First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1197: A Family Affair

Chapter 1197: A Family Affair

– Approximately One Minute Ago…

In their bedroom, Ayaana and Zahara were lying in their bed, side by side.

Zahara was busy on her phone, babbling to her wife about her outfit plans for their next dinner outing. (Hopefully, it would end without them holding the entire restaurant hostage again.)

“Darling. Are you listening to me?”

Ayaana continued to stare at the ceiling with a furrowed brow.

“…Maybe we should have gone with them.”

Zahara put her phone down and propped up her head with her hand.

“Abaddon’s a big boy; he can handle a mundane task like creating a new timeline. I know he’s been under the weather lately, but we shouldn’t just try to rob him of all his independence. I’m sure it bothers him to have his sickness brought up every time he turns his head.”

Ayaana looked undecided. Zahara took her hand and smiled at her tenderly. “I know you’re smart, but that doesn’t mean that you have to spend all of your time fretting over every single thing you can think of. Try to have some faith for once, hm?”

“…You’re right, I suppose.”

“See? First time for everything, dearie.”

Zahara leaned over to kiss her wife when a third party reminded them they were not alone.

“I told you guys, if you kiss, we’re leaving.”

At the foot of their bed, Bashenga was on his back, holding a small child above his head. Yggdrasil was letting long strings of drool drip from her mouth that he, as her uncle, was tasked with dodging.

Zahara grabbed her wife’s face possessively. “Excuse me, little interloper, but this is my wife, and I’ll kiss her if I want! I might even touch her butt if I feel like it!”

“Darling..!” Ayaana hissed.

“I’m just saying I could!”

The door suddenly swung open without warning, and Courtney barged in.

“Hey, I’m coming in. Is it normal?”

“They’re threatening to touch each other’s butts.” Bashenga sat up.

Courtney turned around immediately. “Aaand I’m out.”

“As are we.” Bashenga stood up. “Come now, Yggy. Let us see if we cannot find a more normal family member to observe.”

Zahara rolled her eyes as she pulled her wife into her arms. All the more time for snuggles for her to enjoy.

“Why aren’t you with your new wife anyway? When your father, your mother, and I first got married, we were-”

“Yes, yes, I know, you were all disgusting.” Bashenga murmured. “But Gaia isn’t feeling well for some reason and specifically requested that I not observe her while she was… icky. I would have ignored her wishes, but her fearsome nature made me fear for my safety a bit.”

Ayaana quirked her brow. “She’s… sick? What do you m-”

Suddenly, the entire house was seized by a shrill, desperate scream that seized the attention of everyone inside.

“SOMEBODY PLEASE HELPP!!!!”

–

Straga was the first arrival that Abaddon saw, but it didn’t mean he was the last.

With every thunderous new explosion that filled Abaddon’s ears, he felt like he saw a new family member at the source.

Apophis rushed over to his father and ripped Bayach’al’s head off his shoulder.

He inserted his fingers between the creature’s upper and lower jaw, ripping it’s head apart with relative ease.

Abaddon grabbed his son by his shoulders. “It’s not safe, you need-”

“Dad, it’s fine. You don’t need to stand in front of us all the time.”

Abaddon faltered. Everything that he was going to say no longer seemed to be appropriate.

He opened his mouth as if he was going to try to dissuade his son again when something grabbed him by his hair and flung him backward.

“Dad!” Apophis yelled out.

Abaddon was sent flying into another timestream, with his assailant hot on his trail.

–

Abaddon crash-landed on the rocky surface of a cold, dead moon.

His long hair receded back into his head as he struggled to get off the ground.

“Kanami’s right, that is annoying…”

He heard a deep roar come from above his head.

Bayach’al unleashed a heavy stomp right where Abaddon’s head had been, but his body evaporated into mist before the attack could connect.

When Abaddon reappeared, his skin was abelligerent red, and his tattoos were an ominous black.

Bayach’al looked up just in time to see him creating a second moon on the tip of his finger.

