Dragon Lord: Erotic MMO



Zell hovered in the air, his ears listening to the battle symphony, the pathetic lives of random humans dying, and the brave cries of those he might once have known.

'Chris, Esmera, you're still fighting in that state...? Haha!'

"Take this, a little gift for all those late-night snacks when I was too poor to feed myself, over 9,000 lives, and you always tried to help, no matter how big or small."

His face was calm, without any change in emotions, only his eyes and lips moving to show his utter jubilation and delight. 

'To think you finally got yourself a wife; we cannot let you look uncool now, can we?'

Like a dancer in the skies, his body began to move around the skies, his red and black wings creating a beautiful trace of light, as countless plumes of flaming features were created one after another, his body darting around like a dragonfly on a river's surface.

"Let us enjoy the spectacle as I destroy this world and rise above to new heights!" His strange booming voice sounded inside the minds of every human, demon and demi-human, his force beyond that of Amon, causing even Evelyn's eyes and body to focus upon the beautiful spectacle in the skies.

'My dear friend, although you may become something that isn't human, you will not die. Accept my gratitude of 9,000 years!'

His body spread out, arms, legs and wings fully extended, as the flaming feathers began to rain down upon the earth, like a true apocalypse of fire and death, burning, creating and creating.

A lone man watched from a balcony high up in a tower, a small smile forming across his handsome visage, strangely demonic but more rustic as his body fluttered with strange strands of magic like multicoloured threads. The old man was watching only the man in the skies, as the flames, the skies, the mana in the atmosphere, everything began to pull towards him.

"Little bastard... you almost stole my streamers... My darling wife looks as amazing as ever; it seems there was no need for me to rush here..."

Meanwhile, Chris stood in battle, his blade destroyed, shield bent around his twisted arm, before a beautiful red light fluttered past his eyes, one at first, like an ethereal spectacle, suddenly feeling a strange feeling of warmth, gratitude, and something inside him began to change, the pain slowly faded, his tight chest and the sensation of his lost arm, returned.

The moment he wanted to see the source, the world became a blanket of red feathers, raining down like a million missiles, burning away the disgusting demons that devoured his friends, family and the dearest people to his wife.

A voice suddenly sounded.

"If you seek to survive."

"Have the will to fight against the demons."

"Possess an unbending will!"

"Come, come to Franzia! I shall greet you with open arms."

"My brethren!"

The voice didn't sound to everyone, only those who fought, protected others from Chris and the forest elves to the female orc who led her brothers against her father's tyranny. 

All of them felt the powerful aura of the phoenix in the skies, his feathers cascading down and burning away the filth and corruption of the world before their eyes.

"Time is limited; prepare for the worst."

"The demons are coming!"

Flaming flowers covered the ground and sky as the battle intensified, but his voice grew stronger.

"The time has come for us to set sail! Rise, my brethren!"

"Rise!"

"Rise!"

Thousands of voices roared, like a landslide, as they saw the crimson light of his feathers begin to expand as if they were trying to escape, as if his very soul was escaping from the mortal realm, all to guide them to a safe exit, his flames burning into beautiful archways, letting the warriors who fought escape. In contrast, those cowards and traitors were burned to death, slowly, without mercy.

In the skies, slight sweat began to ooze from Zell's forehead, his black horns glowing with a faint black light as they seemed to absorb something from the air into his body, the muscles and veins wriggling under his flesh as he breathed deeply.

"Haa... I need to... practise using Anima more...!"

'It seems my grandparents-in-law are both here... Are they going to scold me? Haha~ amusing.'

Zell's face lifted to the sky, watching as the moon began to fill the sky, as if he were the sun itself, slowly fading in the horizon to make way for the moonlight, a beautiful face completely reminiscent of the Zell that Yinfra loved, while also having the improvements of the "System" which now he knew, were his true looks.

All of it was him, from the ugly human Zell to the handsome incubus, even the dazzling dragon that hovered in the night sky.

"Hahaha... Even that stupid changing cock... but now I can control it; I wonder why that little girl made it so she could change it..." 

His eyes watched as small seed-like pips entered the bodies of the most promising humans, male or female; he didn't care. Once the merger entered the full circle, which he could almost feel might be sooner than later! Thus he was rushing his preparations because, for Zell now, the only people that mattered were the women who supported him, no matter which life or how small.

'Even if you only offered me encouraging words, in a mere branch life. I will give you the power to survive until the end!' 

"However... you guys...!"

His palms pressed together, mimicking his favourite monkey anime protagonist, as black and red lames began to form a huge cracking wave, the monkey prince of the mighty warrior race. 

A distant memory, a timeline forgotten, things that didn't exist in this universe, or any others because of his failure.

'It's a shame this isn't my final glint...'

As he remembered the day his parents died, his world fell apart.

"Don't worry, Zell; you existed; I will make sure the entire world knows you existed; you are not something created because I was sealed. You are me, and I am you."

