First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 934

Chapter 934: Pride Goeth Before…
The talk that Bekka wanted to have with Abaddon was one laden with concern.

If he didn’t know any better, he would think she was going to tell him that he was about to die.

“You know… You are a lot more like Seras than I think you realize.” Bekka finally said.

Abaddon sighed as he ran his hand over his hair. “Full of anger and quick to act on it..?”

“Oh, so you do know.” she smirked as she squeezed his hand.

Abaddon could tell that Bekka was trying to make light of the situation for his sake. Even if his recent behavior had been of serious cause for concern.

Even without his power at its highest, he had almost ended the world earlier.

Bekka knew that such an irresponsible act wasn’t like him. And he was ashamed that she let things progress that far.

“I’m thinking… What if I put the bands on?” He suddenly said.

Bekka was understandably surprised. “The ones we used for the children?”

Abaddon nodded.

“…Well, your sons will never let you live it down, you know?”

“We can always put them up for adoption.”

“They’re fully grown.”

“We can sell them for cheap.” He insisted.

Bekka merely chuckled as she reached inside of her void storage. “Well, I was going to give these to our grandchildren, but I suppose I can let you borrow them for the time being.”

The items Bekka had removed were a pair of golden wrist bands Valerie had made when Thea and Thrudd were still in infancy.

They have a natural calming effect that works well for suppressing tantrums and helps fledgling primordial deities stay grounded within a physical body.

It helps the children learn to control their powers and prevents them from summoning the full weight of their divinity and causing messes in the house or earth.

Surprisingly, K’ael did not seem to need them for right now. He was quite calm and reserved for a fire god.

Bekka held the tiny bangles up to her husband’s wrists.

They ballooned in size until they could fit comfortably around Abaddon’s large physique.

“…Pfft.” Bekka turned away.

“Something funny, furball?” Abaddon accused.

“You’re wearing little baby jewelry!” Bekka cackled. “It’s sooo cuteee!!”

Abaddon’s brow twitched uncontrollably.

He was trying to get angry, but… he couldn’t.

More than anything else, he just felt extremely calm and tranquil… like he could sit contentedly for hours on end and never need a thing from anyone.

His body also felt more like it did when he was a mortal, albeit nigh indestructible.

The chance of him getting angry and causing an extinction-level event was much smaller than before, but it still wasn’t at zero. He had to keep control of himself in mind. Or else he would accidentally pop these things off like Valerie’s bra anytime she came home.

“Hey… I need you to level with me.” Bekka suddenly said.

Abaddon looked up at her and smirked. “Are you done laughing at me already?”

“For the moment.” Bekka shrugged as she passed her hand through the glass case and picked up the two clay disks they’d been looming over.

“Do you feel like you need those bracelets because of Percival, or because you’re feeling guilty about-”

“It can be two things at once. But I’m fine now.” Abaddon answered just a hair too quickly for his words to be convincing in any way.

Bekka just stared at him without saying anything.

“…I just need to get this behind me, and I’ll be fine. Promise.” He kissed her cheek.

His words, while well-meaning, were an unintentional lie.

No man in creation can walk away from their mind or their identity. Abaddon was not an exception to that rule.

In his mind, he has come to view his anger as a character flaw. An impurity of the soul and heart that he, more than anyone else, must be above.

In doing so, he has unknowingly disqualified himself from operating as a functioning living being- immortal or otherwise.

Stuffing down one’s anger, whether you are a divine dragon or a mundane mortal, always results in rampant destruction afterward.

Right now, Bekka’s darling husband was turning himself into a giant scaly powder keg under the guise of giving himself control.

But she didn’t know that.

Bekka handed the disks to her husband and placed them in his palms.

Before she fully let them go, she stared into her husband’s eyes with a serious look.

“Remember… don’t let the things he says get to you. He’s just a rabid animal baring his teeth at at anything in his line of sight. Do not let him drag you down to his level.”

In times like this, Bekka’s maturity truly shone through. She was an exemplary woman, mother, and partner.

“Besides, we can kill him as many times as we want when we finally get our hands on him!” Bekka smiled innocently.

In that moment, Abaddon was pretty sure that Bekka had never been cuter.

