First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1046: God’s Blood

Abaddon was fully reluctant to open the doors to Oblivion for several reasons.

His primary concern was Yesh.

Oblivion’s powers were what had put the old man in his current predicament in the first place.

Would further use make them worse? He didn’t want to be responsible for the death of the old man.

Furthermore, Abaddon abhorred the idea of messing with the timeline again.

When he put people in Oblivion via the gates, the next time that he slept, he would unconsciously rewrite reality and create a timeline without whoever he’d shoved in there.

The first and only time he did this, he ended up with Sif as an ex-wife and Thrudd as a daughter.

Those were happy accidents. He had no wish to change them.

And yet, he was iron-clad in his resolve not to make those kinds of mistakes again.

But with the introduction of his family into the battle, Abaddon was out of time, and he was out of options.

The Ophanim wouldn’t be passive forever.

Eventually, when they realized that the Tathamets were going to be a persistent obstacle, their program would change from ’Do no harm’ to ’Kill everyone against you’.

And Abaddon wouldn’t allow that future to come to fruition. Even if it meant he had to change the past.

The gates to oblivion were as ominous as ever. The ancient, black wood was distinctly horrific in its appearance and aura.

Bekka had long embodied the great void—an insatiable emptiness that could not be satisfied. The consciousness of Nothingness.

Similarly, Audrina thought of herself as the deepest darkness. Cold and uncompromising. Persistent enough to swallow any light.

And yet, as the two looked into the world of black behind the gate doors, their minds temporarily went white.

It was like reaching enlightenment.

What they stared into was true nothing. True emptiness.

It wasn’t frightening so much as it was stupefying. But then again, beholding something new about the truth of existence always is.

And that day, they gazed into the origin of inevitability.

They hoped the rest of their family wasn’t staring as hard as they were. There was no way they could do so without injuring their eyes.

Just by being here, the gates were already starting to warp the fabric of the space around them.

Abaddon could already feel his time ticking down, so he dared not waste even a nanosecond.

One second.

The largest ophanim attempted to regain it’s momentum after Sif’s shove and grabbed hold of it’s brothers with one hand to steady them as well.

With it’s free limb, it grabbed the door closest to it and attempted to close the gates with it’s own power.

Two seconds.

Abaddon pushed himself further.

Black chains lashed out of the black depths and grabbed hold of the angels.

They went taut rather quickly and began dragging the Ophanim towards the gates.

Nano seconds crept by at a snail’s pace, but Abaddon had hope. They were going inside.

He even supplied the chains with more power. Power that, as Sif pointed out earlier, he didn’t really have to spare.

But none of that mattered. It was all for the end result.

Three seconds.

The stone angles produced a blinding flash of light.

When the glow died down, the four had become one.

They resembled a single crystal blue eye. Numerous golden rings rotated around their body like machines.

All eight of their wings were white and perfect and glorious. Even the darkness of the chains couldn’t dull their sparkle.

At the last, critical moment, the Ophanim pulled back hard against the chains.

Abaddon roared in denial.

Time was up.

The gates didn’t stay open even a nanosecond longer. The chains retracted from the angels.

With a loud boom, the doors shut themselves tightly and vanished from this corner of existence.

Abaddon roared so loudly that he was heard all the way in Tehom by his people.

Free and unburdened, the Ophanim were back on the assault.

They wasted no time in charging up another attack for Abaddon. And his brain was scrambling for another plan.

“STOP!”

A powerful, feminine voice reverberated through the area and rattled the bones of everyone present.

With a burst of light, Asherah appeared in front of Abaddon.

She held out her hand before the Ophanim. It was slick with shining gold blood.

For the first time, the angels froze directly in their tracks.

“As I thought…” Asherah said with thinly veiled irritation. “Recognize the blood of your lord and know that I speak for him..! Cease this attack on his chosen at once!”

The Ophanim separated once again. Each of them returned to their original size and shape.

They encircled Asherah while pointing at Abaddon.

For the first time, they spoke.

Abaddon knew every language and dialect that had existed or would exist thanks to Lailah. But this one was completely alien to him.

He thought it might have been some variant of Enochian, but it was so different from any version he’d ever heard before.

Asherah responded to them in the same strange dialect. With no ability to follow the conversation, and no ability to read the minds of the Ophanim, Abaddon and the others were deeply in the dark.

They waited around with bated breath, petrified over what might happen next.

Everyone was prepared for the worst.

Miraculously, the Ophanim vanished out of existence one after the other.

The tension in the air vanished almost instantly. Everyone relaxed.

But the second that Abaddon relaxed, he dropped out of the sky.

His form completely broke down until he resembled nothing but a mass of energy. He was like a star fallen from heaven.

“DAD!”

Thea rushed to her father first and caught him.

Her heart was torn in two.

Thea began to hyperventilate.

No matter how much she shook her father, no matter how much she yelled for him, he didn’t respond back.

That had never happened to her before.

“Dad..! Dad!”

“Thea, calm down.”

Lailah enveloped her daughter and her husband in her arms to calm her down.

“You need to let him rest. He’s really tapped out at the moment.”

Tapped out was an understatement. Abaddon didn’t even have enough energy to make a body to dwell in.

Lailah wiped her daughter’s face of tears, and the blood of her father. Thea may not have been an adolescent anymore, but there were just some things that you never wanted your children to see.

“I didn’t… I didn’t know that he could get like this.” Thea said in a low voice.

Lailah didn’t know what to say to that. She knew, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t surprised every time that it happened.

All that she could do was hold her daughter and try to keep her from crying.

Asherah felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She didn’t even need to look back to see who it was.

“…Kanami. I hope that you’re well and-”

“You’ll have to forgive me. I’m hardly in the mood for niceties right now.”

Asherah had never in her existence felt so small. Kanami’s heated gaze was enough to burn a hole through her back.

“What. Just. Happened?”