The dragon’s harem

As Eris’s searing plasma shiv pierced Arad’s skull and burned the insides of his brain into ash, Eris’s other hand moved faster than lightning as she stabbed his chest several times with her other shiv, aiming at his hearts, lungs, and liver.

Even though Arad should’ve been fine with his incarnations still being somewhere else, Eris’s attacks still felt heavier than they should, and all of his incarnations buckled as the damage reached his soul. The Will of Murder was seeking to rend his life away, and Eris was delivering that right to his innards with each stab.

She was going to murder him, and to resist that, he had to deal directly with her will. Then, at that moment, his blood splashed out of the wounds like a razor-sharp torrent of teeth, each droplet feeling as solid as steel and as hot as plasma.

Eris flew back, the wounds she sustained from his blood quickly healing. But the moment she stopped moving, black veins emerged on her skin, and she buckled down, bleeding from her nose. Of course, he would react like that. If she were to use her murderous will to murder him, he would use his ownership over her to enslave her.

He was her Blood Lord, and she came from him; she belonged to him the same way a hand belongs to its owner. But it still felt a bit too oppressive to be just his pricolici’s dominion over her; it was something deeper, something sharper. It wasn’t only her feeling the slave shackles tightening around her heart and soul; it was the murder portfolio as well.

^Well, of course, he made everything, and we’re only free because he lets us. Everyone, mortal or divine, alive or inanimate, is AO’s property, creations, and slaves.^

Luckily, his dominion over the portfolio was too weak to control a goddess, just enough to annoy her. If Eris were a mere mortal, she would’ve been enslaved to Arad’s will with ease. That will probably have a part in how women tend to easily submit themselves to him, and how it doesn’t matter who he faces; they sometimes join his side.

But what made dealing with that influence is that Arad’s claim over them was primal, ingrained into their existence and the fabric of reality itself, because without him holding reality together, they cannot exist. It was the one way that the universe differentiates between the abominations and AO’s people, so to be fully free from his will, it is to be rejected by the universe and banished.

It was just like how Nyar had control over all abominations with his will; AO was the same. He just didn’t abuse that power.

But now, the situation was different. She was trying to murder him, and that will be leaking out with his Pricolici’s will to dominate and control her.

Eris smiled and then shouted at the top of her lungs, forcing even Amaterasu and Kali to cover their ears from how loud she was. “If you want me! Then come and get me!”

With a single swing of her arms, the entire area was blasted into flames as a solar flare ripped the crust of the universe apart and created a plume of flames, plasma, and molten rock that was as tall as fifty kilometers.

Eris flew back with flames bursting out of her titanic butterfly wings, looking back as Arad roared like a wild beast and jumped out of the fire, half burned to a crisp, half bloodied to the bones as he healed at blinding speed.

When he reached her, he swung his fist at her face, and she easily blocked his wrist with her shivs, and in the next moment, blasted him away with a purple solar flare to the face, causing another titanic explosion to shake the entire region.

She hit the ground among the flames, looked around, but before she could fully survey the area, she felt her entire body freeze for a second. Arad was right at her side, rushing like a bull, and he rammed her side so hard that she felt her ribs cracking, before he grabbed her by the chest and swung her so hard to the ground that he ripped her left breast off.

Eris smiled as she healed. Arad just won’t die, no matter what she blasts him with. Even when using the will of murder, killing this stubborn husband of hers still seemed as impossible as it was before. She saw him charging again, and this time swung upward, cleaving his torso in half from abs to neck.

As blood splashed and Arad froze for a second, his two halves separating, the veins jumped from each side and glued him together as he roared, flames and smoke gushing out of his wounds and mouth.

^Amaterasu’s avatar would’ve been long dead by now.^ She lifted her shivs and, with a single downward swing, unleashed another deadly blast. But this time, Arad wasn’t blasted away. Just a moment before the solar flare hit him, he dug his way into the universe crust and emerged right in front of Eris’s feet, grabbed her by the ankles, and started slamming her all over the place like a doll.

