Chapter 465 Sheol’s Resident Primordial
Underneath the Shinto temple was a small floating ho that barely qualified as such.
It was more like a shack, with ordinary dark wood walls and a roof that had the sa aesthetic as a junkyard.
Basking in the darkness of the landmass floating above it, this place seed uniquely isolated from the world and was indicative of the being living inside of it.
Sitting beside a crackling fire in a seiza position was a downright ghastly woman.
Her clothes were a ss; what could only be assud to have once been a pristine white tunic, was now dingy and contained no small amount of burn holes.
Through the holes in her clothing, one could see her flesh that was once fair and healthy, but was now rotting in patches and crawling with maggots.
The actual color of the skin itself had a pale grey color to it, almost like a corpse long dead.
Even as a dead woman, it was clear that at one point she had been very beautiful.
Her long graying hair was string-like and largely unkempt, and her eye sockets were sunken in, with nothing but entirely black eyes devoid of any light, love, or warmth.
It was unknown how long this woman sat and watched the fire burn.
But at a certain point, the joints within her neck cracked as she finally turned her head around 180 degrees and stared at the doorway.
There, she found a pair of glowing red eyes standing in her ho, and a figure hiding just behind a curtain of darkness.
"For what it's worth, I did knock."
The woman did not crack a single smile, nor did she even seem to be breathing.
Abaddon stepped into the light and allowed the dead woman to take an actual look at him for the first ti.
Like the rest of the gods, she had seen him once before so she was painfully aware of just how attractive he was, but her appreciation of his charm went no farther than simple acknowledgnt.
She thought to herself, 'he is the most beautiful man to ever be witnessed' and simply turned her gaze back to the fire.
In terms of reactions, Abaddon absolutely had the more dramatic of the two.
The brief look he'd gotten at her face caused his reptilian pupils to tremble significantly.
Her face, though currently ghastly, was a distinct extraordinary sort of beautiful, and it had a profound familiar impact on him.
"I always wondered just why they shared your nasake…for a while I thought it simply a coincidence, but now I can see now they've inherited your beauty from you too. How is that possible?"
Abaddon sat in front of the dead woman in a seiza position as a sign of respect.
Not because he feared her power or was worried about angering her.
But because he felt a significant amount of respect for her due to the role she might have played in his family.
The woman turned her gaze back towards him, an imperceptible look of surprise in her black eyes.
He wasn't being flirtatious or making any sort of veiled remarks, just making a simple comnt.
And yet it was strange of him to refer to her as beautiful in a form such as this one.
When the woman finally spoke, her voice was chilling and hollow like so sort of charming poltergeist.
"…Asherah asked a favor of to create a clan for her world using my bloodline. My only request was that she provide with but a few souls in return."
Unbothered by the voice of the goddess in the slightest, Abaddon lowered his head in a respectful gesture.
"You may not have done it for specifically, but I would like to thank you for your decision nonetheless.
Your descendant Lailah is the first woman I have ever married and I would be a shell of myself without her."
For the first ti, the goddess showed so sort of visible reaction.
It was clear that a storm of thoughts were going on inside her mind, but she only had one question.
"…Can I et her?"
This wasn't particularly the direction that Abaddon was expecting the conversation to go, but he wouldn't stand in the way of a potential tender eting.
He imdiately contacted his darling wife without a second thought.
'My love, are you awake?'
'Yesh!'
Abaddon snickered at the sound of his wife talking with her mouth full yet again.
Though she appeared regal and authoritative to outsiders, she was pretty much the farthest thing from it at ho.
'Are you dressed?' He asked.
'I am, I was just having breakfast with our babies.'
'I need you for a mont, love.'
'W-Wait, wait-'
Abaddon held out his hands and a woman suddenly appeared in the air and fell into his lap.
Lailah had on a cute but simple outfit of an oversized hoodie and black shorts with high socks.
She typically wore things like this whenever she was in the library for long periods of ti or there was a particularly delicious breakfast prepared.
She wasn't a real big fan of buttons on pants inhibiting her ability to enjoy herself.
Her cute and hoy look was further enhanced by her hair that was up in a ssy bun and the crumbs and icing lingering on both sides of her cheeks.
