First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1215: You Guys Are Rude

Chapter 1215: You Guys Are Rude

Gabbrielle was sitting on the living room sofa when she heard the front door open.

She excitedly leapt down from her position and ran towards the sound with a zeal that surprised Mira and her pets.

The princess turns to her bat with an accusatory look.

“I told you that it was time to brush your teeth again. You ran the baby away.”

Camazotz covered his head with his wings and hid behind the sofa.

Just as Abaddon and his wives stepped inside the sanctity of their house, Gabbrielle came lunging into his arms out of nowhere.

Laughing, Abaddon responded to her warmth with his own. “Hello, Peach. I guess you missed us.”

“Mmh. You’re back early.”

“There was…. a bit of an incident.”

“Did mothers beat too many people?”

“No, no, they were surprisingly relaxed this time around… We just dealt with an annoying little party crasher and decided to come back.”

Gabbrielle crawled up her father’s body and took her natural spot on his shoulder. “So what are we going to do for the rest of the night?”

Zahara’s brow crinkled. “Excuse me, little miss. Don’t you have your own significant other to spend time with instead of hogging ours?”

Gabbrielle shook her head.

“Daphne is in Tehom visiting her sisters for the week. I am a single woman for the time being.”

Zahara somehow heard ’no-sex for the week’. She died a little bit inside.

Gabbrielle poked her head into her father’s field of vision.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure. Suggestions on three.”

“”One, two, three… Django/ Fifty Shades of Grey!“”

Abaddon and Gabbriele stare at each other for an uncomfortably long time.

“”Head of State / Babygirl!””

After staring at each other for a few more seconds, Gabbrielle and Abaddon turned to Ayaana and Zahara.

“”Tiebreaker.”” They demanded.

Ayaana held up her hands as if to say she was fine with whatever. Zahara, on the other hand, was just waiting to be asked for her opinion.

“I suggest we watch Moonlight! It’s a wonderful Oscar-Winning film about a young man struggling to accept his own sexuality and…”

As Zahara continued to describe another award-winning movie that only she would stay awake through, Abaddon and Gabbrielle slowly turned to face each other.

“You know what? Let’s binge-watch something instead.”

“We have not finished the most recent season of Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Abaddon interlocked one of his arms with Ayaana and started leading her toward the living room. At the same time, he sprouted his tail so that he could lift Zahara by her waist and carry her as she continued to plead her case for something they weren’t watching.

They had nearly gotten settled when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Gabbrielle witnessed all of her parents stiffen.

“Finally!” Mira stood up jovially. “I’ve been waiting forever for my delivery!”

Abaddon pushed her back into the sofa with his tail.

“That’s not a delivery guy, darlin… And why are you ordering food when there’s a fully stocked fridge??”

“Didn’t feel like cooking nothin’.” Mira shrugged. “Too much work.”

“Your grandmothers are here.”

“Too far away.”

“You have telepathy.”

Mira blinks slowly. “…Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”

Abaddon was considering the very real need to have his daughter intellectually tested when the doorbell rang again.

“Am I the only one who answers the door around here??” Belloc complained as he and K’ael stomped into the foyer.

“Boys, no!” Abaddon hissed.

Zahara hurled a pillow at her sons to stop them before they could make a giant mistake.

Belloc was far too fast and sensed it coming, but K’ael was unprepared and was easily knocked out by the flying cushion.

As Belloc pulled open the door against his parents’ wishes, he came face to face with someone he didn’t recognize.

“…Guys, there’s some twink in a tuxedo out here…! … And he’s holding a box of Korean fried chicken!”

“Hell yeah!” Mira darted from her seat again and rushed towards the door.

She hopped over her unconscious brother and rushed right up to the strange man holding a white plastic bag.

“Thanks, man! You’re a real lifesaver!” She smiled.

Eternity’s eyes briefly widen and become filled with disbelief.

When his voice comes out, it is suspenseful and no louder than a whisper. “It’s you…!”

Mira tilts her head slightly. “Yeah, it’s my order… I gave you a tip already, so fork over my food, dude.”

In the blink of an eye, Ayaana appears to shield all of her children from sight.

Abaddon and Zahara stare down eternity, with their draconic features slowly blooming across their faces.

