First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1059: Him or Me? Pt. I

Chapter 1059: Him or Me? Pt. I

Thrudd and her group were racing towards her mother’s aura when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Karliah seemed to be affected by it too, as she momentarily lost her balance and almost dipped out of the air.

Fiona, who Karliah was carrying by her collar, almost peed on herself. “Hey! I’m not that heavy for you to be having difficulty, you know?”

Once she recovered, Karliah flicked the girl on the head. “Idiot. No one’s worried about you or your forty pounds of forehead. Abaddon is here.”

Fiona shrank a bit as she covered her forehead.

“I wish you wouldn’t have sent him that message!” Thrudd complained. “Dad’s going to fly off the handle and end up destroying half the place again, and we’re on thin ice with Asgardians as it is!”

“I-It’ll be fine… probably.” Karliah shrugged.

“Does he feel like he’s fine to you right now?”

Behemoth was so petrified by what she could feel that she didn’t even speak. She merely trembled in Thrudd’s arms with a bone-dry mouth.

In the midst of the girls’ worrying, suddenly the air went back to normal. Now, it was as if they couldn’t feel any danger at all.

It was like Abaddon had come and gone without causing any major incident.

“…See? Not a big deal.” Karliah smiled nervously.

Thrudd ignored her irresponsible grandmother and focused on finding her mother.

Sif’s signature hadn’t disappeared when Abaddon’s had, so she was able to stay on her trail relatively easily.

They found her in a crater surrounded by water. Bits of floating ice floated along the surface where Sif stood, but the warm humidity in the air was causing them to vanish quickly.

Beside her, Seras was standing around in a simple red robe as if she’d just gotten out of bed.

“…Damn, your moms have some fat asses.”

“Fiona!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just living with you guys now, and I see them all the time so it’s just like I had to say something, you know?”

“You really didn’t though.” Thrudd sighed.

As she descended from the sky, Fiona said a silent apology before she went back to stealing glances out of envy.

“Mom!”

Thrudd’s mothers looked up and caught her just as she fell into their arms.

“A-Are you both okay? Where’s dad??”

Seras touched her daughter’s face tenderly with a firm look in her eye.

“We should be the ones asking you if you’re alright. Did anything happen before your mother got here? What did that man say to you?”

Thrudd shook her head firmly. “N-Nothing, it’s not important. Grandma K told me the truth anyway.”

The wives looked up at Karliah, who was standing back with a shit-eating grin.

She held up two fingers in a ’victory’ symbol, and the girls were suddenly even more concerned than they had been seconds prior.

“I’m fine, so, where’s dad??” Thrudd asked again.

Seras and Sif looked at each other with questionable looks.

“Your mother says she felt him making a pocket realm before he disappeared. He took Thor with him.” Seras answered.

That news made Thrudd feel slightly relieved. If her father had at least had the presence of mind to change locations, then the chances of him doing something foolhardy out of anger were much lower.

“Hey.”

All of the sudden, everyone looked down to find little Gabbrielle in her little nightgown.

“Little sister? What are you doing here?” Thrudd tilted her head.

“And why are you so adorable???” Fiona squealed as she resisted the urge to lift Gabbrielle into the air and spin her around like the doll she was.

The miniature goddess remained remarkably focused despite the praise. “Why did I just feel Father take something from me? It seemed most unlike him.”

That good feeling Thrudd had mere moments ago vanished like a pleasant dream.

Even Sif and Seras were beginning to get slightly worried.

“Sweetie, what exactly did your father take from you?”

“Thor.” Gabbrielle answered blankly.

Sif relaxed. “Oh… yeah, we just saw that. A version of him just showed up and said some things to your sister, and apparently your father found out about it…”

Seras and Thrudd shot a glare at Karliah. She whistled and turned around like she was admiring the wet scenery.

Gabbrielle raised a brow, perplexed why her mother wasn’t understanding the urgency.

“Mother… I wouldn’t be here if Father just took one. I wouldn’t even notice it.”

Sif’s skin turned so pale that she almost looked like Seras. “You mean…?”

Gabrielle nodded.

“He took all of them. An infinite amount.”

–

It was greater than a war.

It was a scene so dreadful, so unthinkable that the human eye could not follow anything that was happening inside.

