First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1037: Didja Miss Me?

Chapter 1037: Didja Miss Me?

“WAAAAAAHHHHHH, DADDDYYY!!!!”

Mira’s dramatics continued as she hung off her father and wailed like a banshee in the midst of giving birth.

Abaddon wasn’t quite sure how to make her stop, even after forty-five minutes, so he sort of gave up trying and just sipped his coffee while she worked her stuff out.

“She’s so dramatic.” Gabbrielle said in distaste.

Abaddon strained his neck to look up at her. “… Are you going to get off my shoulders anytime soon?”

“No.”

“Just checking.”

Abaddon looked like a lump of candy dropped in an anthill. He couldn’t even twitch because his arms, legs, and torso were being held onto by various children.

Yemaya was at least nice enought ot let him drink his coffee. But then she also had her face buried into his bicep like it was a pillow, so there was a slight bit of freedom for him to enjoy.

He was glad that he wasn’t alone in the struggle at least. His wives were currently being smothered by their sons and other family members.

He had missed this. This feeling of suffocation and warmth that was impossible to get anywhere else.

He was home.

“Gotta admit, I’m disappointed that the lot of you snuck in here without me seeing you first! I had this whole prank planned where when you came back and asked how you were gone, I was going to tell you like 74 years or something, have you afraid that all your kids were grown and stuff! Huge missed opportunity!”

“…”

Abaddon didn’t think he’d want to punch someone mere moments after coming back home. Leave it to Satan to test the limits of his patience and expectations.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom came swinging open, and Abaddon saw his parents rush inside.

His mothers nearly tackled him onto the floor with a hug of unrivaled destructive power.

The force of their affections created a gust of wind that knocked back all of the children who were clinging to him. So at least one good thing had come out of their hysteria.

“By the gods, our baby is finally home!” Yara’s face was full of tears as she held her son’s face in her hands.

Abaddon smiled bashfully. “Hi, ma- Ack!”

Imani wrapped her hands around her son’s neck and squeezed until his face turned blue.

“Why would you want to scare us like that?? Do you know how much we missed you!? Why do you have to live a life that makes your mothers worry!?”

Abaddon tried to apologize, but his mother’s pressure on his windpipe was making that just a hair bit difficult.

“Girls, please.”

Abaddon’s saving grace came when his father broke up the attack on their eldest child.

For a moment, Abaddon thought he was released from one form of parental abuse only to turn around and be subjected to another.

Asmodeus walked up to him with a questionably neutral gaze. He didn’t know that he’d ever seen his father so unexpressive.

“…Plan didn’t work out as well as you thought, huh?”

Abaddon scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Not quite… but I’m glad that I didn’t lose any more time.”

“And the realm? What was it like?” Asmodeus wasn’t expecting a prison specially created by Yesh to be ordinary.

“Terrible. Horrific. Disturbing. So… it’s almost as bad as the end of college football season.”

His words put a faint smile on his father’s lips. It relieved him to see that.

“…Were you hurt?”

“…No.” Abaddon answered.

“I see.”

Asmodeus wrapped his son in a tight embrace strong enough to crush bone.

Abaddon felt relieved. For a while, he thought his father was going to punch him.

Perhaps he would later, but for right now, Asmodeus just seemed relieved that his son was back home.

Finally, Abaddon separated from his father and realized that his room was still just a little bit empty despite almost their entire family being inside.

“I’m missing a kid or two, aren’t I?” Abaddon tilted his head. “Don’t tell me none of you told Bash or Thea that we were back.”

Abaddon wasn’t sure why, but for a second, he thought he sensed the mood turn weird.

“A-Actually, Thea stepped out earlier this morning to go meet with Asherah. And Bash is kind of just… in his room brooding like usual.” Mira stammered.

Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara were intrigued by her response. They thought that Bash had gotten better when it came to stepping outside of his room and being sociable, but apparently not.

