First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1162
Chapter 1162: Tartaruchi
“Would you love me if I were a worm?”
Bashenga stopped getting undressed to stare at his lover with a look of incredulity. “…What?”
“Like if my form was not the earth, but instead it was of one of the tiny, blind, snakey little things that inhabit my soil. Would you still love me?”
Bashenga did not at all understand the significance of the question.
“I suppose…? Physical forms are not a factor in my considerations of companionship; my body is not humanoid.”
Gaia gulped as she watched Bashenga’s clothes slowly disintegrate for the first time ever. “Y-Yeah… I guess I forget that from time to time.”
Bashenga wasn’t sure how she could forget such a thing when his body was covered in black scales, and his eyes were visibly unsettling.
Awkwardly, the two of them somehow drifted over towards the bed in the room and sat underneath the covers.
Judging by the awkward atmosphere that had yet to leave them even after a full fifteen minutes, they were quite the nervous pairing.
Neither had yet worked up the courage to look at the other, and instead stared at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
“S-So… I guess we’re doing this.”
“It would seem that is the case..”
“D-Do you think maybe we’re moving too fast..?”
“Well, we’ve been living together for a while already…”
“Yeah, right, of course. I’m just being silly.” Gaia laughed nervously. “It’s just… You know, your body is not really… the same in this life. If we do this, then it’s pretty permanent. We’ll actually be stuck together in this life and whatever should come after.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No… I’m just trying to make sure that you won’t either. If you haven’t really forgiven me, or if you think that down the line you might end up resenting me, then you’re better off saying something now before we do something we can’t take back…”
Gaia knew how the Tathamet family crests worked. Divorce was an unreasonable hell for the afflicted.
Their bodies would long for each other for eternity, long after the two of them had found new partners.
Yara described it as debilitating. Sif said it was enough to make her consider physically ripping her vagina off her body.
Gaia was in no rush to experience something that could make those very tough women lose the light in their eyes.
“I don’t think I will ever regret my decision. And in the event that you do start to get on my nerves-”
“I could never.”
“-I would bear with it. Because the fact that you annoy me is a part of your charm.”
Bashenga took Gaia’s hand under the covers and for a moment, the goddess felt her vision turn white.
“I want to make that commitment to you. That I won’t leave even if things become difficult. And I will not treat you unkindly.”
Gaia became slightly misty-eyed.
“…But if I see you behaving friendly with another man, I will murder you both and scatter your ashes to the farthest suns in the-”
“I got it, god, you could have just let things be romantic for just a couple of moments!”
A large, red-scaled dragon creature was suddenly taking up all of Gaia’s vision. His eyes were as big as suns.
“It is very important that you understand the depths of my insanity. I find myself unable to hold back the enormity of my apocalyptan urges when I imagine another man breathing your air or enjoying your warmth. You are mine. I am yours. Those that attempt to besmirch this absolute law must die, along with their entire bloodline.”
Gaia held out her arms with tears filling her eyes. “Take me..!”
The bedroom door was suddenly knocked open.
“Hey, son, do you mind doing your Dad a favor and…”
Abaddon froze in his tracks with a spoonful of yogurt mere inches from his mouth.
Behind him, Zahara dropped both her spoon and her yogurt on the floor and didn’t bother to pick them up.
For over thirty seconds, all of them were locked in a four-way deadlock stare. Each of them wished they could have unwritten this moment from the flow of time.
Only Ayaana seemed to maintain some kind of mental ability as she pulled her lovers outside by their collars. “W-We’ll just be outside, um… t-take your time, and… congratulations?”
Ayaana shut the door as hard as she could without obliterating the wood. Gaia rolled over and cried.
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“…”
Ayaana was sick of this already. Twenty minutes had gone by, and not a single party had uttered so much as a simple syllable.
She was also fairly certain that Abaddon and Zahara hadn’t blinked ever since they’d sat down either.
They simply stared, slack-jawed at Bashenga and Gaia, who were having their own non-reactions.
