First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1233: Late Entry

Chapter 1233: Late Entry

Wukong winces as he opens his eyes.

“My head…”

“Stay down.” Abaddon said firmly as he patted the monkey on his chest.

“Buddha..?”

“He’ll be fine, don’t worry, just don’t move.” Abaddon repeats.

Wukong nods slowly, and Abaddon gets to his feet and returns to WorldJoiner.

“Are you accepting last minute participans?” She asks Lucifer with a light, feminine voice.

The devil’s face is a solid red color. His jaw is clenched so tightly that Abaddon thinks it might break.

“You have no place here, woman…! If you’re so eager to forefeit your life, then I recommend that you go off and find another corner of existence to do it in!”

WorldJoiner clicks her teeth. “Oh, no, no, no… Haven’t you been listening? My goal is not to see my own glorious end. It is to strengthen my army or my infamy.

Either the Omniarch bends the knee to me, or they perish. And their blood will be used to write another Chapter of my mythology in the records of Life itself.”

Unconsciously, Abaddon glances at Sif and Izanami, but he very quickly averts his gaze from them so as not to cause an incident.

“Now that I think about it… this may be the perfect thing for me.” Worldjoiner rubs her chin as she paces about the room. “It has been too long since my army has had a suitable war to wage. Will the likes of you all satisfy us, I wonder?”

Worldjoiner suddenly appears beside a Greek minor god.

She grabs him by the neck and lifts him, at least until his head is opposite her shoulder blades.

The young god chokes and gasps as he claws at her hands to break free.

“Some of you are… certainly squishy enough.”

Worldjoiner puts the bare minimum strength into her grip before Tatiana appears in front of her. She grabs the stranger’s wrist and holds it with an iron grip.

“Let. Him. Go.”

Worldjoiner looks down at Tatiana’s hand around her wrist with a look of surprise. Her eyes blink rapidly as she lowers the minor god.

“You are strong… might you be the omniarch I’ve come to find?”

“I don’t have to tell you that because I am not playing your games. Leave this realm, leave this plane of existence, and go find another people to haunt. We’re busy here.”

Worldjoiner blinks.

“Anger… so foreign to me. What troubles you, mighty one?”

“Your little welcome blow just now almost erased half of everyone here. I tend to get a little bit upset around that kind of thing.”

“Most curious indeed… Perhaps the mighty one is not as mighty as I thought. How can one pursue strength as it demands when they are concerning themselves with mud bugs and flies?”

“These are not insects. They are people.”

“Your semantics do not amuse or interest me. Mud is mud. Those who cannot crawl out of it and achieve greatness are bugs. Their only purpose is to be crushed underfoot by the strong, so that they might serve as a measurement of how far they have come themselves.”

Worldjoiner casually pushed Tataina in the stomach.

The sea goddess was rocketed away like a kite with its strings cut.

However, her body evaporated into water and sea foam.

Worldjoiner blinked slowly as she felt the sharp prongs of a trident pressing into her back.

“Considerable durability… Muscle definition is exceptional… Energy reserves seem bountiful… I am intrigued. Greatly intrigued.”

She glances over her shoulder at Tataina.

“Ah… You do not have a physical form, do you? Well, I suppose it’s not unusual; there are a few like that from time to time.”

“There are none like me. I assure you.” Tataiana growled, her teeth bared and as sharp as blades.

“…Many of you say that. You are unaware of the vastness that is totality. There are many things like everything. Originality is an illusion for all but eight…. But I can at least take some joy in collecting rare specimens and ensuring that my own name stands out the brightest among the lower existences.”

Worldjoiner brushes away from Tataina casually, turning her gaze toward her army.

“And is it not a name to be celebrated, my army?? Is your master’s glory not something that should be sung about??”

“HAIL WORLDJOINER. HAIL HER MIGHT. DREAD HER ARRIVAL. HAIL. HAIL. HAIL. HAIL…”

The robotic, almost obsessive chanting from WorldJoiner’s army was so loud it gave even Abaddon a headache.

