Literotic asexstories – Porn Star Family Pt. 19 by soul71,soul71 The Seven Sisters of the Underworld
By
Soul71
Thanks to WA001 and Killerarmyguy for the edits.
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Chapter One
“Ira?! What’s the meaning of this?!” Lucifer asked heatedly, getting up from her throne.
“Wow, Mom, those things are huge?!” Cora exclaimed as she studied her mother’s twenty-foot form.
“Cora?! You shouldn’t talk about your mother’s bust like that,” Lucifer spoke in a disapproving tone.
“Oh? How should I talk to you? What is the truth, and what’s the lie?” Cora huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she peered up at her mother. “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?!” she stated, waving her arms about. Her eyes followed how her mother’s body faded from view; she had no idea how, yet she could sense her mother’s footsteps on the fabric of the realm she never thought she would see, much less be standing in. Feeling her loving touch, a touch she’d known all her life when her mother took her face into her hands.
“Oh, my sweet Cora, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to tell you, to teach you everything you needed to know. To show you a world we could make together, yet,” her eyes fell on her daughter’s halo, knowing who she fell for, “as it is, you can no longer walk this realm like I had once hoped you would. Not since you sided with Ira,” Lucifer said in a motherly tone as her golden eyes flickered over to Ira.
“Wait, does that mean I can’t see you anymore?!” Cora cried out.
“What? Heavens no?! We’ll see plenty of each other when we wish it, yet you have chosen a side. I just can’t speak to you about some things, but just look at how beautiful you are?!” Lucifer sighed, running her hands down her daughter’s arms. “I knew you would be,” she said with motherly pride. Turning her head when Ira snapped his fingers, pondering what her grandson had in store for them. She and Cora turned, arching an eyebrow when Elvis Presley’s ‘(You’re The) Devil in disguise’ began to play on the sulfur laced air. Feeling her cheeks heating when Ira began to dance to the music. Her hips began to sway, leaning forward, puckering her lips at him when it got to the line of ‘fool me with your kisses.’ Putting on a display for him, showing off her angelic womanly shape to his red burgundy eyes.
“Mom? Just what have you and my son been doing?” Cora asked, never once seeing this side of her mother before. It wasn’t hard to notice the want in her mother’s eyes.
“Oh, such delicious things we’ve done in this very place,” Lucifer cooed; that was when she noticed that devilish grin on his lips before some unseen force took hold of her arms and legs, wrapping themselves around her breasts as she was lifted into the air. “Ira, what’s the meaning of this!” she roared.
“Ira! What are you doing?!” Cora shouted when she also, was entrapped in those strange bindings that she couldn’t break.
“What?” Ira mused as his Nagdaium’ ReGenesis form came to the surface. “You did ask me to show you how an angel cums, did you not?” he asked with a coy grin on his lips.
“But I didn’t say to tie me up!” Cora huffed, trying not to get wet at how sexy her son looked in that form.
“Don’t you dare do it!” Lucifer warned as she watched Ira’s top right wing folded around him as he plucked a feather from it.
“Oh? Don’t you want to show Mom that face of yours when you feel this?” Ira asked in a sinful light as the edge of his feather brushed along the pad of his finger. His incubus energies arced off of it as he did.
“I’m warning you, Ira,” Lucifer said in false bravado as Ira neared her suspended form. However, she couldn’t stop her pussy from heating and growing moist, knowing full well what that did to her.
“Hmm… I think I’ll risk it,” Ira spoke with a wicked grin on his lips.
“No, no…” Tossing her head back, her angelic light shot forth from her eyes and mouth as Ira’s essence titillated her own.
“Ira, what did you just do?” Cora asked in awe as she watched her mother’s chest heaving rapidly.
“Ira!” Lucifer’s voice thundered as he lightly ran his feather along her inner left thigh as he tormented her.
“Would you like to find out?” Ira asked, peering over at his mother.
“Ira… what are… Oh, fuck me!” Cora wailed as she spontaneously came as Ira’s essence flooded her body in ways she’s never experienced before.
“Mmm, I think we need to remove these clothes; I would hate for you to soak your panties in your bliss,” Ira spoke, running his feather along his fork tongue, tasting his mother’s and grandmother’s sex upon it, with another snap of his fingers removing his mother’s and his grandmother’s clothing. “Yet, to leave you hanging while you watch is very poor of me as your son. So, do enjoy it,” he said, listening to his mother’s whimpers as the feather he had plucked from his wing moved teasingly along her body.
Cora peered through her weak eyes; she’d forgotten how many times she’d came. All she knew was her pussy was soaked, her body weak from the numerous orgasms that assaulted her form. Watching the red mist hover over his pupils as her son stood in front of her suspended mother. Looking worryingly around her as; what light there was in that hellish place darkened as her mother leaned forward. Swallowing hard when she noticed a red murderous light appear in her mother’s pupils.
“You dare to humiliate the Lord of Hell in her own realm?!” Lucifer spoke; her voice shook the very foundations of Hell.
“I dare,” Ira answered with a devilish grin on his lips. “Whatever will you do, oh Lord of Hell,” he taunted, hiding the fear he felt as his grandmother leaned forward, feeling her power pushing the restraints he had conjured to their limit.
“Everything in my power…” Lucifer howled as she tossed her head back, her breasts justled, and her nectar dripped endlessly onto the floor of her cell when Ira added another feather to her torment. Her chest heaved, peering through her half-closed eyes, hating the taunting smirk on Ira’s lips as she felt his tail slipping into her hot, wet cunt. “Don’t tease me, Ira,” Lucifer panted low.
“Whoever said I’m teasing you,” Ira gloated, feeling her sex coating his tail as it surged through her folds.
“I do,” Cora said, causing the two of them to look over at her.
“Oh?”
“Mmmhmm, you can’t do this to us if you don’t plan on fucking us,” Cora stated, trying to wiggle out of her bonds.
“See, even Cora knows you’re just teasing us,” Lucifer uttered, breathing heavily. Her immortal sweat beaded along her brow; her chest heaved as she noted the devilish look in her grandson’s eyes as his feather moved along his fork tongue. Watching his incubus energy arcing off the feather as Ira dragged it along his tongue. “Come, Ira, you can’t get me, us, this fucking wet and just leave us wanting,” she stated, her glistening mound reflected the orange-red glow of the light of the lake of magma. “You can’t torment me so… deliciously and make me plead to have you taking me in front of my own daughter. I know I didn’t raise you to be so cruel to me,” Lucifer said; her angelic light floated off her wings in particles as her body was so energized it wouldn’t take much for Ira to send her over the edge, i.e., a solid good thrust would do it. However, she did not care for the look in his eye before he turned his attention to Cora.
“Ira…” Cora’s voice carried concern as her son stared at her with those red burgundy eyes of his. She didn’t know how to feel, scared or excited. It seemed to her wherever they were in Hell seemed to bend to Ira’s demonic will as if the fabric of the place yearned for its lover.
“Damn it, Ira!” Lucifer cried out at his renewed assault on her body by three of his feathers. “I will get…” Her angelic light flared from her eyes and mouth as her vibration neared its peak. As Ira strolled towards his mother, as she just stared at him like she didn’t know him at all. Nevertheless, when she felt the soft caress on her right cheek, she knew the touch of the man she loved. Ira said nothing as he stared into his mother’s eyes; his right arm reached down and wrapped around her waist and lifted her up.
“Yes, baby, put it in me,” Cora whispered, wishing she had her hands free all so she could hold onto her man. She groaned in want as she felt the crown of his rod pressing against her entrance, moaning as she felt something otherworldly as Ira inched deeper into her sex. While she has had a lot of sex throughout her career as a porn star, the moment she felt him inside of her was like nothing she’s ever felt before. It felt to her that her very being was being touched by all of him at once, yet, not, it was so confusing to her. A predatory light appeared in her eyes as she stared at her son, silently telling him she wanted more. She jerked her chin at him as to say: ‘That all you got?!’ “Oh… fuck!” she gasped; she had no idea what he did, yet she knew her pussy was at his mercy, and Ira knew it. Wondering if this was what all the women he had sex with to feed on felt.
“Ira!” Lucifer screamed out. Growing jealous of watching her own daughter cumming, to how her four wings unfurled, her darkened heavenly light shot off her wings as she came hard on Ira’s cock. “You’re supposed to be fucking me!” she whined; she needed to feel him back inside her now more than ever. Ira might be the Prince of Hell, yet Hell heeded her call, her command, and she’d be damned if she was going to suffer this wanton lust any longer!
