The dragon's harem

Arad flailed his arm as he walked sideways with a faint smile on his face. “Of course, I’m sure. I usually don’t take judgment into my hands since that’s hell’s job, but you don’t belong to this world.” His muscles started slowly expanding as he looked at the longsword in his hand with a grin.

Arad then spoke, his voice deeper than ever before, his words coming out in the dragons’ language. Loud, harsh, and deep enough to rattle the vast chamber the two were locked in.

“Lives Broken, souls stolen. Violated the living, insulted the dead. You don’t even care how many tears the mortals have shed.”

“You can’t give back what you took. Revenge won’t ever fix what broke.”

“Your blood will be shed, and your existence will come to an end.”

Arad pointed his sword forward, and she jolted back into her feet, throwing her arms forward and growing claws of lava.

As the two stared at each other for a second, a small bubble formed on the lava surface in the small pool in front of Damnation. When that bubble popped, the two burst into movement.

Arad seemed to be faster at the start, flying at Damnation at a blinding speed and with a deadly swing of his blade.

Damnation lifted her arm and enchanted it with countless layers of lava to deflect the swing. But when Arad’s sword touched her arm, it slipped through undisturbed, slashing it like a hot knife through butter. It was then followed by a blinding flash, and the wound exploded into a fiery blast of energy.

Damnation was already far away, having discarded her arm the moment Arad’s sword started slashing. She looked at the explosion with a frown. He cut matter itself, the atoms of her arm, and caused them to explode. That obsidian blade he is carrying isn’t a normal sword. It is a void saber.

She growled, “Listen! I’m serious. There isn’t an abomination that would want to fight you. If you let me leave, I’ll never return.”

Arad chuckled, “Sure, I’ll let you leave if you manage to return all of those who died and erase their suffering from existence.” He leisurely walked toward her, his wide arms hulking forward as he tapped the back of his sword on his shoulder.

“The only thing I know is that I can’t do that. But if you let me leave, no one else would have to suffer.” She said as her arm regenerated in the blink of an eye.

“It’ll be the same when I kill you, so I’ll go with NO.” Arad flew at her in a storm of attacks. Damnation did her best to dodge his attacks and run away to buy herself time. She knew that defeating him wasn’t an option. As things were going, it was inevitable that she would end up destroyed by him.

Damnation’s only hope now was to figure out something that would force him to spare her life. She didn’t even have time to think about how he made it here or where he came from.

“Listen! I’m really good with my mouth!” She dodged a slash that was directed at her throat, slipped between Arad’s massive thighs, and burst running away.

“Really? You talk a lot, but nothing good comes out.” Arad turned around and chased her around the room, slashing at her back whenever he managed to get close enough.

“You know what I’m talking about! Stop pretending that you don’t!” She suddenly turned around, dodged his sword, and threw a punch at his chest.

When her fist touched his chest, it exploded in a massive crimson rose of lava, sending him flying back with several shockwaves.

When Arad reached the wall, he landed on it with his feet and jumped back at Damnation immediately.

She had changed her strategy from running away to fighting. Maybe damaging Arad would crack this spatial lock that he cast on the area around them and allow her to teleport away.

Damnation had to dodge Arad’s sword no matter what. That blade wasn’t something that she could endure many hits from, but that was quite easy to do. What scared her the most was that Arad still didn’t look to be taking this fight seriously. He was planning something.

With each second passing, the speed at which the two moved increased, and the shockwaves of their battle grew more violent. Even the Titans on the surface of the lava pool felt it. What started as a faint rumble had turned into earthquakes.

Arad fell from the ceiling and landed on his feet. Damnation, on the other, stood from the ground, far shorter than him as they stood merely a quarter of a meter away from each other.

Arad glared down at her, his eyes wide open, the veins on his great muscles pulsing with blood, and his magic seeping out of his skin like black tar. The air around him shook and vibrated, reality itself shuddering at the touch of his skin. The two were in their humanoid forms, Arad just over three meters tall and Damnation around two meters, but he looked bigger, fell bigger, towering over her like an ancient mountain.

Damnation, on the other hand, was wearing Vulkan’s body. She, too, had a frown on her face, lava dripping on her naked body like beads of sweat. Her nails grew longer to form into red claws, and her eyes looked down at Arad’s feet. She knew that looking at his eyes was dangerous. She didn’t even want to be here or fight him. Her mind was filled with fear, awe, and regret.

The abominations, unlike the living of the world, didn’t have any morals to speak about. The only thing they cared about was getting to live in the universe. Nyar promised them that, and that is why they follow him. It wasn’t that they didn’t have a sense of loyalty. They could even understand that feeling if they wanted.

The one standing in front of her could grant her the right to live in the world, and if he did, she would be more than happy to follow him. Of course, killing him would achieve the same thing, allowing Nyar to win the war.

But now she had a problem. She can’t do either. Killing him was a tall ask, and he even refused to let her submit to him. She was stuck between the hammer and anvil, unable to endure neither.

What could she do?