First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1055: Lashing Out

– The Shadow Realm

“Damn it… Damn it!”

Thor watched chairs and furnishings fly past his head and strike opposite sides of the wall; shattering into pieces on contact.

In a room full of cowering demons, he and Lucifer Senior were the only ones who seemed unintimidated.

A feral Percival hurled obscene insults at his men as often as he did furniture. And when he ran out of things to throw, magic would likely fly next.

“ONE little beast! You incompetent fucking wretches couldn’t keep one beast properly sedated and allowed it to run free, and now look! One of our biggest resources is GONE OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW!!”

Percival flipped over the table and struck Lucifer Jr. with it.

All things considered, this was still a relatively ’good’ tantrum by Percival’s standards. He had yet to roll up his sleeves and actually strike anyone, and none of them had been subjected to his hedonism, so… It was sort of like a pep talk in a way.

“You weak-kneed dilapidated fucks!”

No matter how much he yelled, it was still better than the aftermath of the flowerfield battles … That day was horrendous for almost everyone involved.

Percival’s rampage only ended when he started to ruin his clothes. His bulging muscles threatened to tear the fabric of his suit, and the smoldering heat he produced was starting to melt his leather shoes.

“…Out… GET THE FUCK OUTTT!!”

The assembled demons were quick to flee the moment that Percival permitted them.

This left only three individuals behind.

“Is there a reason you’re standing here staring at me, you thundering oaf?”

Thor continued leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He did not respond to Percival’s provocations at first.

“I’m leaving, little man. I’ve reached my limit for demon stench sooner than I thought I would.”

Oddly enough, Percival didn’t have another one of his angry flare-ups, and instead, he leaned back with an amused expression.

“Well, now I’m just curious. Where exactly do you think you’re going to go?”

“Home.”

Percival actually looked impressed. “Oh, wow. You are as dumb as you look.”

Blue lightning ran across Thor’s figure and turned his eyes an illustrious cyan. “Careful. I have felled snakes greater than you, boy.”

“Yeah, yeah, the Jormungandr thing, I’ve heard all about it.” Percival waved his hand dismissively. “You gods are always so proud of winning your little rivalries and stuff, and holy shit, it’s just so boring. Nobody really gives a damn besides you.”

Percival pointed over his shoulder at his father and uncle.

“Case and point.”

The lightning around Thor’s body fizzled out. He made a distasteful snort and started heading for the door.

“Hey, big red.” Percival called. “I think you’re forgetting that Abaddon erased you in this universe. And your old man may be powerful, but he’s not a level to possess parallel awareness. He doesn’t even know you’re missing.”

Thor paused with his hand on the doorknob. The metal creaked underneath his grip.

“You seem to be mistaken about something. I’m not going because I’m homesick, or even because I want to see that one-eyed old bastard. I told you because I can’t stand the smell of you.”

Percival sniffed his shirt.

“…But this is Dior Sauvage?”

The antichrist leaned back in his chair and had Michael hand him a glass of wine. “You probably don’t get it as a Nord. What do they call you all? ’The dirtiest sons of god’? Brutal.”

Thor remained painfully unamused.

He pulled open the door and started walking out of the building, but he could still hear Percival’s voice in his head even as he left.

Don’t forget our arrangement, big red. Wouldn’t be proper of you to go back on a promise now, would it?

Thor sneered. “Fret not, little princeling. I will help you kill the dragon who has stolen my daughter. But you should not forget that there is no leash on me.”

Would you like one?

“…”

Eventually, Percival could no longer feel Thor’s presence within the realm.

His expression gradually shifted back into it’s usual, unamused and hard to read appearance.

“They’re up two now, and that’s… just no good. We’ll have to hit them where it hurts next time or else I’ll never be able to swallow the humiliation…”

Percival reached inside of his pocket and pulled out a black gem.

Michael clammed up at the sight of the rock. “It’s… too soon. He hasn’t-”

“Yes, I’m well aware of what the bird hasn’t done. But that’ll be his fault unless you can find me another way to…”

Percival suddenly tilted his head as if a thought had just occurred to him.

His lips curled into a malevolent smile.

“…How many of our demons do you think have nice clothes to wear?”

