The dragon's harem

Chapter 953: Alaric’s Castle

Blood rushed to Arad’s head; he was watching the whole time while controlled. Every wizard that was within a thousand-kilometer range from him felt a sharp pulse in magic. A heavy wave that almost jolted them dead but it quickly faded away, leaving them thinking it was nothing but a passing headache.

That was Arad almost going berserk, allowing anyone to feel the full extent of his magic. He was keeping his magic and presence hidden at all times to protect people, but when enraged, he failed to keep that check for a split second, almost causing a disaster.

Alaric opened his eyes inside the basement of his castle, the glowing magic circle around him slowly faded as he sighed; his plan had failed halfway, but he was certain he fatally wounded Lunara, and killing her was a decent enough result. This would allow him to dominate a third layer in the abyss.

Alaric didn’t just own one layer of the abyss; he technically owned two. The one his castle is located in, and the one beneath him. He had managed to force the demon lord of that layer to submit.

He cracked a smile, his large hyena-like face giggling on its own. That woman had been the bane of his life for centuries, and now with her dead, he could finally rise to the top. The power of the moon should be only his to command.

He stood and walked out of the circle, his long claws scrapping against the old stone floor. He then cracked his neck, picking up his two swords from the wall as he covered his furry body with a large coat made of the folded skin of lesser demons. That is how the ones who objected to his rule have ended, skinned alive and turned into garments for him to wear.

As he grabbed the door’s knob and opened it up, they were gone, the guards who were supposed to be standing beside the ritual room. It was strange, even Alaric stopped for a second and sniffed the air, they were here a minute ago. Did they go to eat? No, food is usually delivered to the guards so they won’t move an inch.

Whatever it was, he had memorized their scent and would skin them later. He indeed needed new footwear and their hide would make magnificent fur boots.

With each step he took toward the stairs to get out -the ritual room was hidden in the basement of his castle- something seemed…a bit off. He could smell the servants of his castle, but not hear or see a single one of them. This place would usually be filled with screams and cries, servants cursing and guards beating them for fun.

For a moment, he appreciated the silence.

He started climbing the spiral stairs, thinking about what might be going on. It was then that something came to mind, it might be his wife who gathered everyone in the throne room, that would be the case if another demon lord attacked the layer.

Who’s the fool who attacks my layer of the abyss?^ He growled, making a mental note that he must find and kill them. ^And why did she even call my guards? I’ll beat her in front of everyone for such a deadly mistake, what if my defenseless body got attacked?^ He was indeed vulnerable in the ritual room as he was controlling Arad’s body, anyone strong enough to break the door could’ve killed him. He was certain that anyone in the castle wasn’t powerful enough to open the ritual room, but if an attack came from the outside by another demon lord, the guards could wake him up with magic so he could fight.

As he came out of the stairs and walked across the empty hallways, he became certain that his wife had gathered everyone in the throne room for an urgent matter. Alaric headed there, grunting. The first thing he woke up to was work, he had wished to enjoy torturing someone as a change and to get some frustration out. Sadly, he’ll be going out right away to fight the fool attacking his layer.

He stood before the massive gold and obsidian door of the throne room and lifted his foot, kicking the door open. “What is the meaning…” He was about to start yelling at his wife, but he immediately fell silent upon what he saw.

A pale elvish woman wearing a one-piece black dress with a slit up to the hips and a large wizard hat on her head. Her long flowing pink hair danced like snakes as curses crackled from her feet up to her hands. She walked across the middle of the large throne room, dragging the wife’s corpse by the eye socket as she threw her into a one-meter-wide black hole.

On the side, a nun with short black hair and a lot of freckles on her face sat on the ground, holding a short spear on the ground with some of Alaric’s servants lined before her. The servants approached her one by one and sat on the spear, skewering themselves from the arse to the throat. That was a reasonable choice over the alternatives.

After the servants died, the nun would throw them into a black hole of her own like they were some nicely cooked kababs.

On the other side, Kayden was sharpening his blade, he looked at it for a second and then swung at one of the lined guards of Alaric. He was testing the katana’s sharpness on them. He looked at the blade, “Still dull.” Kayden mumbled as he started sharpening it again as the terrified guards picked up their dead comrade and threw him into a black hole.

In the other corner, he saw the pale night standing there with a bunch of his higher generals begging her. Her body opened into a massive maw, and she ate one of them whole. As the next general came in begging for his life, he got ordered to go to the nun to kill him. He threw himself down, kissing her feet and pleading to be killed by her. Out of everyone in the room, dying in her maw was the best ending.

Demons slashed by Kayden’s sword never die, they keep suffering the agony of their injuries until he allows them to die. Dying with a spear up his ass, impaled like chicken wasn’t nice either, and he didn’t want to even think about the horrors afflicted by that pink-haired witch- elf.

The one sitting on Alaric’s throne was a large muscular man, he was Arad. “Doma, Zia…he came.” Arad said with a deep growl, and the two looked at the door.

“Finally woken up? Dreams have ended, welcome to suffering.” Doma looked at him with a smile, “Your wife had cried well, but that wasn’t enough. I’m taking her as a lab rat.” That pink-haired elf was Doma the queen of curses, she had used a [Gemini] and [Virgo] to take a physical form.

“Can I impale him?” Zia flicked her fingers and a blood spear appeared beneath all the servants lining in front of her, impaling them in an instant. That attack killed the general who was busy begging the pale night as well.

As Arad stood, Kayden and the pale night approached him, “We’re going now.” Kayden said and all those guards who were waiting for him to kill them got slashed in half. “Go all out, I can replace them and restore balance later.”

“The layer beneath this has one nasty demon lord as well, he’s an ally of Alaric, a demon lord who’s an expert in body disfiguration. Can you kill him as well for me?” The pale night asked freēwebnovel.com

with a smile.

“What’s in it for me?” Arad asked as he stood and approached her.

“Nothing, it’s just a favor.” She replied and Arad nodded, “Got it. I’ll do that, but you’ll owe me one.”

“I owe you twice if you wanted.” She patted his shoulder and disappeared like a ghost, and the same for Kayden, one second, he was standing there, and in the other, he wasn’t. Arad started walking toward Alaric, “Zia, kill anyone that escapes. This layer and the one below, all demons must die.” This was a message and example. The abyss had proved a danger to Arad and his wives, so he needed to send a message and give all demon lords a reason to fear him.

“If I got them all, would you let me get a sip?” She looked at him, licking her red lips with a

thirsty glare.

“I’ll give you blood if you do a good job.” Arad replied and she disappeared with a shout,

“YEAH!”

As Arad and Doma approached Alaric, the floor cracked beneath Arad’s feet and rotted beneath Doma’s. Alaric was pissed off as well, he stood there, giving them a mad death glare, “I’ll skin you two alive.” His demon lord aura burst out, engulfing the whole layer. This was his true body, not a fake or a possessed one like earlier. His power can’t be compared to

before.