Even when a virtual tidal event was poised to strike, Abaddon didn't feel particularly threatened.
With only the tip of his finger, he flicked the wall of sloshing darkness away. Disdain showed on his curled lips. "How dare you covet me...Erasing you will be my.."
Spontaneously, Abaddon remembered something of greater importance.
He whirled around, expecting K'ael to have another reaction to the surge of darkness. However, when he met the eyes of his son, there was barely even a thought forming in his head.
He blinked at his father, then held up both thumbs innocently.
"…Very cool, father."
Abaddon would have felt a bit bashful if he had taken a moment to stop and think.
"Are you alright?? Do you feel strange??"
"Am I supposed to..?"
Abaddon could only pat his son on the head. Having children was unironically one of the most nerve-wracking things of his life.
