The dragon's harem

Chapter 957: Who Said Faith?

”Open the door.” Arad said calmly, and the demon woman slowly turned around and opened the door with her shaking hands. There was something strange about Aradʼs voice that she sensed, a deep darkness boiling from within...and she immediately noticed the source. An ancient curse by Doma.

The curse Doma cast upon Aradʼs voice was a powerful one, any weak demon that didnʼt follow his order would get slowly weaker and eventually die. Depending on their power, the curse could take any time from minutes to weeks or years to finish them off.

”Youʼre one interesting demon, arenʼt you?” Doma noticed that the demon had picked up on her curse. Not many could do that, probably since she was constantly experimented on by Sawless that she became that keen on noticing strange magical effects.

”When I, my husband, or his other wives says something, you bow your head and say yes my lord. Iʼll kill anyone who doesnʼt follow that rule.” Domaʼs strength lay in her vengeful attitude toward harm, and the strange nature of her curses and their effects, making her extremely hard to predict.

Doma looked at Arad with a grin, ”Letʼs have a look inside.” Her eyes shifted toward the demon woman, ”Would mind being our guide?”

The demon woman could only nod, ”Yes.” At that moment she could feel a hand clenching on her heart, cold running down her spider as her breaths grew heavier. The demon woman fell on her knees, gasping for air as the pain in her chest grew stronger.

”Come on...” Doma looked at her with an amused grin, ”Didnʼt I just tell you what to do?” She giggled, ”You better hurry up, those hands arenʼt going to disappear otherwise.”

The demon woman could feel the hand on her heart clenching stronger, and several other hands clenching on her lungs and organs, even some squeezing her neck and pushing against her eyes.

To survive, the demonʼs mind immediately pulled what Doma had said earlier to the front of her mind. She bowed her head deep, ”Yes, My lord.” As she said as Doma ordered earlier, the hands disappeared and she could finally breathe again.

”The curse works on its own, I canʼt stop it so you better behave yourself.” Doma leaned on Aradʼs head to rest as the demon woman stood with tired legs, barely supporting herself.

With what energy she had left, she took Arad and Doma on a tour through Sawlessʼs private lab. Demons arenʼt even allowed there without his order, but considering the monster standing there and that demons follow the rule of the might is right. Demons that are weaker than Arad and arenʼt demon lords would bow in submission to his power. Especially if they want to avoid Domaʼs curse.

Outside the capital city of the layer where Sawlessʼs castle was, Sawless and Alaric stood at the edge of a mountain, looking at the cooling sea of molten stone and fire. ”The bastard is in my castle! Heʼs better not break anything.” Sawless growled. Centuries of research and magical advancement are stored there, priceless books, devastating spells, and one in a thousand- year rare herbs and potions.

”Youʼre dreaming, the fucker killed everyone in my castle before throwing it at me. Your castle and everything in it are fucked harder than anything in this whole abyss.” Alaric waved his arms, extending his claws out. ”We canʼt defeat him alone, letʼs raise an army. This would be a raid.” As his claws crackled with the lycanthropic curse, countless spectral wolves and beasts emerged from the ground, taking a flesh body and turning into vile demonic beasts.

All demon lords can create minions for themselves to use with the power of the abyss. This power is limited to the abyss and canʼt be used in any other plan of existence. Itʼs proof that the abyss had approved of them as demon lords and had granted them access to its power.

If you can conjure minions out of the abyssʼs magic, youʼre a demon lord, that where the lord part comes from, you have control and authority over a layer of the abyss.

Sawless sighed as he waved his hands and a bone staff appeared in his hand. The horrid object was made of a humanʼs spine and skull, the eyes burning with necrotic flames.

”Youʼre an annoying bastard, how many times did I tell you not to make minions on my layer?” As Sawless waved his staff, an army of mutated flesh monsters emerged from the dirt like plants, writhing invisibly with pain and power. ”Youʼd make my layer stink.”

Sawless layer already reeked with rotting corpses and blood. Demons notice the difference, to humans, everything stinks bad.

”It canʼt be helped, can it?” Alaric sighed, ”We have to overwhelm that monster with numbers.” Their magic and bodies wonʼt last long, so itʼs best to use the power of the abyss which seemed to be near infinite.

In seconds, the two demon lords have amassed a mind-boggling army of millions of powerful demons, all ready to wage war against the draconic intruder. Since they were using the power of the abyss itself, they werenʼt limited by their own mana and demonic magic. Itʼs like drawing water from a massive ocean, you have a nearly unlimited amount.

”Blood for our Blood Lord.” A blaring hymn boomed across the sky, ”Souls for the god!” All the demons looked up, bewildered at the sudden hymn that emerged out of nowhere. As their eyes gazed upon the layerʼs ceiling, they spotted ten massive stone churches falling.

