First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 909

Chapter 909: Stepfather?
Abaddon didn’t just grab Ziz by the head.

He started to apply pressure until he could feel Ziz’s skull groaning underneath his palm, threatening to snap into pieces at any second.

The glasses Ziz always wore had already broken.

Cinders left Abaddon’s mouth when he opened it. “You say you’re a man but it’s funny. You feel way more like a worm to me.”

Ziz couldn’t say anything as he struggled to break free. Abaddon just kept squeezing.

Nyx started to break things up, but Mateo held out his hand and shook his head.

“Look at this… You are so fat with pride and vanity that I thought I would have been able to see it come out of you when I squeezed… maybe I’m not applying enough pressure.”

Despite his darker urges begging him to do so, Abaddon dropped Ziz on his back.

He hit the stone-cold floor hard and groaned as he reeled from the worst headache of his life.

Gravity suddenly turned against him and pressed his body against the marble floors. He couldn’t even manage to lift a finger.

The heat wafting off of Abaddon’s body was almost great enough to scorch the earth. His voice was like rolling thunder.

“Stay away from me. Stay away from my daughter. I’m not going to warn you again.”

Abaddon only released the golden bird when he was out of sight and out of the house.

Ziz coughed and held his chest while he inhaled as deeply as his lungs would allow.

As he lay flat on the floor, he covered his eyes with his forearm struck his fist against the floor.

“…Fuck.”

– Takamagahara

Amaterasu tapped her finger against her throne impatiently.

She was only barely listening to the goddess Inari ramble on about some issue she was taking with the Nevi’im soldiers.

It seemed like every other day, the gods under her watch were coming to her to complain about the training that they were being forced to participate in.

All except the war deities, of course…

The dragons trained them hard. It was clear that they saw the gods as soft and lacking in any form of discipline.

Even her own instructor, a lieutenant named Malvo, was utterly uncaring of her position as royalty and would beat her until she was black and blue if he felt she wasn’t giving the exercise everything she had.

But their brutal, beyond-Spartan methods of training were never just cruel for the sake of it. Every smack came with an instantaneous correction. Every heavy hit was instantly followed with a forceful correction in posture.

Amaterasu was not a slouch of a warrior herself, but she had to admit… she was horribly outclassed.

Quite often, she found herself wondering if these soldiers were so great, then what kind of abominations must the Nyasir be?

“And THEN, this butch whore punched me in my face! When I tried to go home for the day, she followed me home, and beat me out of my sleep!!” Inari roared. “You must do something about this!”

Amaterasu could think of very little that she would have liked to do less than that.

Suddenly, the queen’s ear twitched faintly and she felt sweet, sweet relief run through her body.

She barely resisted the urge to smile. “I see… So you came here today to get some sort of exemption from training?”

Inari’s eyes lit up. “Yes, exactly, my queen!”

“Then it seems luck has benevolently decided to grace you with the rays of its warmth. The only person with the ability to grant you such a thing is about to walk through those doors.”

Not a second later, the doors to Amaterasu’s throne room were pushed open and a familiar trio of faces wandered inside.

“Sun-Bitch! Bring me your best sake, I’m in a mood!”

“Didn’t you drink enough at breakfast..?”

“Nope!”

Inari’s expression soured when she saw who entered the room.

Standing in between a man she didn’t recognize and a woman she didn’t care about was the fox-deity’s most hated adversary.

Inari was a benevolent deity who didn’t usually hate anyone.

But the dragon was notoriously adept at getting under her skin with his presence alone.

Abaddon looked down at the goddess before him.

Inari was known to take on many forms, but for the last few thousand years or so, the one she had preferred the most was that of an androgynous person with long pink hair.

Her ears and tails were what Mira had described as ‘delightfully fluffy’. The white and gold robes that she wore were almost the same radiance as her porcelain skin and teeth.

“Abaddon. Lord of the Brutes.” She hissed.

Abaddon put on a polite smile. “Inari. Glad to see you are in good health.” He sidestepped the goddess and moved past her without exchanging another word.

Inari blinked with a stunned look on her face.

Abaddon had never ignored her before.

Where was the jagged comment?? The cold indignation?? What kind of development was this!?

“I guess I should get used to you showing up unannounced in my place of business, shouldn’t I?” Amaterasu smirked despite her seemingly cold words. “And this time you’ve even brought acquaintances.”

