The dragon's harem

Matilda’s eyes opened wide as she looked at the massive golden palace of the Rakshasa. Towering wall of ivory stone and radiant gold, countless domes and towers riddled with siege weapons, and the loud beastial howls filling the air.

Standing guard in front of the golden gates were two tiger people like her, only those two were more beastial with tiger head fur covering their bodies. Each of them held a black spear and started forward with burning malevolence in their eyes. Just looking at their towering golden bodies striped with black onyx made Matilda understand one thing.

Beast people are just an inferior version of the dreadful hunters of hell.

As if sensing her gaze, one of the Rakshasa spoke. “A mortal? How curious, I do smell the sultan on you. Strange.”

Sara walked in front of Matilda and pulled her claw necklace. “We’re on a mission, by the Sultan of the Rakshasa, Lady Maharaja.” She gulped as their gazes grew sharper and their eye burned with evil bloodlust.

It took Sara a second to realise that their bloodlust wasn’t directed at her. Those two tigers were, in fact, excited to hear that Maharaja had a mission. Soon, one of them gasped, “A beautiful hunt awaits. I can smell it, the prey’s fear.”

Even Gamond felt a cold chill running down her spine under their gaze. Those two monsters weren’t something that the mortal world should ever see, and they were just gate guards. Evil and devilish fiends in the form of humanoid beasts, their eyes burn with hunger, thirst, and a disturbing, inhumane intellect.

She can kill one, she can probably kill ten of them with ease. But… she knew those weren’t brawlers, they were hunters. Stalking their prey from the shadows for months, years, even decades, and waiting for that opportunity to spill blood.

If Gamond were a massive mammoth, those Rakshasas were the cunning humans who hunted them to extinction.

^What a vile race.^ Gamond growled in her head. If she found any of those Rakshasas outside, she would kill them at sight. Such dreadful killers shouldn’t be allowed to thrive.

One of the tigers turned and walked inside. Everyone followed him in silence, taking in the dreadfully beautiful city of the Rakshasas. A massive ivory marble city with countless forts and castles behind its walls. The sky strangely turned blue when they walked inside, while it was red outside, the air also felt clearer, and they could even see water filling countless silver ponds.

Water didn’t exist in hell, only gut-ripping acid. Everyone could clearly see the Pit fiends and the seer gulping as the murmur of water. One cup could cost them a fortune here in hell. Lunara found it amusing to see the seer’s mask of indifference crack, albeit only a bit.

Soon, they walked across the main street and noticed something strange. The Rakshasas’ city was built beside two massive craters of fur, each at least several thousand kilometers in diameter and spread into the horizon. The craters were so deep that when the group looked down, they could only see darkness and fog. Horrified by the sight, Matilda asked.

“Those holes… they extend below the layer? Is there something down there?” Her words made the two Rakshasas stop; they looked at her and laughed. “Of course not, those two holes you see are the Sultans beds.”

She froze, “One for the king and the other for the queen?” She could imagine what kind of titanic horror would sleep in such a bed. But what she heard next shook her even more.

“King? What, Hearsy, we’ve got two queens, twins. Like that pale devil of her kind.” He pointed at Sara. Just like how there are two Asmodeus, identical in appearance, there are also two Maharajas. None could even start to comprehend what that means, only the horror of knowing that there is not just one monster of that size, but two of them.

And then Matilda quickly froze again, this time stumbling and falling on her face from shock. Everyone rushed to check on her, but she was dazed, unable to think straight. All she could see was the image of Arad running backward with her in his arms. The woman he was racing, that cheerful black jaguar… wasn’t she Maharaja? One of them?

That was merely a humanoid form, and this is her bed? Such a massive one…. Arad was racing this horror? Backward? No, no, no, no, how come she met Maharaja and is still alive? She trained her for a bit, didn’t she?

Slowly, she started to realise what kind of titanic monster she brushed with, how close she got to death, how close the whole beast land got to destruction. She had growled at Maharaja countless times, thinking she was just a rowdy imposter, and taunted her to go all out, Maharaja had even looked shaken by a few of her insults at the time.

Looking at the massive bed, Matilda realised one thing: all that Maharaja needed to do for the whole beast land and the neighbouring kingdoms to get destroyed was turn into her true form and sit down.

Looking at Matilda’s startled face, the other slowly understood, and the only one who remained unshaken was Sara. She already knew that those who live in the ninth layer of hell aren’t beings that mortals should know about.

The first to speak was Gamond as she turned to the beds, and sweat started dripping across her face. “Wait… I’m several kilometers long as a dragon… How, this bed stretch to the horizon? It’s at least several thousand kilometers wide.”

One of the tigers replied, “Our Sultans’ beds are seven thousand kilometers wide each. Nobody dares ask about their length, but a rough guess would be around ten thousand kilometers without the tail. They are two massive and beautiful black jaguars with onyx fur and Golden eyes.”

The group stared at the two massive craters with terrified faces. What awaited them here in hell shouldn’t be worse.

Soon they were led into the main palace when they learned that both Sultans weren’t in hell. So the next in command received them. Here, they should get the last bit of help they need to brave the dark regions of hell.