A world of black had been filled with streaks of light.

Volts of lightning carved through the air like pillars and fought against an enormous creature.

A great dragon roared as an army of identical men made their best moves against it. They belted his scales with hammers, summoned tree vines to bind his legs, and attempted to clip his wings with lightning.

But this dragon was no ordinary one. At times, it was just as intangible as air, and twice as difficult to catch with one’s hands.

Ever so frequently, the dragon would choose another face to attack the countless army of Thor.

At some instances, it was a simple Western dragon. In others, it appeared as a collective of ten differently colored Eastern ones.

But it seemed that the creature was not limited to the hide of a dragon.

Sometimes, it appeared as a demon. A large, four-legged demon who seemed to be made of violet flame and soot.

There was even one occasion where millions of Thors were cut down by an eldritch horror-like creature with a black exoskeleton. They stood no chance against it’s bladed raptoial forceps.

Panic set in among the infinite versions of Thor as they were led to a one-sided slaughter.

They had no idea why they had suddenly shown up here. From their perspective, they were simply at home in their realms, and with one blink they were thrown against an aspect of almighty death.

Thor, no matter the variation, is hardly ever a cowardly god. As such, when the many versions of him came face to face with a colossal dragon that resembled it’s most hated foe, they freed their hammers from their belts and rushed to attack.

Despite all of the potential reinforcements, God-king Thor was trying to stop his alternates from attacking.

They truly paled in comparison to the strength of the first dragon. And with every variant that Abaddon cut down, he was creating a version of Asgard where Thor had never existed.

For someone like God-King Thor, who could only think of his wife and daughter being left alone and preyed upon, this was the absolute worst case scenario.

He could feel it.

Abaddon was methodically eating away at his status as a focal point of Earth’s mythology. He was changing God’s very own design.

With every version of him that was felled, Thor knew that he was slipping farther and farther away as a whole.

He was becoming less relevant. Less powerful. Finite.

If Abaddon remained on the warpath, there would soon be no one who could even recall the name Thor.

He would be gone completely. Not even his soul would survive long enough to reach the nothingness of Oblivion.

Thor couldn’t let that happen.

“Stop fighting him, you red-bearded fools! You’re throwing your lives away and you don’t realize it!”

Even in a world with nothing in it, King Thor’s voice wasn’t loud enough to reach everyone.

His variants were all yelling at the top of their lungs and charging at Abaddon, only to be eaten by him, or cut in two.

Even the ones who were actually close to the god-king didn’t want to listen to him. In their minds, they were going to be ’the one’ who was capable of slaying Abaddon with minimal help from the others.

Thor had never hated his rash personality more than he did on this day.

’Fine… then I’ll make him stop.’

Thor became a bolt of lightning that flew through the air.

As he moved, he let out a roar from the depths of his very soul.

“ABADDONNNN!!”

The dragon ceased it’s onslaught for just a moment and turned it’s head towards a specific direction.

“This battle was supposed to be between you and me! Leave my alternates be, they know nothing!” Thor became tangible once again and prepared to attack.

Abaddon vanished right before Thor’s eyes.

The god halted in the air- an action that would prove to have immense consequences not even a minute later.

A large, scaly thumb and forefinger appeared on either side of Thor- closing him in.

Thor threw out his arms and caught both before they could smash him into paste.

His muscles strained and bulged underneath his hardy body. Every vein he possessed pushed up against the surface of his skin.

“You don’t get it…!” A deep, ominous voice said.

Gritting his teeth under the pressure, Thor looked up at the horror looming above him.

The dragon’s eyes were filled with hate. A feeling that was shared by Thor.

However, there were some things present within Abaddon’s eyes that his adversary did not possess.

Madness. Desperation. Instability.

“I won’t allow you to come between us… I won’t share them with you! She is my child, Sif is MY WIFE…! If I have to kill you and all of your alternates for the next two hundred thousand years to get that point across, then that is exactly what I’ll do!!!”

Through his pain, Thor felt his ears begin to bleed. Blood dripped down the side of his face and spilled onto his tunic.

It became clear within seconds that he had gone deaf.

For some reason, he didn’t seem quite as bothered by all of that as he should have been.

After all, it wasn’t as if he could understand everything Abaddon had just said anyway.

It all sounded like… gibberish.