First Demonic Dragon

“Hey, why are you all pasty again, Momma?”

Seras lifted her head from Valerie’s lap and stared at Mira with a helpless look. “Are you just now noticing my appearance? I’ve been home for over a day.”

Mira shrugged innocently.

“Well, there were patches of you that were all red and stuff. I thought maybe you were shedding. Buttt I’m beginning to think those are just inappropriate marks.”

Erica blushed and turned her head away.

“This is not an appropriate movie-watching conversation.” Bashenga stated.

In the background, ‘Shark Tale’ would’ve been inclined to agree.

“Also, did you just ask your mother if she shed?” Valerie tilted her head.

Mira didn’t see the problem. “Yeah?”

All three Individuals in the room paused and stared at her with looks of great concern.

“Mira… do you shed?”

“I dunno what happens when I’m asleep.”

“Yes, but wouldn’t you notice if you woke up with a layer of your own skin lying next to you?”

Mira shrugged innocently again.

Her mothers narrowed their eyes in unison.

“Mira…When’s the last time you cleaned your room?”

Bashenga saw his sister flinch.

“B-Bash doesn’t clean his room either!” Mira suddenly accused.

“Your brother doesn’t keep any trash in his room to begin with…. Or really anything for that matter.” Valerie sighed.

“Gaia is there. Does that count?” Bash asked nonchalantly.

“”No.”” His mothers chastised.

Valerie finally switched the TV off from exhaustion. “Bash, stop being mean to Gaia, Mira, go clean your room.”

Mira started to snap her fingers.

“Not with your powers, with your hands.” Seras swatted her over the head with a pillow.

Mira stood up in a dramatically frustrated fashion. “T-This is unjust! I am a fully functional adult, and I should not be made to-“

“APOPHIS!” Seras called out of nowhere.

Her ever-reliable eldest son appeared in a burst of golden flame. Before Mira could make a run for it, he scooped her up and hauled her over his shoulder like luggage.

“Yeah, ma?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, could you help your sister clean her room?” Seras asked warmly.

“We’re around 90% certain she’s going to need a new bed, so… Might want to grab Straga when you can.”

“Got it.” Apophis nodded.

He leaned down so that both of his mothers could kiss him on the cheek, oblivious to any of Mira’s thrashing or complaining.

But after taking another look at Seras, he realized that something wasn’t quite right.

“Hey, Ma? Why’re you all pale and stuff again?”

“THAT’S WHAT I WANTED TO KNOW!” Mira yelled.

“You got vitiligo?” Apophis tilted his head. “Does that mean we have vitiligo?”

“What’s vitiligo?” Bashenga lifted his head for the first time since this conversation began.

“That thing Michael Jackson had.”

“That is… not even remotely true.” Seras rubbed her temples.

“”It’s not?!”” Apophis and Mira asked, both of them completely bewildered.

Very few words could describe the level of exhaustion that Seras and Valerie were currently feeling at this moment.

“Would you all just go and-“

Suddenly, Seras’ words trailed off as a slight buzzing began in her ear. Valerie’s too.

Seeing the familiar looks on her mothers’ faces, Mira became noticeably excited. “Is it happening?! Are we being invaded!?”

“No.” Valerie lied. “You’re room cleaning.”

“Mooooommmm!”

“Let it go, Mira.” Valerie yawned. “If your father isn’t doing anything, then you don’t ne-“

Valerie looked up when she saw her oldest son staring at her with that same sparkly-eyed look he used to ask her for dinner when he was a kid.

“…You want to go?”

“It’ll be good for me. Stretching a bit, you know?”

Valerie smiled at her son pitifully. “Your sister still needs help, dear. There’s no telling when the last time she wore clean pants is.”

“These are clean, thank you-“

“I see a pizza stain on your leg, Mira.” Seras pointed.

“…That’s just the design.”

Valerie and Seras gave their son dy looks. “”Please. Help her.””

Apophis sighed and relented. He turned to take Mira upstairs as asked. “Alright. I just hope this doesn’t take too long and we-“

Suddenly, the family was distracted when they noticed a rather unexpected member of their brood running right toward the front door…

–

It actually happens quite often.

In the great span of the multiverse, the abyss sits underneath all.

You will find that across the great landscapes of eternity, the struggle for power is a constant, never-ending plight.

As such, there are instances where an individual rises to such a level of power that the limits of their world no longer confine them. This is when they turn their gaze outward and attempt to conquer the stars.

Or the dark.

Texts about the abyss and it’s dark ruler, who commands tremendous power and fear, can be found in just about every civilization inside every cosmos. They just aren’t widely shared and are treated as dark things too dangerous for mortal eyes.

These texts aren’t very dissimilar to the black books Eldrich horrors leave behind to amass followers and commit dark deeds in the shadows.

The only difference is that instead of books, the horrors have only left behind simple texts. Never their name, signature, or any sign of their power or identity.

It would take someone at the level of Mira or Kanami to track them accurately.

The purpose behind these acts is largely the same. Have a lesser pawn who’s amassed enough strength somehow get the drop on Abaddon and manage to kill him, incapacitate him, or leave him indisposed so that Tehom will be for the taking.

However, it’s a half-cocked plan at the very best.

Since Abaddon returned to Tehom after leaving the first time, he has applied the very concept of infinity to this plane.

Meaning that if he doesn’t want you to get in, you cannot. Regardless of the amount of heaven-breaking talent or blatantly unfair weapons that one might have in their possession.

The first few thousand years, Abaddon would go out to meet challengers with some of his children, or even his friends, and treat it like a guy’s night. He even brought an army once.

But eventually, Abaddon realized that he didn’t necessarily have to do anything since the interlopers couldn’t break in.

So, he started letting them sit in the void until their bodies decomposed or they returned to where they came from. Whichever came first.

Nowadays, he never really engages these types of enemies and instead lets his kids use them as live training dummies. Mira ate a whole army the day she turned eighty.

For the most part, the only way to get his attention would be if someone came here riding an enslaved dragon or carrying the ill-gotten blood of one of his descendants in his veins.

But honestly, no one was really stupid enough to do something like-

“You’ve all chosen a terribly poor day to test my patience…”

Abaddon stared at a golden army shimmering with radiant light.

Everything from their skin, armor, weapons, and even the dragons they rode on were all a glittering gold…

Even the angels weren’t this obnoxious.

The man at the lead looked like the typical protagonist that you would find in any fantasy epic.

Daringly handsome, with broad shoulders, a square jaw, and long blonde hair billowing perfectly behind his back.

It was picturesque, really.

Abaddon might’ve let him live if he weren’t riding a giant female dragon big enough to hold a nation in one of her hands.

He stared down at Abaddon with a look of vague confusion.

“Though thou art mighty… thou’re not what the texts have described. How curious.”

His focus was on Abaddon’s clothes. When you meet an eternally old god of the dark, you don’t exactly expect them to be wearing a black Nike tracksuit.

Or smelling of… baby powder?

“Curious indeed…”

Abaddon growled in annoyance as he began unzipping his hoodie. “Fuck, I forgot how much I hated talking to people like that…”

“Dad!”

Abaddon glanced out of his shoulder and nearly imploded when he saw one of his children flying towards him clumsily with a large sword in her hand.

“COURTNEY!?!?”

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