First Demonic Dragon

On the sidelines, the odd pairing of Asmodeus, Discordia, and Eris were sitting with the rest of the offense, watching Abaddon's dominant performance take the crowd by storm.

A bit of jealousy began to crawl into the general of the Black Legion, and he folded his muscular arms across his chest.

"I don't get it... Why is everyone so obsessed with that brat of mine? My looks are clearly superior. "

Eris / Discordia : "They aren't."

"I smell better than him too."

Eris / Discordia : "You don't."

"...I'm more athletic than he is too."

Eris / Discordia : "Be for real."

The former demon lord gritted his teeth as he glared at the pair of women. "Bah! You two are both biased anyway! One of you is sleeping with him and the other one is trying to!"

"Damn right I am-"

*Smack!*

"Ow! You name stealing bitch!"

Eris ignored Discord's scathing words as she met Asmodeus' eyes with her usual warm smile.

"My words are truthful, but they are also a bit biased, yes. After all, is it wrong of a wife to think of her husband as being the best at everything?"

Asmodeus showed a small, proud smile as he patted Eris on the head. "No, I guess it isn't. I'm glad to see you're taking such wonderful care of my boy. Even to the point of being delusional for him."

Eris chuckled like a young maiden in love and did not refute his claims.

"I am merely grateful to have a husband worth being delusional over. Your son is the best man I have ever known, Ashmodai."

"...He's such a dick, though?"

"Not to us! And besides, he has quite the nice one...Hehehe...hehehehe.."

Discordia finally recovered from her slap and stared at Eris with a curious eye.

"You don't say? Tell me more about-"

*Smack!*

The whistle suddenly blared to mark the end of the possession, and the attention of the group was stolen by the scene on the field.

*Announcer over the speaker* : "And there you have it, folks! Emperor Abaddon has been an absolute physical specimen in this first possession, not allowing the opposing team to move the ball even an inch forward! He has just been bursting through the Wyvern's defense like a safety pin through a condom, and setting the tone of the game early!"

Abaddon and the rest of the defense returned back to the sidelines, each of them giving the dragon emperor pats on the back and words of high praise.

However, Abaddon himself looked to be mildly embarrassed for some reason, and was even scratching his cheek shyly.

'I... did not mean to go that hard.'

Abaddon had wanted to play football all his human life.

But because he was poor as hell and couldn't afford any of the equipment, he was never able to go out for a team.

Playing today had been a lifelong dream of his that he had long forgotten about, and because of that it could be said that he went just a little bit overboard.

The entire purpose of today was to showoff teamwork and showcase to all of Sheol that they could work together with the gods.

But they couldn't work together if he did every damn thing himself!

And if he pulled back a bit the next time he went out there, his people would think he was going soft on the other team out of pity, and the other team would be made a mockery of!

Jazzie's feelings would be hurt and this could possibly even form a crack in their relationship, and Abaddon made it a point to treat all of his children's spouses like they were his own blood.

He wouldn't do that to her!

Right now, the situation was in a real pickle that he did not really see a way out of.

"Chu!"

A small kiss on the cheek prompted Abaddon to look down at his elven wife who was staring at him with eyes filled with lust, sparkles, and wonder.

"You were amazing, honey...!"

Suddenly, Abaddon figured that his problems weren't as bad as he thought.

I mean, come on!

Who didn't want their wife to look at them like this!?

Damn the politics, damn the diplomacy!

All that mattered now was that he continued to look good for his boo!

If the other team wanted to stop his momentum then they were just going to have to get good!

"Thank you for choosing me to play again! It really means a lot that you trust in my ability... I promise that I will not let our family down!" Eris said resolutely.

"I know that you won't, my love. There has never been a single doubt in my mind." Abaddon smiled.

Eris gave him a short, but sweet kiss that wasn't quite enough for either of them before she ran out onto the field.

