The dragon's harem

Chapter 854: Restless



"To think I'd see Uranus here...well that sounds wrong, isn't it?" Jordan took a step back, ready to bolt away. ZON! Arad teleported directly to him and crapped him by the chest, his claws digging behind the ribs.

"You bastard!" Jordan swung a fist at Arad's face and punched him several times, but he didn't budge an inch. "Let me go..."

Arad's magic started rapidly dropping until it reached a mere third of his power. "What are you trying to do?" Jordan noticed that and started looking around if Arad was conjuring any massive attack, but he found nothing.

"Unlike you; greedy demi-god, I'm not seeking power. I've got a family to support, what I seek is stability and peace." Arad replied and Jordan noticed that a third of Arad's magic was rushing to Mira in the back.

"You think it's wise to worry about others while fighting me, a demi-god?" Jordan smiled, "For that foolish thinking, I'll kill you right here and now."

From Arad's back, a clone appeared and walked toward the girls to protect them, taking what remained of Arad's power with him and leaving him with less than 5%. "You don't seem to understand...this is your worth, lesser than the dirt we walk upon." Arad plunged his hand into Jordan's stomach and started searching his bowels.

"There it is." Arad pulled Gojo's golden nut from Jordan's stomach, "This isn't yours, so I'll be taking it back."

"Give it back." Jordan growled.

Arad threw Jordan on the ground, and smashed his legs with a tail smack, leaving him unable to stand. "What's up demi-god, heal up." Arad walked toward him.

With a

th a cry, Jordan healed himself, but it was considerably slower than before now that he lost Gojo's nut. It was what provided him with all of that extra mana and magical power. Now he's finding it hard to maintain spells and barriers.

Jordan tried to jump at Arad with a clenched fist, but Arad immediately swung a kick and ripped his arm and jaw in a single swipe.

Jordan didn't flinch and instead gathered all of his divine magic in a single attack, it'll only take him a fraction of a second to regain it afterward so it's not a problem, all he needs is enough to kill Arad, he can see that he's a vampire weak to divine magic.

A massive spear of pure divine magic formed between Jordan and Arad, flying straight at Arad's chest. Lydia cried in the back, jumping in to try and deflect it, but she was far too late. The spear hit Arad in the chest and burst in a blinding flash.

"ARAD!" Everyone screamed and Jordan laughed, "What a fool! Taking it head-on, did you give up on life? As expected from a lowly vampire, you can't withstand my divine light!"

As the light faded, Arad was standing engulfed in black mist and Jordan went silent, "You light cannot..." Countless eyes opened on Arad's whole body as he started bleeding with vampire spawn heads coming out of him. "Illuminate my darkness..."

Jordan turned crying, trying to escape but the endless flood of vampires surrounded, ripped, and ate him alive.

Arad stood with a smile and an orb of light appeared in his palm. "You aren't even worth it as food, let alone anything else." Arad could see inside his own stomach, the vampire spawns did eat Jordan alive, but as a demi-god, he did regenerate. He could use him as an infinite food source, but Arad found a better use for him, one that is inspired by Vlad.

Arad impaled Jordan and started using him as a blood slave, but before that, he looked at his soul and found that shining orb in it, his divine portfolio. Unlike Korah's soul which was so protected that getting close to it was impossible, Jordan's one was easy, probably since he's a demi-god, not a true god.

Arad smiled, "Now I get it." Looked at the impaled Jordan, "Almost nothing to the army's blood need, but you'll be a plus. Vlad indeed had a great taste, people like you are better impaled."

DIN! In a weird light, Jordan's body disappeared alongside his soul. Arad gasped, looking around, "Filthy pig, running away?" He tried to track the magic but failed, "Wait...this sensation, it's like when Vars died..." He sighed, "Didn't run away but died, your soul got erased. Deserved, but a waste of a perfectly fine blood bag."

Arad looked at the shining orb with a smile, "At least we got this back." He held the divine portfolio of greed in his hand.

Arad walked back toward the girls holding the divine portfolio in his hand, "That thing is done."

They all sighed and lay on the ground, exhausted to the bone. "Told you...this fight wouldn't last if he was here." Eris giggled.

Lydia looked at Arad's hand. He showed it to them, "It's his portfolio of greed."

Eris smiled, "I guess, he was here to kill Eris and take her portfolio of murder. It ended up with you taking his."

Aella sighed, "And now you're a demi-god as well..." She looked smiled, "We've got a lot of work waiting for us."

Arad looked at the portfolio, "I don't need it." He looked at them, "Who wants it? It'll be better to make you stronger so you can survive when I'm not around."

Everyone looked at him in silence. "NO! NO! You killed him, the portfolio is yours!" Merida gasped.

"She's right!" Aella stared at him, "What are you doing by giving it to us? You're the one who defeated a demi-god."

"She's right, we barely managed to hold him in one place. No matter how much we damaged him, he kept coming back." Eris shook her head.

"That's what I'm saying." Arad nodded, "You're the ones who need more power, not me." He stored the portfolio in his stomach, "Feel free to discuss it between you and decide who'll get it." Arad smiled, "But for now, I need to leave. I've had Doma curse me into this form, a mix between dragons and humans to patch my human soul and allow me to move and take control for a while." He extended his wins, "If I remain in it for long, it might become permanent so I must go. This would also extend the time I need to heal my soul, so added a week or two." "Wait! We haven't finished talking yet. How do you expect us to take the portfolio just like that?" Aella approached, "And decide it among ourselves? What about you?"

"I said it to Jordan, didn't I? I've got a family to support. Protecting you is the first priority, everything else comes afterward." He flapped his wings, "We'll talk later over magic, for now, I really need to go." Arad flew away with his clone, he couldn't leave him here. "What about...the fight outside, what did happen?" Merlin mumbled in the back.

****

Sometime earlier and just after Arad left Korah, things were about to change. Korah looked back at the two blue eyes glaring at him with a stern face. "This magic...it's odd..."

He clenched his and took a step forward, "This is funny, isn't it? You're really something!"

From the dust, Gojo walked forward, his eyes looked straight forward with a deathly pale stare. A large draconic ghost standing behind him, moving his corpses with strings of necrotic

magic.

"Of course, you won't die in peace." Korah shouted with a large smile on his face. "You could've gone to heaven, or rotten in hell. But you've gotten unsolved regrets, do you?" There are usually four options for death, going to heaven, going to a plane of torment, getting completely destroyed like what happened to Vars, and Gojo landed in the last one. In this world, Ghosts and wraiths exist, they are the souls of the dead who couldn't find peace in death, and they come back to haunt the living until their dreams are cleared. A mother who couldn't see her child, a father who died in war, a knight who failed to protect his king, a kid who died before seeing like, and an older brother who couldn't protect his younger brother. Korah had to fully heal Gojo's body before killing him with his authority which resulted in a corpse in perfect condition, ready to be used as a vessel.

[Vars's Cursed Doll]

Gojo had once frowned upon Vars's necrotic magic, how he used it to force the souls of the dead back into their rotten bodies to create zombies. Yet now, he's using the same magic on himself, standing against a god who once killed him.

Gojo lifted two fingers, staring forward with glowing blue eyes dripping with mana. In response, Korah lifted his hands, "Fine, I'll be the one to put you to rest. Stubborn mortal."

As void rushed forth, Korah's gluttony clashed with it as the entire world bore witness, the man who came back from death said one sentence, "Don't you dare touch my little brother."

[Void Expansion: Twisting Void]

[Gluttony Expansion: Hunger of the Gods]