First Demonic Dragon

If you asked Abaddon about his personality, he would tell you that he saw himself as a being with Herculean self control.

After all, he had to be given his roll and responsibilities. Judicator to the gods and assigned warden of the multiversal timelines.

If that weren't enough, further proof of his self control would be evidenced by just looking at his wives.

Have you seen Ayaana..? It's a miracle that the man can get any kind of work done at all. As good as they look he should always be all over them all the time.

And even though he thinks about it constantly, he exercises proper restraint. And there are many who would not be able to do the same.

All of that is surmised to say that Abaddon is usually a perfectly rational man. The very picture of self control.

Usually.

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Abaddon had a very specific button that wasn't to be pushed: and that was the challenged safety of his entire family.

His son had a hole in his chest.

All gloves were off. Every demon he found in the world above would burn!

There is an actual button underneath the desk in Abaddon's office where he handles all of his important work.

It alerts all of the dragons within his army to the fact that they are going to war.

And he was trying his damndest to press it. He was just being needlessly impeded right now.

"Get off of me, you two!"

"Just listen for one second, dad!"

"Yea, take a breather old man!"

Abaddon was literally clawing his way towards his desk- inch by inch.

Apophis and Courtney were on his back and attempting to prevent their father from declaring the supernatural equivalent to nuclear warfare.

"Kids, get off of me this instant!"

""No!""

"Just listen first!" Apophis warned.

"I will listen later, but now is the time for action!"

"You're being stubborn, calm down!"

Courtney bit her lip as she wracked her brain for ways to stop their father.

After wracking her brain for a sufficient deterrent, there was finally only one conclusion that she came to.

"I-If you don't sit down and listen to us right now, then I'm going to have Nubia take me to the city to get my lower back and tongue pierced!"

Abaddon came to a dead halt.

He then looked over his shoulder at his daughter's pretty, perfect face that he had given her. (Abaddon has forgotten that he and his wives did not actually give birth to Courtney.)

"....You wouldn't dare." he responded.

Courtney nodded her head hard. "I would! My eyebrow too!"

Abaddon dug his nails even deeper into the wooden floorboards. But he did not move further.

"...Say your pieces." He decided.

Both of his children were immensely relieved.

"Listen to me, dad..." Apophis sighed. "This guy is different. If you respond immediately with aggression, then you'll practically be falling right into his hands- I guarantee it."

"You were stabbed." Abaddon reminded him.

"Believe me, I remember. But don't let the fact that this happened to me prevent you from thinking clearly."

In full fairness, Abaddon would have been similarly upset if it was any one of his people who had been attacked for no reason.

His people were his to defend. He was their sword, shield, armor, and nuclear warhead.

The fact that his son had been on the receiving end of an attack had only further incentivized him to torch the entirety of the lands above the dark.

"Hard headed boy." Abaddon grumbled as he let his head strike against the wooden floor.

The siblings knew their father's rage was not sated yet. He was still as warm as a heater. His skin was trying to turn back into that unfriendly black color.

His hair wasn't it's usual deep, vibrant red anymore either.It was trying to dye itself into two very different colors.

One was noticeably overtaking the other...

"...Tell me what you recall." Was all he asked Apophis.

The young dragon had heard enough, and began rattling off an incident reports like a trained soldier.

Abaddon listened to it all in a quiet manner- only stopping to ask an occasional question, but Apophis' report was so detailed that he hardly had to.

There were several points Abaddon noted that he found to be rather interesting.

The enemy was raw. Not necessarily untalented, but obviously more of a craftier sort than a deadly warrior. He was also unstable.

Hearing about how his wives had chosen to deal with their enemy filled his chest with an immense sense of pride spanning the length of every galaxy.

The women he married were so capable. So sharp.

He had to admit that their course of action may not have been the one he took. No- given what he was just about to do, he was sure that it wouldn't have been.

Abaddon is a dragon true, and true. Fire makes up his blood. A love for his home and his kin fuels his nearly every action.

