First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1029: Speaking Too Soon…

Eris put away the cap on her marker and stepped away from the whiteboard.

“Okay, I think that covers everything… No one else has anything they want to ask, right?”

Everyone more or less nodded.

Sighing in relief, Eris smiled.

“Okay, great.” She gestured towards the bright pink box a few feet away. “So then, we should probably get back to-”

“Ooh, ooh!” Bekka raised her hand.

Eris deflated a bit before telling herself that this was just the consequence of the choices she had made. “….Yes?”

“I love you!”

Relieved, Eris blushed slightly. “I…love you too.”

Before anyone else said anything else to embarrass her, Eris lowered the barrier’s obscurity.

The very first thing that everyone saw? The butts of the Twin Blasphemies pressed right up against the surface.

“Alright, Nug! Start pushing!”

“W-What are we supposed to wipe with after!?”

“We can’t worry about that right now, just push! Push for freedom!”

What unfolded before the eyes of the dragons was a display of cosmic horror that only someone like Bekka would have found funny.

“W-Would you bastards stop it!”

Lailah frantically shook the box like it was a child’s teething toy. The blasphemies hit the walls hard and let out twin cries of dismay.

“Why!?”

“We didn’t even do anything!”

Sighing, Abaddon stood up from the ground and walked over to the twins’ cage.

“Nice to see you, cousins… I’m glad to see neither of you has lost your spirits in this hellish realm.”

Yeb lifted herself off of her brother and pressed her face against the barrier.

“Listen here, Abominable.”

“Not my name.”

“Y-You better let us out of here if you know what’s good for you! Our mom is the biggest, baddest, scariest mama-jama this side of the abyss!”

“Yeah!” Nug echoed.

“You so much as blink at us, she’ll turn you inside out, gooch first!”

“Yeah!”

“But if you agree to let us out and be my boyfriend, we’ll tell her not to touch a hair on your pretty little head.”

“Yeah- Wait, what?”

Nug headbutted his sister in the back. “What the hell are you doing?? You’re supposed to be getting us out of here!”

“I saw an opportunity and I took it!”

“Fuck your opportunities, you’re not leaving me alone to go live the high life with that big bastard!”

“I’ll send letters!”

“You can’t write, you dumb cunt!”

“How dare you!”

It’s odd seeing two beings try to fight each other without hands or feet. And yet, Abaddon wished that he could say this was the strangest thing he had seen in his entire lifetime.

All of the wives shook the box at once with their powers. It seemed that they were more than a little bit annoyed by Yeb’s prior comments.

When they finally got done with them, the twins were liquified and staining every surface of their confinement.

Slowly, they pooled back together like slimes and lay on the floor while groaning.

“Let’s just get out of here before they start talking again.” Valerie stood up. “Please tell me you’ve gotten enough control of yourself to summon the gate back home.”

Abaddon nodded with a smile. “I think I can manage. Make sure the box is soundproof, we don’t want their mother popping up before we’re-”

He was the first one to feel it.

A power rippled through the realm in waves. The force of it wasn’t anything to write home about- it was no more powerful than a wave washing over one’s feet.

But it was what it promised that made things so jarring. And Abaddon was stunned into a horrified silence.

Nug and Yeb, who had since gotten their bearings about them, were trembling like beaten dogs.

The only one who didn’t understand why was Izanami.

She was just far too young to know.

“What is going on…? Why does everyone look like that?”

Eris wore an expression of dismay quite similar to that of her husband.

“There’s… something wrong. We should have had more time, but-”

“B-But what..?”

Abaddon finally pulled himself out of his stupor and sprouted wings to take to the sky.

“But he’s waking up. We need to contain him before he fucks things beyond all possible measure.”

– Dallas, Texas…

An older woman could be seen walking her dogs down a residential sidewalk.

She stopped to allow her corgi to pee comfortably on the neighbor’s lawn.

As she did so, she pulled out her phone to take a badly angled photo of herself to send to her grandchildren.

They would probably remark that she was being ’cringe’, but she would take it in stride and keep sending pictures.

After taking pictures, the old woman watched a familiar car roll into the neighborhood.

It pulled right into the house across the street from her, and a young man stepped out carrying a few bags of groceries.

“How you doing there, Steven? Sure is hot out, isn’t it?”

The one she had referred to as Steven was a young man who seemed naturally timid. He possessed a thin frame burdened by oversized black clothes.

He had messy, slightly unkempt black hair that covered one of his crystal blue eyes.

“Y-Yeah… real hot, Mrs. Everett.”

“Would’ve thought you would take that hood off and live a bit more comfortably at some point. I guess you kids today just prefer fashion over function, huh?”

“Ha-ha, yeah…”

Steven practically ran from his car to his house as quickly as possible. Ignoring all of the nice old woman’s requests to bring him by some bread pudding at a later time.

When Steven shut the door behind him, he took a deep breath to calm all of his aching nerves.

His hand trembled like a loose leaf in the wind. It took him several seconds of clenching and unclenching his fist to regain control of himself.

“Honey~ Is that you??” A voice called.

Just like that, Steven’s slightly panicked expression hardened into something much darker.

The young man moved past the front door and entered the living room where the television was already on.

A man was sprawled across the couch obnoxiously. He had a head full of oily black hair and a series of patchwork scars on his stomach.

“What’d you bring? Chicken? I hope it’s something with chicken.”

“Can you not act like this is a fucking Holiday Inn, you parasite? Get off my couch in your underwear…”

The man on the sofa ignored him and obnoxiously scratched his groin in response.

“Gee whilicers, I sure would like to. If only there weren’t something horribly inconveniencing me at the moment…” He pointed to the floor, where a series of circles had been drawn with sulfur.

“Insurance.” Steven dismissed.”There are usually safeguards against letting demons roam free but I figured something similar should apply to jailbroken trickster gods.”

Loki sighed and switched off the television.

“How many times do I have to tell you, kid? I’m not exactly the god you need to worry about.”

The young man paused as he went to put his groceries away.

“…I thought you said we were good here?”

“I said probably. I can think of no other reason why it would take him this long to find you. It’s a miracle Earth is even still inhabitable. No telling how long it will stay like this.”

“What do I care if everything dies? That’s why I’m doing all of this in the first place.”

“You’re operating under the assumption that death is the worst thing that can happen to you. Let me go ahead and assure you that it isn’t.”

At this, Steven seemed to lose a bit of his nerve.

Sensing an opening, Loki leaned over the couch and his twin colored eyes sparkled with worry.

“Look, I’m grateful that you got me out of that hellhole, I really am. But I didn’t sign up to be made an accessory to any of this madness.”

“You signed up to not be tortured. I came through. I’m only holding you here because I don’t know if you’ll go running off to save your own skin.”

“Listen to me, you little punk! Odin’s little dayspa will be nothing compared to what he will do to us when, not if he finds us! I’ll be going down right with you for my role in this and I assure you he will not be kind!”

“Funny how you didn’t deny the whole running off to save your skin part.”

Steven started walking away to put his bags away- intending to be through with the conversation.

“Everything will be done by tonight, so just stop your whining since you’ll be free so-”

The duo heard the kind of screeching noise that came from old tires.

Steven glanced out his window into his driveway.

Parked right behind his car was another one that he didn’t recognize. The plates indicated that it was a rental.

Steven started to run to the back to make preparations when the man inside of the car stepped out.

He nearly dropped everything he was carrying when he saw his father right in the middle of his driveway.

“H-Holy shit…”

“So is there chicken or no?” Loki called from the sofa. “If I’m going to be eternally tortured because of you, then I at least want some god damned drumsticks!”