First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 1239: Traumatizing Straga

"Don’t you ever get tired of embarrassin’ me??"

"Nope! It’s one of the most fun parts of being a mom, sweet-face."

"Can I trade you for a new little sister or something?"

"Where else do you think your sisters come from, boy!?"

"Dad can probably make one on his own, right?"

Abaddon shivers as he maps out his surroundings.

"Son.... please don’t involve me in this-"

It is too late, as Ayaana appears in front of her husband with a small pout on her full lips. She raises her hand and cups her his chin.

The feeling of her manicured nails against his skin is all too dangerous.

"Honey... tell our son you need me."

Abaddon licks his lips predatorily.

"...Of course I-"

"I swear to god. If you say something gross, I will kill myself and make you both watch." Straga folds his arms.

Ayaana and Abaddon glance back at their son.

Straga’s frown deepens. "Don’t. You. Dar-"

The two kiss passionately, with Abaddon holding on to his wife’s butt as she jumps up into his arms.

Straga gags at the obscenity. "Ugh! Ugh! Aaah! My eyesss!!"

Abaddon and Ayaana briefly pull apart. ""Boy, hush."" The two back to kissing without missing a beat.

"I’m going back in the house." Straga turns around.

"Nuh-uh, we still need your help." Ayaana’s tail shoots out and wraps around her son’s ankle, dragging him back.

...Straga is less than thrilled with this action.

"SOMEBODY! HELP ME! I’M BEING SUBJECTED TO CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!!"

When he reaches Ayaana, she pulls him up by his arms. "Boy, who do you think is going to help you in that house? Everybody in there has known me far longer than they’ve known you."

Straga grumbles as he dusts himself off. "Someone in this place has to have some sense of justice..."

"I’m your mother, boy. My word is only justice that you should be worried about."

Ayaana kisses her son on the cheek, and Straga pretends to wipe it away. "Can we just get this done and go inside, or is this going to be like Valentines day, where you two camp out and read each other poems?"

Abaddon and Ayaana look at each other and shrug. They start to speak.

"I am joking, if this becomes that, I will fly into the sun."

Abaddon smirks. "I’ll have your brother bring you back."

"He’ll be bringing back a dead body."

"Sunfire cannot kill you."

"I’m going to let it."

"Not how it works."

Abaddon rustles his son’s hair, deciding to stop teasing him for just a moment.

"Alright, I suppose we can begin..." Abaddon turns to Ayaana. "Are you ready, my love?"

Briefly, the empress closes her eyes, and her vision is suddenly far beyond it’s normal parameters.

She sees through the many eyes of the animals nearby. Next, she takes control of their minds and asks them to draw certain sigils on the ground.

Her brow creases. "Asherah... really did a number on this place with all of the restrictions... I can’t even connect with my little friends beyond the state."

"Ma, I just realized you’re kind of like a cartoon princess."

"Hush, boy. Those princesses don’t have nothing on me." Ayaana smirks.

Straga sees his father’s tail start wagging, and the look he gives his mother is extremely disturbing.

’...So gross.’

When all of the animals have finished their drawings, Ayaana opens her eyes again and smiles. "We’re set up. Wards all around the state. If anything comes in, we’ll know first."

She turns to her son and smiles. "Ready to lend mommy a helping hand, little man?"

"Why do you still insist on treating me like a child..?"

"You’ll understand when you have your own children." Ayaana sighs and shrugs. "Until then, just humor me a bit."

Before Straga can protest, she raises her finger to his forehead and taps it lightly.

The prince’s eyes briefly glow.

"See my vision?" His mother smiles.

Straga nods, impressed. "Gotta hand it to you, ma... You’ve really outdone yourself on this one. This idea is amazing."

"Well, let’s make it happen then so that we can see what it’s like in reality."

Straga nods, and together, he and his mother walk down the cracked driveway.

Ayaana closes her eyes and begins to float. Straga does the same and follows her.

A bright, prismatic light shines from each of them until they resemble stars in the knight’s sky.

Abaddon sits down on the porch and watches as the world begins to rumble.

It initially starts as a series of low, nearly unnoticeable shakes.

But suddenly, they increase in severity by a wide margin.

