First Demonic Dragon

Lillian spent a few extra minutes in Abaddon’s room watching him sleep before she inevitably left the room quietly.

Once his door clicked closed, Lillian started down the hallway to meet Lailah and the rest of the wives.

“Li-li-an~!”

Out of nowhere, Nyx leapt onto Lillian’s back and hugged her tightly from behind.

Though it wasn’t as if Lillian hadn’t noticed her, so she showed no discernible react to her arrival.

“Hello, Nyx. Has anyone ever told you that you are rather bubbly for a primordial goddess?”

Nyx seemed to find this amusing as she resisted the urge to grope Lillian’s large chest.

“This is the beauty of understanding parallel existence, my dear. I can have any personality, appearance, or disposition that I choose.

Why should I resign myself to constantly behaving in a refined manner all the time when the options are quite literally… limitless?”

“Hmm… I suppose you are right, but it’s strange for a primordial goddess to so openly leer at those younger than her.”

“Yes, well… this is my first time living as a single woman since I burst into existence with my brother at my side.

I do normally prefer close family bonding, but I am not averse to the sampling of outside morsels either~”

“Find someone else to leer at.” Lillian replied as she waved away Nyx’s advances. “Preferably those who don’t share my bed every night.”

“But you’re all so cute and tantalizing!” Nyx affirmed.

She just wanted to eat them all up every time that she laid eyes on them!

Without looking back, Lillian poked out both of Nyx’s eyes with her claws.

But of course, the old goddess wasn’t bothered in the slightest sense she didn’t need eyes to actually ‘see’.

Besides, she started healing in seconds afterwards anyway.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop playing now since I do have something somewhat important to discuss with you.” Nyx said as she regained some semblance of maturity.

“Oh? I am all ears.” Lillian replied.

“How did Abaddon become a living embodiment? And why did none of you tell me about this development??” Nyx asked seriously.

“I didn’t realize that we had to tell you something like that… besides, we thought you may try to take advantage of his innocence and lack of memories.”

“Eh?? Did you all really think that I would do something like that?”

“Given the fact that you no longer look Greek, I would say that our assumption wasn’t too far off the money.”

Nyx remembered that she was still wearing her new Abaddon tailored appearance, and kicked herself internally as she forced a smile onto her face.

“I just… like to try out new appearances?”

“Sure.”

“N-Nevermind that for now! Just answer my questions please.” Nyx begged as she stuffed down her embarrassment.

By this point, Lillian saw no real harm in telling the goddess as she already seemed to know a great deal.

Briefly, she explained to her friend everything that she knew about her husband’s transformation and the reason behind it.

She was unsure if she was properly using the terminology that Gabbrielle and the creators had, but Nyx seemed more than capable of filling in the blanks even if she wasn’t.

Occasionally, Nyx would nod her head thoughtfully as she listened without interruption before finally climbing off of Lillian’s back.

“Lillian… I know that it might come as a shock to hear me say this, but I believe that the Nevi’im should abstain during the endwar.”

Needless to say, Lillian first looked at Nyx like she was crazy.

But upon taking a single moment to think about it, she realized that her friend wouldn’t say something like that uselessly.

“Nyx… why would you even ask something like that of us? You know what this crusade means to our family. To him.” She emphasized.

“Of course I do, but now that Abaddon is practically a primordial, the playing field has changed.

The other pantheon’s Primordials will not sit idly by and allow him to roll right over their children and descendants.

We usually stay out of these sorts of games as we consider them beneath us, but one of us joining in the fray would force the hand of the others.”

Lillian didn’t understand something.

“But Lucifer is one of the strongest players in the endwar, and according to you he is not far off from you in terms of power. And yet none of you would seek to clash with him?”

“Lucifer already has a prophesied battle that he is supposed to undergo, so none of us are interested in interfering with the little epic of his. Or even the archangels’ for that matter.

And again, like your husband was before, they aren’t true Primordials, just our raw power equivalents. They are not true threats to us, as they have no true embodiments.”

Lillian pushed her hair out of her face and stared at Nyx with horrifically unfriendly eyes.

Shadows started to dance on the floor.

They were ghostly apparitions of animals, monsters, and more than a few dead soldiers.

“Nyx… is this your way of telling us that you are planning to fight against us?”

Nyx folded her arms across her chest and stared at Lillian with a blank expression.

Unable to stop herself, she finally lashed out and slapped Lillian right on the left boob.

“H-Hey!! Why would you hit me there?!”

“I’m sorry, I was so annoyed by your unfounded accusation that I lashed out at the first thing I saw. I will not accept responsibility for my action either.”

Nyx turned her head to the side in a huff. “You’ve hurt my feelings. Is this what your friendship is? Mistrust and accusations? I believe I could have done without this…”

Lillian began to feel slightly bad and her prickly aura soon dispersed.

“I… I am sorry. I should not have accused you needlessly.”

“Hmph!”

“I… only accused you because I was hurt and I thought my family would be losing the friendship of our favorite primordial.”

Nyx’s ears twitched imperceptibly. “…So you like me better than that walking corpse Izanami?”

“…You are more amusing than she is.”

“So which of us would you say has the better chance of enjoying a threesome with you and your husba-“

“She does because she doesn’t ask.”

“NOOO!”

Nyx all but bawled her eyes out as she trailed behind Lillian in the hallway.

Just before the two of them stopped inside of a pair of doors, Lillian paused with her hand on the doorknob.

“I appreciate the warning, Nyx, but my family will not sit idly by when the endwar begins.

Our husband has big plans for the future of gods, the supernatural, and even the evolved humanity.

And as his wives and partners we will help him materialize them. No matter the enemy that stands in our way.”

Nyx lost the chance to say something when Lillian opened the door and stepped inside.

Truthfully, the reason why she wanted Abaddon and his wives to sit out wasn’t because she was worried about them.

It was because she was worried about their people.

The Nevi’im and various elemental spirits are Abaddon’s pride and joy.

The value he places on them is monumentally high, with none of them being worth less to him than the other.

Primordial gods are a vindictive and absolute archetype of being.

Even if they cannot kill or subjugate Abaddon’s dragons, they can do their damndest to torture them, or even seal them away for an eternity.

Nyx really didn’t want to think about just what could happen in the event that one of Abaddon’s armies fought against one of them without him at their backs.

She didn’t know what that kind of scene would turn Abaddon into, nor was she inclined to find out.

Nyx finally followed Lillian inside of the doors.

There, all of the other wives were standing around in a circle surrounding three individuals.

One was a large bat-like creature with its head inside of an icy trough.

The other was a man in stealth garb, with a golden mask and swords of the same matching color.

The final visitor was a sleeping blonde haired woman wearing a blue dress and with a gag in her mouth and her arms bound behind her back.

Nyx took one look at the woman on the floor and her eyes nearly rocketed from her skull.

“Is that… Sif?”

Erica: “Uh-huh.”

“Oh, I see. You’re all insane.” Nyx nodded in understanding.

Because there was almost nothing that she hadn’t seen or heard about, she was more than well aware of just how much the god of thunder valued his wife.

She kept him thoughtful and composed, instead of just a large red ball of impulse and electricity.

And Nyx just didn’t see any future where he reacted calmly to her disappearance.

Lailah smiled amusedly at Nyx’s assessment of them; finding it fitting instead of an insult. “Well… maybe just a little.”

With Lillian finally here, she walked right over to the slumbering goddess and placed her foot right on top of her face.

“Wakey, wakey, Sif~ Your decisions have finally come back to bite you.”

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