FIRST DEMONIC DRAGON

‘Alright… things seem to be going well over there at least.’

Abaddon was continually stealing glances behind his massive shoulder.

He trusted Erica not to kill Izanami, yes. But he also knew that she could be intimidating without meaning to sometimes.

90% of Ayaana’s queen-like aura and dignity came from her, after all.

Since they seemed to have no issues at present, Abaddon was free to focus on the task he had actually come here for.

He looked down at his claws for a moment before deciding against it.

Reaching for one of his numerous muzzles, he grasped a particularly sharp tooth and pulled it free from his jaw.

Izanami was watching nearby and raised her brow at the sight. “What is he doing…?”

“Probably something stupid.” Erica answered.

“Oh.”

Abaddon let the tooth fall to the ground and become buried in the bedrock.

Flesh twisted and popped as he shrank down to his original size and stood beside his comically large tooth.

His expression was briefly awkward as he glanced back once again. The girls weren’t looking this way, and that meant he had a little bit of time.

He quickly and quietly pulled off his clothes and grabbed his tooth under one arm before wandering into the water.

It’s chilling and cold embrace jolted him awake and released any stiffness that his muscles might’ve been feeling.

Opening up a pair of gills on the side of his neck, he dove into the body of water in front of him.

Typically, Abaddon wasn’t much for swimming, but this was a fairly relaxing change of pace for him. Perhaps he would have enjoyed it more if he didn’t know that he was about to endure a hell like none other.

The bottom of the underground body of water was around sixty meters down.

Once Abaddon reached it, he stood at the bottom and draped his tooth over his shoulder.

As the water was uninhabited, he didn’t have to worry about accidentally flash boiling anything except himself.

Steeling his heart and mind, he buried the tip of his tooth in the soil underneath him.

For around thirty seconds, nothing actually happened.

But when Abaddon wrote the first character, things saw a noticeable change.

The temperature of the water went from chilling to slightly warm in the span of a second.

The character that Abaddon had drawn was different from any language he had ever seen before. And he knew every single one of them.

An odd light emanated from the carving that was the source of the sudden temperature change within the water. It’s heat was comparable to a burning star.

The toll on Abaddon’s body was also not something insignificant.

He had only written one character out of the eighty-eight that was needed for the circle.

And already, his muscles were starting to ache. His mind was working overtime, and his tooth had grown warm to the touch.

Perhaps this was the first time that he truly grasped the enormity of the powers he was playing with.

He had already been quite reckless over the course of his life, but this truly felt like something he shouldn’t be doing.

…Nevertheless, he kept going anyway.

Starting with the second character, things were noticeably more intense.

As Abaddon traced the lines and patterns in the ground, they began to glow right away. And again, the temperature within the water rose.

With two sigils now glowing, they seemed to feed off of each other and began producing even more heat. It was almost like they were feeding off of each other.

This was the part that Oblivion had warned him about. He literally couldn’t stop now, or the results would be catastrophic.

These characters weren’t supposed to exist in this plane of existence. Not even in the lands above.

They were from the outside. Meaning the danger in working with them was just that much higher.

If Abaddon stopped for any reason, the characters wouldn’t just fizzle out of existence or even explode.

They would collapse this region of existence. Yesh would have yet another hole in his body, and this one would be even larger than the first.

Not to mention his lands.

Tehom would most certainly go poof- and maybe even he would be gone along with it. Truly gone.

Abaddon could not and would not allow that to happen.

So he kept going. He focused his mind on nothing but the task in front of him.

He had a long and arduous road in front of him.

– 6 Hours Later…

“He’s been down there a long time, hasn’t he?” Izanami couldn’t mask the worry in her voice even if she tried.

She took off her leather jacket and wiped her brow, which was dripping with sweat.

Over the course of the last several minutes, the chillingly cold cavern had become one massive scenic sauna.

The lake that Abaddon had initially stepped into was now glowing red and festering like something out of Lailah’s workshop.

