First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 947: Rolling Thunder

Straga was humming to himself as he returned to his room with gifts in arm.

A bouquet of flowers in the right hand, and a bag of sweets in the left. Across his back, he carried the single largest teddy bear in all the realms.

Since Monica had been back at home, Straga felt like every day was like one big symphony.

The birds chirped louder. Wine was sweeter. Life had meaning again.

Straga made a promise to himself that he was going to shower Monica with all of the affection and love that he couldn't give to her while she was away on a mission.

As fantasies and plans continued to fill his mind, he started to wonder how his life would be if things were slightly… different.

With his oldest sister having the first children among his siblings, Straga had naturally been thinking more and more about the possibility of having children with Monica.

While it was a premise that greatly excited him when he was younger, the older he got the less he felt like it was what he wanted to do.

It was 4 in the afternoon and he and Monica were just getting out of bed. They ate ice cream for dinner last night.

You can't live that kind of life with children!

Plus, kids in their domain meant that Monica would probably stop walking around naked at home... Straga didn't know if he was ready to give that up yet.

He pulled open the door to their shared space and was hit by a wave of fresh mountain air.

Great, jagged mountains pointed towards a blue sky like they were attempting to pierce the heavens.

On the tallest, most imposing mountain, there stood a single home that seemed to literally be carved into the mountain.

Straga sprouted two pairs of bronze wings from his back. Each of them well over thirteen feet in length.

He flew fast towards his home and landed on the balcony just outside his room.

He phased through the door so as not to risk waking Monica, who he expected to still be sleeping at this time.

Much to his surprise, when he stepped inside of his bedroom, he found that the lights were already on and his wife was fully clothed.

That could only mean one thing.

"Is someone here?"

Monica smiled when she noticed the gifts in her husband's arms. The flames of her hair flickered softly. "Your sister stopped by for a minute..." she eyed the surplus of gifts in his arms. "Those wouldn't happen to be for me, would they?"

Straga smiled back at her. "They damn sure aren't for my sister."

Monica stood up and closed the distance between the two of them in two whole strides.

She took the gifts from her husband, but rather than obsess over them, she placed them on the seat beside them and wrapped her arms around him instead.

The flames atop her head turned a soft, ethereal pink.

"...Thank you."

Straga was pretty sure if his heartbeat any harder, then it was going to jail on domestic violence charges.

"...There is no gift I can give you that will properly encapsulate everything that you mean to me. So I intend to give you everything that you set your eyes on and more."

Monica's cheeks darkened. Her husband had come a long way from that little boy who had no way with words.

"It... really is good to be back home." She smiled.

The pair leaned in slowly with their eyes filled with attraction.

"Booooo...!" *Burp* "You guys make me sick."

The duo was rudely interrupted by an irate and seemingly drunken Thrudd. Her body wobbled from side to side as she tried her best to stay upright on two legs.

"All this fucking love and stuff around here... too much mushy shit... Well, who the hell needs that anyway, huh..?" Her words were only becoming more and more slurred as the seconds went by.

Straga crinkled his nose in disgust. "Christ... why the hell do you smell like a DUI..?"

Thrudd flipped her brother off. "You're worried about the wrong thing, asshole... I came here to forget my troubles and ease my sorrows, not be ocularly harassed by you two nincompoops..."

"Nincompoops?"

"Nincompoops!" Thrudd yelled again with a red face.

By now, Straga was unsure of whether or not his sister had actually lost her mind or if he was just secretly still dreaming.

Monica rubbed the back of her neck as she telepathically communicated with her husband.

'She said she wanted to hang out here for a bit because she didn't feel like going back to her own room... I thought something was wrong but this is kind of all new...'

Thrudd collapsed on the floor and Straga tried his damndest not to laugh at her.

When her groaning reached his ears he finally walked over to her and rolled her over with his foot.

He finally noticed the item of his she was holding onto beneath one arm.

"Is that my speaker?!"

"Need it..." Thrudd curled up into a ball. "Sad songs for the soul..."

Straga had never for the life of him thought of his older sister as something pitiful before today.

He kneeled down beside her and tried his best to fix her frantic, drunken hairstyle.

"...What's gotten into you, sis..? This isn't like you."

For a moment it seemed like Thrudd was going to either spill her guts or cry. Her eyes were watery and unfocused.

Eventually, it seemed like Thrudd had pulled herself together enough to sit up on her own. She even managed to make her words sound somewhat coherent.

"Sorry about this... I really shouldn't have barged in. I'll leave you two alone now."

"What are you talking about, you don't need to-"

Straga didn't know that Thrudd's statement was an absolute, not a query. Whether he thought she should leave or not had no effect on her decision.

She vanished right before his eyes. Leaving his speaker behind with him.

-

Thrudd drifted through the hallways of the house with a minor buzz.

She didn't even have the foggiest idea of where she was going. She just knew that she didn't want to go back to her room where Behemoth was likely to be waiting around.

When she saw her, she was sure that she'd try to have sex with Thrudd again. A thought that used to thrill her now just made her feel almost sick.

Creeping through the halls wasn't any easier. Thrudd used to enjoy living in a house with so many people, but today it was a very special kind of hell.

When she heard laughter or chatting come from a room on her path, she had to hurry to turn around in the opposite direction.

Every room that she thought to enter and wallow in already seemed to have people in it.

The very last people who she wanted to explain her drunken state to were her mothers or god forbid her grandparents.

But there were just so many of them that it wasn't easy.

'Maybe I should go sit in Bash's room... he won't ask me questions and I can sit and drink in a boundless nothing until my liver fails and I can grow a new one.' She thought.

Despite her initial sarcasm, that plan seemed more and more like a good idea.

Bashenga really didn't like talking all that much, and he was unlikely to question her on smelling like booze because he was used to their mother smelling like booze. (Valerie)

So far, the only hiccup in this plan would be if he were fighting with Gaia again. Their whole 'not in a relationship but act like an old divorced couple' thing was really going to interfere with her buzz.

But after careful consideration, it became a risk that she was willing to take. Straga was blowing up her phone and she could feel him actively looking for her.

She had already embarrassed herself enough for one day, so she didn't want to become a repeat offender.

Thrudd blinked out of existence in the hall and teleported to an entirely different wing of the house.

Before she could knock on the door to her younger brother's room, Thrudd heard a distinctive commotion coming from down the hall.

Ordinarily, she would have ignored it, but this time she sensed something that piqued her drunken curiosity.

Ever so silently, Thrudd crept down the hallway so as not to be seen or heard.

There wasn't actually a reason for her to be walking on eggshells like this, but now that she'd started her alcohol-fueled mind had told her that it made the most sense.

Finally, she peeked past the corner at the crowd of people talking in the foyer.

Courtney was there, watching Aj and his sister hug a man in a brown trenchcoat and white shirt.

There were more people watching this sweet scene, including a couple of her mothers and a handful of her siblings.

Thrudd's eyes darted all around the room, but she couldn't find the one person she was looking for.

All of a sudden, she felt a stray breath tickle her ear.

"Who ya looking for..?"

"WAAAHH!"

Thrudd whirled around so fast that her head almost spun.

Standing behind her, smiling mischievously was a young woman in glasses with tanned skin and raven hair.

She took one look at Thrudd and instantly knew she was out of sorts.

"Some all-powerful goddess you are... How could you let me sneak up on you like that when I wasn't even-"

"FIONAAAAA!!!" A dam of tears broke free in Thrudd's eyes as she lunged for Fiona with her arms outstretched.

The young human's face turned bleak with horror. "W-Wait, wait, waitttt!!!"