First Demonic Dragon

Sometimes, Abaddon felt like more of a machine than a man.

He occasionally did things without really thinking in depth. Like he was on autopilot.

It wasn’t a very admirable trait of his. And he’d be the first to tell anyone who asked that he was looking to change it.

He still remembered the day that he discovered his pension for thoughtless actions. It was a few centuries after he returned from Earth.

The day he almost burned down heaven.

“YESH!!”

The doors to the creator god’s throne room were thrown open, and Abaddon came charging inside.

Yesh and Asherah were inside chatting beforehand, but their conversation ended abruptly at the sound of his voice.

“Abaddon..?”

“I need you to open the gate to Earth now. I have to go back.”

Unlike Asherah, who was slightly unaware of what had thrown Abaddon into such a fit, Yesh understood immediately.

‘Slow down for a moment, Abaddon. Let’s talk about this for a second and -‘

“Spare me your sanctimony in this moment, Yesh. Open up the gate, or I will tear it down myself.”

‘Abaddon.’ Yesh said with a gentle firmness. ‘I do not wish for you to do that.’

“Take your wishes and shove them up-“

“Abaddon!” Asherah interjected.

A rolling fire continued to boil in Abaddon’s stomach. His pupils were shaky, his breaths uneven.

He was sure he must’ve looked like a crazy person to most. Though that didn’t mean he cared. All that mattered was getting to Earth.

Yesh stood up from his throne and approached Abaddon without fear. It was almost like he didn’t notice that the dragon was a short distance away from feral.

‘Abaddon… I can’t let you go to Earth. This will not be the first time, nor the last that-‘

“Don’t give me that shit right now. You may be fine with leaving your believers to writhe around in their blood and shit, but I will not turn my back on those who need me. I made them a promise.”

‘Do you think that I sit here because I like it? Do you think I want them to treat each other like this?? I have already done all that I can. Continuing to get involved further only stagnates their growth; it does not fuel it.’

“FUCK THEIR GROWTH, YOU BASTARD! THEY WILL EAT THEM!”

For the first time in this lifetime, he lashed out at Yesh.

One hand wrapped around the old man’s throat and lifted him off his feet.

Asherah was horrified.

Abaddon didn’t see it, but the statues guarding the throne moved.

There had never been such a tense atmosphere in a room.

Yesh’s feet were dangling off the ground. As the seconds went by, Abaddon’s grip was not as strong as it initially was.

He realized the gravity of what he was doing, but it was too late to take it back. The moment was etched between them forever.

‘Abaddon. Look at me, son.’

Abaddon looked at Yesh, and for a moment, he saw his ‘real’ face. Though he didn’t know how to describe it.

The only thing he was painfully certain of was that the old man was crying. Maybe he always had been.

‘I ask you… for just one thing…’

–

‘What… Am I doing..?’

Abaddon wasn’t sure what made him snap into focus. Maybe it was the fact that he had left little else around him but destruction.

Dust and sand made the surrounding air murky. Inhaling filled one’s lungs with grit and reduced them into a coughing fit.

It choked even the light from the sky.

Abaddon looked down at his feet.

Wukong was on his knees, breathing heavily. The only thing holding him upright was the remnants of his broken staff and a desire not to fall flat on his face in front of Abaddon.

“Heh… Gotta give it to you, scale-boy.” Wukong huffed. “You certainly aren’t conquest for nothing.”

Words had never felt so hollow to Abaddon before.

Was that supposed to make him happy?

Was that what he had done this for? To prove a point? Assert dominance?

Since when was he such a shallow and egotistical man?

Wukong noticed the way Abaddon looked at him had changed severely since the conclusion of their battle.

When he saw that wide-eyed gaze filled with pity, he all but retched as his head continued to bleed.

“Oh, don’t give me that look… You did worse damage to my pride than anything. I can see your junk from this angle, you know..? Your poor wives…”

Abaddon looked down and realized that his skirt was now basically just a caveman’s loincloth—an unintentional consequence of battle.

