The dragon's harem

Mira grabbed the nodachi and winced. The blade burned her skin, and its magic reached her bones, cracking them. Unlike Lucy, she wasn’t a full goddess and her divine will, and magic weren’t powerful enough to contain it.

This sword, it was almost impossible to believe it, but Gojo created it as a human, and this is indeed a god-slaying weapon. Or at least, the resemblance of one.

“This is even more trouble than I thought.” She looked at Lucy and sighed.

“It’ll cost you a lot if you want me to reforge it while keeping its magic intact. From what Mora taught me, I can separate an object’s magical and physical form then remake them anew, but it’s not an easy feat.”

Mira didn’t explain too much because it would take too long, but in short, the sword Gojo created was incomplete. It has a magical form, but no physical one, which is the reason it’s so unstable.

“You’re just trying to jack the price up. Get to the point, and I know coins aren’t going to cut it.” Lucy took back the sword from Mira. Now the two of them were passing it among themselves like a hot potato, both unable to hold it for more than a few seconds.

“I need a lot of heat, pure heat. A lot of power, and divine magic.” Mira closed her eyes and sent a mental call to Eris. They needed someone stronger to lift this blade; otherwise, both of them would lose their hands.

Eris should be powerful enough to hold the sword safely and prevent it from exploding. Unlike them, she was a fighter, a hardened powerhouse.

A second later, a portal opened in the room, and all of Lucy’s angels screamed, cried, and half of them flew right through the floor, almost destroying Lucy’s entire quarter.

Lucy could’ve stopped them, but she didn’t want to, because she knew why they were terrified. They had told her stories, and now that she is a goddess, she can see the true expanse of the terror that just walked into her room.

Their fears this time were justified, since the one who walked out of the portal wasn’t Eris, but someone else, someone they never expected to face here.

The one who walked in was none other than the uncrowned queen of the universe, the one who’ll stand alone when everything else dies, the one arrogant light that refuses to fade away, and the one closest to reaching omnipotence.

When Amaterasu walked out of the portal, yes, walked, all of the angels knew that they only had a split second left to live. Anything higher than her toes would get burned to ash, and they had to get to safety.

Seeing her here in the mortal world was nowhere as shocking as seeing her walk.

She smiled and looked down at the scared angels. “I guess you still remember that day when Alexander was sealed.” She waved her hand, “But you’ve got no reason to fear me anymore. You aren’t following a traitor now.”

Amaterasu was known for being hard to enrage, and out of all the gods, she is the most forgiving, to a point that was comical. But that didn’t mean she was strict, and out of everyone else, she was the most ruthless. Not even her siblings had survived her judgment, and she was the judge, jury, and executioner.

She has three rules:

All wrongs done to her are forgiven, all wrongs against the universe are punishable by erasure, as death is a mercy, and anything else isn’t her business.

Ages ago, when Alexander, the former god of war, fighting and violence, was turned into an abomination and betrayed the gods, Amaterasu was the one to capture and seal him. On that day, she showed up walking in the middle of Alexander’s heaven, and anything that was higher than her toes got evaporated into ash.

“All lives and deaths, all great heroes and evil villains, all that is good and bad, all emotions, all curses, all that is wrong and right, it’s all there, on the surface of the worlds, bugs crawling on a pebble floating amidst nothing. Alexander, do you think your pathetic existence of an army is enough to stand before the sun’s splendor?”

When she finished speaking, the horror of her power was already done.

On that day, over a hundred thousand seasoned Archons and millions of angels who had spent centuries getting stronger in the war all died in the blink of an eye. And their god was thrown into a prison, drained of power, and preserved for when they’ll find a replacement.

“I told you to stay back.” Eris reached through the portal and grabbed Amaterasu by the shoulder, “Why did you jump in before I could?”

Eris too knew of Amaterasu’s power now, and could understand that if this goddess sneezed, the mortal world, and every other world nearby, would all be erased out of existence in a massive supernova. Eris herself was able to spin the world around her when she ascended, and Amaterasu was capable of much, much more.

Amaterasu looked at her with a grin, “I was bored. And this looks to be a bit of fun.” She took a step forward, making all of the angels flinch. With her hand, she reached forward and grabbed the sword, lifting it with ease.

Lucy could barely keep the blade stable with all of her divine power, and Mira was nowhere near being able to hold it for too long. But in Amaterasu’s hands, the blade was forced to stabilize just by the crushing pressure of her divine magic.

“I see… Violet’s brat made this. The magic is a bit funny.” She giggled. “Only he, Yog, and the Overgod are skilled enough spellcasters to decode it. For everyone else, it’ll take them longer than it would take this sword to explode.”

Eris stared at her, “Even you?”

Amaterasu rested the sword at her hip as if sheathing it, then looked back. “Yes, I can’t decode that magic. I never cared to learn complex spells.” She then smiled. “But, it only needs a tenth of the power of the mortal world’s sun to suppress, so I can keep it stable indefinitely without much cost to my divine magic pool.”

She pointed at Eris. “I guess you won’t be able to suppress it for more than a day, two days at most.”

Eris chuckled with a worried face. “Yeah, a tenth of the power of the sun… what is Gojo doing to make such a thing?”

She shrugged. “It’s not his power, he tore a piece of Yog’s mana to create this thing. So this sword is more of her power than his.” She lifted the sword up and looked at it.

It was a long nodachi, a blade of her land, and she knew it well. In fact, it has been thousands of years since she last held a blade and swung it around.

She pointed the sword forward, then made a few swings, moving with uncanny grace and mastery. When she stopped, Eris approached her. “You know how to use a sword?”

Amaterasu was the goddess of the sun, and no one saw her fight in any other way besides blasting everything that dares approach with suns or pure radiant heat. She was a divine being who could kill with a stare and subdue armies with just her presence.

“Oh my… lovely. I’m a master of the sword, the spear, and the bow, even unarmed combat. He was already skilled enough, but I’m the one who taught Kayden how to swing his sword and taught Kali how to punch things.”