The wicked dragoness who was the mate of bahamut found out about Serip’tillious. A Full of rage at her cheating mate she set out to have the element destroyed. In order to keep her hands clean she had others take care of the dirty work.
One night in the lair of the Serip’tillious, there was an ambush; Warrior drakes managed to take down the element, His son Sagaci’tillious was killed. Ser was taken away and tortured. Words carved into his flesh, branded, and beaten. He was exiled from the race of dragons, and from their homelands. He was told that his family was killed. Hope slipped from the heart of the bastard. Coldness slid into his heart as he was pushed from the lands that he knew. A rage finally boiled over when in hiding, Dragon slayers found him, he killed them without effort, only to realize that they were sent by his previous master, Mortaliant. He didn’t know what to do How could this happen? Those he trusted had turned upon him. And So he took his own life, he was damned, so to hell he went. There in the pits of hell he forged The silencer, A cruel blade with untold powers. He used the sword to escape from hell and begin a trail of bloodshed. Coming to find Mortaliant he killed him, stealing his soul and holding it within that cursed blade. Next he began to destroy all others that betrayed him. He found his mother, Shal’ten. She too fell and was taken within the blade. He moved on from the destruction. Coming to beware he found the reining fire elemental, Kal’rash. A powerful elemental drake. Serip’tillious destroyed him and captured him as well. Blood flowed wherever he went. He took the name of ‘The bastard’ He wore the name with pride as he went about killing anything that displeased him.
These actions got him noticed by a demoness, Black Rose. She befriended the wicked drake. Alliances were formed between the bastard and beware’s dark and powerful. And enemies crept in silently from all sides. Life was a war, and he loved the killing.

And then it all changed. One day while battling a demi-god serip’tillious learned of his father. The unknown demi-god bested the dragon, kneeling beside the battered form of the element, He told him of his father, the dark secret.
His confusion reached a peak. And then to make things more complicated he met a demoness. Trinidad. They were wed, and birthed Pyrena’tillious as well as Raiden’tillious. A demon and a dragon. Serip’tillious told his wife of his father. She was shocked, and filled with a bit of unease. The exiled dragon tried to figure out how any of this made any scents. Until one day he finally met the one who spawned him so long ago. Bahamut set up a meeting with Ser. They spoke and ser was informed of all that he did not know, his being exiled was revoked by the dragon god. And The bastard was sent back out upon the realm. Hate for dragons was strong in him now, any dragon without tillious blood was an enemy and would die by his hands.
But he still held his ground as an elemental, keeping him in the grey rather than the dark side of the world….
For now…

The Demon Argentile, a friend of the bastard’s was now hatching a plan. He had to wait for the opportune time to spring it. And then it came. Serip’s marriage to Trinidad fell to shambles and he was alone again.
Argentile acted now that his niece was out of the picture, launching an attack upon Serip’tillious one night within the castle. They battle for a long time, Argentile could not get the upper hand upon the bastard, so desperate measures were taken. The floor of the castle was turned into a huge vortex, and dragons bane was used to drop the bastard though the portal and back to hell.
There he was poisoned with dragonsbane and Argentile did some surgery. He cut out his black demonic heart and then cut out Serip’tillious draconian heart and replaced it with the heart of a demon. But not just any demon, with the demonic heart of the son of Asmodeus. Blood mixed, the demon and the dragon twisted and battled within him, he nearly died a few times during the struggle. Finally one day, perhaps a week later the two bloods fused within the bastard, a demonic drake was formed.

With his new demonic outlook on the world, the ancients now took it upon themselves to bring the drake back to the right. Over time he felt himself drawn to the stones, and after another meeting with his father he took punishment for his crimes against dragon kind. He was held within the north stone and punished. Then he was released anew. A new dilemma set in, he still had the souls of the 3 ancient dragons imprisoned within his sword. He had but one choice of how to set things right, he released the 3 souls into his own body, though this caused a struggle within that was too great even for the bastard. He went to speak to the ancients, though once he touched the stones; his mind was locked within them, along with all 4 dragon souls.
He wandered the realm, confused, alone, unknowing of who or what he was. That is, until proteus unbound and Mystie tricked him into returning to the stones, his memories returned, along with the 4 souls. The ancients left a mission for him, he had three things her must do before the souls would unite. The first was to show pity on a dragon that deserved death, this quest he completed when he saved Black Dragoness from the clutched of a dragon slayer, despite the face that she was trying to undermine Stonehenge, as well as bringing slayers to the realm. The second was to create a lasting relationship with a dragoness of another alignment, which he accomplished when he began to court the beautiful green dragoness Gaelarah. The third was to defend the race of dragons with no gain for himself. Which he did accomplish when battling the mercenary army in the forest along side his daughter and a goblin army.
When he arrived back in the lands of darkfire, wounded from battling the mercenary army, his quests complete, his body shimmered like nothing anyone had ever seen. The Wicked black dragon took upon the characteristics of the other 3 souls. He was given the white Wings and powerful breast scales of his mother, Shal’ten. He was given the keen eyes of the red dragon, Kal’rash. And he was given the sharp claws and magical resistant scales of Mortaliant.
He was complete…

