First Demonic Dragon

“You’ve gotten fat and slow, dragon! I’m going to take your head again at this rate!”

“The only reason that you still have room to talk is because I’m letting you off easily. I could have killed you twenty different times by now!”

“Only twenty? HA! You’re too far past your prime, old friend!”

A sea of over fifty different Wukongs rushed at Abaddon all at once.

The dragon carefully avoided well-placed swings from every staff by only a hair’s breadth. As he did so, he passively closed the distance between himself and Wukong to deal a critical blow.

But Wukong was a clever fighter who knew Abaddon well, and was seemingly waiting for exactly that moment.

“Grow!”

Wukong’s staff which was at first no larger than a broomstick, suddenly expanded to become the size of a concrete pillar. Throwing Abaddon back suddenly.

The opening was just enough for Wukong to get a clone overhead.

“Grow!”

This time, when the pillar expanded once again, Abaddon was caught underneath it.

He and the mountain they were battling on were both crushed underneath the weight of Jingubang.

Rubble and debris went flying everywhere. The resulting earthquake shook every corner of the heavenly realm and threw it’s harmony into disarray.

Wukong’s true body stood atop Jingubang, breathing heavily while he glossed over his wounds.

To the outside realms, Wukong was betting that at most only three hours had gone by.

But for the dragon and the monkey, it had been three days.

Wukong’s brilliant gold armor was cracked to the point where he was nearly naked. Abaddon wasn’t much better off either.

*Rumble!*

Wukong leapt off his perch on Jingubang just as the rod of metal began heating up.

The next thing he knew, his centuries-old weapon exploded into countless shards of iron.

Wukong had almost no time to summon a cloud to stand on before Abaddon came flying through the rubble.

His form was a bit more streamlined and slender. His skin had turned pitch black, and he had grown two additional pairs of arms.

“You bastard! Do you understand how much that staff meant to me?!” Wukong roared.

Abaddon looked around, unamused. “You still have more than enough.”

Dozens more Wukongs dropped out of the sky with their own unaltered versions of Jingubang.

They all pointed their staffs towards Abaddon and yelled out the dreaded word.

“GROW!”

–

Thrudd wandered into her parents’ bedroom with a particularly cheerful demeanor.

She was humming to herself and even bordered on skipping. Despite her far from dainty physique, she was absolutely adorable.

“Hello, mother!” Thrudd barged in with a wide smile.

Erica was lying on her stomach, reading a magazine, when her daughter barged in, bursting with cheerfulness.

Erica took one look at her and instantly knew the reason for her good mood.

“How cute. My little late bloomer.”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean, what brings you here…?”

Thrudd started looking around the room inquisitively. “Is Dad around by chance..? Aunt Lus said she saw him today.”

“He took your brother and sister fishing.” Erica replied as she sat up and patted the space beside her.

Thrudd wandered over and noticed that Erica was reading a lifestyle magazine. Specifically, one for couples.

“You, uh… Studying something?”

Erica shrugged slightly as she closed the magazine.

“Your dad’s been really on edge lately, according to the others. As a result, we’re all kind of anxious over him, so I was thinking now might be a good time for us to take that honeymoon with your stepmother.”

Thrudd raised her brow. “Dad’s on edge? How so?”

Erica scratched her cheek. “Wellll…”

–

Abaddon roared hatefully as blood streamed from one of his broken horns.

He lashed out with furious blows and struck every Wukong in his vicinity in the span of a second.

The true monkey king appeared just behind Abaddon and swung his staff in a wide arc aimed directly towards his neck.

But as feral as he looked, Abaddon was intensely aware of everything going on around him.

He turned his head around at the last moment and bit cleanly through the piece of metal with razor-sharp teeth.

Wukong was so stunned by the act of brutality that he faltered for a split second.

That brief opening was all the incentive Abaddon needed to close the distance between them.

He grabbed the monkey by the neck and smashed its head into his temple with a sickening crack.

–

“…He’s just a little stressed from being back on earth, I think.” Erica finished. “Bad memories and all that, you know?”

Erica expected Thrudd to ask for more details, but surprisingly, she did nothing of the sort. Almost like she had bigger fish to fry.

“Okay, well, do you know when he’ll be back? I had something I wanted to ask him about.”

Erica pointed to herself.

Thrudd tilted her head.

Erica pointed to the photos on the wall of the many different women who lived in this bedroom.

Thrudd still wasn’t getting the hint. “What about it?”

Erica wanted to scream. “Your moms are here too, you know?? We can give you advice if you need it.”

Thrudd put on a polite smile. “Eh, no thanks, Ma. You all seem super busy and… to be honest, it’s kind of a private thing…”

Erica was only getting more and more offended every time that her daughter spoke. “I wiped your butt when you were a baby, you little brat!”

“MOM!”

