*Third Person Perspective*

“Yeah, this has been one of the weirdest days of my life. I need to get back to work now. Mike, you should come with me. I’ll try to figure out a way for you to ‘feel’ again, or jerk off, whatever mines your ore.” Ailyn tried to pull the silver giant along, as she followed after Uriel. He kept recording the kittens for a while, before eventually going with the Dark Dwarf.

Silvia simply vanished into thin air the moment the mana-barrier went down, not bothering to even say some goodbyes. While Luna-76 took her four ‘Players’ along, as they also teleported away, but in a flash of white light.

“Mikey, I know kittens are cute. But have you ever seen baby mice?! Wait, I mean lizards! Our babies would be adorable! We should-” 

Before Lorelei could finished begging Michael to impregnate her, Beatrix stepped in and stated: “We don’t have time for this shit. President Lorelei, we need you to start actually doing your job again. Muissel will help disseminate the information, but you need to do your part as well, with those annoying speeches you love so much. Now let’s go.” Without caring for the lizard-girl’s resistance, the Rat woman and Wood Elf teen, forcefully carried the ‘President of Alfirin’ out of the room.

“Uh, I’m going to go deal with that stuff too. It’s been nice seeing you guys, we should ‘catch up’ for real some time. Congratulations on becoming parents, Mike, Amber. See you later.” Conor followed the others out the door and it closed behind him.

“Rae, come see your grandkids.” Michael smiled at the nervous blood elf, who was also breastfeeding a baby of her own. Ethir walked over, with the black serpent floating behind his back. 

Then Raelin meekly walked over and asked, “Can I… Can I hold one of them?” Without much thought, he gave the thinly furred orange and white cat over to his adoptive mother. The child ‘mewed’ quietly, while keeping its eyes tightly shut. It reached out and grabbed at her unoccupied breast with its tiny little hands, crying softly for sustenance. Without being told what to do, Ethir casually removed her breast from the pink blouse and she allowed the child to suck on her nipple.

“Heheh, I like this brat. She reminds me of a tabby cat I used to have in another life… I think her name was Tygar? Something like tiger, but more cutesy. Fuckin A, I should stop talking so much. It’s pretty tiring for a kid my age.” Iris yawned loudly, nuzzling onto her mother’s chest and dozing off.

“What’s her name?” Raelin finally wondered, then said “I thought I had it rough with twin girls, but you have triplets…”

Amber sat up and looked at the fluffy black furball in her arms, growling “This one… I named Black.” Then she turned to the other two and muttered, “Orange and White. Good names.”

“No, we are not naming our children Black, White and Orange. Fuck, at the very least, you have to make it fancier. Like Ebony, Ivory and Tangerine.” Michael snickered and came up with some slightly better, yet ultimately very crude monikers.

After that, Amber roared “Fine! Then you name them with your language!” Then she literally purred, which translated to “Dark Star, White Star, Orange Star”.

“Enough of your foolishness!” A deafening voice suddenly echoed in all of their minds, even waking Iris from her nap. That black kitten opened its eyes slowly, as bright crimson irises glared directly at Michael’s. The cat meowed, but there was also the oppressive and deep voice booming: “I am Abaddon, Destroyer of Worlds! The Omega to end all Alphas! The Exterminator of Gods and Titans! I am the end of all evils! Righteousness incarnate! You tried to seal me away, as if I were some curse! I am-ah! What are you doing?! Stop that this instant!”

The fiery tigress started licking the fur on the kitten’s back very roughly, causing the newly born creature to be completely incapable of using such powerful telepathy. Michael also swiftly poked the cat’s forehead with the obsidian claw on his right forefinger, easily breaking the skin and drawing blood. Then he whispered “Hmmm, that should do it.”

Without moments, the memories of Abaddon’s many horrific lives were suppressed or erased. It wasn’t enough to destroy his ‘personality’, but at the very least, he would have to grow up like a relatively normal child. Even if he had some faint past memories or understood advanced magical techniques and other knowledge, it wouldn’t make him want to destroy the world at the very least.

“Okay, how ‘bout this?” Michael looked at his three children, then suggested “We’ll call that guy Donald, this cutie will be Abigail and that one… We’ll name her Teresa. Don, Abby and Terry for nicknames. Is that fine with you, Amber?”

“I don’t care.” She stood up, with the baby against her chest and then walked over to the mithril dining table. Then she growled “Meat!”

“Oh, holy shit, we can still eat here? I thought they’d cut us off, once Luna left.” Michael followed after her and sat down on the other side of the mostly clean table. There was only a single bowl in the center, filled with an odd blue liquid and dozens of tiny eggs. Both the still unconscious Seraphim were sleeping on them like mother hens, protecting their offspring.