Page 73 of The Misplaced Warrior

“Everything,” he answered simply. “I can’t find a single thing about you not to like. But I think that’s because you were made for me, like a patch to my soul.”

Gen smiled, nuzzling back into her dragon, enjoying his warmth. “Usually I wouldn’t like such sentimentalities, but right now, it feels good. And thank you. I like everything about you too. You’re like an extension of me so how could I not?”

“You must,” he replied. “And that is the difference between heroes and villains. The first truly loves themselves, whereas the latter truly loathes themselves.”

“You’re right,” she said. “Which is why we must be understanding to the criminals of the world. They’re in pain. They are battling themselves.”

“Indeed,” Emperor said, looking out across the city of twinkling lights. Gen joined him in watching over Los Angeles, both feeling a fierce protection for the place and its people.

They may be compassionate to the evil ones out there, but that didn’t mean they’d allow them to harm the innocent. Gen and Emperor were expertly created to manage the evil of the world. And few knew that this role would be what saved the planet in the end.

Mother Nature knew that maintaining the balance over good and evil was pivotal to the world she’d created. And that’s why she’d appointed a timeless vigilante and the ruler of dragons for the most important job ever.