Demonic Dragon: Harem System

Strax stood in his room, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. The soft glow of an oil lamp illuminated the space, reflecting the intricate details of the black Victorian suit he wore. The lapels were adorned with subtle golden embroidery, and the fabric seemed to absorb the light, exuding an aura of sophistication.

An unexpected breeze swept through the room, making him pause and glance to the side. Sitting casually in a nearby armchair, legs crossed, was Scarlet. The red-haired vampire wore a crimson velvet dress with black accents that perfectly complemented her figure. Her eyes glowed with that signature mix of mystery and mischief. She held an empty crystal goblet, lazily twirling it between her fingers.

"I wasn't planning to take you, you know?" Scarlet began, her velvety voice cutting through the silence. "But it seems those fools want to parade you around."

Strax cast a sidelong glance at her, a faintly mischievous smile forming on his lips. "No problem, Scarlet. I just won't promise to behave."

She laughed, a low, seductive sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "You never promise anything, do you?" she said, rising gracefully to her feet. The dress flowed around her with every movement, like liquid silk. Still holding the goblet, she approached him, her gaze fixed on him as he struggled to adjust his tie.

Scarlet stopped in front of him, surveying the situation with a slightly wicked smile. "Having trouble, darling?" she teased, taking hold of his wrist. Without waiting for an answer, she brought his arm to the goblet and, with a delicate motion, grazed his skin just enough to draw a thin stream of blood. The crimson liquid filled the goblet as she swirled it elegantly before bringing it to her lips.

"You're getting bold," Strax remarked, watching her with a mix of amusement and fascination.

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"I've always been," she retorted, smiling as she set the goblet aside. Then, with one hand, she expertly adjusted his tie, her movements precise and deliberate. Her fingers glided over the fabric with a deftness that made him arch an eyebrow.

"Done," she said, stepping back slightly to admire her handiwork. "Now you're presentable. Almost worthy of me, I'd say."

Strax chuckled softly, tilting his head as he observed Scarlet with an intense gaze. "Always so charming, aren't you?"

"It's my duty," she replied with an enigmatic smile, her crimson eyes gleaming with a blend of amusement and mystery. She stepped aside, picking up the goblet she had left on the table, watching the scarlet liquid swirl at the bottom. "Now, I should mention, this event may seem like an ordinary gathering, but don't be fooled. The little girl will challenge me to a duel."

Strax raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Little girl? Elizabeth Tepes?"

Scarlet smirked, a gesture both smug and predatory. "Yes, her. The princess of vampires, or so she likes to think. It's not uncommon for her to want to face me. Elizabeth has always had an insatiable need to prove she can match me... or surpass me." Scarlet shrugged, swirling the goblet with grace as she glanced at Strax. "Usually, I ignore her childish provocations, but this time it's an official request. Refusing would be, shall we say... frowned upon."

Strax adjusted his collar confidently, his eyes gleaming with interest as a teasing smile played on his lips. "Would you lose?"

Scarlet froze for a moment, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "HAHAHAHA!" Then, a laugh escaped her lips, low and dripping with irony. She stepped closer, so near he could smell the subtle, dangerous perfume that seemed to be part of her aura.

"Boy, don't kid yourself," she replied, lightly tapping his shoulder with her fingertips. Her eyes now burned with a predatory glow, as though daring him to push her further. "I'm Scarlet Vermillion. Defeating someone like Elizabeth... is child's play. The only reason I haven't broken her yet is because of a problem called Vlad Dracula Tepes."

"Got it," Strax replied with a cheeky grin, never breaking eye contact. "Then it'll be fun to watch."

Scarlet tilted her head, her eyes assessing him for a moment, as though trying to decide how much he truly understood about the situation. "Fun is one word... but stay alert, boy. They didn't invite you—you're basically an intruder. This event isn't just a social gathering. It's a hunting ground. And you might just be the most enticing prey in the room—fresh meat, after all."

Strax took a deep breath, adjusting the cuffs of his suit before following her. "If you say so, Scarlet. I just hope there's something interesting left for me after you're done having your fun."

Scarlet let out a soft, mysterious laugh before extending her arm and pulling him close, linking hers elegantly through his. "Shall we?" she asked smoothly, like a hostess leading a guest to a grand ball.

Strax arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as the two headed toward the door. "Are you going to introduce me as your husband too?" he teased, his tone light but laced with provocation.

Scarlet paused for a brief moment, tilting her head to look at him with a mix of surprise and approval. Then, with a smile that radiated confidence and possessiveness, she replied firmly, "You are, aren't you? Why hide it?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Strax let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how straightforward you can be."

"You'd better start getting used to it," Scarlet shot back, leading him down the hallway with a grace that was both deadly and irresistible. "Tonight, everyone will know exactly who you are... and who you belong to."

...

The night cloaked the dense forest like a mantle of darkness, with only the faint glow of the full moon piercing through the canopy, casting restless shadows on the ground. In a hidden camp, seven figures were gathered around a makeshift table of rough-hewn wood. The air was heavy, and the expressions of the conspirators reflected the gravity of their plans.

"It's now or never," said a burly man with a dark beard, slamming his fist on the table. He wore reinforced leather armor, scarred from countless battles. "The Vampire King's castle isn't impenetrable. Every monster has a weakness."

The woman beside him, an elf with silver hair and eyes as green as emeralds, crossed her arms with a skeptical expression. "You speak as if it's simple, Gregor. I've heard stories about that place… the walls, the servants… and the King himself. He's no ordinary monster."

Gregor scoffed, pointing at the map spread out on the table. "Listen, Serina. This is the perfect moment. He's distracted by that high-society event Scarlet organized. Many of his generals will be away from the castle."

"Even so," interrupted a raspy voice from the back of the group. A hooded man, his face barely visible in the shadows, leaned forward. "The castle's guardians aren't something we can underestimate. You're forgetting the living gargoyles, the magical traps, not to mention the other vampires still inside."

"Then what do you suggest, Armand?" Gregor asked impatiently.

Armand smirked faintly, but the gesture was more menacing than cheerful. "I suggest we do this smartly. We have limited resources, but we have an ace up our sleeve." He motioned with his hand, and a young mage who had remained silent until then lifted his head.

"You're talking about the Blood Crystal?" the mage asked, his voice trembling but resolute.

"Exactly," Armand replied, his tone smooth as silk. "The Crystal is the key. With it, we can break through the magical barriers protecting the castle. Once inside, we detonate the explosive charges we've prepared, bringing down the foundations."

A tall, slender woman clad in a black cloak stepped forward. Her eyes gleamed with a supernatural golden hue, and her presence radiated authority. "You're speaking as if this is a simple military strike," she said, her voice low but commanding. "We're dealing with an entity that transcends anything we've ever faced. The Vampire King isn't just a leader; he's a force of nature."

"That's why we need you, Alina," Serina said, turning to the woman with a determined look. "Your purification magic is the only thing that can harm something as powerful as him."

Alina sighed but nodded slowly. "I'll do my part. But know this: even if we destroy the castle, it doesn't mean the King will die. He's a Primordial. His existence is tied to the very flow of the world."

"If we can't kill him, we can destabilize him," Gregor said firmly. "Without his castle, without his resources, he'll be vulnerable. Other kingdoms will unite to finish him off while he's weakened."