First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1067: More In-Laws

Izanami straightened her clothes with a sort of nervous fascination. She scanned every inch of herself in the bathroom mirror, looking for even the slightest hair to be out of place.

She was dressed to the nines today, in her traditional green and gold robe with her tattoos mostly hidden.

Ornate pins had been placed in her hair to give her an even more regal and respectable appearance.

No matter how perfect she looked, Izanami kept discovering perceived flaws and endeavoring to fix them.

It persisted for such an unreasonably long time that Abaddon finally put a stop to it.

“If you rub your clothes any more than this, you’re going to wear the dye out of the fabric.” Abaddon grabbed her hands.

Izanami pulled herself together for no more than thirty seconds before she let her body go limp against her husband’s chest.

“This was a mistake… I should have just kept ignoring them instead of allowing them to come. Now I’m going to be miserable for the duration of their visit because I haven’t learned to properly say no.”

Abaddon patted her on top of the head pitifully. “You’re being a bit overdramatic again. Omodaru and Kashiko-ne aren’t that bad.”

Izanami cocked her brow. “They didn’t even bother to carry my brother or me normally. They fused their essences together, and we spontaneously came into being.”

“I’m sure they thought it would be less traumatic for you? Primordial deities remember their births quite vividly after all.”

Izanami cocked her brow at the notion of her parents caring anything about her being traumatized. “I think you’re forgetting that my mother has never hugged me. My father has never said a kind word to me.”

“…”

“…”

“…Well, the good thing is that you’ll be at home. Where our liquor cabinet is.” Abaddon kissed her.

Izanami had to admit that did feel like a small consolation. Maybe she could keep a bit of liquor in her thermos where no one would notice and take sips at her leisure.

She could cover her face in an illusion for when her cheeks inevitably started turning red, but if she started getting too drunk, then she doubted she would be able to keep it up with no deficiencies.

If things came to the worst-case scenario, she could always have Satan make small talk with them, and hopefully, after clutching their pearls for long enough, her parents would just get frustrated and leave.

“I can tell you’re thinking about something ridiculous, and I think it would be best if you stopped.”

“…” Izanami stashed her plans in the back of her brain for the time being.

It wasn’t like Abaddon didn’t understand why she was nervous. The god Omodaru and the goddess Kashiko-ne are a part of the sixth generation of Shinto Primordial deities.

Abaddon remembered them as being relatively neutral about everything and everyone a few billion years ago. But he’d heard that after everything that happened with their daughter, and the stories of their mythology becoming increasingly more obscure, they have in turn become more cynical people.

He couldn’t figure out why they suddenly wanted to see Izanami. They don’t visit her in the universes where she lives in Yomi, and they didn’t bother to come see her when Izanagi held her prisoner, either.

Evidently, Izanami was also unraveling at the seams, trying to figure it out.

“You need to relax.” Abaddon kissed her neck. “They’re not going to take you away from here. And if they dare to say something unfriendly, then Bayle has been in need of a chew toy for a while, so…”

Izanami almost wanted to laugh.

“I fear I’ll need more than the mental image of many parents being eaten to help me relax… but your effort is always appreciated.”

Abaddon kept his arms wrapped firmly around Izanami’s waist. With his nose buried in the side of her neck, her scent was going straight to his brain.

In turn, his breathy voice so close to her ear was beginning to make her feel like she was floating on a cloud.

“We still have some time before they get here. I’ll help you in whatever way you need.”

Izanami looked at herself in the mirror. She had put a lot of effort into making herself look nice, and she didn’t want to ruin her clothes and makeup so soon before the big arrival.

She turned around and leaned against the sink. While making eye contact, Izanami delicately untied her belt, allowing her robe to flutter open.

Abaddon couldn’t understand for the life of him why she had decided to cover her markings up. When fully revealed, the contrast of the black patterns against her beautiful porcelain skin was a contrast that frankly made her seem unreal.

She was more beautiful than any photograph could capture. More ethereal than a dream.

Abaddon kneeled in front of her without waiting for her to beckon him further. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder for better access to her most vulnerable places.

