The dragon's harem

As Mira was looking at the chickens, a nun wearing plate armor emerged from one of the shadows. “Milady, a necromancer with an army of ghouls and zombified giants is moving onto the swamp from the far south. We suspect him to be planning to build a base there.” The nun kneeled down.

“I appreciate you always coming to me, but I’m not a fighter.” Mira slowly turned back and sat down, looking at the nun in the eyes. “Eris is handling those stuff while Arad is out.”

“We already know that. But we still must inform you. Of course, Zia had gone to inform Eris and she’ll decide if we need to deal with the necromancer or leave him alone.” The nun lowered her head even lower, “Sorry Milady, but I can’t lift my head above our divines.”

“Come on… you’re always like this…” Mira sighed.

On the other side of the university, Eris was walking toward her classes when a voice called her. Zia, the vampire was standing in the shadows of a tree, wearing a whole nun robe with her face covered with a black veil.

“Milady Eris, a necromancer, and his troop of ghouls and zombified giants and monsters are moving into the swam. The black dragon Zul is still sick so I doubt she’ll be able to kick him out. What should we do.” She kneeled down.

“Stand up!” Eris gasped and rushed to make her stand, “You’ll get me in trouble acting like this in public.” Eris shook her and then looked around, “Lucky not many people saw that.” She sighed.

“We’ve gone to ask Zul, but she’s asleep.” Zia kept talking as if nothing happened. “With our Lord Arad absent, you’re the one to command the holy night crusaders.”

“Necromancers are dangerous, especially if he has ghouls, that means he’s been regularly raiding villages to bolster his army.” Eris scratched her head, “We can’t leave him alone.” Zia immediately pulled out a small notebook and started writing. “Necromancers who raid villages for ghouls, they shall be punished.” She smiled, “I wrote it down.”

“What are you doing?” Eris grabbed her by the head, “I’ll throw you in the sun.”

“AW! AW! Milady… I’m only writing our holy scripture. We can’t go without doctrine for too long.” She shook her head with a large smile.

“Please don’t… You’re just picking random words I say and writing them down. Those can’t be good in the long term.” Eris grabbed Zia’s with more strength. “I’m just a demi-goddess, and so is Mira. Arad isn’t even a god, is it really okay for you to form a church? Of vampires nonetheless?”

“Our lord Arad might not be a god, but to us he is. We’re his spawns, born from his blood to serve for all eternity. After Vlad’s death, he’s the only one we serve.” Zia replied, “You and Mira are demi-goddess, you need worshippers to grow stronger. I agree that our Lord Arad doesn’t need us, but we aren’t worshipping him for power or anything. He’s our lord, and we’re doing what we want.”

Eris dropped her, “Fine, do what you want…I do have you to thank for the divine power I got before.”

When Eris gained a large amount of divine power from Arad, most of it came from the vampires inside him worshipping her, murdering each other in a bloody ritual to grant her power. They are vampires so beheading and cutting themselves in half didn’t kill them, but it was still painful.

“Do what you want.” Eris sighed, “But take them with you. They’ve been following me for days now.” She looked to the side and saw a bunch of large men and women clad in thick steel armor staring at her from the university’s gate, even though the guards told them.

She waved her hand and the guards sighed, “You can go in.” He said with a smile, his red eyes and fangs apparent. He is one of Arad’s spawns who got a job at the gate thanks to Betty, all just to keep those men outside without causing a huge problem.

The armored men and women rushed toward Eris, but the moment they were about to kneel, she growled at her, “Don’t. I’ll kill you all.”

They paused and looked at her, “Our goddess, we want to serve you. After saving us, and pushing our kingdom into salvation and a better path, we seek to spread your name and influence across the lands, so many more people can be blessed as we were.” The largest man of them all said, he was almost six foot and a half tall, muscular, and looked like a slightly smaller version of Arad, but with blond hair and brown eyes.

Those were the paladins of murder, the people that Pin gathered for Eris behind her back. It seems that they turned into religious zealots in just a few days, exhibiting some fanatic tendencies toward Eris, worshipping her and believing that she alone could save the world as she did their kingdom.

