Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

"Aralux Obsidian and Sylvoria the Star Dragon... they're real," Anastasia said, her voice calm but carrying the weight of absolute certainty. "Back then, Aralux was born into a dragon noble family, one of the great dukes under the rule of the early Dragon Empire."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if recalling fragments of a story long buried in time. "Most of the mortal empires you're familiar with hadn't even existed yet. The Dragon Empire was just beginning its rise, but even then, it was clear they would rule the entire realm. And do you know why they did?" Her voice dropped, holding Zara's gaze. "Because of one house. House Obsidian. Us. We've shaped history from the shadows for generations. The reason the dragons conquered... and the reason they fell to just being a single empire now. All because of our interference that other races rose against dragons to form their own empires."

Zara blinked, the pieces not fully connecting. "But... why did you call Aralux and Sylvoria your ancestors if they didn't start your bloodline?"

Anastasia exhaled, a small, bitter smile forming. "Because they didn't just start it—they forged it. The bloodline was already old, but they were the ones who made House Obsidian into what we are today. The Cosmic Cursed Family. The weight we carry? It began with them."

She folded her arms, the air growing heavier around her as she continued. "Years before the empires you know were even formed, when the Dragon Empire was nothing but a rising power, Aralux Obsidian was already a rising legend. An earth dragon whose power could shatter the half the mortal realm itself—so overwhelming that entire armies collapsed at the mention of his name. They called him the Dragon Deity."

She scoffed. "He hated that title. Hated it enough to kill anyone who dared speak it. Because he despised the gods, Zara. Loathed them with every fiber of his being. Not because of what they did, but what they were. Untouchable. Unquestioned. Arrogant."

Zara's voice was cautious. "What happened, I mean for such a powerful entity?"

"For so long he searched," Anastasia said simply. "He wandered the entire Mortal Plane, every corner of the known—and unknown—world, looking for something that could challenge him. Anything. And not even the gods dared to face him. At least... not the ones he was familiar with."

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Her expression softened for the first time. "Until he found her. Sylvoria, the Star Dragon. She didn't run in the presence of his powers. She didn't bow. She fought him—matched him strike for strike, power for power. They should have destroyed each other. But... they didn't."

Zara raised a brow. "So... that's how the dragon mating ritual started, isn't it?" Zara knew the myths of the mating ritual which she had assumed their legends were just myths.

Anastasia nodded, a trace of a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah. But don't get it twisted—this isn't some love story. What they had? It was dangerous. Unstable. Two dragons who were too powerful for the gods to control, bound together? They were a threat. And you know the gods... they don't tolerate threats."

Her voice sharpened again, shifting back to the lesson. "You've heard of the golden dragons, right?"

Zara nodded. "The first dragons. The strongest. But... they went extinct a long time ago. Some say they were wiped out by something stronger. There's a myth... about their disappearing ?"

Anastasia's gaze darkened. "Yeah, a myth. Or so the gods want everyone to believe. The truth is much worse. The golden dragons didn't just disappear. They were erased. Wiped from existence itself by one being. The High Eternal Ancient Sovereign."

Zara's eyes widened. "One being wiped out the strongest dragons? How—?"

Anastasia cut her off. "How doesn't matter. What matters is that the Sovereign didn't just kill them—they erased them so completely that not even their memory lingers in the divine realms. And the reason? It wasn't some holy punishment or cosmic balance. It was personal. A grudge."

Zara whispered, "A grudge against who?"

"You know, Zara... Golden dragons weren't the strongest dragons out there," Anastasia said, her voice calm but with a teasing edge, watching for Zara's reaction.

Zara blinked, caught off guard. This wasn't what she'd expected. A quiet chuckle slipped from Anastasia's lips.

She could still picture the way Pyris had smiled back then—so clueless, so damn helpless. They'd lied to him. She and their mother had known the truth all along.

At first, they'd denied knowing anything about a Lust Dragon. Played dumb. But deep down? They both knew the truth.

When Pyris had asked, they'd exchanged that silent glance, both thinking the same thing. He couldn't handle it. Couldn't carry the weight of knowing what he really was. A Lust Dragon.

Anastasia exhaled slowly, the weight of old secrets pressing down as she continued.

