First Demonic Dragon

Bashenga would likely never be like his siblings or the rest of his family.

He wasn't overly sentimental. He had never voluntarily given them a hug or said anything positive that was not dripping with sarcastic wit.

Certain things were just hard to overcome, and he just wasn't that kind of dragon.

And yet, that didn't make him any less close to his family. Everyone knew that he loved them the best he could.

They were always willing to meet him halfway.

He still didn't understand all of their sentiment- or why they insisted on giving it to him despite his numerous rejections.

But the centuries had brought acceptance for him. This familial warmth that he believed himself to be above had come to be something he expected. Something he valued.

Even if he himself had yet to realize that yet.

Bashenga didn't know why he suddenly knocked that house over.

The irritation he felt from seeing Kronos stand in front of his parents was, for him, inexplicable. But it was there.

And before he knew it, he felt the urge to remind the time god of just the sort of arrangement that they had here.

"It must have slipped my mind at some point. Yours too, no doubt. Just how easily all of this can come crumbling down... "

Kronos was not fooled by Bash's deceptive adolescent form.

Oracles had foretold that a monster symbolizing the great dark ending would come to terrorize Olympus with his brother upon his rebirth.

The humans had it wrong, and believed those occurrences had already taken place. It was Kronos' duty as king of the greek deities to prevent that from ever happening.

But even so, he couldn't just show his belly and roll over.

There were laws to be followed, images to be maintained, and respect to be given.

"How barbaric... Is wanton destruction your sole reason for coming here?" Kronos twisted his hand and time was rewound on the home.

In less than a second, it stood once again just as it had yesterday, and the day before that.

"What worry is it of yours? Do you truly have so little to do?"

"Your family's arrival is one that is deserving of my full attention. Even for one as busy as myself."

"Well we're not here for blood and souls today, so you may return to those duties you seem to show little regard for."

Kronos could feel his divine blood pressure rising.

"I believe not. My schedule is suddenly free, so I believe I will be accompanying you on your visit."

Bashenga showed the first smile he had ever made since his birth.

"No... I don't think you will."

His palm touched the sone of the house again, this time to drastically different results.

The home was completely broken down on a molecular level. All that remained behind was a pile of dusty residue the size of six sofas stacked on top of each other.

Kronos couldn't fix it again even if he wanted to.

"It's a bit dusty here suddenly... Maybe someone with nothing to do should sweep this up."

Bashenga turned his back swiftly; ignoring Kronos' steadily reddening face.

"Mothers. Father. Come along."

Abaddon and Ayaana gave each other helpless looks.

'That's your son.' he shook his head at her.

'No, that's

Your

Son.' They chuckled and nudged him.

Together, they along with Gandora stepped around a stunned Kronos and rejoined their son on his trek up the steps to the true Mount Olympus; the colossal white temple on the very tip of the mountain.

They hadn't gotten very far before Ayaana gave their son's cheeks a small pinch.

"You, brat. You're supposed to leave the task of making enemies to your father and us."

Bash jerked his cheek away. "You are all so irrefutably... I cannot even begin to find the words. Why you allow that man to sit in place and question us is beyond my understanding."

"Men like him are all the same, Bash. Be they divine or mundane. If you completely trample over them, then their pride causes them to dig into new places and inspire retribution."

"I've seen such scenes occur more than you, mothers. That is why I believe it best to crush thoughts of rebellion underfoot before foolish ideas begin to fester. Why you all continue to allow him to breathe is beyond me."

"We are Judicators and as of now, there is nothing to execute him for. You know this." Ayaana smiled.

She interlocked her arm with Bashenga's and rested her head on his shoulder. "For a moment it almost seemed as if you were upset for us. That wouldn't happen to be true, would it?"

Bashenga resisted the urge to snort.

He didn't reply afterwards, and neither his mothers or father made any more comments.

But in their heart of hearts, they knew the truth. As a popular modern saying goes, 'What's understood doesn't need to be explained'.

-

Upon reaching Mt. Olympus, there are a variety of rooms within the temple. Some are the dwellings of other gods and titans, while most are things like amenity halls.

But Abaddon and his family were headed towards the very top floors.

There, one can find a long hall lined with statues and alters.

Each one depicts a deity chiseled from stone; bearing a likeness significantly more enchanting than what would have been depicted on earth.

Abaddon knew each deity fairly well. He made it a point to keep up with all who were nearly as old as he.

Their destination was the statue at the very end of the long hall- depicting a woman chiseled from black stone and wrapped in the embrace of a man.

Abaddon placed his hand on the purple orb sitting o the alter and waited.

After five seconds, the statue seemed to come alive as it held out it's hands.

A black hole formed between the statues palm that just seemed to grow larger and larger at every second.

Eventually, an entire portal had opened up right in front of the three dragons, and it almost seemed to be beckoning them to enter.

"...Are you sure that this is a wise decision?" Bash raised a brow.

"It's fine, son." Abaddon assured. "She won't hurt us."

"I am aware that she will not hurt us, but are you so certain that she will not assault us as well?"

"...No."

Together, Abaddon and Ayaana held hands and walked into the portal.

For a moment Bash contemplated if he should follow behind them, before ultimately deciding tha staying here would not be a preferable use of his time.

He too entered the portal just as two different women appeared in the hall, both looking for the family who had seemingly disappeared into thin air...

-

Abaddon and Ayaana arrived in a space that was familiar to them both. Darkness. And a seemingly endless space of it at that.

The only think taking up residence in this domain were stars, and a single patch of land holding up a large black house.

Standing on the lawn and watering a patch of flowers was a woman who the trio knew very well.

She had soft, pale skin as if she had never seen a single day of sunlight ever since the moment she gave birth to it.

Her hair was long and so dark that it almost blended in with the space around her. For a moment the three almost did not notice that it was done in an elaborate style.

She wore a form fitting dress with thin straps sitting along her slender shoulders.

Her figure was more modest than overtly shapely, but it was about as far from lacking appeal as physically possible.

She was only around the size of a middle-aged human woman, and as such was easily dwarfed by the three Nevi'im. Discover tales on

Though judging by the devilish looking glint in her black eyes, she seemed to be rather excited by the potential implications of those size differences.

"Well, isn't this a surprise. Thought you lot said that you would never step foot in my realm unless the end of everything was coming?"

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