First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1111 - Capítulo 1111: Creatures of Habit
Capítulo 1111: Creatures of Habit
“Just try itt!! You promised me!”
“Technically I didn’t get to because Ayaana interrupted, remember?! Will you stop shaking me!”
“No! Be a good husband and do what your cute young wife tells you to do!”
“There’s nothing young about us! We literally have grandchildren!”
“I was only born a couple of days ago! So do what I say or I’m going to call Chris Hansen!”
“Stop watching reruns of daytime human television!”
“Never! Pedo!”
“Please! I famously prefer women my age or older!”
“I don’t care! Pedo!”
“You’re being childish!”
“Exactly! Pedo!”
“Zahara!”
Zahara jumped at Abaddon and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Locking him in a firm hold.
“Pleaseeee! If you don’t come, then I’ll divorce you!”
Abaddon snorted. “Sif is inside of you. You’ll be back for sure.”
*Gasp!* “How dare you!”
The remaining family watched this entire battle unfold as if it were a fight on ‘Maury’.
They weren’t sure whether to laugh and record or just keep watching in silence.
One thing was for sure, they weren’t going to break anything up until someone started biting.
“Just come with me, pleaseee! It’ll be a new experience for us and we might like it!” Zahara reasoned.
“I highly doubt I will…”
With Zahara around and developing her own personality, Abaddon realized that he was running into the same problem with her that he sometimes ran into with Valerie.
Their philosophy on life was a little bit different.
Valerie cared about everything and everyone. As a creation goddess, that wasn’t surprising.
But Abaddon only cared about his descendants and the things that mattered to people he was close to.
Similarly, Zahara had a lot of the characteristics of life. She wanted to experience celebrations, bursts of energy, and be out among thriving masses of people. To feel their energy and allow it to fuel her.
Abaddon was still Oblivion. He couldn’t give two shits about being surrounded by anyone who didn’t live in his house or share a close personal bond with.
They had different outlooks on some things, but when you love someone, you try to look past your own comfort in order to make that person happy. Hopefully, in the process, learning something about yourself along the way.
Zahara and Abaddon stared at each other for well over two minutes without saying anything. Their gazes were fierce and unwavering.
“…I’ll go.”
“I promise we don’t have to stay long.”
“We’ll be back in time for late-night ‘George Lopez’ reruns.”
“Before that.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
The two exchanged a small kiss and hugged each other tightly.
“Softies.” Nyx jeered as she threw pizza toppings at them.
The couple continued to stare at each other while flipping her off.
Ayaana watched everything go down with a bored look on her face. Almost like she knew how everything was going to go from the very beginning.
She also wasn’t surprised when Zahara suddenly turned to her and smiled innocently.
“You have to go too, love!”
Unlike Abaddon, Ayaana had a perfect excuse to get out of all of this.
“That might be difficult. I believe my time will be up before it’s time for us to go.”
“Can’t you ask your pieces for a little more time?” Zahara pursed her lips.
“…They said no.”
“W-What? Let me in you, I’ll convince them!”
“Ooh, dinner and a show.” Nyx leaned forward with clear interest.
Yara swiftly chopped her on top of the head for her perversion.
“I’ll go!” Gaia offered.
“I will also attend.” Nyx yawned as she rubbed her head. “It sounds like an opportunity to watch Abaddon embarrass herself so I can’t miss that.”
“….Why do I even let you live here..?” Abaddon sighed in exhaustion.
With two more additions for the club excursion, the gaze Zahara was giving Ayaana became that much more intense.
“…Don’t make me say it.”
“I hope that you will not-”
“If you loved me you would go!”
“God damnit…”
Ayaana folded instantly.
With their party now settled, the group began planning things like location and outfits.
But while they were in the midst of their preparations, Abaddon suddenly turned his head over his shoulder when he sensed a presence coming down the hallway.
Soon, a nude woman stepped into the kitchen.
She was dangerously thin, and so weak that she had to keep herself upright by holding onto the wall.
