The dragon's harem

The angel then looked back at Arad with a wry smile, “By the way, we’re dangerously low on divine magic. Do you mind assigning us to a patron god?”

While the angels will serve Arad, they can’t operate without a constant source of divine magic. Arad himself can’t supply them, but he already has three goddesses who could take that role —four if he counts Isabelle —but she is far too weak now.

The easiest answer would be throwing them straight at Kali and having her take care of them, but that seems to be the most wasteful option in the long term. He could feel that it won’t be that easy to shift them from one goddess to another.

That had left Arad with one option for power and a future that could. “Got it! How about this divine magic?”

Arad swung his arm, and a spark of golden light rushed forward, connecting with the angel’s arm. “But only a third of you all!”

The angel closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, feeling the warm divine magic burning through her veins. Her soul burned and sparked, reaching through time and space until she felt the divine goddess owning that divine magic.

Hot, brilliant, bloodlust, and an indomitable will to bring death and an end to all. Inside the angel’s soul, a divine purple sun burned with incandescent heat, turning her insides into a lifeless, burning desert of death and rot.

The angel opened her eyes, which now burned with brilliant purple plasma and a lustful thirst for blood and killing.

As the spark of divine magic jumped between the angels, the first one of them already flew at Alexander, her fist radiating with purple light.

Alexander noticed the divine magic, cursed, and flew away, “Katal’s murder? Is that fucker now in bed with that bitch Amaterasu, how in the nine hells are you using that divine…” Before he could finish, he was forced to shut up and try to block her fist.

The punch that looked normal carried the power of the sun behind it, exploding into a radiant purple inferno upon contact.

That was Eris’s divine magic, a purple sun that shines upon the desolate lands and rotting carcasses left after great massacres and murders. But Alexander’s knowledge was outdated. He didn’t even know that Katal was dead, or that Eris took that portfolio while being a paladin of Amaterasu.

That explained his confusion.

As he flew back, the other angels who received Eris’s divine power surrounded him, swinging weapons crafted from boiling plasma.

But there was a problem: Eris was a demi-goddess, not a full one. That made it so only the first angel received the full blessing while the others only got a bit of power, enough to allow them to fight, but nowhere near what the first one got.

In the meantime, Arad had already given the second third of the angels to Mira, allowing them to start fighting as well. But unlike those blessed by Eris, they didn’t receive any deadly fighting divine magic, only enough energy to fight in their basic style.

Of course, angels were angels, just giving them raw divine magic was enough to turn them into terrifying, deadly fighters, and the lightless void of Gojo’s expansion roared with divine magic and light as the violence of the battle between the thousands of angels and Alexander shattered the world.

Arad couldn’t decide whether to give the last third to Kali or split them between Mira and Eris, so he refrained from giving them any divine power and ordered them to surround the area and keep an eye on the battle. Be the scouts for everyone else and keep their eyes on Alexander’s every move.

Then, without wasting any time, Arad jumped into the chaos and started swinging with the angels, putting even more pressure on the rapidly weakening Alexander. The three incarnations fought while the last one watched, trying to catch anything that might slip through the chaos.

Arad didn’t know what tricks Alexander could pull, and he wasn’t about to put his guard down to find out.

It didn’t escape Alexander or Arad’s attentions that the angels were overly enthusiastic about this fight. Doing their best and going overboard, especially when Arad was looking in their direction.

Gojo’s expansion won’t last long; the damage he took from peeking into the forbidden knowledge was severe, even more than what Alexander took.

The reason was simple:

Alexander was both a god and an abomination; his alien mind could recover faster and was more used to twists and shock.

The fact that Gojo could still keep his expansion up and hinder Alexander’s senses is a terrifying feat on its own.

Of course, this knowledge was quickly shared across the angels, and they knew they didn’t have much time left. It was time to end this fight.

The first angel who took Eris’s divine magic was the one to lead the charge. Unlike Arad, she had spent untold centuries fighting both abominations and gods. She might be weaker now, but she had far more experience, making her the best spearhead to take Alexander down.

She flew into the sky, and the other angels assisted Arad as he restrained Alexander. She was going to pull as much power as she could from Eris and stab him with it.

The angel’s massive wings grew even bigger and burst with purple divine light. She pulled even more divine magic from Eris, purple plasma, murder, and the heat of the burning sun. She charged all that power into one strike, channeling it down like a wedge, aiming straight for Alexander’s soul.

She was going to murder him; that was the will of a divine being, and he wasn’t a divine being anymore to resist it.

Eris’s divine will and right dropped on Alexander, pushing him down. A demi-goddess was ordering his soul to rip apart, ordering his flesh to be murdered, and his feeble -now mortal- will struggled to resist.

It was then that a gentle, soothing voice boomed across the sky, carrying infinite bloodlust and malice. [You called me a bitch earlier, didn’t you?]

Amaterasu, the goddess behind Eris, had heard Alexander curse her earlier, and she took it personally. Her divine magic dropped from the heavens like a massive sledgehammer on the wedge the angel created, hammering it down with enough power to crush Alexander’s will like a drop of oil in a river.

The burning divine wedge the angel created, ripping right through Alexander’s arms and tearing half of his body, burned it into ash, cremating half of him before he could even die.

While the gods can’t risk getting close to Alexander as he might infect them, using their messengers and angels didn’t put them at risk, especially when Gojo’s expansion is keeping Alexander’s abominable powers in check.

Arad floated toward the injured Alexander, surrounded by angels, vampires, and vile demons. “It’s over for you. I’m just starting.” He had pulled his vampire army and the demon army he used in the Volcanic Titan’s kingdom.

No matter how Alexander looked at him, something about Arad was off. How could he command all of those creatures at once? Angels flew around him, lusting over the idea of just touching him. The vampires prided themselves on being a part of his blood, and the demons seemed to both fear and respect him, worshipping him like he was their god.

“Shit!” Alexander growled.