“Oh shit,” Ira cursed beneath his breath as Lucifer’s power filled the chamber; magma surged upwards, striking the roof as Lucifer grew to twenty feet tall, breaking the bindings he had used to keep them aloft. For the first time since he’s come to learn who he was and who she was to him, Ira felt fear as the power of Hell swirled around her body. As it burned brightly in her pupils as she glared down at him. Swallowing hard as the chamber’s light faded rapidly as it concentrated in a halo around her body. “Hmpf!” Ira huffed out as his grandmother’s power took hold of his body and flung him across the chamber, reverting to his twelve-foot form as his back struck one of the pillars of stone that held the roof aloft. Looking left and right as the stone came alive and encased his wrist, he could feel his grandmother’s power lacing the stone, keeping him bound to the pillar. While he was God’s and Lucifer’s equal in his realm of Fourth Heaven, outside of it, he was just a very powerful Nagdaium’, where his angelic half was only on par with a Cherubim class of angel at the moment, and his demon was just as strong, he was still at the mercy of his grandmother. True, he could put up a fight, yet the look in Lucifer’s eyes told him don’t bother to try; he would fail spectacularly.
“You come to my realm, torment the Lord of Hell so… deliciously, and think you can disrespect me by not fucking me first!” Lucifer hissed, thrusting her giant face inches away from Ira’s.
“Kind of,” Ira said with a devilish smirk. Granted, not the wisest choice to make with a very horny angel looming over him. “What’re ya gonna do, oh, Lord of Hell?” he taunted.
“Everything I want,” Lucifer said, her fingers snapped, removing the remainder of Ira’s clothing. “You started this, Suriel Zol; you knew this would be the outcome when you teased me so much,” she spoke before passionately kissing her grandson. Her wings extended, slowly beginning to flap, lifting her off the floor of her cage. Her free hand reached down and took hold of the root of his cock while the other was like a vise on Ira’s chin, making him stare into her eyes as her massive size began to sink down on Ira’s fifteen-inch cock, the length needed to bridge the gap to allow an angel to experience their true orgasms.
Cora just watched in shock and awe as she watched her mother’s ass cheeks clapping away, which she would admit sounded more like what one would think giant pieces of metal banging against one another sounded like. Her arms strained against whatever it was that her son had bound her in so she could get a better look at the two of them. True, she has seen and even participated in a few of them, the two of them fucking each other. Yet to her, this seemed different, more intimate to her than whenever her mother used the disguise she wore when she was on Earth. It seemed to her that her mother was freer with herself now that she didn’t have to hide who she truly was. Huffing in annoyance that she couldn’t free herself, she would have to punish her son for making her miss out on all the action as what seemed like an hour had passed as her mother fucked her son on that pillar. Tilting her head when a bed just materialized out of nowhere in front of her. Her nostrils flared as the two of them appeared upon its surface. She’s been in a great many movies; nonetheless, the way the two of them were intertwined made her mad with jealousy.
Cora’s cheeks heated as she watched her mother’s light touch dance down Ira’s right cheek as she straddled his lap. It didn’t take a genius to know that her son’s cock was lodged deep within her mother. A creepy feeling washed over her as her mother had this smile on her face as she peered over at her. “Ow,” Cora hissed as her bare ass hit the stone. Reaching back, rubbing the soreness from her cheeks as she got to her feet; now that she was free, she wasn’t about to be left out any longer. However, the moment she got within a foot of the bed, the strangest thing happened; as she just stood there in stunned shock as her mother just exploded into a periwinkle vapor. She had thought Ira was just messing with her, now as she watched on that gaseous form of her mother just swirled around the bed and how the jet of cum that shot out of her son’s cock had just disappeared into it. Cora felt a light touch on the bottom of her chin as her mother picked it up off the ground and closed it.
“I know I’m beautiful, Cora. No need to be so awestruck,” Lucifer teased as she stood in her spectral form. So very happy that she could experience it once again, thanks to her sweet, caring grandson. Turning her head to the right, her corporeal body solidified as she sat on the edge of the bed; her fingertips were light on his skin as they traced along Ira’s right forearm as he relaxed. Wondering if the child she had just willed to be impregnated with would choose to serve her or Ira. Turning her gaze back to her daughter when Cora just took her by the shoulders, arching an eyebrow at the display. If Cora was anyone else, she would have blasted their essence to the far reaches of the cosmos.
“Can you do that again?!” Cora asked, wanting to experience it.
“Only if Ira wants to be deep within me again,” Lucifer said with a coy smirk.
“You know I’m not…”
“This is your punishment!” Cora said, lunging at her son.
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Mor’s titan form loomed over her children as they went about tormenting the pet their father had given to them. Eight lights illuminated her taut belly. Feeling the immense power growing within her. A wicked toothy grin spread across her face at the fact that she would once again give her mate powerful children to serve him. Aswang and Avalon ferried souls to her to feed the children growing within her when they weren’t enjoying their new toy. Her hand shot out in a thunderous crash as it struck the side of her cavern, shaking it to its core.
“No. No. Don’t you…” Mor grunted as she felt one after another of her children’s power disappearing as the two greater ones consumed their brethren. In doing so, they made their power their own, strengthening them to the point where they were ready to emerge into their realm. Mor’s demonic wail escaped her domain and traveled throughout the eighth circle of Hell, causing those weaker than her to run for cover.
“Go, Azza, and see what troubles that demon your father keeps around,” Zophiel ordered as she stood out on the balcony of her abode which she had built after the crisis with Onoskelis was over. Her platinum silver hair drifted on the sulfur-laced air as she peered in the direction where the wail had come from. Her three sets of amethyst-colored wings sat against her back as she turned to peer back at her daughter.
“Yes, Mother,” Azza answered; her brownish-platinum hair was held back by the tiara her mother had made for her when she finally reached the point where she could use the full might of the powers she was born with. “If something has happened to her, what should I do?” she asked, her fine red bra with metal feathers strained to support her 32D breast as the light of Hell played along her bare midsection.
“Then kill whoever it was that destroyed your father’s consort. I will not have Suriel Zol inconsolable that he neglects his duties to me,” Zophiel stated, seeing her daughter nodding before her six dark purple wings unfurled and sent her racing towards the source of the wail.
Azza swooped down into a landing walk as she pulled her duel Vajra-mushtis from behind her back as she neared the entrance to Mor’s domain. Her angelic fire flickered along the tri-blades that protruded a foot and a half on the left and right side of the handle; a half-moon blade was attached to the knuckle guard as her wings folded against her back. Her gold-ruby eyes looked around as her angelic sight peered through the unearthly darkness, looking for her siblings and Mor. Her head snapped up as a rain of angelic arrows was fired high above. Her eyes followed their flight, hearing the horrific wail as they impacted on the side of a demon she’d never seen before. However, she noted the angelic essence, as weak as it was; she knew she was her father’s child; she just didn’t know why it was attacking its siblings as it had held Aswang within its grip until the pain of the arrows caused her to release its hold on Aswang. Her body moved on its own, her wings acted as a shield as she felt the demon’s claws raking them. Its unholy howl filled the cavern as her blades cut open its flesh before it sank back into the darkness. She didn’t think the demon could recover that quickly; even if Oroan’s angelic arrows were weak, they still carried Heaven’s light, something very deadly to a demon no matter how week they were. Unaware that the demon that she had seen taking the brunt of Oroan’s arrows was not the same demon that attacked her.
“Father!” Oroan called out from high above her.
Azza’s heart raced as she felt his angelic essence approaching as his image appeared in her mind. Her mind flashed back to the time Anael had told her how it was for her when she gave herself to her father. She felt her body heating, wondering when it would be her time to be with her father like Anael had. Would it just be as good as what Anael had described to her? How she hoped that was the case. Her feathers rustled as she stared at her father’s back as he had just appeared in a flash. Seeing the slight confusion in his eyes when Ira peered back at her, wondering why she was there in Mor’s domain, seeing how the demons and the Fallen didn’t interact unless they had to if they weren’t the rulers of the Circles.
“Proud of you, Azza,” Ira said offhandedly, noting how she had conquered her fear of handling her true power.
“Thank you, Father,” Azza said weakly, dropping her head, her cheeks heated at his praise.
“And you didn’t lose any of that hotness; well, I chalk that up to your mother,” Ira said with a flirty smile as his eyes scanned the cavern for Mor. He knew it was very odd for her not to greet him the moment he appeared within her domain. “Oroan!” he shouted, calling out to his son. Arching an eyebrow as he turned around when he felt Oroan’s presence at his back, wondering why Oroan knelt to him in such a manner yet kept his thoughts to himself.
“Forgive me, Father, for calling you…”
“It’s cool, Oroan, but why? Where’s Mor? And the others?”
