First Demonic Dragon

Despite Abaddon and Ayaana’s insistence that they would only watch one episode, listening to a vampire routinely call people a motherfucker while 80’s soul music played in the background was, surprisingly, rather addicting.

It was already three in the morning, and their eyes were permanently glued to the screen, with no sign of weariness on any of their faces.

Even when Ayaana inevitably split, the wives only made themselves comfortable on the sofa and continued watching.

This was how Abaddon ended up with Bekka and Lillian in his lap, while the rest of the wives lay in each other’s arms with their children and their pets sprawled across their legs.

Not requiring sleep did, in fact, have its uses after all…

“This fucking sucks!” Mira crushed a can of soda in her hand. “Why does he keep self-sabotaging?! Why can’t he just love people and let them love him!”

“His dad tried to murder him, honey.” Audrina reminded.

“Doesn’t stop you!”

“…I believe it was more your father that he was trying to kill, but I understand your point nonetheless.”

The dragons remained in place for another hour more before Abaddon felt a small pin-prick in his brain. For a moment, he closed his eyes.

Inside his mind, he saw his son, made of a glowing red mist that looked similar to blood.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise. How’s the honeymoon?”

Bashenga folded his arms. “This is not exactly a honeymoon, father.”

“Yes, I can tell that based on the fact that you thought to contact me.” Abaddon rolled his eyes. “When your mothers and I got married, the very last thing on my mind was my Dad-“

“Not everyone is as depraved as you, old man.”

“Or as lucky, apparently.”

“Can you refrain from mentally scarring your children, for even a moment of your existence?”

“Your grandfather started this tradition. I’m simply carrying it on.”

Bashenga’s disdain was palpable.

A ball of light in the form of a curvaceous yellow dragonness swooped in and wrapped her arms around Bashenga’s incorporeal form.

“Hellooo, my baby boy! How are you doing?? You feel thin, are you eating properly?”

“Mother.”

“How is the honeymoon going? I assume not well if you had the thought to talk to your father.” Lisa blinked innocently.

Bashenga cursed himself for his lack of foresight. Of course, this would end up being a colossal mistake. He should have just dealt with his problem on his own.

“IS THAT MY LITTLE BOOKIE-BEAR!?!”

Bekka was next to join in on the embrace, grabbing her son firmly and spinning him around like a cartoon princess.

“I’ve missed you sooooo much!! Did you miss me??? Oh, why haven’t you responded to any of my text messages? Did you see the cute little memes I sent you??”

Bashenga couldn’t respond before his problem snowballed.

Once his mothers started noticing that he was communicating with his father, they all swarmed into Abaddon’s mind to get a word in with their gentle but horribly stand-offish son.

Bashenga could not draw a breath or get a word in edgewise for five entire minutes.

“…As I was saying…”

Seras continued to place kisses on top of the boy’s head as he brooded. He simply told himself that it was for the best if he just let her be. That said, getting out everything that he wanted to say so he could leave was his new priority.

“I have contacted you to inquire about your current location. I sensed you were not home.”

“Indeed not.” Abaddon floated in midair, his hand resting against his chin. “I suppose you could say we’re out hunting.”

“You were looking for us?? Does that mean you’re ready to move back home?” Laialh asked, tangible hope in her gold-ringed eyes.

“…No.”

The hearts of ten different women shattered all at once.

“I simply believed that you and Father might be of some assistance. There is… an obstacle that needs removing.”

Abaddon shifted his posture.

“…Alright. Stay where you are and we will come to you.”

Bashenga blinked slowly. “That… is all that you have to say?”

“I am surprised you were expecting more.”

“You asked no questions of me.”

“You are our precious child, my beloved.” Bekka smiled at him. “All we need to know is that you need us, and we will always come to you.”

Bashenga’s apparition was silent for a moment, and his parents did not seem to know what he was thinking.

When he spoke again, his deep voice was a bit less firm.

“… I see. I await your arrival then.” His body gradually began to fade.

“If you embarrass me on arriving I will have you consumed by a lightless void.”

Valerie giggled as she snaked her hands along Bekka’s jawline. The tiangou immediately blushed.

“Going to have to try a little harder than that, young man. Your mother here already has quite the generous little appetite.”

“…I change my mind. All of you stay where you are.”

“NO!”

–

After leaving his room, Abaddon found Fiona on the bridge of her ship with Courtney.

As they flew across the clouds at a nearly mythical speed, the world below was difficult to get an accurate assessment of.

That was, unless you were traveling with a small fighting force of god-like dragons and an array of complex technology.

From their ship, the group could see many things.

They could track animals in their path, trace certain amounts of magical energy, and it even had a function that allowed it to search for more specific objects provided that they had some sort of sample to track.

Since Abaddon uploaded his blood into the computer, it was currently searching for anything that he might have left his blood on.

Nine different duplicate bodies were also out, flying around and searching for a dangerous rock that could upend his life and empire.

It was important that he kept searching for it, and he certainly would. But as a father, he couldn’t so easily ignore the requests of his son. Especially when Bashenga never asked him for much in his entire life.

He must have been just that desperate.

“Sorry, Captain… seems we’re going to have to make a small detour.”