still haven't had introductions yet. This is all quite irregular," the mechanical dragon fussed.
A figure stepped in front of Su'Nat and all he focused on was her elven features in bone white flesh and eyes that glittered like perfect rubies, "I am Captain Holilo, the little guy is Kairos, and you are in the Shadow Realm. It is safe to say, you are fucked."