It was almost a full week later. Abaddon was in his bedroom, helping the littlest Tathamet get comfortably dressed after a dookie-up-the back diaper explosion.
Normally his expression would have been a bit more grim, but right now he was jolly.
Even from his secluded home, he could sense it. The familiar buzzing of excited peoples, crippling intoxication, and the underlying desire for reproduction. A celebration.
He loved his children's birth festivals. This was also the first time in history that he decided to open up Tehom to outsiders.
Gods from every pantheon would come to visit to pay their respects, give offerings, and kiss the teething toy.
Did most of them want to be there? Probably not.
But no one wants to risk the possibility of ending up on the dragon's bad side either.
Even Kronos was coming so that he didn't wake up with all of Olympus submerged underwater.
