The First Patriarch: Streaming My Cosmic Harem

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: He Spelled It Out

"Yo, Bitches."

The chat didn’t just slow down.

It stopped.

Absolute silence fell over the divine broadcast as the "fragile" male of Tartarus looked the goddesses of the multiverse in the eye and dared them to blink.

The silence lasted for exactly three seconds.

Then, the chat exploded.

It wasn’t just a ripple of surprise, it was a tidal wave of vitriol, a digital riot that threatened to lag the very interface of the AUREALIS Network.

In this world, a male was a delicate ornament, a submissive whisper in the grand chorus of female power.

To have one look into a camera, wet and half-naked, and address the high-ranking entities of the multiverse with such gutter-trash disrespect was a social nuclear event.

[ LIVE CHAT ]

[Crimson_Fury] (White): WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?! I will find the plane of existence you are on and rip those black ears off your head!

[Battle_Maiden_Vera] (White): You filthy, low-born cur! "Bitches"? A male, a slave, calling us that? I’ll have your tongue cut out and served to the hounds!

[Angelic_Sword_Valerius] (Red): My Lady Sera, I beg of you, give me his coordinates! This insolence cannot go unpunished. I will bring the holy fire to wash away this filth!

[Star_Gazer_Yuna] (White): Look at him... he actually thinks he’s something. You’re a toy, beastman! A toy for a noble to use and discard. How dare you speak!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): I... I am offended! My face is burning! Someone kill him! Please, someone just kill him already!

[Valkyrie_Rose] (Red): I have hunted beasts more respectful than this. If I were there, I’d snap his neck before he could blink. Why is he still breathing?

[Void_Stalker_X] (White): DEATH TO THE PATRIARCH! Burn him! Castrate him! Let’s see him act "dominant" when he’s begging for mercy in a dungeon!

Azriel watched the screen scroll so fast the text became a blur of white, cyan, and angry red.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead, he leaned closer to the Soul Camera, water dripping from the tip of his nose, and let out a soft, mocking chuckle.

He looked entirely too comfortable for a man with a million execution orders on his head.

Suddenly, a Golden message cut through the chaos, frozen at the top by the system

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Azriel... you truly are a masterpiece! Look at them! You’ve turned the Heavens into a cage of screaming banshees in less than ten seconds!

Deep in the void, Seraphine was doubled over, her iridescent hair wildly whipping about as she clutched her stomach in fits of hysterical laughter.

Her pink eyes were watering, watching the absolute mayhem her "chosen" had sparked.

"The fury!" she wheezed to the other figures in the void. "The pure, unadulterated salt! It’s delicious!"

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Don’t mind them, Little Az. The angrier they get, the more they’ll watch. You’ve already doubled your viewer count. Keep going... show them why a "Patriarch" is someone to be feared, not just insulted.

Azriel reached out, his violet eyes locking onto the camera as if he were staring directly into the souls of the women watching.

"I see a lot of talk about killing and ripping and burning," Azriel said, his voice dropping into a smooth, predatory baritone.

"But I don’t see anyone moving. You’re all just watching. You’re angry, you’re offended... and yet, you can’t look away, can you?"

"Go ahead. Keep screaming," he whispered, a sharp, white-toothed grin appearing.

"It just makes me want to tame you even more."

He leaned into camera just showing his facial features and fearless violet eyes.

"B-I-T-C-H-E-S"

Azriel lingered on the last syllable, his lips curling into a taunting smirk that promised nothing but trouble.

He didn’t just say the word, he savored it, tossing the insult into the faces of the most powerful beings in the universe like a gauntlet thrown into the dirt.

The chat shifted from a digital riot to a blinding supernova of pure, unadulterated rage.

[ LIVE CHAT ]

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): I am literal light-years away and I can feel my blood boiling! I will pay a thousand Karma Points for the head of this beastman!

[Shadow_Step_Mei] (White): He spelled it out... he actually spelled it out. My hands are shaking. I want to strangle him and kiss that arrogant mouth at the same time just to shut him up.

[High_Inquisitor_Vane] (Cyan): BLASPHEMY! This is a corruption of the natural order! A male claiming to "tame" us? Goddess Sera, please give us his coordinates, I will personally execute this fatherfucker myself!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Hahaha... no way I’m giving him up. This is far too much fun!

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): You’re right, Sera. This is actually better than those ’Ancient Tree Lo-Fi’ livestreams.

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): Why... why do I feel this fluttering in my heart when he spells it out like that?

[Angelic_Sword_Valerius] (Red): Argh! I just tried to trace his coordinates with my Divine Eye and got hit with a backlash... where the fuck is he?!

[Ice_Witch_Lyra] (White): Look at his eyes... he isn’t even blinking. He isn’t scared. Why isn’t he scared?! He’s just a slave!

Azriel stepped away from the lens, reaching for the body wash.

He lathered up, his eyes glancing at the viewer count: 254.

He smiled, seeing the chat moving so fast it was almost unreadable.

With a flick of his mind, he enabled Slow Mode and looked back at the camera as he scrubbed his chest with a loofah.

"Now, now," he drawled, "what are you all so angry about?"

He paused his scrubbing, leaning toward the lens with a mocking glint in his violet eyes.

"Just because I called you ’bitches’? Don’t tell me your pride is so fragile that a single word from a mortal hurts your feelings. Goddess Seraphine didn’t tell me the Heavens were filled with such... easy targets. Truly disappointing."

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Hehe... I didn’t expect my fellows to be this agitated either. I’m sorry, Little Az... Hehehehe!

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): It really is embarrassing to see you all reacting like this. Why are you so easy to trigger?

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): Don’t you two feel angry?! How dare a mortal, a male, talk to us like this? How can you be cool with it?

[I_Love_Leaf] (Golden): What’s there to be angry about? If he said it to my face, I’d probably slap him, but that’s it. This is a livestream. It’s fun to watch someone this gutsy.

[High_Inquisitor_Vane] (Cyan): What is this twisted logic?!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): I mean, it is just a stream... and he is quite cute. Especially those panther ears...

[Angelic_Sword_Valerius] (Red): @Moon_Priestess_99 Just shut up, you bitch! I saw your previous chats... you’re just a simp!

[Moon_Priestess_99] (Cyan): I-I just like his ears! I am no simp!

"Hahaha! Alright, alright... settle down," Azriel laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles as he rinsed the last of the foam from his skin. The hot water slicked his hair back, sharpening the lethal angles of his jawline. "Bitches... honestly. Don’t you want to know what the actual plan is for this stream?"