FIRST DEMONIC DRAGON

Out of the corner of Abaddon’s eye, he saw a weapon that he was painfully familiar with.

The shining red spear of Longinus was the divine equivalent to a national treasure.

Seras searched all of hell for it after Lucifer’s disappearance. She wanted to make the weapon her own by any means necessary.

Her inability to find it was one of the many reasons that everyone still believed that he was alive.

“…I am warning you, Lucifer. I have not yet started on the path to becoming a better version of myself. You risk provoking me before I have turned over this new leaf.”

Lucifer smiled arrogantly as he pushed his dark red hair out of his face.

“Oh, what the hell. This won’t be the first time I challenge an immovable force. Besides, don’t you think an epic such as ours is in need of a proper conclusion? Don’t tell me it hasn’t bothered you!”

“I think of you so supremely little that I can’t even give you a sufficient answer to that question.”

Lucifer started to respond back, but instead just scoffed and threw up his hands. “Ever the straightforward man, are we?”

In the next second, Lucifer moved supremely fast with his foot poised to capsize the dragon’s chest.

The collision was titular. The fragments of meteorites that were floating in space around them were turned into dust by the shockwave.

Lucifer’s foot was placed directly center mass of Abaddon’s chest.

But the dragon hadn’t exactly moved from his position by even an inch.

“Out of respect for your father… you get one free.”

Lucifer sneered back. “Might be the only good thing that being his son has ever gotten me.”

“Always the victim. But you will have little understanding of what that word means until I am done with you.”

“Oooh, big man.”

Abaddon brushed Lucifer’s leg aside and hit him in the ribs twice as hard as Lucifer hit him.

A few billion years ago, Lucifer would have fallen over complaining that Abaddon hit him too hard. Even said he was taking things far too seriously.

Even when they were young, he never liked exerting himself too much. At least, not when he didn’t have to.

He looked down at the dent in his side and smirked.

“Perhaps there are some benefits to this whole slave thing after all. Having my pain receptors shut off is more beneficial than I care to admit.”

Lucifer suddenly tackled Abaddon and sent the both of them crashing into hyperspace.

Moving through this plane of existence with a physical body is an unimaginable experience for the mortal mind.

Before your nerves could successfully send even a single iota of pain to your entire nervous system, you would have lost it all.

Bone, flesh, hair, and clothing would be stripped away. The remnants would be reduced to atoms so fine that you couldn’t rediscover them with an electron microscope.

And yet, these two great beings were seemingly fine.

Lucifer kept his arms firmly locked around Abaddon’s midsection- acting as the driving force maintaining their impossibly fast momentum.

Abaddon dropped several elbows aimed at pressure points in Lucifer’s back, designed to break his hold regardless of his new immunity to pain.

The dragon’s expertise in this area could not be denied. Lucifer’s hold was loosening for milliseconds, but it seemed he was recovering just as quickly somehow.

Since technicality wasn’t yielding any benefit, Abaddon reverted to brutality.

Sharpening his claws, he buried them inside Lucifer’s back and wrapped his hand around the fallen angel’s spine.

Lucifer’s pain immunity proved not to be absolute because the act did indeed make him scream.

The two finally fell out of hyperspace, but their landing left much to be desired.

Tumbling together, the two crashed into a dead world with no life.

The planet, completely covered in gray stone and acidic lakebeds, was blown apart when two, almost inconsequentially sized bullets tore through the surface of the planet, pushed through the core, and then came out the other side without slowing down at all.

Abaddon was able to regain control of his momentum by unfurling his wings.

He landed on one of the planet’s three nearby moons.

For a brief moment, he was alone. He had somehow lost Lucifer in the blast.

And then, he noted what appeared to be a shooting star rushing towards him at breakneck speed.

“DIE!!”

“You beat me to it.”

Abaddon sidestepped Lucifer’s attempt to tackle him once again. However this time, he met him with a swift knee to the jaw that nearly tore his entire head off his body.

Abaddon then grabbed Lucifer by the scruff of his neck and slammed his head face-first into the moon.

This attack proved to be more insult than injury, as Lucifer remained largely unfazed.

Lucifer transformed himself into a large green snake with dripping venomous fangs.

