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Chapter 244 The Sin Of Gluttony & Old Faces

Not only had it been three days since they\'d last done anything, but after their connection had been strengthened they felt as if they would go absolutely insane if they could not touch him.

They were also spurred on from watching him be such a good father all morning, and their urge to give him even more children shot through the roof.

After eight loving and lustful hours, Seras was the last one standing and it seemed like she was about to join the rest of her sisters in dreamland soon enough.

The two had long left the bed where the rest of the sleeping wives lay, and now they were intertwined against the bedroom wall.

Seras had her legs locked around Abaddon\'s waist and had her fangs buried in his neck.

It wasn\'t certain whether or not she had actually managed to drink anything, as her husband\'s repeated thrusts against her womb had made it extremely difficult to keep her mouth closed.

Abaddon sent another wave of indescribable ecstasy throughout her body, and her blood soaked lips parted as she exclaimed her true feelings from the top of her lungs.

"I-I love it! I love you! Please, give me your children!"

Abaddon was particularly weak to his wives sincere requests , so he didn\'t stand on ceremony.

He bit down into his wife\'s shoulder just as he thrusted for a final time inside her womb and came inside of her with the intent to breed.

Seras finally could not hold it anymore and squirted onto the floor as her womb was filled to the brim.

Her vision began to blur, and with her last remnants of energy she grabbed her husband by the face and kissed him with drunken fervor.

Abaddon was sure that he heard her muttering some sweet nothings in between kisses, but ultimately he could not pay attention as each flick of his wife\'s tongue reduced his brain into mush.

Seras\' consciousness began to dim and she rested her head against her husband\'s broad shoulders as she tried to catch her breath.

Abaddon removed himself from her gently before laying his now sleeping wife down onto the bed.

After tucking her under the covers, he smiled happily at all seven of his wives who were all nestled together comfortably, each of them covered in bite marks and filled to capacity with his love.

Normally, he would have crawled right in the middle of them and joined them in their slumber, but as of right now he had other things on his mind.

His daughters still had an hour left before the ritual would be complete, so before that happened he wanted to address the gnawing hunger that had been growing in his stomach.

He looked around for his clothes and found his red robes sitting by the door, ripped to shreds by the claws of Lisa and Bekka.

\'Those girls really... It was worth it.\'

The dragon shook his head before taking a peek into his old closet to see if there was anything he could wear.

All he found inside that took into account his most recent growth spurt was a black ceremonial skirt and a pair of sandals.

As he put them on and tied up his hair, he finally realized that indulging in sex had indeed restored his body but... he wasn\'t quite as he\'d remembered.

His tattoos had returned to their normal color and his hair was now completely red again but... he had also bulked up considerably.

\'I look like mother fed me muscle milk instead of breast milk as a baby...\'

After becoming a true dragon, Abaddon\'s physique now closely resembled his grandfather\'s, and he couldn\'t help but wonder what the old man\'s reaction would be if he saw him now.

Glancing at his wives, he wondered if they noticed his changes as well but when he recalled how focused they were on using their new stamina, he doubted it very seriously.

Slipping out of his bedroom, he walked silently through the castle and traveled all the way downstairs to the kitchen.

It was currently 9pm, and the cooks were still making food for the guards who were rotating shifts.

Abaddon poked his head inside of the busy kitchen, and tried to get a glimpse of what was producing such a wonderful aroma.

The cooks that were embroiled in their tasks before, all stopped and stared back as they recognized him immediately.

"Why it\'s the young master!"

"The little lord just continues to grow, doesn\'t he?"

"You look so handsome!"

Abaddon was beloved by all of the castle workers as a child, but none more so than the cooks.

When his body would allow it, he would sneak in here every chance he got and allow himself to be spoiled rotten with delicious food and treats.

"It is good to see you all." He said as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Think you could prepare me a meal for old times\' sake?"

"Is this truly the famous \'red king\' I keep hearing about?"

"All of these years and he\'s still so shy!"

"You hardly needed to ask, young master!"

Abaddon could not help but feel a bit nostalgic in front of these men and women of various races.

They had been working inside of Yara\'s castle for years, and they were less like servants and more like extended family he hadn\'t seen in forever.

In front of them he was no king, nor was he a conqueror.

No matter what, he would always be the little boy who would come in here asking to lick the spoon that had been used to prepare a cake.

Abaddon entered into the mess hall which was usually filled with the castle\'s workers.

He received a few shocked stares from the newer workers, and joyful greetings from the older ones who knew that Abaddon used to eat alongside them all the time.

An older lesser dragon woman brought out a steaming hot plate of food, and gave him a welcoming smile as she sat the tray down in front of him.

"Here you are, little lord. I\'m not sure if this will be enough for such a large man as yourself but if you need more then just say the word."

