First Demonic Dragon

”I remember when I found you there. You were the most pitiful thing ever, no matter which version of you I was looking at.

The overweight loser who hated himself so much that he considered suicide everyday, and the frail prince of dragons who was too weak and insecure to even lay a finger on the women who were given to him on a silver platter.

That is all you have ever been, and all you will ever be. I know you even better than you know yourself, so you should know my words to be true.

You are just a child playing dress up, living out your wildest fantasies of having a meaningful existence and being surrounded by those who adore and lust after you with no restraint.

I find this existence of yours overwhelmingly pathetic, and I have done so ever since you asked those foolish ‘wishes’ of me just a single year ago.

What you lack is reality. You are content to let yourself linger inside of this uninspired and moronic dream.

You are content to drown yourself in sex and meaningless indulgences until the last star within the multiverse explodes into nothingness.

Somehow, the moment that Lucifer stole you away from me, you grew into something significant enough that you were able to convince all of those other foolish gods that you were something more fearsome than you are.

But I am not fooled.

You have always been nothing more than my food.

You think yourself messiah to all dragons, and their divine protector and maker? Laughable! You are meat on my plate!

Something to provide added benefit and nourishment to me when I required it.

But just like you have always known, you are incapable of completing even the simplest task correctly. You will always be a failure, no matter what those around you have been deluded into thinking.

However, you deserve credit for doing one thing right at least; bringing yourself here to me so that I can have the pleasure of consuming you right down to your very bones, and taking my rightful place as god’s other half.

Perhaps it is true what they say. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. And there is nothing more broken than you, is there, Carter?”

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On the top floor, two wooden black doors were pushed open without much effort and Abaddon came striding in.

He found Jaldabaoth sitting on the throne in front of him; just as he had seen him before.

Same scowl, dark suit, and missing horn.

The unkind look on his face only deepened when he layed his eyes on Abaddon in the flesh.

And it intensified even further when Abaddon reached behind his curtains of red hair to remove his earbuds.

“Have you.. not been listening to a word I have been saying…?”

Abaddon sent his phone and earbuds back into his dimensional storage before finally addressing Yaldabaoth.

“You’re in my chair.”

*Crack!*

The handrests of the ancient stone throne crumbled underneath his grip.

He ghashed his teeth together angrily as he wiped away the dirt on his palms.

“You are so uncompromisingly arrogant… The nerve of you to insinuate that anything that I have should rightfully belong to you..!”

“Will you surrender my seat, or must I take it?” Abaddon asked in a droll tone; not engaging in long winded chats in the slightest.

In a display of true madness unlike any that Abaddon was expecting, Yaldabaoth’s face began to twitch like he was having a seizure.

However, instead of doing so, he threw his head back and laughed loudly and without restraint.

His was the laughter that was more than befitting of a man known as the ‘The Mad God’ and Abaddon had already grown tired of listening to it.

The ruler of the abyss wiped away a running tear that had dripped from his eyes and finally regained some semblance of decorum.

“Vovin… you already know the answer.”

A burst of wind and a loud explosion occurred in quick succession.

Yaldabaoth had left his throne and threw out a mighty overhead kick.

Abaddon caught it with his tattooed forearm and the two of them seemed to be frozen for a brief moment in time.

The two creatures of phenomenal power seemed to be studying each other with all they had, and preparing themselves for the contest that was to come.

Each of them were looking for any opening or vulnerability available, and they waisted no time trying to get into each other’s heads.

“It is a pity that you no longer have that.. system thing of yours.” Yaldabaoth spat. “No doubt it would aid you now to help you see the monumental difference in power between us.”

At this, Abaddon finally smirked and showed some kind of visible reaction for the first time.

“Know what? I never had much use for the thing anyway.”

*Swipe!*

From behind, Abaddon slashed his tail across Yaldabaoth’s face and came just a few hairs short of giving his handsome face a permanent and large scar.

Yaldabaoth bent his body backwards at an impossible angle to avoid the attack, and flipped away so that Abaddon couldn’t launch a counter too soon.

But the first dragon was determined to chase after him.

He teleported behind his opponents back and threw out a side kick of his own that was supposed to be unavoidable.

But surprisingly, Jaldabaoth contorted his body again and sidestepped the attack before delivering a hard right hand strike of his own.

Abaddon tilted his head to the side to avoid the punch by a hair’s breadth, but the wind pressure alone obliterated the stone structure of the room, and it began to crumble.

The dragon brushed his punch aside with his shoulder before landing two quick jabs in succession on Jaldabaoth’s jaw, followed by a devastating kick to the ribs that sent him flying into the left wall.

It took the mad god a while to recover, but not because he was stunned or bested in any way.

If anything, he was just amused by the potential promises of this conflict.

He could feel a force trying to invade his body and slow his movements, but he just used magic to enhance his speed even more.

His mana pool was large enough that this was a very sustainable solution.

Smiling like mad, he pushed his body off the wall and flew back at Abaddon; eager to prove that he was the best among the two of them.

From that point on, he and Abaddon engaged in a heated struggle for two entire hours; relying solely on their martial skills.

Whenever one of them was dropped by a blow from the other, they recovered quickly and dispersed their own brutal retaliation.

Neither one of them seemed to grow tired, nor did they loose their edge or sharpness.

They could do this for absolutely as long as it took.

However, the two gods among men were so engrossed in their battle that they weren’t paying attention to their surroundings.

By now, the room they had begun fighting in was on it’s last legs as a result of their great power that had been running unchecked.

*BOOMMMM!*

Another destructive sonic boom rang out as Abaddon and Yaldabaoth struck each other with their fists at full power.

This proved to be the refrigerator that broke the camel’s back, as not two seconds later the ground suddenly gave way underneath them.

By now, Abaddon and Yaldabaoth were in a free fall with chunks of debris from the top floor.

…But if either of them cared, they didn’t show it for even a second.

They didn’t even separate from each other as they engaged in a free fall, with both of them still striking their opponent to the best of their ability.

But finally, Abaddon forced an opening.

Using all of his power, he struck Yaldabaoth hard in the chest and sent him plummeting to the bottom floor like he had been shot out of a cannonball.

At that moment, Abaddon unfurled his wings from his back and hovered in the air among the falling debris.

Abaddon released a low rumble from his throat as he inhaled deeply.

Gathering an abnormal amount of power in his lungs, he opened his mouth as wide as possible and released a concentrated blast of sinister flames and black and red lightning.

Since Yaldabaoth landed flat on his back on the bottom floor, he saw the attack coming.

He opened his own mouth and released a tornado of purple and gold flames that seemed to be just as ominous as they were beautiful.

The two breath attacks closed in on each other at a near light speed.

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