First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 895: Angelic Phone Call

*Ka-Ting, Ka-Ting, Ka-Ting… Ka-Ting, Ka-Ting, Ka-Ting… Click!*

"Hello?"

"Fucking finally. I'm pleading with you to introduce the concept of cellular phones to the rest of the citizens in the white city." Abaddon sighed.

Azrael blinked a few times as if he weren't even sure how Abaddon acquired his number.

"…You called me."

"Yes."

"You never call me."

"Always kind of slips my mind I guess..?"

"This must be important. Am I about to be pulled somewhere to observe a particularly cruel death?"

"Do I look like I'm going to be running off to kill anyone any time soon?" Abaddon tilted his camera a bit so that he could show that his head was currently resting on a pillow.

"Are you attempting to show me this as if it would prove anything to me? I am aware that you can be in more than two places at once."

"You make me sound so all-powerful. It's flattering."

"As if your heads needed to get any bigger, Eldest."

Abaddon didn't know when Azrael started taking all these shots at him but he was going to let it go because he was in such a good mood tonight.

"Make your unfunny jokes later. For now, I just need you to take me to your sister." Abaddon revealed. "You should make sure that all of your siblings are there too."

"So much work…"

"Don't get snippy with me. If they'd get cell phones this would all be over in a few short moments."

"Ugh, fine…"

Abaddon watched Azrael move so quickly that the phone couldn't accurately capture his movements.

In two blinks of an eye, Abaddon saw Azrael standing in a familiar white room and talking with someone just out of sight.

"Sister. Eldest is-"

"What have I told you about knocking, brother? I could have been in a state of undress."

"But you are not."

"That certainly isn't the point."

Azrael was a bit slow on the concept of nudity and personal shame.

Whenever he arrived at the scene of a death to bring a deceased adult to the golden gates, they almost always came up to heaven naked.

Around 4,000 years ago, the angel faction finally started wearing clothing to preserve their modesty and Azrael was the absolute last one to get on board with the program.

"I came here at the behest of the Eldest." he continued.

"And where is he?"

"On the phone." Azrael pointed.

Once again, the camera shifted and this time the world went dark.

"Hello?"

"Take the phone down from your ear, Uriel…" Abaddon sighed in annoyance as he rubbed his brow.

The archangel put the phone down, but she did so at an awkward angle that made it look like she had two chins instead of one.

"…You look very pretty, cousin."

"Aww, thank yo- What was that flash??"

Abaddon took a screenshot. "Nothing."

"Why don't I believe you? Your voice sounds suspicious!"

Abaddon was already sending the photo to his sisters. "You're just being paranoid."

Maybe it was for the best that Uriel never understood how to work cellular technology. It would have deprived him of moments like this.

"Did you have to make me speak to you through this contemptible contraption for you to compliment me, Eldest?"

"I wouldn't have to resort to this method if you would get with the times, Uriel."

The archangel said something in Enochian that roughly translated to 'Over my dead body'.

Abaddon smiled wryly. "It just so happens that such an outcome is exactly what I wanted to speak to you about... Please, summon your siblings."

Uriel was surprised to hear Abaddon's tone change so suddenly.

"Give me just a moment."

-

Five minutes later, Abaddon was staring at a cacophony of angels all clamoring to fit their faces into one camera frame.

Ordinarily, he would've taken a moment to laugh about that. But today, that just felt in poor taste.

"It turns out that your brothers... they may not be as dead as we thought."

The commotion that ensued nearly blew the speakers out of Azrael's phone. But without a doubt, the loudest among them all was Uriel.

"Don't joke, Abaddon! Lailah came here just a short while ago and informed us of their demise! Was she wrong or not?" Uriel's emotions were already beginning to bubble up in a big way.

"She was uninformed. Lucifer's son has dominion over his and Michael's souls and he can temporarily restore them as soldiers with all of their original strength intact."

Uriel and her siblings looked rightfully horrified. Abaddon could hardly even say he blamed them.

"Put the word out to the other pantheons. They should prepare to receive more of my men to protect them for the time being."

