Demonic Dragon: Harem System

The sky tore into black clouds as Strax descended from the winds, his colossal demonic dragon form wreathed in dark flames. His wings spread across the sky, casting shadows over the raging ocean. The sound of each beat made the water tremble, as if even the sea feared his approach.

His crimson eyes burned with silent fury. He felt it.

He felt the echoes of chaos. He felt the weight of destruction that still permeated the air. But most of all, he felt them.

Frieren.

Kali.

Rogue.

Xyn.

Their auras were a beacon of pain amidst the darkness. But they didn't shine as brightly as before. They were unstable. Failing. Like flames on the brink of extinction.

"No..." His voice thundered through the wind, a muffled roar that sounded more like an earthquake than words. "Don't you dare..."

He plummeted, piercing clouds, his body twisting through the air like a black bolt of lightning. The island loomed on the horizon: a broken, smoking mass, stitched together by cracks that glowed a pulsing red, as if a malignant heart still beat within.

When he landed, the impact cracked the ground, sending waves of dust and rock skyward. The ground groaned under the weight of his form, as if the earth itself were unable to support him. For a moment, Strax stood there, his chest heaving, smoke rising from his black scales.

And then he stopped.

He closed his eyes. He breathed in.

Yes... there they were. The four of them. Their fragile, shattered, yet still-resisting presences somewhere on the cursed island.

His blood boiled. His heart, a furnace of hatred.

He couldn't afford to waste time in his dragon form. He needed them. He needed to touch the ground, feel every pulse of their life.

And so, his flesh contracted, bones cracked, wings retracted, until he fell to his knees on the ground, in his human form. The impact echoed like thunder. His human body was covered in black cracks of energy, as if the transformation had left visible scars.

Without hesitation, he advanced. He passed broken trees, crushed mountains, rivers of congealed blood. Every step was guided by instinct, by the invisible link that connected him to the four.

Until he found them.

Strax stopped, unable to breathe for a moment.

They were there, lying amidst a field of carnage. There was no other name for it. The ground was a blanket of demonic corpses, the trees were twisted into almost human shapes, and the air was thick with smoke, blood, and broken magic.

Rogue was the first to see them. The warrior lay face down, his sword still embedded in his hand, but his right arm was completely crushed. His shoulder was dislocated, his chest caved in as if a titan had fallen upon him. But even so, he was still breathing. Gasping. Weak. Fighting death as he always had: alone, stubborn.

Beside him, Xyn was huddled against a broken rock. Her skin was gray, covered in deep burns that still smoked. Her blue fire was extinguished, reduced to tiny sparks on her lips. Her half-closed eyes blinked in long intervals, as if each breath were an unbearable weight.

Frieren ahead.

The Queen of the Elves. Always so imposing, so unattainable. Now, fallen to her knees, her body pierced by golden fissures that leaked blood and light simultaneously. Her face was pale, her eyes closed. Her aura... broken. Like shattered crystal. Strax felt his chest ache at the sight of her in that condition.

And finally... Kali.

She stood in the center, surrounded by dozens of still-smoldering corpses. But her body didn't look like that of a victorious warrior. No. She was broken. Bones were exposed in her arms, her legs twisted at impossible angles. Black blood dripped down her chin, and yet she smiled. Yes, she smiled, even unconscious, as if even on the brink of death she still laughed at the destruction she had caused.

Strax stood still.

His eyes scanned every grotesque detail. Every open wound. Every splash of blood. And the silence around him only intensified the fury building within him.

His fists clenched. The air around him trembled, small cracks spreading across the ground beneath his feet.

"Who..." His voice was low, filled with a fury so thick the air seemed to freeze. "Who... dared do this to you...?"

No sound responded. Only the distant crackling of the runes, still pulsing, as if mocking him.

Strax walked over to Rogue and turned him onto his back, supporting his head. The warrior opened one eye, barely conscious.

"S... Strax...?" His voice was a whisper. "You... took your time."

Strax didn't answer. He simply closed his eyes, letting his aura flow. A heavy heat enveloped Rogue, stopping some of the bleeding, but it wasn't healing. It was just hatred transformed into presence.

Then he knelt before Xyn. He touched her forehead. Her flames reignited for a moment, but weak, like embers about to die.

Next, Frieren.

He didn't dare touch her right away. He just stood there, staring at her body, so destroyed yet pulsing with magic. His throat closed, and for an instant, Strax felt something unusual. Pain.

And finally, Kali.

As he stared at her, a knot of feelings exploded inside him. Anger. Contempt. Recognition. Perhaps even respect. She had thrown herself into chaos as always, but now she was paying the price. And yet, she seemed satisfied.

Strax stood.

The four of them were alive. But not for long. If they stayed there, they wouldn't survive. And with every second, his blood boiled more, calling for war, calling for slaughter.

He looked up at the sky. The still-open fissures glowed red, spewing fragments of flesh and writhing shadows. The entire island was a pulsing altar to Scathach.

And then, Strax roared.

Not in his dragon form.

Not with his human voice.

But something in between.

A roar that split the horizon, that made the fissures in the sky shudder, that made the surrounding corpses tremble as if they still feared the sound.

His fury wasn't just rage. It was vengeance. It was pure destruction. It was a promise etched into the very fabric of the world.

He raised his hand. Black flames began to consume the surrounding ground, burning corpses, burning the runes. The sky reacted, trembling, as if even Scathach had felt the awakening of that hatred.

Strax looked to the center of the island, where the heartbeat throbbed, and his eyes became two crimson stars.

"I'm going to crush this damned altar," his voice echoed like a sentence. "I'm going to tear this rot out by the roots."

He looked at them one last time, fallen and shattered, and promised:

"No one touches what's mine."

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[Hades: Hey, kid! Calm down! You're going to destroy the Syst-]

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