The dragon's harem

Agnar’s mother was thrown out the window by her son. Sadly, he couldn’t be gentle with how quickly things happened, so he just pushed her outside as fast as he could, and was barely able to avoid them both getting torn apart.

The entire house had been reduced to rubble, and Agnar could hear people screaming and wailing outside as many were caught in the explosions. Now, tens of people were crawling on the ground, bleeding and dying from their wounds.

Agnar himself wasn’t fine; the attack didn’t target him, but his mother, and while protecting her, he ended up taking a direct hit. Poppy had attacked with her claws, and he blocked with his sword. The only problem was that he lost two fingers in his left hand, one in his right hand, and had a massive gaping wound on his left forearm, which made holding the sword quite hard and painful.

Poppy was still there, standing where she was before, but her right arm didn’t look human anymore. It was quite big, covered in fur, and had massive claws that pulsed with veins of crimson blood.

“You blocked that?” She smiled, and veins bulged on her neck and face. “Color me surprised, I thought you were just a random kid skilled with the sword that monster picked up.” She licked her massive claws, “And your blood, you aren’t human, are you? Rakshasa.”

After getting suck in hell and dying there a while ago, Agnar had been revived as a Rakshasa, the same kind of monster his patron was, a Black Jaguar of the nine hells. But even he wasn’t as scary as the little girl in front of him, she was the same kind of horror Arad was, a pricolici.

“Upper A-class, lower S-class, a monster capable of sieging an entire city on its own. If you’re the same as Arad, I expect you have the blood magic of vampires, and the physical power of werewolves, and all of that is enchanted beyond the regular limits of those creatures, and poison as well.” Agnar lifted his sword and glared at her. “Alcott’s first rule: never start a fight with a monster near civilians. But if the fight has already started, go all out and finish it quickly to minimize the casualties.”

In the blink of an eye, he flashed toward her at lightning speed, and she dodged to the side with a grin and swung her massive claws at him. He blocked and tried to slash her head off, but she caught the blade in her mouth and kicked him back hard enough to almost make him shit his guts out.

Agnar took a deep breath as he landed, let his blood flow to his limbs, and then burst forward even faster than before. This was it; this was the time to put it all on the line and show what he was made of.

“Do you think! You can just come to the home of the Blade of the Capital and get away with your head intact?” Agnar’s sword clashed with her claws, and she just smiled while attacking back even faster.

The injured people crawled away in terror, drowning in their blood as they heard a cacophony of steel clashing and stones rupturing, the ground was torn, and whole walls were being blasted away and thrown around like papers in a storm. People were dying and getting fatally wounded left and right, and no one could understand what was going on.

All that those people could see were fleeting images of two kids trying to kill each other, a monstrous, ginger little girl, and a slightly older brat with a nasty glare on his face. The people knew who the kid was; the Blade of the Capital was already getting famous as a prodigy, but this was the first time they saw him move in front of them.

Agnar was already strong, but after becoming a Rakshasa, his physical prowess had increased to a level that only monsters could reach, and now he was moving faster than the eye could see and able to deliver a level of violence that made anyone shiver and run away.

The battle only lasted six seconds, and by the seventh second, blood splashed everywhere as Agnar’s left arm flew across the blue sky, but his blood wasn’t the only one in the air. Poppy’s entire head flew beside his arm, biting it in fact.

Both Agnar and Poppy were horrifying monsters that the people couldn’t even imagine, but at that moment, a true terror appeared. Arad himself spawned right in the middle of the battlefield, and he was looking pissed off enough that everyone who saw his face shat themselves and passed away.

Arad wasn’t here to talk, help, or waste time; he was here to capture Poppy and rip her apart limb by limb. But he was late.

Agnar was still standing, but wounded. He had lost an arm, an eye, and his entire body was riddled with wounds from head to toes. If Arad didn’t know he was alive, he would think he was a zombie.

On the other hand, Poppy, or at least this vessel, was dead. It had already reverted to the original body of the girl Poppy possessed. Olive skin, slightly taller, black hair and eyes, and looking like any random little girl you could see in the city. That body was now half-torn apart, filled with gaping cuts delivered by Agnar’s blade.

Beheading won’t kill a vampire, let alone a pricolici. Most likely, Agnar was trying to stall for time until Arad arrived, so he beheaded her to slow her down, but since she noticed, she decided to just give up on this vessel and flee.

Arad had no way of tracking her now, so he quickly changed his focus to treating Agnar and securing the body of the girl. He needs to make sure the brat survives and send the girl to Merlin to study and find out more about Poppy. After that, the body should go to Eris to prepare for a funeral, while some people look for her parents, if they were alive.

“Arad…” Agnar growled through his wounds. “Her nails were painted. She is a witch, not just an alchemist.”

From what Arad heard from Alcott, Poppy was a vampire alchemist before, and now had evolved into a pricolici. But it seems that wasn’t the only powerup she got. “Explains why I couldn’t teleport here naturally and why even sensing the disturbance took me so long.”

Since Arad was in the city, it should’ve taken him less than a second to respond, but as it seems, he didn’t. First, he didn’t sense the fight until three seconds had passed. He tried to void step toward it, but ended up in a different place twice, wasting two more seconds, and when he arrived here, he found himself lagging as the entire space was engulfed by a barrier.