First Demonic Dragon

Tension was suspended in the air as Mira waited for the strange man to drop his hood.

To be honest, she couldn't really care less about the actual identity of the one responsible. That was the kind of thing that she liked leaving to her parents.

But she could tell that the Sister beside her was in quite the state of suspense.

Unfortunately, the man seemed to have other plans.

"...Apologies, Princess. I shouldn't just make it that easy for you."

Instead of reaching to pull down his hood, the man reached inside of it. He grabbed hold of the darkness partially obscuring his face and flung it outward.

The darkness took shape on it's own. Becoming an army of dark creatures that quickly swarmed the area in less than a moment.

Ordinarily, no abyss creature would dare attack a named horror. Much less a child of Abaddon.

However, this strain of beasties were created directly under the stranger's own power. They were practically feral dogs.

And feral dogs do not exactly think about the consequences before they bite- they just bite.

It was pandemonium.

The Unongendi did not need to be called into battle.

They launched their counterattack as soon as it seemed like Mira was about to be threatened.

Fire, magic, and weaponry blanketed the battlefield.

Mira cared little for all of the destruction around her.

Her gaze was sweeping the battlefield for the culprit responsible for summoning these creatures in the first place.

He had conveniently disappeared, but somehow Mira could still feel him keeping his eyes on this scene.

'….!'

She braced her arms at the last second as a dark cloaked fist lashed out at her from within the air.

Even though she blocked, her feet still went skidding backwards from the residual force.

This was how she ended up isolated from the rest of the sisterhood.

Blood dripped to the ground between the two foes as they remained locked in a silent stalemate.

In such close proximity, Mira could naturally see the man's face that was previously obscured from view.

Even if she hadn't just put a new cut across his mug, she still wouldn't have recognized the man in front of her.

"Now tell me… Who the hell are you supposed to be?"

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Abaddon yawned to himself as he returned to his room around eight P.M.

Sanctioning Mira's mission wasn't the only bit of official business that he had to deal with today.

There were some appearances he had to make, a few documents he had to sign off on, and a couple dozen meetings he needed to listen in to.

The girls were with him for around half the day before he could feel them getting bored and sent them home.

But when he finally came home hours later, he noticed that almost no one was there.

In fact, now it was just Erica lying on the sofa with a face mask on and Bekka's bonnet on her head.

She seemed not to notice her husband enter the room as she read the sixth installment of Gabbrielle's third book series.

Abaddon snuck up on her quietly; his bare feat making no noise off the dark marble flooring.

He leaned over the back of the sofa and stared down at her in amusement.

"A good read?"

Erica screamed and slammed the binding of her book into his face.

She sat up so fast that her paper hydration mask nearly flew off and hit the wall.

"If you're content to slink about here like a ghost, then just tell me and I'll turn you into one!" She yelled.

"Scary."

Abaddon kissed her on the cheek and paused to lick the gell-like substance off his lips.

"Eucalyptus?"

"It's good for my skin." She shrugged. "It feels nice to give myself a bit of self care every now and then. You should try it."

Abaddon smirked. "I believe my brand of self care might look a little bit different from yours."

"As long as it doesn't involve you yelling at or destroying our television, I'll happily support anything you decide to invest your time in." Erica smiled.

"Oh..? I'm afraid your husband must hold you to that."

Erica yelped as Abaddon hurtled over the sofa to land on top of her.

Her soft, grey skin darkened into a blush as she watched him disrobe.

The golden light of his tattoos helped to illuminate the candlelit room, while his black skin seemed to want to swallow all light around them.

As his golden eyes ran over the exquisite curves on her body, Erica felt shy and awkward like she'd never been before.

"What are the chances of you waiting until I take my hair down and clean off my face..?"

"Extremely slim." He shrugged.

"Y-Your parents are supposed to bring Odessa back in around half an hour.."

"When have they ever voluntarily brought one of our children back to us on time?" Abaddon laughed.

He leaned down until his lips were mere inches away from hers and he could directly feel the warmth of her breath.

"You wound me, my wife. One could almost think that you didn't want to have another child with me."

Erica usually tried to avoid getting cornered by her husband like this.

Having him all to herself was nice ,sure, but it was also extremely bad for her heart and her pride.

Because as much as she prided herself on being unflappable, her husband was the only being whom she couldn't maintain her composure in front of.

"You make me feel… shy." She said quietly.

Abaddon unbuttoned her nightshirt slowly and allowed her breasts to spill free. "Is this your attempt at flattery..?"

"It's my commitment to marital honesty."

Abaddon smiled so widely that almost none of his teeth were hidden.

"I'll take that as a compliment then.. that I can still inspire butterflies in you despite how long we have been together."

Erica peeled her mask of her face and freed her hair from her bonnet.

As her crimson locks intertwined with his twin colored ones, she finally grew impatient and brought her lips to his first.

With the pair of them intertwined, the last of their restraints crumbled quicker than a house of cards.

The act, though gentle, was brimming with a never-ending passion befitting fire and conquest.

Erica's undergarments weren't removed, and instead were pulled to the side animalistically.

Abaddon pulled his own member free to find an instant relief. He guided himself inside of Erica's depths and the duo cried out in ecstasy.

Light suddenly poured into the room.

Erica's excitement burned so brightly that she calcified her very own flesh.

With her vessel destroyed, her essence was all that remained.

She was comprised of flame and her soul. Her moans were electric and more musical than a chorus of ten thousand phoenixes.

Abaddon broke into a sweat while he embraced her. Everywhere that she touched him, she imparted into his being the heat of her attraction to him.

It was a flame hot enough to burn anything it touched into nothing.

She burned him, but he wanted more. His skin sizzled, but she was still the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. It was all dangerously intoxicating.

Even he could not fully hold himself together despite his best efforts.

Everything in the room clattered and shook violently as two opposing amalgamations of energy clashed together.

The scene was almost incomprehensible to the mortal mind.

Swirling menageries of not just colors, but flashes of particular scenes throughout creation were visible in brief glimpses.

It all looked like one wild fever dream.

Throughout their sex, Erica's passionate moans and feverish screams could be heard loudly and clearly.

Instead of having her body toyed with, Erica was being overwhelmed at the very root of her being.

This was true intercourse. As fulfilling as it was beautiful. As dangerously intoxicating as it was necessary.

Even without a body, Abaddon felt his end drawing near.

He concentrated and searched deeply inside of himself; scouring the vast nothing of oblivion.

He found the one thing he was looking for and 'passed' it over to Erica.

The room rattled all over again as several books and photographs fell off the wall.

Their miraculous light show ended. Both of their bodies spontaneously returned to the room.

Abaddon and Erica were in the floor; breathing heavily and still covered in sweat.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She was already passed out with trace amounts of his seed still trying to leak out of her.

But one of her hands covered her stomach somewhat protectively as she slept.

Abaddon wanted so much more of this woman. Especially since he knew that he may not get to enjoy as much for the next couple of months or maybe weeks.

But rather than wake her to be selfish, he silently lay back and let his mind wander.

He thought he noticed something when he sorted through oblivion just now.

A soul that he would have expected to be there, wasn't.

He hadn't had his memories from the other timeline back for all that long, so maybe this wasn't actually a cause for alarm like he thought.

'Wherever you are, I should hope that you never appear in front of me again… Jaldabaoth.'