- A few days later...
It hadn't been very long since Nyx moved into the Tathamet home, but she was already quite fond of it.
As a primordial goddess, she was almost always bored.
She was constantly looking for new ways to entertain herself and make eternal existence seem much more appealing than it actually was.
A few of her variants had managed to achieve something stimulating, but this was perhaps the first time she'd personally had this level of excitement.
Everyday was a new opportunity to laugh, deepen her bonds with everyone in the house, and learn more about dragon culture.
But today, she wasn't getting to do any of those things.
Because as of right now, she was sitting on the kitchen counter; day drinking with Erica, Thea, and Imani.
Together, the four of them were watching Abaddon and Jasmine as they lost their minds in front of the television.
The duo were watching a broadcast from his original earth- an event they would describe as 'A national tragedy'.
TV Announcer: "And that's another touchdown for *redacted* bringing the score up to 14-23 to end the second quarter."
Abaddon: "BULLSHIT!"
Jasmine: "This can't be fucking happening... They wouldn't dare play like this after last week..."
""WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?""
Abaddon and Jasmine were finally unable to contain their rage any further and exhaled twin streams of flame at the television.
Destroying it, the wall, and even putting a giant hole in the house.
"Does he... get like this often?" Nyx asked the group of women.
""Yes."" Erica and Lisa responded in unison.
"Then he steals my wife from me and the two of them just start to feed off each other... I hate football season." Thea grumbled.
"You haven't seen anything yet though... just wait." Imani smirked.
Nyx didn't know what she meant, but she would soon learn when the hole in the wall and the television both regenerated themselves.
Since the game was at halftime, Abaddon and Jasmine rewound the game at 12 times the speed.
They began rewatching plays and calling out blatant mistakes as if they were watching film in an actual locker room.
Abaddon: "This shit is ridiculous, it's like these linemen are having sex in the dark. They're filling the wrong god damn holes."
Jasmine: "Look at all the time the other team's quarterback has in the pocket here. He could've renewed his license at the DNovelFire and listened to Queresha's new album if he wanted to."
Abaddon: "You see this mess? Slipping and sliding all across the damn terf because he's easily influenced by backfield motion. Just like his father at the strip club."
Jasmine: "The ball carrier is like inflation and everyone else is U.S. wages. See how they can't catch up??"
Abaddon: "I just don't understand why we can't stop these damn rushing plays. Everytime I look up someone is running right through our holes like a spicy chicken sandwich."
Jasmine: "We have a seventeen year old reciever quicker than unprotected sex and we aren't utilizing him at all. Daddy Nicky would've never let this happen."
Abaddon: "He would have took back all those NIL checks and muscle car keys and made everyone walk back home."
The source of this sudden change of weather was the large egg that had been placed in the middle of her room- just at the foot of her bed.
Cracks had formed along the glossy white shell, and it had begun to break away to reveal a shining blue light from within.
Abaddon felt the rest of his wives and even Thea appear in the room with him; and they all watched in wonder as the last bits of shell fell away.
Now, the group could see a thin figure kneeling on the floor; shimmering with raw power and vitality.
When she looked up, Abaddon exhaled the sigh of relief he'd been keeping tightly locked within his chest the whole time.
His baby was still his baby, just... more mature-no, refined.
Mira looked more graceful than many noble ladies who had grown up in high society all of their lives.
She had grown dramatically in height, now standing at around 6'5, and she would no doubt be even taller when she finally stopped growing.
Previously, though she spent a lot of time training and exercising, her body never became toned like her big sister's, or even some of her mothers.
But now, she has begun to show some real sign of muscle definition on her arms and legs. And even though she still didn't have a fully defined six pack, she was well on her way to it.
Her hair had turned almost 90% white, with just a few lingering streaks of black. Perhaps even without control of herself, Mira still retained a burning desire to be like her father.
This was further evidenced by the fact that one of her eyes was brightly golden, and the other was it's own unique icy blue.
She had a chillingly calm regality to her that was practically night and day of her former chaotic persona.
Abaddon draped a blanket over his young daughter and kneeled down so that the two of them were almost eye-level.
He didn't say anything, but he did hug her tightly and run his fingers through her hair.
These past few days had really reminded him how much he disliked having a quiet house. He felt better when his children were around to make things more lively and fun.
"...Daddy, have you been crying?" Mira suddenly asked.
"That's irrelevant, sweetheart."
"Okay."
Eris and the rest of the girls also came over and began petting the young girl's hair as well.
"Mira darling, are you well? No bad feelings anywhere?"
Mira checked her soul and her body very quickly. She was as powerful as she had ever been, but there was something that was still amiss.
"Mommy... I still don't have any boobs.." She poked out her bottom lip.
Eris and the rest of the girls couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Mira didn't know why anyone was laughing, because she wasn't joking.
It looked like she was still going to have to spend a little more time as a flat chested phenom.
"Come on, sweetie." Valerie helped her up. "Let's get you dressed and then we can..."
Suddenly, that earlier electric feeling seemed to increase exponentially.
Abaddon's smile from earlier returned in full.
"Looks like things will finally be getting back to normal around here again.."