"D-Darling, why couldn't you wait for a mont! You know that if I leave food around Mira it's as good as gone!"
"I'm sure she wouldn't eat your food like that if you just tell her not to." Abaddon joked.
Lailah closed her eyes and turned her gaze towards the dining room table.
She connected her mind with Mira's, and prayed that she had gotten to her before she was too late.
'Pumpkin, be a good girl and please don't eat mommy's-'
'You snooze you loose, mommy!'
'Mira Tathat!'
'Mommy! Can Straga have your leftovers too!'
'W-What?! No!'
'Uwah…'
'O-Okay, fine… eat slowly.'
A single crystalline tear fell from Lailah's eye as she rested her head on Abaddon's chest.
"It's gone… it took a week and a half of begging to get Tatiana to make a full course pastry breakfast… who knows when she'll do it for again!?"
Abaddon smiled as he licked away the mixture of icing, cream cheese, and syrup from her cheeks and lips.
Lailah looked like she had so sort of pent up perverted remark in store before she suddenly realized that she was inside of a literal shack.
"Why have you brought h- …Oh, hello. Who's this?"
When her eyes finally landed on the corpse woman in the room with them, she showed no real surprise or disgust.
Abaddon shifted Lailah to a more comfortable position in his arms and made introductions.
"My love, apparently this is your ancestor. The Shinto Primordial Goddess Izanami."
Lailah imdiately raised a brow as she stared at the strange, undead woman in a new light.
She analyzed her from every possible angle, but she found it difficult to agree with the assessnt that her husband had provided her.
"I an no disrespect, ancestor, but.. you do not feel like a primordial being."
While Izanami's eyes contained an imnse amount of inner profundity and depth, that was all that seed to be special about her.
The imnse amount of power that one would expect when they hear about primordial beings was not present.
Even Belloc had more power than her before he was reborn as a Tathat and reset.
"…I have been trapped inside of yomi for so long that most of my power is now tied there." She answered plainly.
Abaddon and Lailah let out unanimous sighs of relief.
Suddenly having a primordial goddess show up in their backyard was one sure fire way to make them shit a brick.
Even if Abaddon could restrain the powers of anyone in his world, he would need at least a second to do it.
With beings like this, a second was far, far too long.
Lailah lowered her head in a respectful bow and regained her empress-like deanor.
"I see. It is very nice to et you."
Izanami looked back and forth between her descendent and the man holding her.
It brought back uncomfortably painful mories of a past thousands of years old.
"You…two… are in love."
""Very much so."" The two answered in unison.
"She is my guiding light. My gentle hand."
"He's my confidant… my best friend."
"She keeps smart and open minded."
"He makes laugh and makes feel safe."
""He / She-""
"I get it… you do not have to continue." Izanami held up her hand to stop the gushing couple from sending her into a diabetic coma.
"I just have one question…" she suddenly asked.
The flas inside of the shack were snuffed out, and a suffocatingly sharp pressure started to descend on the shoulders of Abaddon specifically.
Even without her full power, Izanami was still nothing to overlook.
In terms of strength she was comparable to his father or even one of his wives.
"I demand to know… do you listen to her?" She asked in a hatefully scratchy voice. "Would you abandon her if there is a mont where she is no longer considered beautiful…?"
Abaddon and Lailah looked back and forth between each other and Izanami several tis.
They didn't say anything for a long ti until they both had an unexpected reaction.
"She… pfft… she wants to know if you listen to , husband."
"I…" *snicker* "D-Don't make jokes, Lailah… she needs to give a serious answer. "
"S-She also wants to know if you'll abandon when I am no longer beautiful..? Don't you think you should… pft.. HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Lailah's laughter served as the straw that broke the cal's back, and soon Abaddon was unable to hold his own laughter back as well.
"Y-You.. pfft.. are so childish- HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Izanami watched her descendent and her husband collapse all over each other and start laughing hysterically.
Tears rolling, sides splitting, banging on the wood flooring, the whole deal.
During this entire display, Izanami lost all of her previous ferocity as stared blankly at the two full grown and beautiful adults rolling around on the floor of her abode.
"… What the hell is so funny?"
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