First Demonic Dragon Chapter 556 What Is It Like To Be A Primordial God?

Chapter 556 What Is It Like To Be A Primordial God?

Currently, Abaddon and Seras were lying together side-by-side in the field of red grass.

Their faces were turned towards the sky, but their eyes were closed and they appeared to be resting.

Courtney was still asleep and on Abaddon’s chest, and he was making sure to keep his body temperature at a constant warmth so that she could rest comfortably as he rocked her.

Meanwhile, Abaddon and Seras’ tails were intertwined in an intimate gesture as they let the gentle breeze pass over their bodies and listened to the running of the waterfall.

“This place is quite beautiful, my love. I don’t believe I have ever seen anything like it before.” Seras said warmly.

Abaddon smiled as he continued to rock Courtney at a steady rhythm.

“I think… one day this will be the place I retire to. The same way that the creators have the tree of life, I want to rest here after it has all been said and done.”

“I think I would like that very much, husband… And our children?”

“They’ll probably have their own lives to live and aspirations to achieve… so it will be just us, my love.”

“Does that mean…?”

“We can walk around naked as much as we want.”

“I’m salivating just thinking about it.” Seras muttered drunkenly.

Smiling to himself, Abaddon continued to rock Courtney absentmindedly as she slept.

“Husband?”

“Hm..?”

“We never asked you, but… what is it like to be a living personification of a concept? How do you feel?”

At this, Abaddon finally opened his three eyes slowly.

“How do I say this… it is very.. interesting. I see many things, and know even more. The power I hold seems only secondary to the fact that I am in more places than just here, and yet I am also not at the same time.”

“What do you mean?”

Abaddon tapped his foot on the ground rhythmically as he tried to explain.

Becoming a concept meant he was in a great many places at once.

The easiest way to visualize this is with sex.

Think of him like a secret observer, sitting in the chair in the corner and cheering you on as you try to give your one-night stand a reason to save your number in her phone.

But since he is also sexuality and attraction, he is also present in the midst of instances of flirtation or intimacy.

He knows instinctively what two people find attractive about each other, and can amplify or nullify those feelings if he should so choose.

Fusing with the cosmos has made him practically omnipresent and omnipotent.

Not only did he know where every star, planet, asteroid, cosmic storm, and black hole was within the vastness of space, but his talent and authority over spacial magic made him indomitable in the field.

Not only was he completely immune to spacial attacks and magic, but darkness, ice, fire, light, and lightning as well.

In addition to the immunities he possesses to both chaos and holy powers as well, it was becoming harder and harder to kill him day by day.

Being the personification of conquest was an interesting one.

He was effectively a war god on steroids.

Like with sex and sexuality, he was present in all struggles of whatever universe he was standing in at that moment, be it his original one or any other.

In addition, just by looking at someone, he could see the best way to break them in the most inhumane methods possible.

His martial skills had become refined to the point of absurdity, but he honestly felt he would hardly ever need them anymore.

As Conquest, even the most basic right hand from him felt like enduring a string of brutal combos followed up by a blast from a twelve gauge shotgun.

His strikes were designed to break wills.

To make even the most arrogant and overconfident of deities abandon all hope.

To lay down their weapons and allow themselves to be conquered.

…Isn’t that fun??

Being the personification of the supernatural… that one was a bit special.

He was within every witch, vampire, dragon, werewolf ogre, giant, ghoul, ghost, and demon in whatever universe he was standing in.

If he should focus, he can even exert total control over them no matter their distance or willpower.

And if he summoned the corrupted wheel of fortuna, he could control their fates and bestow good luck or bad luck depending on how it was spun.

…He was ashamed to say it, but as a baby he didn’t fully understand the significance of this toy, so he sort of spun it without rest whenever he became bored.

Some supernatural creatures hit the lottery or got treasures they had long coveted.

…Others watched a loved one die in front of them or were involved in horrible accidents.

…Again, he was very sorry and promised to be more responsible in the future.

Seras snickered uncontrollably and Abaddon tightened his grip on her tail.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s just such a cute visual!” She giggled.

Abaddon grunted audibly and turned his head away.

Seras seemed to find this amusing, and she grabbed her husband by the horn and forced him to turn around and kiss her.

The pretend annoyance he felt practically dissipated in an instant.

Seras was known to have her childish sides and serious sides, but she was also incredibly adept at showing the allure and seductiveness of a mature woman.

And Abaddon was nearly putty in her hands when she became like this.

Since she already knew that, she took her time to make their kiss longer and sweeter, while trying to remain in control and stave off her own lightheadedness.

Eventually, Abaddon had to pull away because his pants were becoming a bit too tight in the crotch.

Seras took even greater amusement in that, and had to resist her urge to free him from the confines of his underwear.

But there was a child present afterall, so she restrained herself and made do with resting her head on her husband’s chest.

“Well I think I have some clue as to what heaven does, but what about oblivion? It should be your most powerful given everything that you put into it, no?”

When Abaddon took forever to respond, Seras looked up in confusion. “My love?”

“…Keep this a secret, alright?”

Seras nodded.

“Truthfully… I don’t know the full extent of what it is capable of. Only the surface level.”

“How can that be?”

