First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1058: I Won’t Give Her To You

Chapter 1058: I Won’t Give Her To You

Abaddon had gone around the entire house looking for Thrudd.

Of course, this was something of an act, as he could already sense that she wasn’t home.

Now that he had made up his mind to tell his daughter exactly how they had ended up as a family, he needed all of the time he could buy himself.

He had to do things exactly right. He had no room for mistakes or indecisiveness, since he had already messed up once by refusing to answer her curiosity when she’d asked. Now he had to do everything perfectly to make it up to her.

“Boo!”

Abaddon felt a familiar hand grab him from behind, and though he didn’t react, he was fairly surprised.

He closed his eyes as he nuzzled against Seras, and for a moment, he felt significantly less anxious.

“I thought you would have been asleep by now.”

“Well, after you left, Karliah came into our room begging for someone to go drink with her, and Audrina’s helping Isabelle get settled, so… the bed just felt a little empty.” Seras shrugged. “So I got up and made a smoothie and I’m going to watch a bad movie or something.”

Abaddon seemed vaguely enticed. “I wouldn’t mind one of those myself… That is, if you’re putting liquor in them.”

Seras could tell her husband wasn’t in one of his festive drinking moods, and instead was drinking in a somber spirit.

“What’s wrong? Talk with the girls not go well?”

Abaddon scratched the back of his head. “Well… no. Thrudd asked me about the first timeline and I kind of… didn’t handle it like I should have.”

Seras seemed surprised. She could only guess that seeing that alien version of Thor had affected their daughter more than they realized.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to fix it.” Abaddon nodded firmly. “I’ll tell her everything.”

Seras could tell that her husband was trying to be courageous by saying that. In doing so, he revealed how nervous he really was.

She thought it was adorable, but he probably would have been embarrassed if she told him that.

“Well, I wish you the best of luck. And you know that if you need any of us to be there, then-”

Bz!

Seras heard Abaddon’s phone buzz in his pocket and her brow twitched.

“And just what whore is texting you this late at night??”

Abaddon wanted to laugh, but he was almost positive that the situation might’ve become dangerous.

“It’s probably just…” Abaddon slipped his phone out of his pocket, only to put it right back in when he saw who had texted him.

“Okay, what the hell was that?!”

“Nothing.” Abaddon shook his head just a hair too hard.

“It better not be Karliah getting drunk and sending you pictures of her chest again! I don’t care if she is Bekka’s mother, I’ll kill that slut-bucket!”

“I’ll just block her.”

“You can’t do that, what if she’s dying one day?”

“I’ll get a cake with candles.”

“Babe!”

Abaddon finally couldn’t resist and let a smirk slip free as he took his phone back out.

“Honestly, I think you’re too kind for your own good. How you go from resenting someone to caring about their well-being is something I…”

Seras cold feel her husband’s body become rigid and full of tension.

Her suspicions were confirmed when her husband’s phone disintegrated right in front of her very eyes.

– Asgard

By now, the Nordic lands were becoming slightly accustomed to drastic changes in temperature.

Only a few months ago, Asgard was assailed with blistering heat and calamitous storms falling from the sky.

Now, they were dealing with a bitter snowstorm no different than the fimbulwinter that had been foretold.

Luckily, only a small, unpopulated area of Asgard was experiencing the worst of the storm.

Jagged pillars of ice were jutting into the sky; some housing frozen bolts of lightning, and others were half destroyed.

Tremors shook the land frequently as two titanic figures traded blow after blow.

Thor was beside himself.

His face looked like a wreck with a broken nose, blackened eye, and numerous cuts over his brow.

Simultaneously, Sif was almost picturesque.

The only blood on her figure hadn’t come from her body, and her light blue skin hadn’t been burdened by a single bruise.

Her eyes were furious, deep red pits of rage and resentment.

Sif never forgot that Thor impaled her with lightning. Even years later, the mere mention of his name was capable of ruining her mood like nothing else.

