First Demonic Dragon

"Aww, you're wearing that angry face again." Gaia pouted. "What's the use of having that irresistible looking mug if you aren't going to show it off?"

The earth mother had only been around for less than a minute and she was already harassing Abaddon.

Nyx, Bekka, and Lillian were furious.

"Wait, why are you mad??" Lillian realized.

"Because I'm the only one allowed to harass any of you! It is my divine privilege as your housemate!" Nyx puffed out her chest.

"...Bitch that is not your-"

"It was on the lease I signed when I moved in." Nyx pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with very familiar crayon handwriting on it.

"...Did you seriously have our daughter draw this up for you?"

"That's neither here nor there." Nyx put the so called important documents back into her cleavage.

Bekka stood in the way of her husband and Gaia. Her body oozed with a ferocity that gave even these ancient gods chills.

"I asked you how you were alive. I'd like it if you'd answer me before I tore you apart again."

Gaia just smiled innocently.

"Nature endures, my furry friend. You may have destroyed my soul, but my body remained undamaged, didn't it? So I had more than enough left of me to regrow after ou so rudely took a nip out of me."

"So all I need to do is devour the whole earth next time? Understood."

The Gods: "Please do not do that."

"Then someone had better keep this bitch away from my husband or your supply of worshippers is about to become irreversibly low!!"

Amun wisely tried to pull Gaia away from Bekka before she could upset her further.

But just before this debacle was broken up for good, an unlikely individual spoke up.

"I do not understand your appeal with women."

Gaia instantly froze.

"And what is that supposed to mean, son?"

"I've watched you painstakingly. There's really a thought behind your mind that's not my mothers or your televised sports programs."

"And what exactly did

you

think about when you were holding in all that negativity for millennia?"

"The sweet screams of the wicked's agony. Is there anything else important?"

"..." Abaddon was beginning to wonder if maybe Bash would benefit just a bit from being sent to school with other children for a change.

But one single thought about the potential casualties was enough for him to abandon the thought completely.

"...Is that... really you?"

Gaia seemed to have lost all of her earlier brash vulgarity in a surprisingly quick fashion.

Instead, she floated towards Abaddon and his child while trying to go around Bekka.

"That's you, isn't it? Tartarus?"

Everyone in attendance felt their eyes nearly leave their skulls.

By now, everyone knew that Abaddon had taken the underworlds back already.

But even though they were aware of that, it had yet to dawn on their ancient minds that Tartarus didn't just disappear when taken by the dragon god.

Most honestly thought that he just reabsorbed them completely. Erasing their souls and all.

And to be fair… no one could really blame them for thinking that, since who would have ever thought that such an outcome as this would occur?

It had been a while since Bashenga heard his old name and for a moment he seemed slightly nostalgic for his 'glory days'.

But eventually, he dashed away the faintest beginnings of a smile and narrowed his eyes at the green haired woman.

"Didn't recognize me? I wonder if that would have prevented you from attempting to seduce this big imbecile right in front of me?"

Abaddon normally would have chastised his son for the unkind manner in which he referred to him, but little Bash seemed to be on something of a roll here, so Abaddon just let him have it this one time.

Gaia stammered out her words as she smiled uncontrollably in front of everyone.

"A-Abut that… You see it was just a little bit of boredom was all it is. I would have given him my body, but you are the only one who always held my heart!"

Bashenga had legitimately never looked so insulted in his whole second life.

But Bash didn't throw a tantrum or become overly irrational with her.

…Kidding.

"Bitch, you're dead to me!"

"H-Hey! That's no way to treat m-"

"Shut up."

Lillian forcefully covered Gaia's mouth with a tentacle.

"Mmf?!"

Her gaze was permanently fixated below- where her son was about to begin the fight of his life.

"It's starting."

-

"How long I have been patient. Millions of years of watching that which should be mine be safeguarded by that belligerent sun god who reeks of their hope.

Night after night, my perfect vision is stripped away from me and replaced with this accursed symbolism of order.

But my chaos spreads as the days come to pass.

Disorder rising amongst humanity has given my powers new heights. I am the most powerful I've ever been.

And yet, my hunger grows still.

How I wonder just how my power will grow once I have consumed you.

With the very backing of the waters of the abyss and a new position as heir; who would dare to stand against me?

Your arrival was a glorious one for me. It sparked a myriad of possibilities for my otherwise shortsighted point of view.

Why should I settle on only bringing the waters of my chaos to only one earth in one version of reality?

I will plunge every corner of every existence into my own glorious darkness.

There will be no light. No joy. All will only know disorder and disarray. And you will be my conduit needed to bring about this change.

Or... maybe not you.

I've seen your memories already.

Your father would do anything for his 'son', wouldn't he?"

Maniacal rattling bounced around in the confines of Apophis' skull like tennis balls off of cement.

Apep's laughter was haunting. It mocked him endlessly with the goal of driving him mad before the battle even began.

It nearly succeeded.

But somehow, Apophis held onto his nerves and didn't let the beast rattle him.

He was too angry for that.

Golden scales spread along his face and muscles like as his back caught on fire.

Eight burning wings made of gold and purple flame spread out behind him like the vengeful aura of a god.

A shining curved sword appeared in his hand. The runes along the blade glowing with anticipation.

Apophis could be a clumsy talker in the moments where it counted. His wives knew this. His siblings and parents did too.

And yet, after he listened to everything that his dreaded alter ego had said, his mind was probably the clearest it had ever been.

"I'm not sure if you're well versed in human literature. Guy like you probably doesn't bother with all that human stuff in the slightest, huh?

But just to let you know, they have a name for this kind of thing, you know?

Chaoskampf.

It's meaning speaks of a reoccurring theme across mythology- a fated battle between a great serpent, beast... or dragon. And a god of Order or War.

The funny thing is that this type of myth is almost always followed by some great act of creation or a new occurrence in the mortal world.

It really makes me wonder... What exactly will come about for my family when I kill you?"

Apep's hissing was so venomous that it could have burned one's ears.

The serpent finally decided that it was tired of waiting for Apophis to fall to him. Now, he would pursue his prey himself.

Releasing a roar of madness, the two closed the distance to meet each other with a seemingly dire disadvantage between the two.

One was a great primordial god thousands of years old and larger than anything most people would ever see in their lives.

The second was a young man no older than two; who just happened to be the son of collective mythology's most feared monster.

The winner of the battle should have been obvious. Maybe even decided in a single move.

But as the two great powers clashed, circumstances were surprisingly different.

They were completely even.

As an explosion shook this undefinable space, golden purple flame burned against a deep red and black miasma.

Apophis' sword pushed against a single scale on the great Apep's body.

And yet, he wasn't being pushed back.

It required every ounce of strength in his body, but he was standing his ground. And he could sense that his enemy was working just as hard as him, yet not gaining any discernible advantage.

Their first collision was a stalemate.

But Apophis knew better than to send here and enter a shoving match with this unruly snake.

So he was the first to break free from their deadlock.

His body did a sommersault over the back of Apep; causing the chaos serpent to bite down on nothing but empty air.

In a surprising turn of events, the young prince tossed his sword up in the air.

The runes along his weapon glowed so brightly that they could have blinded mortal men.

At his behest, his weapon ballooned in size.

In second, it went from being a khopesh's normal length to a weapon capable of splitting a continent in half.

Apep sensed the torrential amount of energy building behind him.

He turned his hood back just in time to see a large golden sword sailing towards him, but not in time to avoid it.

Under the stunned gaze of every primordial deity present, Apep, the dreaded Chaos Serpent of Egyptian mythology, lost an eye.