First Demonic Dragon

- 1,278 Years Later… Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

The feeling of the cold, smooth wall against Izanami's back was sending small electrical jolts down her spine.

Her eyes were big as she looked down at the woman kneeling in front of her.

"W-We don't have time for this, my love…"

Eris smiled at her as she kissed the insides of both her thighs. "You've been difficult to pin down the last few days. Do me this small courtesy and stay still while I show you just how much I missed you."

Abaddon was in the shower nearby, and watching both girls rather closely out of the corner of his eye.

"If time is your concern…"

Abaddon snapped his fingers and time stopped within the room.

Izanami shivered again. She had many, many, memories spent within this particular spell.

Marrying two dragons who lorded over sex and fertility was a unique experience.

Izanami never did quite learn to match their stamina, so they often ended up having their way with her until she quite literally passed out atop them.

Abaddon's golden eyes temporarily flashed red. "You're not the only one who missed her, my love. Do try not to make her pass out before I finish bathing."

"No promises~" Eris' sing-song voice had a rare mischievous inflection to it that made Izanami's heart skip a beat.

"Y-You both can't tire me out too much, okay? Or are you forgetting that we have something to do today?"

Eris just smiled and opened her mouth.

Izanami knew after the first lick that everything she had said had just gone in one ear and out the other.

-

"Why isn't she walking on her own? Are those two feet of hers just for show??" Satan pointed obnoxiously.

Izanami flipped off the overgrown demon boldly, with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Poor Satan, whining that I have a husband who's kind enough to carry me. Do you want your own muscular man to lift you into bed at night?"

Laughter filled the room as Satan hurled all manner of crude-fifth grade level insults back.

It was family night at the Tathamet house. Everyone, busy or not was expected to show up in the common area living room for a night to be spent together in community.

Abaddon found a nice spot on the couch for himself and the girls and pulled them both into his lap.

Izanami traced her finger over her husband's exposed chest playfully.

"How much milk should I get in you before I start telling you what I want for Christmas?"

Abaddon chuckled and shook his head. "You tell the same horrible joke every time I pull you in."

"And you laugh every time I make it, so I must be doing something right."

Abaddon's eyes dipped down to Izanami's low cut dress. He could still see the marks that he and Eris had left on her earlier.

"You are… doing many things right, my love."

Izanami smirked and gently tilted his head upwards. "Like..?"

"You have to make it worth my while if you want an answer."

"I thought I did that in the bathroom before we came..?"

"You did, but I'm afraid you married a greedy man."

Izanami's smile only grew bigger as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've gotten used to that… And I've become a greedy wife just the same."

This time, she was the one to pull her husband in for a kiss. She was even the aggressor as she voluntarily slipped her tongue in into his mouth.

But when he grabbed her breast purely on instinct, the duo were rudely broken up.

"BOOOOOOO!!!!"

"You lot are worse that a batch of horny teens!"

"The movie hasn't even started yet, keep your hands to yourselves!"

A hail of popcorn and bite sized candy rained down on the happy couple as their friends and family voiced their many objections.

Abaddon only laughed as he mischievously ate the flying food that had gotten stuck in his wife's cleavage.

"Someone just pick the movie already so that we can hurry and turn off the lights." Izanami waived her hand.

Imani fell into Asmodeus' lap as she mourned the loss of her son's innocence for what felt like the six billionth time. And counting.

"Are we watching an actual movie tonight, or just a full season of some human cooking competition?" Absalom asked with his arms folded.

"We're letting the youngest decide today." Rhea smiled.

Everyone heard the pitter-patter of little feet running towards the doorway and looked up in anticipation.

There, everyone saw a young, grey-skinned boy with horns that barely crested above his head full of dark, curly hair.

His scales were glossy and unblemished, his eyes bright golden and full of anticipation. Judging from a single glance, the boy was no older than three.

"Did you start 'Ponyo' yet??" The boy looked around worriedly.

"No, we were waiting on you, Agheel. You sure took your time coming." Eris smiled.

The boy gestured to his bright and colorful onesie. "I wanted to get dressed all myself! Like a big boy!"

Izanami beamed with pride.

She leaned down and held out her arms with the biggest smile she could muster. "And you look very handsome, my sweet boy. Come join us."

Agheel wrapped his blanket around his neck and ran towards his mother like a superhero. (He hadn't learned to fly yet.)

He leapt into her arms giggling, just as Abaddon pressed play.

-

Izanami awoke in a cold sweat.

She inhaled a gust of air so deeply that she accidentally threw herself into a coughing fit.

Her vision began to get blurry as she clutched her sheets until her knuckles turned white.

It was all coming crashing back into her mind now.

She had been sleeping. She had always been sleeping.

Izanami initially spent years telling herself not to get to involved. Reminding herself that she wouldn't be around permanently.

But the Eris and Abaddon in her dreams were so much like their real life counterparts.

They broke down every barrier that she had and they made her love them. It was like being trapped in the pull of a black hole.

As the years went on, Izanami resolved herself to be as happy as possible in her dream. For however long she was able.

Izanami became a reformed woman in her dream. She treated herself with the exact same care that Abaddon and Eris did.

She started putting more effort into herself, wearing different clothing, being bolder, making jokes, saying what was on her mind… and it was all for naught.

The husband she loved and craved daily. The wife she worshipped and swooned over. The son she raised with both of them… They were all gone now.

They were locked away in the recesses of her mind as nothing but a memory that even she wouldn't be able to hold onto forever.

And it broke her.

She screamed.

She screamed and she wailed like a banshee who'd just had her spine pulled out.

The tears didn't stop flowing. In fact, she cried so hard and for so long that she turned red.

She couldn't feel her lovers anymore. She no longer had the mark that bound her to them.

Her heart ached. Her soul was broken.

Her life was over.

There's no need to despair. If you want them back, you can have them back. It will just take a little bit of work first.

Izanami stopped crying instantly. Her eyes were completely black and burning with hatred.

She got out of bed.

She walked to the far side of her room and opened the door to the bathroom.

There was another mirror over the sink.

And there, Izanami saw her same old twisted reflection staring back at her.

Once again, a sword appeared within the mirror.

We can get their love back. We can get Agheel back, and we can all be a big family again. We just have to work for it first.

Izanami didn't say anything. She just reached inside of the mirror, and pulled out the odd crystal blade.

Izanami, for all of her lived experiences, had never really held a weapon before. She was awkward and clumsy with it.

This may be of a bit more help.

The sword suddenly shrunk down into a dagger no bigger than the size of a kitchen knife.

Things will be much easier with this. All you need to do is pretend to give them a simple hug and…

"I nearly ran myself mad for so many years while I was inside…" Izanami finally said. "I questioned myself endlessly…

Did I have all of this darkness in me all along and not know it..?

But after being with those two for over a thousand years, I know that I have darkness when it comes to them.

I would blot out every sun and star in the cosmos if it meant that they would only see the light in my eyes. If it meant they would find me special.

But I would never hurt them. And the fact that you don't know the difference… means that you are not apart of me at all."

Izanami tightened her grip on the blade, and raised it up to her slender throat.

If this weapon could take care of a goddess like Ayaana, then she was more than sure it could do the same for her.

And besides… Did she even have anything else to live for anyway?

Maybe if she was gone… then she would get to see her family again.

"Whatever you are… I loathe you from the very depths of my soul." She said hatefully.

The blade flashed across her neck. Blood spattered across the floor.