First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1198: Mortality

Chapter 1198: Mortality

Through remote viewing, Abaddon could see his family’s ongoing efforts to repel the opposing force.

The battle was heated, but most of the action was coming from their own side.

His family was benefiting from the terrain, or the lack thereof.

With no real restrictions on things and people around them, they could go all out as they liked. Creating blasts bigger than supernovas and black holes the size of Mars.

Satan and Karliah were the only two who seemed to be taking immense zeal from the battle, judging by their wide, wicked smiles and sickening laughter.

His children were similarly fierce. Though the one who stood out the most to him was probably Courtney.

Not because she was the most powerful, or had cut down the most enemies. But this was perhaps the first time that Abaddon realized that his daughter had grown monstrously.

The twins, along with Ryujin, were similarly impressive.

Abaddon had never thought much about his daughters’ capabilities as warriors, but they were proving that they could measure up with the best and the most vile on any day of the week.

Abaddon watched his father and sister throw back their heads and release roars from the pits of their souls.

A mounting pressure filled the empty space and inspired a sense of dread.

The enemy cast their gaze downward, only to be rushed by an unending sea of dragons who each seemed to be more powerful than the last.

Once the Bright Legions joined the fray, things became even more lopsided for the opposing army.

Abaddon watched as much as he could for as long as he could, his eyes gradually becoming blurrier as the scene went on.

He knew this feeling. He had felt it a few times before, on shorter, less meaningful occasions.

It was the feeling of not being necessary.

Everything he had raised, everything he had endeavoured to build, was all working as intended.

He could close his eyes and rest now, worry-free. But in his dreams, he would know that his family was not struggling, they were succeeding.

And there was perhaps nothing greater than that.

“The girls… in… Eden..”

Abaddon’s body went limp, and each of his wives took one of his arms on their shoulder to support him.

Zahara dismissed the viewing spell they had been using, and she and Ayaana looked at each other.

“I’ll grab the girls if you can handle everything else.”

“I’m fine with that. It’s a little bit disappointing that my loves won’t get to watch me in my element though.” Zahara cracked her knuckles and stretched. “But I’ll make sure one of our kids gets a great video.”

Ayaana kissed her cheek before she disappeared with their husband.

’We’ll be sure to watch it fondly.’ Her voice echoed.

–

Bashenga was a devil of unrivaled destruction.

His fury and his might were one with each other as he lashed out at waves of enemies at once, switching between forms as he did so and making all of his enemies’ counterattacks inaccurate.

He inspired true terror in these alien creatures. It was evident that he was the same type of creature as their leader. One who did not fear harm, because he was already the living embodiment of it.

There were many on the battlefield to be wary of, but among all of them, there were none who seemed quite as dangerous to their lives or their mission as Bashenga.

Even after reviving from death, the enemies he killed showed a clear loss of morale. The pain of his death was utterly unlike anything they could possibly have comprehended.

He was infernality. He was terror. He was a knightmare in a dragon’s skin.

And as he raged and chased down enemies whose will to fight had long been lost to the slaughter, his ruthlessness was another thing they came to abhor about his existe-

“Bashy-baby, can you do mommy a favor?”

Bashenga paused with the necks of two stone-like enemies dangling in his grip.

He stared at his mother’s glowing, smiling face.

“…Is now really the time?”

“Uh-huh. I need you to record this video of me looking cool for momm and daddy.”

“Mother and father.”

“Same thing.”

“It does not feel like the same thing.”

“He’s right, it doesn’t!” Belloc added as he flew past at lightspeed.

“Whatever.” Zahara rolled her eyes. “Would you just take the video? And make sure you get my hips in it, please, they’re my best feature.”

The two soldiers in Belloc’s grasp stabbed him on both sides of his neck, aiming to cut off his head.

In response, the heads of two dog-like dragons grew out of the areas where he’d been cut. They ate the torso of the men who’d spawned them and retreated without even a burp.

“Why am I doing this..?” Bashenga kicked away the lifeless lower halves of his adversaries. “Your phone has a self-record feature.”

“Your mom’s too old for all that hancy stuff, just give me a helping hand would you?”

Belloc didn’t look convinced.

“…Do it or I will unreasonably insert myself into the planning of your wedding and make your life hell-”

“Alright, alright, I will do as you wishh..!” Bashenga took the phone.

“Thank you, honeybun!”

Zahara vanished from his sight just as he went to the camera and pressed record.

By the time Bashenga had pressed the red button, Zahara made a more dynamic entrance that all of the battle’s combatants would notice.

She was large. Infinitely so at that.

Her body seemed to take up every amount of excess space in the domain in between. Everywhere one looked, a part of her was there.

The warriors of Tehom cheered loudly at the arrival of their supreme goddess. If you looked closely enough, you could see that Zahara clearly wasn’t all that bothered by it…

Her hair glowed a bright gold as her skin turned an icy blue.

She stared down at the enemy army with cold, twin colored eyes.

“Invaders… I condemn you.”

Bashenga almost dropped his mother’s phone. Since when did she start talking like this!?

The mark on Zahara’s head shone raiantly.

All across her body, light poured out from her artful tattoos and bathed all who were present in their light.

“By my decree, as life.. I declare that your lives no longer serve a purpose within the grand design.”

The Bright Legion was eating this performance up. Bashenga and his siblings, on the other hand, didn’t know if they had ever cringed harder at anything in their entire lives.

The screaming was what switched everyone’s focus.

Every enemy soldier, without exception, was seeing a portion of their strength leave them and flow towards Zahara’s body art.

“Consume them, my descendants. Make their strength your own and know they will not recover.”

The morale of the army was already high, but it surged again with Zahara’s intervention.

Bashenga was just surprised that he had actually forced himself to sit and record all of that nonsense…

Zahara disappeared amidst a sea of cheers, referring to her as ’Life Everlasting.’

She reappeared beside her son, looking pleased as punch with her hands on her hips and her porcelain white teeth on full display.

“What’d you think, my baby? Is your mom cool or what?”

“…Or what.”

“I said, Am I cool or what?”

“I said ’or what’.”

“…” Zahara snatched her phone back from her son. “I don’t know why Gaia would want to marry someone so mean…”

She vanished from the battle in a burst of gold light. Bashenga shrugged at her unnecessary pouting and turned back to the unfinished chaos around him.

–

All things considered, Abaddon wasn’t very surprised when he woke up, and the face he was staring at was a version of his own.

Oblivion took one look at himself and let out a gust of hot air. “Eternity, that prick..”

“That’s what I said.” Abaddon sat up. “He seems to bear some grudge against us.”

“Unfortunately, that is probably my fault.” Oblivion sighed. “I wasn’t exactly hospitable when you went digging around in his mind the last time. This little tantrum of his probably won’t even last a thousand years.”

“I don’t have that kind of time.” Abaddon said firmly. “I need to find a way to make that bastard take his power back. Why is it making me feel this way anyway??”

“It is the law. To make sure that I did not eat the others after their birth for annoying me, Balance decreed that if ever I took their powers into myself, I would also perish along with them. As you can imagine, I was less than pleased initially.”

Abaddon brought a hand to his throbbing head. “That… actually sounds like something they would do. I’ll be sure to keep my distance from the rest after I get this piece out of me first.”

He looked up at Oblivion with serious, exhausted eyes.

“Please… tell me how to get rid of this disease before the next attack comes.”

Abaddon never wanted to feel that weak in a battle again. He was burning gas that he didn’t have in order to best an enemy he should have been able to step on.

“Well…” Oblivion rubbed the back of his neck. “You could pass the fragment on to a child.”