With his fangs bared in a hateful snarl, Abaddon smashed the two moons together with his enemy in between them.

The explosion was nothing short of catastrophic. Dust and chunks of space rock flew in every direction without making a sound.

Abaddon’s eyes narrowed as the cold wrapped his body.

Bayach’al burst through a fragment of rock large enough to destroy the earth ten times over.

Abaddon opened his third eye as wide as it would go.

A blast of iridescent white energy was emitted from his forehead and struck Bayach’al hard, blasting him through the fragments of moon he had just cut through.

Abaddon could feel his blood beginning to boil. His pride had been sounded.

In his first battle in over a decade, he had not only been wounded once, but twice.

It didn’t matter to him if he was sick or if he didn’t know his enemy’s powers. His pride didn’t know how to swallow the indignation.

Bayach’al struggled to get back to his feet under the mounting pressure of Abaddon’s attack.

His strength was fading the longer he subjected himself to the pressure. His body was actually regressing back into a more adolescent stage.

Gritting his teeth, Bayach’al hurled his weapon at the beam of energy.

When the glowing white light struck the foreign energy of his weapon, a strange explosion occurred that was filled with violent colors and intense heat.

In the ashes of another explosion, this time it was Abaddon who tackled Bayach’al with such force that it tore through the fabric of the current timeline and sent them into another.

–

The two titanic forces showered each other with punches as they plummeted from the heavens.

Bayach’al’s knuckles were lined with sharp, bone-like protrusions that drew blood from Abaddon with every strike.

However, that only seemed to feed his rage and make things worse for his opponent.

Abaddon’s five colored blood was a weapon in and of itself.

As more spilled, more of it hardened into usable weapons. Weapons that became embedded in the tough, rocky hide of his opponent.

When inserted, Abaddon’s cells attacked Bayach’al’s with a vengeance.

They made his flesh softer, caused his veins to burst and bubble, and weakened his bone tissue.

On what felt like his six hundredth punch, Abaddon struck Bayach’al hard in the bridge of what should have been his nose.

The giant’s head snapped back for a moment, and Abaddon temporarily saw the orange lights in his vision go out.

Abaddon capitalized on the moment.

Using the last surge of energy he had left, Abaddon summoned a set of black doors it their path.

Sensing something change, Bayach’al’s eyes snapped open and looked back.

When the doors swung open and a series of umbral chains came pouring out, the rock-like giant could no longer deny the reality of what he was seeing.

You?! You did this?? But this is theirs! It belongs to him! He seemed to say.

The chains wrapped around Bayach’al’s ankles, wrists, and neck in an instant.

They went taut shortly after finding their target, and for all of his strength, the enemy general was completely helpless to pull away.

He struggled wildly and bared his fangs at his opponent. Even going so far as to abandon his current form for another.

His form was that of a massive, coiling creature with rocky protrusions along it’s body that resembled scales. His hands and feet had massive black claws that accidentally tore through the reality of whatever they passed.

He roared at Abaddon with his long, giraffe-like neck extending towards him for another bite of his flesh.

But before he could reach him, there was a crisp whistling sound, and a gleaming naginata became embedded in his forehead. The creature’s body went limp.

When there was no longer a struggle, the chains had a much easier time pulling the large brute into the gate and slamming the doors closed.

Once the opening disappeared, Abaddon let his body relax, and almost immediately wished that he hadn’t.

Ayaana and Zahara appeared at his sides to catch him, their worried eyes immediately scanning all of the blood dripping along his body.

Abaddon could feel their worries, but he didn’t have time to let them fret over him at the moment. There were far more pressing things for them to focus on.

“We have to go back… We have to help the others and make sure nothing goes wrong. That army can’t be killed and-”

“They. Are. Fine.” Ayaana said firmly.

Zahara created a wet cloth and began wiping down his wounds. “Would you like to see?”

Before Abaddon could actually give an answer, a magical screen appeared in front of his eyes to give him a front row seat to a one-sided massacre.