First Demonic Dragon

Abaddon was having a fairly normal night so far.

It was a typical Friday night, a game was on, the guys were over, and Jasmine was giving Darius a hard time- much to the amusement of the entire group.

The night was going by smoothly, until Thea and Apophis returned with a quartet of unexpected guests.

They were all humans, or at least on the surface they were.

One was a young girl in her early twenties with bright pink hair and eyes. She had a cute, but womanly figure and an evident wild personality.

She clung to Apophis like she was afraid he was going to get up and fly away somewhere.

Another guest was a serious-looking white haired girl. She had burning red eyes that seemed to be permanently on guard. Though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

She was holding hands with a girl who she seemed to share a rather intimate relationship with.

She had a shorter and more curvaceous figure than her companion- with soft mocha brown skin and curly grey hair.

Her black eyes stared into Abaddon with an immense amount of emotion that he found it hard to decipher. It probably wasn't anything good though...

Last among the group was a young man who Abaddon also knew very well.

He was around six foot five with long black dreadlocks that dangled below his waist. His build was lean, but very muscular. Discover hidden stories at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

Behind his black rimmed sunglasses, Abaddon could see a pair of burning purple eyes staring a him in a stupefied manner.

Needless to say, Abaddon already knew everyone here.

Being the embodiment of sex meant he was closely familiar with the personalities, proclivities, and identities of everyone from the minute that they start having their first naughty thoughts.

But it was hard to tell people that without them feeling uncomfortable.

So Abaddon was planning to go for the whole 'your mother talks about you a lot' angle. Which wasn't inherently untrue.

However, before Thea could jump into introductions, Nyx's daughter Aubrey fell back onto her butt while staring at him in horror.

"Are we... going to die...?"

Abaddon's jaw all but fell off his face. He hadn't even done anything.

""Aubrey!""

Thea, the white haired girl-Aisha, and Aubrey's brother Malachi, all went to her side as soon as her butt touched the floor.

But she couldn't take her eyes off of Abaddon. Her eyes were locked onto him and paralyzed with fear and helplessness.

It was as if she had been hit with the hardest lesson ever in the cruelest way imaginable. Everything, everywhere will eventually end.

And the ending of all things was standing right here in front of her; feeling guilty about making such a young girl cry.

It was then that Abaddon remembered a small fact about Aubrey that Nyx had mentioned in passing.

Her daughter's powers came from another one of her children; Thanatos.

No wonder she was panicking so much...

Abaddon dropped to one knee in front of the trembling girl. "Forgive me... I neglected to take into account your special constitution."

He compressed his power to the very maximum until he looked like an average, albeit muscular, human man.

He even materialized a pair of glasses onto his face to make his eyes a little less intimidating.

"I hope you won't feel too uncomfortable here, since I've been waiting to meet you for quite a long time now."

Bit by bit, Aubrey slowly stopped hyperventilating, and her eyes regained their usual shining luster.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene here."

Abaddon stared at Aubrey for a couple of more moments while he helped her get to her feet.

"..."

"...W-Why are you staring at me like that..?"

"Pardon me... It's just become painfully apparent that Nyx didn't give birth to you. You're actually quite polite. It took me by surprise."

Aubrey wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry again.

"Embodiment of sexuality my ass!" Darius suddenly interjected. "He can't be that pretty if he's making young girls cry at the sight of him! Maybe I should be the one to get that title!"

Darius waited and waited, but no one laughed at his joke.

Everyone just kind of avoided his gaze as he stared at them for a validation that he would not receive.

"...Seriously?? It was a joke!"

Hakon: "You look like the damn joke."

Fits of laughter filled the room at Darius' expense for the second time tonight.

The dwarven dragon put on a drunken scowl and vowed not to say another word for the rest of the night.

THEN his friends would surely feel bad and apologize, right?

"Are you all staying for the game? Got plenty of food here." Asmodeus offered as he walked over.

"Ah, this is my grandpa." Thea introduced.