“Protecting mother,” Oroan answered, seeing through the veil he kept around himself to conceal the ugliness he was born with. He didn’t think his father needed to peer at the disgrace that was his face. “Except for me and Aswang, we were trying to contain the two of them, but they were too strong for us,” he said in shame. “I accept your punishment; take my head, father; I failed you.” Looking up when he felt Ira’s hand on his left shoulder.
“Get up, Oroan, and tell me what the hell is going on here,” Ira said in a fatherly tone, flashing Azza a warm smile when she came to his side.
“I was out getting mother some souls for her to feed her growing children, then when I returned, I found Aswang keeping them away from mother as the rest were guarding her, keeping them from getting to her. I don’t know what is wrong with mother, nor do I know these demons that have attacked us. I’ve never felt something like them before. They attack like no other demon I know of; I’m sorry I fail…”
“It’s okay, Oroan,” Ira said reassuringly. “Glad you called for me; I wouldn’t have known about this otherwise. See to your sister, if you two are still able to fight, then join my side, and we’ll see if we can properly deal with these interlopers.”
“Yes, Father, I will see to it,” Oroan nodded firmly. A strange sensation formed in his body that was so very odd, given his makeup. It made him feel dirty yet also pleased at the same time; it was rather confusing for the demon as he went to see to his sister.
“Azza, I don’t know why you’re in Mor’s domain, but might I ask for your assistance in this matter?”
“Of course, Father, you know I’m always willing to help you,” Azza spoke; her body was on fire at the simple touch of his hand on her shoulder.
“Thanks, let’s go see what we can find out. Mor! If you’re still awake, shield your eyes; if not, Ardat Lili, Avalon, Bolvaril, protect your mother from my light. Rogthakel, O’Yama, Batibat, protect your siblings while they’re indisposed,” Ira shouted as he morphed into his twelve-foot-tall form, hearing their answer as he raised his sword to the ceiling. Noting how Azza shyly inched away from him when his angelic power and light swirled around the blade of his sword as he concentrated his might into a bright beacon illuminating that cave for the first time in all of creation. Not that he needed the light to tell where they were; he already knew; this was to show whatever demon it was that he was not to be trifled with as his Nagdaium’ power reached its zenith. Arching an eyebrow when Ira noted a ruby-red glowing eye peering at him and what appeared to be blood running down her chin beneath her equally ruby-stained lips before that face disappeared into the darkness of the crevice she was hiding within. Nodding to Azza, while he wasn’t concerned that Azza wouldn’t be able to handle whatever they were, she was a Seraphim, after all, and the daughter of the very first angel. What he was concerned with was how some unknown demon could have easily overpowered Mor and his children. His and Azza’s feet touched lightly on the stone ledge; his blue angelic flames flickered along the blade of his sword as it dipped towards the stone. Noting how Azza was readying herself should it come to blows. “Come out before I destroy you,” Ira commanded forcibly, switching his sword to his left hand, lightly holding Azza’s left arm to steady her as the cavern began to shake as. Mor’s influence raced throughout the cavern as she came to. Peering over her right shoulder as, Mor’s massive hand crashed into the side of the cavern as she steadied her body after giving birth to such a massive power.
“Mor’s mate?! Mor is pleased to see you here. Mor has something to tell you,” Mor said as her strides caused the ground to shake as she took one step after another.
“And what would that be?” Ira asked, turning his massive body to her and holding his hand to her. Ignoring how his angelic side wasn’t pleased to feel the demonic corruption on his skin as Mor’s hand filled his, watching how her body shrunk down to her humanoid size in his hand. His eyes ran down her naked body, trying not to get hard as she rubbed her body against his thumb.
“Mor was good; Mor gave you powerful children,” Mor said greedily, smiling evilly at him.
“Huh?” His attention turned towards the crevice as the sound of two demonic growls echoed off the stone walls. Their burning red eyes glowed in the darkness, and the angelic light of his halo and crown washed over their deep red skin as a row of horns sprouted along the top of their wolf-like heads as they breached the hole. Their claws cut through the stone as the right one’s right hand and the left one’s left hand held onto the lip of the opening. Their eyes gazed up at him as they stood at eight feet tall each. Yet something was wrong; he could sense something was not right with them as they were showing off their power when he could tell they had been weakened. “Mor?” Ira’s voice floated on the hellish air in confusion, seeing how he didn’t know she was pregnant again or that she had already given birth.
“Are you not pleased?”
“Didn’t say that, Mor, but I didn’t know you were expecting?”
“Mor’s mate will forgive Mor, yes? For keeping you in the dark around them, Mor wasn’t expecting them to be born for a few more days, but they got impatient and wanted out. They hurt Mor coming out; they were a little rambunctious when they were born. Playing with their siblings a little too roughly, but no harm was done to Mor’s children,” Mor stated, keeping her body on display as she spoke. “Daughters, greet your father; don’t make Mor tell you twice,” she warned, peering down at her twins. Her soulless black eyes glanced at Ira when she suspected he had felt the weakness in them. Wondering if Ira was going to dispose of them and start anew. Not that she was against the idea of being with her mate again; it was always a delight of pain when they were together. Stepping off his hand when Ira lowered it to the ledge. Her sex grew hot as she watched his power washing over him as he shrunk down to his human size, leaping at him, wrapping her naked body around his left arm. “Mor as missed Mor’s mate; Mor’s mate must see more of Mor,” Mor nodded as if that was common sense.
“Hey, maybe once this crisis is over, I might actually have time to just hang out,” Ira stated with a shrug of his shoulders. “So, who are they?” he asked, pointing at his children.
“Well? Introduce yourself to your father, and stop being rude to Mor’s mate. Just because you were just born doesn’t mean you can disrespect your father and Prince,” Mor growled. Smiling up at Ira as their image shimmered and condensed down to human-looking females if you discount the glowing ruby eyes, their dark blood hair, the blood red markings beneath the one on the right’s mouth, while the left had what Ira could only describe markings similar to what he had seen in ‘The Crow’ that Viki and his sister made him watch, yet instead of straight lines above and below their eyes the lines had a flame-like feel to them as they zig-zagged an inch or two along her skin. Ira kept his eyes from dipping lower as their bodies were on display for him. It wasn’t lost on him that the two of them were holding each other’s hand as the light of his halo bathed their pale skin like their mother had. Still, he couldn’t help it; his eyes did note their very perky 36C breasts and their equally pale nipples.
“I am Aamon, this is my sister Angra Mainyu.”
“And what happened to the two of you?” Ira asked, feeling their power weakening as they spoke.
“He shot me with something,” Aamon hissed at Oroan, who was smirking beneath the shroud that kept him hidden.
“She cut me with that blade of hers,” Angra Mainyu spat at her older sister.
“And why were you attacking your siblings?” Ira asked; he wasn’t expecting to receive the most creepiest of grins out of them when he asked that.
“Why not eat them? We ate our other brethren; you don’t need these weak demons to serve you, Father; we are stronger than all of them,” they stated proudly. Their eyes went cross-eyed when the pad of Ira’s index fingers pressed against the center of their foreheads. Their cries of pain rang out as Ira assaulted their essence with his own, forcing them to submit to him, hearing the others laughing at them as they were forced to their knees.
“You will not consume any more of my children, understand me?” Ira spoke forcibly, turning up the pain as their wails chilled his blood. “Do you understand?!” he growled, his power lacing his words.
“Yes, father!” They cried out as one as they felt their father’s power nearly shuddering their forms to the ether.
“You will obey your mother when she commands you, you will not attack your siblings, torment the souls of Hell, have fun with that, but you are not to assault my children. Am I clear?” Ira barked.
“Yes, father, please, father, no more?!” They pleaded, knowing if he pushed any harder, they would cease to exist. Once they had submitted to Ira’s will, their bodies were flooded with his power, healing their bodies of the wounds.
“Now, if I hear you’ve disregarded my words, I will end you,” Ira said, seeing Aamon and Angra Mainyu cowering beneath his gaze. “If you obey, you will be rewarded,” he said sweetly, brushing his thumb along their cheeks. However, that was short-lived as Mor leapt onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, shoving her fork tongue into his mouth. The smack on her ass rang loudly within her domain, followed by her demonic wail of bliss. “Come, Azza, I’ll escort you home,” Ira said, holding out his hand to her after spending a few moments with all his other children.
“Yes, father,” Azza whispered, slipping her hand into his. Feeling her heart flutter, her body heating and began tingling at her father’s touch. Wondering if Anael felt like this before she gave herself to him. As they soared high above the Eighth Circle, unaware a pair of golden eyes were watching them from afar on her throne.
