First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1190

Capítulo 1190: What I Deserve

Abaddon looked down at his hands.

The first thing he noticed was that they weren’t his usual calloused, clawed digits.

Instead, they were his larger, scalier claws that looked capable of rending time and space

His vision split as his multiple heads focused their gazes. The unfamiliar man seemed even more stunned to see Abaddon in his natural form than he was when he first arrived.

Internally, Abaddon felt anxious.

He knew with a look that this being could see through him to some degree. But judging by the shocked look on his face, he was having some degree of trouble processing it.

“Of all the impropriety… to give yourself a mortal body of all things is… I don’t even know where to begin!”

‘Oh…. so he can’t tell everything.’ Abaddon felt slightly relieved.

“I knew something was wrong when I saw you last! You do not laugh!”

Abaddon looked down at his hands again.

Musical notes appeared over his scaly claws and danced around, filling his ears with music only he could hear.

Next, the musical notes transformed into miniature soaring dragons.

“…What are you doing?”

Abaddon didn’t lift his head from his hands and continued to admire his work. “Practicing, I suppose. I spend so much time manipulating the fabric of reality that you would think I was proficient in it. But in truth, it requires a delicate touch I am still working to acquire. My wives are far better at it than I.”

Eternity thought that he was immune to surprise due to everything that he already knew. It took little time before he was proven wrong.

“Your… what? You are cohabitating!?”

“…I suppose you could call it that. Bit outdated though if you ask me…”

Eternity brought a hand to his head. “This is ludicrous. Unthinkable. How long have you needed a reset?”

Abaddon was slowly coming to realize that he felt differently in this place. The boundary between himself and Oblivion was eroding.

He was speaking in a language he barely knew with such fluidity that even he was surprised.

Speaking to Eternity didn’t feel daunting anymore. Just slightly annoying.

“A reset…?” Abaddon played with the word in his mouth like it was a term he was almost wholly unfamiliar with.

The dragons in his hands slowly rose up and circled him, their colors a beautiful menagerie that even Eternity found eye-catching.

“I don’t require a reset because nothing is wrong with me. I simply wanted a life.”

“You don’t get to just-”

“Why not?” Abaddon looked up.

His heads surrounded Eternity’s small frame and stared into him intensely.

“You have no idea what it was like. The rest of you got to see things, experience the light, and entertain yourselves. I was born into nothing. I inherited nothing. And for so long that was my only comfort.

But I should be allowed to grow past the boundaries of who I once was. I should be allowed to want something for myself other than to sit out and mindlessly carry out a duty that was thrust upon me.”

“You are exhibiting all of the signs of why we forged the pact in the first place. When want seeps into our hearts, we become irresponsible and unreliable!”

“You’ve all truly let yourselves give in to the drivel. Honestly, it’s baffling. We who are the wellspring for all that will ever exist and die, lack a basic understanding of the concept of juggling duties and responsibilities.”

“You know we’ve tried. It doesn’t work. Chaos is living proof that-”

“I am not Chaos. I’m insulted you would insinuate otherwise.”

“Then explain why you stole a fragment of my power from me. How do you justify such an action if you are the paragon of self-control that you claim to be?”

Abaddon faltered. “That… was an accident.”

“Oh, spare me..”

“I speak the truth. I have no wish to have any piece of you stuck to me and as of right now it is causing some rather adverse effects on my health, so I’d truly like it gone.”

Eternity stared at Abaddon as if he was Totality’s sole enigma.

After all of this time, he thought that he had pretty decent understanding of the other egoless and their habits. But Oblivion was proving to be truly hard to see through.

With no reset, his personality was shining through better. He no longer seemed contemptible just for the sake of it, nor did he seem to want to murder them secretly.

He had even gone out of his way to…

“…Your cohabitation partners. How many did you obtain..?”

Abaddon pretended that the question didn’t make him tense. Ayaana and Zahaara were the very last things that he wanted to talk about.

He could afford for his cover to be blown. He could not say the same if something were to happen to them.

“… More than most.” He finally said.