"I will, Ingrid. Thank you very much."

The old woman seemed delighted that Abaddon had not forgotten her name despite everything he\'d accomplished and everything he had become, and tears of joy fell from her green eyes as she walked back to the kitchen.

The dragon analyzed the food in front of him and his mouth began to water.

A large bowl of fish and vegetable soup, paired with a hunk of fresh bread slathered in butter.

He began to eat as if he was guided solely by his stomach, but when he swallowed the first piece of fish, a strange occurrence began to take place in his body.

He cocked his brow in confusion as he waited for the sensation to pass, but he nearly fell out of his seat when his hands suddenly became webbed, and he grew gills on the side of his neck.

"What...?"

He dismissed the changes before anyone could see, and stared into his bowl of soup as if it was the culprit.

But in his mind, he already knew what the reason for his new ability was.

\'So that\'s what the sin of gluttony does...\'

He was never that familiar with the powers of the other demon lords to begin with, so it was no surprise that this was his first time seeing what it was capable of.

He continued to eat as if he were trying to see if he could gain another power, but all he received was the ability to produce spores that he\'d gotten from eating a mushroom.

\'How strange...\'

Before this Abaddon was capable of taking an enemy\'s affinity and a portion of their power if he ate their heart, but now he had begun to feel like he didn\'t need to work that hard.

A shred of fish had granted him the ability to grow gills, and a small slice of mushroom had allowed him to produce spores from his body.

What would he gain if he bit an opponent?

Their strengths and magical abilities? Or would he be able to shapeshift into them as well?

And what abilities did he gain from Ouroboros?

Would he ever be able to use them, or would they remain sealed inside of his body?

He was so embroiled in his thoughts over his new power, he did not notice when two more connections started forming in his mind, and very familiar presences began search for him at an impressive speed.

"Found you!"

Just as Abaddon finished his first bowl of soup, his daughters ran into the mess hall bearing wide smiles and striking resemblances to him.

Thea became even more beautiful than before, retaining her radiant blonde hair but gaining a soft caramel complexion and violet eyes that shone as bright as stars.

Mira was the same yet different, as her skin now matched the color of her sister\'s, but both of her eyes were now a frightening and bloody red.

Her long black hair now came all the way down to her tiny feet, and her smile had somehow become even more mischievous and cute.

To make things even greater, Mira had become a true dragon, while Thea had broken her third seal.

Abaddon was overwhelmed with the sight of his daughters who now looked just like him, and he could do nothing but hold out his arms and allow them to fly into his embrace.

"My girls have become even more beautiful. How do you feel?"

"Great!"

Mira opened her mouth to speak, but her sister promptly placed her hand over her lips to stop her from accidentally speaking in dovahzul.

"Sister seems to have developed a new ability after taking your blood, father... It is quite the loud one as well." Thea said as she winced in remembrance of the scene that had occurred earlier in their room.

Abaddon chuckled and gingerly removed Thea\'s hands from Mira\'s mouth. "It is okay, all your sister needs to do is concentrate to ensure that her words come out in antaran, and nothing like before should occur."

Mira took several deep breaths before looking up at her father with a determined expression.

"Mira loves father!"

"Aww!"

The group did not realize that they had been snuck up on by Ingrid, who was coming to bring Abaddon more food.

"It is good to see that the young master has become such a capable father. Watching you grow into a full-fledged man right before my eyes has been one of the highlights of my very long life."

The dragon was wholly unprepared for such sentiment, and a warm feeling began to spread throughout his chest.

Unsure of what to say, he patted both of his daughters on the head and introduced them properly.

"Ingrid, I\'d like you to meet my daughters. My oldest is Thea Tathamet, and this is the youngest, Mira Tathamet."

Ingrid gave the girls a polite smile accompanied by a small bow. "It is very nice to meet you girls. You are every bit as charming and lovely as your father."

The chests of both girls swelled with pride from such a sincere compliment, and this night very quickly became the best of their lives.

Ingrid quickly brought out plates for the girls as well, and the three of them sat down for a meal together as they laughed and discussed silly topics like Apophis\' difficulty in getting used to his new horns and questions about why Abaddon suddenly looked like he\'d been lifting weights ever since he came out the womb.

But as the night became darker, their tender moment was interrupted when Tita contacted Abaddon telepathically again.

\'My lord? Can you hear me?\'

\'I can. Is something the matter?\'

\'Well, not necessarily but Mammon has been urgently requesting your presence for the last two days, and he has asked that I pass a message onto you.\'

\'Oh? What might that be?\' Abaddon asked as if he did not already know the answer.

\'He asked me to inform you that a meeting has been called. The scheduled time is in two days, and it is Satan\'s turn to host it in the land of wrath.\'