Erica pretended that she did not notice how Izanami’s white shirt clung to her chest now that she had sweat through her top.

Much like Abaddon, Eris, Tatiana, and Valerie, Erica did not really have a type and was capable of being sexually attracted to anyone. Though that had less to do with her divinities and more to do with personal preference.

Erica could have cooled the cavern down in an instant by absorbing all of the thermal energy within the cavern, but where was the fun in that?

She was allowed to be just a bit mischievous and look. Respectfully, that is.

“He has.” Erica said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “But don’t worry. You just stay right here and don’t even think about taking even a single step over there.

“And why not?”

“Is ‘because I said so’ a good enough reason?”

“Do I seem like one of your children who that might work on?”

Erica rolled her eyes. “Just stay put. It’ll be really dangerous for you if you-“

There was a loud whooshing sound, and a geyser of hot steam and mist erupted from the boiling lake.

Erica finally concluded that it may be time for her to lend a helping hand.

“Stay here.” She stood up and began unzipping her dress.

Izanami was justifiably flustered. “Y-You, what are you doing!?”

“Going to help.” Erica removed her heels, dress, and panties and left them all together in one neat little folded pile. “He said he didn’t need it, but I should have known that he was lying. I’m going to kill him…”

There were several parts of this conversation that Izanami felt like she should and should not be paying attention to, but they were getting mixed up in her head.

So all that she was hearing was something about Erica having a killer body and honestly, she would have been hard pressed not to agree.

“Sit tight for me, okay?” She smiled, but it was more like she was giving an order that wasn’t supposed to be refused.

As Izanami watched her perfect ass bounce away, she hadn’t the foggiest idea of anything that had just been discussed. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

But Erica was prepared for that.

Izanami felt something nudge her from the side.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw adorable, grey-scaled Gandora sitting beside her on all fours.

“Oh… it’s you.” Izanami realized. “Do you need something from me?”

Izanami wouldn’t have understood Gandora if she tried to respond, so she didn’t even waste the time.

Instead, she dropped her head down onto Izanami’s lap and made herself comfortable.

Gandora wasn’t putting all of her weight on top of Izanami or anything, but she was holding her firmly in place. The death goddess wasn’t going anywhere at all.

‘…This would be cute if I were not going out of my mind with worry.’

–

Abaddon didn’t remember the last time he let his body fall into this poor a condition.

No fight in recent memory had challenged him as much as carving a set of simple characters in the damned lakebed.

His vision had blurred again, so he was likely bleeding from his eyes, among other places.

His flesh had practically been power-washed away, and his stripped tendons were billowing loosely in the wind.

All of the water that was originally in the lake with him had boiled out and evaporated, and the temperature down here had become greater than Earth’s sun.

His hair had already been burned away a long time ago, and his bones were charred black.

The tooth he was using as a tool was in even worse condition than him. It looked as if it were going to crack and explode at any moment now.

With sixty of the characters inscribed so far, Abaddon was aware that he still had a long way to go.

“You idiot. You should have told me that things were this bad!”

Even with his eyes blurred to hell, Abaddon did not miss the moment when a mystic figure appeared before him. One who he was intimately familiar with.

Wings of rainbow-colored flame billowed behind Erica’s back as she wrapped them both in her protective embrace.

As soon as she appeared, she grabbed onto his tooth and reinforced its integrity with her mana. She had bought it a few more minutes… at least.

“Erica, get back!” Abaddon warned.

His wife was unamused. “You told me that you could do this on your own without difficulty. You promised me! I’m helping you, and I don’t want to hear anything else about it! Now, SHARE!”

Erica touched her husband on the forehead and intruded into the depths of his mind.

Since their souls were already unified, he couldn’t stop her in time, even if he had wanted to.

A wave of pain crashed into Erica like an iceberg.

She bit her lip hard to hold back a scream and focused solely on what was important.

She could see the characters that Abaddon was keeping stashed within his mind.

“Alright…” She said slowly, her voice strained. “Let’s try this again. Together this time.”

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