FIRST DEMONIC DRAGON

Izanami wasn’t sure why, but for some reason when she heard footsteps coming she ducked out of sight.

Whoever was approaching sounded like a very large dragon. One of that size probably wouldn’t notice her even if she stayed out in the open.

But she could never be too careful.

As she tucked her figure behind a nearby rock and wrapped herself in shadows, she could only hope that it would be enough.

Finally, a large figure turned the corner and Izanami’s heart accidentally skipped a beat.

A dragon standing on two legs with great, powerful claws along it’s feet. It’s black body was covered in sections of what appeared to be plate armor, and red markings ran from the crown of it’s head to he very soles of it’s feet.

Izanami would have recognized the creature even if she hadn’t just spent the last 1,000 years banging it. In her imagination that is.

‘Please don’t see me, please don’t see me, please don’t-‘

“Izanami..?”

The death goddess blanched.

She slowly lifted her trembling head and found the large dragon staring at her from 200 meters above.

“Umm…h-hello.” Her voice was so small, even she had barely heard it just now.

“What are you doing here?”

Abaddon dropped down to one knee in his colossal form and brought his heads closer to Izanami’s hiding place.

“I was… hiding.”

Did she mean to tell him that? No. But that gaze of his just had a way of weaseling things out of her.

“Why would you be hiding? And why here of all places..?”

Izanami really didn’t want to answer the first question, because then she would have to revisit her painful outing earlier.

“I-It just kind of ended up like that… What is this place anyway..?” She turned around and looked in another direction to avoid looking at him. “It is very.. pretty. Although there is this weird smell in the air that I believe is messing with my head.”

Now, it was Abaddon’s turn to clam up and find himself unable to answer a simple question. “W-Well, it’s… Y-You shouldn’t be here.”

Though feeling rather forlorn, Izanami still hitched up her brow in curiosity. “Why? What is his place?”

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“You’re lying.”

“You’ve know basis in that accusation.”

Izanami pointed behind him.

“In this form, you dig the tip of your tail into the ground when you’re trying to lie or distract from something. So what is it?”

Abaddon just stared at her aghast. “How do you know that..?”

Izanami’s face turned red again as she dropped her gaze. “It was.. umm. I-In the dream.”

Abaddon’s expression slightly mirrored hers. “Oh..”

“Indeed…”

“…Exactly how detailed was this dream of-“

“Abaddon.” Izanami cut him short. “Please… what is this place..?”

Abaddon was still scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“It’s our nest.” A voice said.

Izanami strained her neck and back to look as high as she possibly could.

There, she found a beautiful, grey scaled woman with fiery red hair not much different from Abadon’s own.

She wore a deep black dress that was probably the most flattering clothing Izanami had ever seen on… anyone.

It wasn’t until after a full minute of boggling her that Izanami realized what she’d actually said.

Houses in Tehom are enchanted to grow in sufficient proportion to the size of their occupants. But it is also not uncommon for dragons to go out into the wild and actually find a nest of their own to mate in. It’s sort of like tradition.

Everyone has the home they were given, and the home they choose to find on their own.

Nests were the equivalent to a dragon’s marital bed. They’re marked very heavily with their more… colorful bodily fluids to send the message that the place is off limits.

But given the fact that Izananmi is decidedly not a dragon and has no idea what dragon pheromonal secretions smell like, she had just walked right in anyway.

And what was even worse was the fact that she had actually been caught too.

“I-I’m sorry, I was just wandering around and-“

“Neither of us ever said you needed to apologize.” Erica said.

“Y-Yes, well… I am not unaware of the significance of this place and all of it’s meaning. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Erica couldn’t recall if Izanami was always this timid and easily frightened or if this behavior was as new as her choice of wardrobe.

Izanami started trying to leave when Erica suddenly appeared beside her like a shadow from a night terror. “You have some time? If you did I’d like to talk to you.”

‘She’s going to kill me.’ Was Izanami’s immediate thought.

But oddly enough, she wasn’t upset about it.

She had lived a pretty shit life. And now that it was over, she was just wishing that she had chosen to self delete a lot sooner. She could have saved a lot of face that way and then Erica wouldn’t have to get her manicured claws dirty.