Zia and the vampire nuns on the other hand don’t hold Eris that high, to them it was Arad who should stand in that spot, and so they sometimes disagree with those paladins.

“By our swords and blood, we shall spread the name of our savor, lady Eris all through the foolish lands. The dark age of ignorance shall come to an end, and under the purple light of her sun we find salvation.” The man said, glaring at Zia, “I saw our lady, grab you by the head. You aren’t on some HERESY!” He pulled his sword.

Eris sighed, “For Amaterasu’s sake…Go kill the necromance before he causes trouble and get along.” She turned to leave. “I don’t want to hear of you fighting.”

The paladins and Zia looked at each other, “It seems I must work with you.” The paladin said with a smile. “Our lady’s words bring truth. Their hardship is only meant to wash our sins.”

“Let’s go.” Zia waved her hand, “The church is ready.”

The paladin smiled, “That’s the only thing I like about you.” He followed her with everyone else.

At the edge of the swamp, the necromancer used his magic to scout the area and determined it was clear, that only monsters lived there. The current dragon ruling this place was quiet for a long time, so he’s expecting it to be hibernating. This is the perfect location to set a temporary base for a few decades.

“Secure the area, we’ll get fresh corpses and skeletons from Croc’s graveyard, we’ll hunt people if we needed.” He waved his hand and the army of ghouls started marching, “Careful of the muddy water, use logs and stones to pass. We’ll set up in the center of the swamp and

start a new age.”

When necromancers’ armies grow too big, they usually shift from mana signals to words for control, it’s easier to command them like this.

As the ghouls advanced, they suddenly got an order from the necromancer to stop. He had spotted something flying in the sky. Zia was there, and she lifted her hand up toward the blazing sun. [Blood Magic: Vampire Gift]

Higher vampires can grant those weaker than them spells and power to use, as long as they drank their blood. It’s the reason why Arad’s vampire can punch with his energy, but this time, Zia had sipped the blood of another person, Eris.

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From Zia’s hand, a massive purple sun flew out and blotted the sun, painting the swim in a reddish-purple glow.

The army of death halted in terror, and soon their mouths dropped agape as a massive steel church fell from the sky, quaking the swamp as it crushed several tens of ghouls.

“What’s going on?” the necromancer gasped, and Zia started singing holy tunes from above the clouds as a band of nuns followed her. Flying vampire priests infused the clouds with holy magic and forced them to rain down holy water as the church’s doors opened.

A massive armored carriage carrying a large pipe organ raced out with nuns operating to buff everyone. And behind them, the paladins of murder charged forth with their blades sparking with divine magic. “Spread our lady’s name with your blades!” One of them shouted.

“Murder them twice! Efficiency!” Another cried, “The genius of our goddess knows no bounds, kill them once, and when they become undead kill them for a second time for more murder.” He was serious, swinging his blade with tears gushing out of his eyes.

From behind the paladins, the army of vampire nuns and priests rushed out holding muskets and flintlock guns, shooting pellets forged by Mira in a forge of Eris’s flames and cooled in their lord’s blood. One shot is enough to kill a ghoul.

Besides guns, those nuns were fond of using fire to burn anything in their path, ripping heads, and impaling people as a tribute to their gods.

While the necromancer had an army of a couple of thousands of undead, Eris had a few dozen paladins and a couple of tens of thousands of vampire nuns and priests all armed to the teeth, charging forth like a wave of blood and holy murder.

The poor necromancer ended up as the first human sacrifice to Eris that she knew of before it happened. The paladins held him still as the vampire nuns skewered him from the butt to the neck with a still pole and drained him of all blood upon a sea of his dead ghouls. “Now that’s a piece of art.” The head of the murder paladins smiled, “I’m sure our lady would appreciate such an offering.”

“I know, right?” Zia stared at the dead necromancer with a grin.

“You might not be so bad after all. Care to worship our lady?” He stared at her.

“Lord Arad is our god, she’s second.” Zia replied with a growl.

“Now that’s heresy…but I’ll overlook it for now.” The paladin giggled.