First Demonic Dragon

Truth be told, the younger Tathamet siblings fight all the time. It's hardly ever serious, rather it is the result of family living in such close proximity to each other for extended periods of time. However, the eldest four practically never fight. If anything, they are the guiding hands that help to keep peace among the rest of the youngsters. Gabbrielle was something of a special case among the others. In that, she kind of just listened to both sides of any argument without trying to fix anything at all. They didn't find out until much later that she would be using their arguments as subplots for her dirty books. Perhaps the reason why Gabbrielle never got involved in any of the disputes before is that she has always known that they weren't that serious. And yet today, she had actually come forward to chastise her brother. Straga was so unused to the feeling of being slapped that he didn't even seem to know how to react at first. Gabbrielle just glared up at her brother with a frustrated look that she rarely ever displayed to anyone. "What is the matter with you? Why would you treat our sisters like that? They were in here talking to me first about their own problems." Straga yelled a flustered response back. "I-I promise that whatever nonsense the twins are bothering you with is-" "Yemaja is going on a date with Ziz. Father doesn't know." "Shit.." Straga's firm jaw nearly went slack. "Even if they didn't want anything at all, you shouldn't treat them like that. You know better, what has even gotten into you??" Straga clenched his fists as he dropped his gaze to the floor. But since Gabbrielle was still a head shorter than him, he couldn't avoid her gaze. "I'll apologize to them both later, I just... I need your help. It's about mom." "Dare I ask which one?" Gabbrielle could already feel a migraine forming. "It's not all of them this time, is it?" "Just our Butterfly-Winged bad example..." A glimmer of recognition showed in Gabbrielle's face as she sat on the edge of her bed. "So... She's going to leave after all." Straga nearly gave himself whiplash. "You knew!?" "Don't yell in my room please." Gabbrielle rolled her eyes. She tapped the empty space beside her bed and Straga begrudgingly sat beside her. "...I've known that this would happen for a while. Thea, Father, and I have been trying to correct it from here without sounding the alarm." Gabbrielle confessed. Straga raised a brow. "How did all of you know? And why didn't you say anything?" "We're a bit more attuned with the timelines above than all the rest of you, you know that. We've been trying to tend to things as best we could from here without worrying anyone, but it's..." "It's what?" "A patch job at best. Our father is an unrivaled being of destruction. Our sister is a watcher and recorder. I am... a binding thread. We do what we can to keep things from falling into disarray, but we're far from Makers. What needs to be done is clear, but..." "But?" "Father won't admit it. He doesn't want to lose mother, so he's been trying to tend to the problem by splitting his consciousness into eighths." Straga was beginning to get a headache. With one part of Abaddon's mind aiding Shin and the order, eight additional parts were stretching themselves through the fabric of every universe and attempting to quell the chaotic nature of creation. All the while, he was also keeping a fragment of himself separate so as to maintain decent cover and ensure that no one else figured out what he was doing. Straga could split himself just like his father, but despite all of his years of practice, forty-seven duplicates seems to be his limit. Anything over that and he starts to become a bit... temperamental. No wonder their father didn't know about Ziz and Yemaja. He had far bigger fish to fry at the moment. "That idiot... Why didn't he just tell someone?" Straga shook his head. "Our father is a selfish man. He would hold up the weight of the world if it meant that we got to live unaware and danger free." "That doesn't make it right." "I know it doesn't. But it is just the way he is, and if billions of years haven't changed him then it's likely nothing will." Straga rolled his eyes. "Well, he'll be in for the fight of his life. Mom is intent on going and she won't exactly stay quiet when she hears that dad's been working around her." He flopped backward onto her bed and used his hands to cover his face. "What is it with this damn family... Why does everyone feel the need to protect each other all the time?" Gabbrielle arched a brow at his choice of words. "Would you rather we just left each other to fend for ourselves and struggle like maggots on