The dragon's harem

Even though Lucy had a very small and thin frame, to the orcs, she looked like a titan, moving among them like an unstoppable train. She grabbed one of them by the shoulder and bit his entire upper half apart before jumping at another, crushing that orc beneath her feet, before the snowy ground itself split apart and swallowed him alongside all nearby orcs.

Those moves weren’t human at all. Her long, slender arms, legs, and horrifying face all looked to move on their own, twitching and flinching in a blur of blood mist and divine magic. But unlike other divines, her divine magic wasn’t golden but dark red, screaming with the cries of those she consumed.

The orcs felt fear, but no longer could perceive their own hunger and starvation, because all of it had been shoved into the child standing in front of them, and she wanted them to either take it back or leave. They refused to leave, so without thinking too much about it, Lucy, who only wanted the pain to disappear, had decided to erase them all.

From the blood-marred snow, animals were born, an entire army of starving hyenas and rodents, all charging forward like a tide against the marching orcs. The orcs cried and screamed as they were torn and eaten alive by the beasts. It didn’t matter if an orc was massive, wore power armor or not when swarmed by a million starving rats, only fate that awaited them was a slow, painful death.

One of the orcs, a titanic general who stood at almost six meters tall in his mechanized Power Armor, had suffered the same grim fate, and the agony he went through was broadcast live to the orc commanders back in their world through his telecommunication devices.

The rats entered the power armor through the air vents and exhaust pipe. Many died in the great machine’s engines and gears, but when the corpses grew too numerous, they clocked the mechanical gears and shut the Armor’s power engine down.

As the rats swarmed his cockpit, he tried to fight them in the tight space with his combat knife and a portable welding torch, but it was useless. The rats consumed his eyes, tongue, and ears, then crawled into his body through his throat and anus, carefully eating their way through and avoiding vital organs to keep the meat as fresh as possible.

It took the hardy orc two minutes to pass out and die, and those last moments were far too agonizing even for the commanders to endure listening to. But what made the situation even more horrifying was that the poor orc wasn’t alone.

The little girl, Lucy, had summoned the rats and hyenas to deal with the huge number of orcs. The hyenas can kill the regular orcs, but their fangs won’t reach the ones wearing power armor or hiding in tanks, so that was the rats’ job. Each second, tens of thousands of orcs were suffering the same grim fate, getting eaten alive by the rats and wild dogs.

The orcs’ commanders quickly realised something. They have invaded the world to eat it, and this little girl is doing the same to them. They were smart and equipped enough to analyse the magic coming from the rats and hyenas and learn that they aren’t separate beings but just an extension of Lucy.

Far at the back of the army, the soldiers watched in utter horror. They have faced many aliens, but none of them were this predatory, consuming their men alive. One of the soldiers, a tall gaunt man in his power armor frowned and pointed his titanic, anti-material rifle-cannon, aiming at Lucy’s head.

The barrel was twice as big as that of a tank, firing a shell far more massive, yet as accurate as a sniper’s bullet, and four times as fast. One shot can penetrate twenty meters of steel, and if the right round is used, could even punch a hundred-meter hole through stone.

No explosives, no expansion, just hardness, speed, and a lot of kinetic energy to yield the best piercing round the orcs have ever created.

He took aim, zeroed on Lucy’s bloodied face, and heard the gun’s circuits charging, the batteries wheezing, and felt the heat hit his face as he was about to pull the trigger. The gun roared, and at first, all he could see was the smoke cloud in front of him.

This gun was the most accurate they had, and he was certain that the bullet hit Lucy’s face directly and should’ve taken her down. But when the smoke cleared, he shat himself. Lucy was standing there, with the bullet caught between her shark-like teeth he didn’t even notice how large her jaw had grown to accommodate the massive size, but it just did.

She clenched her jaws, and the bullet crumbled like a walnut between her molars. She chewed and swallowed it whole, and then gave the orc a sharp glare from miles away. She spoke, and he couldn’t hear her. But he could read her lips, and even without knowing what she meant, he mumbled the sound she should’ve made back to the other orcs.

”Fish?”

The snow beneath their feet instantly exploded, and from it, a titanic Bloop with a jaw as wide as a hundred meters swallowed everything with a single bite, and it wasn’t alone. As the entire land the orcs’ army stood on cracked and shattered, the massive ice shards sinking into the depths, they noticed something horrifying.

The sea beneath them was as black as tar, and from behind the Bloop, a swarm of large sharks, Megalodons numbering in the hundreds, burst to swallow them. The dice floating in the sky above the massacre started spinning rapidly once again, and this time, both Arad and Gojo could clearly sense it.

Entropy, not the divine herself, but her divine magic. Through her wild magic, Lucy was forcing a chunk of Limbo into the mortal world to destroy the orcs, and it was clear that Entrop herself had no will in this matter.

Consumption, the act of eating and devouring others to grow. That was the very core of entropy. Stars consume galactic dust to be born, humans eat to live, and even the gods feed upon the people’s prayers. The flux and flow of energy, that was the entropy of the universe, and Lucy, as the one who stands above gluttony and consumption while being a wild magic user above all, could understand it best.

As her body burned with divine magic, her fur coat disintegrated alongside her flesh, and as she disappeared from the ground, a dark moon emerged in the heart of the sky.

That dark moon grew a titanic eye that glared down at the panicking orcs and opened seven maws filled with razor teeth. As her tongue extended down toward the ground, the swarm of Megalodons started to fly in the air alongside the Bloop, leading them, and the rodents and hyenas covered the frozen wasteland.

The orcs have pissed off the wrong divine, and what glared down at them was a pure nightmare. As they all looked up in shock, they could hear something loud roaring in the horizon. Their day was only getting worse each second, as the thing coming was the previous Super-class alien they had faced before; she hadn’t died.

”LUCY!” Isdis shouted, glaring up at her little sister, who was now a nightmarish living moon of pure hunger and maws.

The moon’s tongue stopped approaching the ground, and so did the flying megalodons. For a second, silence fell, and then a voice boomed from the sky. ”You’re here to stop me?” Her void was shaking, cracking, as if she was about to cry.

Isdis smiled as she flew into the sky on Kory’s back. ”No, I’m here to help.” As she pointed her rapier down, her entire body burned with divine magic, and the one-eyed moon behind smiled. ”Are you up for some ice cream?”

”Always.” As Lucy replied, a titanic storm spawned over the orcs, freezing them whole without hurting Lucy’s familiars.

”I thought no other god could enter the mortal world with Lucy filling everything up.” Gojo asked, and Arad replied as if he knew what he was talking about. ”Entropy and Stillness are two opposite powers; they cancel each other.”