The dragon's harem

Nyar’s head flew into the darkness of the void, rapidly shifting back to Euri’s head. The tentacles around everyone vanished, and the endless darkness boiling out of Nyar’s body disappeared without a trace.

Arad’s eyes followed the edge of his blade as he sensed Doma’s presence mixing with the alien nature of Yog.

The darkness within her being grew deeper than that of Arad’s stomach, as if she were an endless sea of tar and eyes. Incoherent, senseless, but still guided by a frightening level of intellect.

Doma didn’t go anywhere; she just gained a physical body, one that looked nothing like a human or an elf, but more like an ooze, a slime of eyeballs and tar.

The sword slipped from his hand, fell a few inches down, then shifted and turned into a single blob.

The countless pink eyes looked around with a strange emotion in them, then Doma’s voice echoed, “Now this isn’t sexy at all.”

Her body boiled and bubbled as she tried to gain any resemblance to a human shape, but she only ended up turning into a tall pillar of slimy black tar and eyeballs.

Arad looked at her for a second, then touched his chest, “Wait, my souls.”

Inside, his human and draconic souls were covered in the black tar that acted like glue, keeping them together.

Under the light of his third and massive soul, the two souls were slowly healing. It would take a while, but Arad can survive until then. For a moment, he thought that he would need to recover slowly like Tina, but it seemed that the larger the soul, the better its healing capability would be.

“{Yog was hiding inside you since we left the universe. She turned the knowledge of herself into forbidden knowledge, so everyone forgot she existed.}” Doma approached Arad and looked at him with her countless eyes.

“{She bid her time and waited, then gave me this, to help finish Nyar off.}”

What Yog gave Doma was some quite peculiar, not a direct power of the forbidden knowledge, but a derivative of it.

There is a gate, a great gate, behind which all the knowledge of existence and beyond is stored. No one can walk through the gate and survive because the forbidden knowledge isn’t supposed to exist.

The only thing that allows that knowledge to be perceived is AO’s omniscience. Yog possesses that at the moment.

So what will happen if someone else learned forbidden knowledge?

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But there is a catch: what’s considered forbidden knowledge for someone might not be for another. That’s how Doma ended up learning something from Yog.

Doma’s curse was clairvoyance, which allows her to see the future. It was both a result and cause of her countless conflicts with the Fates.

Because she could see the future without the Fates’ permission, she was already treading the thin line between what’s forbidden and what’s not.

That’s where Yog came into play and showed her something cursed, the knowledge of the three dimensions of everything.

Space has three dimensions; you can go up or down, left or right, then back and forward. It is the three dimensions of space where everyone lives.

Then there are the three dimensions of time. First, the regular time everyone lives through, the one that flows from past to future.

The second one is the parallel timelines indicated by the threads of fate. Those timelines are formed by similar versions of the same thing, like what if Doma had a mole, what if her hair was a slightly different shade of pink. Timelines that are different, but would always result in the same ending, because nothing of importance changed from the perspective of the first dimension of time. It stood at a right angle to the first dimension, which is why it moves with it.

The third dimension is when things change. What if Doma died? What if she lost a limb and never got it back? They allow different outcomes based on different starting points. This dimension is at a right angle to the second dimension while flowing alongside the first.

Then there are the three dimensions of magic, which honestly scared Doma because she didn’t know everything was as complicated and expansive as that.

The first dimension was all that everyone in the universe used, even the gods. The power was a straight line, with divine magic on one end, and curses on the negative end, with mana being the neutral middle.

That meant everyone, from gods to mortals to devils, was stuck on the first dimension of magic in the same way all mortals are stuck between the past, present, and future.

But, there was more. The eldritch magic rested right beside the first, and it was where the abominations were, one dimension of power above the gods, or mainly Nyar and the higher abominations were at that level. It flew from nether, to mana, to eldritch magic.

This had made Doma almost shit herself when she remembered that Arad was using Vorvadoss’s eldritch magic like nothing, meaning he operated at least on the same playing field as the abominations.

Then there was the last dimension, reality, illusion, and nothing being in the middle of it. The level where AO, the first Overgod, was. The power that allowed him to create a whole reality and universe for people and gods to thrive in.

That’s why the abominations can’t just go and make their universe. They can’t; they aren’t at the same power level as him. As Arad.

When Doma learned that Arad was, in fact, AO himself, she froze for long enough that Yog thought she had died.

The few who knew about AO’s existence also had learned that he should’ve been dead for a long time. He had perished long ago, and Cain was the current overgod, taking his place to keep the universe stable.

But what none knew, or seemed to guess, was that AO wasn’t dead; he couldn’t die because Death can’t claim her maker. The very concepts of death and life were created by him.

So AO wasn’t dead, just asleep, in a coma. And for whatever reason, to heal, he would just create a whole new body for himself. That’s where Arad comes, he was just AO, still being drowsy and slowly coming to his senses after oversleeping for a bit.

She couldn’t just tell Arad about what she learned, because that was the nature of forbidden knowledge. It was supposed to spread because it breaks people’s minds, shifts their behavior, and would lead the events of fate astray.

So how did Doma’s blade manage to cleave Nyar’s head? It was simple, after learning of the full extent of the dimensions of magic, she used the fact that Nyar used Euri’s body and curse to empower himself.

She didn’t attack Nyar; she attacked the vessel, Euri, and cleaved his head off. Yog did the bulk of the work by identifying Nyar’s magic and guiding Doma to slip through it and hit Euri, but in the end, the result was a head flying in the air.

So Arad was the one swinging, Doma was the weapon, and Yog was the guiding force that made it all possible.

Doma then looked to the side, her eyes stopping at Vasilissa, “So? She’s your mom?”

Arad slowly turned his head, glaring at Vasilissa with burning purple eyes. “Almost died, you won’t say anything?”

Vasilissa giggled and approached, “No.” She threw her hand forward and pierced Arad’s chest, but he didn’t feel anything. She then pulled Yog out of him by the hair.

“OW! That hurt!” Yog cried, but Vasilissa wasn’t having any of that. “Not while she was hiding inside your stomach. I knew she would help, I just didn’t know how far she was willing to let you suffer before she did anything.”

Yog stared at her, “Hoi! I kept him alive, and that’s what matters.”

Vasilissa gave a sharp glare, “Let me remind your short ass that our deal includes a part where you won’t allow Arad to get out of the universe when a Nyar fight is happening.”

Yog could feel Vasilissa’s claws digging into her skull.

“Wait! Wait! It wasn’t my fault! Go beat her! She is the one who dragged him out, not me!” Yog pointed toward Kali, who was approaching with Amaterasu and everyone else.

Vasilissa looked at Kali, then at Arad, then back at Yog, “She is his wife, I don’t care about what they do to each other. What I care about is you breaking the contract by allowing it to happen without saying anything to me beforehand.”