The churches fell on the demonʼs frontlines, crushing tens of them in an instant. The churches were lined in a straight line, and all of their doors opened wide as a sea of nuns rushed out, flinging blood magic and firing spells at the demons.

”The fuck are nuns doing here!?” Sawless cried as he glared at Alaric.

Alaric clearly remembered the nun that he saw in his castle killing the servants. If his guess is right, Arad those that he saw in his throne room, beside Kayden and the pale mother were Aradʼs strongest allies. Doma the queen of curses and that nun.

”Their leader is a woman with short hair and a lot of freckles on her face, find and kill her at once!” Alaric shouted, ordering his demons to find Zia and finish her off.

Suddenly, it started raining, black tar-like heavy rain from the ceiling of the abyss. Most demons who only lived on this layer didnʼt know what rain was, it seldom rains here. The two demon lords on the other hand noticed how strange such a thing was.

”Did his fire cause this?” Sawless growled, a bit amazed at the sudden development. He was very well interested in the natural phenomena of the abyss, unlike the brute Alaric, heʼs a

thinker.

”Who cares! Kill them!” Alaric pointed his sword at the nuns. Even with Alaricʼs objection, Sawless still decided to waste some energy and have some of his demons inspect and record everything about the rains. He was intending to survive this fight and study this even later on. Seconds later, some of Sawlessʼs magic-sensitive demons noticed something. This rain wasnʼt natural, magic coming from the top of curses was causing it. It was akin to [Rain Storm] spell, but this one didnʼt use clouds to get water, but instead brought it from somewhere else. A place the demons couldnʼt detect.

”This canʼt be holy water, can it?” Sawless lifted his hand, looking at the black droplets landing between his skinless fingers. As a demon lord, he was extremely resistant to holy water. He looked at his minions, but the rain didnʼt harm even the weakest of them. It canʼt be

holy water.

”You command from here. Iʼll charge forward.” Alaric who got impatient started running and then leapt forward, flying above the demonsʼ heads like the wind. He landed exactly where the nuns were clashing with the demons, and saw his minions getting burned alive by the

rampaging nuns.

The nuns stopped attacking and glared at him for a second, even vampires shudder at the sight of a powerful demon lord. Yet, those women didnʼt have a single shred of fear and they immediately charged at him.

One nun swung her burning sword at Alaricʼs neck, only for him to slash her arm with his claws and kick her away. Two more swung their arms and set him ablaze, but this was the demon who survived Aradʼs fire breath. While still engulfed in flames, he charged into the middle of the nunsʼ ranks and started swinging.

”Vampires? So that rain isnʼt holy water, otherwise youʼd kill yourselves.” One punch after another, he smacked the nuns away like dust. Kicking one in the face, pulling another by the hair, and using her as a club to smack the rest. It was clear that the nuns couldnʼt face Alaric, he was far above their level. In less than a minute, he had knocked over a thousand of them. Luckily, they regenerate like crazy.

”I killed you before.” Alaric lifted one of the nuns by the neck. Sheʼs one of the first nuns that he killed and now she came again to fight. ”So, I must find another way to finish you off,

dancing with you kids wonʼt be enough. Do you want to be my slave?”

The nun screamed as Alaricʼs lycanthropic curse started surging across her veins, he was attempting to turn her into a lycanthrope to control her. That should be better than killing them as itʼll give him more soldiers.

”Become my demon.” He growled, his magic attempting to dominate her soul.

”Blood...to the...blood lord...” She held his arm, resisting as hard as she could, ”Donʼt... underestimate...our...faith!” As she growled, Alaricʼs curse started getting pushed out of her body. He could sense it; her soul was linked to that of Arad and all the other nuns. Cursing her felt as hard as cursing a pope.

”Faith?” Alaric gasped, bewildered, wasnʼt it the power of the gods that protected the

faithful from his curse?

At that moment, something smacked him in the face so hard that he was sent flying with a broken jaw. He looked and saw Zia standing with the nun he was about to curse. ”Go and rest.” Zia said as she waved her long spear which had a flag tied to it.

”So, you showed yourself...” Alaric stood and his jaw was fully healed.

”Give your blood to my lord...so I can suck some of his blood.” She planted her spear on the ground and shouted, ”My lord! My God, Grant me POWER! Unlimited POWER!” ”Youʼre a vampire...you wonʼt...” Alaric who thought it was stupid for bloodthirsty fiends to act as if they had faith, immediately found himself staring with a dumbfounded face. A fist- sized [Ho-white Nova] Emerged on the tip of Ziaʼs spear, and it was growing bigger and

bigger.

”All demons! Shall burn!” She swung her spear forward and the [Ho-white Nova] Flew at Alaric. He barely dodged it, and it exploded in the horizon, ripping a whole mountain from its roots. ”Hurry up and die so I can suck my lord. You demonic mongrel fuckbucket!”