Malachi, Aisha, Aubrey, and Serana looked back and forth between Thea, Abaddon, Apophis, and Asmodeus.

After seeing all of these criminally good-looking deities, they had but one single thought in their minds.

'Such unfair genetics...'

Suddenly, the door was kicked open and a familiar visitor rushed in.

"THIS IS A RAID, GIVE ME ALL OF THE FOO- Oh, we have guests here."

Bekka scratched her cheek in embarrassment and hid the eight to-go plates that she was carrying behind her back.

Luckily, Thea and Apophis had managed to cover everyone's eyes before they laid their eyes on Bekka's full beauty and suffered permanent damage.

"Ma. Your face." Apophis gestured.

"Oh, right."

A few slight adjustments to her facial features later, Bekka was no longer cripplingly beautiful.

Now, she was just egregiously beautiful.

"This is your mom...?" Serana asked Apophis as she slowly stared at the eight foot tall sculpture of feminine sex appeal.

"One of them." Apophis shrugged.

Serana swallowed all of her anxiety and stepped forward with her hand outstretched.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-It is very nice to meet you, ma'am. M-My name is Serana Aihara, and I am s-sort of in a relationship with your son. T-The oldest one." she clarified.

Bekka's face spread into a wide grin. "Awww, how cute!!!"

She skipped right past Serena's hand and went straight for an embrace while rubbing their cheeks together.

"You are so precious I could just eat you up. You better be careful, or my husband and I might decide to keep you for ourselves~"

"Ma!"

Apophis didn't waste a moment in snatching Serana back.

Bekka merely laughed while she went to introduce herself to the other visitors.

Meanwhile, Serena's face was beet red and she looked like she was on the verge of a small nosebleed.

She lightly tugged on Apophis' jacket collar so that he would lean down and let him whisper in her ear.

"I promise that I'm 100% loyal to you and the others, but full disclosure... I'm going to think about your parents when I masturbate tonight."

A vein bulged in Apophis' head.

He lightly bit down on Serena's ear and whispered his own provocation back.

"It's cute that you think you'll be able to remember anyone else after we get our hands on you..."

Serana wasn't made of stone. She fainted standing up with her nose running like a fire hydrant.

She would have definitely stained her clothes if it weren't for Apophis holding a tissue to her nostrils.

Bekka winked at her son as if she had planned it all, meanwhile Abaddon pretended that he couldn't hear a damned thing.

But unfortunately, he could hear a little too much, and he knew everything that was going through Serena's unconscious head right now.

'Well... as long as they can all be good to each other.' he shrugged.

Four minutes later, Bekka was waving everyone goodbye as she walked out with two plates of chicken wings, one plate of fried pickles, three plates of nachos and two plates of finger sandwiches.

"Bro... Is your mom really going to eat all of that?" Malachi finally asked.

"Yea." Thea shrugged. "I think she was feeling shy. She normally would've taken more."

Mal's mouth also fell open.

"Well, it looks like she left enough for all of you to take your pick of whatever you like, so don't hesitate to get your fill before she comes back." Abaddon offered.

"I-I don't mean to be rude, sir, but we've already eaten." Aisha apologized.

"So you're sure you don't want anything else? You'll insult my southern pride, you know?"

Malachi's ears perked up. "You're... from the south?"

"Alabama, born and raised, Mal. One of my mothers was also a cymbal from Louisiana. They don't make em much more southern than me, kid."

A sentence like that had surely never been uttered anywhere, ever, in all recorded and unrecorded history.

Now, Mal was looking at the food laid out in a new light. With that kind of background, it just had to be good!

And yet, Malachi held firm to his principles.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be impolite but it's just-"

"Let me stop you right there."

Abaddon placed his hand on Malachi's shoulder.

"I know why my kids brought you here. And I know you must feel in a hurry, but you should stay a little bit. Nyx is like family to me, so I'm interested in getting to know the only adoptive son and daughter that she has in all of creation. So, will you do me that kindness?"

After a request like that, Malachi felt he couldn't continue to fight his own sincere curiosity any longer.

"...What game are we watching?"

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