Gaia would no longer manifest her humanoid form with a head attached, and Bashenga simply stared headfirst into space as if the world around him had turned into a helpless, fiery hell.
Ayaana couldn’t stomach any of this anymore.
“W-We should have knocked, but um… I-It’s just, you have never been doing much of anything in your room before, so we just came right in, and… We’re sorry. We’ll knock from now on.”
“You were having sex…” Zahara gasped breathlessly.
“Babe!” Ayaana pinched her ear.
“They were having sex…” Abaddon was equally dumbfounded.
“Please, do not repeat that again for the entire house to know.” Bashenga growled.
Abaddon and Zahara blinked slowly; their minds still not fully comprehending.
“”…You were having se-“”
Ayaana grabbed her lovers by their heads and smashed them together.
With the two of them unconscious, Ayaana held their lifeless little heads in her lap and took a deep breath.
“Alright. Now that it’s just the adults in the room, I want to offer you both my sincere congratulations. I’m happy that the two of you hold enough affection for each other that you want to express it physically. And I’m more than happy to have another daughter-in-law.” she smiled.
Gaia had no head, thus no ears.
Bashenga had to take her hand and press sign language into her palm to get her to understand.
Her head appeared on her body once again.
“Thank you! Honestly, it means so much to hear you say that, and I promise I’ll treat your son with the utmost… Hey, why are they napping?”
“Just let it be please…” Bashenga begged before he turned back to his mother.
“I beg of you. Tell me what it is you require so that I may flee from this place and install dimensional locks on my bedroom door.”
Ayaana became misty-eyed and fanned her face with her hand. “Oh, my gods, my baby finally made himself a room..!”
“Mother.”
“Oh, we have to get you some photos of me, your mother, and your father, and maybe even a cute little desk where you can sit and brood and-”
“MOTHER.”
“Right, right.” Ayaana nodded. “We’ll work on that later then.”
Bashenga could think of very few things he would have liked less.
“Well… the reason why we barged in is that gods have been going missing from their domains for the past few months.”
Bashenga raised his brow. “And you are only learning of this now?”
“Don’t get me started on that.” Ayaana rolled her eyes and hissed venomously. “Those simpletons were so scared of your father and me that they decided they’d rather take their chances going missing than ask us for help.”
Gaia thought that was the most unsurprising thing she had heard all day. She remembered what it was like the last time she saw Abaddon in a fight. Sometimes, she still had ptsd over it.
But then she saw his wife knock him unconscious or watched him play tea party with his daughter, and she became a little more convinced that everything she saw was one big fever dream.
“So how are they going missing?” Basenga leaned forward.
“…The strigori have gone rogue. They’re taking people when they’re off guard and immediately vanishing to a second unknown location.”
Gaia and Bashenga were baffled. They almost didn’t believe it, but Ayaana wasn’t the kind of woman who just said things without good reason.
“Asherah should be controlling them. Where is she??” Bashenga had only now realized that he hadn’t seen the blue goddess ever since he’d returned home.
A complicated light showed up in Ayaana’s eyes as she shook her head.
“She’s… indisposed.” She finally said.
That answer didn’t satisfy Bashenga at all. Not even close.
“A-Anyway, for right now, your father, your mother, and I need your help in the search.”
“I am not exactly a tracking-minded individual. You are better off asking Mira or Aunt Kanami.”
“Don’t you think I know that, boy? We don’t need you to look specifically.”
Recognition showed up in Bashenga’s eyes.
“…How many do you need?”
“As many as you can spare. We need to be able to send them to multiple realms with no real timetable on their return.”
Bashenga nodded thoughtfully.
Slowly, His mouth opened.
His chin dropped lower and lower until he unhinged his jaw like a snake.
A dark, viscous smoke left Bashenga’s mouth in huge amounts and filled the air.
The dark smoke began to take the shape of strange humanoid figures that appeared to resemble grim reapers.
“My mother needs a favor. Do what she says so that she’ll leave me alone.”
“Boy!”
“I mean… because I love her.”
“Mhm.”