The dragon's harem Chapter 1511: An Angel in Hell

Arad worked with the angels to search the whole castle for leads, while Zeus watched from the side, his face contorted into a frown. He was still angry, mad, fuming at what Euri had done. If he ever found him, he’ll make sure he’ll loathe the day he was born.

He might look a bit annoyed on the outside, but he was boiling, resting on the verge of exploding into a torrent of lightning. When Zeus saw Arad arrive earlier, he understood what kind of disaster Euri had started.

The eternal storm that plagued this mountain, the natural disaster that never gave out for thousands of years.

Zeus looked at the windows on the ceiling, seeing the blue sky and the burning sun shining upon this land for the first ti in eons. The storm was no more, vanquished by the re arrival of Arad minutes ago. His dreadful magic washed over the whole mountain, crushing the torrents of chaotic mana that sustained the storm.

The storm will return in a few weeks, but for now, the re presence of Arad here, his rage and magic, had caused that storm to vanish. If Euri were here, Zeus had no doubt that Arad would’ve blasted the whole kingdom to ash.

"Euri, cursed Euri... you shall know fear." Zeus turned and walked away, lightning crackling from strands of his white hair. "You have called upon the wrath of a monster, a vanquisher of gods. The storm we titans had to endure for centuries, our bane and curse, he had erased it from existence. You, an accursed stain, shall burn."

As Zeus left, one of the angels approached Arad with a worried face. "We can track so of the magic, but sothing is off. He headed to hell, but I’m sure that wasn’t his destination, but a re stop." She waved her hand, "The signal is too weak to track, and searching for his tracks all over the nine hells isn’t sothing we can do before those tracks disappear."

She clenched her fist with a frown, "And we lack divine magic."

Arad nodded, "I’m not going to ask any of you to follow him. I know that you all are nowhere near your peak. Eris and Mira can’t supply you with enough divine magic." He looked back, "I’ll track him myself."

The angel looked at Arad, opening her mouth to say sothing, but before she could, a voice called from behind them.

"You won’t find him; you simply aren’t that good at tracking soone that is actively trying to erase their tracks." As Arad turned, he could see Diana standing there.

All of the angels kneeled in front of her, and Arad turned. "So? You say I let him go?"

"Of course not." Diana walked toward them, approached the angels, and took one of the tracks they found. A whisp of curses, twisting like a black thread between her pale fingers.

"Leave tracking him to . Unlike those angels, Kali keeps well fed." She smiled, "I won’t let him run away."

Arad considered that for a second and then nodded, "Fine, I’ll leave it to you."

"Not so fast!" Mathilde appeared beside Diana, "If you let this woman go alone, she’ll probably fail. Let tell you, she is skilled at turning people inside out, not hunting them." She leaned on Diana’s shoulder, "But I can help."

Diana glared at her, "What could you do? Cerilla doesn’t have enough divine magic to power you."

Mathilde giggled, "Cerilla doesn’t have enough, but did you forget that she is Sylph’s warlock? I can still suck as much divine magic as I want from Sylph." She looked at Arad, "Her and I, working together. Two archons, that bastard won’t hide from us for long."

As much as Arad wanted to rush into hell, finding Euri was going to be impossible for him, because Euri would be expecting him or Zeus to chase after him.

That’s why they’ll never find him. And that is also the reason Diana and Mathilde got a better chance, because they were powerful divine archons with thousands of years of experience, and Euri has no way of knowing about them being after him.

As the two got Arad’s approval, both of them vanished into streams of pure divine light. One left a burning spark of fire, and the other left the marks of her bare feet scorched on the ground.

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In hell, the weather was as nice as it could be. An acid storm washed over the lands as lightning scorched the ground, drowning the rumble of the volcano exploding nearby.

A woman scread, calling for help as a devil grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back to the grill. She was new around here, having only lived here for five decades, but her mind still didn’t rot away.

In life, she was an arsonist, having burned countless families alive to satiate her desire to hear them squirm and sll their burned flesh. Now, it was her ti to suffer from the sa pain she caused others, and suffer even further than that.

She swung her leg at the devil, but her toes cracked upon hitting him. It felt like she was kicking a steel statue. The devil, on the other hand, didn’t react and kept moving with a bored face. To him, this was no different than a roudy chicken is for humans.

He reached the grill, grabbed the woman by the leg, and lifted her up. She tried to run away, but he pushed her down on the table and tied her down.

"Let go! You fiend!" She scread, but to her bad luck, this devil didn’t understand human speech. He moved away from the table for a second and pulled a long, spiked steel skewer that was almost three ters long and an inch thick. It looked more like the stem of a rose than sothing used for cooking.

He put the skewer on the fire to heat up and started humming, ignoring the screaming woman. When the skewer was hot, burning white, he lifted it up with a smile and approached the woman. She started squirming and struggling to escape, breaking her wrists and ankles on the shackles, but still, she couldn’t get away.

The devil skewered her from the groin up to the neck, making her scream loud enough to muffle the storm. But even with such a deadly injury, she didn’t die. This was the curse of hell placed on all sinners: they are immortal.

With her still howling in agony, he lifted her up, put her on the grill, and started roasting. From ti to ti, he would splash so acid and salt on her, then poke her with a stick to see if she was done or not.

He wasn’t alone; in fact, looking to the side, he could see thousands of other devils doing the sa, grilling sinners left and right.

But this day, this devil would see sothing he had never expected to see. A ray of golden light flashed from the black clouds.

The acid rain stopped, and all of the devils looked up. The sinners, on the other hand, were too busy being in pain and crying to even notice the change.

An angel in full-plate silver armor descended from the sky, her fair face and coal black hair sparked with burning red fury as her massive, pale wings radiated enough light to illuminate the whole region.

In one hand, the angel carried a radiant golden sword, and in the other, she caressed a burning skull.

As she slowly floated down without a single flap from her wings, the devils moved out of the way, dragging their grills with them.

She lifted the skull up, and eerie fla burned in those hollow eye sockets. The skull humd as the angel waved it around, and she started floating around, moving just an inch above the ground, without touching it, as if disgusted by it.

All of the devils here were powerful, far too powerful for anyone to believe. But none of them dared get close; they knew better. If this angel didn’t outright attack them, then she won’t harm them as long as they don’t get in her way.

The mark on her armor was that of Destruction; she was one of Kali’s archons, Diana, the harbinger of destruction.