He even began rubbing her face without knowing it.

Bekka, at first, smiled contentedly, but eventually her face twisted in confusion. “…Do you feel that..?”

“I told you that your face isn’t getting fat, my love .”

“N-Not that- well, thank you. But I mean use your senses.”

Abaddon did as she said.

Now that he was paying attention, he knew exactly what she meant.

Something was coming.

He could only surmise that the only reason why they hadn’t been noticed was because he and Bekka currently had blocked perception of themselves.

The lights within the display cases flickered uncontrollably.

Abaddon and Bekka heard the sound of heavy footsteps arriving up the stairs and saw two incredibly large humanoids marching into view.

Both were covered in that same accursed armor made from Behemoth and Ziz. The one taking up the rear was almost ready to burst out of his.

His blue skin bulged out of the spaces where his armor separated. His armor was also stained with a myriad of different foods and sauces. Some seemed fresh, but there was no telling how long the others had been there…

Despite being a demon, he had no horns. Only a pair of pointed elvish ears that seemed too small compared to the rest of his body.

His eyes were comprised entirely of glowing red bulbs that seemed to be scouring the area for the nearest food court.

The one beside him was far more well kept. He had a leaner, more powerful figure that could have easily led him to be mistaken for a god.

His skin had a slight gold tint. His long hair was an enviable platinum blonde.

Like his brother, his eyes were like glowing bulbs. The only difference being that his eyes were a purer white color with distinctive gold irises.

“Why are we the ones scrounging around for this scrap..? Huff, huff… all of this walking is causing me to chafe.”

The blue demon was sweating like a pig in a slaughterhouse. He removed a towel from his pocket to wipe his brow as he wheezed heavily.

The golden demon’s voice was more authoritarian and unwavering.

“It would serve you well to stop your sniveling. You haven’t bothered to leave your hovel in eons now, and complaining at the first task you’ve actually been given is certain to make the master quite upset. You wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened to our mother, would you?”

The blue demon blanched at the resurgence of a particularly vile memory.

He covered his mouth as the heapings of food in his stomach threatened to make a swift evacuation.

“I… N-No.”

“As I suspected. Now search properly.”

The demons combed through the museum floor with only a vague idea of what they were looking for.

While searching for the clay disks, the blue demon continued to grumble to himself while wandering from exhibit to exhibit.

“Unfair… wandering from place to place like some vagrant.. At least send me to look for those damned temples so I have a chance to sit down and while I eat something… im wasting away over here.”

Finally, the demon wandered over to a glass case at the very back of the exhibit.

There, he found a description for an item, but the display stand next to it was empty.

“Hey… What’s the chance that the humans took an item out for cleaning or something?”

The platinum-haired demon looked up with an annoyed look on his face. “Cleaning..? What are you-”

An explosion rocked the second floor of the museum, and the blue demon went flying through the second floor.

His brother glanced at the hole in the floor and then glanced up at the one floating above it.

His scowl deepened.

“… Have you no respect for the sanctity of these exhibits..?”

“Very little, I’m afraid.”

“Unfortunate. A destroyer is a destroyer, no matter the affiliation.” he shook his head.

A small smirk formed on Abaddon’s lips. “This is a bit disconcerting. You don’t look surprised to see me, Uncle.”

The demon sneered. “Were you expecting me to shiver with fear like a lowly goetia?”

Abaddon found himself chuckling. “No, no… you’re much too fat with pride to have that sort of reaction, aren’t you?”

“Hmph.”

Rumbling came from the first floor of the museum.

The blue demon lifted himself out of the rubble and groaned while holding onto his stomach.

Though not because he was in pain. All of the sudden movement had made him feel like he was about to vomit.

“Ugh… What the hell was…” he looked up and saw Abaddon suspended in the air above him, and his face went slack. “Shit…”

Abaddon showed him a toothy smile as he waved.

“Beelzebub. Where’ve you been hiding all this time? I’m dying to know.”

The sin of gluttony spat on the ground. “As if we would tell you that, redhead!”

The bands around Abaddon’s wrists began to heat up.

His smile became significantly wider as he resisted the urge to laugh.

“After the day I’ve had, you have no idea just how happy I am to hear you say that.”