The dragon's harem

Poppy is crazy, but calculated, a monster that no one is ever fully ready for. Blood silently bubbled out of the sewer’s manhole in one of the back alleyways. A beggar who was around stated later on that he could hear faint cries of agony coming from the depths.

The blood frothed out and then flooded the alleyway, seeping into the houses on each side. Anyone who touched the blood was infected, and their bodies quickly melted. What was stranger was that they felt no pain; they just turned into puddles of muddy flesh in confusion.

Poppy was sitting on an old barrier inside the sewers, looking at a bloodied corpse with a smile. “Flesh magic, the magic that controls living flesh. I hate using that woman’s magic, but I can’t argue with how powerful it is.” The witch who picked up Poppy in the past was a Flesh Witch, and her magic is the reason Poppy is stuck in her young form. The witch’s goal at the time was to train and eventually use Poppy as a vessel.

She pointed at the corpse with a single finger, and black smoke gushed out of her nail. As the corpse got engulfed, it started twitching and spazzing in agony, and soon, its eyes burst open. The dead man stood, still covered in blood, as he gazed at Poppy with an emotionless face.

“Turns out the best way to learn flesh magic is to be experimented on by it for years.” She giggled, “All of those years of that witch toying with my body paid off, and I now can use this magic better than her.”

When the witch tried to take over Poppy’s body, Poppy at that time had already surpassed her in knowledge of flesh magic, and within that tug of war between their souls and magic, Poppy came victorious. The witch failed to control her body and died, leaving Poppy with all of her legacy.

“Should’ve focused on studying vampires or immortality.” Poppy pointed at the manhole near them. “The city should be chaos now. Go out and bait those vampires. I’ll get my hit in the chaos.”

The man’s body twisted and contorted as he cried, and soon, a second Poppy was standing in his place, stuck in the baggy clothes. She looked down at herself and then sighed. “I gotta find new clothes.” She then left, leaving the original one back in the sewers to deal with something else.

The Poppy in the sewers watched as her flesh clone left, and then sighed. “Of course, I can’t kill that monster.” She looked at her hands, and black tentacles emerged from the shadows behind her, slithering all around her body.

She felt them and shivered. Soon, a beautiful and pale face emerged by her side. He was handsome with glowing blue eyes and bright white hair; his eyes reflected the blue sky, and the black tentacles pulsed with his magic.

[Of Course, you can’t kill him. He is the Primordial Overgod AO. When the time comes, summon me.] The face spoke, and she smiled.

“As you wish, my Mad God, Cain Lisworth.” The tentacles faded away into black smoke, and she could feel them slithering beneath her skin.

A scream shook the sky of the capital, and the stench of blood engulfed the sky. The people ran away, but the sanguine flood was even faster, consuming them one after another. The knights and guards tried to barricade the roads with sandbags and carts, but the blood just melted everything, causing mayhem in the western trade district.

The news almost immediately reached Arad’s ears, and everyone headed there to deal with the attack. It seemed that, unlike the last time, Poppy had decided it was smart to just throw a bomb into the streets.

Arad stood at the side of the street with a frown. “That isn’t blood, it looks like blood, but it’s just a massive amount of liquid flesh.”

“It is similar to an ooze.” Merlin landed by his side, “I got as many people into safety, but sadly, many have already died in the flood. That thing melts flesh and bones; anyone who touches it would die.”

“Even us?” He asked, and she shook her head. “No, depends on the amount of mana. The less you have, the quicker that thing can melt you.” She waved her staff.

“But the real problem is going to start now.” She pointed at the flood of red blood, and soon deformed monsters started crawling out of it like crocks out of a muddy river.

Arad flinched. “It’s the same kind of monsters that attack Mira.” Those ugly horrors were made from patched human parts, hands, arms, legs, organs, and bones, all sewn together with black threads.

Arad clenched his fist and jumped at one of the monsters. “Track the rest and kill them all. And, keep an eye out for Poppy.”

With a single swing of his palm, Arad ripped the large monster in half, tore another to pieces, and quickly crushed one beneath his foot. He stared down at them for a second and sighed. “Can’t I have a single day of peace? Are you trying to drive me mad?”

Of course, he didn’t get a single answer from the monsters, and so he kept killing them as they came out of the blood. Of course, he tried to erase or suck the blood into his stomach, but nothing worked. He didn’t understand how Poppy, who was weaker than him, could resist his power, but the results speak for themselves.

“Spread across the area and deal with the monsters. Find ways to divert the flow of this blood-like flood, and make sure the people don’t get hurt.” Arad shouted, and all the soldiers alongside some of his wives began to move.

On the other side of the capital, Poppy’s flesh golem, who took her shape, crawled out of the shadows with a smile on her face. She pulled several boxes in front of a window and used it to climb inside.

Inside the house, a woman turned around and looked out of the kitchen. She could see the little girl jump into her house, dressed in baggy clothes that clearly belonged to an adult. “You there! What are you doing?”

Poppy smiled and waved her hands. “Aunty, hide and seek!”

The woman sighed and approached her. “What are you brats up to… where do you live? I’ll call your parents to come take you back.” She reached toward Poppy, oblivious to the monster that was in front of her.

A minute later, Poppy was sitting in the upper room and going through the woman’s clothes. “I was right, you had kids!” Inside the woman’s closet, she found clothes that fit her. She then looked at the corpse nailed to the wall. “Thank you, aunty!”

Poppy found a nice short dress, shorts, a jacket, and a pair of shoes that were slightly bigger than hers, but she didn’t mind. “Those belong to a boy, but it’s fine.” She wore them, tied her hair into a ponytail, and put on a hat.

“What do you think? Do they suit me?” Poppy asked, and then sighed. “I guess corpses can’t reply.” She sighed and quickly left the house. She didn’t have a lot of time; that flood of blood won’t distract Arad for too long. The mad god said she’ll have about an hour at best, so if she doesn’t want Arad to tear her apart, she’d better work quickly.