Chapter 439 Working Things Out

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Chapter 439 Working Things Out

Kanami gave her brother a reassuring pat on the back as he rubbed his temples in an attempt to make sense of the cruel reality that he had fallen into.

"Thank you, sister... you are the one part of this ordeal that still makes any sense." Trace the roots of this material to novelb!n•

"Why the hell are you acting as if I've just turned your entire world upside down?!"

Abaddon peered through exhausted eyes at the sight of his father sitting between his two mothers.

*Sigh*

"Stop acting like you're depressed!"

Abaddon ran his hands through his hair that he was already on the verge of pulling out.

"I just do not understand this... why in the creator's name would you choose him?"

"I can still hear you, you prick!"

Imani smiled softly as she unclenched Asmodeus' fist so that she could interlock her hand with his.

"Your father is a very wonderful man, and he takes very good care of me. He makes me laugh..."

'Clowns often have that effect...'

"He makes me feel fulfilled..."

'So does college..'

"And I think most importantly... we were able to bond over our shared love of you."

This time, Abaddon could not muster up any sort of unfriendly remark and was relegated to only sitting in silence.

Truth be told, he wasn't really all that upset about this arrangement, but he was certainly shocked enough that he needed a moment to process all of this.

His eyes swiveled towards the other side of the couch where his other mother was sitting quietly.

"And you just... went along with this? You have no words of complaint??"

"None at all. Does that surprise you, dear?"

"More than you realize..."

"I guess I can understand that." Yara said honestly. "But I don't know what to tell you, darling.

Things just sort of happened like this. It's new and exciting but none of us are just looking at this as some sort of off handed fling, you know?

We are all sincerely trying to take care of each other the best that we can, and there really isn't much else to say about it. So can you be happy for us?"

Abaddon was a sucker for sincere requests from his family, and his mother was not an exception to this rule.

But even if he weren't wired the way he was, he still would not have stood in the way of anyone's chance at happiness, since he was quite the hopeless romantic himself.

If his parents were truly capable of getting along together with no jealous feelings or negativity being harbored, then he was all for it.

Even if he did think Asmodeus was an idiot who got lucky with two of the most wonderful women in the realms.

"I can. As long as you all are happy, you will hear no words of complaint from me."

Asmodeus smiled proudly. "You know I will take care of them, son. You have no need to worry."

"I know I don't because if you hurt them I will kill you."

A vein immediately bulged in the former demon lord's forehead. "I don't think I can die anymore, but you are welcome to try."

"That is always your problem, old man. You lack creativity. How are you going to know if you can die when you have hardly tried everything I have in min-"

It started with Bekka raving to the group about how much she missed traditional southern American barbecue with all of the fixings on the side and ended with them moving upstairs to the rooftop garden for their own spin on a summer block party.

Complete with music, laughter, and alcohol strong enough to knock the panties off a nun.

And because there were three babies at the event, they were one of the main focal points.

Yamaja was sure that between herself, her twin, and Straga, they must have had their cheeks nibbled upon an excess of 2,000 times.

It was a miracle that she still had any cheek meat left!

'Damn it... not even that stupid brother of mine cared when I told him who I was. I hate this!'

"How did we end up here...?" Yamaja asked as she flopped onto her back in exhaustion.

"Our new bodies are still rather childlike and haven't fully caught up to our new power yet. Mother said we had to go 'night-night'." (Lailah)

"T-Those...! T-They..! I can't stand those sexed up, overly hovering, fake-"

"...Why don't you like us?"

Yamaja didn't seem to be expecting her sister to ask such a question as that one out of the blue, and her angry rant fell short.

"I-I don't know why you ask something like that.."

"Mothers and father are so sweet to us and they give us all of the love that we could ask for. Why do you still speak badly of our family?"

"T-This is YOUR family, not mine. I neither need nor want it since I've already had my own and I didn't particularly enjoy it. I'm not interested in playing pretend with them."

Using her little body, Yamaja floated out of her crib and waddled all the way to the terrace doors on the opposite side of their room.

The closer she got, the more her body changed.

She became taller, more beautiful, and her teal hair fell below her buttocks.

Heaven help her on the day that Mira saw her younger sister's appearance, because Yamaya actually had curvature on her body.

Luckily, the little dress she wore as a child adjusted to fit her teenage form, although it was a bit more... skimpy than Abaddon would have liked.

The day he saw her in it would certainly be the day that he fell over and died of a self inflicted heart attack.

Briefly, Yamaja saw her new appearance in a mirror on the other side of the room and she had no choice but to stop and marvel.

'Shit... I really am that brat's daughter.'

The one of a kind looks that could only come from the incarnation of desire itself certainly screamed loud and clear that she was a Tathamet child.

"Whatever... it doesn't change- KYAA!"

Just as Yamaja was about to throw open the doors and leap off the balcony, she was suddenly tackled from behind and brought to the ground.

"W-What are you doing, you beast?!"

Staring back at Yamaja was another young girl who looked nearly identical to her.

The only difference was, her skin was a bit darker and she had a more benevolent, yet still intense look in her golden eyes.

In addition, the shared tattoos across her body were in different places.

"I will not allow you to leave here and make our family sad. Clearly your problem lies with me, so we are going to talk about it right here, right now."

"Yea right! Get off of me little-"

Yamaya sat on top of her sister's stomach with her full weight and folded her arms stubbornly.

"ACK! Okay, okay, I yield! Get off of me fatass!"

Yamaya stubbornly pulled in moisture from the air to give herself more weight. "Four more minutes for calling me fat..."

"NOOO! I'm sorry!!"