The dragon's harem

Arad and Gojo stood inside the strategy room, both of them looking at the eerie map.

Arad wore his black armor, standing ready to tank a lot of damage and stall for time. He’ll need to make sure their encounter with Alexander lasts as long as they need to exhaust him. And he must never think of this as a fight or a battle. If he did, he’d just be feeding the god more power.

Gojo didn’t look that worried in his fancy white robe made from the woven silky hair of ancient yeties. The stunning robe was made especially for him by the best hands in his kingdom, using the rarest materials he could find, those that could empower his magic.

The fabric was brined in pure mana water, and the golden decorations are, in fact, woven from Lucy’s blond hair. Even the red roses embroidered on the sleeves and neck collar were painted in that color using his blood mixed with Lucy’s divine blood.

All of Gojo’s clothes were made to be hungry, to consume his mana at a rapid rate and enchant his spells over their limit by a lot, allowing each crossing of threads to act as another spellcasting source.

Of course, this robe also held a hint of Lucy’s wild magic, giving it the curse of randomly spitting powerful magical effects out of nowhere to cause chaos. It wasn’t something safe that he could wear daily without causing a disaster.

If Alexander died in a random burst of wild magic, then it’ll be just an accident, not a war or a fight.

“Are you ready?” Gojo said with a smile, “Once we’re there, you’ll have to follow the plan as best as you can.”

Arad smiled and reached toward the man, “Of course I can. You’re the one who should be careful.”

The two were born a year apart, with Gojo being the older one. But the more time passes, the more meaningless that time gap would become. When Gojo was a year old and Arad a month old, it was like living twelve times longer than his sibling.

Now, a year later, it was like living just twice longer, and that gap would keep getting smaller and smaller, bringing the two brothers closer and closer in power.

Gojo waved his hand over the man, and the two of them got pulled into the sealed world, finding themselves standing on the peak of an ashen mountain, surrounded by searing heat and smoke. The world still didn’t cool down from Arad’s fight, and it didn’t take Alexander a fraction of a second to notice them.

Gojo smiled, pointing a finger forward, “He is coming, get ready.”

The smoke disappeared, the mountain evaporated, and Alexander’s burning fist was an inch away from Gojo’s burning blue eyes.

A divine blast carried by the fist of a god. It carried enough power to rip the mortal world apart, something that Yog would’ve immediately erased Alexander for if he were in the mortal world.

As a connoisseur of magic, Gojo wanted nothing more than to give Alexander the punishment he deserved, but he shouldn’t do that now.

With even flinching, Gojo side-stepped Alexander’s punch and lifted two fingers.

It was time to give Alexander a blessing; it was time to offer him a gift of knowledge that he didn’t ask for. Gojo is a wizard, one more accomplished than most, who caught the eyes of the goddess of magic. Yog’s million eyes watched over him, and thus, the goddess could hear the whispers of his magic.

[Elemental Expansion]

The sealed world crumbled, fading away into the vast emptiness of Gojo’s expansion.

[Forbidden Knowledge From Behind The Gate]

The stars of Gojo’s void turned into glaring eyes, the void slithered around like black tentacles of tar, and eldritch nightmares. Painting a whole reality directly into the minds of those who looked, forcing them to see what they shouldn’t see.

Alexander froze in place like a statue, drooling as his mind burned with what he saw. His consciousness split into two parts: Alexander, the divine god of war, and the abominable horror he had become after being infected.

Alexander cursed in rage, swearing to one day rip Nyar’s head off and feed it to the pigs, while the abominable horror, punched down, trying to take back control, devestated and terrfied upon realising he isn’t a real abomination and just an expandable, failed sucide bomber that couldn’t infect the other gods.

But that wasn’t enough, Gojo wanted to beat Alexander’s mind down, to knock him out so badly that all the wars in the world would stop for a second. He dug deeper and deeper, walking past the gate and pulling at the strings of Alexander’s past and future while Yog whispered in his ears, describing everything and anything he touched with details directly into his mind.

His goal was simple: to find more truths that Alexander wasn’t supposed to know, and shove them into his brain to kill his sense of self, which should cause the portfolios to abandon him.

What Gojo found was centuries of slow manipulation by Nyar from the shadows.

How that monster got close to Alexander, how he managed to infect him without anyone knowing, and why Yog never bothered to warn anyone, despite the fact that she knew of everything.

The first thing Gojo showed to Alexander was his future, dead, abandoned by all once his soul crumbled into the abominable abyss. The one standing beside his corpse was neither Arad nor Gojo, but Alexander’s wife, looking at him with dark, dead eyes.

This was a surprise to Gojo. He didn’t expect Alexander to survive today’s encounter, but it seems he would. Anyone else would’ve thrown the fight right then when he knew they won’t win, but Gojo was already used to dealing with Yog’s forbidden knowledge, and would fight pretending that he didn’t see anything.

The second truth Gojo found and showed to Alexander was, once again, his wife, getting dissected on Yog’s lab table while screaming. From her womb, Yog pulled an abominable fetus and threw it in a large lab tube. She then looked up and smiled, “Yoo, Alex-boy, you seeing this? Told you, didn’t I?”

Then, from the threads dancing behind the gate, Gojo pulled on a large rope and pulled something buried deep into Alexander’s past. The day he first met his wife on the frontlines of the war, and how he got orders to execute her immediately.

“Don’t you love it? When things play right into your hands?” Yog’s voice rang inside Gojo’s head, “I’m going to blind and deafen you now. There are a few things that you shouldn’t know there.”