The dragon's harem

Chapter 956: A Divine Feat

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As Alaric watched Arad, waiting for the moment that Arad ran out of mana, Arad decided to give the demon lord a taste of something new. Amid the raging fire and lightning, he shifted back into his half-dragon form and slowly floated to the ground.

Arad's magic still burned strong, not a single sign of exhaustion showed on him. This wasn't Hati's training ground where he wanted to not repeat what happened to Betty's training ground, this is a place he doesn't care about.

Doma sat on Arad's shoulder as he landed a fair distance away from Alaric. Just like him, the queen of curses wasn't showing any signs of exhaustion or discomfort, even though she was always with Arad through all that hellish flame and lightning.

Alaric giggled, "Did you finally run out of mana?" He said as his eyes inspected Arad and Doma. Alaric didn't believe that to be true himself. Arad's form or look didn't matter, he could sense that Arad's magic didn't drop at all. "Or are you trying to trick me?"

To Alaric, Arad's actions were a clear taunt as if saying. 'Look at me, I'm small once again, come attack.' But that thought of him was untrue, to a level that even he couldn't imagine. Arad stood in place, and lifted his right foot up, putting his knee to his chest and calves close to his face. Seeing that split, Alaric froze in place, confused. This stance was similar to someone that Alaric hated with a passion, yet here he was seeing someone else doing it.

Doma leaned on Arad's head and giggled, licking his calves. "Demon lord, you've sought to kill Lunara and steal her affinity to the moon, the blessing she got from Selune." She looked at Arad with glowing eyes, caressing his head in her arms, "You'll never reach my husband's ankles with that mindset."

When Lunara met Kali, Selune had blessed her and the dark abyss, conjuring a fake moon on each layer, giving the abyss its ominous silvery glow and nightly look. Arad's toes were pointing straight at that fake moon, and his body burst with gravity magic.

Arad swung his foot down, stomping hard enough to shatter the ground beneath him. The fake moon in the ceiling of the layer, the massive glowing white orb of magic that was over several hundred kilometers in width, ripped off from the ceiling and started falling with a rumble, he had dislocated it with his gravity magic.

[Moon Fall]

As Alaric's mouth almost ripped open seeing the moon falling at him, Doma was giggling on Arad's shoulder. "My love needs no blessing from gods, nor curses from me. Unlike you, he doesn't need to steal power to grow. He conquers it."

The utter disrespect and humiliation Arad threw at Alaric was beyond any insult. The power he sought for centuries, the thing he saw as an unfair blessing, a divine power that Lunara got. Arad had pulled out of nothing, with nothing more than his foot, ripped quads, a draconic stomp, and his gravity magic. Standing beneath the falling silver moon, Arad looked like an incarnation of a god wearing a mortal's skin.

Alaric shifted into a mole-shaped beast, a weremole, and started digging as fast as he could. The ground of each layer is the ceiling of the layer beneath it. That separation layer usually ranges between one hundred to a thousand-kilometer depth of hard stone, metals ore veins called the bones of the abyss, and a sponge-like structure of magical veins of pure energy called the marrow of the abyss, it was that which made some scholars think the abyss is alive. Alaric wasn't fast enough to avoid the moon, so his best chance of survival is to go deep and hope to reach the bones of the abyss, they are the ones holding its weight and should be able to stop the moon.

He had no chance of tanking a [Moon Fall] Even while digging, he couldn't take his mind off thinking, ^How in the nine hells did that bastard pull it off?^ If Alaric was given the chance, he would never step into the same plane of existence as Arad. In his mind, such a monster is too dangerous to be in the same world with.

By a miracle, Alaric managed to reach that layer thanks to his impressive digging speed and his luck with the cave systems of the layer which allowed him to go deep enough before the weight of the moon came crashing down.

It took Alaric five minutes to reach the bone of the abyss that was fifty kilometers {31 miles} deep underground, but with that, he didn't stop going deeper. He could sense Arad's magic chasing after him. But unlike Alaric, Arad was digging at his own pace, giving the demon lord time to run away.

Alaric looked back as he was digging deeper and deeper as if he were swimming across the ground. "Arrogant monster!" He growled, he could swear that Arad earlier was swimming faster in the hard stone than how fast he was going now. He knew well that this time, Arad was letting him escape.

On the layer beneath Alaric's layer, the demons were living their life as usual, not many things changed in the abyss. But at that moment, that stillness was shattered when a small being burst from the ceiling, his aura immediately engulfed the whole layer and all the demons looked up, that was Alaric making his entrance.

Everyone noticed the demon lord's aura and picked their weapons, was this bastard invading them? They were wrong, he's running from an even bigger threat.

The layer's demon lord, Sawless the Cruel, a short demon standing at just around five feet tall with a skinless body and five eyes on his mouthless face flew up with his bat-like wings, dripping his vile blood everywhere. He landed beside Alaric.

"Use the usual route, why did you come here through the ceiling? Are you betraying me?" Sawless growled, his voice echoing deep from his stomach. He was less angry and more disappointed at such a development. Luckily for him, this wasn't a betrayal, but unluckily for him, it was worse.

