First Demonic Dragon - Chapter 1188
Chapter 1188: Give A Little
Isabelle only awoke when she heard the sound of giggling.
“Oh, my god… It’s actually not bad.”
“You know this already. Why are you acting like it’s your first time having it?”
“How do I explain it… It’s nostalgic, but it’s like I don’t remember it. I feel like I’ve discovered a long-lost friend!”
“My, what a spoiled little princess I’ve raised… Should I even bother to ask why you’re drinking that in a Baccarat glass?”
“No, you should not.”
Isabelle groggily sat up, with bits of her hair strewn across her lips.
“Sister, sister! Have you tried this ‘chocolate milk’?? It’s very sugary, but I think I like it!” Audrina smiled.
On literally any other day, Isabelle would have found the sight of her sister drinking sugar milk to be extremely alarming and worthy of a full deep dive, but today, she could not have possibly cared less.
“…Your husband got me married..” Isabelle murmured in a low voice.
Audrina slowly sipped from her glass. “Yes, and I’ve told him it was wrong and asked him not to meddle again. But in his defense… You needed a man.”
“I didn’t need one time-melded for me!”
“In this life, I was born when my husband tried to leave the dark. I clung to him so fiercely that I manifested the charming personality and alluring body that you see before you.”
“And forgot to add any humility, apparently.”
“If my head is big, it’s because I’m being loved so overwhelmingly everyday that I cannot see myself as anything less than perfection.”
Their mother raised her brow. “Don’t use them as an excuse for you.. You’ve been like this since you were twelve. When you started dating Erica, and then you both married Abaddon, your vanity became exponentially worse.”
“It almost sounds like you’re saying you don’t love me the way I am.”
“I would never say that.”
“Exactly. Because you have great taste.”
“More like I have to stand by my product because I already put it out into the world.”
“…” Audrina narrowed her eyes at her mother. Aurelia didn’t even spare her daughter a second glance as she sipped from her own glass.
“Can we get back to my issue now, please?! I now have a husband that I certainly didn’t have yesterday!” Isabelle snapped.
“From my perspective, you did.” Aurelia reminded.
“You weren’t here yesterday either, Ma!”
Aurelia wanted to say that from her perspective, she was, but clearly, that wasn’t exactly something that Isabelle would’ve wanted to hear at that moment.
“This can’t be happening…” Isabelle put her head in her hands. “I can never leave this room again. Iori has seen all of my.. My…” she couldn’t finish her sentence, but her face became progressively redder.
“Congratulations. Should I buy you a cake?” Audrina smirked. “I was thinking something with cherries-”
“I will tell your husband every single excruciating detail about the time you got your first period.”
Audrina understandably stopped smiling. Rather, she turned her head and continued drinking her chocolate milk in silence. “Bitch…”
Visibly distraught, Isabelle tossed her body facedown onto her bed and let out a suffocated sigh.
Aurelia placed her hand on her daughter’s back and rubbed it thoughtfully despite the look of non-understanding on her lips.
“Honestly, I don’t know why you’re so distraught over all of this. You and Iori seem like a very wonderful couple.”
“But what if that’s not real, Ma! Abaddon can manipulate reality, so what if all of these memories I have are just-”
Audrina shattered the glass in her hand. “My husband has better things to do than meddle in your love life, you decrepit little virgin!”
“That’s a compliment coming from a giant slut like you!”
“ALRIGHTTT!” Aurelia’s voice shook the room as she held her daughters at bay. “No more of this name-calling stuff, you’re both too old for it.”
Isabelle and Audrina continued to stare daggers at each other.
“That includes telepathy..!” Aurelia grabbed both of her girls by the forehead and shook them.
The girls clicked their teeth and looked away.
Sighing, Aurelia turned back to Isabelle and took her hand.
“Reality is vast, but it’s truths are a constant. Love cannot be fabricated between organisms because it is already there. It just lies dormant and unfostered, awakened by the fires of kindness and attraction.
Rather than thinking that you have been forced into something you had no control over, I would prefer you think of it as you finally being provided with an opportunity to experience an awakened love, and give out some of your own.