As he buried his head between her legs, a series of soft, content moans escaped her lips.

Izanami surrendered herself to her husband’s grasp. Her brain and legs turned to mush as he kept her upright.

Valerie came into the bathroom looking for Abaddon, and when she found him, all she could do was shake her head at the sight.

“Such bottomless appetites… a man and woman after my own heart.”

Izanami looked up with half-lidded eyes. “I-In our defense, this is more like a massage than anything. I’m very stressed…”

Valerie smiled at her pitifully. “Sweetie, we have fourteen kids. I know exactly how ’massages’ work.”

Izanami couldn’t say anything in response.

“Are you almost done at least? I wanted to use this on our husband to see if it could help him.” Valerie held up a cartoonishly large key made out of a glowing blue metal.

“A-And that is…?”

“Soul key.” She shrugged. “I made it to help primordials who’ve gone insane. It helps them piece their fractured souls back together. I figure we might as well give it a try since our husband isn’t exactly the picture of mental stability.”

“…” Abaddon paused mid-lick and turned to stare at Valerie accusatorially.

Though he only got to see her for a few seconds before Izanami grabbed him by the horns and returned him to his prior position.

“H-He may not be, but he’s really… g-good and I love him and.. I’m…!” Izanami hunched over and squeezed her husband’s horns so hard that they nearly snapped.

Valerie watched the wet spot on the floor grow larger and larger as Izanami relieved herself in her husband’s mouth. What he failed to drink ran down his chin and chest, giving Valerie’s own engine a proper start-up.

Izanami panted slightly as she covered her body from Valerie’s eyes. “…You can’t ruin my hair and makeup.”

“Boo…” Valerie puffed out her cheeks.

She kneeled on the ground beside Abaddon and pulled his head from between Izanami’s legs.

Abaddon was surprised when she used her tongue to lick up the nectar running down his chin.

When she reached his lips, he felt her tongue intertwine with his as she searched for the last vestiges of the sweet nectar they both craved.

Izanami was starting to see the results of her folly. Massages really were troublesome.

When Valerie finally pulled away from Abaddon, there was a clear moment where Izanami believed she was about to see a repeat of this morning.

However flirtatious she may have been, Valerie was a stickler for her husband’s well-being. Any more fun would have to wait until she could take a proper look at him.

She held up the key between his eyes and tapped him on the center of the forehead with it repeatedly.

“Ready to experience my magic?”

Abaddon took the key from her and stared at it with a questioning gaze.

“…Are you even sure that this will work on me?”

“Nope.” Valerie admitted with a smile. “That’s why we’re trying it out. But if this doesn’t work, I’m sure Laialh will put something together that does. We’ll figure out what’s going on with you no matter what.”

“I thought you knew what was wrong with me. Mental instability.” Abaddon said with a sarcastic point.

If he was expecting Valerie to apologize for her earlier assessment, he was sorely mistaken.

“Ah, right, I misspoke. We’ll figure out how to cure you, my hunky little manic patient.” She kissed him again.

Valerie pressed the key up to his temple, right where his third eye should have been.

“Now, I need you to concentrate and tell me what you see, okay? Don’t fight it and shut those peepers.”

“Yes, yes.” Abaddon nodded as he closed his eyes.

Without waiting further, Valerie punged the key into the center of his head.

Instead of blood pouring from the room, there was a bright blue light of the same color as the key.

Abaddon’s eyes suddenly opened.

“What are you doing? I told you to close your eyes!”

Abaddon didn’t respond to Valerie’s words. He didn’t even flinch.

Becoming worried, Valerie shook him twice in an attempt to snap him out of it.

In the end, his body slumped over onto the floor; his eyes still open and unresponsive.

“W-What happened to him!?”

“I-I don’t know! Maybe because he’s a dragon, it’s working differently? Or maybe it’s the egoless thing??” Valerie guessed.

At that moment, the door to the bathroom opened again, and Lisa poked her head inside.

“Izanami, hon? Your parents are here.”

In an instant, all of Izanami’s nerves came crashing back into her.