The dragon's harem

One angel after another, Arad silently stalked each one and swallowed them whole from the darkness, leaving them no chance of fighting back.

Diana had only trained Arad for a while. But he had found himself having to use all of that knowledge against a whole army of powerful angels, sneaking through the lightless void and hunting them one after another like he was a night predator.

The more Arad hunted, the easier it became to move around, but the harder it became to strike individual angels as they were slowly coming to notice that magic might be at work. It won’t take them long to notice the time slowing spell, but Arad should’ve hunted them all by that time.

Arad’s problem wasn’t winning in a direct fight, but the concept of starting that fight. Alexander was the god of war, fighting, and violence. To avoid giving him or his angels any power, Arad must first not start a war by alerting the whole angel army. That was relatively easy to do as long as he made sure none of the angels could alert the others.

The second thing was not starting a fight, meaning that he couldn’t let the angels fight him back. Not exactly fair, but they should’ve picked a god with an easier portfolio to counter.

It was quite terrifying. One of the angels long since boasted of having enough physical might and durability to throw mountains and endure a direct hit from abominations that would kill lesser gods with a single tap. But then she was alone in the lightless void, and Arad’s arms wrapped around her like the jaws of a vice.

Normally, she would’ve ripped the arms of anyone who grabbed her like that, but once she tried, she couldn’t even move a muscle. Waiting there as he sucked her blood dry was all she could.

The angels fell silently, one after another, and the army dwindled without anyone noticing the change until it was too late, and the last of them fell hours later.

Inside Arad’s soul, the vast army of thousands of angels had filled the void, all of them prostrating themselves in the direction of his soul, resting, awaiting their orders like the radiant stars of the night sky. Unlike the vampires who moved around, had several churches inside Arad’s stomach, and were constantly working on something, the angels didn’t do much.

They were just there, burning with power, silently existing and only stirring when whisps of Kali’s magic would brush against them. The vampires wanted to get them to move, but none dared approach such a massive army where each angel had the power to cause enough chaos to burn a kingdom to the ground.

Outside, Arad had just finished cleaning Alexander’s whole army and was getting ready to tackle the god himself. He would want to finish Alexander with a stealth kill without allowing the portfolios to trigger, but Arad knew better.

The angels were helpless, but Alexander would definitely survive a stealth attack. Sure, a stealth attack would rip a massive chunk of Alexander’s power, but that would start a fight, and Arad didn’t want to fight the god of fighting.

Arad smiled. He would love nothing more than to hit Alexander with another set of traps and watch him spazz the fuck out until his brain melts, but that is currently impossible. He and Gojo had used their traps, and those were a single use only.

This had left Arad with one choice only, and it was one that he had never tried before. Even the owner of the power he was about to pull failed to grasp its true intent.

And it wasn’t just one power, but multiple. He’ll finish Alexander off in a single sneak attack, but it won’t be any sneak attack. He needed a vile, bold hit. A hit that risks too much but gives back a lot of damage.

He could wait and hope Alexander dies on his own, but that was unlikely, and so Arad had to become greedy.

Greed, the desire for excess, for gaining more than one deserves. Arad himself had no business taking such a risk or even attempting to kill a divine god like Alexander. He was trying to claim more than he could, and that was greed, the greed that Mira couldn’t control.

Arad is a paladin of Kali, but at the same time, he is still a paladin of both Eris and Mira. Gods usually frowned on a paladin following multiple gods, but when they are all his wives, there was nothing to complain about.

With greed carrying his will, granting him the resolve to risk it all, and gifting him with more power the greedier he became, Arad slowly stalked Alexander from the darkest depths of the vacuum of the void.

While he could see the god, his vision washed with blood, and the only thing he could think of was how good it would feel to hear him scream. How it would be a waste to murder the bastard cleanly, he needed to make an art out of him, to snuff out his life in a way that the world will never forget.

Murder led Arad forward, guiding his arms as if they had a mind of their own. He could see it, the way to make this kill the best.

Destruction coated his whole body, making even his gentlest touch lethal, turning him into an agent of destruction, and Kali wasn’t stingy about her divine magic when it came to Arad.

The angels inside Arad’s stomach started praying out of nowhere, and the hum of their voices caused Arad’s massive soul to stir. The slumbering portfolio inside it vibrated in response, and the vampires went into hiding inside their churches as endless waves of divine magic radiated across the lightless void.

Arad split into four outside, three kept to the shadows, and one shifted, his body taking on a ghostly form of a woman with long crimson hair, burning green eyes, and amber skin. Who was this woman? Arad had seen her in the angel’s memories as he turned them into his spawns. She was Alexander’s wife.

“Alex?” The gentle voice boomed across the void, and the confused Alexander seemed to flinch and calm for a second. He turned around and saw her approaching him with careful steps.

“What are you doing here?” He growled.

“The seal broke; that dragon’s expansion destroyed it. Hurry, we must run away, the gods are rushing here, Amaterasu and Kali at the lead.” She cried and he looked around, “Shit. I’ll kill them all! All I need is one, I’ll infect just one of them and it’ll be all over.”

“Don’t be a fool! You’ll get one of them, fine, what’s next? They’ll kill you before that. We must run away and plan for later.” She grabbed him by the hand and pulled, “Hurry.”

Alexander growled. She was right. This was a losing fight, and he had no reason to throw his life away, especially when he had just gotten free again.

But the moment he started to move, that was it for him.