Another Dead God?

"I'll ask you to refrain from saying anything unnecessary if you don't mind. To save us both some time."

The room shook quite furiously as Abaddon resisted the urge to level this entire hall from the comfort of his home.

"Careful. Or your end can be as tragic as it will be swift."

Izanagi, for all of his faults and shortcomings, was still a primordial god.

He didn't quite buckle underneath Abaddon's threats and pressure the way a normal deity would. Which in itself was quite worthy of praise.

"Yes, yes, the dragon created to kill things is good at killing things. How dreadfully shocking." Izanagi snorted. "I have not called for your ear on a childish whim. I wish to ascertain my daughter's condition."

Truthfully, Abaddon had forgotten Amaterasu was even in his house until right this moment.

"I will check on her and get back to you." Abaddon started to dissipate.