The dragon's harem

Chapter 957: Who Said Faith?



"Open the door." Arad said calmly, and the demon woman slowly turned around and opened the door with her shaking hands. There was something strange about Arad's voice that she sensed, a deep darkness boiling from within...and she immediately noticed the source. An ancient curse by Doma.

The curse Doma cast upon Arad's voice was a powerful one, any weak demon that didn't follow his order would get slowly weaker and eventually die. Depending on their power, the curse could take any time from minutes to weeks or years to finish them off.

"You're one interesting demon, aren't you?" Doma noticed that the demon had picked up on her curse. Not many could do that, probably since she was constantly experimented on by Sawless that she became that keen on noticing strange magical effects.

"When I, my husband, or his other wives says something, you bow your head and say yes my lord. I'll kill anyone who doesn't follow that rule." Doma's strength lay in her vengeful attitude toward harm, and the strange nature of her curses and their effects, making her extremely hard to predict.

Doma looked at Arad with a grin, "Let's have a look inside." Her eyes shifted toward the demon woman, "Would mind being our guide?"

The demon woman could only nod, "Yes." At that moment she could feel a hand clenching on her heart, cold running down her spider as her breaths grew heavier. The demon woman fell on her knees, gasping for air as the pain in her chest grew stronger.

"Come on..." Doma looked at her with an amused grin, "Didn't I just tell you what to do?" She giggled, "You better hurry up, those hands aren't going to disappear otherwise."

The demon woman could feel the hand on her heart clenching stronger, and several other hands clenching on her lungs and organs, even some squeezing her neck and pushing against her eyes.

To survive, the demon's mind immediately pulled what Doma had said earlier to the front of her mind. She bowed her head deep, "Yes, My lord." As she said as Doma ordered earlier, the hands disappeared and she could finally breathe again.

"The curse works on its own, I can't stop it so you better behave yourself." Doma leaned on Arad's head to rest as the demon woman stood with tired legs, barely supporting herself.

With what energy she had left, she took Arad and Doma on a tour through Sawless's private lab. Demons aren't even allowed there without his order, but considering the monster standing there and that demons follow the rule of the might is right. Demons that are weaker than Arad and aren't demon lords would bow in submission to his power. Especially if they want to avoid Doma's curse.

Outside the capital city of the layer where Sawless's castle was, Sawless and Alaric stood at the edge of a mountain, looking at the cooling sea of molten stone and fire. "The bastard is in my castle! He's better not break anything." Sawless growled. Centuries of research and magical advancement are stored there, priceless books, devastating spells, and one in a thousand- year rare herbs and potions.

"You're dreaming, the fucker killed everyone in my castle before throwing it at me. Your castle and everything in it are fucked harder than anything in this whole abyss." Alaric waved his arms, extending his claws out. "We can't defeat him alone, let's raise an army. This would be a raid." As his claws crackled with the lycanthropic curse, countless spectral wolves and beasts emerged from the ground, taking a flesh body and turning into vile demonic beasts.

All demon lords can create minions for themselves to use with the power of the abyss. This power is limited to the abyss and can't be used in any other plan of existence. It's proof that the abyss had approved of them as demon lords and had granted them access to its power.

If you can conjure minions out of the abyss's magic, you're a demon lord, that where the lord part comes from, you have control and authority over a layer of the abyss.

Sawless sighed as he waved his hands and a bone staff appeared in his hand. The horrid object was made of a human's spine and skull, the eyes burning with necrotic flames.

"You're an annoying bastard, how many times did I tell you not to make minions on my layer?" As Sawless waved his staff, an army of mutated flesh monsters emerged from the dirt like plants, writhing invisibly with pain and power. "You'd make my layer stink."

Sawless layer already reeked with rotting corpses and blood. Demons notice the difference, to humans, everything stinks bad.

"It can't be helped, can it?" Alaric sighed, "We have to overwhelm that monster with numbers." Their magic and bodies won't last long, so it's best to use the power of the abyss which seemed to be near infinite.

In seconds, the two demon lords have amassed a mind-boggling army of millions of powerful demons, all ready to wage war against the draconic intruder. Since they were using the power of the abyss itself, they weren't limited by their own mana and demonic magic. It's like drawing water from a massive ocean, you have a nearly unlimited amount.

"Blood for our Blood Lord." A blaring hymn boomed across the sky, "Souls for the god!" All the demons looked up, bewildered at the sudden hymn that emerged out of nowhere. As their eyes gazed upon the layer's ceiling, they spotted ten massive stone churches falling.

