First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1036: Honey, I’m Home!

Chapter 1036: Honey, I’m Home!

Coming home felt amazing mentally, even if it physically sucked.

After passing through the gate, Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara once again stood atop the wooden gates underneath their home.

The air was heavier than they remembered it being. But perhaps that was just them being unused to different spaces again.

For a moment, they stood there. Each of them catching their breath and trying to get their bearings about them.

And then, without any prior provocation, they looked at each other and smiled. They were really home.

Abaddon hugged his wives properly for the first time in… he wasn’t sure how long.

Zahara removed the glass helmet she’d been living in and chucked it over her shoulder casually.

Like a desperate woman, she grabbed Abaaddon and Ayaana with one hand and kissed them both openly.

They, in turn, wrapped their arms around her and kissed her back with just as much desperation.

“Yuck. Affection.”

“Would you shut up, Nug! I’m watching this!”

“I don’t know why. They’re gross and vulgar. What’s the appeal of putting your tongue in someone else’s mouth anyway?”

“If anyone ever wanted to kiss you, you’d know already.”

“Don’t give me that, you flat-chested bimbo!”

“Neither of us has sex organs, bitch biscuit!”

Abaaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara shook the box hard once again.

–

It was night over Tehom. And quite late at that.

Generally, there’s someone up and active in the house at every hour of the day. Save for the few wee hours of the morning.

Abaddon and his wives knew that it had to be late, judging by the fact that the house was completely still with everyone in their rooms.

“…Should we just go to sleep too..?” Zahara squeezed her lovers’ hands.

Honestly, right now, almost nothing sounded better. Especially with the group feeling as weak as they did.

“I’ll meet you in our room?” Ayaana started to pull away. “I need to check something first.”

Abaddon and Zahara didn’t think to question her and let her go without much of a protest.

They began moving in opposite directions from that point forward, with both of them still stealing glances at each other as they walked away.

Abaddon and Zahara took their time making it up to their bedroom. They went on a slight sightseeing tour, almost like they were trying to decipher how much time had passed.

Both of them were too scared to check their phones for dates. They were afraid they’d missed too much time again.

Nothing really seemed majorly out of place so far, but then again, it could have been that they just weren’t looking very hard. Or perhaps no one was in the mood to change the decor after they left.

Everyone in the house understood the meaning of sentimental value after all.

Abaddon and Zahara finally reached the doors outside their bedroom.

They didn’t bother to open the door; rather, they phased through the doors like ghosts. Both were reasonably exhausted after all.

The last thing they expected to find were kids in their bed. Their own at that.

Courtney, Yemaya, Thrudd, and Gabbrielle were underneath their blankets, snug as bugs in rugs.

Their parents almost didn’t know what to make of it.

However, in that moment, what flooded their mind was relief.

Their children didn’t look any older than the last time they had seen them.

Actually, Gabbrielle looked significantly younger, but everyone knew by now that was part of her personality.

In a few seconds, Ayaana also passed through the door. Abaddon and Zahara felt their hearts swell at the sight.

She held both of their youngest children in each of her arms. They too didn’t look that much bigger than they had the last time their parents had seen them.

Ayaana looked at their bed that was filled with children and scoffed, open-mouthed.

’I guess… we should take the couch then?’

The only thing Zahara was focused on was their son. She nodded absentmindedly as she took their young boy into their arms and started walking towards the sofa like she was in a trance. Ayaana followed.

Abaddon started to trail behind them, but stopped to take an unused blanket from the bed.

At that moment, he finally noticed the animals sleeping at the foot of the bed.

And they must have noticed him, too.

Sleepily, Bayle, Gandora, and Bagheera lifted their heads all at once.

In the dark room illuminated only by a television, they could just barely make out the silhouette of their master and his glowing red eyes.

They started to stand.

Abaddon instantly brought a finger to his lips. They stood more quietly.

They followed Abaddon over to the sofa, where Ayaana and Zahara already sat. They had no problem sitting and begging for the affection they felt they had been rightfully denied.