Raphael took the phone from Uriel's hand. Abaddon didn't tell him that he could see far too much of his nostril.

"This is all a great big mess, cousin. Any chance you have some good news for us? Like you've found where this monster is hiding?"

Abaddon didn't say anything. Truthfully, he was going to tell the angels about Percival's involvement with Chaos. But now he was certain that would only put them more on edge.

"...Here's what I can tell you for now. Sleep in your father's throne room for the night."

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The word 'what' was exclaimed six different times in unison.

"Please, don't ask me any questions for now. Splinters of my army will be arriving within the hour, and they already know their orders, so you don't need to stand over them. Just do what I tell you."

The unyielding firmness in Abaddon's voice left little to no room for arguments.

Even though his extended family trusted him immensely, they still needed more of an explanation than what he was giving. And he couldn't blame them for that.

"I'll arrive for you at first light. Please, be patient with me until then." He pleaded.

The suspicious looks of the angels didn't subside, but they at least nodded in agreement for now.

And that was about the best that Abaddon could ask for right now.

-

Izanami was in Abaddon's closet. Looking for something to pilfer as every other female member of his immediate family did.

Despite her earlier bluster about 'already being dressed to spend the night with him, Izanami wasn't actually so bold as to sleep naked beside everyone when she had yet to even go on a proper date with them.

All of the other fun stuff was going to have to wait until later.

'Fun stuff..? What is coming over me...' Izanami wouldn't admit it to herself, but those earlier shower escapades weren't leaving her mind quite as quickly as she would've liked.

She was probably going to be thinking about it all night long if she were honest.

"Having some trouble?"

Izanami looked over her shoulder and found Eris standing in the doorway.

She was holding a drowsy K'ael in her arms and wearing a purely white nightgown that was the pure opposite of being sinful.

Eris looked like an angel.

She was radiant, pure, and as gentle as a flower petal fallen to the earth.

Izanami had been with Eris and Abaddon for over a thousand years. (In her dream.)

And yet, as she looked at her now, it was almost as if she had never seen her outside of a parka before.

For some reason, Eris smiled as she began walking towards her.

She held up one of her hands and revealed herself to be holding a small tissue.

Izanami didn't budge an inch as Eris took the liberty of wiping the bloody nose that she didn't even realize she had gotten.

"...Am I supposed to take this as a compliment?" Eris asked faintly.

Izanami pinched herself to hopefully force her nerves back under her control. "I won't say that it isn't, but I do wish that I could give you some sweeter words instead of just dirtying your tissue."

Eris found Izanami's honesty to be quite cute. She cupped the face of the Shinto goddess and smiled at her tenderly.

"It is a good thing I already know of what you wish to say. And I am more touched than even I can say."

"That's.. unfair." After everything, Izanami had honestly forgotten about what was the most difficult part of falling for a love deity.

They always seemed to have the emotional upper hand.

"Should I help you pick something?"

Eris moved past Izanami and went rooting through one of Abaddon's dressers.

She pulled out an oversized shirt with the face of a familiar, iconic man and a familiar red 'A' beside his photograph.

"I suppose this will be the true test of Abaddon's feelings for me." Izanami chuckled. "His Nick Saban shirt is more valuable to him than his wedding rings."

"And for that reason, I consider burning it every day." Eris sighed.

*Burp!*

Unprovoked, K'ael let out a small belch that produced a shower of orange sparks.

Both girls seemed surprised and let out small giggles in unison.

"He's… very smart, isn't he?" Izanami smiled.

"Indeed he is.." Eris mused. "I think there'll be quite the buzz when everyone meets him tomorrow."

No one knew that K'ael was Caelum reincarnated. Everyone wanted to give the boy a fresh, new start.

"Are you… sure you want to spend the night with us tonight of all times..?" Eris suddenly asked. "I fear it may not be as glamorous as you may be thinking."

Izanami was surprised that Eris would ask that. She found the question almost funny.

"Honestly… I haven't wanted anything more for a long time now." She smiled. "You couldn't keep me out of your bed if you tried."