First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1259: Taking Things Personal...

Chapter 1259: Taking Things Personal…

Abaddon was the kind of deity who was uniquely in tune with the universe. Even the multiverse could not fully hide it’s secrets from him, once he was of a mind to know it.

So he, more than anyone else in the world, was aptly concerned when he felt what was happening.

To put it in the simplest terms he could imagine, it was like multiple realms were beginning to bleed into this one. An event that, in no uncertain terms, should have been a catastrophe.

But somehow, things weren’t going wrong. They were changing so dynamically and at such a rapid pace that it was dizzying.

Abaddon held all of his wives together while Gandora shielded them from the light with her body.

They stayed underneath the protection of their beast for a very, very long time.

But when the light inevitably died down, and the world stopped it’s dreadful shaking, Gandora returned to her normal size and the dragons finally released each other.

When they looked into the sky, things were nearly the same. And yet, they were also completely different.

Abaddon slowly stepped away from his wives as the Euphrates and his sister landed all around them.

“…Head back home. Check on the city, the kids, and our wives.” He said.

“But where will you go?” Tatiana grabbed his hand.

“I’ll be right behind you, I promise. I just need to get some grasp on what has happened here.”

He kissed her on her cheek once before returning to his loong form and rising into the sky majestically.

Abaddon flew for a long time. Too long.

He had been wary of potential dangers beforehand, but as he grew more impatient, he elected to roll the dice just a bit.

His body broke down into particles of light, and he shot into the sky at an unfathomable speed.

He traveled farther than he anticipated. He expected that upon leaving the atmosphere, he would reach the familiar bounds of outer space. This was not the case.

Instead, when Abaddon reformed above what he knew to be earth, he realized that he was staring at an enhanced cosmic filament. But instead of a menagerie of galaxies being bound together, they were different realms.

A near uncountable number of new and untold realms were bound together by an absolutely staggering amount of divine power. When staring at them from Abaddon’s point of view, it almost resembled a tangled spiderweb.

It’s amethyst light was almost pretty to look at. If it weren’t also immensely concerning.

Realms bleeding together like this almost always promised certain… side effects. Especially when too many were fused at once.

Similar to the prison of the eldritch horrors, some places, where the connection between realms was not yet strong enough, would not be safe to travel in.

A single step in the wrong territory at the wrong time could result in one being light-years away.

Abaddon frowned deeply at this development. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that Asherah had concocted all of this to kill him specifically.

’Old man… was this really your plan all along..?’ Abaddon wondered to himself.

As he started to return, he suddenly gave pause when he realized he was about to have company.

A metal lurching came from a large red rift behind the great dragon.

The first thing he saw was two enormous creatures that resembled serpents. Without overexaggeration, they had to have been over 200 miles long. Their bodies had the same width as Earth’s moon.

Gigantic chains made of rusted black metal were impaled into the sides of both creatures. They were being used as workhorses.

As they emerged from the rift, the creatures pulled what appeared to be a large castle behind them.

That was Abaddon’s first impression. He quickly realized he was incorrect.

The serpents were not pulling along a simple castle. They were pulling an entire city.

It was a ghastly, eerie place comprised almost entirely of old, rotting wood. The structures might have once been well-made and beautiful, but now they resembled little more than very tall, very grand sheds.

He could sense quite a bit of nether emanating from the city. However, he could sense no living creatures inside, so he assumed the only inhabitants were the undead.

Abaddon soon heard a voice reach out to him from inside the city. It was ancient and seemingly quite powerful.

The dragon was immensely intrigued at first. That did not last very long at all.

“How fare you, great beast…? It seems you are in need of a master.”

Abaddon’s expression became hateful.

He could not see the owner of the voice. He assumed naturally that they were coming from deeper inside the city. Perhaps they possessed some ability to see through the eyes of the castle.

He noticed some rudimentary firing devices being mounted on the walls.

There were two loud bangs, and a series of giant harpoon chains shot forth. Ones not at all dissimilar to the kind that impaled the red serpents.

As soon as they came within a mile of Abaddon, they broke down at a cellular level.

All that he felt were bits of sand dotting his scales like glitter.

The voice from inside seemed to be taking a moment to process what he had just seen. When he spoke again, his voice was slightly more wary.

“…So it seems you have some capabilities. That suits me quite well. Only this way could you be worthy of me.”

Just as Abaddon thought he could not be more annoyed, he heard another, more familiar voice appear right next to him.

“Some might consider his words a compliment.”

Abaddon did not even glance in Eternity’s direction as he reverted to a much smaller form.

“Where the hell have you been…?”

“Exploring, mostly. I knew that you and your family would be a bit busy, so I took some time for myself.”

Abaddon’s skin turned a deep black, and he sprouted another pair of arms underneath his first. His hair seemed to stand up on its own and caught fire.

“We have had enough time for ourselves in the literal eternity that we have been alive. Was that not enough for you?”

“The way you have posed your question alludes to the belief that you certainly have. But then again, why else would you, Life, and Possibility all run off here together if you weren’t tired of hearing your own thoughts?”

“I’ve grown quite tired of hearing your thoughts as well. Does that mean you are going to flee from my presence again and spare me from them?”

“No.”

Abaddon’s clothes became a simple black loincloth and skirt. His legs twisted until he was sporting the clawed, menacing feet of a dragon.

The cursed wheel of fortuna appeared behind his back, spinning wildly with an ominous red flame in the middle.

“Are you going to kill him?” Eternity asked.

“Obviously.”

“Why?”

“He insulted me.”

“How?”

“What did I just say bout hearing you talk?”

“I am curious. Do you know how rare it is for one of us to be curious about anything?”

Abaddon rolled his eyes as his hair turned stark white while his sclera became gold and red.

“I’m very… sensitive to the insinuation of dragons being pets. My people are not status symbols for them to flaunt or meek concubines to sow their seed. If I could kill every being who thought of themselves as a dragon’s owner, I would have done so yesterday.”

But Asherah said that would be an abuse of his power…

Abaddon held up all four of his hands.

Within each of them, a glowing orb of golden light appeared. The wheel of Fortuna spun more wildly in response to their arrival.

“…You seem to care a great deal for them.” Eternity noted.

“Obviously. Dragons are the most perfect species there is. The idea of them having their wings clipped or held down by a human who wants to play god detests me to the depths of my very soul.”

Without warning, the beams of light shot out of Abaddon’s hands.

They instantly punched through the red snakes pulling the city, killing them instantly.

However, when they struck the walls of the dead city, the damage was not as great as Abaddon had expected it to be. The structures shook like mad, freeing dust from the rafters.

Along the ramparts, green lights took the forms of ghostly undead figures in foreign armor.

Eternity looked back and forth between Abaddon and the city of the dead.

“They have not perished. Did you expect that to happen?”

“No.”

“Are you upset by this development?”

“No.”

“I believe most people would be.”

“I am far from most people.”

Abaddon held out his hands again.

This time, instead of simple strands of golden energy, he crafted tens of small stars no larger than quarters.

“It is not very often that I get to hit something and it stays on it’s feet. This experience has almost become a novel one for me.”

“…” Eternity manifested a pair of sunglasses and placed them over his eyes. “You’ve become insane.”

“I’m glad you’ve finally realized that.”

With a grin of madness, Abaddon expanded the stars until they were large enough to nearly be called suns.

“You’re aware of what happens when stars die, aren’t you?”

“Obviously.”

“Good. Cover your ears.”

Eternity obliged just as Abaddon hurled a slew of dying stars at the ghostly city.

The resulting explosion was nothing short of biblical.