He was easily able to weasel his way out of Abaddon’s grip and rear up to attempt to bite him in the face.

Abaddon’s lips peeled back in amusement as he exhaled a burst of flaming black and red lightning.

Again, Lucifer screamed, but he didn’t stop his attempt to bite Abaddon in the face.

His teeth, unlike so many others, actually managed to pierce the scales of Abaddon’s right cheek. As a result, he felt a burning sensation on the left side of his face. His right eye became red and inflamed.

Abaddon flung the serpent off of him in an annoyed mood.

Longinus came flying back into view from overhead, and Lucifer didn’t hesitate to pluck it out of the air and rush back toward Abaddon.

Bright red spear in hand, and with a face that was burned horribly- Lucifer lunged at Abaddon with a level of honed expertise.

Old visions fluttered in Abaddon’s mind of a much younger version of himself and Lucifer. Performing a dance very similar to this one in front of the other archangels.

He remembered Uriel cheering him on. Raphael promising to challenge the winner. Michael pretending that he wasn’t interested while secretly trying to learn from them both. And Azrael, who actually wasn’t interested.

…Those times were probably over now, weren’t they?

Abaddon caught the blade of Lucifer’s spear between his palms while it was mere inches away from his forehead.

Gritting his teeth, he charged the weapon with so much power that it became boiling hot to the touch.

But that was an issue Lucifer only had to contend with for half a second before his spear exploded in his very hand.

While the fallen angel was briefly blinded, Abaddon lashed out from beyond the explosion and punched Lucifer hard across the jaw.

He flew like a bullet out of a gun and barreled into the moon above their heads.

His vision briefly went white as he spat out mounds of moonrock. His jaw slowly cracked itself back in place.

A voice he was becoming painfully familiar with suddenly played in his head again.

‘You’re not putting on a very good show. I need to see more if I want to learn anything.’

Lucifer grit his teeth in agitation. ‘Then you come out here and fight him, Junior..!’

‘Why would I do that when I could just send you? Maybe your brother might be more useful.’

As if Lucifer needed to hear anything more aggravating today.

He picked himself up from the earth just in time for a sweeping axe kick to nearly crush the head of his enemy like a tin can.

Lucifer felt his nose spring a leak.

‘When you gave me my body back, why on earth did you give me blood!?’ He asked in agitation.

‘That wouldn’t have been any fun.’

‘Care to tell me what’s happened to my pain tolerance…?!’

‘He’s really doing a number on you. If I didn’t let you have it, then I’d have to feel it… I’m uninterested in doing so.’

Lucifer saw Abaddon drop down and sweep his legs from underneath him. With no gravity to keep him down, Lucifer’s body went spinning in the air like a rotor blade.

Abaddon raised his foot and kicked Lucifer in the exact same spot as where he’d first punched him.

Lucifer’s entire body bent inward like a boomerang and the distinct sound of something snapping could be heard.

Again, the archangel cried out and attempted to go flying.

This time, Abaddon erected a magical wall to keep him from getting too far away from him. Lucifer hit the barrier back first.

Just as he started to open his eyes again, he saw Abaddon’s knee rushing towards his cranium.

…Lucifer didn’t know what happened after that, because he was instantly knocked out cold.

Abaddon grabbed his enemy by the neck and lifted him overhead. Blood was leaking from the front and back of his head as he dangled limply in his grasp.

‘…’ His mind was a blank slate. Times like this, he wished Yesh was still awake and kicking.

He wanted to know what the old man would have wanted him to do. From one father to another, Abaddon couldn’t bear to think of someone killing his sons. No matter how far they might have fallen.

But just as he was thinking about what to do with him, Abaddon felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

A beam of prismatic light struck him directly in the back, but he didn’t budge once again.

He casually glanced over his shoulder at the newest arrival to the party.

“I gave your brother one for free. That was yours.”

Michael’s jaw set in place.

He spread all of his pure white wings as far as they could stretch. They gathered the light from the nearby stars and began charging themselves like batteries.

“…I never needed your charity.”

Before he took so much as a single flap forward, Abaddon snapped his fingers.

The light building up in Michael’s wings immediately died down. His expression went from agitation to a noticeable degree of alarm.

“Yes, you did. But as my mother always says: I can show you better than I can tell you.”

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