WorldJoiner turns her arms to the crowd of fearful gods.

“Worry not, little flies. I can offer you a glimpse into this glorious path as well. All you need do is bend knee when requested. But I warn you… If you wait to do so until after my army has drawn their weapons, it will already be too late.”

Slowly, Worldjoiner begins to ascend. Her smile grows ever wider as she grows higher and higher.

Her eyes settle on very specific deities in the crowd. Abaddon and his brides, sure. But there is also Lucifer. Nyx. Brahma. And a select few others as well.

“I look forward to testing you all in my own due time. Fight well when the moment comes, worms.”

WorldJoiner and her forces turn into streaks of light and shoot away like falling stars.

Not long after they are gone, Valerie slowly begins to mend the realm. Wukong stands from his sitting position and rushes over to check on Buddha.

For a while, no one in the colosseum says anything. Surprise and confusion have seized them all by the throat.

Except for Lucifer.

The devil slicks back his hair as he turns to stare at Abaddon.

“You know… I never believed I would say this, but I believe there may be someone I want dead more than you.”

Abaddon is not amused.

He goes to Asherah’s side with Erica, and they both attempt to help the mother goddess back to her feet.

“I am fine, you two… There is no need to fret over me this much.”

Erica barely listens and heals Asherah with magic without giving her the option to refuse it.

Slowly, it seemed as if everyone had gotten over the shock of what had just unfolded, and now, all that remained was aburning curiosity.

Questions descended from every angle, every pantheon, all at once.

Some gods were furious, others were just plain insulted.

Many had questions for Asherah, and many more had questions for Abaddon.

The two did their best to answer what they could and hopefully quell some of the panic.

“Why did you not fight her and be done with it!? You know that Yesh favored you the most; you are obviously this Omniarch that she seeks!” A god shouts.

“I do not know that for sure.” Abaddon shook his head. “Have you forgotten that Yesh still has a sun upon the Earth?”

The frantic yelling changed into a quieter murmuring as the gods mulled over the possibility that Abaddon came second in power to someone.

“Please. Don’t insult me when I’m right here in front of you.”

Lucifer stared daggers into Abaddon, his face becoming tight once again.

“If my father’s little experiment were so great, his blood would not dye my spear. It should be obvious to all capable of thought that I am my father’s champion.”

Abaddon raised his brow. “Nothing is obvious to anyone. Even with all that you have done to yourself, your brother may still-”

Lucifer appeared before Abaddon as a horror. A large, red-skinned demon with goat legs and a flaming pentagon in his chest.

He breathed heavily through his nostrils as his demonic black eyes attempted to oppress Abaddon with their very gaze.

“Listen closely, dragon… You will not call that thing by that title ever again. I make the vow here and now that if you should dare cross this line in the sand, my rage will be something so terrible that even you will not escape the fallout unscathed.”

Abaddon’s smile is a sight to behold. It is a smile born of deep, genuine amusement.

The sight of his pearly whites in all of their glory is like forbidden fruit to many a deity.

“Testy, testy… Do you truly find it so upsetting to hear..?”

“Are you truly willing to risk ruin for the sake of a poor joke..? There is still time to take it back and reflect on your ways.”

“Nothing I’ve said requires retraction. Your dislike of the facts does not change their validity.”

Lucifer’s eyes somehow become even darker.

He nods slowly before backing away. “Good… very good. A man should remain firm in his decisions. Even in the face of calamity.”

Lucifer looks towards the Nevi’im stands, where Asmodeus sits with his arm around Mira.

“You’ve raised your son well, Ashmodai. I just hope you are prepared for the day when he is no longer under your wing.”

Before he gives his son a chance to respond, Lucifer turns back to his mother with his normal face restored. “Is it done?”

“…Yes.” Asherah swallows.

Lucifer smiles with genuine madness as he finally addresses his own forces.

“Demons…. WE MARCH UPON THE SHATTERED EARTH!”