“What are you doing here, Eternity…?”

The egoless slowly blinks away his surprise and holds up the plastic bag.

“You three left me at that dreadful gathering. It was very rude of you, by the way.”

Zahara snatched the bag away from Eternity as Abaddon tried to close the door.

“Leave.”

Eternity did not go anywhere.

“You’re very skeptical of me. I can understand that. But you should know that I wish no harm on you or your children. I will even stake my sigil on that fact.”

Abaddon didn’t know what that meant, but he assumed it was the superior equivalent of a demonic pact.

Judging by the way Ayaana relaxed, his guess couldn’t have been too far off.

Eternity once again tried to look past Abaddon and get a glimpse of Mira.

“That child with the twin colored eyes. Is she yours…?”

Abaddon’s jaw tightened. “If she is…?”

“I can’t be sure, but… I feel as though I have heard that voice before, speaking to me from a faraway plane I could not pinpoint… I should have known that she was your child. No, what am I saying, how could I ever have anticipated a situation such as this one…?” Eternity shakes his head.

K’ael finally climbs up off the floor with some help from his brother.

He and Belloc spend several seconds analyzing the man at the door with scrutinizing gazes.

“Father, who is this… individual?”

Abaddon brought a hand to his head. “He’s…”

“I am Eternity. Second oldest of the true Absolutes. What is your name, small dragon?”

The words ’small dragon’ appeared to instill a non-negligible amount of annoyance within Bell. K’ael snickers to himself.

“…I am Nidhogg. My mother named me Belloc.”

“Wonderful!” Eternity clapped his hands together. “A strong name indeed. I’ve perceived that is something important to lesser beings.”

A vein bulged in Belloc’s forehead. “Look here, twink, you-”

“Enough, enough…” Abaddon covered his son’s mouth before he got himself erased from existence.

Before he could stop him, Eternity barged inside the house and circled Belloc.

“I see… You are also Death. That must make you and your father quite close.”

Belloc pulled his father’s hand away.”He doesn’t really like to admit it, but I’m his favorite kid. Everybody knows it.”

Abaddon could not help but smirk as he ruffled his son’s hair.

“I’m kind of a mama’s boy though.”

Abaddon clenched his fist and dropped it atop his son’s head, earning him a scolding from both of his wives.

Surprisingly, Eternity laughed jovially. “I see. It seems you all have quite a good relationship with-”

“Oh, hey, you’re back. How was the reunion, everyone?”

Asmodeus was walking past the foyer toward the kitchen, but paused when he saw everyone crowding around some newcomer.

He walked up to his son and wrapped his arm around his neck.

“So, how many people did you see tonight? Did they suspect you had liposuction, cause your uncle and I had a bit of a bet going that-”

“Dad… really not the best timing.” Abaddon sighed.

Asmodeus finally looked Eternity up and down.

The stunned look on the face of the Egoless was almost funny to witness.

“…Who’s the twink?”

Abaddon and his wives placed their heads in their hands.

–

“So let me see if I have this right. Not only did the three of you sneak down to live in an Aeon. But you also crafted lives for yourselves in which you have a lineage, siblings, and so-called best friends. All of whom live with you in this house.”

“””…Yes.”””

Eternity turned to Ayaana and Zahara.

“But the two of you suffered some sort of accident that your husband did not during the process, and ended up placing your essences in the souls of not one, but twelve individuals, who are aware of your existence and do not mind fusing together with you. All of you go about your day-to-day lives seamlessly and without issue.”

“”…Yeah / Pretty much.”” They lied.

Eternity let his body go limp as he flopped back onto the sofa.

He swept his gaze over the dozens of characters staring at him with curious, and somewhat lustful looks.

In particular, the large grey-skinned demon covered in muscle and the black-skinned woman with sharp teeth made him feel very uncomfortable.

“I suppose… we should begin some form of introductions then.” He sighed. “Who should I-”

There was a blinding flash of light as Ayaana’s timer spontaneously expired.

Bodies overflowed from the couch and spilled onto the floor, one after the other.

Naturally, Audrina was the one to emerge on top, with her hair and clothes still looking absolutely flawless.

“I guess I’ll be going first then.”