First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1183: My Little Author

Shin had only just started his started to move the afflicted gods to their own chambers when Abaddon suddenly returned.

The old man raised his brow at the sight of Abaddon returning with a cute child on top of his shoulders.

“Fiona told me you were down for the count for the rest of the day…”

“That’s a bit of an over exaggeration-” Abaddon began.

“It is not. He is still quite unwell. We should not even be here. I am supervising because he cannot be trusted.” Gabbrielle said matter-of-factly.

Shin slowly moved his gaze from Gabbrielle back to Abaddon.

The dragon smiled nervously. “…She’s just joking-”

“I have quite literally never been more serious about anything in my entire life. He should be in bed, unconscious, and recovering, but instead, he is here, darkening the halls with his sickly form and trying to help people who will still not show him the proper gratitude afterward, and-”

Abaddon created a bookout of thin air and handed it to Gabbrielle.

Her angsty, agitated eyes seemed to show a level of intrigue as she recognized the title of a human pornographic book.

However, Gabbrielle held firm to her principles.

“Did you think that would dissuade me from voicing the truth-”

“There’s a scene inside where a man inserts a gun into a woman and uses it to… You know.”

“…”

“…”

“…I’m still against all of this.” Gabbrielle took the book.

Most parents utilize toys or sugar to keep their children occupied. Abaddon resigned himself to giving his daughter pornography to study.

Whatever worked…

Gabbrielle placed the book on top of her father’s head and began reading, no longer intending to make so much as a peek.

“As I was saying… I’m fine.” Abaddon lied. “Now, can you bring some of the gods back in here so I can help them?”

Shin was stunned into silence. He had never seen someone give their child pornography before.

Granted, Gabbrielle was not exactly a ’child’ so much as she assumed a childish form, but that didn’t make the visual any easier to swallow.

“…You’re a bad parent.”

“The fuck!?”

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Abaddon gradually realized that repairing the minds of minor gods was much easier than their more powerful counterparts.

He was able to repair Asclepius’ mind with relative ease. The bearded god ran his hand over the thick fields of his brown hair while making a stunned look.

“An ailment even I could not repair…” The god gradually shifted his awestruck gaze to Abaddon. “And yet you were able to repair me as if it were the most mundane of tasks… I am in awe of your family, yet again.”

Abaddon smiled bashfully. “Ah… no need for any of that. I only did as I should.”

“Your honesty is refreshing, but unfounded. Tell me, what is the name of this ailment? Should I prepare for another wave to trouble us at some point? Need I involve Hecate in creating a salve or potion that could…”

Abaddon smiled politely as he looked for a moment to beg Asclepius to stop holding up the line and scamper off back to Olympus.

Some gods held his family in more reverence than others. Either for himself or one of the others.

Asclepius was one of those gods. He was enamored by Lailah’s vast propensity for medical knowledge and sciences. Her genius was the subject of immense veneration.

“If I may repay you, please, you need only say the word.” The god placed a hand over his breast and lowered his head.

’You can move.’ Abaddon thought. The effort required not to voice his thoughts was immense.

The dragon started to tell him that he was only fixing his own mistake when, suddenly, he looked at Aclepius in an entirely different manner.

It dawned on him just what he was looking at. A sun child. The son of Apollo.

Abaddon suddenly clasped Asclepius on the shoulder. The medicinal god was alarmed at the sheer force applied to his shoulder. His collarbone groaned underneath the strength.

“Tell your father… if he comes near my daughter ever again, it will be the last thing he ever does.” Abaddon said in a hushed breath. Past his full lips, his teeth were sharpened to a very serious point.

Asclepius trembled as he looked up from Abaddon’s face towards the child reading a book on top of his head.

He knew his father liked young partners, but this was just too far!

“You have my word, great lord. I will petition my aunt to make sure that he is severely disciplined.”

