Chief in Tensura

(Eons Ago: A Misread Quest)

Leo's father, an eccentric and mischievous god, had grown bored. So, for amusement, he descended to a mortal world created by a fellow God, disguised himself as a hero, and promptly set out to "save" the land.

One day, he received a royal summon. The Emperor of the most powerful empire in the land personally requested his presence.

In the grand throne room, the Emperor handed him a sealed scroll. "This is a most critical task. Only a true hero can accomplish it!"

The 'hero' opened the scroll, raising a brow at the words. His lips twitched. "Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely!" the Emperor declared.

"I see…" Leo's father muttered, scratching his chin.

"The Chaos Dragon Goddess of Destruction. Hmm. Seems simple enough. Any particular reason this is a priority?"

The Emperor lowered his voice conspiratorially. "The dragoness has been a menace, ravaging lands, threatening our kingdom, and being a general nuisance. Also, there's a reward…"

At this, the princess stepped forward, her cheeks flushed. "If you succeed, you will have my hand in marriage!"

The "hero" blinked. "The princess? You're sure?"

The Emperor nodded gravely. "It is her wish."

Leo's father muttered to himself as he read the quest again. "The princess has a very specific taste of she is willing to marry me after this quest."

Finally, he accepted, "Fine. I accept! But to handle a Chaos Dragon Goddess, I will need a special skill."

The Emperor frowned at the hero's request. "Divine Heavenly Transformation Skill of the Incubus Dragon God! What he will do with it."

The princess clutched her father's arm, eyes dreamy. "He must have a plan, Father. He's the hero! If he needs it to defeat the dragon, you must grant it to him!"

The Emperor sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. Grant him the skill. And may the heavens have mercy on us all."

(A week later)

The 'hero' stood before the towering Chaos Dragon Goddess of Destruction, Draconyra. Her black-red scales shimmered ominously, and her crimson eyes glared at him with unbridled fury.

"So," she growled, her voice a mix of menace and intrigue, "you are the 'hero' sent to slay me?"

The "hero" stepped forward confidently, his golden aura flaring. "Slay you? No, no. I think there's been a misunderstanding."

Draconyra snarled. "A misunderstanding? You are here to fight, aren't you?"

He held up the scroll and smirked. "Not quite. You see, the Emperor's instructions were… ambiguous but I can see his wisdom and kindness. I'm here to lay you, not slay you."

Draconyra blinked, her imposing aura faltering. "What? That doesn't even—"

Before she could finish, the "hero" activated his newly acquired Divine Heavenly Transformation Skill of the Incubus Dragon God. His radiant form shifted, his divine aura now mixed with a tantalizing, almost hypnotic energy.

The Chaos Dragon Goddess froze, her pupils dilating. "Wait… what's happening?"

"Relax," the 'hero' said with a grin. "Let's talk this out. Over the bed, perhaps?"

(Years later)

The 'hero' returned to the Emperor's court, a massive black-red dragoness trailing behind him. On his back, nestled snugly, was a large crimson egg.

The Emperor gawked. "What—why—how—WHAT is this?"

The 'hero' grinned. "Responsibility, Your Majesty. I am a responsible man. I couldn't just abandon Draconyra after getting to know her."

The Emperor pointed accusingly at the dragoness. "That's the Chaos Dragon Goddess of Destruction! You were supposed to SLAY her!"

The 'hero' raised a brow. "No, I was supposed to LAY her. Perhaps your handwriting was shitty otherwise."

The Emperor sputtered. "That's ridiculous! Why would—wait, what is that on your back?!"

The "hero" patted the egg affectionately. "Oh, this? It is the fruit—the egg of our love. Say hello to your future protector, Great Red!"

The Emperor fainted.

Draconyra smirked, her massive fangs gleaming. "I like him. He's funny."

And thus, Great Red was born—a product of divine mischief, mortal bureaucracy, and very poor handwriting.

But as dramatic as the Emperor's fainting fit was, it didn't come close to the princess's reaction.

Persephone, the so-called untouchable jewel of the empire, took one look at the smug hero, his dragoness partner, and their impending egg-child and... swooned.

"He's even more handsome now!" she declared with a dreamy sigh, her cheeks flushed. "A true man, bold enough to lay even the Chaos Dragon Goddess of Destruction!"

