First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1166: Fruits of Love and Labor

The trio came into the house giggling at the early hours of the next morning.

They were wound together in an inseparable bunch as they stepped through the front door.

Abaddon kept his hands settled around his wives’ beautiful waists while they placed their interwoven fingers over his chest.

It was as if they were all experiencing a sense of first-date bliss once again.

Their jokes were cheesy, their flirtation was constant, and their touches were less than PG.

In other words, they were completely insufferable for everyone else to be around.

“Poohbear, stop itt.. we don’t want to wake everyone in the house up.”

“I don’t see why not. The sound of your voice is the most splendid song imaginable.”

“Oh, you! Hee-hee!”

“I love to see my loves so happy. It makes my heart feel like it’s filled with sunshine!”

The three of them aimlessly wandered into the house with their only focus being on each other.

They never even noticed the various sets of eyes that were staring at them from the living room sofa.

They did, however, notice the sound of Satan’s obnoxious chewing.

He waved his granola bar over all of them disapprovingly.

“Actual gay porn is less gay than this.”

The married trio was understandably not amused.

“Oh great, they’re in love again. Better break out the plastic wrap and make sure it covers everything they can fit their bodies on.” Adeline sighed from the sofa.

Abaddon noticed the deep, dark bags underneath his daughter-in-law’s eyes that were shared by Nubia and even Zheng.

“We were only gone for one night, why do you look like you’ve been up for a year straight?”

Nubia smiled at her father bitterly as she held up the bundle in her arms.

“Yggy was a little… less than cooperative with bedtime. We thought we had her down a few times, but then she just started… I honestly can’t even tell you what she was doing.”

“We thought about using magic to put her to sleep, but… the binder said not to do that.” Zheng looked like he still wanted to try it.

“Because she needs to learn to sleep on her own. It’s the same as a human child ingesting too much melatonin.”

Abaddon sighed as he went toward the sofa and kneeled in front of his daughter.

Nubia held out Yggdrasil as if she were hoping that he would take her, but Abaddon did no such thing.

Instead, he ran his thumb over her forehead gently.

“She’s not a dragon, so you can’t expect her to want to sleep like one. She’s young, but she still has a tremendous amount of energy and curiosity. For right now, she’s only interested in learning what sounds she can make with her mouth and figuring out which ones make her parents show up.”

Yggdrasil validated his hypothesis by letting loose a string of babbles and even making spitting noises.

Abaddon held out the tip of his claw and a cubed device appeared.

Upon looking at it, Yggdrasil immediately let out a coo of approval and tried to touch it.

Once her finger connected with the smooth surface, the cube split apart into dozens of floating pieces with a wondrous glow.

Yggdrasil made a happy sound as she began trying to grab them out of the air.

“Let her play with this for around an hour before bed. It should give her something to focus her energy on and help tire her out.”

Nubia smiled helplessly. “Any chance you’ve got anything for us?”

“Other than coffee? Just prayers.”

Abaddon kissed Nubia and his grandchild on top of the head before standing up again.

He had only barely gotten to his feet when Zahara suddenly leapt into his arms with glowing hearts in her eyes.

“You’re so good with babies…! …H-Hey, we don’t have to be done, right? One or two more might be okay, don’t you think? Oh, we could even adopt and-”

“”No!””

Everyone looked towards Mira and Courtney who were at the top of the staircase. The look of horror shared amongst them was practically identical.

“The house has enough people in it already, and I’m tired of learning my siblings’ favorite colors!”

“I like being the only adopted kid, everyone gives me the most presents at Christmas!”

Abaddon ignored them both as he pressed his forehead against Zahara’s.

“Well… I could certainly be talked into the idea.”

“”No!””

Ayaana wrapped her arms around both of their necks.

“You know, this seems like just the sort of debate we should be having from the comfort of our hot tub… do you care to join me?”

“”No!!””

“That depends…” Zahara bit her lip. “Will you be wearing a bathing suit..?”

Smiling coquettishly, Ayaana leaned forward and brought her lips next to her wife’s ear. “Oh, honey. Of course not.”

Courtney and Mira gagged aggressively as they resisted the urge to throw up on the staircase.

“””Oh, hush!””” Their parents finally yelled back.

“”Stop traumatizing us!!””

“””You should be happy we love each other!!”””

“”Do it quietly for once!””

“””We’re the adults here!”””

“”So are we!!””

This small shouting match ended up attracting the attention of one very groggy Bashenga.

“Why are you incorrigible rodents yelling before the sun has even risen in the sky..?”

Mira rushed to grab her brother by the collar of his nightshirt.

“It’s bad, edgy bro-bro! It’s really bad!”

“I resent that nickname.”

“Mom and dad came home from their date night or whatever, and they’re being all gross and loving and stuff, and they’re even talking about having another baby!”

Bashenga’s eyes darkened.

“I see. This is truly a disastrous scenario.”

“Thank you!”

The parents no longer knew if they should be offended or just plain concerned as to why all of their children were so against the idea.

“Would you stop acting like we have so many children! Your aunt Nyx literally has hundreds!” Zahara reminded.

“And we’d like it if you would not try to compete with her so please keep your fallopian tubes tied closed and your conversations of intimacy limited to when you are alone, the house is empty, and it is nighttime.”

All three of Bashenga’s parents narrowed their eyes at him, but the boy remained obstinate in front of their glares.

Ayaana let out a huff as she began pulling her husband and wife by the arms. “Come on, my darlings. Let’s go find somewhere we can enjoy each other without the comments of the ungrateful children we gave life to.”

Abaddon and Zahara could hardly think of a better use of their time.

They started to follow in her footsteps when Bashenga suddenly called out to them again.

“I wouldn’t go too far if I were you. Did you think I was awake at this ungodly hour because I wanted to be?”

Ayaana slowly turned around and stared at her son with a serious gaze. “They’ve found something.”

“And are returning with it as we speak. But by all means, feel free to scamper off and rub your ancient bodies together until a fire starts. I am sure it will not take long.”

Ayaana showed her son a smile that was not a smile. He realized far too late that he had decided to poke the wrong bear.

“Girls, your brother and Gaia slept together yesterday. They’re officially married.”

Courtney and Mira let out twin gasps.

In unison, they each punched Bashenga in one of his shoulders.

“You bastard, congratulations!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Bashenga didn’t actually get an opportunity to answer them. The girls became excitable babbling messes as they offered him congratulations on evolving from a broody little piece of shit to a married man.

Even Nubia passed her child to her husband so that she could run and congratulate her younger brother.

They hugged and jostled him with far more physical affection than what he was comfortable with. Bashenga could do nothing but stare at his mother with an accusatory look.

You did this to me. His eyes seemed to say.

Ayaana blew her son a kiss in response.

As the girls got more and more attached to the idea of planning an official wedding, Abaddon turned his head to the ceiling rather abruptly.

A dark smog began mysteriously seeping through the walls of the house.

It gradually fell to an empty space in the middle of the living room and gradually began to take multiple different shapes.

“…I should get my own place. There’s always some creepy shit happening around you lot.” Satan bit his granola bar aggressively.

His words caused Zahara to stare at him incredulously. “You are a literal demon from hell-”

Abaddon quickly covered her mouth. “Shh, honey, if he wants to leave don’t say anything or he might change his mind..!”

Zahara thought about it for a moment before nodding in understanding. She and her husband exchanged a small fist bump.

“…Fuck you both-”

As Satan prepared to tell them both off, the entire living room was suddenly bathed in a green glow, and a demented scream came from the prisoner impaled on the floor.