The dragon dropped to his side as the pain slammed into him, his mouth open in a silent scream as he started thrashing. It actually beat out the pain of being dissected alive.<br/><br/>He had no idea how long the pain lasted, only that everything hurt, even things that shouldn't be able to hurt. By the first shard, even his horn hurt, and that crystal hadn't ever even been a part of something living before it was grafted onto his head.<br/><br/>Once Devageua could think again, he sent a wordless whine of pain to Talia, before controlling himself.<em>I think... that was appropriate punishment for my disrespect. That anyone else felt is why I am going to shred his essence and eat part of it. I hear you Talia. City torn. The three of us are returning as soon as I can move without blacking out.</em><br/><br/>He became vaguely aware that someone was casting a healing spell on him, and that he was lying in a fairly large puddle of his own blood, his claws having dug deep into his body as he thrashed. A few minutes later, Devaguea could sit up, and his brain was working, somewhat at least, when he turned to Nyrissa. "My lady fair, is there a rule against Fey ruling mortals and their lands?"<br/><br/>His thought process was a bit... fuzzy, but he had thought about wishing the pain onto the Lantern King, and then remembered his wording of the curse. He had specifically mentioned that by CLAIMING them, he had become bound to them, so that pain of the land became his pain. So, by combining those two thoughts, he came up with the idea of naming the Lantern King the leader of the lands and abdicating the throne to him. If there was a Rule against Fey ruling mortals and their lands, the Rules might even strip him of power, giving the group time to slap those three masks on him. And the chalice, full of the anguish and agony of the mortals forsworn, would likely be able to do SOMETHING to the Lantern King if they freed them from the chalice.