Just as the rest of the kick return / offensive players followed her, Abaddon gave them all some well needed... motivation.

'All of you listen to me right now. My wife is unspoiled perfection and grace and she had better stay that way. If you let her get so much as a bruise on her skin I will turn all of you inside out ass first!'

Asmodeus : 'How cruel! Even me?!'

'Especially you!'

With a shiver running down their bodies, the kickoff return team ran out on the field to receive the ball.

The Orisha Yemoja ended up catching the ball and going on a... rather unimpressive run.

She summoned a small tidal wave underneath her feet and rode on it to get all the way to the twentieth yard line before being taken down by Absalom on the other team.

Finally, all eyes were anxiously awaiting to see how the Sentinels' offense would measure up in comparison to it's defense.

Cheers for the Empress erupted into the air as the two teams got into position.

Discordia ran her fingertips along the leather of the ball as she dropped down into a two point position.

'Tossing this between my legs... it all feels so vulgar. This damned world is filled with slut dragons.'

Rolling her eyes, the goddess hiked the ball back to Eris and immediately got set on defending her as Abaddon requested.

And she had a mighty task in front of her.

Rushing toward the gap between herself and Darius was a man who was larger in musculature and stature than even Abaddon.

Absalom of the Rabisu triplets was the most physical player on the field, beside Abaddon himself.

It did not suffice to call him a runaway freight train, he was more like a spaceship barreling towards earth.

But Discordia would relish in the taking down of a man of this caliber, and she would not let her fellow lineman have all of the glory.

Instead of shying away from thedemonic dragon who was nearly twice her stature, the goddess of strife rushed at him directly to connect with a full force headbutt.

*Crack!*

Blood ran down the faces of both goddess and dragon as the two maniacs met each other eye to eye for the first time.

Absalom smiled wickedly like some kind of dark fetish of his had finally been stoked.

"To hold one such as myself at bay... you show exemplary spirit, little goddess!!"

"Careful with your flattery, dragon! You may not be able to handle the trouble it brings you!"

With her line showing magnificent heart and spirit, Eris had a surplus of time in the pocket to scope out her field for a proper receiver.

She found Asmodeus being covered by Ryujin neck-in-neck, and she considered shifting her focus over to another target.

However, she had known her former Lord for a very long time, even before she had married his son.

She knew when he was overwhelmed, and when he was just waiting for an opportunity to shine.

With the expertise of a veteran and magical Tom Brady, Eris cocked back her arm and threw a perfect spiral.

No magic, enhanced strength or telekinesis required, just complete and total talent.

Out of the corner of his eye, Abaddon saw the ball coming and a playful little smile formed on his face.

'Hey girls... how are you going to reward me if I score on this play?'

Yara / Imani : 'FOCUS ON THE GAME!'

'I'll give you a moment to think about it.'

Jumping into the air in front of Ryujin, Asmodeus caught the football with one hand and performed a backflip to land on the other side of the foreign dragon.

As soon as Asmodeus' feet touched the ground, he sprinted like a madman and rushed towards the end zone.

*The Announcer* : Do my eyes deceive me folks?! Are we really seeing this!? Empress Eris has launched a stunning 60 yard pass that has been caught by General Asmodeus! And he is still going with no end in sight, just like me after I've taken viagra!

Like he had eyes in the back of his head, Asmodeus sidestepped and danced out of the way of numerous gods trying to tackle him.

He heard multiple grunts and growls as gods and dragons alike hit the turf hard, and he cackled like a madman as he sauntered right into the end zone.

*The Announcer* : "AND THE SENTINELS HAVE SCORED THE VERY FIRST TOUCHDOWN OF THE GAME IN SPLENDID FASHION!!!"

As the crowd let out more deafening roars and words of applause, Asmodeus ran throughout the end zone, his hands up in the air as he performed his own celebration.

A mass of shadows rose up behind him and spelled out one simple phrase loudly for all to see.

'Damn, I'm good.'