The house starts to shake, but Abaddon yawns, and it stops.

Enormous chunks of the Earth are slowly ripped out of the ground.

They rise, shaking free showers of dust and forcing the small birds to fly away.

Nine different bodies of rock rise at least two hundred meters into the air. Including one that holds their very own house.

Ayaana spaces them out appropriately, while Straga begins erecting entire fortresses on each one.

Their design is something never before seen on Earth. Large, black buildings, with scale-like designs and statues depicting three great dragons.

"...Hey ma, can I add my statue to these or-"

"Boy, focus."

"I’m just saying, seeing my handsome face might be good for the troops."

Ayaana whacks her son across the butt with her tail.

"Oww!"

"Pay attention."

"Yes, ma..."

Enormous waterfalls flow from the surface of the islands.

When the columns of water connect with the ground, they do not sink. Instead, the land gives way underneath them, forming trenches. In mere moments, large, flowing rivers run through the state like wild, enhancing the world with their beauty.

Seeing the two work together, Abaddon smiles.

It isn’t long before Ayaana turns back to him.

"Don’t just stand over there being handsome. You know what I need you for."

Abaddon’s smile widens. "Not gonna say the magic words?"

"Abaddon..."

"Boy, these steps sure are mighty comfortable..." Abaddon yawns as he leans back.

Ayaana rolls her eyes.

She meets her husband’s gaze and bites her lip.

"Please, Da-"

"I swear to god if you finish that sentence, I will drown myself." Straga interrupts.

"...You can’t-"

"I will figure it out!"

Laughing, Abaddon finally gets up from the steps and lunges into the air.

He ascends high, nearly piercing the clouds.

His third eye opens, and a destructive beam is fired from his temple.

As the dark power shoots down, it splits apart into multiple smaller rays.

When they hit the land, they instantly vaporizes the debris and destroyed buildings lying all across the state.

Once his part is done, Abaddon descends until he is at the same level as Ayaana and Straga.

"Thank you, Boo-Boo-bear." Ayaana kisses his cheek.

"Aw. Not the other name?"

Ayaana smiles as she leans over to whisper in his ear. "Maybe tonight if you’re a good boy."

Straga didn’t even bother saying anything anymore. He was just going to go to his room and never come out again for as long as he lived.

Their moment of flirtation over, Ayaana suddenly descends to the ground.

When she hits the earth, a pulse of energy rushes out from her.

Straga follows her movements to a tee, and his power is added to his mother’s.

Abaddon looks out into the world.

Buildings are erected one after the other. Though like the fortresses, they are not native to this world.

Abaddon smiles happily. A feeling of excitement begins to stir within his chest, but he controls himself.

As the buildings are erected, streets are also redone. Walkable cities, communities, rich, overflowing greenery, natural wildlife, all of it comes bursting right from the imagination of a mother and son.

At last, Ayaana looks back at her husband with a smile.

"Alright... go ahead."

A wide, toothy grin forms on Abaddon’s face.

He flies up and points to the sky.

Immediately, a large rip appears in space and time. It spans for miles upon miles, and exhudes an impossibly cold air.

Abaddon’s deep, monstrous voice echoes throughout the darkness with an unnatural zeal.

"My children... Come."

-

Tehom had not been this tense in ages.

An air of stillness surrounded the entire realm. The citizens stood on the streets, their gazes to the sky and their breaths hollow.

Above them, a massive army dotted the sky. Their numbers were nearly incalculable.

At the capital city, the heads of all seven armies hovered in front of their legions.

They wore fine robes instead of armor. Their faces bore war paint, each symbolic of their own personal identities.

In front of even the generals floated the small, elite army of the Euphrates.

Kanami alone looked back at the massive army sprawled throughout the realm.

Her eyes picked over them, looking for the slightest out-of-place movement or any sign of communication.

But there was nothing. Nothing but a very palpable excitement.

It emanated from the dragons like their very own body heat. Kanami could hardly blame them.

Some of these soldiers had been in the army for over a million years and never participated in a major battle.

But now, their moment had arrived. This was what all of those instances of painstaking training had prepared them for.

The End War was their reward. The fractured Earth was to be their playground.

Woe to all who might stand in their way.