“It is baffling.” Was all Eternity managed to say.

“What?”

“You, who spend all of your time in your realm and refuse any modicum of camaraderie from us, voluntarily went out on your own to seek courtship.”

“I did not seek them… in life, they found me.” A soft, fond light appeared in Abaddon’s eyes before he remembered this wasn’t the time to be sentimental. “Also, I don’t particularly like any of you… Though some are preferable over others.”

His jaw slack and cheeks slightly red, Eternity slowly began to point at himself.

“No, absolutely not. I can’t stand you, I wish you had never acquired sentience.”

Eternity put his hand down, and his face went back to normal. “I’m not even sure what I’ve done to deserve such vitriol from you, Oblivion.”

“Amuse yourself by making guesses for the rest of Totality. For now, I with you to take back this accursed shard of immortality and send me back to the women I love.”

At that, Eternity smiled evilly. Abaddon realized that he might have stepped too deeply into his role of Oblivion.

“…No.. I don’t believe I will.”

“Excuse me?”

“Consider it a final.. ah, what was the term… a ‘fuck you’.”

Abaddon didn’t even get the chance to complain before he was thrown out of Eternity’s realm with extreme prejudice.

– 2 Days Later…

‘Dad… dad.’

Abaddon opened his eyes to find Odie gently shaking him awake.

They were at school, in his classroom. Abaddon had unconsciously leaned back in his chair for too long and ended up dozing off.

Eternity’s way of thumbing his nose at him was certainly working. It was getting harder and harder for Abaddon to keep his eyes open during the day now.

For a being who was an eternal, funding wellspring of energy, this was more than a little infuriating to live with.

‘…You don’t look so good.’ Odie worried.

Abaddon smiled weakly. “Wow. First time I’ve ever heard something like that.”

Odessa rolled her eyes. Her father’s objective handsomeness was a curse on her life that made it difficult for her to make friends or have a normal relationship with her teachers.

All of her friends developed crushes on him. All of her female teachers were exuberantly nice to her as if she was holding tryouts for her first step-mom.

“No need for you to make such a sour face.” Abaddon rubbed her cheek. “I’m quite fine, don’t worry. Want to sit?”

Abaddon pulled out the spare seat he kept beside his desk for when Odessa came.

She sat in it as if it were her own personal throne and began rustling through her bookbag.

‘I’m going to watch you until lunch is over. If you don’t look any better than I’m calling mom.’ Odie said firmly.

‘How odd of you to assume she isn’t already watching…’ Abaddon thought.

No matter how sick he may have gotten, there was no way he would ever mistake the ever-watchful gaze of Lailah from afar.

“Fine, fine, I understand…”

Odie pulled out her notebook and opened it to the homework she’d received from her first three periods.

Her father expected her to start doing it right away, but was surprised to find her staring at him instead.

“…What?”

‘It’s lunch time.’

“Uh-huh.”

‘Do the thing!’ Odie asked cutely.

“Why couldn’t you just go get something from the lunch room?”

Odessa was not a stuck-up child, but she did have boundaries. She looked at her father as if she found the idea of putting something in her mouth from the Alabama public school system to be completely horrendous.

…He thought it was a very fair reaction to have, if he were honest.

‘I wonder if I should start making donations to the school so the kids can have better lunches and my daughter will stop treating me like Uber Eats…’ As Abaddon pondered this, he waved his hand over the desk and created a white paper bag depicting a girl eating chicken salad.

Odessa let out a happy squeal. ‘How’d you know!?’

“You ask for the same four things every other day. I played the guessing game.” He rolled his eyes.

Odessa went to snacking happily while she started on her homework.

Now that he was awake, Abaddon realized that he probably had his own grading he could’ve been doing, but that task often depressed him.

He looked towards the stack of essays on his desk and casually read the first line of the one on top.

George Washington was really, really, really, really…

Abaddon let out a groan and placed his head in his hands. He knew he shoudln’t have looked.

‘Old George must be rolling around in his grave right now…’ Abaddon started to go back to sleep.

“My god… What is this place!?”