Like his father, Abaddon also became engulfed in a common of dark red light enveloped his body and pierced the clouds above.
The only problem was that his seemed to be much larger and pulled in clouds from all over Sheol.
Dark red lightning crackled through the sky like firecrackers in July, and drew the attention of every dragon and spirit within the realm.
'You're kind of overshadowing my dramatic transformation, son…' Asmodeus thought wryly.
But still, he didn't dislike this.
Any worthwhile parent wants their children to go farther in their lives than they ever could have.
And Asmodeus was no exception, but he would never stop chasing after his son, just so that he didn't become some old man who was left behind.
After all, who doesn't want to look cool for their children?
"Come along, my boy! Don't keep me waiting! Show me what a true god of dragons looks like!"
Finally, a creature fell through the clouds.
