First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1213: Revenge Arc?

Chapter 1213: Revenge Arc?

A reception hall was beginning to fill with guests as the day gradually turned into night.

People were dressed in their best clothes and arrived in nice cars.

Some were rented. Some were owned. But no one could figure out which was which, and allowed their personal biases to dictate which was more likely.

At the front desk, alumni checked in and received a nametag.

Once their nametag was given, they were allowed inside the reception hall, where they were provided drinksat an open bar and expected to mingle among the crowd.

Or, in Abaddon’s case, one could go grab drinks and then immediately sit back down.

Though this would attract the disgruntled gazes of his wives.

*Sip.*

Ayaana and Zahara’s stares intensify.

Abaddon slowly put his glass down. “…What?”

“Let’s get up and mingle.” Zahara demanded.

Ayaana took away her husband’s glass. “We can’t show off our trophy husband if all you do is sit here and drink.”

Abaddon snickered. “I’ve never met any women more interested in making themselves angry than you all. I would have thought you’d had enough after you nearly punched out the nametag girl for staring.”

“I’m still going to punch that bitch. I’m just waiting until she goes to the bathroom so that I can also stick her head in the toilet.” Zahara’s voice was as light as air, making what she’d said seem more like a joke than an actual threat.

However, Abaddon wasn’t really foolish enough to get the two confused.

“Have I told either of you how beautiful you look toni-”

“Don’t try to flirt with us, it won’t work.” Ayaana held up her hand.

“I-It might work on me..” Zahara looked stunningly beautiful with her hair pinned up and a backless dress covering her curvaceous figure.

Her gorgeous tattooed legs were nearly on full display thanks to her dress’s questionable length. The intensely jealous glares she elicited from her lovers only affirmed that she had made the right decision.

Abaddon leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. The waves of pink that blossomed on her skin only made her look more beautiful.

“Don’t let him sway you, love!” Ayaana warned.

“Tch.”

“Don’t ’tch’ me!”

“All I’m saying is… we could very easily have skipped this event and gone to visit a hotel bar in Tehom.” Abaddon reasoned.

“But that’s not what this is about.” Ayaana insisted. “It’s about letting people know that they were wrong about you, and that they are nothing but insignificant little maggots.”

Abaddon rested his elbow on the table as he stared at his wife with a look of amusement. “Tell me, love, do you care about what others think of you?”

“Do you mean like you two?”

“No.”

“Our kids?”

“No.”

“My dads?”

“Still no.”

“My moms?”

“No again.”

“Oh… well then no, not at all.”

“Well then, why do you expect me to care about what these people think? Much less the childish gabbering of self-important children.”

Ayaana touched her husband’s cheek warmly.

“…It’s not that I expect you to care. It’s that I do. No one will ever be allowed to belittle my husband and live their lives peacefully. I want everyone to know that not only were you special before, but you are even more amazing now. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same for me.”

Abaddon couldn’t say that he would do exactly the same thing. He would likely just kill whoever had bothered his perfect, beautiful wives and trapped them in Oblivion for all eternity.

But he understood her point.

“Also, it was Odie’s idea for you to come here.” Zahara reminded. “Don’t tell me you’re going to disappoint your precious daughter?”

“…Alright.” He acquiesced. “What do you want me to do-”

“Oh, my… this is such a good-looking group.”

While the dragons weren’t paying attention, they were approached by their very first alumnus.

It was someone that Abaddon recognized instantly. A light-skinned woman with curly golden brown hair and freckles dotting her face. There was a noticeable gap in the front row of her teeth, but it did nothing to hamper her perceived attractiveness.

Abaddon recognized her instantly. She couldn’t say the same for him.

“I’m sorry… I don’t think I remember any of you?”

Zahara grinned. It was her time to shine.

She placed her hand over her husband’s chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Our husband was actually the one who attended… we’re kind of just along for the ride tonight.”

’A bald-faced lie.’ Abaddon thought.

Zahara pinched him under the table.

The word ’our’ seemed to short out the woman’s brain for a moment as she stared at Abaddon. “Oh! Umm… Salam alaikum.”

