First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 390 A Fitting Stage : Meeting

The day had arrived in the blink of an eye.

Over two billion men and women had been preparing meticulously and without rest for nine whole days, determined to make the most out of their new bodies and powers.

Right now, all two billion soldiers were clad in armor made from the body of the god that they so fervently worshipped. 

The man in question was standing at the head of his army, overlooking them silently and with a fond eye. 

For the past five minutes, Asmodeus and Erica had been giving a rather rousing speech to the men, and the reactions from the crowd were extremely positive and energetic. 

Abaddon would have given a speech himself, but today these men would be fighting for these two of them instead of him, so it was better that they were the ones to do this. 

'This whole not allowed to participate thing may not have been as bad as I thought. It has at the very least absolved me from making speeches.' he thought happily. 

At his side, his lovely wife Lisa gave him a charming yet all knowing smile.

'I would know that look of yours anywhere. Were you just thinking about how grateful you are that you don't have to speak publicly?'

'....' Abaddon looked everywhere he could that didn't have Lisa standing in it, determined not to allow her to see through him so easily. 

As she smiled proudly, Eris pulled out a small pocket watch and checked the time before giving her husband a small nudge in the side. 

'It's about time, no?' 

'...Indeed it is.' 

Abaddon closed his eyes and focused on his control over the entire realm of Sheol. 

Lifting the barrier that prevents outside forces from interfering in this world, he waited for the inevitable sign that she accepted his 'invitation'.

That moment came only a few seconds later, when he and his family started to glow brightly and they disappeared from the open fields of Sheol. 

-

When Abaddon blinked his eyes, he was standing around in a private viewing room that was not dissimilar to the one reserved for him at the colosseum.

But there was one enormous problem.

Well… really two.

He and his entire family were sitting on a huge sectional sofa, directly across from the archangel Samyaza and a brown haired woman with green eyes.

But for right now, Abaddon did not care about something as trivial as their appearance.

He had bigger and more dastardly problems to deal with.

"What the fuck am I wearing?!"

Looking down, Abaddon had on a white button down shirt and freshly pressed dress pants with leather wing tipped shoes.

His wives, daughters, sisters, and mother had on ball gowns of varying colors, and small assortments of jewelry.

Meanwhile he, Apophis, and even baby Belloc were all dressed in exactly the same dastardly garb.

"Father… what is this torture?" Belloc asked uncomfortably.

Even being smothered between Valerie's massive chest didn't make him feel this suffocated.

"I hate this… I have never hated anything in my life so much!" Apophis said hollowly.

Abaddon immediately stood up and began to fix himself.

He untucked his shirt before unbuttoning it completely and taking off his leather shoes and hurling them across the large room.

"Better… Much better." He said calmly.

Following their father's example, Apophis and Belloc immediately began to fix their outfits as well.

Because the youngest had literally never worn shoes in his entire life, Lailah ended up having to help him take them off, and the relief that flooded his cute face afterward made it more than worth it.

'Like father, like sons.' Everyone thought at once.

With the issue of his wardrobe no longer plaguing him, Abaddon finally had to deal with the other issue in the room.

" I find that the assumption that dragons are a barbaric race seems more fitting than those who think of you as divine beasts."

Abaddon's red eyes became empty and lifeless as he dragged them across the body of Samyaza and his wife.

Despite his demeanor, his words seemed to be the opposite of how he appeared.

"Ah… How glad I am that 10,000 years have done nothing to alter your personality."

Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, Samyaza wore a delicate white suit that he had of course left unaltered.

He maintained his usual demeanor of a kind angelic smile paired with unfriendly words.

"And why is that, beast?"

"You would have cheapened this victory if you were suddenly a mellow and pleasant man.

The satisfaction that comes when an arrogant and useless being like you meets a power that you cannot overcome is one of the reasons why I get out of bed in the morning."

"By the end of this wager you will wish that you died in your sleep."

At that comment, Abaddon smiled strangely as his teeth sharpened to dangerous points.

"That's the funny thing about death… It never seems to hold me like it does others."

"That's enough." A woman suddenly said.

The woman beside Samyaza wore a dress of matching pure white colors with no sleeves and her hair tied up in a French braid.

Normally, a human should have been soil in the ground after 10,000 years, but in an effort to stay at Samyaza's side this woman had focused all of her liesure time into evolving, and now she was sitting firmly at the sixth stage of evolution.

She was no longer quite the meek and easily frightened woman from before.

Being queen to a race like the nephilim has a way of changing a person in that regard.

"I find it quite rude of you to talk to my husband this way while I am sitting here. No matter your background, manners are still-"

A spear of solidified water sailed through the air and made a beeline directly for the forehead of the human woman.

The archangel hurriedly plucked the projectile out of the air and glared at the woman responsible for it's firing.

Tatiana had her hand outstretched and an oddly serious look on her face that no one had ever seen on her before.

The red tattoo that traveled along her thigh had spread across her body; decorating her arms, exposed chest and even the areas under her glowing eyes.

"My darling was talking… So why does something like you feel the need to interrupt him?"

Thea / Apophis / Gabbrielle / Mira : 'She's been fully indoctrinated.'

The Wives : 'We've done well. Our youngest is such a fitting part of us.'

Nita / Rita : 'What has happened to our sweet sister?'

Belloc : 'I think my feet are still sore from those accursed shoes...'

Samyaza easily snapped the arrow in his grasp as he looked down at Tatiana with unkind eyes and a 'friendly' smile.

"Let's not play with things like this, okay…? Someone might get… hurt, if we aren't carefu-"

Abaddon appeared in front of Samyaza and his wife before they could even see him move.

"Finish those words, pigeon. I dare you."

"Now now, dragon, let's not forget about the stipulations for our bargain!"

"Fuck the stipulations. If you place those eyes on any of my wives again then not even the loss of all of my powers will prevent me from killing you."

"Feeling that confident, are we? Strike first then and give this bravado of yours some merit."

"A pity. Alive for over 10,000 years and you never learned how to cherish the breath in your lungs. So it falls on me to take it!"

"I see I've made a mistake."

Abaddon and Samyaza temporarily forgot about their squabble as a familiar soft voice spoke within the room.

Turning around, they both found a familiar blue veiled goddess with her hands clasped together and a sort of disapproving air about her.

"I was hoping that the time of exchanging pleasantries would bear more respectable exchanges than this."

""You were wrong.""

"Yes, I can see that." Asherah muttered with a sigh.

The goddess snapped her fingers and the two men were immediately separated and placed back on opposite ends of the room.

Abaddon frowned deeply as he reappeared directly between Lailah and Audrina without even being able to see what had happened.

He thought himself powerful ever since his ascension, so much so that he believed there was very little that could go against him.

And yet he had been dragged around noy once but twice today without even being able to see how or muster any sort of resistance.

It reaffirmed that he was not yet done growing.

He found it sort of exciting, yet frustrating all the same.

Asherah stood in the center of the room and held out her hands to both sides.

"This wager between the transcendent dragons and the accursed nephilim is about to begin. Are both faction leaders prepared to honor the results of this contest?"

"I am."

"Indeed."

Asherah clasped her hands together a single time as if she were symbolizing the binding contract between the two.

"Then the wager will now begin. I wish the both of your armies success in battle."

Her honest sentiments given, Asherah snapped her fingers before she disappeared.

Glancing out of the large window within the room, everyone could see a battlefield unlike any that they had ever seen, and two enormous portals that were opening up on opposing sides.

The first to spill out were an army of giants with pale muscular bodies and horns like tree trunks growing from atop their heads.