Blessed by Night

Aubrey was sure when she first laid eyes on Abaddon that he was going to kill her.

And her family.

And… everything.

It was undoubtedly the single most horrifying moment of her entire life.

She had never even imagined in all of her wildest dreams that there would be an entity that could make her feel that hopeless.

And now, she was watching that very same entity sit on the couch with her brother as the two of them seemingly had a rather heated argument.

" …What?! The state fair is garbage! Whenever I went I was always worried about getting shot!"

"That's because you were chunky. If you were skinny like me you could have just weaved through the bullets and ate your funnel cake at the same time."

"…How did you know I was going there for funnel cake?"

"We just established that you were fat, Unc. What else would you have been going for?"

Aubrey rubbed her eyes slowly to make sure that she wasn't imagining things that weren't there due to her weariness.

No matter how many times she thought about it… this really was too big of a disparity between her initial impressions and reality.

"Are you feeling a bit better now..?"

Aubrey looked to her side and finds the beautiful Jasmine staring at her attentively.

"I'm, uhm, fine..." She blushes slightly. "A little mortified about causing such a scene, but I more or less feel like I'll be able to get over it in the next eight years or so.."

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Jasmine chuckled as she pushed a stray hair out of Aubrey's eyeline. "Well, I'll ask you again everyday until then, how does that sound?"

Aubrey was beginning to feel moderately awkward here.

She didn't know how her brother did this! Having more than one woman show interest in you at a time is far too much strain to place on one's heart!

As if Thea wasn't bad enough on her own, she married three more women who all seemed to have it in their mind that they had to have Aubrey and Aisha in their hands by any means necessary.

Even now, Aubrey could see Aisha being chatted up by the toned fate goddess and blushing like a tomato. She wasn't in any position to come save her.

Because do you want to know the worst part of this whole thing?? It was

working!!

Thea and Jasmine were both extremely well built, but what's worse than that is they now looked at least seven years older than the last time that she saw them.

Why was this bad? Well, it was making Aubrey realize that she also had an Achilles heel for older women!

She had to take back all of the cracks she made about her brother being disgusting.

'Oh my gods, is this how Mom got me that time..?!'

"Aubrey..?"

"H-Huh? Yes!" Aubrey hadn't realized it but her revelation had her grabbing her head like she was undergoing a serious mental crisis.

Aubrey was now seriously ready to go home. Everytime she took an action, her stupid fucking brain caused her to humiliate herself in the absolute most unflattering ways possible.

She just hoped that her brother could ask his favor of Abaddon soon, so that hopefully she could leave here with some shreds of a reputation.

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Malachi was savoring a smooth burn in his chest as he swallowed some of the strongest liquor he had ever put in his mouth.

Normal alcohol stopped affecting him a long time ago. However, alcohol made with divinity or blessed by magic still worked like a charm.

But absolutely none of it compared to the liquid abomination currently in his glass. His entire body felt like it was buzzing and asleep at the same time.

The real kicker here? They served him a damn kids drink.

He watched Thea's grandfather pour two gallons of water in a basin before a single drop of alcohol was dipped inside.

…Malachi and Aisha thought they were joking with them at first.

But once the ancient beings poured their glasses, denying the obvious was no longer possible.

This alcohol was meant to be consumed by gods. Definitely not mortals.

"A bit too strong for you, eh?" Abaddon chuckled.

While it was a question posed in good nature, Malachi felt as if his dignity as a man was being questioned.

"It's not that difficult. My fiancé drinks stuff like this all the time."

While Anna did make strong drinks, she had yet to make anything quite as deliciously dangerous as this.

"Oh? You should've brought her then." Abaddon chuckled.

Malachi paused just shy of raising his glass to his lips again.

He looked at Abaddon's face and blinked just a couple of times.

"…Yea, I don't think so."

Somehow, Abaddon felt like he had been discriminated against, but he couldn't say that he didn't see it coming.

"Hey, boy! Are those trinkets of yours just for show or what?!"

A gruff, abrasive voice called out to Malachi- and for some reason the tension that wasn't present in the room at first seemed to multiply.

Even though his eyes were half shut, Malachi starred through blurred vision at another muscular tattooed man. Continue reading stories on mvl

Like Abaddon, he had dark brown skin and a muscular physique, but he was around six inches shorter.

His hair was orange colored and spiky, with two dark horns pointing up towards the ceiling.

His eyes were burning red with black sclera encircling his uncanny pupils.

Malachi could tell just by staring at him. This individual was unspeakably fucking dangerous.

Well, only to him and the girls it seemed.

All of the other men in the room started throwing popcorn and chips at the muscular brute while hurling obscenities.

"Uncle…" Abaddon glowered dangerously.

Abaddon's Father: "Cut the shit, brother."

Abaddon's Son-in-Law: "Stop ruining the mood everytime we get together, you fucking freak."

Abaddon's Best Friend: "He's a kid, Satan. Have some fucking tact for once in your immortal life."

The orange haired man stood up amidst the hail of salty snacks.

"What?! I can't test the waters a little bit?! If the kid walks in here with godslayer weapons on his wrists, then I should be allowed to ask about them!"

Malachi looked down at the shiny bracelets he always wore.

For some reason, he got the feeling that instead of protecting him, they were about to get him in even more trouble.