Chapter 636: A Messy Divorce

At a certain point, Indra stopped being able to hear Bekka's words.

He was only aware of her lips moving; and the feeling of his own bile rising in his chest from an upset stomach.

It all had to be a lie.

Sure, he and his wife had been unfaithful to each other over the course of a few centuries, but there was no breach of trust this egregious between them.

Indrani wouldn't do that to him.

It just wasn't in her nature.

Was he being misled?

Perhaps this was all one big ploy and he was being lied to right now- along with everyone else here.

It would be nice if that were the case.

He could fly into a rage, brand everyone here as the evil scourges the Greeks already proclaimed them to be, and engage them in battle.

But he had already died needlessly once today... a second time felt like too much.

"E-Empress, here!"

One god shoved Indra aside like he was a rag doll and knocked him to the floor.

He was so out of it, the thunder god didn't even bother to get up.

The god who'd shoved Indra aside was trembling as he held up a small golden cube in front of Bekka.

"T-This is what he used to send Queen Indrani away... I offer you this in the hopes that you might graciously spare our lives."

Bekka rested her sword on her shoulder as she stared down at the palm-sized gold cube.

"Uhh... What is it?"

"I-It's a sort of magical panic room device, your majesty."

"Oh... Cool beans."

"Y-Yes, well... t-the problem is that once activated, you cannot exit for approximately one hundred years... It is spelled so that any further attempts to enter or exit are r-repelled"

"Really?" Bekka picked up the device with intrigue.

She injected the faintest bit of magic into the device and a strong electric shock ran through her body.

It made her feel a bit jittery; almost like a sugar rush.

And it made her hair stand up on end like a cartoon character.

"I would also advise against d-destroying it.." the god reasoned. "Or else the world inside will become inaccessible."

Bekka pretended as though she hadn't been seconds away from crushing the small device in her hand.

"...I knew that, obviously."

"O-Of course you did. My mistake." He bowed.

Bekka felt exactly nine pairs of eyes boring into her back.

'What?! I could have known that!'

Audrina: 'Bekka sweetie, when's my birthday?'

'U-Uhhh...'

Lillian: 'What about our husband's?'

'Stop being funny, you bitches know I'm not good with dates!'

Lailah: 'How old is your Mother?'

'Old as fuck, now will you heffers stop trying to quiz me and just take a look at this fucking rubix cube!'

'It's a good thing you're pretty.' Lailah shook her head and smiled as she floated towards the scatterbrained hound.

She plucked the device out of Bekka's hand and gave it a very calculative once over.

"Interesting... Who designed this?"

All of the gods in the room fearfully pointed to the god Tvashtar who was hiding in the corner.

He immediately held up his hands in surrender and dropped to his knees. welcome-to-NovelFire

"I-I cannot unlock it I fear..! It is designed to be-"

"The premise is interesting, but your design is poor. The magical circuitry is less than subpar."

Tvashtar had no idea how he was supposed to react to such an assessment.

"Had you had a goddess of magic look over this before you finished, you would have had a sufficiently more useful contraption... but as of now it's no more secure than a diary in a drawer." Lailah explained.

"For example... If you infuse magic into the device's matrix at the intersections here, here, here, and here, you can reverse the flow of energy in the circuitry like so, and..."

There was a unique popping sound before a miniature black hole spit out a disheveled Indrani.

Her face hit the ground at Lailah's feet comically; causing the jaws of everyone inside to drop.

After striking out with Nyx for reasons that he didn't even understand, Abaddon had to resort to another one of his primordial acquaintances.

Or a former one.

He found his daughter Gabbrielle seated at the desk within her room; typing up a storm on her laptop.

Abaddon knocked on her open door with a small smile. "Am I interrupting?"

Gabbrielle smiled back at her father and pulled up a second chair at her desk. "Please join me. I could use the company."

"Working on a new story?" He asked as he sat down.

Gabbrielle hurriedly shut her computer. "No."

"...Why did you close your laptop then?"

"...I was watching porn." she lied.

Abaddon would have been significantly more disturbed if he didn't know his daughter like the back of his hand already.

"With your door wide open and no headphones?" He smirked.

Gabbrielle stared into space as she thought up a more logical excuse.

"...I am an anarchist. I wanted to be caught."

Abaddon flicked his daughter on the head hard.

"Ow."

"Stop lying. You could have just said that your mother told you not to let me read it without her." (Erica)

"If you knew then why did you ask?"

"I wanted to know if you'd show me any favoritism. Now that I know I'm not getting any, Thea has just become my favorite daughter again." Abaddon folded his arms stubbornly.

Gabbrielle rolled her eyes as she went back to writing on her laptop. "Did you come here for something? I thought you would have been in the bed with step-mom all day."

"We'll probably spend more time together later, but for now... I wanted to ask you for a favor." he asked.

"Hm?" Gabbrielle raised a brow. "I'll require my usual rate of muffins for dinner."

"Is the roof over your head that your mothers and I provide you with not enough?"

"Don't be cheap, Father"

"...Fine."

Abaddon rested his head on Gabbrielle's desk and began twirling one of her pens between his fingers.

"Before we get closer to the mission in Hades, I was wondering if you can aid me in understanding my primordial powers a bit better. I asked Nyx to help me, but for some reason she-"

"N-No."

Abaddon sat up and glanced at Gabbrielle.

She was trying her hardest not to meet his gaze.

Her hands were vaguely trembling as she tried to continue writing as though nothing was wrong, but her aura very clearly betrayed her.

"Peach." he called.

"I'm sorry, father, but I... cannot help you."

"...Alright, but will you at least tell me wh-"

"I-I wish I could chat, but I am supposed to meet Daphne in a few minutes and I'm already late." Gabbrielle stood up from her desk in a hurry and went into her closet.

"Peach, why are you behaving like this?" Abaddon asked calmly.

"I-I'm not behaving like anything, I just need to get ready and..." Lying eventually took it's toll on Gabbrielle as her shoulders slumped over. "I can't do this."

Before Abaddon could stop her, Gabbrielle teleported from her room and left him behind.

He couldn't believe this.

His daughter wasn't a bastion of emotion, but just now she seemed as if she were really on the urge of falling to pieces.

And he still had no clue as to what exactly was so upsetting about the question he asked.

'I guess... this leaves me with one option left.'

- 4 Minutes Later

"And so you came to me?" Izanami asked as she poured a cup of tea for them both.

"Mhm."

In her dimly lit home, Izanami looked both spooky and ethereal as she delicately blew on the cup in her hand.

She searched her ancient mind for the best explanation she could muster.

"I wouldn't say that you have done anything wrong, per se..." Izanami began.

"But...?" Abaddon leaned forward.

"I also understand why they are rejecting your request." she said slowly. "You are... our hope."