If the Red Dragon's head could pour out half a skull's worth of magma, the world would then witness the rise of the most enlightened monarch—the Red Dragon Book. David closed the book, a puff of Dragon Breath turned it to ash, and he whipped himself up a bottle of Fiendfire Elixir. To hell with bloody rationality. I just want to do as I please! This is the story of a Red Dragon rampaging through an alternate world, constantly rewarding itself by embodying the Seven Deadly Sins.