First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1034: The Big One

Chapter 1034: The Big One

“Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck me.”

“Bekka, please-”

“And fuck you too, handsome! I’m sick of all this shit! I want to go home! I miss my kids! I’m hungry! I’m horny! And I’m sick of dealing with one thing after a mother fucking nother!”

Abaddon decided to be quiet since his wife was clearly on a roll.

“I want to eat something! I’m starving! I want a fried pork chop slathered in buffalo sauce and lemon pepper seasoning! I want bacon and cheese fries with enough seasoning salt on top to clog the arteries of a blue whale! And like an ocean’s worth of grape soda to drown in after!”

“I think that may be the blackest meal I have ever heard of.” Lailah chuckled.

“Oh? Is that funny, princess?”

Bekka grabbed Lailah by her neck and lifted her off her feet- bringing her close to her snarling maw.

“You just keep laughing while you can, babe. I swear to god that if we ever get home again, I am going to fuck you until you cry.”

Lailah was effectively silenced. Though her mind was anything but quiet.

Everyone could see that Bekka was beginning to lose control. The realm’s toll on her mind could be ignored, but her stomach? That was something very different.

When Bekka was at home, she usually ate every two hours. Her meals ranged from entire packages of food to a meal for a family of four.

During their sexual marathons, she consumed enough… nutrients to keep her stomach from turning on her.

But this trip was different. Bekka had gone through all of her rations already because eating didn’t feel the same here as it did outside. As soon as she finished one thing, her stomach demanded something else.

She was trying to control herself so that she didn’t feel the need to eat constantly, but she was running out of things to try.

Bekka’s emotions were spiraling as a result. The hound of longing ached for the things she couldn’t have.

She wanted food. She wanted to hit something. She wanted sex. She wanted her children.

Bekka had even begun to miss her own mother. Though she would die before she ever told Karliah that.

The downside of trying to ignore the feeling of your stomach eating itself? You’re hyper-aware of everything else going on around you.

And inside of you.

Valerie wandered over to Bekka and took her hand. “Easy now, my carnivorous little dominatrix. My powers have started to adjust, so I can make you whatever you want.”

A plate appeared in front of Bekka’s face.

Her expression lit up when she saw the exact meal she had just envisioned floating right in front of her.

It was… lacking a bit.

“C-Can I also have mac and cheese?? And a few different kinds of cake, a-and can you make my pork chop a little bigger..??”

“How much bigger..?”

“Texas!”

“….”

Valerie conceded and made her wife a fried pork chop the size of Texas.

Bekka turned her head towards the sky.

A small wormhole appeared just over her muzzle.

Reality warped before her as a state-sized cut of fried pork was sucked into the wormhole.

While Bekka was eating, Izanami decided to ask the question that had been on her mind for some time now.

“What exactly was that wave I felt earlier..?”

Everyone naturally looked toward Abaddon to explain such a thing. He scratched his head as if he were having a hard time putting it into words.

“That’s… the realm’s first prisoner.

When Yesh first declared that there should be light, he was unknowingly encroaching on something’s dark.”

“Something?”

“Azathoth is the first of us horrors. The first to bear a name, the first thing to be labeled ’dreadful’ as well. And yet, most everything we see and touch is because of him. It’s why we call him the Lord of All.”

Izanami looked confused. Abaddon could scarcely say he blamed her.

“Even with all that I know, I fear it’s still not enough. Yesh wasn’t overly forthcoming with the details of his single greatest adversary.

However, he did tell me about his vision. The creature sees almost as well as it dreams.”

“Dreams, darling?”

“Dreams are how the creature manipulates reality. It dreams of universes, and it actually creates them as it does so.

Azathoth was Yesh before Yesh. The only difference was that his worlds were dark and chaotic. Hollow and devoid of hope.

The concepts of free will and fate were much different than they are now. They were ironclad. One was unable to deviate from Azathoth’s dreams.

He creates the way forward. The way back. He dreams up the obstacles in your path. He dreams up the creations that mortals develop.