Belial, the ruler of the Eight Circle, watched high above to simulate what she had when she and her sisters lost in their fall. Her delicate fingers interweaved with one another. Her chin slid along her thumbs as they came to rest in the nocks of her thumbs as she watched the elation on Zophiel’s daughter’s face. While Ira, or as she has come to know him as Suriel Zol, didn’t seem to notice how his touch affected the Seraphim, or maybe he did and didn’t wish to show it. Whatever the case was, that wasn’t why she was watching the man. Even now, her sisters were gloating; they might not say the words, yet she knew they were so did the others who had yet felt his touch. Allocen was practically flaunting her swollen belly in their faces, whom she knew was due any time now. Even the demon Asmodan, who slew her sister to take her throne, had felt the man’s touch and even carries his child. Her golden eyes stared intently at the crystal ball the imps serving her held high, watching how his wings moved, how his muscles looked as they grew taut and relaxed as he flew across her domain. She knew she had to make her move while he was still within her domain. However, she wasn’t foolish enough to make a move while he was with his daughter. Her head rose, her eyes held confusion as Azza abruptly hugged him and rapidly flew off. Her heart leapt to her throat when Ira just turned around and peered up. No one could see her citadel; she used her vast powers to conceal it in the haze that obscured the sky of her domain. Yet she just couldn’t fathom how he could see it or sense her gazing at him. Her eyes glanced to and fro as the items she’s collected throughout the ages trembled as Ira’s vast powers announced his approach.
Her white-layered, blue-trimmed armored skirt trailed along the seat of her throne as her gold-plated armored boots lightly stepped onto her dais. The light blue of her greaves, inlaid with gold, glinted in the light of her throne room, feeling her minions taking up arms as Ira easily breached her gates. Her left hand shot up, and her blue angelic power shimmered around her body, rippling as she escaped the shockwave Ira had set loose throughout her home. Her short sword instantly appeared in her hand as she felt every step he took towards her. Puffing out her chest, her layered pauldron shone as she readied herself for battle. Her four wings flexed to keep her agile so she could keep distance between her and Ira. She knew in a head-to-head fight, she wouldn’t win; however, she specialized in fighting from afar, something she knew Ira wasn’t experienced in. If it came to blows, she would use that to her advantage until her other sisters arrived to provide assistance if the need arose.
Her giant double doors groaned as his meaty hands thumped hard against them; the hinges moaned as his might alone pushed those heavy doors opened. Ira’s demonic oppression flooded the room as the doors inched open; Belial swallowed hard as she caught hints of his shadow cloaked horns; it was only due to the light of his halo and crown that she could even see their faint outline due to the unnatural darkness that coated them. His demonic taint drifted off his red burgundy eyes as his face came into view. His midnight blue skin shone in the light of her throne room as he pushed the doors open the rest of the way as he stared her down. His tail thumped lightly on the floor.
“Why?” The question rightly confused her as he just stood there.
“I don’t…”
“Why are you spying on me? I don’t appreciate that, not when I was trying to spend time with my daughter,” Ira said; his annoyance was clear as day.
“Forgive me, Suriel Zol; it was not my intention for you to leave Azza’s side. She’s a very beautiful child, by the way; you and Zophiel must be proud of what she has achieved,” Belial said, trying to butter him up and to ease his discomfort at being pulled away from his child. She noticed he wasn’t buying her platitude as he rolled his thick tree trunk finger as his tail swayed behind him, waiting for her to get to her real reason. “I won’t deny I was peering at you through that,” waving to the crystal ball, ignoring how her imps just stood frozen in place when she knew, given what Ira was, they would have fled the moment he stepped foot on her citadel, “yet I wasn’t spying on you. I have no nefarious plans against you. You just vex me,” Belial said truthfully, seeing how that arched one of his eyebrows.
“How so?”
“You visit my sister, Lucifer, all the time and leave just as quickly without visiting one of us,” Belial spoke, gesturing to herself. “Even Allocen has felt your touch, as well as Zophiel and that demon Mor. Don’t get me started on Asmodan,” her hand shook side to side as she began her rant, “Look at me, Suriel Zol, am I not ten times more attractive than all of them?!” she asked, running her hands down her body.
“How would I know? Do you think I have x-ray vision?” Ira retorted, pointing at her armor. He saw her looking down, noting her embarrassment before her angelic robe flowed down her body as her armor was sent to the ether.
“Now, tell me, Suriel Zol, am I not far more attractive than the Lord of Hell?” Belial boasted, watching how his eyes ran down her body.
“I’m not answering that; I know she’ll hear of it,” Ira stated, knowing a trap when he saw one, and he wasn’t about to have his grandmother on his ass when in truth, she was indeed prettier than his grandmother was. He honestly didn’t know how that could be given all the other angels he’s seen and met. To him, they were all like super models with supernatural powers. His eyes looked around the room as Belial’s throne room dissolved around him, only to appear in her bedroom.
“Come, Suriel Zol, and claim me as your wife and give me the child I’m destined to bear,” Belial said, her angelic robe slide down her body and pooling in a heap twenty feet below at her feet. “I know how you like breasts, Suriel Zol; I guarantee you that mine are the most exquisite you’ll ever feel,” she proclaimed as she cradled her 30NN breasts in her hands. “Let me once again feel what my sisters have felt since our fall from grace,” Belial uttered in longing.
Chapter Two
Garrett Lutz had been walking home from his job one evening when, out of the blue, hands not of his own or that he knew of reached out and pulled him into the alleyway he was walking by. The same alley he always did; their hands muffled his cries of pain as they began to pummel his body with their fists as one always held him bound. He had no idea why they were doing this to him; he only wished for it to end. His left hand reached out to the light of the alleyway, silently calling for help to those who passed by without a care that he was getting the tar beaten out of him. The question remained – Why?!
“Stacy says you’re never going to fuck her again,” hissed the man with tufts of his hair in his hand, forcing his battered face to peer at him. “She’s our slut now; that little dick wouldn’t be able to get her off now, not after what we’ve been doing to that tasty bitch.” Garrett flinched as the man spat on him. He thought that was it, how wrong he was, as their feet began to stomp him into the pavement. It was only because of his screams of pain when they shattered his right knee cap that the six of them fled into the darkness, sure that their assault wouldn’t be reported and that they would be free to continue to make Stacy air tight. Garrett’s wails and pleas for help were weak as he pulled his broken body through the piss and bile that lined the pavement. His hands were broken, his fingers were bent at odd angles, and his ribs were broken; wondering why his wife would do this to him. What had he done to deserve this from her other than filing for divorce when he learned she wasn’t as faithful to him as he was to her. He just didn’t know it was that many men. If she didn’t want to be with him any longer, why would she do this to him? He knew it would take a lot of time for him to heal, yet when he did, he knew there would be a reckoning!
Cassiel stood off in the crowd as she watched how the human mortals loaded up the injured man, who’s only sin she could sense was loving the wrong woman. Moving through the mass of bodies unseen and, climbed into the rear of the ambulance with the man, sensing he wouldn’t make it to the hospital if she didn’t. A light touch on the man’s foot kept him alive when the machines that went beep and whatnot filled the air. She learned when it had a long tone, it was when the man’s body had expired. She knew it wasn’t his time to cross over. While she didn’t serve Heaven, she knew his soul was destined to reside there once his time actually came. Her gold-ruby eyes studied the man’s soul, learning everything she could about the man to see if he would be a worthy candidate for her father to gain the power she knew he would need to take on the last three sisters.
Cassiel stood out of the way, leaning around the nurses and doctors as they worked on the man just to see what they were doing. She found the human’s way of healing the body very strange when all she had to do was will herself to be whole again or ask her more powerful sisters to do it or her father. Cassiel felt her body heating at the thought of her father. Recounting how her body felt pressed against his as they sat on top of his temple, the way his lips felt against hers, to how she thought she had wetted herself only to have Anael tell her that was a normal reaction to their father’s touch. How she wanted to experience it once again. She knew she could take her father’s mind off of the troubles he was facing; she just knew she could. The question was, was she ready for that? Chewing on her lip, ignoring how the humans were speaking to one another as she remembered her conversation with Cora, her grandmother. Wondering if she should talk to her about what she was feeling. Once they had left the room, her eyes moved over the man, noting the tube that was coming out of his mouth to the way the man appeared to be sleeping. Yet she could feel his mind; she knew it was in turmoil as the questions he had asked himself were constantly repeating in his head. She knew the man made an excellent candidate for the Nagdaium’ of Vengeance. She just hoped her father saw it the same way she did.