Abaddon showed her a genuine smile as he lowered his head in a bow. Almost surprising Amaterasu out of her makeup.

“Forgive me for the intrusion.” Abaddon stood up and wrapped his arms around Mateo and Nyx.

“This is my best friend, Mateo Vasquez, and… you already know Nyx.”

Nyx turned her hand into a blade and stabbed Abaddon in the stomach.

“Okay, she’s my best friend too.”

“And don’t you fucking forget it.” She removed her hand.

Mateo grumbled something about being in second place, so she stabbed him as well.

Amaterasu surveilled the additional people standing in her throne room.

Nyx, she was choosing to ignore, but Mateo was of definite interest.

Everyone of substantial ranking already knew quite a bit about Mateo already. The vampire king who supposedly kept tabs on the supernatural community on earth. Supposedly, the Aztecs had already offered him godhood nearly an eternity ago. But he declined for reasons no one but he himself knew.

But even though she was already aware of him, she had not been informed of he and Abaddon’s close relationship.

‘Although they were both on earth at around the same time, weren’t they…?’ Amaterasu thought.

Nevertheless, she decided it would be better for her to figure out why Abaddon had brought them here rather than how they knew each other.

“I can’t help but notice that I’m seeing more and more of you lately. I hope you’re not coming around now because you want to tell me I suddenly have a stepfather.”

“…” Abaddon smiled wryly.

Amaterasu suddenly stood up from her throne. “You’re joking…”

Nyx shrugged. “Don’t go blaming him. From what I hear, your mother practically took it from him.”

“Something tells me he was more than happy to give it right back to her, you know what I mean?” Mateo joked.

Nyx and Mateo fell into a fit of laughter.

Since Abaddon already had his arms around their necks, that made it much easier for him to smash their heads together.

As the duo rolled around on the floor in agony, he smiled wryly at Amaterasu.

“So, uh, yeah… Your mother and I… Well, really Eris and She…” Abaddon sighed and just decided to come clean. “We’re all together. And… we hope to have your blessing.”

Amaterasu blinked so many times that she actually kicked up a windstorm.

Eventually, she sank back into her seat and snapped her fingers.

A servant walked forward to bring her a tray of sake and some ochoko.

Nyx wandered up to pilfer some, and Amaterasu didn’t even bother to stop her.

“You… are unbelievably irresponsible.” Amaterasu sighed as she poured.

“I have been called worse.” Abaddon shrugged.

“Good, then I have some room to get creative.”

Amaterasu threw back her sake and wiped her mouth before pointing her now-empty cup at Abaddon.

“Have you any idea of the potential political fallout from this? My mother may not have been much of an active participant anymore, but she is Shinto, tried and true. Marrying her will upset the powers who already want your ear and your body.”

“Like Ershkigal?” Abaddon guessed.

“The list is too damned long for me to just pick out one, but sure, if you want to volunteer her name up.”

Amaterasu really must have been stressed. She always said swearing was unbefitting of a noble lady.

“My marital business matters little.” Abaddon said. “Shouldn’t even be a topic of discussion since it changes nothing and I don’t like gossip.”

“We’ll see if the rest of the divine realms think that.” Amaterasu pointed.

Abaddon, Nyx, and Mateo turned around.

Inari was already gone.

Abaddon growled. “Messenger gods…”

“They just can’t help themselves, can they?” Nyx shrugged.

“It’s a weird little compulsion they seem to have.” Mateo nodded.

Abaddon shook his head hard. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t planning to keep his marriage to Izanami a secret anyway. She deserved better than that.

“Do you see what you’ve done?” Amaterasu asked in exhaustion. “You could have spared me your sentiments around found family. I’m far too old to need something like that, so you didn’t have to come here just for my ‘permission’.”

“I know that.” Abaddon interjected. “Your mother’s not the entire reason I came.”

“No?” Amaterasu raised a brow. “Have you something else to tell me that might ruin my day?”

“That depends on how strict you are about outsiders.”

Amaterasu raised her brow. “…What exactly are you getting at?”

Abaddon smirked.

“I want your permission to set up an outreach center here in Takamagahara. As soon as today, if there is no issue.”

Amaterasu went back to blinking as she stared at Abaddon like he had just asked to put a second man on the moon.

“…Have you… been drinking?”