First Demonic Dragon

Of course, nothing happened to Igrat. Asherah didn't even attempt to harm her.

Rather instead, she helped her piece back together the bits of her memory that were still fractured and return to a bit of normality.

Now at least, she didn't seem to be quite so dazed and confused about everything.

They were able to give her about a halfway summary of events before Igrat found something she considered much more interesting to hold her attention.

"Little Rage Baby? Tree Baby?"

Satan and Belphegor were no longer amused by the current situation.

""…Hello, Aunt.""

"What's happened to the two of you?? Where are your mothers??"

"Don't know."

"Don't care." Satan yawned.

Belphegor and Satan didn't have the warm and nurturing relationship with their mothers that Asmodeus had with his.

Eisheth didn't find Belphegor all that interesting (because he was a baby) and so she frequently left him alone.

Lilith was just objectively cruel to Satan under the guise of making him 'stronger'.

The only way those two would miss their mothers is if they swung and the demons ducked.

However, Igrat was known to touch her son in some less than motherly ways which might've had a fair bit to do with his hyper sexual personality as an adult.

After all, she was also a demon.

None of them are 100% perfect maternal figures. They are just varying degrees of bad.

"M-Mother, don't worry about those two."

Asmodeus grabbed both of his brothers by the foreheads and forcefully shoved them back into the couch.

"Hey!"

"Bitch…"

Instead of apologizing, Asmodeus instead presented the two most important women in his life to her.

….His daughters.

"Look, Ma! You're a grandmother!"

Kanami and Malenia both had their faces glued to Asmodeus in an unbearably strong grip that they were unable to escape from.

"Granddaughters..?"

Igrat looked both women up and down with a stunned expression. "But they're... and you're..."

"Long story." Asmodeus rubbed the horns on his head.

Igrat carefully observed Kanami. Her eyes settled on her relatively flat chest. "This one's my blood for sure."

Kanami could have cried while she listened to her husband suppress a snicker from the side. He was a deadman later.

Igrat looked and Malneia and her eyes settled on her much more pronounced chest.

"This one must have taken a fair bit more from her mother, if you can even remember her. I didn't pass down any of that."

Malenia stuck out her chest a bit more so that she could establish dominance over her younger sister.

Igrat touched both girls on the face and smiled at them with a fabricated innocence.

"It is quite the pleasure to meet you both. I'm aware you are both adults now, but I hope to get to know you properly in my own time."

Even though both girls were effectively just called a titty-monster and a flat-chested phenom, they still smiled back and hugged their grandmother for the first time.

At which point, Igrat took the liberty of peaking at their rear ends.

She was growing less and less sure that Malenia was related to her on any sort of genetic template... On the other hand, she and Kanami could practically be twins.

""Ahem.""

Igrat released her granddaughters and turned around to find two more women standing up and staring at her. "Oh. And you are?"

"Ah, this is Imani and Yara." Asmodeus said.

The duo shot him horrific glares.

"K-Kidding." He joked. "These are the mothers of my children, and the women I've committed myself to spending my life with."

"Your wives??" The word almost sounded foreign in Igrat's mouth.

"Yes." He nodded.

""10,000 years strong."" The girls clarified.

This was the biggest shock Igrat had suffered since she'd been here. More than the futuristic room, or the litter of dangerous dragons, or the fact that one of her age-old adversaries was just casually sitting on the couch.

"You have... a closed relationship??"

"""Yes.""" The trio nodded at once.@@novelbin@@

Igrat's head was spinning. And everything she thought she knew about her son was in shambles.

Just because Igrat was married didn't necessarily mean that she had a traditional view on it.

Lucifer basically did whatever he wanted. The girls' title meant next to nothing to him.

Igrat raised her son to be like his father. Wandering the realms, sowing lust and attraction within the populace and stoking the flames of mindless, carnal desire.

She had been the one to impose upon him the urgency in not being tied down. Loyalty and especially monogamy were for the pigeons.

Never in ten billion years would she have anticipated that her son would enter into a closed relationship.

It didn't matter to her that Asmodeus had married two women. In her eyes, it was almost like he married one!

Could you even imagine such a thing?!

Hell's denizens would gossip about such a scandal for eons if that were the case!

"Igrat dear, come sit with me." Asherah patted the seat beside her. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

In a fog, Igrat kind of just wandered over towards the seat and sat down beside Asherah without argument.

Due to The Mother of Creation's warm motherly aura, she ended up placing her head on her shoulder without realizing it.

"What in the seven hells has happened since I've been asleep..?" She asked in a dazed state.

"We'll fill you in on all we can, but first we need to know... What is the last thing you remember before entering your coma?" Asherah asked.

Waves of memories came rushing back to Igrat's mind to chase away her current delirium.

Abaddon was currently asleep and unable to restore Igrat's memories from the previous timeline, so all that Igrat could do was recite what she recalled from this one.

"I was.. tending to his wounds and then Michael came. He was coming to talk to Lucifer bout the one they call Eldest. The Dark Dragon."

"Eh? You mean him?" Asmodeus pointed to the only man who Igrat hadn't gotten a good look at yet, because he was underneath a pile of women.

Though she had never seen him before, the his legends and descriptions were well known to her, so she recognized him immediately.

"T-That's..."

"Your eldest grandson." Asmodeus answered.

"Your only grandson." Yara clarified.

"My what!?"

"Long story." Everyone said at once.

Igrat felt as if every single person in this room had unanimously decided to pull a prank on her and she didn't like it one bit.

"Anyway, what happened then, Mom?" Asmodeus asked.

Igrat didn't know why she was just expected to skip right over the last conversation as if Asmodeus and Yara didn't just say what they'd just said.

But regardless, she did it anyway.

"A-And then... a child showed up. He claimed that he was mine and your father's but.. It took us so long just to conceive you, so there's no way we would have just.."

"I get it, mom." Asmodeus said gently, covering up how disturbed he felt. "What happened next?"

"Ah... Next.." Igrat's face darkened again as she finally remembered that which she had been trying to suppress.

"He killed them.. both of them. There was no fight, I just blinked and... they were dead. Absorbed."

Horrified didn't even begin to cover it.

No one here thought of Lucifer as some pushover deity. And while he has possessed alternates who've died from one cause or another, the Prime version of Lucifer has never fallen since his battle in heaven.

Hearing that he had just died with no fight was... jarring.

"And then he just... he came near me and I began to get so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open... When I woke up I was listening to that depressing bitch talk about killing herself." She pointed at Izanami.

Izanami's face went from deathly pale to cherry red in the span of two entire seconds. She could feel the entire room staring at her now.

Among them were Abaddon and Eris' wives, who were staring at her like they already knew the kind of improper thoughts she was having.

Mortified didn't even begin to cover how she felt.

She vanished from everyone's sight instantly, and the family could no longer feel her presence within the house.

Unaware she'd said anything insensitive. Igrat ran her hands through her hair and sighed deeply. "None of this makes any sense at all... Why is this happening?"

Since Igrat had reached the end of what she could recall, Asherah simply rubbed her back and thanked her for doing the best she could.

Seras naturally steered the conversation from there, gathering the attention of Malenia and Kanami both.

"While we were away on Amasssiere, we found Gulban chained up in an underground cavern. As far as we can tell, he doesn't seem to have his powers anymore."

The air within the room became twice as heavy as before with those few simple words.

"What's more... we were met with a projection of the man who claimed responsibility. He also boasted responsibility for killing Lucifer and Michael.

Abaddon attacked him through the projection, but he healed himself. And before he left for good, he threatened you, Malenia and Kanami. It's why for the time being, your brother doesn't want you to leave home."