First Demonic Dragon

It all happened in the span of three short seconds.

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A portal opened up in the space above the sun and Ayaana flew through the opening.

Instead of her usual black dress, she wore a much more moveable attire. Deep blue hakama pants and foot wraps with a sleek, sleeveless black shirt holding her chest in place.

Two compression armored sleeves were adorned along her arms, each of them bearing rows of plate-like scales all the way up to her armpits.

The portal hummed again, and Asherah emerged from it with the other generals of the Bright Legions close behind her.

Asherah was floundering behind her, trying to remind Ayaana to be mindful of something.

But Ayaana just raised her hand as she scoured the battlefield with her eyes- clearly uninterested in whatever she was trying to say.

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Ayaana's eyes landed on Apophis and their pupils trembled.

Even with eleven minds, they couldn't adequately make sense of what they were seeing.

Their son had a hole in him. A hole.

Abaddon gave Apophis the sin of pride for his 2,000th birthday. He hadn't gotten physically injured ever since. He couldn't.

But as they looked deep into his soul for the first time in forever, they realized that he didn't have it. And his body was apparently afflicted with some kind of curse.

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Ayaana finally noticed that one creature was attempting to make a run for it already. Though with the speed of her mind, he may as well have been moving in slow motion.

Ayaana wouldn't dare to even dream of letting him go.

"We're doing it." Was all she said.

Asherah new that those words were reserved for her.

She nodded in permission, even though Asherah knew that Ayaana wasn't asking for it. They were just telling her what they were about to do.

The girls' forehead moved.

A gemstone protruded out from within the flesh and their eyes turned a deep orange no different from the sun.

The space directly around Ayaana had become disturbed.

It wavered like a heat mirage, and then suddenly everything was distorted, as the world was sucked towards Ayanna's new gemstone.

Percival was around two feet away from a portal that he had conjured to escape from this very unwindable situation.

But somehow, he blinked and everything he saw was white. Just pure, empty white.

His eyes widened in surprise.

There was nothing. Nothing.

Everything as far as the eye could see, or the mind could perceive had been erased.

The universe had been reset to it's most primal state that only the creator and his bride had likely seen before.

It was almost like a clean paint canvas. Ready and waiting for the bounds of possibility to be inscribed.

This was the void.

Not necessarily frightening. Nor dark.

Simply nothingness. A true absence that has been brought about by powers adjacent to the first Big Bang.

Percival bolted.

He began flying even faster than his wings would allow him, relying solely on speed to get him by.

Ayaana flew to their son. Her face softening and lip trembling as they touched his face.

Her words were as gentle as the nothingness around them.

"We should have brought you home sooner... Does it hurt..?"

Apophis didn't necessarily liked being babied by his mothers, but they were billions of years old by now. They were pretty much set in their ways.

But it was particularly jarring, because Seras was supposedly inside.

From the day he had picked up a sword, Seras had never asked him if anything hurt.

He briefly entertained the possibility that what he was seeing was not his mother, but some sort of fever driven dream.

"I'm alright, mom... The only thing wounded here is my pride." He smiled wryly.

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Ayanna's brow furrowed at the choice of words.

"Apparently not... What has happened to your father's gift..?"

Apophis suddenly looked embarrassed. He lowered his head as he wiped a trail of blood from his mouth. "I... gave it to her as a wedding present."

Ayaana sighed. "Apophis..."

"She is mortal, mother. And declined father's invitation to be one of us. I just wanted her to be safe."

"And she took this gift from you willingly, knowing just how much it was worth?"

Apophis didn't say anything- leaving his mother to surmise that the answer was likely no, and he had given the gift to the young human without telling her.

Ayaana sighed. She didn't even bother arguing with her son.

Instead, she held out her hand and created another. A new, glowing sigil formed that Apophis was painfully familiar with.

He felt his brow raise involuntarily. "Ma, since when can you-"

"Don't question us, you're on punishment." Ayaana grabbed her son by the nose and shoved the orb of glowing power into his mouth.

'I'm an adult..?' he thought.

"Did you think something?" They glared.

"No ma'am."

"As we thought."