Her hands lightly pressed on the medical bed as she lowered herself to her knees. Bringing her hands together in prayer, her hot breath flowing over them as she opened her mind to her father, hoping he heard her. “Oh, Father, who is Suriel Zol, hear me. Hear your daughter, please show yourself here in my presence…” She didn’t even finish her prayer as she felt her father was near. Her heart raced as Ira shimmered into view as he walked into the room the man was given.
“Hey, Cassiel, pretty as always,” Ira spoke, flashing his daughter a loving smile. His eyes moved around the room, wondering why she would call him there of all places. Noting how Cassiel’s cheeks heated to a nice red hue.
“You were listening,” Cassiel said breathlessly.
“Of course I was; what father ignores his daughter’s prayer?” Ira asked, flashing her a smirk. Huffing lightly as she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her 38C breasts into his chest as he rubbed her back. “So, want to tell me what we’re doing here and why you’re on Earth?”
“I was fulfilling my duty to you, Father, in searching out souls that are suitable to serve the angel of Vengeance. Some were just calling for that for some slight they perceived or wished ill on the innocent when they were in the wrong. These Lailah and I disregard, yet there are those, like this man, that deserve to call upon you,” Cassiel spoke, gesturing to the man in the bed. “We know you have so much to contend with; we thought if we took this upon ourselves, we could lighten your burden…” Her eyes widened, her cheeks heated rapidly, and a gasp escaped her lips as Ira kissed her left cheek.
“You and Lailah are too good to me; thank you, Cassiel. Mind making sure no one comes in here while I see what this man wants?” Ira asked, peering over at her.
“Of course, Father, I obey,” Cassiel stammered, an array of emotions swirled within her mind as she replayed the kiss. Walking over to the door, not knowing what to do with all those strange emotions assaulting her mind, pondering if she should visit Cora and ask her about what she was feeling.
“You know, you’re like your mother, always dutiful and just as pretty,” Ira flirted, watching his daughter’s face ripen to a cherry before she quickly turned back around. “Now, let’s have a look at you,” he muttered, his red burgundy eyes running over the man’s body. He didn’t need to look at the man’s chart to determine the injuries the man sustained. His index finger tapped on the center of the man’s forehead, casting the man’s soul out of his body to stand across from him. He wasn’t about to wake the man up just to listen to his screaming. While he would be happy to heal the man, yet he was a demon; even demons had rules they had to follow. So he couldn’t heal the man without something in exchange, although if he agreed to what his payment would be, then he would be happy to heal the man’s body free of charge.
“What?! Where am I? Are you here to lead me home?” Garrett asked, his ghostly head looking around, wondering if he was dead or not. If he was dead, wondering if this was Hell.
“You’re in the hospital,” Ira answered, waving to the man’s body. “Tell me, who did this to you?”
“I… I don’t know, it was so dark, it happened so fast. All I can remember is the pain as they worked my body over,” Garrett said; a questioning look appeared on his face, wondering why the boy across from him could see him. “I have an idea who sent them.”
“Who?” Ira asked, even though he knew the answer to that, given he had read his mind as he cast Garrett’s soul out of his body.
“My wife, soon-to-be ex-wife,” Garrett spat, wishing for the months to pass so he could heal up and get his pound of flesh out of his skank of a wife.
“And why would she do this to you?”
“I honestly don’t know; I had her served since all she cared about was getting her cunt fucked by whoever would fill that loose thing she calls a pussy. Maybe she just wants me dead for my life insurance since I would murder her in court,” Garrett said, throwing out suggestions.
“I can help you deal with this wife of yours and those that did this to you,” Ira offered, seeing the man’s perplexed look on his face.
“How?”
“Introductions are in order; I am Suriel Zol, Nagdaium’ of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven. My daughter was the one who brought your plight to my attention,” waving over to Cassiel, “if you agree, for three years, your soul will be mine; you will serve me until your servitude to me is over. When the three years are over, you are free with your soul intact. It will have no bearing on your entrance to Heaven; you’re a good man, Garrett Lutz; I can already see you finding yourself there. While in service to me, you may return to your life if you so wish and forget we even had this conversation, or I can leave, and you will never be the same again. Your body is pretty broken; even with modern medicine, you will live a life of a man in constant pain due to what has been done to you,” Ira said, a ring of fire spread out along his chest, revealing his Nagdaium’ side of his chaotic nature to the man’s soul. Who was watching in horror as his eyes ran upward, noting how his horns nearly scrapped along the room’s ceiling. “I always honor my deals, Garrett Lutz. I promise you if you agree to my terms, you will never again have to worry about this wife of yours or those who did this to you. I’ll even restore you to the way you were before this evil befell you.”
“But… you can’t be real, I’m hallucinating, I have to be?!”
“Just because you don’t believe a being such as I exists doesn’t mean we don’t. Me standing here speaking with your soul is evident of that. It’s the same with Yahweh and Lucifer; just because you don’t believe doesn’t mean they aren’t out there watching,” Ira said, nodding to the window. “Because I’ll tell you something, Mr. Lutz, they sure do believe in you.”
“But I’m just… me!”
“Doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things; you’re soul can tip the scales between good and evil, just like every mortal that lives on this world. However, it seems most of these mortals are more intent on finding themselves in the fiery pit of Hell than the shining halls of Heaven,” Ira said offhandedly.
“But won’t me selling my soul to you send me there?!” Garrett exclaimed.
“No, you will serve me; I am a different power in the cosmic order. I’m neither good nor evil in the cosmic sense of things; I just am. You follow my orders and my commands faithfully, your life won’t be impacted too much. Now, if you disobey, I won’t hesitate to crush your soul and feed the shards to my children,” Ira said darkly. “Do we have a deal, Garrett Lutz?” he asked, his eyes following the man’s soul as he began to pace along his hospital bed.
“And you promise that they’ll be dealt with, and I don’t have to see them ever again?”
“I promise, they’re fate will not be a second thought to you,” Ira stated with a nod.
“And what if I wanted you to erase my memory of the woman I’m currently married to and make it to where this horrible mistake never happened?”
“I can do that; however, that will cost you another year of servitude,” Ira said, ensuring the man knew everything before making a deal with him. A smirk rose on the corner of his lip when the man muttered under his breath, ‘Please God, don’t make me regret this.’
“Okay, if you say you can do what you said, then okay, I agree,” Garrett said, holding out his ghostly hand to Ira.
“Very good, Garrett,” Ira said, his eyes flared as his hand slipped into the man’s hand. His eyebrow rose as he watched a red light racing along the man’s soul; demonic script began to burn itself onto his soul, noticing his angelic name appearing on the center of the man’s chest as their deal was sealed. “I’ll return for your soul once I’ve upheld my end,” he spoke, returning Garrett’s soul to his body. “Cassiel, return to Fourth Heaven and see to your duties,” Ira ordered, blowing his daughter a kiss before he faded from reality.
******
Ira never once wanted to visit the city of New York; even before he became what he is to this day, he still didn’t want to be there. Nonetheless, he had a deal to seal. His eyes roamed the street he found himself on, feeling eyes on him; his demon writhed at the prospect of someone trying to accost him. Wondering how they would deal with his demon as he dragged them to Hell and fed them to his children. He had seen how the city had gone down hill from the once shining beacon it once was from his childhood as he approached the man’s home. Ira’s respect for Garrett grew as he noted how well off the man appeared to be doing, given the sight of the man’s home. His incubus side writhed as he sensed the sexual energies that were flooding the three-story townhouse that was closely tucked beside copies of it, only in different colors. His hand reached forward when he reached the top of the landing, and a wicked smile formed on his lips when the man-made lock thought to keep him out. His image shimmered as he overlapped Garrett’s likeness over his body as his finger tapped on the door handle, unlocking it magically.
Normally, he wouldn’t be able to enter a person’s home due to the rules he had to follow, yet with Garrett’s deal it gave him the means to do so. The sounds of men grunting filled his ears; the smell of sex was thick in the home as the door swung closed behind him. His shoes announced his approach; whether or not they heard it, Ira couldn’t say. Calling his children to him, even Aamon and Angra Mainyu; although they were ill-behaved, they were mostly demons he couldn’t expect them to behave like human children. Still, he knew they would enjoy what was about to happen. Seeing their eyes peering out of the shadows as he ambled through the house, sensing their blood lust. Ira did a double take when Ardat Lili swayed her naked 32E breasts, telling him with those eyes of hers what she wanted before she sank back into the shadows.