The battle of darkhenge was sitting upon iffy ground for the bastard. One one hand he was evil, he was a chaos drake now and he belonged with those conspiring the destroy stone henge. On the other hand, the stones had helped him so many times, and the keeper had as well. Throughout the escalating battles that lead to the argument serip was still trying to figure out where he stood, and to make things more complicated, Gaelarah, who was now his mate, was carry his clutch of eggs. He confined her to the castle tillious, not willing to loose another chylde to the hands of mercenaries.
When that faithful night came, the sky filled with dragons. The bastard stood alone, though the 800 foot chaotic hell drake was hardly defenseless. On the horizon he could see black dragoness, B.S. Theurgist and a few others. He was alone, to face this massive army, he didn’t care. Then suddenly the fight moves to mysthaven and the bastard follows, lashing out at anything he doesn’t know. Then he is united with Winged Vengeance, Exabar, Proteus and Mystie. His target is picked though, Theurgist had threatened his mate, and so he must die. The mage and the Drake battled it out for some time, until finally the mage was close enough to Serip'tillious that he just fell upon him. As the drake fell on theurgist, the mage sent a blast into the chest of the bastard, leaving a massive hole in him, but leaving theurgist crushed flat on the ground.
His soul was taken into the blade of the silencer, and his head sit on the mantle of the hell drake’s castle.

With Darkhenge done with, and ser’s clutch about to hatch, things go to shit again. That sword of his I mentioned earlier, was not being used enough, so the souls within it united. They had a goal, if the creator of the sword (Serip'tillious) would not use the sword, and in tern feed it. Then the sword would feed from him. And so it did. The sword began to consume the very essence of the bastard, pulling in his life, screaming into his mind and the minds of anyone near, to use the sword. So the sword could take another victim.
He couldn’t cope much longer, the sword was within his mind and it knew everything. Everything but a small portion of his mind that he kept locked away. He made a plan, a plan to destroy the sword, despite the fact that destroying the sword would in fact end his life.
He needed someone to put up a fight. And so He let Exabar try to prove himself. They met in the arena. And the fight began, though Exabar had no idea why he was fighting, he just wanted to help out the elder dragon. Serip made no move to block attacks, for this was a fight he was meaning to loose, and he would do that. About half way though the fight, serip pulls the cursed sword. And the sword takes over, while Serip’tillious was holding back, the sword did not. The fight continued until finally the sword realized that the body of the bastard had taken too much damage, the sword knew that the drake was a better fighter, so the sword let serip take control of his body and the sword, unsuspecting that this was all in fact planned out.
Once ser has the sword and is in control, he plunges it right though his chest, effectively impaling himself on the cursed blade. The blade as a force of habit tries to absorb that which died on the blade. Though when serip made the blade he left one fail-safe in it, the blade could never absorb him. So as the blade tries to absorb him, he does in fact die there on the arena floor. But as the sword realizes it can’t hold him. He is spit from the sword, back into his body. The sword shatters and sends out a massive explosion.While serip lost perhaps the most powerful sword ever, as well as the ability to hide scars and wounds on his human form. He is alive still, refusing to leave his mate. His mind is his once again. And the bastard lives on…

After the distruction of the silncer, serip vanished for two full years. He returned with the blade that should no longer be. Pulled from the plane of all things lost, he once again claimed the ultimate sword of chaos.
Paranoia set in as echos of dragonslayers found serip's ears. His demon and his dragon took this time to battle within him for control. The demon was winning, a war was waged upon the world itself, serip cared not of friends of allies. Everything would be as blood.
It finally took aid from the Lord of Darkness and his wife to distroy the demon. Serip engaged thelrax and blackrose in combat upon the steps of the Tillious castle. The battle was long and hard. In the end, the demon within serip was banished back to hell for the time of one year. Serip was set to retake his rightful place in his race. As orcs invade the realm, he is given rank of High Commander of Dragon forces. Now blood will flow once more.

Time passed and war brewed within the realm, as did the chaotic corruption that clung to the soul of the bastard. His rage was a weapon not even he could control, leading to mistake after mistake as he carved a path of death in the realm. Fearless and reckless his wrath was spilled onto the innocents of the realm. All ending one day in the village square, while battling with the paladins of the realm, as well as the united and free villages of beware, a rogue arrow struck the chaos elemental in the eye, carving a swath into his mind as it buried itself. Death once more failed to claim the creature of chaos, but the life spared was much less than what was lost. Ten thousand years worth of memories...he wanders the realm now, unknowing of who or what he truly is, simply trying to peace together a past far worse than he will ever understand.