the ground?" Straga uncovered his face. "No, but sneaking around and hiding things from each other isn't right either." Gabbrielle wouldn't argue that. The Tathamet's weren't a perfect family, but their love for each other was. "...Perhaps you have a point." Gabbrielle stood up and went towards one of the many bookshelves in her room. She scanned the many novels and files until she found a blue-ringed binder as thick as her brother's thigh. "But the most important thing is that we have everyone here before we begin trying to fix those little tendencies. If one of us were to become lost, everything that we know may fall apart." Straga noted the large binder in his sister's hand. "Wanna tell me what that is, or are you going to keep me in suspense?" Gabbrielle tossed the book to her brother. As soon as he caught it, he flipped it open for any kind of insight into what his stoic sister might've been planning. For the first couple of pages, he didn't seem to know what he was looking at. But then his mind began putting together a broader picture. And his jaw nearly went slack from the unexpected shock. "This... what is this?" He looked up at Gabbrielle and found her staring back at him with a look of exhaustion. "Right now... It's just an idea. But if we do this right, then it'll be the key to our family staying together." - Abaddon knocked on Gabbrielle's door twice and waited for it to open. He was surprised when, instead of his daughter, his son opened the door. "Straga? What are you doing in your sister's room?" He glanced past his son and found that Valerie was already inside as well, clearly just as surprised to see him as he was her. "Glad you made it, Dad." Straga placed his hand on his father's shoulder. "Come on in." Abaddon didn't get to voice much in the way of refusals, because Straga just pulled him inside without waiting for his opinion. He made him sit down on the bed beside Valerie, who for some reason seemed to be panicking internally and doing a bad job of concealing it. "My love? Why are you here?" "N-Not sure. Actually, maybe I shouldn't be here at all? I'm going to go and check on the baby instead." Valerie suddenly stood up. "Father, hold her down." Gabbrielle demanded. "Nooooo!" Abaddon held onto Valerie without understanding why he was doing so. If he were honest, he didn't really need a reason either. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked amidst Valerie's numerous attempts to kick and free herself from his grip. Straga and Gabbrielle leaned against her desk as they stared at their parents disapprovingly. "We're giving you both one chance to come clean to each other. No more petty lies." Valerie and Abaddon's heartbeats skipped at the exact same time. Of course, they both heard this. And both turned to stare at each other accusingly. ""What exactly did you do??"" "I asked you first." "No, I asked you first." Valerie insisted. "It doesn't matter because chivalry dictates that I let you go first." "Don't give me that shit. Did you fuck Izanami already?!" "Of course not, we agreed to observe her a little more before we thought about any of that. Did you!?" "No! We pinky swore! And why are you asking like you wouldn't know if I did anyway?" "..." "..." "..." "...I did grab a handful of her ass in the hallway though." "Val!" "I couldn't help it! I don't know if it was the pants, or if she just shifted the way she carries her weight, but damn." "...How'd it feel in your hand?" "Springy like Eris' but wide and full like Lailah's." "Damn..." Abaddon bit his lip. "I know, right?" Valerie muttered dreamily. "So then it feels like this..?" Abaddon slipped his hands onto Valerie's behind and gave her ass a firm squeeze. In response, she giggled adorably and plastered a few kisses along his jawline. "Maybeee... Hard to tell through the fabric, don't you think?" "Are you tempting me..?" Abaddon brought his lips closer. "That depends on if you're going to do something about it..." "I think I might have to.." One uncomfortably long kiss later, Abaddon and Valerie were breathing heavily as they rested their foreheads against each other. The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a couple of moments longer before they eventually turned back to their kids who were unfortunately still in the room. ""....What were we talking about again...?"" Straga was envious of mortal races that could just kill themselves whenever they felt like it. Gabbrielle on the other hand was just regretting her decision not to have these two sit on her bed. "...Dad has been secretly filling in Grandpa's role as Maker and Mom is planning to leave so that she can fully assume the position." ""WHAT!?""