Many of the dead team disapproved of Grian refusing to trap the Dragon Bros, but Scar saw no problem with it. I mean, you'd have to be a fool to think Grian would change his loyalties just like that. It was obvious to see how protective Grian got when the other Bros were brought up in Demise related discussions. Many members of the dead team tried to convince him to trap them, but he remained adamant as to not betray them.

At first Scar had been among them, confused as to why Grian went out of his way to go against the rules he himself had made. But then Scar spied in on a little get together of the group, and suddenly it all clicked.

They hadn't started a cult (as many other Hermits believed), nor had they started a group/team. No, they had started a family.

A family they wouldn't be broken by this little game that was going on. And he meant it, Scar had seen how protective the dead Dragon Bros where of their living members. Hell, Grian downright growled at Ren when he said that the Dragon Bros bunker needed to be trapped (again).

At first Ren had been shocked, and then furious. But he was quickly shut up by the double death glare he was given from False and Grian, plus Grian's growled, "I started this game, and I can damn well end. So you better watch yourself, Grim"

And it was at that point people started to wonder; How had Grian got the game working? It couldn't have been X, Grian never went to him other then to tell him about the game itself. So how did he do it?

Many wondered, yet few knew. The Dragon Bros knew, of course they did, and they were the only ones.

And the truth? Simple really: Grian was a Judge.

Now, what's a Judge? Well, their beings said to have both the power to kill, but also revive. The power to take a life and then give it back. They were also said to be the people who the Grim reapers where based on, but that wouldn't be true. Since the Reapers lead the souls to the realm of the dead, they where no judges of souls.

The Judges on the other hand, were, if your dying they judged if you deserve to live or die. But that only works if it's really not your time to die yet, if this is the last time you'll be alive then so it would be. No one messed with the fate of death, no one.

But as stated before, no one knew except the Bros. And that's how it should have remained.

It didn't.

Something went wrong, horribly wrong. It was during a rather tense server meeting that Tango and Impulse ran in, tears in their eyes and a limp Zedaph in their arms.

"He won't wake up!" sobbed Tango, tears running down his gray cheeks, "He respawned just fine, but he won't wake up! And his pulls is so weak"

Grian immediately ran up to him, quite words in Galactica leaving his mouth in fast sentences. He placed a hand over Zedaph's heart, the usual beating of it quite, almost not even there.

"Get my scepter," said Grian to Bdubs, eyes and hand never leaving Zedaph's limp form, "And hurry, I can't hold him here forever"

The gray scaled (not dead, his scales where just gray) Hermit gave a quick nod before running out of the room, and with a powerful flap of his lean wings where speeding towards the Dragon Bro bunker.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Impulse, voice wavering as he glanced down at his fallen blond teammate.

"He's dying," said Grian simply, no emotion in his voice or on his face. It was blank, an unpainted canvas ready to be filled with emotions.

Silence fell over the group after Grian said those words. But the silence was soon broken by Tango, his loud sobs echoing around the room. He kept whispering "not again", "I can't lose him too" and "he hasn't done anything to deserve this!" Among other things, but that was something that could wait for later.

Grian looked down at the dying Hermit beneath him with a frown, Zedaph was fading, and fast. He looked up hoping to see if Bdubs was back yet, but at Iskall shake of his head his frown deepened. This wasn't good, not at all. He couldn't keep Zedaph alive like this much longer.

Grian looked over at Impulse and Tango, a thought entertaining his head. Maybe he couldn't keep the blond alive, but those two could, "Impulse, Tango, get over here. I need your help"

The two walked up to him slowly, both hesitant, "What do you need us to do?" asked Impulse, choosing to be the one who talked.

Grian looked Tango straight in the eyes as he said, "Hold his soul"

"I can't do that!" gasped Tango, horrified by just the thought of it. Holding a soul was something other demons did, it was horrible. It was something he swore to never do, and now Grian was asking him to do it to one of his closest friends! "I refuse to do that! There must be something else we can do!"

"It's this or he dies," hissed Grian, "I'm not going to force you. I'm just saying what needs to be done to keep him alive long enough so that I can help him"

Tango looked at Zedaph, his mind battling it out for what he should do. It took around a minute for him to make a decision, "I'll do it, for Zedaph. But how can Imp help? He's not a demon,"

Said Hermit nodded along to this, gray face scrunched up in confusion.

"He is apart of your legion," said Grian smoothly. At this he glanced at his own legion, a small smile spreading across his face, "And for a non dragonic to be allowed in a legion, if he knows that or not, it means you must care for him deeply. And nothing can stop an Alpha from protecting his legion, not even genetic boundaries"

Impulse blushed a dark gray at the shorter's words, but he didn't deny it, "Ok, so how do I hold his soul?" seems like Impulse was on board for this, good.

"Just follow Tango's lead and you'll be fine," he then motion for said demon to take Zedaph's soul in his hands, which he did. The soul was a fading yellow, if not dying it was probably a bright golden color.

After shaking himself of the sight of his second blond crush's, you already know who the first blond crush is, soul he quickly followed what Tango was doing, which was just holding the soul gently.

"Great! Now you two hold it there, I have to go do something," chirped Grian. Turning away from the two heading towards the exit, "Iskall you're in charge of the legion whilst I'm gone, and if Bdubs gets back with my scepter make sure only the Bros touches it"

The Swedish man nodded at this, posture straightening out almost by instinct. But Tango and Impulse where not so calm, "Wait, your just going to leave? What about Zed?!"

Grian glanced back at the soul in their hands, a soul that was brighter than when he was keeping it alive, and smiled at the two, "You can handle it. Just don't stop holding his soul, especially you Tango"

And so he left, the quiet flapping of Grian's giant wings being the only thing they heard other the breathing of the alive team.

"What do we do now?" asked Tango, tail gently twitching.

"We wait," answered Impulse, looking down at the soul in his hands.

And so the wait begins.

<<I'm back baby! Woo! Now, I have a few things to say (I know, shocking) first of all is that I'll explain what a legion is, at least in the context of this story. A legion is a group of dragons, tho that sounded boring so I switched it to a legion of dragons instead. Sounds way more cool.

Second is that I, and also mostly everyone else in Sweden, celebrated Christmas on the 24th instead of the 25th, so tomorrow I'll probably do a chapter showing of all of my Christmas presents! I already got two from my cousins since they won't be here for Christmas. So I'm showing you all those two and our tree!

Why don't we have a star? You may ask. Well, I guess dad just a-spire-d to be something else! (I'll show myself out now)

Yeah! Paul Rudd! And yeah! Good movies!

A bird Chrystal puzzle! I really like making these, I already have a cat, a T-Rex and a lion and I hope to get more soon!

Now that's all for now, have a wonderful time everyone!>>