The churches fell on the demon's frontlines, crushing tens of them in an instant. The churches were lined in a straight line, and all of their doors opened wide as a sea of nuns rushed out, flinging blood magic and firing spells at the demons.

"The fuck are nuns doing here!?" Sawless cried as he glared at Alaric.

Alaric clearly remembered the nun that he saw in his castle killing the servants. If his guess is right, Arad those that he saw in his throne room, beside Kayden and the pale mother were Arad's strongest allies. Doma the queen of curses and that nun.

"Their leader is a woman with short hair and a lot of freckles on her face, find and kill her at once!" Alaric shouted, ordering his demons to find Zia and finish her off.

Suddenly, it started raining, black tar-like heavy rain from the ceiling of the abyss. Most demons who only lived on this layer didn't know what rain was, it seldom rains here. The two demon lords on the other hand noticed how strange such a thing was.

"Did his fire cause this?" Sawless growled, a bit amazed at the sudden development. He was very well interested in the natural phenomena of the abyss, unlike the brute Alaric, he's a

thinker.

"Who cares! Kill them!" Alaric pointed his sword at the nuns. Even with Alaric's objection, Sawless still decided to waste some energy and have some of his demons inspect and record everything about the rains. He was intending to survive this fight and study this even later on. Seconds later, some of Sawless's magic-sensitive demons noticed something. This rain wasn't natural, magic coming from the top of curses was causing it. It was akin to [Rain Storm] spell, but this one didn't use clouds to get water, but instead brought it from somewhere else. A place the demons couldn't detect.

"This can't be holy water, can it?" Sawless lifted his hand, looking at the black droplets landing between his skinless fingers. As a demon lord, he was extremely resistant to holy water. He looked at his minions, but the rain didn't harm even the weakest of them. It can't be

holy water.

"You command from here. I'll charge forward." Alaric who got impatient started running and then leapt forward, flying above the demons' heads like the wind. He landed exactly where the nuns were clashing with the demons, and saw his minions getting burned alive by the

rampaging nuns.

The nuns stopped attacking and glared at him for a second, even vampires shudder at the sight of a powerful demon lord. Yet, those women didn't have a single shred of fear and they immediately charged at him.

One nun swung her burning sword at Alaric's neck, only for him to slash her arm with his claws and kick her away. Two more swung their arms and set him ablaze, but this was the demon who survived Arad's fire breath. While still engulfed in flames, he charged into the middle of the nuns' ranks and started swinging.

"Vampires? So that rain isn't holy water, otherwise you'd kill yourselves." One punch after another, he smacked the nuns away like dust. Kicking one in the face, pulling another by the hair, and using her as a club to smack the rest. It was clear that the nuns couldn't face Alaric, he was far above their level. In less than a minute, he had knocked over a thousand of them. Luckily, they regenerate like crazy.

"I killed you before." Alaric lifted one of the nuns by the neck. She's one of the first nuns that he killed and now she came again to fight. "So, I must find another way to finish you off,

dancing with you kids won't be enough. Do you want to be my slave?"

The nun screamed as Alaric's lycanthropic curse started surging across her veins, he was attempting to turn her into a lycanthrope to control her. That should be better than killing them as it'll give him more soldiers.

"Become my demon." He growled, his magic attempting to dominate her soul.

"Blood...to the...blood lord..." She held his arm, resisting as hard as she could, "Don't... underestimate...our...faith!" As she growled, Alaric's curse started getting pushed out of her body. He could sense it; her soul was linked to that of Arad and all the other nuns. Cursing her felt as hard as cursing a pope.

"Faith?" Alaric gasped, bewildered, wasn't it the power of the gods that protected theNôv(el)B\\jnn

faithful from his curse?

At that moment, something smacked him in the face so hard that he was sent flying with a broken jaw. He looked and saw Zia standing with the nun he was about to curse. "Go and rest." Zia said as she waved her long spear which had a flag tied to it.

"So, you showed yourself..." Alaric stood and his jaw was fully healed.

"Give your blood to my lord...so I can suck some of his blood." She planted her spear on the ground and shouted, "My lord! My God, Grant me POWER! Unlimited POWER!" "You're a vampire...you won't..." Alaric who thought it was stupid for bloodthirsty fiends to act as if they had faith, immediately found himself staring with a dumbfounded face. A fist- sized [Ho-white Nova] Emerged on the tip of Zia's spear, and it was growing bigger and

bigger.

"All demons! Shall burn!" She swung her spear forward and the [Ho-white Nova] Flew at Alaric. He barely dodged it, and it exploded in the horizon, ripping a whole mountain from its roots. "Hurry up and die so I can suck my lord. You demonic mongrel fuckbucket!"