The dragon's harem

While Arad flew out with the drakainas out of the Rainbow Mountain, his other incarnation was still flying through Euri’s world, consuming everything in his path.

The more he ate, the bigger Eris’s world grew, and the bigger Eris’s world became, the easier it was for the angels to get the materials necessary to build her palace. And with the palace taking shape, those angels were able to draw the divine spells on its wall, allowing Eris a bit of respite as her divine duties were automated.

The building process was so fast that it was scary- the angels easily twisted the fabric of her sun and bent steel with their bare hands, raising great walls, sprawling gardens, and everlasting pools of roiling plasma.

It would’ve taken much longer, but Eris was lucky. She had Arad, who could easily provide all the building materials she needed, and her angels weren’t newborns- they were old, experienced, and powerful.

As Arad flew across the sky, he sucked everyone into his stomach so they could make it back first. He, on the other hand, would have to keep going to the Metallic Dragons. That flying fortress should be somewhere on the other side of the world.

Eris landed right on her sun and looked down, confused. Her feet were resting on a blinding, radiant, scorching sea of plasma. This was the surface of her sun; it was hot enough to evaporate anything it touched.

Looking up, she could see the vampires and everyone else who lived in Arad’s small world; they were far, far away, but she could somehow see them, as if the light of her sun were her eyes.

Eris now has to get used to being a goddess.

First, everyone and everything bathed in her sunlight is a part of her domain; she can sense, feel, and know of them. She knew that Amaterasu could see and hear everything that stood in sunlight, but experiencing this was a whole other feeling.

That was also the ability that allowed her to protect the vampires from being cooked alive by the sun.

She smiled, and her toes grew into roots, seeping deeper into the sun’s crust. As she giggled, her legs grew long and so did her torso, turning her into a five-meter-tall, slender woman with a body formed of dark purple plasma.

Her giggles grew into a laugh, which quickly turned into maniacal laughter. Eris had never let her own power get to her head, but this time, it was just too funny. For the first time, she can do something better than Arad.

She wasn’t impressed by her own plasma, divine power, or even authority. But in the process of becoming a divine being, she had gained a new power, one that surpassed Arad by a landslide.

She now could manipulate gravity, not as perfectly as Arad, but at a much, much bigger scale. Arad can at best lift a few massive mountains and throw them around, but she, Eris, was able to swing the entire mortal world as she ascended. That power had gone nowhere; it was right here, beneath her feet.

The angels who were flying around and building her palace noticed her laughing and approached, suddenly freezing in place as they saw her towering over them as a five-meter-tall, slender woman. Her body danced with the sun’s gravity, growing bigger and bigger, licking the void of space like a titanic solar flare of pure purple plasma.

Then out of nowhere, Eris’s laughter died, and she shrank back to her normal size, landing right in front of the angels. They all immediately knelt to the ground, and she looked at them with glowing red eyes and a smile.

“Goddess Eris, welcome home.” One of the angels spoke, and Eris considered her with a faint smile.

“Beautiful, this place. Pure and clean, radiant and powerful.” She patted the angel on the shoulder, “Do you know how Archons are made, born, or promoted?”

The angel looked at Eris in silence, then spoke, “Two things are needed: absolute, mindless, blind faith from the angel’s side, and a harrowing sea of divine magic from their god.”

Eris looked to the side, her eyes landing on the small planet orbiting her sun in the distance, “So, only angels.”

The angel froze, her eyes opening wide, “No, it’s not just angels, it can be anyone or anything. The faith is what matters most. Chad, the human god, also known as Adam, had an archon born from his own rib; her name was Eve.”

“I see… thank you. I’ll be going now, but I’ll come back in a few hours.” Eris then disappeared, sinking into the vast sea of plasma beneath them. The angels remained kneeling for a while before standing up.

Eris appeared beside Arad inside Alina’s castle. She looked at him with a smile. “How is Tyal doing?”

“She is back home. I sent her there to visit her parents’ graves.” He replied and looked at the window, “It’ll take her a while to fully calm down.”

“I see…” Eris turned toward the door, “I’m going to the city below. Want to come?”

“Maybe later, I need to get Isdis up to speed. Many things happened all at once.” He looked at her, and she nodded.

“With Tyal’s parents dying, the political relationship should be a mess, and now we even have Lola to deal with, and me becoming a goddess.” She opened the door, “It’ll be a lot of work. See you later.”

She had wanted to go on a walk with Arad, but just seeing the amount of work he has to deal with now was sickening. The empire was growing rapidly, and he couldn’t keep throwing everything on Isdis and Roberta to deal with.

With that in mind, Eris walked alone through the hallways of the private section of the castle, greeting the maids on her way out. The poor girls were still busy cleaning and fixing everything that had been turned into a mess earlier when she transformed.

Not many of the maids here knew that Eris was now a full-fledged goddess; very few did. Right now, she was powerful, but could also feel the world suppressing her powers.

All gods were nerfed heavily when inside the universe and outside their heavens. So the only two places Eris could show her full power were inside her own heaven or outside the universe’s boundary in the war against the abominations.

She could feel it now around her, the universe suppressing her powers. It felt like she just woke up from a nap, not feeling rested at all, with all of her body being stiff and numb.

She stretched and took a deep breath. Then, with a single wave of her hand, she called Zia out, who appeared beside her without making a sound.

“You called me?” Zia looked at Eris for a long moment, then tilted her head as she didn’t get an answer.

“I did…” Eris suddenly spoke, “But not for any reason. Everyone is just too busy, and I was thinking of taking a stroll across the city. Care to join me?”

Zia blinked several times. “Oh, so we’ve got nothing important to do?” She sighed, and her attitude immediately changed.

Zia stretched and then approached the wall, looking at her own reflection in one of the decorative frames. “Hm…” Her hair was cut short, and her blue eyes were as radiant as ever. The only strange thing about her was the nun’s clothes she wore without the headpiece.

She then turned toward Eris and looked at her, “You too…” Eris was wearing her leather armor as she did most of the time. “You’d better find something better to wear.” She then clapped her hands, “MAIDS!”

In just a few seconds, nine maids rushed toward them. Those were Eris’s servants; they heard Zia’s call and came as quickly as they could.

“We’re going out on a stroll, get us something nice to wear.” She looked at herself, “I was thinking a white summer dress would do it for me. Something light and refreshing.” She then looked at Eris, “For her…”

Eris looked at the maids, “Give me a common dress, nothing fancy.” She then pointed at one of the maids, “You! We’re basically the same height and build. Can I borrow one of your robes?”

“Me?! Yes!” The maid ran away to bring something for Eris while the others went to the nearest changing room.