As he stood at the entrance to Garrett’s living room, he watched the seven of them rutting like beasts. Ira ignored the state of the house they had turned it into; he could see the once finery of the place beneath the rubbish they had strewn across the place. Ira wondered how long he would have to stand there before they noticed he was even there. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long when one of the men who had attacked Garrett looked up. How did he know they were the men that committed the assault? Their sins were clear as day on their souls. So, he felt no guilt about what he was about to do to them. Seeing the sneer on the man’s face as he brought the other’s attention to the fact he was there. Ira wondered how long Garrett had been dealing with this, given how one of the men was supposedly Garrett’s friend. He knew Luci would have fun with the man if he were to find his soul in her circle; however, that wouldn’t be the case for him and the six others. No, he was going to take their souls; he knew doing so would permanently make them his servants, although their servitude would be short-lived. In doing so, he knew that would push him well past the power Zophiel and Metatron wielded. A power that he was going to need in dealing with the last of the Sisters, yet also to counter Yahweh’s and his grandmother’s might should that ever come to pass.
Ira might have once been cowed by the man’s muscular size when he was just a normal teenage boy. That was no longer the case as one of the woman’s sex partners, the ringleader in the assault whom the woman had wrapped around her finger, stalked towards him, thinking of putting him in his place.
“Listen here, you little shit, I don’t know how you’re walking let alone, show no signs of the beating we gave you,” the man spat in anger; Ira noted the woman’s wicked glee on her face at the thought of watching what she perceived as humiliating her husband.
“Do it, baby, beat that little snot to a pulp, thinking he can leave me,” the woman stated, blowing the man a kiss. Ira nearly felt sick to his stomach as he noted the amount of cum that coated her body. He was definitely going to ensure that Garrett never remembered her. The man did not need the image of what he was seeing in his head. “You should have listened to me, so what I like getting fucked, you were still getting yours. Now, you’re not going to get anything, and we are not getting divorced, so don’t ever think you can escape me.” It wasn’t the first time he wondered how some humans could be far wickeder than the demons he’s met like the woman before him was. “You’re just going to have to watch as real men fuck me like the slut I am. Cry if you want; it will just fuel me when I fuck the shit out of them while you’re lying on the floor, a broken man.” Her sinister grin spread across her face as the man’s fist sailed through the air; Ira felt her glee at the thought of watching her boy toy beating him.
“You simple mortals, you think I’m Garrett, do you?” Ira spoke in a demonic tone, catching the man’s punch with ease. “You think your sins would go unpunished? That you can treat people the way you do and not face the consequences of your actions?” Ira grinned murderously as he watched the man’s horror flooding his face as the disguise of Garrett faded away as his human Nagdaium’ form appeared. His fork tongue ran along his upper lip as the man screamed in sheer pain as a simple tap of his fingernail shattered every bone in the man’s arm. “I’m going to enjoy feasting on all your souls!” Ira spoke, playing up his act. A darkness so unnatural flooded the room, cutting the seven of them off from the material world as their screams delighted his demon. Reaching up with his left hand, ripping the man’s soul from his body as painfully as he could, watching how the color of the man’s skin turned ashen as he held the man’s soul in the palm of his hand, feeling that miniature nuclear reactor pumping him with power pushing him over the edge into the Seraphim order. “Aamon and Angra Mainyu,” he called out to his newest-born daughters.
“Yes, Father, you called for us,” they spoke as one, wearing nothing but what appeared to be silk teddies and high-waisted panties just Aamon wore a green version, and Angra Mainyu wore a purple one. He didn’t think they would choose to wear such garments; then again, Ira doubted there were many demons that would dare to tangle with the two of them.
“Enjoy your snack; do with him as you will,” Ira said, tossing the man at their feet. Arching an eyebrow when their evil grins revealed their needle-like teeth, the same that Mor had when she was in her human disguise.
“Thank you, Father, we know just what to do with him,” Angra Mainyu said as the man’s screams of fear filled the air as Aamon dragged him off into the distance. The look Angra Mainyu cast him over her shoulder made him wonder what was on her mind before she ran off to join her sister in the fun.
“Come out, my children,” Ira spoke in a fatherly tone, watching the rest of them stepping out of the shadows. “Enjoy yourselves, but their souls belong to me,” he stated in an authoritative voice as he peered at every one of them. Ira felt his demon’s amusement as he watched how his children tormented the six. His forked tongue flickered out, savoring the agony of their cries as he watched his children enjoying themselves.
“Father, I present you the woman’s soul,” Aswang said, holding up the woman’s soul in her hand that Ardat Lili ripped out so they could enjoy their fun without worrying about ending the woman’s life.
“Thank you, Aswang,” Ira said, taking procession of it. Smiling down at her when she nuzzled his hand, “Go on, enjoy yourself.”
“Yes, Father, thank you again for the treat,” Aswang said, brushing her 32B breasts up his chest as she rose. Quick as a flash, her lips captured his, testing the waters to see if her father would like to lay with her. It took great will to back away when his tail trailed along her labia, coating it in her sex.
Batibat was next to offer up the soul she had in her bottom two hands. He knew the reason she and O’Yama had split from their original form; Mor had told him that much. In doing so, Batibat lost the ability to speak. He knew if they wanted to, they could return to their former self; it was the reason why O’Yama and Batibat always worked together, yet each enjoyed their freedom instead of both having to constantly deal with both personalities vying for control of a single body. Thanking Batibat, his hand brushed along her hair as Batibat wrapped her arms around his legs. Looking up, seeing the man howling in pain as O’Yama’s acid drool was slowly eating away the man’s feet as O’Yama held the man down with his right foot. He could see the delight in O’Yama’s red eyes at the man’s pain. Rogthakel bounced the soul she was escorting to him on the hinges of her wings; Ira wondered where she learned those soccer moves. He had no idea. Once he had the soul in his procession, he felt the jolt of power, watching his energy arching between his fingers on his right hand, knowing he had reached the height of what a Seraphim was. Now, he knew he could handle the angelic host along with those in Hell. Looking over at his wings, noting the intensity of his angelic light coming off his wings more so than when he was a Cherubim class of angel. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the power of a Seraphim, yet it was nowhere near the magnitude of what he now possessed.
“Hello, Oroan,” Ira greeted as he tried to peer through the dark shroud that cloaked his son. He never knew why he did such a thing, especially in Hell.
“Hello, Father, I have brought what you seek,” Oroan spoke, holding out the light purple-colored soul to his father.
Ira took a deep inhale as he felt all that power now coursing through his veins. The fabric of the pocket of space as he siphoned off the Sisters’ power that he had trapped in the Ring of Solomon began to quake as his power reached to the heights only reserved for a god. Even with all that power, he still couldn’t see his own child’s face.
“You know, Oroan, I will see your face one of these days,” Ira said in a good-natured tease.
“Father, why do you wish to pollute your eyes by the ugliness I hide?” Oroan asked, confused, sensing his father’s hand breaching his shroud only to come to rest on his shoulder.
“You’re my son; a father should be able to see his son’s face,” Ira said truthfully. “Fuck me, no way he’s ever going to go near Vikki or the others; they wouldn’t stop until they fucked his brains out,” he whispered in his mind as Oroan peeled back the shroud that covered his face, revealing one of the most handsome faces he’s ever laid eyes on. “Thank you, Oroan, for doing that,” Ira said, not saying a word when Oroan quickly hid his face. “Go on, go enjoy the torture; I have a deal to seal,” he said, nodding to Bolvaril.
“Thank you, Father, I will,” Oroan replied, hurrying over to where his sister was taking too much of the fun for herself. They all looked towards Ira, who waved to them as he returned the room back to the material realm.
With a wave of his hand, he removed the rubbish from Garrett’s home, along with the pictures that contained the woman’s image and her family photos. Erasing everyone’s mind that was connected to them of the memories that related to their marriage. Ira hoped the man could find someone better suited for him than the woman he had just sent to her death. With that, Ira left the man’s home, ensuring that the front door was locked; he didn’t want the man to get attacked when he returned home.
“Father…” Cassiel gasped as Ira suddenly appeared in the room where Garrett lay. Noticing a slight halo around his body as it pulsated, she knew he was now beyond the range of any angel.
“Thought I told you to return…”
“Please, Father, I didn’t mean to disobey your order, yet I didn’t want him to expire before the deed was done,” Cassiel said, hanging her head in shame, only to feel his light touch on her chin, making her peer up at him.
“I’m not mad at you, Cassiel, that is a reasonable excuse; now that I’m here, return home,” Ira said, watching how Cassiel’s eyes quivered as the pad of his thumb brushed along her bottom lip.
“Yes, Father,” Cassiel answered; she couldn’t help it, her arms wrapped around him as she hugged her father. Feeling her skin heat when she felt his lips on her forehead. Getting rather bashful when Ira just smiled at her as she faded from reality.
