Chapter 458 Take It Away

Chapter 458 Take It Away

?458 Take It Away

At the same time that Abaddon was informing certain members of his family about the good news, the wives were back at home doing the same.

Erica stood out proudly in front of the wives as she showed the new rock on her hand to her new family.

Mira: "Wow..."

Sabine: "She really wore him down, huh..?"

Jasmine: "Even when I heard it from my sister, I didn't want to believe it..."

Straga: "Rock!"

A vein began to bulge in Erica's head that unhealthily red.

What was with all of these boring reactions?!

Couldn't someone atleast pretend to be excited for her??

It wasn't like she got married everyday, you know?

The only one who seemed to be even moderately happy about this development was baby Straga, who now looked to have grown to around three years old.

He still had a small bit of baby fat stored on him, but his abs remained in perfect condition and on display for the world.

The young boy waddled up to Erica giggling adorably and holding up both hands as he reached for the rock on her finger.

Erica looked like she was rather afraid to pick up the precious young boy for fear of making some mistake.

Caelum used to be this cute at one point in his life too. (A lie. Straga is the cutest of all.)

But now... he was a twisted and unrecognizable man who she felt responsible for creating.

Maybe it was because she had killed his father, or maybe it was just a result of the father she had chosen for him in the first place.

Or perhaps it was how she grew distant from Caelum as he started to get older and more closely resembled that man.

She would never be 100 percent certain of the true answer.

And because she would never know if the problem lie with her, she would be wary of touching certain parts of Abaddon's life.

After all, she saw her husband as something perfect and unblemished whom she also wanted to be perfect for.

She didn't want to come into his life and start breaking things.

While brewing in a silent storm of negativity, Erica felt a small pinch on her butt.

After spending so much time in her disconnected bedroom, she could recognize the touch of each one of her partners by their hands alone.

'L-Lisa?'

'Don't be so worried, Erica. Straga is your son too now, so you need to form a good relationship with him without letting yourself be bogged down by ghosts from the past.'

Lisa took the liberty of lifting up the small boy and handing him over to Erica without allowing her to refuse.

'Don't be worried about being perfect or always doing the right thing. For now, all you have to do is love him. The rest will take care of itself.'

Against all odds, Erica found herself getting just a tiny bit emotional.

Somehow, she already felt a connection with the young boy despite this being their first meeting.

Needless to say, all of the wives were surprised.

But because they knew that Gabbrielle of all people does not make useless requests, they held in their refusal until they were given substantial reason for this request.

"Peach... why would you ask us to do something like that?" Audrina asked worriedly.

"I... have been keeping a secret from you all. Father is not a 'cosmic god'. He is something far more important and devastating called an Aeon. They are beings of inconceivable power who exist on a higher plane of existence entirely.

Asherah implanted something within him called a fabled spark when he ascended, remaking him on every fundamental level."

Lailah: "I don't understand. Why must this information be kept from him?"

"Aeon's self-actualize. The moment that he has full knowledge over his powers and learns that he is not the same kind of existence as us, he will become transcendent, and he will have to ascend to the higher plane, where we cannot follow."

Gabbrielle lowered her head out of equal parts shame and grief.

"I... have been teaching him as little as possible to belay that future for as long as possible, but he is already learning too much too fast.

If he uses this ability to have unlimited time at his disposal then he will grow at a rate that I cannot control, and he will be gone from our lives."

"Why? Why does he have to leave?!" Erica, like the rest of the wives, was on the verge of tears.

"Aeons are true, divine beings. Their bodies contain whole worlds, realities, galaxies, and alternate dimensions. They are their own everything.

We are already living inside of an aeon at right this moment, and one aeon will not tolerate the existence of another inside of them, as it will be seen as some sort of attempt to usurp.

The moment father learns exactly what he is, he will be effectively 'spit out'."

Lillian: "If I'm right the our aeon would be.."

"The creator, yes."

Valerie : "Well he's been around here before, right? Shouldn't he be in the higher plane?"

"We're inside of him, mother. He can establish a remenant of his identity to come and go as he pleases. Although the fact that he has remained at his fulcrum for so long is rather concerning."

Eris: "But if all of this is his doing, then why did he and our husband have that fight so long ago, and how was Abaddon able to wound him??"

"In the same manner that a human body can turn on itself and develop cancer, or a weapon smith can be killed by the gun he creates.

Evidently, the creator put so much power into father at first that he was able to wound him despite not being like him."

In a rare display of affection, Gabbrielle hugged her birth mother tightly, and squashed her face into her breasts.

"I don't know why Asherah gave father a spark.. and I do not care. The plane of the all mighty's is a perilous one, and I would prefer not to see father embroiled in it at all. You must keep him from fully realizing himself and creating mediae."

Tatiana: "Mediae?"

"The union of Aether and Nether. When the two opposing forces are fused together harmoniously, a new reality will be born. After that... it will be too late to go back."

Seras and the rest of the wives looked at each other with worried looks on their face.

After hearing everything, their daughter's plea to remove Abaddon's memory did not seem so blasphemous anymore.

Rather, it seemed like a necessity.

However, that didn't make the bad taste in their mouths go away.

Each of the girls had total and unrestricted access to their husband's mind and feelings, just as he did theirs.

They didn't want to take away a memory that could give him an edge, as they always wanted him to be the best version of himself that he could.

But if they didn't take away the memory, the chances of Abaddon using the power to grow even faster than he was now was almost a certainty.

Whether they liked it or not, there was no way to avoid this unfortunate turn of events.