And when he awakens, everything is reset and returned to quiet nothingness.”

Abaddon stared into his hand. A golden power swirled around in his palm. While it seemed calming and pure, it was slightly off-putting as well.

“I have wondered sometimes if my ability to manipulate free will comes from him… It’s made me reluctant to use it over the years.”

Abaddon closed his hand and shook his head so that he didn’t say anything useless. Better to stay focused on the task at hand.

“Even with all of his power, Yesh was never able to kill Azathoth. Not even temporarily.

But, he did figure out a way to imprison him and lengthen the amount of time that he would spend sleeping.”

This entire realm wasn’t just Azathoth’s prison. The blind god was also trapped at the center of a formless central void, untouched and unaffected by time and space.

The realm it dwells in has no tangible or intangible connection to the nightmare lands.

Or at least it isn’t supposed to…

“We shouldn’t be feeling shockwaves from him waking up all the way here. The fact that we can means that something is wrong. We’re too close to him and the realm he’s created.”

Izanami played with her thumbs anxiously.

“What’s going to happen when it wakes up?”

“An explosion of unparalleled magnitude, large enough to destroy its own infinite multiverse. If it’s too close to this place, it could take everything in here with it.”

Bekka finally finished her pork chop and flopped onto her back while letting out an audible burp.

“Good, fuck this place… I wouldn’t mind at all if it all went tits up.”

Abaddon leaned down so that he could rub her stomach. “Sure, but what’s connected to this place?”

Bekka tilted her head. “Home?”

“Home.” Abaddon confirmed.

“You think that an explosion here would affect Tehom?” Audrina questioned.

“We know it would.” Lailah sighed. “Anything close enough to the explosion is susceptible to being taken with the realm. And without that buffer, when Azathoth goes back to sleep, he will create something new in it’s place.”

“Should I ask what would happen if two multiverses are that close together..?” Izanami wondered alloud.

Bekka, drunk on hot sauce and lemon pepper seasoning, held up her hands and mimicked an explosion. “Pakhhooshh….!”

“Ah. I see.” Izanami’s face had somehow lost even more color since the start of this conversation.

Abaddon helped his wife get back to her feet and wiped her face clean with a napkin.

“We have to get to Azathoth and readjust his domain while making sure that he stays asleep. We can’t go home before it’s done.”

Needless to say, everyone looked slightly nervous about this course of action. They had only just gotten back together after quite a long time, after all. The last thing anyone wanted was to be separated again.

Abaddon sensed their worries and smiled.

“No need to look so distraught. Unlike finding tweedle-dee and tweedle dumb over here.” Abaddon hooked his thumb over his shoulder to point at the twins.

“”Hey!!””

“-Finding Azazoth isn’t nearly as hard.”

“That’s because no one is actually crazy enough to look for it, you twit!” Nug smashed his head against the barrier in disapproval.

Abaddon put on an infuriatingly condescending look. “Aww, what’s wrong, cousin? Afraid to see your grandfather after all this time? So much for familial piety.”

“This isn’t the time for jokes, dickface! If that blind idiot wakes up, we’re all toast!”

“My wives and I aren’t.” Abaddon blinked.

“…What?”

Abaddon developed a massive shit-eating grin. “If our role is to be your gatekeepers, then don’t you think that Yesh would have made us immune to the powers of someone like Azathoth?”

Nug and Yeb grew mouths just so that they could let them hang open from shock.

“So even if something unfortunate were to happen, then can’t you take comfort in at least knowing we’ll survive and carry on your memory?” Abaddon smiled innocently.

Izanami discreetly tapped Sif on the back of her leg.

’Are we actually immune…?’

’No clue. I think Abaddon’s just being an asshole to make those two more docile.’

’Oh… that’s very mean of him.’

’Yeah, he’s-’

’I like him when he’s a little mean…’

’What?’

’What?’

Both women stared at each other with a look of deeper respect and understanding.

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