At the same time, Wukong’s joke failed to land, his staff failed to keep him upright as well.

His body tipped over, and his consciousness finally petered out.

Had Abaddon not caught him, he would have hit the ground face-first.

Abaddon didn’t say anything when Buddha appeared beside him suddenly. Conversely, Buddha didn’t seem to be in that big a rush to speak either.

Rather, the god watched silently as a haze of golden mist exuded out of the pores on Abaddon’s body.

Wukong’s breathing stabilized in seconds as his body stitched itself back together. After a minute, he just looked like he was having a really great nap.

The introduction of aether in the air was transformative. The dust and lingering blood mist were instantly purified.

Soil regained it’s nutrients. Grass regrew underneath his feet.

With a thought, Buddha erected the mountains that had been turned to rubble and restored the wildlife that had conveniently fled during the battle.

Light returned to the once ravaged land. At a glance, it was hard to tell there had ever been any destruction here at all.

Abaddon stared at the scene without turning back. It was hard to tell if it comforted or disturbed him.

But Buddha had faith in the process.

“…Where are my children…?”

“Your wife came by to collect them some time ago. Two weeks for you, a few hours for her.” Buddha answered.

He expected Abaddon to have more questions or even show a degree of surprise, but he got nothing like that. Abaddon didn’t even nod or look back.

Instead, after hearing about the well-being of his children, he stared off into the distance.

And then he just… started walking.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t seem to be focused on a particular direction either.

He just started walking by himself. And Buddha was content to let him do so.

Abaddon walked without a real focus on distance or time.

As he kept to himself, he wondered why the day was dredging up all of these unsavory memories.

No, that was a half-truth. He knew exactly why.

Because, similar to back then, he had felt so out of control that he had done something he’d regretted.

Only this time, one could say his justifications were shockingly lower.

Abaddon was not a stranger to a spar. He had friends who enjoyed it. His father, too. As well as his wife.

Even if they were fighting each other, there was always a mutual respect and care for the other person when doing so. It was a fun exercise. A teachable moment.

But this felt entirely different. He had burned through six of Wukong’s seven immortal lives and killed enough clones to fill twenty planets.

He might not’ve had much love for the monkey, but he didn’t loathe him enough to want to hurt him like this.

It was an overreaction. When Abaddon lost himself to the fight, all of the anger and frustration that he had been keeping inside since the earth had all come spilling out.

Wukong probably wouldn’t care. In his eyes, they would’ve just been men doing what men do. He would see it as a harmless little episode.

And perhaps it was. This time, anyway.

But it was precisely because Abaddon understood the dangerous implications of this type of behavior that he was not so lackadaisical about this.

Abaddon stumbled onto a crystal blue spring.

Walls of water trickled down from a roaring waterfall overhead and created a beautiful scene.

This was also the first time that Abaddon saw his body’s reflection in the mirror.

He had… certainly looked better.

One of his horns was cracked ,and his skin and hair were caked with dust and blood. Some his, and some not.

Abaddon regrew his horn as he ripped away the last of the fabric covering his decency.

He waded into the depths of the water until he was up to his waist. Closing his eyes, he dunked his body below the surface of the water and let the chill envelop him.

He saw the dirt rinse off him and muddy the color of the water. He closed his eyes so that he didn’t have to look at it.

Abaddon didn’t open his eyes again until he felt something disturb the water that wasn’t him.

He lifted his body out of the water and glanced behind him. A brief ray of sunlight shone through the darkness.

Lisa slowly removed the straps on her dress and let her clothes fall into the grass.

She stepped into the water with her husband. Her eyes met his, and she felt her heart turn in her chest.

“Come to save me again..?” Abaddon smiled wryly.

To his slight surprise, Lisa shook her head.

She sat next to him in the water and gently took hold of his hand.

“Of course not, honey. I’m just going to be here with you while you figure out how to save yourself.”

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