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t get more private than that!” Erica held up her hands. “Why are you acting like you can’t open up to me now!?”

Thrudd’s face turned as red as her hair, and her voice became small. “I-It’s about… y’know… sexy stuff.”

“I-I have literally been having sex with sex itself before earth even-“

“That doesn’t have anything to do with this!” Thrudd insisted. “It’s just that dad explains things better, you know!? He’s way more laid back!”

–

Abaddon continued his brutal onslaught against Wukong.

His strikes broke bones, liquified flesh, and burned hair.

Wukong couldn’t produce clones faster than Abaddon could destroy them. To do that, he needed some semblance of separation, and Abaddon was no longer affording him that luxury.

Blood flew from the sky like rainwater as Abaddon continued to strike Wukong in the air.

Despite the immense threat, the monkey’s own overwhelming drive for victory would not allow him to simply lie down and accept a defeat here. There were still more tricks left for the monkey to pull.

Magic had been sidelined over the course of this fight, but it was never expressly off limits.

And that little loophole was all that Wukong needed to turn this entire fight around.

As another fist connected with his temple, Wukong burst apart into a swarm of moths.

The brief but necessary distraction allowed the monkey king to get behind Abaddon and propel the two of them into the ground like a rocket.

–

“Look, I promise I can be perfectly calm and clinical, alright? Promise.” Erica insisted. “Promise.”

“You said promise twice.” Thrudd pointed out.

“Y-Yes, because that’s how serious I am about this!”

“I think being serious is the literal opposite of being laid back…”

“J-Just tell me what is going on with you!” Erica wrapped her daughter in her arms. “I-I refuse to let you go until you do!”

A small struggle ensued where Thrudd tried her absolute best to get away from her mother and found that it was just as difficult as she thought it would be.

Even when the two women collapsed onto the floor, Erica was still holding onto Thrudd from behind and making her life a virtual living hell.

“So…” Erica huffed as she tried to hide how out of breath she felt. “What’s new with you?”

Thrudd was certain she now understood how cattle felt after being wrangled. It was a pitiful and unenviable fate.

She realized fairly quickly that the best way to get her mother off of her was to come clean about her original purpose for coming here.

“Well, it’s just… Behemoth and I have been… spending a lot of time together. Intimate time.” Thrudd clarified.

The smile on Erica’s face was so big you couldn’t wipe it off even with a mop and a dishrag. “Mhm. Go on.”

“A-And it’s good, you know, but we’ve been together a few times now and I’ve just noticed that she, umm… she doesn’t have that.”

Erica no longer seemed amused. “…Well, honey, I know she’s a little rough around the edges, but you should’ve known she was a girl when-“

“Not that!” Thrudd recoiled. “I’m talking about the crests our family gives out! Behemoth doesn’t have one!”

“Oh…” Erica was starting to feel like maybe she should have let Abaddon handle this after all.

“At first, I thought that maybe it was something only the boys could do, but then I remembered that Nubia and Thea both gave one to their partners, so why am I the outlier? Am I broken??”

Erica smiled pitifully. “No, my dear. You’re not broken at all.”

“What is it then??” Thrudd asked with big eyes.

Erica slowly released her, and that was the first time Thrudd got the inclination that something actually might’ve been wrong.

“Well…” Erica rubbed her horn anxiously. “You’re aware of how our family’s crests work, right? They link the emotions, hearts, and souls of two people after intercourse and impose upon them a bond that cannot be broken.”

“Uh-huh. The birds, bees, and dragons talk.” Thrudd nodded.

“Right.” Erica confirmed. “But honey, the thing is, if one person is mentally or spiritually incapable of understanding the significance of the union, then no crest forms.”

Thrudd was caught between disbelief and a crushed spirit. Using a forced smile to hide it all. “N-Nah, that can’t be right…You must be-“

“I’m sorry, sweetie. One of us really should’ve said something sooner, but I guess we didn’t think that..”

“T-That’s enough, mom!”

Thrudd stood up suddenly and bolted out of the room so fast that her mother couldn’t stop her.

Erica wanted to chase after her, but after the bomb she’d just dropped, she wondered if that might have been doing more harm than good.

Because how else are you supposed to tell someone that the person they love is mentally incapable of loving them back?

–

An unknown amount of time later, two forces stood on an unrecognizable stretch of land.

On one side stood an army of monkeys, millions strong. Each of them perfectly indistinguishable from the other.

The opposing force was far more dreadful and difficult to look at.

A monstrous dragon, over four hundred feet tall, with nine heads swaying together in unison.

Their roar was the most dreadful, hate-filled sound ever to be released. But to Buddha, it sounded like one filled with great anguish and frustration.

He slowly uncovered his ears and shook his head pitifully as he watched from a distance.

“Oh dear… perhaps I’ve let this go on too long.”

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