First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 628: A Bold Action

Kalpavriksha is a divine tree similar in origin to that of the Nordic Yggrdrasil.

Both are world trees and saplings of the original tree of life which acts as Yesh's fulcrum.

Formerly located on earth, Indra stole away the Hindu world tree and relocated it to Svarga after humanity began using it's power to wish for evil acts.

He planted it within Mt. Meru peak within the middle of the five paradise gardens.

The divine tree has but one caretaker- Kamadhenu, the cow who bestows all needs.

Luckily, she does not reside here permanently, or else Indrani would have had to come up with some excuse as to why she was here.

As always, the sight of the tree was a truly awe inspiring experience, with its golden roots and silver trunk shining more brilliantly than any star in the sky.

It closely resembles a magnolia tree, but with bright coral leaves gemstone buds, and diamond fruit.

With haste, Indrani approached the enormous bejeweled tree and placed her hand upon it's bark.

"My sweet tree of miracles… Please bring me the dragon whom is the source of all fear. And bind him to me so that he will always be my devoted consort… Let there be no other women in his eyes but me."

For a moment the tree was still, with only it's leaves swaying in the mellow breeze.

But all of a sudden, it's leaves shimmered with a faint rainbow colored mist and a giant beam of light shot up into the sky.

Sure everyone would likely find out that she used the tree.

But in a few short minutes, it would hardly matter.

Because the strongest living creature in creation would be at her beck and call; blindly in love with her and willing to service her in whichever way she desired.

And with all that he will do for her, who would dare to be against her?

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In the middle of a lush and deep purple garden, the gods were being treated to a very elegant banquet.

Pastries and fruits of all kinds were being served on two long tables covered with white cloth.

Several of the gods already residing in Tehom were called to make an appearance and speak about their own experiences.

Among them was Yemoja, who was surrounded by not one, but four of her husbands for the first time in several months.

Obatala: "Gone for all of this time with no word of your whereabouts. Have you any idea how much you made us worry?"

Okere: "Have you discarded us to climb into the bed of a new lover..?"

Oko: "I had never thought so little of you…"

Erinle: "I would have rather you just asked us plainly for a separation…"

Yemoja chuckled melodically as she touched each of them on the face.

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"The relationship between Abaddon and I is nothing so lascivious. I have carried the thought… but ultimately I believe I delight in holding his reverence and friendship even more."

Among all of the gods that Abaddon knew, Yemoja was in a special class all her own.

Long before he met her, Imani told him stories about her quite frequently when he was a child.

She was a gentle goddess, and yet she wasn't a simple pushover either. It wasn't uncommon for her to fly into fits of wrath when scorned.

She belonged to a very special caste of primordial deities that wasn't a loner or overly focused on duty.

She was loving and quite passionate.

As such, Abaddon saw her as the closest definition of what a god should be.

It was the reason why he named the twins after her, as he hoped that they might embody some of her same aspects.

It made Yemoja feel quite honored, especially since there were none else who he saw in such a light.

Not even the creator and his wife.

Since she knew Abaddon had no other inclinations about her, she had already made her peace with the way things were.

Even primordial gods can't have everything that they want ALL the time.

'But perhaps… maybe there is something else out there for me. I'd like to get married again I believe, but I've yet to find anyone else interesting.'

In that moment, Yemoja's glowing blue eyes rolled back into her head.

This was her first divination in… she didn't even remember how long.

In it, she could see a man whom she neither knew or recognized.

Tall with long silver hair and nine furry tails swinging behind his back.

She just barely caught a glimpse of his face, but what she did see was quite enchanting.

As soon as her vision occurred, it disappeared.

Leaving her dazed, confused, and enamored.

"My wife… Was that a divination you had just now?"

"What could it possibly be about?"

"You haven't had one in centuries, dear."

Yemoja couldn't answer her husbands in that moment, because she was still just a bit too star-struck to respond clearly.

In the next second, Yemoja teleported over to Abaddon's table and tapped him on the back repeatedly.

"Hm? Yemoja-"

"Does your first son have any twin siblings by chance?"

"Huh?! No!"

"I see, I see… Is it possible that you have any other illegitimate childre-"

Abaddon covered the ocean goddess' mouth with his hand.

"Please… If you value my life, don't finish that question."

Bekka was seated right next to him, munching on a muffin with a new glare on her face.

Abaddon rubbed his temples to soothe the migraine that was forming.

"My friend… Why would you even ask me such a thing?"

