The dragon's harem

The devil lifted his head, his body still regenerating from the devastating damage he sustained from Aella’s expansion. He had to move fast because he knew she was weak now; he had to kill her before she recovered.

But what he saw was a red spark. Aella stood atop a ruined building, a massive wind bow in her hand as she aimed a fire arrow at him, Nar sitting on her head with a harrowing, evil smile on her face.

“Motherf…” The devil’s eyes widened as he braced himself. He didn’t know why in the bloody nine hells Nar is here?! How come this elf brought two Spirit Queens with her? All he had to do now was survive.

To his luck, Nar is the Fire Spirit Queen, and he came from the nine hells. His resistance to fire and heat was far above anything else, almost matching red dragons. He has a good chance of surviving, so he would rather not turn his back and run away, but block the fire and endure it. The elf has to fall after using the power of two spirit queens in a row.

Aella released the arrow, and it flew engulfed with a storm of compressed green wind. What the devil didn’t know is that this arrow wasn’t one of Nar’s powers, but Aella’s magic. She uses Zephyr’s wind magic to compress an ungodly amount of oxygen in one spot and ignite it with a spark of fire magic to cause a massive explosion. Nar was there just to bless the fire and make it deal more damage.

The arrow reached the devil in the blink of an eye, and the blinding flash engulfed the mountain in a bright orange burst of fire. Since Aella wasn’t using Nar’s power directly, her body wasn’t under any extra stress.

Aella knew the devil would be resistant to fire, so she wasn’t counting on her flames killing him, but was hoping that it would consume all of the oxygen around and choke him to death, or char him like how charcoal is made.

The arrow hit, and the whole mountain turned into a furnace, but Aella wasn’t done; she knocked another arrow into her bow, and this was far more destructive, as it bore the mark of destruction.

The oxygen destroyer, it’ll rip any oxygen the devil would try to hold and kill him from the inside out, kill him so hard that he won’t even be able to regenerate. If it bleeds, it needs to breathe. The devil was no exception.

As the flames waned and the devil’s charred body moved, looking up, he saw the oxygen destroyer arrow an inch away from his skull, and it was boiling with Kali’s divine magic.

He knew this was the end. He would’ve survived and resurrected in hell if Kali’s divine magic hadn’t been involved, but this was his death. So, he left Aella a nasty surprise.

The arrow hit, and what remained of the mountain was crushed down, crumbled into dust, and the very earth was robbed of life and turned into a wasteland.

Seconds after the arrow landed and erased all life from the mountain, including the devil’s life, Aella landed there to check if the fiend was dead. And the moment she took a step close to where his charred corpse should be, she felt weak, and suddenly found herself in a foreign land.

Fire, birmstone, acid, black clouds, roaring lightning, the moans and groans of the sinners, and a rancid, appalling stench.

The devil was dead, but he wasn’t going to die alone; that’s why he set a trap to send her to his estate in the nine hells. After all of that fighting, Aella was bound to be weaker, and even if she wasn’t, no one could survive hell.

She was now stuck in hell with no way out. If she dies, she’ll be bound by chains and imprisoned here for the rest of time, unless Arad comes and rips those chains apart.

Hundreds of flying imps were already surrounding her, hungry titans of flesh, blood devils, and some spiked horrors, all drooling, hungry at the sight of mortal flesh, and mad at the death of their master.

The first of the imps reached Aella and thrust his spear forward, aiming at her eye. She didn’t move for a moment, but then tilted her head at the last second and made the attack miss. At the same time, she threw her palm forward and grabbed the imp by the skull, crushing it between her fingers.

She is an archer, and her grip was nothing short of monstrous. With how powerful most of her bows were, her grip was just as important as her back muscles.

And it was then that the devils of hell sensed something that they didn’t sense in a while, fear, for this woman smelled of Zephyr’s magic and that dragon who destroyed a whole layer just months ago.

The devils threw themselves at her in hordes, all charging blindly to try and overwhelm her, but it was futile. Compared to the devil she just slayed, those were weak, pitiful, and sad.

One after another, Aella tore the devils with her bare hands, allowing her magic to recover for a while, and when she found herself about to get overwhelmed, she would jump and fly away with wind magic to get some distance.

The small devils were torn apart, the ones that tried to run were nailed to the ground with arrows, and the titanic ones got inflated with her wind magic until they exploded like balloons of blood and guts.

Merida had taught Aella an important lesson: If you have stamina, then aggression is the best defence and offence. Attack, be violent, make sure that whoever falls, never stands back up. If a devil got wounded and knocked to the ground, stomp its head to be sure.

Efficient moves matter, but they don’t matter as much as gore and violence when facing large hordes. The latter ones would see the first ones getting killed, torn from the inside out, and fed their organs. Fear would grow, and those who are alive would fear the inevitable fate.

It didn’t take long for the devils to start running away from Aella instead of swarming her, but she kept following them, one by one; their screams filled the devil’s estate.

She was the monster that killed their master, and she had come for them. None of the devil thought for a second that their master sent her here to die, but now, they think she came of her own free will to make them suffer, and they weren’t having any of it.

As Aella followed the devils into the devil’s mansion, she killed most of them and soon found herself in the inner sections, where she found a portal back to the mortal world, the one the devil used to get out in the first place.

Before leaving, she sent an oxygen destroyer into the sky so it would fall back down and erase the whole estate. She left, and soon the arrow fell back down, exploding into a flash of light.

The estate was no more, all of the devils died a gruesome death, and Aella walked out of a hell portal, covered in blood.

“I smell rancid!” She growled, “Lexi! Can you cast some water magic? Pour a bucket or two on me!”

“You were cast to hell, and came back?” Lexi gasped, and Aella glared at her, “Yes, and now if you don’t hurry, I’ll give you a hug.”