Like the final shackle, the last heavy chains were torn open; his muscles began to bulge, a storm swirling around him as the ball of energy began to expand within his hands, the very air crackling from the sheer magnitude of power as arcs of purple light began to flicker and zap from the ball, as it condensed.

"I am not the hero, neither do I care about humanity, the favours given have been repaid. I kill you not out of revenge."

A black group of demons fled towards a faint, ethereal gate forming, like Amon, before its outline slowly became more refined.

"I kill you because I don't like you."

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"Quick! You damn useless trash!" A male with huge power shouted, his body filled with minor wounds, but the black armour covered with thick red blood; the number of dead warriors because of this man was immense, as they finally managed to approach the black gate.

'Fuck you, Amon! You lied... A mere hybrid? A simple demon! How can you say that!? A mere prince of the slut goddess of slaughter? Hahaha! Dare to anger my king and god! You are finished!'

The man's face distorted as they rapidly flew towards the gate, with no idea of the huge sphere of death building behind them.

"Prince Valron! We must hurry!" A demon with its right eye and left arm missing shouted, breathing heavily as they fled, carrying the heads of countless dead champions, most of whom were fleeing from the monolith earlier.

Valon's face contorted in rage; he had already seen the man he hated the most.

"You bastard... I'll kill you!" He screamed, thinking about the figure of Zell flying into the sky, his flames killing demons and humans alike without care. He raised his hand as lightning began to build in his palm.

"Kuh!"

But just then, a sound, was it a sound? The world became silent, all fighting, all cries of pain.

'What's going on!?' The demon thought as he noticed his subordinate also were strange before his eyes saw it.

The black flaming ball shot towards them faster than he could fly or move.

"You damned HYBRID!"

Valon's body moved at incredible speeds, but still couldn't move fast enough to avoid it... his body being sucked inside, even his limbs were pulled inside by the black vortex, and his body exploded, a pile of ash that quickly faded away. His body disappeared before anyone's eyes, leaving only his sword and armour on the ground...

But that wasn't the end, as the vortex exploded into a supernova-like explosion, its intense heat blasting out like an atom bomb, quickly swallowing the entire northern inner city of Berlia, consuming them in a black and red flame.

The king's palace, the royal city, was gone, along with half of the army, led by Valon's brothers, who died to this monster.

It was the end, as he knew it would be; only a mere hybrid could have survived such a thing.

"Kuh... You stupid bitch... you better make up for it... even if it kills me..." His body tried to regenerate in flames, crawling towards the huge black gate, as everything within 500 metres was turned into bubbling lava and charcoal.

Suddenly, quiet steps sounded, each one soft, but the sensation of dead filled Valon's heart before he desperately crawled towards the gate, his eyes oozing tears and blood, his nose snotty, nothing like a demon prince, more like a mere fucking human, being beaten by his father for not living up to expectations.

'No... stop... don't come!' 

"S....sto.... guha!?"

A foot impacted his chest, and the bones that barely formed shattered as the shards pierced his flimsy lungs and heart, causing Valon to vomit blood; despite this, something forced his regeneration to accelerate with this twisted and deformed shape.

The shards pierced deeper and deeper until they poked from his back as he crawled to his knee, watching his attack.

Zell's face was flat; there was no ongoing rage or righteous bullshit; those beautiful golden eyes, iridescent, sometimes red, other times purple... constantly changing; Valon's heart accelerated with each step.

Until he stopped his body a mere step away.

The man's face looked down at Valon, causing the Demon Prince disgrace he hadn't felt in aeons, but his teeth were gone, unable to even grit them tight in anger.

"Hybrid..." A beautiful, deep voice like a melody that caused the Demon Prince to fall in love momentarily, his sexual orientation irrelevant; he wanted to submit to this man! 

'Why!? Why?! Who are you? Even Zenovia is not this charming!!! Who are you!'

"Hahaha, well, you're quite right. If anything, I am probably the king... no.. maybe the god? of all hybrids... A daemon created with all 50 Abyssal fiends and ranks of demons... Hahaha!"

"!? What is this insane bastard talking about... please save me... Demon God of Pride, Phallon!"

"Sigh..." The man with red hair sighed, causing Valon to shudder, as the large man's hands grabbed his thin, half-destroyed body, dangling him in the air, as a strange, black mass of wriggling flames was held in his left hand slowly approached before the beautiful man suddenly lunged his arm forward, penetrating Valon's chest.

"Aarrrggh!?"

"Give them a little parting gift from me, okay?"

The words were blurry and distant, as Valon only felt pain, searing pain from the flames, then a strange feeling like he was being devoured from the inside, his power fading, both the regeneration and restoration of his mana failing.

"Your voice, it's disgusting. Bite off your tongue." 

Chomp!

Charmed, Valon bit down with all his force as the purple tongue bitted off, dropping onto the ground with a slimy plop; the pain was unbearable.

But it was HIM that asked!

It was HIS desire!

So why should Valon feel pain? Instead, he should feel pleasure!