"Because you said I was not allowed to marry any of your sons."

"Yes, because they're too young for you."

"I'll have to remind you that rhetoric is quite hypocritical when you predate creation and all of your brides do not."

"I will remind you again that I am only 39."

"That lie won't become fact no matter how often you tell it."

Abaddon rolled his eyes.

Bekka chose that moment to kiss her husband on the cheek and make a very inappropriate joke.

"Don't worry, honey, you'll always be my favorite Dilf / Sugar Daddy. And besides, since I'm already over 18, then I'm allowed to give my consen-"

"That's not funny!"

Despite his annoyance, both girls cackled heartily and made even him crack a smile.

Once he finally gave up on correcting them, he felt a halfhearted smile crack across his own face.

"So what is the reason why you've asked me all of these outlandish questions, hm? Have you been drinking too much already?"

"Well, you know how I've expressed my desire to take another husband."

"Another? I just brought you four."

"Anyway. I have had a vision just now. Of a man who I believe may be on my path. He looks quite similar to Apophis, but he is… softer. I need you to help me find him."

"Why do I have to do this?"

"He is too far for me to track on my own. And you know better than any how vast our multiverse is. Are you not searching for your own little needles within this haystack?"

Abaddon grimaced at the mention of the missing eldritch horrors who he still had yet to hear a peep about.

The former kings were still out there searching, but because they had to search every world, asteroid, and nebula in every corner of a universe, the whole thing was… time consuming.

"… Do I have to do this anytime soon? I wasn't planning to start up my match-making business until next year."

The Orisha goddess smiled warmly and gave her friend a 'playful' punch that dislocated his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, fine… come to the house after dark and we'll take a peek in the observatory."

"Thank you, Abaddon. As always, your generosity is your most handsome feature."

"Mhm, sure. Now go back to your husbands so that they can stop staring over here like someone's shit in their cereal."

Yemoja finally looked over her shoulder and realized that her men were definitely giving Abaddon some unkind looks.

She smiled helplessly at him and backed away to soothe the ire of the four men who she was already committed to.

Once she was gone, Abaddon sighed in apology and turned his attention back to the god whom he was speaking to beforehand.

"Sorry about that. It's quite rare of her to ask me for a favor of any kind."

"It's quite alright." Shiva waived one hand as he mused quietly to himself.

He was surprised at just how solid a bond Abaddon seemed to have formed with the gods who were already here.

Their standing was strange because it wouldn't be odd to label them prisoners of war.

And yet they had no restrictions, they were walking around un-monitored and weaving their own new chapters in the already rich tapestry that is their mythology.

It was really quite intriguing to see.

And it only further enhanced the good feelings already brewing around him.

It was so easy to doubt that this was the same man from all of the stories.

And maybe because they were both 'merciful' beings of destruction, they shared a common kinship.

Though Shiva admittedly had a hard time understanding Abaddon sometimes… probably because the dragon had a tendency to swap between modern English, dragonic, and something called 'Haitian creole' while he was speaking excitedly.

Even Shiva's brain had trouble keeping up.

However, once he was able to get a grasp on what Abaddon was saying, he realized that he was usually quite passionate about his wives, children, and even his people.

He had the vision, and determination to make the things he cared about go as far as they possibly could.

And he naturally imbued others with a loyalty that made them want to keep going even further.

"I believe… the gods are all quite wrong about you, my friend. I believe establishing a peace now will pave the way towards-"

Abaddon suddenly stood up dramatically and let his chair fall.

He and Bekka stared up into the sky together at the large rainbow colored comet that was falling from the lands above.

"What exactly is that…?" Bekka asked.

"I've no idea… but the feeling of it annoys me."

Abaddon opened his mouth impossibly wide and began charging flames in the the back of his throat.

However, before he could blow it away himself, a certain glow shone within Bekka's pants.

The rest of the wives who were scattered throughout the party all reappeared around him like they were on autopilot.

A blinding pink aura rose up from their bodies and merged within the sky.

From it's glow, an ethereal dragon was created from seemingly out of nowhere.

It was slender, beautiful and graceful, with ten distinctive heads and four pairs of wings of different origins.

The dragon quickly grew so large that it was able to meet the comet in the sky- and it roared furiously as it tore the entire thing apart with it's claws.

Abaddon looked on in stunned silence with a slack jaw and an erection the size of a lighthouse.

'I don't know what just happened but… I think I really, really, liked it.'