The dragon's harem

Chapter 1498: The Perfect Creature

Azorn flew away, spinning through the air like a rag doll. Before he could even hit the ground, Sena was already standing there, glaring up at the VIP room where her mother was.

Tiamat lifted her hand and flicked her fingers. ”Dragon Slayer, it is time for you to leave.” Before Alcott could do anything, he got ejected from the domain Tiamat created, finding himself standing outside in the pouring rain.

Azorn hit the seats just beneath the VIP room. The shock from the impact rattled the balcony, but that was the last of Tiamat’s concerns. Her daughter was about to snap.

Sena lifted her hand, and a black spear appeared in her palm, long, twisted, looking like it was made of hardened tentacles. She hurled that spear at the VIP room with enough force that Arad got blasted away.

The two Tiamats stood, and the one called Sofia reached forward, catching the deadly spear of her enraged daughter with one hand.

Sena growled, ”I told you! To stay away from him!”

”That isn’t for you to decide, so what are you going to do about it?” The other one, Tiamat, spoke.

Sena glared at the two of them, her mother and her twin from the future. She has two mothers, and each of them seems to be working on something behind her back. She hated nothing more than them getting in her way and trying to stand between her and Arad, so today was the day blood should be spilled.

Sena’s body flashed with fire and magic, exploding into a swirling storm of chaos that was strong enough that even Arad couldn’t brave. The ground ripped apart, and the two Tiamats tried to save everyone else, but they could only get half out; the other got swallowed by Sena’s fire, thousands of dragons, devils, and even powerful angels, all killed in the blink of an eye just from their daughter creating a divine avatar.

All the gods can create a divine avatar, an artificial body that they can reincarnate into in the mortal world to gain better access to their power.

Sena wasn’t a goddess, but still, her powers were extremely limited in any world she went to, because her real body was too massive and heavy to drag around. She could never unleash all of her power unless someone intentionally tried to fight her standing over her own body.

Because of that, because she was the perfect living being, a whole living world, she was now trying to create the perfect living creature to kill her two mothers, or at least beat them as badly as possible, before her father showed up to save them.

Sena couldn’t care less; you just don’t get between her and Arad. So she grabbed the blood of all the chromatic dragons, mixed them into her own, added every animal and bug that exists in the countless universes, and even mixed in the blood of the metallic and magic dragons, the demons, devils, the gods she managed to sample, and even the abominations.

From that mass of raging chaos, a thousand heads dancing over many necks emerged with a radiating burst of primal fire and light, goats, demons, humans, dragons, gods, and even abominations.

If Tiamat looked horrifying with a body the size of the hells and over twenty titanic heads, Sena was nothing short of an improvement, an appalling, terrifying one, but a deadly one.

Azorn gasped and jumped back, terrified and shocked. He had never seen his sister fight, and had never expected that a day could come when he would see her actually being mad.

But the horrors of what Sena was about to unleash had just started. She wasn’t satisfied with just turning into a perfect creature that could use the powers of all living beings at once. She wanted to surpass perfection; nothing short of that would be enough to punch her mother down.

Because, as imperfect Tiamat was, Sena knew that her mother, the one who gave birth to her, Sofia, was an even bigger monster than many of the gods.

All of the ancient goddesses, the ones who married their fathers, they all pooled their power into one network, facilitated by him. It was similar to how Arad can learn his wives fighting style and use them, but in the overgod’s situation, it was more literal.

Cain Lizworth can use the powers of any of his wives freely, and his wives can do the same, share power between themselves, and even call upon his authority if they need.

Out of everyone, Sofia, her mother, was notorious for sucking everyone dry when fighting, even at one point managing to bring both the overgod and Amaterasu to their knees by just absorbing too much power.

So in short, Sena wasn’t facing her mother alone, but her father, and all of her step-mothers combined into one harrowing deity of the dragons. The eater of many worlds, Tiamat, the Queen of the Evil dragons.

The dragon heads emerging from Sena’s roiling avatar aged rapidly, withered, and died, turning into pale white bones. Then, those heads rose back from the dead, muscles and blood covered them, and in seconds, they looked brand new, making her brother gasp and jump even further back.

Sena was forcefully evolving those heads past their twilight in seconds, breaking the limits of the avatar’s power with each second. In the time it took Azorn to register what she did, Sena had already evolved all of her draconic heads, all of them, chromatic, metallic, and the magic dragons.

”That’s it, good.” Sofia smiled, ”You’ve always been soft, powerful, yet gentle. A bit sadistic, but never had the soul to harm an insect.”

Sofia was never after Arad; her goal was Sena, her daughter. She had wanted for decades to get her to explore her powers and fight, but Sena was always peaceful and carefree, never going all out on anything. So Sofia had to find a way to strike a nerve, to get her mad enough to try hard enough.

Lately, Sena provided her with a golden opportunity, Arad. Trying to harm him in any way was bound to get her mad.

Sofia had achieved her goal, successfully using both Azorn and Arad to further her goal. This time, Alcott seems to have failed to look past a dragon’s devious plans.

But then, Sofia saw something that made even her flinch. She had underestimated the authority of her daughter, the power a creature like her could conjure.

All of the heads that weren’t draconic started aging as well, withering and dying in rapid succession, and soon, they came back to life, even more powerful than before.

”I see.” Sofia smiled from ear to ear, ”I see, Asgorath, the father of all dragons. You’re trying to recreate his power.”