Which in turn can make him predictable. Hence the reason why he keeps family and friends so closely next to him. They temper him. Make him see different outcomes for the act of problem solving.

He hadn't realized it, but his eyes had turned up in a faint smile against the wood of the floor.

By his very nature, Abaddon had tended to shoulder quite a lot. He believed that it was the duty of the strong to protect the weak.

Because he had long been lauded as the strongest, he saw himself as everyone's protector. Even theirs.

But perhaps they didn't need his protection at all. He'd never thought about it, but just how strong was Ayaana really..?

"And then when it was over, mom got sick as she was putting the universe back." Apophis continued. "Mothers said that she was just tired, but I felt how hungry she-"

Abaddon's eyes widened as he realized he'd been overlooking a crucial part of this story.

"Kids, I'll be back."

Apophis and Courtney hit the floor as their father vanished from underneath him.

Still reeling- Courtney rubbed her forehead anxiously as she rolled onto her back.

"You should've just told him about mom earlier..." She grumbled.

"I didnt hear you mentioning it beforehand either." He shot back.

"I was a little busy trying to use all of this new strength to keep him from starting a war before dinner."

"What do you think I was trying to do, twit?!"

"Who're you calling twit, hole-boy!?"

Even though Abaddon had just left, somehow a war ended up getting started in his office anyway.

-

Abaddon practically ran to his bedroom and threw open the door.

While he was expecting to find was his bedroom a mess- with dishes spread all across every stretch of the floor.

However, what he found instead was something much more softening.

Two figures were already in bed- one looking to be asleep, the other very far from it.

Seras was curled underneath Bekka, who looked slightly different.

Similar to her human appearance, her skin had become a warm brown, and her hair an even brighter gray. Her body had shrunk back to a 'normal' human height of six feet.

Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was unsteady and labored.

A thin sheen of sweat was over her face even though the room must have been 65 degrees.

She looked thin...

Odessa was sprawled out across her chest- asleep right alongside Seras.

When Abaddon entered the room, Bekka's ears twitched a bit and she slowly turned her head towards the door.

She smiled while making sure to keep her mouth closed.

But Abaddon already knew that her teeth were likely already sharpened to a point.

"You missed a lot, you know..?" Her voice was light and deceptively normal.

Abaddon didnt buy her act for a second, but he didn't rush to flog her with his worry either.

"So I heard.." He slowly crossed the room to reach their marital bed.

He crawled across it and sat with his back against the headboard- allowing him to be near Bekka without suffocating her.

"How are you?"

Bekka shrugged in an aloof manner. "Just another day. Trying to bring myself back down to earth, I guess."

Abaddon's brow creased with worry for a fraction of a second. "Have you eaten..?"

"A popsicle."

"Bekka."

"A box of popsicles." She confessed.

Abaddon still knew that wasn't enough. "Why don't I bring you some-"

Bekka shook her head as she closed her eyes again. "I have to get myself used to eating smaller meals again. You know how important it is..."

Abaddon did know that- truly.

But that didn't mean he liked it.

It had been years since Bekka had did this uncomfortable dance with her true hunger.

Every time that she came close to the edge, her hunger reacted that much more violently when she tried to put it away.

She grounded herself by being in the presence of one of their children- usually the youngest at the time.

She also shrank her form down in an attempt to conserve as much energy as possible.

...At times like this, Abaddon's self control was truly tested.

Because he wanted nothing moe than to feed Bekka what she truly wanted in order to ease her pain.

What was one little universe in comparison to one of the loves of his life?

But he knew if he went down that path, he would be harming her more than helping her. She would eventually be unable to stop herself, and if it came down to it... he wouldn't have the heart to stop her.

Instead, he did the only thing that he could do.

He took her small hand and placed his full lips on her warm skin. She shuddered at his touch and stared at him with pools of emotion in her eyes.

"You're strong." He affirmed her. "You will beat this and I will be right beside you until you do."

Bekka smiled at him. Her teeth slowly returning to normal.

"Thanks, handsome. What would I do without you?"