A thin sheen of sweat wrapped around her figure and caused her to glisten slightly.
Her voice was so faint it was barely a whisper. For a moment, Abaddon wasn’t sure if she was talking to herself or them.
“What… is this place..? Why am I here..?”
A chair suddenly clattered to the floor as Igrat rushed over to the bare woman.
“Sister!!”
The demon rushed forward and wrapped the thin woman in her embrace, holding her up so that she didn’t take a fall.
“W-What are you doing here?? You shouldn’t be out of bed yet, you’re still-”
“T-This place… where is it?” Lilith asked again.
Igrat paused before she answered. “…The dark, sister. The dragon’s domain.”
Lilith seemed to barely process those words. She looked around the room like a scared kitten.
She unknowingly dug her nails into her sister’s forearm.
Igrat winced. “S-Sister, you’re hurting me-”
“H-He’s not here, is he?? Y-You have to send me back, if he realizes I’m not there then he’ll be mad at me! I don’t want him to be mad at me, I have to be good so-”
Gulban tried to ease the panic he could feel flowing off Lilith in waves. “Percival is never going to trouble you again, demoness. He can’t-”
Lilith let out one of the single loudest shrieks that Abaddon had ever heard.
It was a fearful, terrified sound that cracked even the plates the family was using.
Lilith took a small tumble.
She curled up in the corner of the room and held her head between her knees as she continued to scream.
A puddle of yellow expanded on the floor beneath her.
Just as quickly as she fell into her fugue, she was out of it.
She blacked out with a little bit of assistance from Abaddon, and slumped over into Igrat’s waiting arms.
The room was rendered completely silent. Gulban in particular was greatly shaken up.
“I-I was just…”
Imani placed a small hand on his shoulder and shook her head. Gulban fell silent once again.
“How…horrible.”
Zahara slowly let go of her husband and stumbled forward in a total fog.
As she walked, her body changed slightly.
Her skin turned a light blue. Her hair golden.
One of her eyes stayed a solid red. The other became a sparkling yellow.
Three small marks appeared over her head. One over both eyes, and one in the center of her forehead.
A pair of short, pointed horns rose out of her hair. Her physique seemed to shrink in height, but not musculature.
She walked over to Igrat and kneeled beside her.
When she reached to take Lilith away, Igrat couldn’t stop her. Maybe she couldn’t see what was happening through her own tears.
Zahara lifted the small woman into her arms and stared down at her forlornly.
She gently brushed away the hair covering the demon’s face. Despite her poor health, she remained immensely beautiful.
“You can’t live like this…. So you won’t have to.”
The mark in the center of Zahara’s forehead began to glow. Soon, so did Lilith’s body.
Dark smoke wafted from her nostrils.
It seemed almost alive in a sense. The group could hear whispers, cries, and screams. Both those in anger and in terror.
It slowly spread up towards the mark in Zahara’s forehead.
The family held their breath as the smoke was dealt with by a very personal hand.
There was so much of it.
At long last, when there was nothing left to take, Lilith’s body lost its rigidity as she fell into a much deeper sleep once again.
Igrat wiped her face and he noticed that the mark on the left side of her face had become darker than its right counterpart. Though she didn’t know why.
“Is… Is she-”
“You should get her back into bed… I’ll bring you something to feed her in a little bit and I’ll take a look at the others too.”
Igrat couldn’t find it in herself to say anything else.
She simply lifted her sister into her arms and carried her back down the hall without making a sound.
Zahara, who was left behind, continued to kneel on the floor.
Her gaze was firmly locked on the puddle of urine she was kneeling in. She didn’t even feel herself returning to her previous form.
When she was back to normal once more, her hair was a few shades darker. Almost Izanami’s pitch black.
She felt two warm bodies approach her from both sides. She sank into their embrace limply.
“My love… what did you do..?”
Zahara looked up at her husband her smile was heartbreakingly beautiful. Nothing in creation was sweeter, or more difficult to look at.
“I did what gods are supposed to do. I helped.”
