Chapter 597 A Chat In The Aisle

Chapter 597 A Chat In The Aisle

Inside of Abaddon's favorite butcher shop, the dragon god was browsing through a row of alcohol looking for something that everyone could drink.

To celebrate Abaddon finally waking up, his battle in Asgard and the resurrection of his grandparents and Uncle, the Tathamet family was having a large feast tonight.

Normally, when cooking the group just use Eris' and Valerie's powers to make any food that they might need, but with them still in the garden abusin- I mean, chatting with Sif, no one wanted to disturb them.

As such, Abaddon had been invited to come out grocery shopping with the same daughter he'd been avoiding.

"Dad, you're seeming a bit sluggish today. Are you alright?"

"No, of course not, Thrudd-"

"There, right there! Since when do you call me by my name!?"

"Since your mother gave it to you..?"

"My name is Thruddie and I will accept nothing less!"

"You're making a lot of demands for someone who won't even walk on their own."

Thrudd looked appalled from atop her position on Abaddon's back.

Never once had he complained or even said a word about giving her a piggy back ride before, but now he was suddenly acting as if it were odd?

It didn't sit right with her at all.

This compared with the cold way he'd been acting today had made her feel a bit downtrodden.

"...Are you mad at me?"

Abaddon paused at the drop of a hat when he heard that question.

It was simple, but it brought with it an entire wellspring of memories.

He used to ask his human parents that a lot.

There were times when they would glare at him for simply existing, and in his attempt to correct himself and appease them somehow, the words would just fall out of his mouth.

'Are you mad at me?'

Funnily or rather unfunnily enough, if they weren't upset with him before, just asking the simple question seemed to set them off.

What ensued afterwards was usually never pretty, and always ensured he ended up in Imani's arms that night.

Abaddon had to stop his head from hanging low as he put down the bottle he had grabbed so that he could place his hand over his daughter's.

"Of course I'm not mad at you, Thruddie. Just having a bit of a long day is all, but it has nothing to do with you."

"...Is it about Mom?" she asked quietly.

"Partially." he admitted after a brief silence.

"...You guys aren't getting back together, huh?"

"I'm afraid not... We've already had our chance and things just didn't work out."

Abaddon didnt say the last part of his sentence, which was that he needed to find a way to remove Sif's crest so that she wasn't lusting after him so frequently.

"I'll always love your mother, you understand that, right?" He asked as he squeezed her hand.

"Sure..."

Thrudd slipped down from Abaddon's back sadly and left the isle and him behind.

He watched her sit down at a little seating area by the window and pulled out a pair of headphones before pulling them over her ears.

Courtney was also seated at the table waiting patiently, and Thrudd absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair as she watched her draw a picture.

Abaddon covered his hand with his face and dropped his head in exhaustion.

As he cursed himself for his blunder, a familiar and unexpected voice played in his head.

'She resembles you almost to a tee... It is quite miraculous what your powers are capable of, Tathamet.'

"I hope you haven't come to make me feel even more guilty, old man... My head is already ringing like mad."

'Oh? Might need to put down that bourbon then, eh?'

Abaddon removed his hand from his face and stared at the new visitor who had appeared in the aisle next to him.

"Speaking of being in hands... Any chance you can remove the crest on Sif?"

'Hm? No.' Yesh waived his hand dismissively.

"...Is that a 'no I can't' or 'no I won't'?"

'Can't.'

"You are literally all-powerful and as grand as the human imagination, but you can't remove a single magical crest?"

'I'm sorry, would you want the matrimonial bonds between you and your partners to be malleable by the hands of any higher dimensional being whenever they wanted?'

"...No."

'That's what I thought. Hence the reason Asherah adjusted your crests to be permanent and incorruptible.'

"What? When'd she do that??"

'The night you hit puberty and your blood inherited your father's power.'

Abaddon was starting to feel that headache coming back."Why'd none of you ever tell me this?"

'You didn't ask.'

"Why would I ask if- Nevermind..." Since they were on a positive roll, Abaddon elected to just keep going instead of continuing to argue with the old man. "Then what am I supposed to do about Sif?"

'Do you want to have sex with her?'

Abaddon didn't know if the answer to that question was simple.

He knew he and his ex-wife were very sexually compatible, so of course he enjoyed sex with her.

But she was nothing compared to his Ayaana.

All ten of those women had his complete heart and his body literally seemed to scream for them when they were apart.

He didn't feel like it was right to give himself to someone who he didn't value nearly as much as he did them.

It cheapened a pure act and turned it into something more craven and depraved.

"...It's complicated." He admitted.

'I understand.' Yesh nodded. 'But you of all people should know that actions like that are distasteful when they are forced.'

"Of course I do, but I also do not want her to crave me to the point of physical debilitation. She needs to be relieved."

Yesh looked like he had something to say, but at that moment Courtney came running up to her father with her picture fully colored in.

"Daddy, look! It's us!"

The young girl held up a crudely drawn photo of what looked like a man and a young girl standing on a mountain of skulls with their weapons raised triumphantly overhead.

Most parents would be concerned, and understandably so, but Abaddon found it to be rather cute.

But then again, he was the kind of dad who believed that his daughters could do very little wrong in the first place.

"That's great, little miss. I just wish I looked that good in real life." He joked.

"It's okay, daddy! You still look decent to me!"

It had been so long since someone had attempted to imply that Abaddon was average in looks that he couldn't help but laugh at the nostalgia.

He lifted Courtney into his arms and prepared to introduce her to Yesh.

But to his surprise, the creator was already gone.

He felt a small weight get added to his pocket that wasn't previously there, and reached his hand inside to investigate.

Surprisingly, what he found was a small white card with just a few short words on it.

'You do not need my guidance or anyone else's in this matter.

Simply make the decision you can live with, and let all pieces fall where they may.

Everything else will work itself out eventually.

And remember that above all else that you are a good man.

Whatever path you should walk, do not take that knowledge away from yourself.'