"The High Eternal Ancient Sovereign... before they went on their whole massacre spree, they ordered every Eternal out of the Godly Realms. Yes Eternals exist somewhere there, an entire race of them but no longer here. Anyway... The killing started.

"Every. Single. Golden dragon. Why? Because of a grudge. Some ancient dragon—the strongest being in the universe, mind you—had done something to piss this High Eternal off before they went into a long slumber. So when the High Eternal... they took this shot. Killed every golden dragon and even murdered that strongest one in its sleep. But..." Her gaze sharpened. "There was one golden dragon left. Or, well, what was left of it."@@novelbin@@

Zara's stomach twisted as she realized what Anastasia was implying. The golden dragon lineage Pyris kept? That was it what she was talking about?

And Anastasia had just laid it all out.

"So... how does this tie into Aralux and Sylvoria? I feel like these are two different stories" Zara asked, voice tight.

Anastasia smirked. "Damn, so impatient. Relax. I'm getting there."

She paused, tilting her head, that smug smile lingering. "Remember what I said about the strongest existence being killed in its slumber? Well, Aralux wasn't just some earth dragon. Not really. He was... more. There was power inside him, hidden so deep he hadn't even awakened it all. And guess what? He was the reincarnation of that strong dragon. The one who got murked in its sleep."

Zara's eyes widened. "So lemme get straight, the Eternal who killed the golden dragons out of grudge and this strongest dragon was their leader?" Anastasia nodded.

"And that Eternal? The one with the grudge? They found out later about Aralux being the Reincarnation of that dragon. That's when everything went to hell. That was the first time the gods descended onto the mortal plane for war. And that's how the Obsidians got cursed. My family—the Cosmic Cursed Family—was reborn and cursed in that bloodbath."

Zara swallowed. "Wait... you're saying your whole family bloodii was cursed by the gods or by this High Eternal?"

Anastasia shook her head, voice dropping lower. "No. Worse. The Cosmos itself cursed us."

The words hit hard.

Zara stared at her like she'd just grown a second head. This was insane. Sure, she'd known there were gaps in the story Anastasia was giving her, but this? This was on a whole other level.

Before she could even process, her gaze shifted to Seraphina, still sleeping peacefully nearby. Her mind jumped again.

"...How deep is the star dragon connected to your family, when she wasn't initially part of Obsidians, Anastasia?" she finally asked.

Anastasia's expression darkened.

"She..." The words came slower now. "She gave birth to the first Curse born. And that Curse? She's Lucy Obsidian's grandmother."

Zara's breath caught.

"When I say 'Curse,' I'm talking about the first child born after the Cosmos cursed our bloodline. The one every main Obsidian now descends from."

Zara's mind raced, struggling to piece it all together. "Okay... but how bad is this curse? I mean, what does it actually do to you? Besides making gods hate you for having the power to undo them?"

Anastasia hesitated. For the first time, her voice cracked just a little.

"...The main Obsidian bloodline? We're cursed to never give birth to boys. And if we ever do? They die. At eighteen."

Zara felt a chill. "And... Pyris is sixteen?"

Anastasia blinked rapidly, clearly fighting to keep her composure.

"But... you had a grandfather, right? And a father too. I remember hearing about them."

Anastasia let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah. I did. Or... kind of. They weren't exactly my real father or grandfather. Obsidians are mostly a matriarchal Bloodline now after the curse. The main line can't birth males, but the lesser branches? They can. My 'grandfather' was an Obsidian male from a lesser line who helped my grandmother with the... creation ritual. Same with my father. He helped my mother with all three of us—me, Aurelia, and Pyris."

"Creation ritual?"

Anastasia nodded, her expression grim.

It's a magical process. A ritual only the most powerful bloodlines can perform. No sperm, no men involved—just pure magic and bloodline energy. That's how some kids are born in powerful families with women who don't wish to become one with men. And somehow, by some cruel twist of fate, Pyris... An Obsidian male.

"And when he turns eighteen...?" Anastasia didn't answer. She didn't have to.

They both knew.

That was the same fate Sylvoria's second son had suffered. The second cursed child. Then Lucy's older brother. And Pyris... he didn't have a clue.

Cruel curse of The Cosmic Cursed Family!