“Did something happen while we were away?” Zahara suddenly asked. “Is he alright?”

Again, Abaddon noticed the mood get weird. His hypothesis was solidified.

“What aren’t you all telling us?”

Everyone looked around the room awkwardly at each other. Abaddon was seconds away from resorting to mind-reading.

But against everyone’s expectations, Satan wrapped his arms around Abaddon’s shoulder and made him an offer that he seemingly could not refuse.

“Tell you what, nephew! Why don’t we fire up that grill of yours and have a good old family barbecue again. Poolside!”

Abaddon raised a brow. “Since when do you care about harmonious activities?”

“Well, I just thought you’d like to do a bit of barbecuing again, since Tin-Man has been taking over all of your duties since you abdicated.”

For a moment, the dragon was certain he had misheard.

His head snapped towards Shin in the corner of the room, and he narrowed his eyes at a particular suspect. “…Did you touch my grill?”

“Barely.”

That barely seemed to comfort Abaddon at all.

“I got more use out of your black stone when I was making breakfast.”

“You son of a bitch, I’ll-”

Ayaana smiled pleasantly as she held her husband back. “Oh, you made breakfast for the whole house? That’s nice of you, Shin.”

A flush of red suddenly flooded Shin’s cheeks. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “N-No, actually, it was just, uhh.. f-for myself and… umm…”

Getting a sickly feeling, Abaddon slowly turned his head to another corner of the room.

There, staring at him with a slight grin, was his Aunt Lusamine.

She didn’t say anything, but she held up two fingers in a peace symbol.

That alone was too much.

“…We never should have left the house.”

–

Abaddon was walking through the halls of his home after finally prying himself free from the loving grip of his family.

His steps carried an irritated heaviness as he moved through corridors like a man on a mission. His only thoughts were of dropping his knuckles across the head of his second youngest son.

He couldn’t believe Bashenga hadn’t come to see him, or his mothers, now that they were back. Anything could have happened to them in that realm!

If Eris hadn’t used the last of her egoless powers to interfere with the probability of her search, then who knew how long it would have taken for them to find the twins.

#%*^£€…

Abaddon paused in the middle of the hall and turned around.

Empty.

He swallowed and brought a hand to his head.

Perhaps he still hadn’t recovered from his journey. His body was taking its time getting used to being in the real world after forcing itself to grow acclimated to a realm designed to butt fuck all of one’s senses.

It was no surprise he was a little lagging after that. And he still hadn’t gotten to sleep properly since he had been back.

He just needed a little bit of rest, that’s all. Maybe then his mind would stop playing tricks on him.

Ignoring the ache in his back, Abaddon turned the corner a final time to arrive at Bash’s room.

His knuckles beat against the door with the force of a SWAT officer.

“Get out here, you little brat! I’m going to make you wish that you were still a fetus!”

When the door opened, Abaddon was struck in the nose by the smell of alcohol.

Bashenga’s unfocused eyes stared up at him with a perplexed expression, almost as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing was real.

He lifted a hand and tapped Abaddon against the chest.

Upon learning that he was solid, Bashenga’s eyes shone with disbelief, and his mouth almost fell open from the shock. “…Father?”

Blinking slowly, Abaddon placed his hand on his son’s shoulder and stared at him with eyes filled with worry.

“What’s the matter with you..? Since when do you drink?”

For the first time in his life, Abaddon saw his son spread his lips in a full, drunken smile.

“Ah, we were celebrating..! Guess it got slightly out of our control…”

“Celebrating? But since when do you-”

“Ah, father, I have the most wonderful news.” Bashenga giggled drunkenly as he wrapped his arm around his father’s shoulders.

At close proximity, the smell of alcohol burned Abaddon’s nose even further. Perhaps his tolerance had gone down since leaving the abyss.

“This news isn’t going to make me depressed now, is it..?”

“No, no, it’s actually something you have been hoping for. I’m getting married!”

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