Chapter 550 Meeting Sif

Chapter 550 Meeting Sif

When Abaddon stepped down from Bagheera, Sif realized just how tall he was.

Thor was three quarters giant and stood at exactly eight feet tall, and Abaddon was only a little bit shorter than him.

But where Thor had a more rotund and jolly figure, The Father of All Monsters was cut like marble, and as sharp as a blade.

Underneath the weight of his distrustful gaze, Sif clenched her fists until they bled to prevent herself from backing away.

She didn't realize that it hadn't worked and she had been taking two steps back everytime he took one.

'What is your issue with me?' She meant to ask.

However, before she could get that words out, Demeter suddenly grabbed Abaddon's wrist from behind.

Instantly, the terse and unfriendly demeanor he wore was replaced by a much more simple and unassuming one.

"Hm? What's wrong, Dem-Dem?"

"I told you I don't like that name..."

"It's too late, it's already saved in my phone."

"You could always change it..."

"Why would I do that? I think it fits, don't you Legba?"

Papa Legba snickered into his tea and chose not to comment for fear of enduring the goddess's wrath at a later time.

"You are wearing my gift..." she muttered.

Abaddon looked down at the belt he wore across his midsection and smiled. "I meant to thank you properly, but I'm sure you know that things got a little complica-"

"I love you."

Bagheera: "Groh..." (Oh shit, this bitch has lost it.)

Papa Legba: *Choked coughing*

Sif: "W-Wha...?!"

Abaddon looked like someone who had been caught with his pants down in the middle of a crowd.

"Demeter-"

"No more Dem-Dem?"

"Don't joke... maybe this isn't the right time for us to be having this-"

"I don't care about the setting. I have been silent for too long already, and I won't waste more time. Even if I am to be rejected, I still want to say how I feel honestly."

Abaddon had never felt so awkward in his life.

He looked toward Bagheera for help, but found the large beast sitting on its hind legs and watching with great interest.

'Useless beast!'

'Say what you want, boss. This is better than primetime television!'

Ignoring his mount for now, Abaddon instead smiled sadly at Demeter as he lowered his head.

"I'm sorry... I cannot accept your feelings."

"...Can you tell me why?"

"I already have my eternity. And besides... you do not love me, you lust for me. I'm aware that Greeks famously have a hard time discerning the difference, but I can assure you it is there."

Abaddon's attempt at humor only seemed to halfway land with Demeter.

"I.. see." The goddess lowered her head to the ground and tried to force a smile onto her face.

"You should know... I value your friendship quite a bit. You have been a true friend to me since I've known you." Abaddon was continuously trying to soften the blow however he was able.

Demeter looked up at Abaddon, and he could see small tears forming in her eyes.

"Thank you... but you should know that sometimes your friendship is more of a burden than a blessing."

Sif repeatedly kicked at Abaddon's muscular legs in an attempt to inflict any kind of damage on him at all.

But of course, she only ended up hurting herself in the process.

She bruised and even fractured her legs from the repeated kicking, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Stop." Abaddon's eyes glowed red as he siphoned every drop of Sif's wrath and left her incapable of fighting back.

He exhaled from deep with his lungs and a wave of golden Aether passed over her body.

Miraculously, the blood and bruises on her legs healed as if they were never there, but Sif was not the least bit grateful.

Her head hung as low as possible as she continued to cry, with her voice so quiet that it was barely a whisper.

"I.. hate you.."

"For what? Raising the child you left behind while you played house with the thunder god? Or for killing the man who beat and starved her day in and day out?"

"You are a liar... he wouldn't do that... not my kind Joel... you killed him because you are a beast... Denying him even the dignity of an afterlife... I will curse you with my last breath."

Abaddon's eyes narrowed.

Since he was still reeling from the loss of his friendship with Demeter, he wasn't in the mood to be talked down to.

He started to lash out, but at the last second he remembered his precious baby girl, and the sincere request that she asked of him.

Finally, he put Sif down and let her fall to the floor.

"So... you want to hear from someone trustworthy then? That's fine."

Papa Legba couldn't explain why, but for some reason he got a chill and the hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up.

Bagheera entered a similar state.

No one knew where or when, but at some point a large, ominous door appeared in the air above their heads.

The doors creaked open and revealed something indescribable to the mortal mind.

To the best of their abilities, Sif and Papa Legba would recall it as nothing.

True oblivion and inconceivability.

Except for one small thing.

They could see a single person just on the other side of the door.

"P-Please let me out! I don't want to stay in the dark anymore, I can't take it!!!"

Sif's tears flowed harder.

Papa Legba scratched his head in confusion.

"Abaddon... what is this?"

The dragon looked over his shoulder sleepily at the loa.

"She said she didn't believe me, so I asked a favor of someone who she could trust."

"But you said-"

"Right... we haven't talked in a while. I have become Oblivion, old man.

I sit above destruction, above death, above the end. I am the final destination of all things.

Whatever has been erased, I alone can bring back.

Whoever has been ended, I alone can make them begin again.

Anything that is forgotten, I will always remember."

Sif was listening to Abaddon's description of what she was seeing just like the loa did, and she was even more shocked than him.

With a voice like a mouse, she hesitantly called out to the being above.

"Joel...?"