“Well, Mr. Lutz, I’m here to collect,” Ira said, walking along the right side of the man’s hospital bed. As he did, he ran his hand over the man’s body, healing Garrett of all the injures he had suffered from the woman’s sex partners. A flick of his finger removed the tube that was being used to help the man breath while they had him in a medically induced coma so his body could heal without Garrett feeling any of the pain.
“So it wasn’t a dream?” Garret asked weakly as he came to.
“No, your soul belongs to me now,” Ira said truthfully.
“And… she’s…”
“Gone, along with the six that attacked you; you’ll never have to see them again,” Ira said, reassuring the man as he helped Garret to sit up. Telling Garrett to hold out his hands, giving the casts a tap watching them crumble to dust. “How do you feel?”
“I… really good,” Garrett said with a wide smile.
“Good; now, one last thing before I take you home,” Ira said, placing the palm of his hand against Garrett’s forehead and erasing all the memories of his now-dead wife.
“What are you doing in here?!” asked a startled doctor.
“Shh,” Ira uttered, placing a finger to his lips and compeling the man to turn around and forget he ever saw him.
“I can’t leave without my things?!” Garrett just stared slack-jawed when his clothes, that had been cut from his body, were neatly folded and freshly cleaned, with his watch, keys, wallet, and phone sitting on top of them. “So this soul business, it’s just for four years, right?” he asked, getting dressed as Ira stood with his back to him.
“It is,” Ira nodded. “I don’t break my deals; bad for business, as the saying goes. So what do you do for a living?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“I work in finance; I’m good with numbers, just not fighting,” Garrett said, quickly buttoning up his shirt. He wasn’t about to make a being that could do everything he’d done lately, or if whatever the man that stood before him was, could be late for anything. “So, what do I do now?”
“When I take you home, you can go about your life until I call upon you,” Ira answered, peering over his shoulder, watching the man pocketing his things before he began looking for his shoes. “Lose something?”
“Yeah, my shoes, they were expensive,” Garrett sighed when he couldn’t find them.
“Ah,” Ira muttered, searching the man’s mind, seeing how they were kicked off during the altercation that his mind had blocked out due to the beating he was taking at the time. “These them?” he inquired, holding out the man’s Gucci Jordaan Loafers to him.
“Thanks,” Garrett uttered, glad not to have to shell out another grand for a pair of them.
“You ready?” Garrett nodded, keeping his gasp to himself as three pairs of wings folded in around him, and in a blink of an eye, they were standing on the sidewalk in front of his house. Garrett honestly didn’t want to know how he did it; he was just glad that part of his life was gone.
“You take care of yourself, Mr. Lutz,” Ira said, holding out his hand to the man.
“You too… Mr…”
“Just call me Suriel; I will hear you,” Ira cut him off, feeling Gabriella calling for him.
“Okay…” Garrett’s voice died away when Ira just disappeared. “Must have other things to do,” he muttered low before turning to his home to continue on with his life like the last eight years hadn’t happened.
******
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it,” Gabriella stated as she stood outside the wing that Heaven had made in Ira’s realm to house all the angels and their offspring. Her golden eyes ran up and down his body, sensing the large increase in his power since the last time they saw one another.
“Yeah, thought I wouldn’t too; glad I didn’t,” Ira said; he wouldn’t miss being there when Nanael was due to awaken from her slumber.
“Come, she’s due to rise any minute,” Gabriella uttered, holding out her hand to him. Humming in contentment as she rested her head against his arm as they walked towards her chambers. “You know,” her coo resonated in the air as her finger danced up and down his arm, “now that Nanael is all grown and she’ll be spending lots of time with you, I was thinking it’s about time you gave me another baby,” she said, smiling deviously up at him as he peered down at her. “I think it’s only fair to me since you’ve already impregnated the original three again that I, as the last of the first deal, should be bequeathed another child, don’t you think, Ira? I mean, with Seraphina about to pop at any moment and all the other angels you’ve been with, I think you should because we both know you like being inside of me more, but I won’t tell,” Gabriella said, winking up at him, seeing his smirk in response. Holding her finger to her lips as she led Ira into her chambers, she didn’t want to wake Nanael too early and cause an imbalance in her.
Ira fought himself from getting hard as there Nanael lay nude beneath the thin, see-through shroud that was draped over her entire body. He was desperately trying not to perv out on his own daughter as her pink nipples were clear as day through the material; his eyes just couldn’t help themselves as he savored those 32D orbs. Looking down at Gabriella, giving her a questioning look as to where Nanael got those from, given Gabriella’s small bust. He could hear her huff in his mind as she turned her head away from him as she crossed her arms. He knew he was going to have to watch himself around her as his gaze danced along her shapely thighs; the incubus in him lusted after what they would feel like wrapped around him. Placing his hand on Gabriella’s back, steadying her, as Nanael’s power peaked, sending out a shockwave, knowing Gabriella wouldn’t be able to withstand a Virtue class power that Nanael had settled into as her eyelids began to flutter open. Ira bit the inside of his left cheek as that thin material moved down her chest as Nanael began to rise. Watching how the light of his realm played along her white horns down her chest, revealing those lovely orbs to him as Nanael took stock of her new body. Then those golden eyes of hers glanced to the right of her…
“Father!” Nanael squealed in delight at the sight of him. Not caring that she was naked as a jay bird as she flung off the shroud and leapt off the bed. “I’m so happy you’re here!” she exclaimed, hugging Ira tightly, causing her breasts to pancake out as she gazed up at her father.
“Me too. Did you have a good sleep?” Ira asked, while in his mind, he was willing himself not to get hard.
“Mmmhmm,” Nanael hummed as she nodded. “See? I’m ready to serve you now!” she stated, backing away from him and doing a little spin before him.
“I… see,” Ira said, clearing his throat as Gabriella slapped him on his stomach, giving him that look of: ‘You dirty old man,’ along with the smirk to go with it.
“Come, Nanael, let’s get you dressed; I’m sure your sisters will be eager to see you again and for you to learn what you’re duties will be serving your father,” Gabriella said, holding out her hand to her daughter.
“But I can still see you, right Mama?” Nanael asked with that child-like innocence she still had.
“Of course, honey, we can see each other as much as you want; I’m never going to leave you,” Gabriella spoke as she led Nanael out of the room. “Plus, now that you’re grown, I have much more to teach you. Ira, do wait outside; I’d rather you not mess your pants in front of our daughter,” she called out, hearing her chuckle as he hung his head in shame.
“Father?” Nanael whispered as she had exited the wing of Heaven to find Ira gazing out onto the Heaven side of New Atlantis. Her cheeks heated when those warm eyes of his turned to peer at her. Ever since she was born, all she ever wanted to do was to make him happy and that he was proud of her. “H-how do I look?” she asked as her hand sat folded in front of her as she wore the angelic robe her mother had made for her. Her black wings fidgeted slightly, waiting for her father’s response as her black hair swayed in the breeze coming off the lagoon.
“Beautiful like your mother,” Ira said, smiling warmly at his daughter, seeing her insecurity showing being so young and newly arisen to her full angelic status. Noting how Gabriella was gazing at him dreamily before getting Nanael’s attention.
“Now you follow your father’s orders. Heed your sisters; they’ve been serving your father longer and know how this realm works. When you’re done with your duties, return to me, and we’ll begin your studies,” Gabriella said in a motherly tone.
“Yes, mother, I will obey,” Nanael stated, nodding along.
“Now be good, and enjoy yourself,” Gabriella said, trying not to tear up at how her daughter was leaving the nest.
“Don’t worry, Gabby, she’ll be safe,” Ira spoke in a protective tone.
“I know she will be with you, do give what I said some thought. I know you want to be back here,” Gabriella said sinfully as she lifted up her robe just to the point of showing off her mound without doing so.
******
Natalie Merchant’s Wonder was playing high above the temple mount as Cora played her favorite song, dancing with her grandchildren. She made sure each one of them got the attention they needed, given their upbringing. Seeing their warm, happy smiles as her body flowed as she danced. Biting her lip as the shy Azza got into the groove, seeing her sisters Cassiel and Lailah taking hold of her hands, the three of them dancing in a circle while Rikbiel and Anael danced together but separately. She learned not to try to force them to interact with one another; she did feel for Anael when she wanted to be close to Rikbiel, yet due to who they both served, neither could have the close bond they seemed to want. However, she felt her son’s approach, something she’s learned to do ever since she chose to fall for him. How her angel vibrated as his essence floated on the air as it always did whenever she was in his realm. Confusion played along her face as she noted the strange angel that was with her son. Then her hands flew to her mouth, and her eyes quivered as the two of them came into a landing. Squealing in delight at the sight of Nanael in her adult form, she wasn’t the only one to take notice as the others too rushed to greet Nanael, who held onto Ira’s hand with an embarrassed look on her face.
