The dragon's harem

Flying through the kitchen door, Alcott flashed through the hallways like a hurricane, causing more work to the maids than if a storm broke inside. The nebulous magic strings left by the two drakainas fluttered in front of his eyes as he chased them, trying his best to make sure they never escaped his vision.

It was then that something happened. A massive, green talon flew out of one of the doors in the hallway. The sharp claws headed straight for Alcott’s eyes, dripping with enough poison to kill a hundred titans.

Alcott didn’t slow down, even if the claws were already just an inch away from his wide-open eyes.

Green scales and deadly poison, Claug. Alcott had been here for just a fraction of a second, so she must be reacting on instinct, thinking that he was an intruder moving at such a speed through the castle.

Claug’s attack was, and it was already close. Nothing matched a deadly dose of poison straight to the brain through the eyes.

But, what she didn’t know was that she was like a human throwing his hand into a bag filled with rat traps.

Alcott’s arm was already moving up, swinging a bright yellow dagger as his head ducked beneath the claw. The dagger scratched Claug’s talon, and something jolted across her whole body. Alcott grabbed her by the wrist and flipped her back to the ground in one motion as he flew by, leaving her sprawled on the floor and foaming from the mouth.

A green dragon’s body is immune to all poisons, thanks to their nature. Thousands of unimaginably deadly poisons all flow through their veins simultaneously, keeping each other in check. If someone tried to poison a green dragon, those poisons would erase the intruding poison on their ecosystem. It worked the same way as the human’s stomach microbiome.

What Alcott did was cure her of the weakest and most vulnerable of those pillars of poison in her blood, disrupting the balance and causing her to get hit with everyone else in her blood as the ecosystem of poisons collapsed in an instant.

Of course, Claug’s body would produce the poison again and balance itself, but that would take a few seconds at least. But for those few seconds, Alcott had neutralized her.

Why do dragons fear Alcott? Because he knows too much about them, enough to make him their worst enemy. If you gave a dragon a choice between facing Alcott and a lesser god, the dragon would fight the lesser god each time, even if Alcott is technically weaker.

After leaving Claug behind, Alcott followed the strings of magic all the way to the castle’s library and broke the door as he flew inside like a meteor. Inside there, he found a single devil woman sitting in her underwear. All the humans were magically teleported out, and this devil was summoned here by the drakainas to stop him.

Alcott would’ve ignored the devil if he could, but the magic cast inside the library had already been flooded with devil curses, washing away all the tracks.

The devil woman shifted her legs, putting one on another as she studied Alcott for a second. “I was told to kill if I could. Looking at you, that should be quite easy.”

“Is that so? Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t have time to play with you, little pet.” Alcott shifted his weapons again, this time summoning a bright red nodashi and resting it on his shoulder.

“Calling a Devil Lord a pet? I prefer the word contractor.” She jumped down from the table she was sitting on and stretched, “I was hired, not enslaved. I’d say I’m the one benefiting here the most.” She licked her lips, “You could even say I’m scamming them.”

Alcott chuckled, taking a side step, and tapped the sword on his neck. “As I say it, you’re the one getting scammed. They left you to clean their mess, and I’m one tough stain to get rid of.”

“Poor human thinks of himself above everything. I was told you’re good at dealing with dragons, not so much devils. I’m even feeling sorry for you.” She waved her hands, getting ready to start blasting.

Alcott looked at her with a smug smile, “I’m the one sorry for your little ass. I’ll whop you back to hell where you belong.”

She turned around, twerked her butt, and slapped it, “What’s sorry about it? I’ve got this gem from my mother.”

“Really?” Alcott rubbed his chin, “Where does she live? I’d love to go and check for myself. Even if you die here, I can always help make a new one.” He swung the sword down and pointed the top toward the woman, holding the blade with both hands.

After a second of silence, the two exploded with motion, flashing through the library in the blink of an eye. A storm of blades and claws filled the air with violence for three seconds, and then everything fell silent. Only a red portal burned red in the middle of the torn library.

Inside the fourth layer of hell, a burning red portal opened up above the iron city of Cladioa, the place where the Devil Lord that Alcott faced resided. As the devils of the city saw the portal, none gave it any attention as they’d seen their Devil Lord leave earlier. She must’ve returned after finishing whatever luxurious contract someone of her power got.

Inside the castle, the main door opened up, and Alcott strolled inside, dragging the naked and bloodied Devil Lord by the hair, walking casually among all of her retainers.

The devils froze, both terrified and furious. But none of them dared make a move. If someone made it this far, they probably aren’t someone who can be stopped by anyone weaker than the Devil Lord herself. The problem is that said Devil Lord is getting dragged by him, meaning even she couldn’t stop him.

Alcott soon walked into the inner sanctum and kicked a door open. Inside the room was a devil woman dealing with some papers. Her face paled, and she jumped to her feet the moment he walked in. “Who are you!?” She growled.

Alcott lifted the Devil Lord by the hair and showed her to the devil woman, “This is your daughter? She claimed she got her ass from her mother, so I came to check.” He tilted his head and took a look, “She seems to have been right.”

Alcott threw the Devil Lord at her mother’s feet and smiled, “She is alive, but it’ll take her a week or two to wake up. Next time that she starts a fight in my son’s home, I’ll make sure not even hell can resurrect her.” He approached the mother, “But don’t worry, as I told her, I’ll help you make another. So keep her on a tight leash.”

Alcott then turned around and walked back to the portal like nothing had happened.