Michael and Lucifer looked at him like he was stupid just for asking the question.

“Okay, fair enough.” Percival stood up.

“We’ll have to get them looking spiffy then. It’ll be good to give everyone else a public appearance that is to die for.”

–

“ODINNN!”

Loki rushed to meet the all-father with his arms held out and a giddy smile on his face.

In response, the all-father struck him across the jaw with his staff.

As the trickster god went tumbling to the ground, the surrounding einherjar pointed their blades at him from every direction.

“Why is this man not restrained?” Odin questioned.

Thrudd shrugged half-heartedly. “Didn’t really see the need…”

“No need?!” Odin almost bit his own tongue from anger.

Fiona stepped in with a smile to save the situation from degrading even further.

“Things have been just a little bit chaotic at the Tathamet home lately, so we-”

“Jesus, which child or wife or sister, or grandmother are you?” Odin grumbled.

Fiona opened and closed her mouth like a fish. “I’m just a family friend… but if I was going to be anyone’s wife it would probably be her younger brother’s, you know, the one who’s really tall with all the muscles and curly hair and-”

“I’m going to ignore you then.”

“Probably for the best.”

The einherjar got Loki to his feet and ensured that his hands were properly bound behind his back.

“I miss my other cellmates already… do you think they’ll answer if I write to them?” He pouted.

“Are you kidding?” Odin was baffled. “After what you pulled, you think we’ll let you within a kilometer of anything you could use to communicate?”

“B-But Lady Eris said I’d get better conditions!”

“She requested that you not be tortured. Not that we transfer you to a day spa.”

“Can I at least get some television?”

“Fine, but only one channel.”

“Whatever Tyler Perry movies come on.”

“Sorry, I told Lady Eris I wouldn’t torture you.” Odin smiled evilly.

“You dick!”

Loki was bound, gagged, and dragged away by the guards while screaming complaints that only he could hear.

Thrudd, Behemoth, and Fiona were left outside on the steps to Valhalla.

As soon as Odin shut the door and left them behind, Thrudd simply turned around and started walking in a random direction.

“Oh, come on!” Fiona ran in front of the dragonness and made herself an obstacle. “You showed up crying and dragged us all the way here, saying it was just for an errand, and now I want to know what’s going on with you!”

Thrudd lifted Fiona up by her underarms and moved her out of her way with ease. “I just… had some stuff going on. A-And last time I checked, I went to Bebe not you.”

“I consider myself an integral part of this relationship!”

“On what grounds!?”

“On the grounds that you’re both massively inexperienced and emotionally stunted reptile women with boobs bigger than your brains.”

Fiona looked at Thrudd’s chest carefully. Her eyes were filled with pity.

“Poor girl, you never really had a chance, huh? Eleven moms and you got a little bit of titty meat from each one.”

Thrudd would have tried to hit Fiona if she weren’t certain the girl would duck.

Instead, she kept walking and tried her best to ignore her.

“Look, I’m sorry for the dramatics. I just… saw a scary movie and I didn’t want to go anywhere on my own in case something jumped at me.”

Thrudd soon had another obstacle in her path. Though this one was significantly taller and more powerful. Every curve and patch of skin was already ingrained into her memory.

“Why are you lying?”

“I-I’m not, I just-”

“You abhor scary movies. You throw your phone at the wall when you get advertisements for them in front of your YouTube videos.”

“That was ONE time!”

“Thrudd. What is wrong with you?” Behemoth asked again. “Your dishonesty is… upsetting me.”

“Oh my god, you voiced an emotion that wasn’t sex or anger based.” Fiona gasped.

“I will eat you, human.”

Thrudd wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her gaze.

“I guess it’s just… family stuff.”

Suddenly, Behemoth grabbed Thrudd by the hand.

“We should… find somewhere to talk about it then.”

Thrudd’s cheeks warmed. “O-Okay…”

A look of warmth passed between the two women.

“Hey, can we get food while we’re trauma dumping? I’m having a really bad sweet tooth right now and I think I would choke a baby for a slice of carrot cake.” Fiona rubbed her stomach.

Behemoth and Thrudd glared at her.

“…Okay, fine. Just know I get really bitchy when I’m hungry.”