Aubrey was sure when she first laid eyes on Abaddon that he was going to kill her.
And her family.
And... everything.
It was undoubtedly the single most horrifying moment of her entire life.
She had never even imagined in all of her wildest dreams that there would be an entity that could make her feel that hopeless.
And now, she was watching that very same entity sit on the couch with her brother as the two of them seemingly had a rather heated argument.
" ...What?! The state fair is garbage! Whenever I went I was always worried about getting shot!"
"That's because you were chunky. If you were skinny like me you could have just weaved through the bullets and ate your funnel cake at the same time."
"...How did you know I was going there for funnel cake?"
"We just established that you were fat, Unc. What else would you have been going for?"
Aubrey rubbed her eyes slowly to make sure that she wasn't imagining things that weren't there due to her weariness.
No matter how many times she thought about it... this really was too big of a disparity between her initial impressions and reality.
"Are you feeling a bit better now..?"
Aubrey looked to her side and finds the beautiful Jasmine staring at her attentively.
"I'm, uhm, fine..." She blushes slightly. "A little mortified about causing such a scene, but I more or less feel like I'll be able to get over it in the next eight years or so.."
Jasmine chuckled as she pushed a stray hair out of Aubrey's eyeline. "Well, I'll ask you again everyday until then, how does that sound?"
Aubrey was beginning to feel moderately awkward here.
She didn't know how her brother did this! Having more than one woman show interest in you at a time is far too much strain to place on one's heart!
As if Thea wasn't bad enough on her own, she married three more women who all seemed to have it in their mind that they had to have Aubrey and Aisha in their hands by any means necessary.
Even now, Aubrey could see Aisha being chatted up by the toned fate goddess and blushing like a tomato. She wasn't in any position to come save her.
Because do you want to know the worst part of this whole thing?? It was
"Oh? You should've brought her then." Abaddon chuckled.
Malachi paused just shy of raising his glass to his lips again.
He looked at Abaddon's face and blinked just a couple of times.
"...Yea, I don't think so."
Somehow, Abaddon felt like he had been discriminated against, but he couldn't say that he didn't see it coming.
"Hey, boy! Are those trinkets of yours just for show or what?!"
A gruff, abrasive voice called out to Malachi- and for some reason the tension that wasn't present in the room at first seemed to multiply.
Even though his eyes were half shut, Malachi starred through blurred vision at another muscular tattooed man. Continue reading stories on mvl
Like Abaddon, he had dark brown skin and a muscular physique, but he was around six inches shorter.
His hair was orange colored and spiky, with two dark horns pointing up towards the ceiling.
His eyes were burning red with black sclera encircling his uncanny pupils.
Malachi could tell just by staring at him. This individual was unspeakably fucking dangerous.
Well, only to him and the girls it seemed.
All of the other men in the room started throwing popcorn and chips at the muscular brute while hurling obscenities.
"Uncle..." Abaddon glowered dangerously.
Abaddon's Father: "Cut the shit, brother."
Abaddon's Son-in-Law: "Stop ruining the mood everytime we get together, you fucking freak."
Abaddon's Best Friend: "He's a kid, Satan. Have some fucking tact for once in your immortal life."
The orange haired man stood up amidst the hail of salty snacks.
"What?! I can't test the waters a little bit?! If the kid walks in here with godslayer weapons on his wrists, then I should be allowed to ask about them!"
Malachi looked down at the shiny bracelets he always wore.
For some reason, he got the feeling that instead of protecting him, they were about to get him in even more trouble.