"Rally your army, we don't have time." Alaric waved his arm and looked up, it was at that moment that the whole layer shook and the ceiling cracked, dropping a massive boulder that killed a lot of demons. That was the force of the moon impacting the layer above finally traveling through the separation layer.

One second later, Arad's long draconic neck emerged from the ceiling, roaring down at all the demons. His jaw opened wide, and he puked a sea of fire and molten stones at them. The whole layer was engulfed in a crimson glow as all the demons started fleeing to the edges.

Sawless waved his arms and formed a massive barrier of strange black magic, protecting himself and Alaric who was less talented with spells. "The hell is that?" Sawless cried in fear, glaring at Alaric with a terrified face.

That monster in the ceiling isn't something that Sawless would even touch with a fifteen- layer-long stick, let alone start a fight with.

"I killed Lunara and that thing is chasing me, it already trashed my layer." Alaric replied as he lunged through the fire. Thanks to his speed and durability he managed to run on the column of burning lava that Arad was spewing out and reached his head, punching him in the face to stop the hellish breath.

The two of them had already figured out that this wasn't a matter of winning or losing, it was a matter of how many of them would die.

Now that Sawless was alone beneath the fire, he didn't need to stay in one spot so he flew out while protecting himself with a barrier. As he looked up, he saw that Arad's breath had stopped, the lava was only taking a while to finish falling.

He pointed his arm, "Dodge it!" He yelled at Alaric who was near Arad's head as he fired a massive barrage of black arrows, each one ten yards in length.

Alaric kicked Arad's nose and fell downward, letting all the arrows hit Arad's square in the forehead. Those arrows immediately exploded into a burning ball of demonic rot magic. Sawless formed a barrier platform and Alaric landed on it. "That should do it. I didn't sense any rot resistance from him." Sawless smiled, "Let's get the fuck out of here." Even if he expected his attacks to damage Arad, he didn't expect them to be lethal. He figured out that the best way was to run away and hide, masking their magic so Arad would stop chasing them. "I hope you're right." Alaric looked up with a scared face, and the dust suddenly cleared. Arad's upper body was emerging from the ceiling, his two front arms, wings, and chest were apparent. He roared and waved his arms. Massive boulders were ripped from the already cracked ceiling and they were flung down at the two demon lords.

Alaric and Sawless flew down to the ground where the lava still burned hot. Sawless flew close to the ground to mask his presence in the smoke while Alaric used the durable barrier shield that Sawless created for him as a skateboard, riding the waves of fire and magma. "The fuck is that?!" Sawless yelled at Alaric with raging eyes. Arad wasn't harmed at all with his rot arrows. Sawless didn't know why, but Alaric could already guess it was Doma's doing. Those arrows were derived from curse magic and Doma is a master of it.

"Don't use any curse-related things, the bitch riding him is the queen of curses, Doma."

Alaric growled.

"She's who you picked a fight with? Since when that bitch has a dragon!" Sawless cried, Doma

wasn't just famous in the mortal world, but also in the abyss and hell. She was known for summoning demons and devils to be her lab rats and torturing them for years while testing

her curses on them.

"It's the dragon I picked a fight with, he's her husband." Alaric, even he didn't believe that the words he was saying were true.

"Demon! What the hell made you think that someone who can bed that Curse Witch Doma is safe to fight?" Sawless would've noped out the moment Doma was mentioned had he been in Alaric's shoes. Doma is known as a crazy witch, and her husband is bound to be an even bigger

madman.

To the two demons, Alaric picking a fight with Arad who is Doma's husband was the same as if a human picked a fight with satan's wife. What made him think that's a reasonable thing to do, Sawless didn't know.

"He's just a pain in the ass. Shut up and run." Alaric growled as the two of them dodged the rain of boulders Arad was throwing at them. What was done is already done, it can't be

reversed now.

"Arad...look over there!" Doma pointed with a happy face as she was sitting on Arad's head. "That castle section." She pointed at a part of Sawless's castle, the laboratory which was built right in the middle of an herbal garden and a lab rats' prison. Since this was the abyss, the garden was filled with horrid demonic plants, and the prison was filled with tormented humanoids and lesser demons that the demon lord Sawless kept for his experiments.

"I want one like that to work from. Can you build me one in our castle?" She looked at Arad's

eyes and he nodded, "Let's check it out."

Arad suddenly disappeared from the ceiling and the two demon lords froze in place. He can teleport, they didn't know that. Alaric was even more terrified knowing that Arad didn't even need to chase him, he could've teleported right to him and finished the deed.

Arad in his half-dragon form landed in the middle of Sawless's castle with Doma sitting on

his shoulder. He walked straight toward the door of the lab section, and the demon woman who stood there as a guard saw him.

She was tall, standing at almost eight feet tall with four arms, three breasts, and an extra mouth on her exposed belly. The moment her ruby-red eyes landed on Arad, she knew he was the dragon that just appeared in the sky, the one that was currently rampaging outside. She started shaking in her place, terrified to move an inch.

Doma stared at her, "Not even greeting us, are all demons this rude?" That deadly pink glare

sent chills down the demon woman's spine. Yet the fear didn't allow her to even breathe, she stood, frozen as a statue with sweat rushing down her back as Arad closed, inspecting her like a dog sniffing his food.