First Demonic Dragon

- A few days later…

It hadn't been very long since Nyx moved into the Tathamet home, but she was already quite fond of it.

As a primordial goddess, she was almost always bored.

She was constantly looking for new ways to entertain herself and make eternal existence seem much more appealing than it actually was.

A few of her variants had managed to achieve something stimulating, but this was perhaps the first time she'd personally had this level of excitement.

Everyday was a new opportunity to laugh, deepen her bonds with everyone in the house, and learn more about dragon culture.

But today, she wasn't getting to do any of those things.

Because as of right now, she was sitting on the kitchen counter; day drinking with Erica, Thea, and Imani.

Together, the four of them were watching Abaddon and Jasmine as they lost their minds in front of the television.

The duo were watching a broadcast from his original earth- an event they would describe as 'A national tragedy'.

TV Announcer: "And that's another touchdown for *redacted* bringing the score up to 14-23 to end the second quarter."

Abaddon: "BULLSHIT!"

Jasmine: "This can't be fucking happening… They wouldn't dare play like this after last week…"

""WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?""

Abaddon and Jasmine were finally unable to contain their rage any further and exhaled twin streams of flame at the television.

Destroying it, the wall, and even putting a giant hole in the house.

"Does he… get like this often?" Nyx asked the group of women.

""Yes."" Erica and Lisa responded in unison.

"Then he steals my wife from me and the two of them just start to feed off each other… I hate football season." Thea grumbled. frёeωebɳovel.com

"You haven't seen anything yet though… just wait." Imani smirked.

Nyx didn't know what she meant, but she would soon learn when the hole in the wall and the television both regenerated themselves.

Since the game was at halftime, Abaddon and Jasmine rewound the game at 12 times the speed.

They began rewatching plays and calling out blatant mistakes as if they were watching film in an actual locker room.

Abaddon: "This shit is ridiculous, it's like these linemen are having sex in the dark. They're filling the wrong god damn holes."

Jasmine: "Look at all the time the other team's quarterback has in the pocket here. He could've renewed his license at the DNovelFire and listened to Queresha's new album if he wanted to."

Abaddon: "You see this mess? Slipping and sliding all across the damn terf because he's easily influenced by backfield motion. Just like his father at the strip club."

Jasmine: "The ball carrier is like inflation and everyone else is U.S. wages. See how they can't catch up??"

Abaddon: "I just don't understand why we can't stop these damn rushing plays. Everytime I look up someone is running right through our holes like a spicy chicken sandwich."

Jasmine: "We have a seventeen year old reciever quicker than unprotected sex and we aren't utilizing him at all. Daddy Nicky would've never let this happen."

Abaddon: "He would have took back all those NIL checks and muscle car keys and made everyone walk back home."

Jasmine: "Straight like that."

Abaddon and Jasmine finally let out twin sighs as they clinked their beer cans together and threw back the alcohol to ease their pain.

The game went by like that for another hour, with the pair sharing joy, despair, anger, and of course, anxiety.

So much crippling anxiety…

Nyx was incredibly stunned by the organic nature of the two's interactions.

She considered learning this game herself to better understand exactly what the two were talking about, but she found watching the two of them to be much more intriguing.

Suddenly, she had such an ingenious idea that she wondered why no one had ever considered it before.

"You know, if you two like this sport so much and have so much knowledge on it, why don't you coach your own team for a season?"

Electricity seemed to shoot through the room.

Abaddon and Jasmine slowly turned to stare at each other; their eyes already glittering with possibility.

Nyx giggled. "Have you two seriously not considered- AH!"

Suddenly, the night goddess was pulled by her hair onto the ground.

Erica, Lisa, and Thea all placed their hands around her small neck like they were trying to strangle her.

Lisa: "W-What did you go and do that for, you idiot?! You're violating our unspoken girl code!"

Erica: "Have you any idea just how much time a job like that takes up?? He's supposed to use that freedom to smooch on us!"

Thea: "Babe gets way to crazy about this stuff already! If she starts a coaching job on top of the one she already has then she will probably never make time to fuck me again and that is absolutely not an option!!"

Now, ordinarily a woman faced down with not just one, but three irate dragons would be extremely frightened in this situation.

But Nyx was far from most women.

"Kekekeke. Sorry girlies, but if I have to endure a forced dry spell, then that means we all do. In terms of girl code, it's only fair, right?"

From that point on, Imani kind of just watched as the girls beat on Nyx just a tad.

They likely would have continued their rampage if 'something' in the air didn't capture everyone's attention.

A smile formed on Abaddon's face before he heard something that immediately dashed it away.

TV Announcer: "And there is your final score folks, in the upset of the century, number one goes down to a completely unranked team with a score of 35-40!"

The silence was absolutely deafening.

"Jazzie? Baby boy? Are you two alright?" Imani asked as she tried to hide her amusement.

Abaddon stood up slowly with his face hidden behind a curtain of hair.

"Yes, we're find, mother… Now, I'm going to go and see my daughter, and then Jazzie and I are going to eviscerate the entire state of Tennessee."

-

Abaddon opened the door to Mira's bedroom and was hit full on by a wave of chilling frost.

His daughter's bedroom was usually a mess, but now it was absolutely covered in a layer of white ice and snow.

The source of this sudden change of weather was the large egg that had been placed in the middle of her room- just at the foot of her bed.

Cracks had formed along the glossy white shell, and it had begun to break away to reveal a shining blue light from within.

Abaddon felt the rest of his wives and even Thea appear in the room with him; and they all watched in wonder as the last bits of shell fell away.

Now, the group could see a thin figure kneeling on the floor; shimmering with raw power and vitality.

When she looked up, Abaddon exhaled the sigh of relief he'd been keeping tightly locked within his chest the whole time.

His baby was still his baby, just… more mature-no, refined.

Mira looked more graceful than many noble ladies who had grown up in high society all of their lives.

She had grown dramatically in height, now standing at around 6'5, and she would no doubt be even taller when she finally stopped growing.

Previously, though she spent a lot of time training and exercising, her body never became toned like her big sister's, or even some of her mothers.

But now, she has begun to show some real sign of muscle definition on her arms and legs. And even though she still didn't have a fully defined six pack, she was well on her way to it.

Her hair had turned almost 90% white, with just a few lingering streaks of black. Perhaps even without control of herself, Mira still retained a burning desire to be like her father.

This was further evidenced by the fact that one of her eyes was brightly golden, and the other was it's own unique icy blue.

She had a chillingly calm regality to her that was practically night and day of her former chaotic persona.

Abaddon draped a blanket over his young daughter and kneeled down so that the two of them were almost eye-level.

He didn't say anything, but he did hug her tightly and run his fingers through her hair.

These past few days had really reminded him how much he disliked having a quiet house. He felt better when his children were around to make things more lively and fun.

"…Daddy, have you been crying?" Mira suddenly asked.

"That's irrelevant, sweetheart."

"Okay."

Eris and the rest of the girls also came over and began petting the young girl's hair as well.

"Mira darling, are you well? No bad feelings anywhere?"

Mira checked her soul and her body very quickly. She was as powerful as she had ever been, but there was something that was still amiss.

"Mommy… I still don't have any boobs.." She poked out her bottom lip.

Eris and the rest of the girls couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Mira didn't know why anyone was laughing, because she wasn't joking.

It looked like she was still going to have to spend a little more time as a flat chested phenom.

"Come on, sweetie." Valerie helped her up. "Let's get you dressed and then we can…"

Suddenly, that earlier electric feeling seemed to increase exponentially.

Abaddon's smile from earlier returned in full.

"Looks like things will finally be getting back to normal around here again.."