A Fiancé for The Dragon God

Abaddon sat atop his bed frozen for several seconds. 

To ensure that he wasn't possibly imagining things, he punched himself hard enough to send his jaw flying off his body, and jammed a finger into his brain to stimulate proper activity. 

Nothing he did worked. 

The results were all still the same. 

His soul had been tied with another, in an unbreakable bond that would hold throughout all of eternity. 

And the newest consort to the source of all horrors was none other than Tita, the woman who he'd promised to marry if he ever decided to take another wife. 

'I guess she got tired of waiting for me.... Why am I making jokes about this!?' Abaddon roared internally. 

He had absolutely no idea how this could have happened, as no matter how horny he was he would never allow himself to just go and jump into the bed of another woman. 

"Umm… Abaddon?"