You lived as a Human Dragon back in the 1800's, you were unfortunately 'Slaughtered' in a place which is called 'Silent Hill' as other mortal nobles had tried to kill you, because to them you were more than a dragon— You were a murderer to them, All because you were a powerful creature— A dragon.

And after a few thousands of years, other mortal nobles had successfully revived a 9 tailed human fox, in short— A Kitsune.

Because of you being an Urban, You werent dead, you were put in a long deep sleep since the mortals which had targeted you had no knowledge of urbans not being able to die, and no knowledge that urbans can only be put in a temporary sleep until another urban saves or awake them from their deep, temporary slumber(in this au).

"It is time for you to arise from your dearest slumber, My beloved Wyrm. Is there not a part of you that hungers for rightful vengeance? "

A soft voice echoed in your head— It felt cold and eery as you took those words in, they were right. You wanted to serve yourself the rightful vengeance to those nobles whom betrayed you— A Wyrm, who had done nothing but serve justice for your people, done nothing than protect your people.