As Apophis felt the rate of his wound healing improve, he lowered his head in front of them.

"...Thank you." He murmured.

Annoyed as the girls were, their relief that their son was okay was too great a gift for them to ignore.

They kissed their son on the top of his head and both cheeks. A tender gesture loaded with affection.

Claire and Rita soon came flying over, and Ayaana surrendered their son to the custody of his other wives.

They too wanted to know why Apophis had miraculously been given a hole in his chest. Ayaana was sure that Apophis wouldn't be getting off quite so easily with them as he had her.

"Try not to jostle him too much, his body's curse has yet to be dispelled." They warned.

The girls nodded in understanding and took each of his arms around their shoulders.

"Ma... be careful." Apophis warned.

Ayaana's brow was raised.

"His powers.. I think they've got something to do with divinity. You use it against him and he kind of-"

"My boy, tell us later." She assured. "Your warning may be a bit unfounded here."

Apophis looked at the space around him again.

"Oh... right."

Ayaana smiled, and then they disappeared to somewhere that he couldn't see.

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Percival had flown the equivalent of 22,443,971 miles in the short time that he had been in the void.

He kept flying until he couldn't see Ayaana or her lackeys behind him.

His only thought was of putting enough distance between himself and Ayaana to where she couldn't easily catch up.

Stamina wasn't really a problem for him, so this meant that he would have to fly for the rest of his life.

That is, if Chaos did not intervene and get him out of this hairy situation.

And Percival was cursing and praying hoping that she would.

'Come on, you old wench..! This isn't the time for you to pick and choose when to-'

Percival didn't sense a thing, but eventually he ran smack into a wall.

Given the fact that he was flying at beyond full speed, it was almost like a bug smashing against a windshield.

His head cracked open like an egg. Several bones broke and were pushed out of place.

His teeth were definitely in more pieces than they had been thirty seconds ago. And all of this without seeing what'd happened.

He fell, but his body hit the ground shortly afterwards. He thought he had been flying around in a space with no bottom, but this was basically just like walking on a tiled floor.

His body slowly stitched itself back together, but his headache persisted. He was beginning to see things.

Like a floating, animated lump of ham sitting over his head. It smiled at him and blinked it's eyes with a child-like innocence.

"Do you know what we love about the void?" It asked in the voice of a child.

Percival growled and swiped at the lump of meat in annoyance. But when the morsel blipped out of existence, twelve more meaty morsels appeared around the demon.

"It's a blank template. There are no laws or rules here, so that means that we get to make them all. Isn't that fun!?"

"Yea!!"

"Fun! Fun!"

Cheers erupted form the other animated hams as they spun around Percival.

"Anything we want, we can do here! Like no gravity! Ever!"

Percival began floating upward against his own power.

"Or, it can rain cheeseburgers!"

Percival was hit in the face with the largest, most grotesque looking sandwich he had ever seen in his entire life.

"But that's not all!"

The air was suddenly filled with childish music that Percival could see.

He could literally watch the sound waves and musical notes as they bounced across this bleak eternity for gods know how long.

It was impossible.

It's implications were horrifying.

"Gah!"

Percival yelled out when one of the music notes turned into a spear and impaled his tail to the floor.

Next were his wings, arms, and legs. All to the tune of a song eerily similar to 'Baby Shark'.

Percival saw the original hunk of meat land in front of his face.

His smile had become full of sharp teeth, and his eyes dark and full of malice.

"Do you know? The old man designated this a forbidden power, so we don't get any opportunities to use it. On some level, we feel we should thank you!

We get to have fun with the sum our greatest powers, and exact revenge on you in the cruelest ways imaginable too! Doesn't that just make you smile?"

Percival didn't get to answer before his skin was literally peeled away by an invisible force.

As he screamed, he noticed an echo filling his ears.

But it wasn't an echo.

Underneath Percival's layer of demonic skin, there were millions upon millions of ugly little copies of him. Each no bigger than the size of a young guinea pig.

He could copy himself but... not this much.

This was unthinkable.

"Shit..." They all said aloud.

His horrors were just beginning. And near the end, he would beg for the cute and cuddly animations to return.