First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1284: Try a Little Harder, Yeah?

Even when a virtual tidal event was poised to strike, Abaddon didn’t feel particularly threatened.

With only the tip of his finger, he flicked the wall of sloshing darkness away. Disdain showed on his curled lips. “How dare you covet me…Erasing you will be my..”

Spontaneously, Abaddon remembered something of greater importance.

He whirled around, expecting K’ael to have another reaction to the surge of darkness. However, when he met the eyes of his son, there was barely even a thought forming in his head.

He blinked at his father, then held up both thumbs innocently.

“…Very cool, father.”

Abaddon would have felt a bit bashful if he had taken a moment to stop and think.

“Are you alright?? Do you feel strange??”

“Am I supposed to..?”

Abaddon could only pat his son on the head. Having children was unironically one of the most nerve-wracking things of his life.

“So this is what you needed help with, my little prince of snuggle-wuggles and cocoa kisses?” Lailah rubbed her cheek against Bashenga’s like an obsessive housecat.

In response, Bashenga’s will to live saw a very considerable nosedive. “…Yes. I would not have contacted you in any other circumstance, but the scale of the infection is significant. Everdra is already beginning to feel the effects…”

At the mention of her name, Everdra shyly turned around and pulled her hair to the side.

What appeared to be a black pustule had appeared in the center of her back. The darkened veins around it were slowly spreading through her body.

Valerie curled her lip. “That’s what you get for taking away our baby-”

Lillian chopped her in the throat without even turning her head.

While Valerie kneeled on the ground holding her throat, Eris stepped forward to place her hand on the Earth spirit’s back.

“You poor thing… You’re burning up.”

Everdra looked over her shoulder to smile. Her brow was lined with sweat, and the energy inside of her was as chaotic as a rushing river.

“It is truly not as bad as it looks. I fear your son was being a bit overdramatic in his concern for me… Though it isn’t as if I don’t appreciate it.” She looked beyond Eris and winked at her husband.

Bashenga placed his hand over his chest and showed her a soft little smile.

“No… I fear he was correct to be worried.” Eris shook her head, turning to Bekka. “It’ll be faster and less painful if you do it, my darling.”

“Anything for you, baby cakes!” Bekka reached down and unbuttoned her jean shorts.

“MOTHER!” K’ael covered his eyes.

“What!? It’s always better to do this with my pants unbuckled so I don’t feel constricted afterwards!”

“I am aware of that, but why in Elder Yesh’s name are you not wearing underwear!?”

Bekka looked down at her gray pubic hair, just beginning to peek out. Shockingly, she wasn’t all that embarrassed.

“What do you mean, ’why’ you’re standing next to the reason!”

K’ael shoved his father away, gagging. “Ugh! Deviants!”

“Don’t slut shame us, boy, we didn’t raise you like that!”

Bekka walked past her husband and her son, shaking her head. Abaddon made sure to get a brief peek down her shorts as she walked by. It was a mistake. The scent that wafted into his nose awoke something in him that made it difficult to remember that he was in the company of his sons.

Bekka walked to the nearest ledge, already licking her lips in anticipation of indulging her gluttony.

She opened her lips as wide as she could and made a subtle inhaling noise.

The black ocean in front of her seemed to shriek, only realizing the immense danger she posed all too late.

As Bekka literally ate their opposition, Abaddon found himself continually stealing glances at K’ael.

He wondered why, for whatever reason, his son hadn’t had any reaction to the black wave when it threatened to overtake them earlier.

K’ael had remained his usual, calm self. Meaning that his father couldn’t easily pinpoint if the trigger was dark things, or… Something else.

“…Son, do you ever- !”

Abaddon snapped his head in another direction without warning.

A rush of air slammed into K’ael’s face, splitting his lips open and nearly ripping every hair follicle off his scalp.

K’ael could barely follow his father’s trajectory as he flew away. His mothers on the other hand were a completely different story.

“What is he-”

“We were being watched.” Seras said with a hard frown.

K’ael blinked in shock. He had never even sensed anything.

“Does he need-”

An earth-splitting rumble seized the side of a mountain roughly 80 miles away, causing the pillar of stone to crack open like a raw egg.

“…No, I think he’s got it.”

–

The entity was strange, to say the very least.

Its lower half bore three toes, all covered in a black, glossy membrane that produced a sickly mucus. Above the creature’s waist, its outer membrane turned into a white layer of taut skin stretched across a spidery frame.

The long limbs, razor-like claws, and even the mouth full of serrated teeth were not nearly as intimidating as the creature’s eyes.

They were not attached to its skull.

Rather, the creature’s eight eyes floated in a row just above its head. The soccer ball-sized oculars were a bright amethyst color and seemed to have no need to blink as any other creature would.

From atop a mountain peak, it was kneeling in the snow, hiding behind a magical barrier designed to prevent it from being perceived by anyone or anything.

This was how the spell should have worked. So when the creature suddenly locked eyes with the target of his espionage.

The creature tried to move back, but it was too late.

In an instant, Abaddon was above the creature, his nostrils billowing flame and his arm polled back to strike.

Before his stalker could flee, he slammed his fist into the creature’s head with enough force to split the moon in half.

The unsuspecting watcher was planted deep within the mountain. Beyond the momentary disorientation, he didn’t seem to be very injured.

He burst out of the far side of the mountain as it crumbled, violet blood leaking from his head but otherwise intact.

“You are one of hers. Did you think I wouldn’t be able to sniff you out?”

The creature snarled at him in response. The eyes around it’s head shone defiantly before it rushed him, claws outstretched.

The creature was fast. He didn’t fly through the air so much as he teleported. Yet Abaddon was faster.

As he hovered, he casually put himself out of reach of the creature. His lips turned into a slightly amused smirk.

“Bayach’al was uncooperative at first too. Would you like to know how that worked out for him?”

The creature seemed surprised to hear that name. It unconsciously flinched, and in that moment of hesitation, sealed it’s fate.

Nothing occurred, or at least nothing visible to the naked eye.

But suddenly, the two halves of the creature’s body slid apart from one another. It fell back aimlessly, never even processing that it had been bisected until it fell through a black opening, and all of its vision became filled with dark.