First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 915 - 915: Uncontrollable
– Several Billion Years Ago…
“Judicator?”
Abaddon crinkled his brow as he stared at the familiar old man sitting on his pristine white throne.
“Yes. Be like their guiding hand and the rod that grants them direction.” Yesh answered. “I think you’ll be perfect for the responsibility.”
A young-looking Abaddon ran his hands over his short, wavy hair and let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.
“Old man… How you possibly got ‘I want a job’ from me telling you that I am getting married is far beyond me.” He sighed.
“Congratulations.” Yesh’s smile couldn’t be seen, but it could always be felt. “You can think of this like your dowry.”
Abaddon didn’t want to start a fight with Yesh again.
They had only just patched things up again after the last time that he had said choice words to the ancient being.
But still, whatever this position was that he was being offered, he didn’t want it.
“Give it to Michael, he is always looking for something to do to gain your approval.” Abaddon dismissed.
“Michael will have his role to play in time. But this responsibility is yours, and can only be yours.”
‘”I said that I don’t want it, Yesh.” Abaddon gnashed his teeth. “I can think of so many different things I’d like to do with my time that don’t include keeping the sons and daughters of heaven from having pissing contests with each other.”
Despite Abaddon’s clear agitation, Yesh continued to speak gently.
“They will need some sort of hand in the future so that they do not stray. Humanity is coming out of it’s infancy soon.
The gods will encourage their baser urges and introduce new ones to boot.
I need your help to ensure that they don’t overstep. Help them see the value in growing and flourishing a fragile species.”
Abaddon’s ancient mind was experiencing a migraine like no other.
He rubbed his temples as he paced about the room. For a while, the only sound was that of his clawed feet clicking against the stone.
Finally, he paused and turned to stare at the creator with a look of exhaustion.
“Yesh… you really should pick someone else for this responsibility. I don’t know how to give these gods the tender, guiding hand that you have mastered in your life. I would rather just burn them until there is nothing left.”
Abaddon also wanted to say he didn’t care much for humans himself. But he didn’t.
“I’m sure that you would, but isn’t that such a cliche? The dragon only knows how to talk with his claws and his flames? Bah! You can be more creative than that.” Yesh said dismissively.
Abaddon couldn’t tell if Yesh was joking or not, but he was really starting not to care either way.
“I don’t know what you want from me. I can only do things the way I know how, and the way I see fit. It’s easier for me to kill those who step out of line than play their therapist.”
“And you may have to one day, but most importantly I want you to make sure they, and you, understand that they are not irredeemable. They need to be alive for that.”
“Aren’t they, though?’ Abaddon tilted his head. “Aren’t we all monuments of our divine aspects- standing unchanged through the arduous test of time?”
“You gods are immortal, Abaddon, but you aren’t stagnant. Or at least, you don’t have to be if you don’t want to be.”
Abaddon just scoffed and shook his head.
“You fought off the madness on your own, didn’t you?” Yesh reminded. “You endeavored to change regardless of the mental anguish and personal cost.”
Abaddon turned around. “I purged a sickness from my mind and spirit. That’s not the same as completely changing my nature and personality around.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No, it is not.” Abaddon insisted.
“Say that it isn’t. How do you know if you won’t even give it a chance?” Yesh sighed.
Abaddon’s jaw set in place as he stared at Yesh. Sometimes, he believed that even though he was the father of all creation, Yesh was really just an old man who liked to pick at people’s nerves.
“…You want something from me.. that I just am not capable of giving.”
“That’s not true. You can be kind. Patient. You wouldn’t be getting married otherwise.” Yesh shrugged.
“That’s different.” Abaddon insisted. “Those women, they… they came alive for me. I would give them anything, and be anything that they needed me to be. They are a part of my very soul.”
“And that is a beautiful thing, Abaddon.” Yesh smiled as he leaned forward. “But don’t you think that if you are capable of expressing this amount of sentiment towards women whom you at one point did not even know, then you could also extend it to the misguided souls who need correcting?”
“….”
“….”
“…”
“…?”
“…No.”
After all of that silence, Yesh just threw his head back and laughed.
The sound was distinctive. Pleasant to listen to without even trying to be, and as infectious as the cosmos was grand.