Abaddon almost risked laughing and waking their children several times.

Together, the lot of them sat down on the sofa and finished watching whatever picture the children were watching before they went to sleep.

They knew instantly that Courtney was the one who had the remote.

Izanami had never seen or heard of The Human Centipede before, so she almost fainted several times and almost let a sleeping K’ael fall out of her arms as a result.

Abaddon considered changing it, but wouldn’t it be nice to just watch some simple horror for a bit after everything he had witnessed?

It may not have been innocent, but it was mundane and simple.

And at the moment, Abaddon would have been hard-pressed to think of something better than this for their return home.

–

Ever since she was young, Gabbrielle has always been one of the people in the house who woke up the earliest.

It was more habit than anything else. She didn’t know how she’d ended up like this with Bekka’s blood coursing through her veins.

With her habits, it was surprising that she even had the energy to get up at all.

As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the obnoxiously barbaric sleeping face of her older sister Thrudd.

Gabbrielle furrowed her brow in displeasure and mushed her sister’s face out of her sight. She truly had no idea how Behemoth voluntarily woke up next to such a sight every morning.

Her tastes were simply far too questionable.

Gabbrielle rolled over absentmindedly and scratched the blanket beside her.

She waited and waited, but none of the pets came to sit beside her like they normally would. Gabbrielle assumed they were still sleeping.

In the early hours of the morning, the only sound she could hear was that of the television still playing.

But strangely, it wasn’t that god-awful horror movie that Courtney begged for them to watch.

She could hear the theme song of another show she didn’t care for, but it gave her nostalgic memories.

Her father and her oldest brother always liked the show George Lopez. It wasn’t uncommon to catch them in one of the living rooms late at night, watching a marathon and eating shit they shouln’t have been.

It made her feel slightly nostalgic. And it was as sweet as it was bitter.

If she concentrated, she could almost hear their voices in hushed whispers.

“Do you think Odie is going to run away like Carmen..?”

“She can if she wants to. We can find her wherever she goes.”

“Oh, right. Let’s just make sure our husband doesn’t turn into George so she has no reason to run away in the first place.”

“What’s wrong with George?”

“”Honey.””

“Okay, okay…”

Gabbrielle was starting to feel like she may not just be hearing things.

Her suspicions were solidified when a familiar smell wafted into her nose.

Phoenix-fil-a. And only one person she knew ate from that place religiously every Sunday morning.

Gabbrielle’s eyes snapped open, and she flung the blankets off of her.

She sat up and scoured the bedroom for the source of her delusions.

True to her suspicions, she found a group of people she was intimately familiar with sitting on the sofa.

Her eyes stung immediately. Disbelief flooded the recesses of her mind.

She tried to speak, but no words would come out of her mouth. She just watched them live their life in shock.

“I don’t know how you can eat after we just sat through that dreadful movie, Ayaana…”

“Don’t blame us, it’s Bekka. You know she needs her Phoenix-Fil-a every Sunday morning or she gets cranky.”

“She’s just eating it out of spite at this point. It’s almost like she is offended that a restaurant has the nerve to be closed for a whole day.”

“It’s not even good enough to warrant this kind of obsession. She even got it Magic-Dashed.”

“Oh? Give us your extra biscuit then.”

“H-Hey, I didn’t say I wasn’t going to eat it…”

“You said you didn’t like it, bighead!”

“If I give you this, then what am I going to eat?”

“Me.”

“I put jelly on it already, did you still want it or should I run and get you a new one…?”

The group finally heard the sound of sniffling coming from the room.

When they looked for it’s source, they found a miniature Gabbrielle standing up in the bed with tears running down her face and an expression of pure disbelief.

When Abaddon saw her crying, he couldn’t help but shed a tear as well. He had tried hard not to think about how much he missed his children while he was away. But now that he was here, the full weight of his longing finally hit him.

“Morning, Peach. We brought you breakfast.”