Explaining that Abaddon was in a polyamorous relationship usually took too much time. It was always easier to let people think he was Muslim.

“Mhm. Hi.”

The woman seemed taken aback by his cold demeanor as he looked away.

“I haven’t seen you before… your name is… Carter?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t really remember a Carter in our year…” The woman rubbed her chin. “Let alone someone like you.”

She extended her hand for him to take. “I’m Niya Mcall. It’s nice to meet you.”

Abaddon arched his brow. “We went to the same schools ever since kindergarten.

“…Really? Are you sure?”

“We sat close together, freshmen, junior, and senior year.”

“…?”

“Math? Science? World history?”

“…?”

“In ninth grade, I gave you a heart card for Valentine’s Day, and you told me you were allergic to me. Then you had your boyfriend beat me up in the locker room, and for the rest of the year, you made jokes about how I was built like a hot-water heater.”

Ayaana and Zahara’s eyes slowly swiveled back and forth between their husband and this woman, whom he clearly seemed to know.

Her eyes widened as she realized the atmosphere had suddenly turned unfriendly.

“Oh…! Well, I’m sorry about that, you know, we were just… kids and stuff. I hope you won’t hold a grudge.”

Abaddon opened his mouth.

“I do.” Ayaana grinned.

Her eyes momentarily glowed a hypnotic purple.

“When it’s time to make a toast, you’re going to get up on the stage and pee for everyone to see. Then bathe in it like the pig you are.”

Niya nodded slowly. “Yes… mistress…”

“Now fuck off back to your seat and drink enough to earn your third DUI.”

As she walked away, Zahara turned to her husband excitedly. “See?? Isn’t this fun??”

Abaddon couldn’t answer before Ayaana grabbed his face and pulled it close.

She also looked ravishing. She wore long, bell-bottom pants with a sleeveless blouse that was cut low to accentuate her generous chest.

Abaddon could have easily been distracted by her outfit alone if she weren’t putting enough force into her hands to crush his skull.

“So, you were giving bitches heart cards, huh..? I can’t believe you… You said we were your first loves, but apparently that’s not the case? What do you have to say for yourself, you filthy little man-whor-”

Abaddon gave Ayaana a small peck on the lips.

She froze and continued to stare at him with a narrow gaze.

“…One day, you are going to try that, and it won’t work, I promise you.”

“Is today that day?”

“You are so fucking lucky it’s not.”

“Cheers to that…” Abaddon kissed her a second time, this instance much deeper than the first.

Ayaana felt herself becoming swept away by the mood as she leaned in to enjoy the feeling of her husband’s lips. She became completely unaware of the world around them.

Zahara took out her phone to take a picture when she noticed someone walk towards them, but their approach was entirely unique.

Almost as if they had suddenly appeared out ofthin air.

“Oh, my… we’re quite the trouble makers, aren’t we?”

Ayaana felt her husband’s body stiffen as they broke the kiss.

His pupils trembled as they lost their human shape and became more reptilian.

They glowed like coals on a fire as he slowly turned to the man standing over their table.

“..What the hell are you doing here..?”

“I could be asking you three the same, but then I suppose we’d all have the same answer. I am living.”

The man looked around the room with a slightly unimpressed look. His tuxedo was painfully out of place at the event. “Though I must confess, this setting doesn’t feel like something you should be spending your time on.. So much mortal negativity.”

Ayaana grabbed her husband’s hand under the table. “Honey, who is this..?”

The man frowned at her and pointed at himself.

“Possibility, it’s me. Eternity. Why are you acting as if you do not recognize me?”

Ayaana and Zahara’s faces lost their color. Eternity, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why they were staring at him as if he had just taken a shat in their shoes.

“If this is a game of yours.. I don’t find it funny..!” Abaddon said through clenched teeth.

He stopped the passage of time in the room, something that Eternity seemed to find the slightest bit funny.

“Queel your wrath, serpent… I have only come to extend my apologies for the way we parted last. My behavior was most uncouth, and I hope you can forgive me for it. That’s not how we Absolutes should conduct ourselves.”

He looked over the three of them with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Though I must confess.. even I did not foresee this kind of development when I made the decision to seek you out. I have many questions.”