He wiped his eye of a stray tear while unconsciously holding his chest. Abaddon didn’t really get why any part of this was so funny.
“A swift, honest answer. That’s just like you, I’m afraid.” Yesh finally calmed down.
“And you know me well now, do you?” Abaddon rolled his eyes.
For a moment, a unique, once-in-a-lifetime scene was created.
Abaddon was almost certain that he had glimpsed around half of the old man’s true face. At least, enough to see him smile for the very first time in his life.
The dragon wasn’t sure if Yesh had done it on purpose or accidentally.
“I have known you before I even formed you, Abaddon. Which is how I know that you will be the leader I need for this job. I know that you’ll endeavor to walk forward no matter the circumstances.”
Abaddon opened his mouth to speak. “I-“
“Now I’m not saying you’ll be perfect.” Yesh held up his hands. “That temper of yours will be persistent, and you’ll wrestle with it for a few thousand years.”
Abaddon closed his mouth.
“But I think those brides of yours will help you get a lid on yourself. The twelve of you will undoubtedly keep pushing each other forward to be better.”
Abaddon started to speak again.
But the most important thing is this…” Yesh appeared in front of Abaddon from his seat across the room.
He placed his hand on his shoulder and stared at him with divine, multicolored eyes.
“No matter how far you fall or how many steps back you take, you have to remember that you are not uncontrollable.
And you, just like everyone else, are capable of growth and change. All that’s needed is for you to be willing to do the work.
So, what do you say? Will you fulfill one little request from this feeble old man?”
“…”
“…”
“….”
“…?”
“…No.”
-The Present…
Abaddon felt a bitter smirk form on his face.
He wasn’t sure why old memories were choosing to bubble up now of all times. Maybe it was a part of getting old.
But Abaddon was starting to think that was just a deflection. He knew the real reason why he was thinking back on the past so hard.
Suddenly, he heard the balcony door click open.
Malenia stepped outside with their sister following closely behind. Both of them were whistling as if they were impressed by the sights.
“I always forget just how nice his bedroom is… How come we never come in here?” asked Malenia.
“Because it’s a den of lust and depravity?” Kanami reminded.
“Oh, right. How could I forget?” Malenia nodded.
Abaddon raised his brow at the girls because it was indeed unusual for them to come into his room like this for any reason.
“What brings the two of you here…?” he asked.
“Heard you were back here moping about something or another.” Kanami helped herself to a seat on the balcony and even put her feet up on the table.
“I’m not moping. I’m contemplating.” Abaddon lifted up the burning cigar in his hand.
The girls knew by now that their brother was prone to smoking cigars whenever he was thinking. He only drank when he was depressed or partying.
“Heard you got into a little altercation.” Kanami helped herself to a nearby pack of cigars and lit it with the tip of her finger.
Abaddon rolled his eyes as he put the cigar between his lips again. “An unnecessary skirmish between two children with massive power.”
“You sound regretful.” Malenia leaned against the edge of the balcony.
Abaddon took a long inhale of his cigar and knocked off the ash with the tip of his thumb. He watched it blow off into the wind with a complicated light in his eyes.
“…Just a waste of time is all. Didn’t do anything but make the gods a little bit more afraid of me.”
“As if they needed any more help with that.” Kanami joked.
“If only you were as funny as you were short.”
“Alright, dickhead. I can fix my height, but you can’t fix that fucked up face of yours.”
Both Malenia and Abaddon stared at her blankly.
“…I meant your other face.” Kanami clarified.
Abaddon just rolled his eyes.
“Why you care so much about what the gods think of you anyway? Never really seemed to bother you much before.” Malenia pointed out.
Abaddon blew a twin trail of smoke out of his nostrils. “I’m just… trying to change my image around a bit.”
“And what brought that on?”
Abaddon leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Tatiana has made some… very good points. About me. About my mishandling of my responsibilities. I think that today has… set me back a few paces.”
“You aren’t the first god to get into a jealous skirmish. You definitely won’t be the last either. You are thinking way too deep into this, dear brother.”
“Yes, I know that. But…”
“But what?”
Abaddon turned his gaze towards the bright lights and colors in the sky. He could no longer deny what was supposedly an irrefutable fact. He was brooding after all.
“I just feel like he would have wanted me to be… better.”
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