The dragon's harem

Amaterasu leaned back on her massive floating pillow of smoke, then turned on her stomach to peer down at the raging battle between Eris and the fallen gods.

Her eyes burned like two radiant suns, shining brightly in the darkness like priceless gems. The archons behind her slowly moved and took their stances at her sides, ready to charge at a single breath.

Almost all angels worked the same, and archons were the most extreme. They are born from their god’s divine magic, and have one goal in their mind: to serve their god’s goals and whims.

Many people misunderstood angels, thinking they are forces of good, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. They are bound by their god’s belief.

Right and wrong don’t matter to the archons; they don’t care about what people think or say or how they look. The only thing they care about is pleasing their goddess, and so they act upon her will.

They were ready to jump into battle and spread their goddess’s light upon this lightless world.

Amaterasu stirred and reached forward, extending her hand. A pale, white hand with glowing ruby nails, radiating with light and fire. She rarely moved, but when she did, her archons all gasped.

Time seemed to stop, and the raging battle beneath froze in place, everyone holding their breath as they felt the harrowing change coming to life. They all looked up, seeing Amaterasu extending her beautiful hand toward them.

A pale hand, five fingers, five glowing red nails, and a spiderweb of radiant golden threads, extending to the limitless horizon.

It was already too late to run away. The fallen gods realized it, and Eris was the first one to notice. Everyone had already been falling for hours now.

Whatever Amaterasu did, the battle was over, checkmate.

Far, far into the lightness void, millions of kilometers away from where the fight had started, Amaterasu had spawned something utterly wrong and ineffable before the fight even started. Since that moment, the outcome was decided, and it was only a matter of time.

Amaterasu curled her red lips, as if kissing the air, but then inhaled, sucking Eris, her sun, and angels all at once, pulling them to her side with a great pulse of gravity.

The fallen gods, on the other hand, were swept away through the void like a boat in a raging river.

“Lovely Eris, you can rest now. It must’ve been good practice. Don’t worry, those fallen gods won’t die even when killed, so I can always bring you here to train.” She waved a finger and floated toward Eris with a cheerful smile as the fallen gods watched from the darkness, getting washed away.

“What did you do? Why are we moving?” Eris gasped, looking around with a confused face. She had noticed what Amaterasu did, but wasn’t able to understand a thing. Even though they were both suns, Amaterasu was on a whole other scale of size and power.

But she was right about one thing: everything was moving. Since they were in the lightless void and had no stationary object to use as a reference, it was hard to tell. But the entire battlefield had been rapidly accelerating toward the horizon for hours now, and Eris was certain it was Amaterasu’s doing.

“What did I do? I gave you some time to train and stretch those wings of yours.” Amaterasu waved her hands, creating a small replica of Eris’s purple butterfly wings, it was just that the ones that Amaterasu created were more detailed and refined. Eris thought she was just flexing on her.

Which was right, Amaterasu loved showing her power and beauty to everyone else. That’s why the sun is the only bright thing in the blue sky, she wants to stand out and wants everyone to see her in her full glory.

Clapping her hands, the butterfly wings disappeared, and she floated closer toward Eris, then patted her on the head. “You did great, most gods would’ve died in minutes, but you managed to survive for so long, I’m proud.”

With a happy smile, Amaterasu looked toward the fallen gods. “You guys did well for crazed ancient beings. I’ll be bringing her often, so make sure to stay crazy and aggressive.” She pointed at the distant darkness with one finger, showing them where they’ll die soon.

They could do nothing but resist and struggle in vain. Amaterasu looked at them with a grin, deriving pleasure from knowing that she still stood above them all, fallen gods or current gods.

“Eris, come here and sit with me. I’ll show a few important things.” She looked at her and smiled. “But first, we need to get you cleaned up.”

In the blink of an eye, Eris’s bloodied robe disappeared, burned into ash by radiant light. Soon, all of the dirt, blood, and grime on her body vanished, cleansed by incandescent plasma, and let her pale, alabaster skin glow faintly with holy light. Not a single blemish, hair, or wrong twist on her flawless body.

Her brown hair burned faintly with power, rippling behind her head like solar waves, and her eyes shone like two purple stars. From her head to her black-painted toenails, Eris’s body seemed to have changed a bit, getting more beautiful, refined, and tempered by the boiling plasma of her sun.

Even Zia was starting to feel a bit weird looking at her, unable to stop looking until a white, thin, and silky robe covered her body. But what made it worse was that Amaterasu was lying just two inches beside her as well, two beauties side by side, it was almost maddening.

Unlike Eris, Amaterasu was actively trying to seduce everyone there, speaking softly, wiggling her feet at them, slightly angling her legs so they could see beneath her kimono, and even rubbing her butt from time to time to make sure her kimono was tight and that her rear end was perked up and looking nice.

Amaterasu giggled, looking at Zia and the rest of Eris’s angels. “I see, it’s already working.” She leaned on Eris’s side. “The divine magic I shared with you before in hell. Now that you used it to fight, your sun had grown bigger, stronger, and brighter. That is shown clearly on your body.”

Eris looked at herself and then at Amaterasu, “We’re glowing a bit.” She noticed the change, but that glowing would be annoying if she wanted to hide in the darkness.

“Of course we are. But that’s beside the point. The stronger you get, the more beautiful you’ll become. Right now, I’m sure even they are feeling it.” She pointed at Zia with her finger. “And she is a woman, wait until Arad sees you.”

“You there, vampire. Do you love your goddess? Do you wish to worship her? That’s natural, you’re all linked to her divine essence, and to you, she is the shining sun lighting your path. You’re destined to look at her, and only at her if you want to keep following the light.” She giggled, licking her finger.

“Don’t take your eyes off her, unless you want to get lost in the darkness.” Pulling the finger out of her red lips, Amaterasu wiggled it around, then drew something in the air.

[Glorious Sun]

Zia cleared her throat and looked away. “Stop it, no one is thinking like that. She is our goddess, yes. But that’s where it ends.”

Even though she said that, she couldn’t stop looking at Eris’s neck, fantasizing about the sweet blood flowing there. But that wasn’t all, she also couldn’t stop getting itch and dreaming about Eris sucking her blood dry.

“Leave them be. What did you want to show me?” Eris interrupted her. Zia and the other vampire nuns were clearly taken aback by Amaterasu’s direct confrontation, so she wanted to draw her attention away from them. Besides that, Eris heard and felt Zia’s thoughts and feelings since she is linked to her with blood, so she didn’t want to put Zia in a more difficult situation by extending Amaterasu’s speech.

Amaterasu looked at Eris with a smug smile, then pointed at the endless darkness with her foot. “There, I planted something there, and its gravity is what moved the battlefield. We’re going to check it out.”

While everyone looked at the darkness, Amaterasu’s archons were busy staring at her toes.

“What did you place? How would it help me?”

“You’re a mortician, aren’t you? I’m going to show you what the dead suns look like.”