“Erica…” Abaddon said nervously.

The phoenix-dragon almost looked offended. “I’m not going to eat her. You can do what you need to do and we’ll just be right over here waiting.”

Abaddon spent a couple more seconds staring at the two before he realized that there probably wasn’t much of a point to it.

If Erica was really unhappy, she would have made it a point to articulate that by now. His wife didn’t really have the patience to be conniving.

Abaddon stood up and lumbered away deeper into the cavern.

Once he was gone, Erica looked around for an area that wasn’t slick with evidence of this place’s function.

When she finally found a single, solitary dry spot, she moved herself and Izanami there with a single thought.

“Shall we sit down?” She smiled and patted the rock next to her.

Izanami wondered if that was going to be what she was bludgeoned over the head with in a few moment’s time.

Erica’s brow furrowed. “You really do have a habit of writing your thoughts all over your face, you know? No one’s going to grant you that death you long for, so just park your rear on this rock and think about something else.”

Izanami sat down without reservations. She didn’t really have a choice but to do what Erica Sid, since there wasn’t really anywhere that she could run from her.

This entire realm was Tathamet domain. There existed nowhere that Izanami could run or hide from them.

But to her surprise, Erica started the conversation off on an unexpected note.

“Your daughter is here.”

Izanami started to look shocked, but then quickly stuffed down her emotions once again.

“Come to see your son, has she? I suppose I really must stay out of the way of the house for the time being.”

Erica sighed. “I am aware your history is.. a difficult one. But you may not wish to live with the regret of writing off your children. It is a wound that never heals and a guilt that knows not how to fade.”

Izanami didn’t know the specifics, but she did know that Erica supposedly had a son in the previous timeline. But supposedly he didn’t get along with the family and refused to come around.

She wondered if perhaps that was the reason why Erica seemed so sad when she spoke just now… Maybe she was speaking from a place of regret as well as experience.

“I would… like to go visit her. If you would allow me.” Izanami asked hopefully.

“You think I would have told you about your daughter if I were planning to deny you the right to see her?” Erica chuckled.

Izanami had no answer.

“Actually, maybe you would do better to not answer that.” Erica sighed.

Izanami just nodded along again.

“…Are you not angry with me?”

Erica thought that Izanami might ask something like that sooner or later. She shook her head in denial all the same.

“Not really… not like I would’ve been.”

“And why is that?”

Erica uncrossed her legs just a bit and patted her pubic area. “You remember how they work, right?”

Izanami blushed and nodded. “They, um… they let you all hear each other’s thoughts and they make sex feel really good…”

Erica blinked. “I… What? Is that all you took from it?”

“There was more?”

The two just kind of stared at each other with awkward incredulous looks.

“My, my, Izanami.” Erica clicked her teeth. “Aren’t you too old to still be such a pervert?”

Izanami would have said something back if she didn’t know that Erica was younger than her by the faintest fraction.

“These markings help us understand each other. They help us stay equally infatuated with one another, and incapable of feeling jealous over anyone else who has it… though that last one doesn’t seem to work all of the time…” Erica hadn’t realized she was just more possessive than the mark could handle.

She’d gotten jealous over her husband seven times this week and it was only Tuesday.

“What I’m saying is, when Abaddon makes me happy, the others feel it and they are also happy. If Tatiana makes Lisa happy, he and I will also feel it. Do you understand now?”

Izanami was in shock. How was it possible that she recalled none of this?

Did the illusion not tell her? (It did, she just wasn’t listening.)

Was it unable to replicate what it did not know? (It knew, she was just distracted.)

Surely she wouldn’t have let information that important just slip by her. (She did. She was basking in heavenly aftercare.)

“I… wasn’t aware of that.” Izanami muttered. “So what does that mean..?”

Erica smiled at her softly. “It means that Eris.. and I would be very sad if we had to bite off your head. So we’re going to let you keep it.”

Izanami smiled, but she was almost feeling disappointed.

“Is… is that all? Not that I’m not grateful to you for sparing my life, but…”

Erica knew what she meant.

“I don’t know… we’ll have to wait and see.”

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