Chapter 481 The Game’s Conclusion

Chapter 481 The Game’s ConclusionChapter 481 The Game’s Conclusion

Silence persisted in the locker room for so long that the referee just quietly excused himself.

Asmodeus shot his son the closest thing to a hateful glare that he could muster.

He brushed past Abaddon roughly while making his way towards the tunnels.

His fingertips paused just shy of gripping the door and opening it.

"As your father, and not your general... I am asking you not to do anything stupid. For my sake, and the sake of your mothers."

Asmodeus left the locker room immediately after saying his piece and left Abaddon and Ayaana among the field of sleeping teammates.

The wives glanced at their husband out of the corner of their eye, uncertain of how exactly he was feeling.

They gingerly pushed his hair out of his line of sight and spoke to him much more softly than normal.

"Honey... are we still sure that we're doing the right thing..?"

Abaddon's resolve didn't waver.

"Yes... we are. We have a duty to our people, darling. Their safety is priority."

"Of course... but we still have to remember that we aren't the only people in the world who want the best for each other."

"But we alone are the ones with enough power to do what needs to be done without suffering adverse consequences, love."

Ayanna sighed as she slid her tattooed fingers along her husband's face intimately.

"That may be true, but it doesn't make our soldiers useless. If we were going to just do everything ourselves, then why did we even bother to raise an army at all?"

Abaddon wanted to answer, but Ayaana sealed his lips with a kiss before he could.

No matter the amount of times they kissed or slept together, every physical experience they had felt just as tantalizing as the first, and Abaddon felt his problems and apprehension fading away.

Ayaana pulled away before he could stop her and she offered him a small smile that promised there would be more later.

...He couldn't wait for later!

"We can talk more about this when we get home if you like. Perhaps in the hot tub?"

"That... sounds nice." He admitted.

The girls split and allowed Eris to separate before they blew the two of them a kiss and disappeared in a burst of mist.

Abaddon prepared to wake the team up when a very familiar scent entered his nose.

Looking over his shoulder, he found Discordia wide awake with her hand in her pants.

"...What the fuck are you doing, shrimp?"

"D-Don't ask questions, just call that woman back in here and kiss her some more... I just want to watch."

""Do we look like prostitutes to you?""

"That's not a question you want me to answer."

Abaddon and Eris glared at the strife goddess hatefully and she finally pulled her glistening hand out of her pants.

"Buzzkills..."

""Get on the field!!""

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After the roller coaster of a day that he'd had, Abaddon couldn't tell Jasmine how much he appreciated her words at this time.

Instead of saying anything, he took her hand as the two of them lay on the ground and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You're exactly like your mother without even trying... she has done an excellent job with you and your sister. And I thank you for finding me worthy enough to walk alongside the three of you."

Jasmine smiled imperceptibly without saying a word.

No matter how many times she talked to her father-in-law, she would never get over just how gentle and kind he could be.

It was honestly very hard to imagine that this was the same dragon who had the heavens trembling at the mere mention of his name.

"But, we still have a little problem..." Abaddon suddenly said.

"H-Huh..?"

Abaddon rolled over and flashed the red haired young woman a playful and all knowing smile.

"Since your mother and I have gotten married, it means that her position is technically Grand Marshall. Which means that the Scarlet Legion is in need of a new General..."

Jasmine felt her eyes become as big as the tires on a car and she practically fainted in the grass.

Sitting up, her reddish face showed clear and understandable confusion and disbelief.

"Y-You're not honestly suggesting that-"

"Hm? No, of course not."

"Whew..."

"I wasn't suggesting, I was more so giving you notice. When we go home tonight, Erica will officially start educating you to succeed her. Congratulations, Jazzie."

Jasmine looked like she was bordering on crying, then jumping up and down, and then crying all over again.

She was so elated, she didn't even care about the conclusion of the game anymore.

Just the weight and meaning of those words meant everything to her.

The mother that she had idolized her whole life would be officially handing over her position to her.

She had finally been found worthy of her utmost respect and trust.

Truly, there was no better feeling than this one.

Wiping her face of tears, she threw herself at Abaddon and gave him the strongest hug that she could muster.

"I'm not mad at you for beating me anymore."

"Is that the truth?"

"No, but this is helping tonumb it bit."

"Hahahaha!"

Abaddon hugged Jazzie back, and the two of them basked in the crowds roars and cheers for their monarch.

*The Announcer* : "I am still absolutely stunned folks... If anyone could have done it, of course it had to be him.

Who else would be capable of forcing a fumble with only 30 seconds left and running back the ball a full seventy yards to the end zone.

But as we pan the camera over to the two captains, we see that it never really mattered. This is what it's all about, folks. Family, and the love of the game.

This concludes Sheol's first annual Dragon Bowl with a score of 21-17. From the announcer's booth, this has been Mortimer Aegis and Lucien Whitescale, signing off."