The dragon's harem

“We need to sleep on this. Think about it for a while.” Arad scratched the back of his head, “And you, Grace, don’t go around attacking anyone. You ignored my first warning and almost got consumed by Luminous. Ignore this, and you might face something even more dangerous.”

“What else could happen? It’s not going to get worse than this.” She sighed, and Arad shook his head, “Who knows? The earth might open up and swallow you. The moon might fall on your head. Who knows, the gate of hell might open up and suck you into eternal damnation. The world is wide. Don’t tempt it.” Arad waved his hand and approached everyone. “We should return home and rest.”

Arad closed his eyes as he teleported everyone. His incarnation had reached the half-angels’ land, and he was already stopped by their flying guards, trying to understand who is he and what is he doing there.

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Far away, Arad hovered in the air, using gravity magic to keep his massive, draconic body in the air without the need to flap his wings. Why would he do that? Of course, some tiny and fragile flying things are buzzing around him like flies.

Half-angels, a lot of them. They looked exactly like humans, except for the long, feathery white wings behind their backs and the radiant aura around their bodies.

Arad looked around and then fixed his gaze on their strongest. It was obvious from the man’s build and abundant divine magic. “I’m here to meet Lucifer.”

The half-angel growled, “Meet Lucifer? I got informed of no such thing.” He pulled two shortswords and glared at Arad, “You die here, Dragon of destruction.”

Arad shifted into his humanoid form and pulled a sword, “Hoo, you can sense Kali’s divine magic on me? Unexpected.”

“The only unexpected thing here is you appearing on our border, and you’re going to regret it!” The angel’s commander flew at Arad, swinging both of his swords at a speed that no mere mortal could achieve.

Arad deflected the attack of the first shortsword, but the second one sent him and the angel flying to the ground like a meteor of pure divine magic.

The angel gasped as he saw Arad blocking his attack with one hand, “What did Jack say about paladins? Something about them being hardheaded bastards without any sense in their hollow skulls.” He deflected the paladin’s sword and kicked him in the guts, sending him flying back faster than their fall was.

The paladin flashed his wings and stopped his flight, immediately going in for another attack. His sword flashed with light, and Arad’s blade whistled through the air as sparks flew everywhere.

The angels flying above were blasted away by the constant deadly shockwaves. The ground rumbled, and a storm of steel and divine magic washed over the battlefield.

Arad laughed, dancing between the paladin’s attacks with a large smile on his face. “I expected a warmer welcome. Hell, the devils in the ninth circle of hell gave me a better reception than this.”

“Shut up! Intruder!” The paladin barely managed to deflect Arad’s attack and retaliated with a divine cleaver, followed by a barrage of slashes and divine-enchanted smites.

While Lydia’s divine magic might’ve been purer than this half-angel, he has far more divine magic than her and could rapid-fire it several times faster. He wasn’t limited by a mortal shell. After all, he had the blood of angels running through his veins.

In the time it would’ve taken Lydia to swing one divine cleaver, this half-angel would’ve thrown five cleavers and a smite. He was also physically stronger and boasted a potent regeneration. He looked like a true immortal divine fighter.

Except that immortality is a myth, and he doesn’t have the manners of something divine.

Arad and the half-angel paladin fought, ripping the ground apart as they flew all over the battlefield, almost getting the other angels killed in the chaos. And soon, Arad cleaved the half-angle’s left arm, sending a stream of blood flying into the sky.

“This wound! It’s nothing!” The paladin growled, sending a powerful wave of divine magic to his arm to regenerate it.

Arad stood there in front of him, watching with a smile as his eyes flashed red. The half-angle felt his blood boil, his divine magic turning heavy, and his eyes shooting with blood.

“Fucking, bloodsucking, fiend, unholy abomination, child of the night.” The half-angle paladin barely stood, his arm unhealed. “You showed your true color. Guess I was right. Monster.”

Arad laughed, “Come on, look again.”

It was only then that the paladin realized that his divine magic should’ve burned any blood magic Arad would’ve used on him. Something seemed strange about Arad’s blood magic, and it was obvious when he looked closer.

“Divine vampire blood? A holy monster?” He gasped.

Arad had both Akasha and Eris’s blood flowing through his veins. Akasha was the daughter of Akame, the goddess of undeath and vampires, and Eris herself was a demi-goddess of murder. As vile of a monster he was, that blood was all divine in nature and highly resistant to divine magic.

Arad didn’t give the paladin any chance to think it through and leapt at him with a punch, smacking him in the face so hard that he sent him skipping on the ground, eventually cutting a trench in the ground.

The paladin coughed blood and immediately rolled away, barely dodging a stomp from Arad. If he were a fraction of a second late to move, his brain would’ve been decorating Arad’s boot.

The paladin stood, one sword in hand and the other in his mouth. Taking a strange stance, he glared at Arad with bright, blindingly burning divine eyes.

“This will be your grave, monster. For attacking our land, for all of your crimes, even if I won’t be the one to take your head, someone else would.”

Arad laughed, “Someone else? Is this place being my grave? Aren’t you misunderstanding something?”

Arad pointed his sword at the angel. “I’m just here to teach a stupid brat a lesson. You would’ve been already dead if it was someone else that you attacked and not me. Believe me. I know many would cleave your head without a second thought just for pulling your weapon on them.”

“Rubbish!” The paladin growled, but at that moment, Arad’s sword came flying down and slashed him across the face, taking his right eye off.