Abaddon smiled earnestly. No matter how beautiful he may have been, the sight of his teeth made the image all the more haunting.

“You were always very astute, Asclepius. Your attention to this matter is appreciated.”

Asclepius was over the moon. The only thing that could have made this moment any better was if Lailah were the one to give him praise.

The god scamepered away, out of the room, eager to return to Olympus and see his father take the beating of a lifetime.

Abaddon turned his head to face the next god, but stiffened when he saw who it was.

He had avoided her long enough, but he could no longer ignore Demeter. Her eyes were hazy, and she did not yet realize exactly who she was looking at.

Abaddon was going to help her quickly and move on. Not make conversation, or even check on her well-being. The last thing he wanted was to make things more difficult for her or his wives.

The memory of Ayaana’s feelings rushed to the forefront of his mind.

But just before he could start, Abaddon felt a lump in his throat. It was an awkward feeling.

He let out a slight cough, and a white stream left his lips.

A beautiful white snake curled out of his mouth and wrapped around his neck.

In a flash of light, Lailah appeared with her legs around Abaddon’s waist and her arms interlocked around his neck.

Abaddon had his breath taken away every time she showed up, but this time was particularly damning.

He didn’t even care that he was probably in deep shit.

“Hi, mother.” Gabbrielle finally looked up from her book to give Lailah her version of a joyous smile.

Lailah briefly looked away from Abaddon and smiled at their daughter fondly.

“Hello, my sweet. Playing babysitter, are we?”

“It is a difficult task, but one that must be done.” Gabbrielle nodded grimly.

Abaddon couldn’t believe her. She had been reading ghost porn for the last thirty minutes!

“Luckily, you can leave your task to me for now. I’ll watch your father for a bit.”

“…Okay.”

Gabbrielle recognized that this was her mother’s way of asking to be alone with her father for a moment. To talk about whatever a man and a woman talk about when one of them is unnaturally selfless, while the other only cares about those who live in their house.

She closed her book and tucked it under her shoulder before floating off of her father like a fairy.

Instead of immediately going home, Gabbrielle drifted through the ship with impunity.

She had seen many spaceships. An infinite amount, if you can believe it.

But this was her first time actually being inside of one. Perhaps that was the reason why she felt a bit of sightseeing was in order. And off the back of her pornographic study session, she was feeling rather inspired.

’Ghosts in space…? Perhaps, perhaps… I should start designing characters…’ Gabbrielle nodded resolutely, her ideas flowing through her mind like a steady stream. ’I wonder if I should make this one more modest…’

Her very next thought immediately contradicted the one prior.

’Dark dragon and dark elf futanari astronauts who delve into the world of BDSM and exhibitionism… We can open with intercourse orbiting a star, and-”

Gabbrielle had been phasing through walls nonchalantly while she brainstormed, but soon came to a stop when she reached a very large cargo hold.

Inside, there was nothing but strigori.

The watchers were hunched over, holding their heads while floating in place.

They didn’t look like they were in pain. Rather, it looked like they were powered down.

Gabbrielle slowly floated toward the ground.

The sound of her heels clicking off the cold, metal floor was only loud enough to get the attention of one watcher.

It’s bones popped when it moved. Gabbrielle could only assume that I must have been stuck in its position for quite some time.’

It’s six, glowing blue eyes stared at Gabbrielle with a heartbreaking amount of dejection. This was the first time that it ever occurred to her that watchers could retain their emotions from their past lives.

“What…. do… we… watch…?”

Gabbrielle almost dropped her book.

Generally, watchers lose almost everything about their old selves when they are turned.

They don’t really speak, and they don’t act on their own much either.

However, this one must have only been turned recently. Because she could still hear a distinct voice that belonged to a human male.

A voice that she had heard before.

She scratched her head in vain, trying to remember the name of the watcher in front of her before he became this ghostly apparition.

And then it hit her.

It was the very same voice as the boy who had kidnapped her oldest sister.