And please don’t forget, dear… I decided to betroth you to Iori in the first place. So if you’re going to be upset with someone, it should unquestionably be me.”
Isabelle pursed her lips as she turned to the side. “…He fucked Karliah. If we were fated to be together, why would he get into bed with that big, scary bitch?”
Aurelia looked baffled. She looked towards Audrina for answers and found her giving her an apologetic look. ‘Happened before you were around, ma. Don’t pay any attention to her.’
‘Ah… I see.’ Aurelia hated time travel.
“Well, honey, you weren’t together then, and he was a single man, and you know how Karliah is, she can be very persuasive…”
Isabelle slowly sat up with a look of horror plastered across her face. “Mother… you didn’t.”
“…I have urges too, you know?”
Isabelle let out a retching noise.
“Karliah isn’t that bad.” Audrina rolled her eyes. “I might give her a taste as well if I wasn’t already dining on the… superior version.” The dragon bit her lip uncontrollably, wondering what Bekka might’ve been up to at that very moment.
“…Sluts. Both of you.” Isabelle finished.
“”Hey!!”” Audrina and Aurelia each picked up a pillow and hit her over the head.
Knock, knock, knock, knoc, knock!
Suddenly, there was a barrage of raps against the door to capture the girls’ attention.
Aurelia tilted her head. “Come I-”
The door came bursting open, and Apophis rushed in carrying a plate.
“Hey, Grandma, I remember you now, by the way, but that’s not why I’m here.”
“O-Okay..?”
Apophis made a beeline straight for his mother and kneeled at the foot of the bed in front of her.
“Mira told me you stopped being boujee and asked to try some of her chocolate milk. Is that true??”
Audrina’s brow twitched. “Your mother is not boujee, son. I prefer the term-”
“Yeah, yeah, high class, sophisticated, classy, refined, I get it.” Apophis waved his hand. “But I got these new memories now, and I vividly recall seeing you eat cereal! The kind that comes out of the box!”
Audrina also remembered that. Oddly enough, she was having just as hard a time believing it as Apophis was.
“…What is the purpose of this visit?” She asked impatiently.
Apophis peeled back the lid on the styrofoam plate he was carrying.
His mother physically recoiled at the sight.
“..What… on Earth.. is that…?”
“Pop-Tarts French toast with candied bacon, powdered sugar, and maple syrup infused with whiskey.”
“…Uh-huh.” Audrina put on the same fake smile that she used whenever her kids brought her a mud pie. “And, why are you bringing me this?”
“I want you to try it, obviously!” Apophis answered. “You’re my only parent who’s never tried anything I’ve made before.”
That statistic hurt Audrina’s heart to hear. She loved her children just as much as anyone else, and would have shrouded entire universes in darkness if they would only ask.
But consuming this… aberration seemed like too high a tower her to clear. She had to drink chocolate milk out of an expensive glass just to get it down!
“M-Maybe if the presentation was a little nicer..?”
Apophis transformed the plate into something that looked like it came out of a Michelin-star restaurant. Even the formerly plastic fork was now solid gold.
“Come on, Adrian.” Isabelle mocked pointedly. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your eldest son, would you? He worked so hard to make that for you.”
Audrina could tell her sister was enjoying this. It was written all across her smug, childish face.
But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something that was enough to put a smile on her face as well.
“Oh? Seems like you have a visitor, Isa-Bitch.”
By now, Aurelia had given up on telling her children to stop the name-calling. Now, as long as they didn’t try to put their hands on each other, she was chalking things up to a win.
Isabelle’s vision pierced the wall and found Iori, waiting just out of sight in the hallway.
He seemed to sense her staring at him. He smiled meekly and waved in a friendly manner.
Isabelle noticed a silver wedding band adorning his ring finger. Engraved along it were the initials I.I.
The sight of it made her eyes water.
She looked towards her nightstand, where a diamond ring sat unworn, bearing the exact same initials.
‘Ready to talk now?’ A telepathic voice asked.
Isabelle decided she no longer cared about seeing her sister suffer.
She picked up her ring, slipped it onto her finger, and got out of bed.