The dragon's harem

This was the abyss, the horrid and ever-growing cesspit hole where demons are born and where they live. The deeper you go, the viler and degenerate the demons get. While devils are lawful evil, making sure to keep at least a modest amount of order in their ranks, the demons are chaotic evil, nothing is off limits to their corrupted souls.

The mere sight of a demon in Alaric’s layer is enough to drive a man into insanity. Large furry beasts, the ancient wounds of their battle have rotten and are now serving as the bed of countless maggots. Day in and day out, they live by murder and violence. Killing each other is as common as speaking is common for humans, and for the poor souls that end in the abyss, it might be a fate worse than hell itself.

When a powerful human who had reached his peak of power walks into this layer of the abyss, the first thing he’ll notice is the rancid stench of corpses and feces, sewers are like fresh gardens and flowers compared to the disgusting disease-infested air on this shit hole.

The man’s eyes would burn as if he’s been pepper sprayed and each breath would feel as agonizing as if sniffing ash and fire. The human’s stomach would fail to hold any food due to the demonic rot seeping into the man’s mouth. The skin would get irritated in seconds and start swelling up, filling with warts. In minutes, the poor hero would be walking with countless maggots eating his flesh as his poor body succumbs to the deadly diseases.

Humans can’t survive more than ten minutes in this layer without even counting the threat of demons, that how inhospitable this place is. This place is far beyond mortal reach, a rotten wasteland of suffering, horrifying demons, and utter degeneracy. Yet, even this place wasn’t ready for the monster that had laid its claws inside.

Alaric’s aura engulfed the whole layer, he’s the strongest demon on it, its immortal demonic lord. His mere presence is enough to overwhelm ancient dragons, toy with demi-gods, and even stand toe-to-toe with some lesser gods. A large beast looking like the unholy child of every flesh-eating animal all combined into one disgusting monstrosity, with tons of rotting, gaping holes, shark-like teeth, black demonic eyes, and maggots sprinkled across his rabid hide.

That demon lord stood in his place, staring at the man and woman before him. Those two weren’t even fazed by his demonic aura or the vile rot of his layer. Arad and Doma seemed comfortable in this horrid environment, speaking to their inhumane constitution. After violating everyone in his castle who hadn’t even been threatened in the past centuries, they stood there, glaring down at him.

Arad’s face was black, his eyes burning purple as he stood in silence. Doma’s faint smile across her bright red lips and glowing pink eyes stared down at Alaric as if he were nothing but a vile, wild dog, the sadistic nature of her soul was apparent, alluding to how she’d rather torment Alaric and his wife rather than simply killing them.

Arad and Doma didn’t attack first, the two were pissed off, but still, they stood, awaiting for Alaric to make the first move. Dragons are more akin to house cats than any animal, even though they can fly and instantly wipe powerful parties, they stay on the ground and fight, dropping their flight advantage. Even though they can spam their breath, they don’t.

Dragons by nature love to toy with their food, they chase their prey until it falls from exhaustion, and then they’ll eat it alive. Arad wasn’t willing to give Alaric the mercy of a quick death, being able to control his own body and trying to kill his wives had far gone past any point of forgiveness that Arad could tolerate.

Alaric lunged forward at full force, swinging his massive claw at Doma’s head. She looked thin and frail, thanks to her massive amount of mana, it was clear she was a wizard, not a melee fighter. Killing her fist with a swift attack is a priority.

This was a sane strategy if the opponent was normal, but Arad and especially Doma are anything but normal. That truth became apparent as Arad didn’t try to shield her, he knew that she wasn’t the kind of person to get taken down by such an obvious attack. fгeewebnovёl.com

As Alaric’s claw approached Doma’s face, she opened her mouth and bit down, ripping his claws apart with her teeth. She was using a clone of Arad as her body, only changing its appearance thanks to [Virgo]. Even with how thin she looked, she still carried as much physical strength as the seven-foot-and-a-half-tall muscle monster standing at her side. The queen of curses stood proud, the maggots on Alaric’s skin dug deep into his flesh to hide from her mere gaze as she clenched a fist. From her nails, one of the strongest curses she knows sparked black, the infamous curse of immortality. In exchange for true immortality, the person’s sense of pain, hunger, thirst, disgust, discomfort, stress, and all of the negative emotions would increase by several folds. This curse would also stun the target’s growth, preventing them from growing any stronger as an immortal body doesn’t have any reason to grow stronger.

Doma clenched her fist and punched Alaric into his ugly and disgusting excuse of a mug. The curse sunk into his flesh and bones, taking hold tighter than barbed wire in wool. The impact shook the whole castle and sent the demon lord flying outside with a line of blood trailing after him, sending terror into the demons living beneath the castle.

Black flames burned the demon lord’s blood from her hand, leaving her pale skin spotless. She was in fact angrier than Arad for a simple reason, she and Arad had shared the same body for a while; that is her sanctuary. She’ll share him with the other wives, but to have another person, an animal lay a hand on her beloved husband. She’ll curse the abyss to the end of time.

She and Arad approached the massive hole in the wall.

The demons living on that layer were powerful, every one of them amounting to the level of a lycanthropic progenitor. If the weakest of them were to enter the mortal world, it’d be a kingdom-wide, if not a worldwide disaster.

Mundane weapons can’t harm them, they boast extreme regeneration akin to immortality, and their might in battle give them the advantage even when facing small armies. The weakest demon on this layer would eradicate an army of thousands of trained soldiers and several A-rank and S-rank adventurers before finally getting killed. But even after their death, the diseases and rot in their bodies would birth a plague on the world, killing millions of souls in the coming decades.

Those demons, hundreds of thousands of them looked up, saw Arad glaring down at them from the castle, and they shat themselves. Not daring to run away, not even breathing in fear that he might attack. Like small prey suddenly coming face to face with a hungry tiger, they froze in place, terrified that moving an inch would trigger the hungry predator.

Arad jumped out and floated down, landing in the middle of the terrified demons. None of them moved nor breathed. They wished their hearts would stop beating, they feared that faint sound would be enough to bring their doom.

The Arad standing there wasn’t the gentle and docile human that he was in the mortal world. In the abyss where he cared about nothing, and while facing a demon lord who enraged him beyond anything else. Arad wasn’t willing to hold anything back, his aura, presence, and strength were apparent to all, just being in the layer was enough to let all demons there know of the horror that had fallen upon them.

Arad turned toward the castle and reached out with his hand, his fingers penetrating the ancient black stones of its base. Raging gravity magic rushed out from his shoulders as the veins on his arms bulged up.

Doma who stood beside Arad floated up and sat on his wide shoulder, looking back at the demons with a smug smile. They shuddered, knowing what would come isn’t something even

demons imagine.

Before everyone’s eyes, Arad uprooted the whole castle from its roots, supporting it with gravity magic and some barriers so it wouldn’t break. At that moment, several of the demons watching fell dead from fear. Arad had deadlifted two mountains before when he was with Mora, a castle felt as light to him as a melon.

On the horizon, Alaric stood up, his aura shattering the stones he was buried beneath after he got thrown into the desolate wilderness of his layer. As he glared forth, he saw his castle moving, carried by Arad, with a single arm. He had picked the wrong enemy.

As his jaw dropped down, Arad threw the castle at him with tremendous force, ripping the whole ground between them and smacking Alaric even further away.

As half of the demons stood baffled, the other half dead, Arad’s body started shifting and contorting, transforming into his draconic form, but not just any, here he had no reason to hold back. The massive vampiric wyrmwolf stood where the castle once was before, Doma riding on his head. This layer shall know pain.