First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 935: Twisted Metamorphosis

While generally unflappable, Lucifer II, the original sin of pride, was not a fool.

He understood the dire nature of the situation before them.

They had gone into this fully aware that they were running the risk of coming across Abaddon. He just thought the odds were much lower than they actually were.

A fight here meant that their chances of escaping were in negative.

Unless, of course, they could catch him off guard and find a way to escape. But they most certainly would need some level of clearance if that was going to be possible.

'It also goes without saying that we will need to work together on an adequate plan to-'

"Let's see you die, dragon!!"

Beelzebub lifted up the armor covering his stomach and revealed an enormous mouth filled with sharp, rotting teeth.

In a horrifying display, the mouth opened to its absolute limit and proceeded to unleash a volley of the most putrid vomit in imagination.

Abaddon turned his nose up in disgust.

He summoned his favorite shield and ballooned it in size until it fully protected his body.

The vomit hit his shield like an out-of-control firehose. While it did not budge him, suffice it to say that it did surprise the hell out of him.

His Uncle had never possessed a power like this before. At least, not according to his father.

Asmodeus definitely would have recounted something this... disgusting. Acidic vomit wasn't exactly the kind of thing one forgot easily.

Beelzebub suddenly closed his mouth and flung his body into the air towards Abaddon.

He slammed his bulging stomach against the horrific face inscribed on the metal.

This time, Abaddon did end up going flying and crashing through the museum ceiling.

Beelzebub slapped his stomach victoriously as he laughed with his head held high. "Hahahahaha!! Serves you right, pretty boy!!"

Lucifer grabbed his brother roughly by the ear. "We have little time for games, oaf. Take this seriously, or else we-"

The sound of a projectile whizzing through the air shocked both men.

A spear cut perfectly through the space between them, and Lucifer barely managed to hold onto his fingers.

Beelzebub was not so lucky and lost one of his prized pointy ears.

His howling was pitiful and detestable. Even when his ear grew back, he was still stumbling around while wincing from the discomfort.

Abaddon came flying back into the museum and was apparently no worse for wear.

He picked his spear up out of the ground and lunged for the nine-foot demon once again.

Twirling his weapon around his back, he easily cut through the flesh on the inside of his legs and caused his knees to buckle.

As the blubbery behemoth came down, Abaddon went up.

He launched himself off the ground so hard that he collapsed the entire second floor of the museum. His knee sailed into Beelzebub's jaw, snapping his head upward like a bullet.

Abaddon's momentum continued to propel him upward above Beelzebub's body.

He held his spear at a perfect angle. A single thrust was all that it would have taken to impale Beelzebub from the middle of his forehead to his ass, and Abaddon's blade was sharp enough to cut through the demon like butter.

However, at that moment, it seemed like Lucifer knew that his brother was about to get a wound that he wouldn't just walk away from.

Abaddon readjusted his body in midair just as shards of hard light came flying through the air.

They ripped through the already crumbling museum like scissors through construction paper. The blades carved the beautiful architecture finely, from the ceiling to the concrete flooring. By the looks of things, a wayward gust of wind could have blown this place apart.

Abaddon landed on a patch of uncut ground- safe and unharmed.

However, he was soon under siege from a glowing Lucifer.

A large, golden greatsword cleaved through the air and nearly took off Abaddon's head.

Moving faster than the speed of light, Abaddon used one hand to redirect the flow of the weapon, and it just barely grazed over his horns.

Lashing out with two quick chops, he snapped the blade in half with the first, and then with the second, he swiftly struck Lucifer in his Adam's apple.

The golden demon shrugged off the blow and roared defiantly in Abaddon's face.

'Oh, right. I forgot.'

Abaddon's hand became ethereal and ghostly. This time, when he struck Lucifer again, the demon's eyes bulged as he doubled over. Abaddon punched him hard in the back of the head and sent him crashing into the ground.

The resulting shockwave nearly vaporized what was left of the museum and everything that was preserved inside.

Beelzebub had taken enough time to catch his breath, and now was ready to rejoin the battle.

He sucked in a big gust of air until his body ballooned in size.

He now resembled a fourteen-foot-tall beach ball with yellow bone-like protrusions bulging out of his skin.

Beelzebub ran exactly two steps before he hurled his body into the air like a bowling ball from hell.

Abaddon rendered his body intangible and prepared to let the attack pass through him harmlessly.

But at that moment, Lucifer tackled him from behind and drove him face-first into his brother, leaving the dragon to feel like he was being consistently run over by a tire.

Letting out a roar, Abaddon shoved the brothers off of him.

While his face healed, he drew a sword and an axe out of thin air.

The next time that Beelzebub came rolling back around, Abaddon stabbed the large ball in its exposed flesh.

Since the demon of gluttony couldn't stop himself from rotating on a dime, his body was shredded all over, sending spratters of hot blood in every direction.

Beelzebub screamed loudly as his body finally rolled to a stop. He weakly lifted his arms to hold onto his midsection and heep all of his organs still in place.

Abaddon looked down on him with an amused light in his eyes. Something that seemed to infuriate Beelzebub to no end.

"Are you feeling more talkative now?" He smiled innocently.

"Fuck you, pretty boy!" Beelzebub spat at the ground underneath Abaddon's feet.

"Great. I had hoped not."

As Abaddon wandered closer, the blue demon ground his teth together as he tried to crawl away.

He was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that his back was against the wall. Because of those damned weapons, he just wasnt healing as fast as he shoul have.

Not to mention his already low stamina was beginning to dwindle to critical reserves.

Beelzebub didn't want to die here. There were more thing that he wanted to eat. Sugary things, fried things, human children especially!

"Your legend dies here, you old beast!!"

Abaddon paused as he heard the sound of bones snapping and flesh ripping.

A shadow passed over his face and his previous relaxed demeanor was replaced by one of immense concern.

"What… has he done to you…?"