Chapter 610 An Agitated Mira

Chapter 610 An Agitated Mira

"Give it back, old man!"

"Old? Who do you think you're talking to, shrimp?!"

"You, geezer!"

"I'll show you a geezer! Come here you little brat!"

"L-Let me go or I'm telling mom!!"

Courtney was sitting at a small table in her bedroom; perfecting the time tested tradition of arts & crafts.

Her brother and father were supposed to be helping, but... it seemed like they had somehow devolved into practicing warfare instead.

On the floor, Abaddon had Straga locked in an arm bar that he couldn't have hoped to get out of even with divine interference.

"Cheater! You're too damn big for this!" Straga yelled.

"Stop all that damn cursing in front of your baby sister!"

"Damn!" Courtney giggled as she threw both hands in the air.

"See what you did??" Abaddon tightened his grip on Straga's arm even further.

"Argh, okay, okay , I'm sorry! Just give me my phone back, I want to text Monica! I promise I won't talk to her about the exam or your decision at all!"

"You texted her twice twenty minutes ago."

"T-Then I want to call her and hear her voice!"

"She's been awake for almost three weeks straight, son. You have to let her rest."

Straga couldn't refute the truth of that statement no matter how hard he tried.

"...Okay, y-you're right... Can I have my arm and phone back now?!"

"No. Suffer the consequences of badmouthing your father."

"Dad!"

"Don't 'dad' me."

While the boys were fighting, Courtney was still working on her paper skulls with Picasso-like focus.

Her masterpieces were almost complete, but there was still one final item missing that was holding back her work from perfection.

"Big Brother, can you make me some glitter??" She held out her hand.

"I-"

"Of course he can, little miss." Abaddon answered.

The dragon released his son for less than half a second before he picked him up by the ankle and held him up overhead.

He brought Straga over to the table where Courtney was sitting and gave him a light shake like he was searching for spare change in a pair of pants.

"Come on, make your sister some glitter." he smirked.

But Straga wasn't amused.

"I just want you to know that when you are senile, I'm going to make sure we stick you in the worst retirement home in the lamest backwater reality we can find."

"I have nothing to worry about then, kiddo. Being married to your mothers keeps me sharper than any blade."?Abaddon said proudly.

"Gross..."

Straga held out his hand and a full bottle of shiny silver glitter appeared on the table.

"Don't make a mess now, alright?" Abaddon urged gently. " And what do you say to your brother?"

"Thank you!" Courtney beamed in appreciation.

'So cute..' Straga thought. 'I wonder if the child Monica and I have will be-'

"What did I just hear you think??" Abaddon nearly fell over onto his back. "You're too young for that!"

If he were honest, he also knew that perhaps he should have pushed back against the newly proposed conditions.

And it is likely that he would have, were it not for one critical event taking place.

His accidental creation of a new timeline.

Abaddon's divinities, though extremely powerful, are easily controlled by him and kept contained.

Conquest? All he has to do is not fight and keep his malicious aura in check.

The Cosmos? Space, like a human body, basically functions on it's own with no real interference necessary on his part. (Unless he wishes to prevent or cause a disaster.)

Sexuality just requires that he make himself oblivious to the attraction others feel for him, as well as holding in his inner nature to make slaves of lust.

The hardest part of controlling the supernatural is just making sure that he doesn't create a new branch of lycanthrope in his sleep.

And heaven requires the least effort of all because it is synonymous with him.

But oblivion is so very different from the rest.

Abaddon doesn't understand this power, and thus doesn't possess a good grasp on it.

He erased an entire reality on accident, and he still had only barely scratched the surface of what he was capable of.

In the first morning where he woke up with Thrudd as his daughter, he felt like he had dodged a massive bullet.

Reality manipulation is tricky and uncertain thing even when you know what you are doing- Nevermind doing it in your sleep.

Things could have gone horribly wrong.

If he'd woken up to even one member of his family erased, missing, or dead, he would never forgive himself.

And if he were to accidentally harm his wives... the guilt would quite literally destroy him.

That small fear was enough to make Abaddon consider binding his own power.

So when Yesh came to him asking to renegotiate his restrictions, he didn't hesitate.

To him, it seemed like a decent solution to his persistent worry.

He'd even convinced his ever vigilant Lailah of such.

But seeing the reactions of his kids suddenly made him feel like he had been too hasty.

Perhaps this decision of his was a bit like placing a band-aid over an injury that needed surgical intervention.

'I should return Nyx's calls after all... maybe she can help me sort all of this out.' He thought.

-

In Gabbrielle's room, the family's loveable all-knowing princess was currently in bed like most everyone else.

A slender, white dragon the size of a Burmese python was curled up among a mass of stuffed animals while watching old sitcom reruns.

Suddenly, she lifted her head up from the pile of plushy companions and stared at her door with a dry gaze.

She couldn't explain why, but for some reason she felt like her calm, peaceful night was about to be disturbed...

'Better safe than sorry.'

She started to lock the door with her mind, but at that moment Mira came barging in while in the midst of a frenzied tantrum.

"Sister!"

'Curses...'

Mira threw herself right into Gabbrielle's bed and made it so that the two of them were staring eye to eye.

"You know how to get in contact with the old couple, right? Call them for me!" She demanded.

"What..?"

Mira suddenly held up a dagger made from ice and filed her own nails with it.

"That old man took dad's power and I'm going to make him give it back! And if he won't give it nicely, he's going to lose every finger he's got!"