She could still remember that feeling. Her back heating up as a spear of electricity charged through her spine. Searing her insides and subjecting her to so much pain that she couldn’t even cry out.

There was no way that she would ever let any version of Thor escape from her without having his teeth knocked in first.

Least of all, one who believed that he had some kind of claim to her.

“You fight without reason!” Thrudd spat blood at her as he charged Mjolnir for another blow. “I am trying to help you! You’re under his spell, and you don’t even see-”

“RAAAAAHHH!

With a fearsome war cry, Sif slammed her forehead into Thor’s face. She heard and felt the bones in his face splintering underneath her power.

In one hand, she held an icy axe far too large to be wielded by the average person.

She grabbed Thor by the back of the neck with her free hand and drove the blade of her axe into his sternum with the other.

She cut through flesh and bone as easily as a trained chef might break down a chicken.

Thor grabbed her hands and attempted to stop her from pushing the blade in further. Though battered, Thor was a ways away from being soundly defeated.

“Stop this now! Look at what he has done to you! He’s made you no better than him! A monster!”

Sif bared her teeth in a ferocious smile that sent chills down Thor’s spine.

“I’m far from being insecure enough for a provocation like that to work. I am who I need to be. I only wish that every version of me could feel the same.”

At that moment, the sky seemed to open up and the snowstorm was chased away.

In it’s place a column of fire fell out of the sky. It’s dark and blood red coloring was too hot to put into words, and yet nothing burned except for what should.

Namely- Thor.

His clothes and his beard caught fire from the air alone.

He wormed himself free from Sif’s grip and put a necessary distance between them.

From the sky above, an enormous creature descended into view of the clashing adversaries.

For a moment, Thor almost thought that he was staring at Jormungandr again.

The creature seemed just as long as Loki’s infamous son, if not longer. The entire sky was taken up by black, shifting coils and the air vibrated with power.

It became just a faint bit brighter outside all of a sudden. It took Thor but a moment to recognize that the source of the daytime facade was an incalculably large eye.

And then there were the heads. Thor counted ten of them, each dreadful and identical. When looking at just one, every bit of fear that an organism could possibly possess was compounded until you witnessed the net serpent.

Most people’s hearts would have given out after the first. Thor was just amazed that he had counted all ten without his knees buckling.

Thor knew that there didn’t need to be any introductions between the two parties.

“Finally, you’ve come out of your hidey hole! I was worried you would hide from me until the very last of your days!”

The thunder god held his arms out in a mocking gesture that painted himself as a showman or ringleader.

“You want to live my life?! Well, you can’t have it! I challenge you to honorable combat, hear and now for the lives of my wife and daughter!”

Sif picked up her axe again. “You son of a bitch, I-”

As quickly as he had appeared the first time, Abaddon reappeared on the ground just in front of Sif.

His monstrous form was now much less jarring than what it was before.

It was that of a single, one-headed dragon that stood tall on four feet.

At an exact seventy-five meters, he may not have been as large as he was a few seconds ago, but he somehow remained even more intimidating.

Thor could feel the creature staring at him carefully, eyeing him from waist down to waist up.

However, the true horror of the creature in front of him had yet to show.

Abaddon stood up on his back legs.

He lifted one of his mighty paws from the snow-covered earth and held it up so that everyone could see.

That was when Thor noticed the small black dot floating above his palm.

If it was magic, it wasn’t a kind that the giant god had ever seen. For all he knew, it could have been no more than a spec of dust.

“I have heard your terms…” Abaddon bellowed. “Now let me show you mine.”

Suddenly, the black dot expanded outward in less than a fragment of a millisecond.

Suddenly, Thor was no longer standing in Asgard. Just an endless, black void.

To make matters even stranger, he was staring at trillions of different versions of himself. His head began to spin.

“You would take them from me?! I will take your existence from you! ALL OF THEM!!!!”