The Emperor, still slumped on his throne, snapped upright. "Persephone! Are you listening to yourself? This man already has a wife! A DRAGON wife!"

Persephone folded her arms, unperturbed. "And? A great man deserves more than one wife."

Draconyra snorted smoke through her nostrils. "Oh? And you think you are worthy of my mate?"

The princess didn't flinch, her royal pride rivaling even the dragoness'. "I am Persephone, a descendant of this world's creator. Who better to stand beside a hero of his stature?"

The 'hero' rubbed the back of his neck, half-embarrassed and half-amused. "Well, she's got a point, Draconyra. I am pretty great."

Draconyra glared at him, but there was no malice in her gaze, only reluctant acceptance. "Fine. But I was here first. She's the second wife."

(Sometime later)

Somewhere far beyond mortal comprehension, the god of this world, Persephone's true father, watched the unfolding drama with growing outrage.

"My daughter, my perfect daughter, a second wife?!" the god thundered, shaking the heavens. His divine aura darkened the skies as storms brewed.

His loyal angelic attendants cowered. "Lord Creator, please calm yourself. Surely this is but a minor—"

"Minor?!" the god roared, his voice crackling with divine fury. "She should be FIRST in all things! That dragon wench dares to claim precedence over my child?!"

The god's fury boiled over, and he summoned his divine power. "If that hero's spawn dares to overshadow my bloodline, I shall curse him! Let him suffer endless misfortune in my world!"

The god raised his hand, his curse forming like a swirling vortex of darkness. But in his rage, he didn't notice a slight error. Instead of targeting the unborn Great Red, his divine wrath found Persephone's womb, where a child was growing.

Back in the mortal world, Persephone began to glow faintly, a divine aura wrapping around her bulging belly.

The 'hero' blinked. "Uh, what's going on? That doesn't look normal."

Draconyra tilted her massive head. "That's divine energy. Why does it feel... angry?"

Suddenly, the faint glow pulsed ominously, and a deep, otherworldly voice echoed:

"This child shall suffer misfortune for eternity! May his every step bring calamity, and may he never know peace! In my world."

The 'hero' frowned. "Huh. That's oddly specific."

Draconyra's eyes narrowed. "Sounds like a curse. Probably from your wife's overprotective daddy."

Persephone placed a protective hand on her stomach. "My father... he cursed my child?" Her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and fury. "How dare he! My child is innocent!"

The 'hero' crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Tch. Typical godly tantrum. Don't worry, Persephone. Our child will be fine. He's my son, after all." He would have intervened but he doesn't want to make the God of this world aware of his presence.

Later that evening, the 'hero' sat between Draconyra and Persephone, both of whom were now begrudgingly cooperating for the sake of their respective children.

"You're oddly calm about this," Draconyra remarked, her tail curling protectively around their egg.

The 'hero' shrugged. "A curse is just another challenge. He has got my blood, doesn't he? Even millions of thuder bolts can't harm him much less bad luck."

Persephone smiled faintly, her hand still resting on her stomach. "I will protect him too. He won't face this curse alone."

"See?" the 'hero' said, grinning. "My son already got the strongest mom squad in history. What could go wrong?"

Meanwhile, the Creator God

The god of the world sat fuming on his divine throne, still unaware of his miscalculation.

"Let's see how you handle that, Hero," he muttered, convinced he had dealt a crushing blow to his daughter's "rival" family.

But far below, in the mortal realm, the unborn Leo stirred within Persephone's womb, his godly power already defying the curse. While misfortune would follow him, so too would strength, resilience, and the unshakable will of one born from the union of a Goddess and a Lyros God.

And, as the 'hero' later quipped, "If life's gonna keep throwing curses at you, you might as well throw punches back harder."

(Leo's Dad)

"I used the transformation technique on Draconyra, not me, my idiot son." He slapped his forehead, seeing his dragon child telling the wrong story to his golden dragon daughter-in-law.

"Hmph, you left my granddaughters behind, now let me punish you for that." He said planning to take revenge for his ruined image in front of his daughter-in-law.

Yeah, Gods are petty like that.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" A collective shout came as Leo's father turned back to see a group of women standing with crossed arms and glaring at him, unimpressed.

"Uhh, I was just planning to give Leo a gift, nothing else." He said technically it was not a lie, but women are unpredictable creatures, more so when they are goddesses or dragons.