“I think it has something to do with the fact that I ‘woke up’ before I was fully ready. If I’m like a phone then.. I stopped updating in the middle.”

Finally, Seras realized exactly why her husband had been prone to sleeping in a little longer lately.

And why he had asked her to keep this conversation a secret.

“You don’t want to make Straga feel guilty.”

“Of course not.” He smiled. “For a god of destruction he has a surprisingly soft heart, you know?”

“That is better than the alternative.”

“Indeed it is. Perhaps we are good parents.”

“Lisa, Eris, and Erica were all naturals. The rest of us had to figure this out as we went along.”

“We make it look easy now though.”

“I know that’s right.”

The two chuckled and fist bumped each other before settling back into their relaxing quiet.

But while Seras was simply enjoying the warmth and scent of her husband, Abaddon was thinking about his powers.

To obtain oblivion, he had gone against an entity that was able to kill him with a thought.

And not just kill, erase.

It took him twelve billion years of dying and reviving before he was even able to properly defend against it.

He still wasn’t wielding that sort of power yet.

Or at least he didn’t think he was?

…He didn’t know.

And the power of oblivion was so incredibly dangerous that he couldn’t just play with it and test it against any random person.

Hopefully, an instance would come along where he would be able to safely chip away at the surface to everything buried underneath it.

Last of his concerns were his eyes.

The reason he never kept all five open at once was because of the pain it caused him.

Even as a baby, he knew he had to avoid it at all costs.

When they were open, he could see the full cosmos, instances of sex, sexuality, conquest, the inside of heaven and Eden, and Oblivion; all at once.

It was too much for even him.

It gave him a horrendously unspeakable headache, and made his eyes feel like they were going to bleed.

He wondered if he would ever be able to watch it all at once, or if a primordial being was even meant to wield all of these different concepts at the same time.

Perhaps the answers to those questions would come at a later time.

Or maybe they would never arrive at all.

But the more powerful Abaddon became, the more he began to feel like extreme knowledge was a bit overrated.

He was still a man who quite liked pleasant surprises after all.

“Ugh… headache…”

Finally, the young Courtney woke up on the chest of Abaddon and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

When her vision finally refocused, she found two of the most beautiful horned monstrosities she had ever witnessed.

“Sleep well?” Abaddon asked with a smile.

Courtney’s eyes widened.

“I understand this might be a bit of a shock, but- Ugck!”

Courtney suddenly jammed her fingers into the dragon’s mouth.

“Vovi, why are your teeth so white and sharp!? You’re like a vampire!”

“Uhh…” At this moment, Abaddon was remembering how much he disliked the dentist when he was younger.

“Is that eye of yours real? Can I poke it? Why are your tattoos moving???”

While Seras laughed to herself, Abaddon tried to answer all of little Courtney’s questions without accidentally nipping her with his teeth.

Only once her curiosity was sated did she realize that maybe probing someone who she had just met like this was just a little bit rude.

“Ah… I’m sorry.” She muttered.

Abaddon smiled as he ruffled her hair. “Why are you apologizing? I don’t mind your curiosity one bit.”

“You don’t…?”

“No. You can ask me whatever you like.”

Courtney lay on her back in the grass between Abaddon and Seras, and she held both of their hands as best she could due to the size difference.

“Is your name Abaddon or Vovi?”

“Abaddon. My enemies call me Vovin, not Vovi.”

“And what is your name?”

“I am Seras.”

“Are you two married?”

“”We are.””

“That’s nice… how did you meet?”

“She physically abused me to the point of near death.”

Courtney sat up in clear worry.

“Oh, it’s okay I asked her to.”

Those words didn’t exactly seem to make her any less concerned.

Seras discreetly snapped her husband’s ankle with her tail as she smiled harmlessly.

“H-He’s just making a joke! In truth, we met at his birthday party one year and it was love at first sight!”

Abaddon started to say ‘no the hell it wasn’t’ but he didn’t want his wife to break his other ankle so he kept quiet.

Seras was in a childlike form when he first saw her, and while he didn’t consider himself to be a man who was picky about women’s appearances, he strictly only liked women who looked, and were, of age.

His wife had basically just called him a lolicon and he didn’t like it.

Nonetheless, Courtney eventually lay back down and continued her questions.

And as time progressed, they became heavier and heavier.

“Mr. Abaddon… are you god?”

“I’m a god, but not the one you are referring to.”

“There are more than one..?”

“I guess you were a bit too young to learn about polytheistic religions, huh?”

“Poly… what?”

“I-I’ll just explain when you’re a bit older.”

Courtney thought about her next question for a moment before it eventually passed her lips.

“Are you the god… who made me sick?”

Abaddon and Seras’ heart skipped a beat from such a heavy question.

They both sat up and pulled the young girl into their combined laps as they hugged her warmly.

Seras: “No, he isn’t … and the one you’re referring to isn’t responsible either. You just had a bit of bad luck, sweetie.”

Abaddon: “But there’s an upside now.”

“Upside…?” She asked curiously.

“Yes, an upside.” Abaddon smiled. “Since your first life was no good, you are entitled to live a second, filled with more treasure and happiness than you can imagine. Or, you can go back to rest easy. Which would you like?”

Courtney seemed to think about it for a long time, and was constantly twirling her thumbs nervously.

“I…”