She managed to cut his arm and free herself, but not without taking a direct kick to the face, and being sent flying at several times the speed of sound. She stabilized herself and looked back at him with a passive face. Such a powerful kick still isn’t enough to harm her, so what is he planning?

But the moment her eyes met his, she noticed that his pupils were bright green, and she could hear a loud scream exploding inside her head. Her entire body felt rigid, and her very cells started turning into stone.

^Medusa’s curse? Doma’s powers.^ She forced the plasma and her vampiric blood to slow the curse down as her divine magic washed the cursed magic away, but in that moment of weakness, Arad already managed to grab her by the neck, and smack her to the ground, drag her face all over the place, and finally try to crush her chest with his fist. But before he could deliver the last blow, she blasted him away with another solar flare, fending him.

^How many tricks do you still have… no, wait. Why isn’t my reflection working?^ When she noticed it, it was already too late. Arad had already grabbed her again, and this time, his fist came crashing down at her face, before his long, pricolici tongue pierced her eye and injected his venom straight into her brain.

She reeled back as she kicked him away and stumbled, struggling to stand straight as his venom ravaged her insides. Arad’s poison was strange and unique; it didn’t work like any other toxin, and that was expected since he is the first pricolici.

Arad’s venom first attacked the bloodstream and used it to travel to the bones; there, it would inject its DNA into the bone marrow and rapidly produce new blood cells that have his mark, and they are under his control. Those new red blood cells would then trigger the immune system and turn the previous legitimate cells into the invaders, which causes the body to attack and clean them off.

With only Arad’s blood flowing inside the target, he can easily control them or even kill them at will. But that isn’t the end of his venom, since it causes extreme pain all over the body, and it can be described as every bone in your body turning into a sore tooth. But, as the blood attacks the brain, that pain gets reversed back into numbness and then pleasure, giving a strange sense of freedom and lightness, which only masks the rapidly accumulating damage, and the horrifying next part.

Arad can choose between either mutating the target with radiation rapidly or using that blood to turn the host into a Vampire Spawn or Werewolf Whelp under Arad’s command, robbing them of their freedom and control over their bodies. Either become a full-body cancer, or a slave to the beast. Still noting that Arad could just irradiate the body from the inside and kill it without doing anything else.

So in reality, it is a choice between a mutated blob of flesh, a servant, or death.

From sting to full transformation, the duration depends on the dose and the endurance of the target. A normal human would be turned in the blink of an eye, but Eris would take a while longer to be affected, at least several minutes.

Eris’s shiv flew upward and cut Arad’s tongue and then cut his throat open. “That thing doesn’t belong in my eye!” She pulled the stinger out and healed her eye, immediately turning her entire body into plasma to burn Arad’s venom to ash.

As if he understood her, he lunged at her at that instant and grabbed her by the face. She was still a burning mass of plasma, but without waiting a second, he sent his tongue stinger hurling down her throat. Arad’s venom also worked as a poison, and even if Eris was now made of plasma, she couldn’t maintain this form for long.

Eris stabbed Arad several times in the chest, but he didn’t even flinch. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get him to pull his tongue out of her throat, and in the end, had to bite it off. “When I say stop, you stop! And, even if I can’t speak with your tongue inside my throat, you can read my mind, so you’ve got no excuses!”

“An excuse?” Arad finally spoke again, and this time, she pissed herself when he glared down at her. “Why would I need that?” That oppressive feeling, was it a Domination portfolio, something similar? No, AO won’t have such a thing; he has to be operating on a higher realm.

After taking a second to think about it, Eris came to the conclusion that it had to be just AO’s right over everything and his pricolici dominion over her at effect.

“Say… you serious?” She looked worried for a second that this fight might’ve just turned Arad into an unstoppable monster.

Arad looked at her and smiled, “What? Did I scare you? You’re using murder, so I wanted to match it.”

The speed at which he shifts gears from a cold-blooded monster to his casual, calm, and teddy bear face was honestly scarier than anything he had ever done or shown her.