Demonic Dragon: Harem System - Chapter 554

Chapter 554: True Demonic Dragon Mother (Part.I)

Scathach did not move for several seconds. But it was not hesitation. It was contemplation. The silence around her seemed to bow to her presence, as if even the particles of air knelt before the colossal force emanating from her reborn flesh. She stared at Ignisar not as an opponent, but as a sentence to be served. Like the next corpse that would walk toward her begging for forgiveness.

And she would not grant it.

With a slow movement, she raised the black spear that had formed in her hand—a weapon that seemed made of the very absence of light, pulsing with ancient runes that no mage would dare to pronounce. Her body, covered in a garment molded by the living runes, exuded an ancestral, primordial presence. It was as if a forgotten deity had returned to judge the mistakes of an entire civilization.

Ignisar hesitated. For the first time.

And Scathach spoke.

“I was born among humans, but I was never one of them.”

Her voice tore through the air like hot steel piercing flesh. It was cold and firm, as if each word were carved with deadly intent.

“I was raised in villages that feared me. I grew up amid looks of revulsion and whispered silence. My powers were an aberration to men. My soul, too great for their chains. They did not understand. My eyes always saw beyond. And for that, they called me a curse.”

She took another step, and the runes around her reacted like waves in the sea—bowing to her presence, reorganizing as if the universe were listening to a new song.

“And so I went to the dragons.”

The tone changed. Now there was something else: contempt.

“They who call themselves eternal. Wise. Noble. The magical elite of this world. I saw their halls, their rituals. Their foolish battles for power. And do you know what I found? Vanity. Greed. Arrogance. Gods who crawl on their own tongues, spewing wisdom they themselves never knew how to live.”

She paused. The wind blew around her, carrying embers from the ground. The shadows on her skin vibrated as if they were truly burning, each line of the runes seeming to burn memories into her flesh.

“I have met many in this world.”

She looked down at Strax, who was still recovering, panting silently, his eyes fixed on her. It was as if he were seeing his real mother for the first time.

“Some were beacons in my darkness. People who held my hand when I wanted to lose myself. Who said my name with love, not fear. Scarlet… Albert… even That Person, with his insanity, had his beauty amid the chaos.”

A brief pause.

“And others… others lit the fire inside me. They betrayed me. They hunted me. They imprisoned me. They used me.”

She didn’t scream. Her voice was steady, but heavy as the gravity of a dying star.

“But in all these centuries… in all the races, beasts, demons, and deities I have faced… I have never encountered a species more insignificant, repulsive, and degenerate than dragons.”

The word fell like a hammer.

Ignisar’s eyes widened, his expression oscillating between outrage and fear. But Scathach did not stop.

“They are trash. Not because of their strength. Not because of their magic. But because of their rotten nature. Dragons have created a culture of parasites who believe themselves to be divine. Cowards who live in floating castles, judging the wars of men while mating with each other like sacred dogs.”

She began to walk toward him. Each step she took was a sentence.

“You think your longevity makes you wise. That breathing fire makes you gods. That your arrogance is a heritage and not a symptom.”

The runes around them multiplied. The sky above the underground city was now completely covered with ancient symbols, forming a veil of judgment. The surrounding mountains trembled, as if the planet itself awaited the final condemnation.

“But I’ve been there. I’ve seen what lies behind the gold and the walls. I saw dragons kneel before human kings out of a desire for status. I saw cubs devour their own mothers for a drop of power. I saw councils of elders allowing the sacrifice of civilians to maintain the illusion of peace.”

Scathach paused again, now a few meters from Ignisar, who was still hovering in the air, but his breathing betrayed his nervousness.

“And you, Ignisar, are the pinnacle of this rot. Not because you are the strongest. But because you are the dumbest among the proud. You are the worm who believes he is a dragon just because he learned to breathe fire.”

She raised her spear.

“And this race you represent… these monsters who used my body as a vessel. Who made me an idol, then a weapon. Who dared to call my soul a ‘resource’…”

A tear rolled down her cheek. But it was not a tear of sadness.

It was a tear of anger held back for centuries.

“I will eradicate all of you.”

There was absolute silence for a second. Even the magma seemed to stop bubbling.

“I will erase your names from the stones. From the ages. From the memory of time. The next millennium will be built on the bones of dragons. And every altar you have erected will be a tomb. I swear by the soul you destroyed, by the flesh you corrupted, and by the blood you boiled in the womb of my existence—you will be extinct.”

She pointed her spear directly at Ignisar. And at that gesture, the universe responded.

The sky exploded in scarlet light.

Millions of spears, made of pure energy, began to appear around her. They were distorted shadows of the weapon she wielded, each floating with surgical precision. Runes were fixed on them like frozen blood on hot metal. They were judgments. Sentences. Executions.

“You wanted to command a Demon Dragon…” she said, her gaze fixed. “But what you didn’t understand is that a demon dragon is not born. It is forged. Steel, suffering, magic, and chaos.”

Ignisar tried to say something—perhaps a spell, perhaps an insult. But his voice died in his throat.

Scathach took a deep breath.

“And I was the fire of the forge.”

She threw the spear.

The whole world seemed to explode in light.