A Chronometric Defect

Aha, my god is providing me with his grand power once again. I know this is like him filling a teacup from a thousand oceans, but I still feel a bit of sadness every time he does it. I feel like I'm making my beloved god weaker.

Yet, I know his intent; I know his action is proper. He MUST do this or else he would not be a dragon. I cannot deny his Will. That would be denying his draconic nature.

It would be denying my own.

I feel my draconic instincts surge up inside of me, cheering on my acceptance of what I am. My last bits of hesitation slip away. Finally, the day I have long awaited. The moment I have dreamed of forever!

I feel a massive wave of draconic instinct crush the last of my insect tendencies. They rip and chew through whatever concerns I might've had hidden deep within.

I AM a dragon! I WILL behave accordingly!

Then, I feel something different. A desire to not only be a dragon. I must go beyond draconic. I must FURTHER my draconic nature. I must reshape my entire being into a form that is uniquely mine. Just like my god and savior:

Chronomet.

He saved me from the weak insect I once was. He made me into the powerful dragon I am now. I seek to not only emulate him, but to impress and inspire him. To show him that, I, too, can set an example for our species. To show EVERY dragon, that simply 'being' a dragon is not enough. We all must become the best version of a dragon that we can possibly imagine.

I must as well. I'm no longer a dragon-inspired insect. I'm an insect-inspired dragon. To the very core and composition of my being. And even that insectoid inspiration is slipping away.

But I require something that can go beyond both. Beyond, perhaps, what a living body should possess.

I think of many things; none of them quite evolutionary. None of them quite sufficient to go beyond 'good enough.' The very phrase a proper dragon should never accept. I do know where it should go, though: my spine. There's so much room back there and nothing useful has been done with it.

As if Chronomet himself answered my desires, I feel my back bulge and deform. Then, two large cylindrical objects emerge from my spinal armor. They shift and morph, forming a box around them, then that box slides into my torso. I suddenly know what they do: they directly ignite Mana for explosive speed.

My god, Chronomet. I clearly know that this is your design. Your Will. The way these 'rockets' function is much too far beyond my comprehension. I don't know how you did it— but I'm glad you did.

With this, I'll become an example for all dragons. Not merely in terms of what I possess, but in terms of who I am. Dragons will see my body and realize that they too can change. It's not only our god who must be powerful.

I— am Dracosect. My existence itself redefines convention!

As well it should.

I look down at the tiny creatures below me. Even Chronomet, at his preferred 50 meter size, is starting to look small. Like I could hold him in my hands. I think back to his grand artwork.

He could hold me on the tip of his smallest claw with ease. Yet, I've received the unfathomably important duty of guarding his side, not hours ago. I feel blessed.

I don't merely revere my god. I adore him. He's my everything. Some may think I'm attracted to him. It's because I am, but not in the way one's attracted to a mate. I'm attracted to him like a moth to a lamp. I'm not an insect anymore, and yet, my fascination toward him has grown faster than my immense body.

That's right.

I wasn't exaggerating when I said my devotion to him has grown as I have. On the contrary, his very being readily consumes my every desire, my every whim, my every goal.

In the past, I may have been afraid.

But I know now that there is nothing to fear. For he, my god, devours even my fear. I have willingly chosen to drift endlessly deeper into his infinite majesty.

I don't just need him; my god Chronomet.

There's no compulsion for my need.

I merely want to need him.

My body, too, agrees.

I must be his.