Belloc Tathamet : The Death Dragon

"AGGHHHHH!! I HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO MEE!!!"

"You don't mean that, love. He is almost here, just keep pushing."

"I-I'M TRYING, BUT OUR SON INHERITED YOUR BIG ASS HORNS!"

"Yours aren't that much smaller than mine though..."

"ABADDONNNNNN!!!"

"Right, just relax."

Abaddon placed his hand across Audrina's sweaty forehead and a small pink light encased his palm. 

His wife's body became noticeably less tense, and the frightening amount of rage in her system began to flee at a rapid rate. 

The rest of the wives were standing around the bed, wearing matching expressions of worry and nervousness. 

Seras : "Hey... I wasn't this bad, was-"

All: "Yes."

Seras: "Y-You guys don't mean tha-"

Bekka: "Yes we do."

Lailah: "Actually you were worse than her."

Eris: "We never knew if you were going to try to fuck us to death or bite or heads off."