“Nanael, you’re so beautiful; I bet your mother is so happy that you’ve finally awakened,” Cora said, taking hold of Nanael’s face; her thumbs brushed along Nanael’s cheeks, just enjoying the woman Nanael had turned into.
“Thank you, grandmother,” Nanael said sweetly.
“Hush you,” Cora hissed as her son pressed his lips together to keep from bursting out in laughter. Although, she wasn’t going to bring up why he felt so… energized, for the lack of a better word than what she knew he felt like yesterday. As long as he was safe, she wouldn’t pry too much. Pulling her son off to the side before being squished between the six of them as she and Ira watched how they all just chatted away with one another. “I didn’t think you would make such pretty babies,” she sighed as she rested her head on Ira’s shoulder. Wondering if she could get pregnant by her son now that she had awakened as a Nephilim. She would have to ask her mother on that front; she really did want to carry her son’s child. She wanted it all now that she knew they would be together for eternity.
“They are something,” Ira nodded as he watched his daughters getting along, seeing how happy Anael was now that she had another sister she could speak to. He was still a little saddened that Rikbiel wouldn’t breach the gap and have that connection Anael was seeking with her; however, he understood her reasoning, didn’t mean he had to like it.
“It makes me wonder if our own will look as good as they do,” Cora whispered as her hand rubbed along Ira’s bicep.
“You kidding? Have you seen yourself? Definitely going to happen,” Ira said seriously, smiling over at his mother when she lightly slapped his chest and told him to stop. His attention was garnered back to the six of them when they came racing towards them.
“Sister, please show us how you dance for Father,” Anael asked. Being the oldest, she took charge as the rest of them just nodded along.
“I don’t know…”
“Please?!” Came their chorused plea with their hands pressed together and their doe-like eyes urging her to rethink her stance.
“Hmm?” Cora hummed as she tapped her finger against her lips as she was deep in thought. “Girls, why don’t we have a chat over there for a bit? And you don’t do that all-seeing thing you do; this is private,” she said sternly, giving her son the look he knew all too well growing up.
“Scouts honor,” Ira said with a bemused grin on his face. Walking over to where his temple rested, pacing around it while his mother talked to his daughters about what he couldn’t say since he gave his word. His eyes ran along the marble, wondering if he could put a crypt in to house all the souls he had in his possession and would come into his possession. He knew, eventually, it would become too tedious of a task just to remember which souls were permanently bound to him and those which had a set time frame due to the deals they had made with him. Stopping in front of his temple, spinning on his heal and paced out ten feet from it. Morphing into his Nagdaium’ ReGenesis form, looking oddly at his hand when his angelic light haloed his body and pulsated, wondering if it was always going to do that since he surpassed the Seraphim. Placing his hands on the stone as he sensed her approach, picturing what he wanted his vault to look like in his mind as he used the power of creation to reshape the stone into a seal laced with angelic writing and demonic script with his angelic name imprinted in the middle of the seal. There in the darkness, shelves were carved out of the stone as rows upon rows were formed that stretched to near eternity. The lights of the souls that were forever his lined the top shelf of the one to the left of the stairs, while the temporary souls lined the top of the top shelf of the one to the right. He knew eventually he would have to make more deals to keep up with the ones that would be returned to their owners; however, he had years to do that. While his power wasn’t there yet to be a stopblock between Yahweh and his grandmother, he was slowly getting there.
“Rejoice and behold you gaze upon, Ba’al, the mother of all!” she proclaimed as she floated above Ira’s temple mount with her arms outstretched, her godly aura radiating out from her small body.
“Really, Gran, must you do that every time you come here?” Ira teased, getting to his feet. His red burgundy eyes followed how she sank down to the stone.
“And what is wrong with announcing myself, Suriel Zol?” Ba’al huffed as her hands were planted on her hips, puffing out her cheeks.
“Nothing, Gran, I just enjoy teasing an all-powerful goddess,” Ira said with a devilish grin. He still couldn’t get over the fact that she sounded so much like Zuul from the Ghostbuster movie.
“Be careful there, little godling,” shaking her finger at him as if disciplining a child, “That demon of yours doesn’t get you into trouble,” Ba’al stated in a stern, motherly tone.
“Or what? You’re in my realm, remember, you have no power here; I wonder how you would enjoy a spanking with all this power at my fingertips,” Ira said, wiggling his fingers at her, watching her face heat up like mad.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Ba’al said, aghast at what he was inferring; nonetheless, she couldn’t deny that it didn’t make her body quake.
“Oh, I dare, indeed I do,” Ira nodded.
“Ira, you’re not being mean to her, are you?” Cora asked, startling them both. When her son first introduced her to Ba’al, who turned out to be her grandmother, she was so fearful, given the power she felt coming off her little body. Then she learned that she was only cold because she had been hurt so badly by the one she loved the most and was cast out just because she refused to heed his command.
“What? To Gran? No way, I’d never do that to someone so… small,” Ira said with a wide grin on his lips, only to catch Ba’al in his hands as she flung herself at him. They both knew she had no power to challenge him in his realm. Outside of it was a different matter, so he knew she was just playing the part of an aggrieved goddess. “Awe, don’t you just look so sweet up there?!” he mused as he held her aloft as her little legs and arms just went everywhere to get at him.
“You will put the Mother of all down right this second or so; help me, Suriel Zol, you will know my wrath!” Ba’al boasted.
“Oh really, I wonder what you would do if I did this,” Ira said, bringing her down and blowing a raspberry on her stomach through her robe.
“You dare defile my holy body with that nonsense, I’ll show you!” Ba’al stated, her hands reaching out, and took hold of his horns. “Now, who has the power, huh?!” she gloated as she stroked his horns like she’s done numerous times with his cock, knowing exactly what it would do to him. Grinning wickedly as she heard him softly mutter, ‘Fighting dirty,’ also noting how his knees began to shake as he was fighting back from cumming in his pants. With her might, she sent Ira’s weakened body to the ground. “Now, I think I will take my throne, don’t you?” Ba’al stated, plopping down on Ira’s face. “Yes, that’s it, that’s a nice warm seat I have here,” she spoke with utter glee in her eyes as she rubbed her pussy along Ira’s lips.
Cora just stood there, mystified at what she was seeing. She didn’t know her son could be brought down so easily, or was he just playing along? She rightly didn’t know. Although the way he reacted when Ba’al took hold of his horns, she knew that wasn’t an act. She wondered if it was just Ba’al’s touch that made her son like that or if she could do the same thing. It was a very delicious thought that she was going to try out; she couldn’t wait to make her son cum at her touch like she was witnessing.
“Ah, yes, mmm… that’s my good seat; lick me,” Ba’al moaned lightly, keeping control of his horns. She knew it was a dirty trick, yet she was horny; she couldn’t help it. After so many years in hiding, she was making up for lost time. “Now that’s what you get for teasing Ba’al,” she said, straightening out her robe as she stood at his head, grinning at how Ira looked covered in her godly juices. “Batya Zol,” looking over at Cora, who had learned her angelic name during her tutelage under the care of her daughter Gabriella, “you will show me to my newest daughter so I may take stock of the newest child of Suriel Zol,” Ba’al directed, keeping her foot on Ira’s shoulder, pinning him to the stone of his temple mount. “And you, Suriel Zol, Lord of Atlantis, shall lie there and contemplate on how I will get my revenge upon your form,” she stated, peering down her leg at her great-grandson.
“This way, Nanael had just woken up,” Cora gestured; even though Ira invited Ba’al to live in his realm, she was still far stronger than she would ever be to risk back talking to a goddess, even a fallen one.
“I know,” Ba’al stated, spinning on her left heel, looping her arm around Cora’s right, and leading the way. “You know, you’re the only one of my immediate bloodline that didn’t succumb to dirtying yourself with that taint of theirs. I’m pleased to know that my light still shines in one so radiant as yourself,” she praised, laying her hand on Cora’s forearm. “Since the two of us serve he who is Suriel Zol, master of this domain, I think it wise for you to become my handmaiden, with it my protection even outside this paradise. I know my husband; he will send his angels after you, no matter how powerful you are to many of them, even you will fall to their blades. Suriel Zol, while powerful, he isn’t a god, technically. He can’t be everywhere at once like we can,” Ba’al clarified as Cora shot her a questioning look.
“Were you there when Ira fought, you know who?” Cora whispered.
“No, while I wished to lend my aid to the fight, yet it wasn’t worth the risk of revealing myself to my husband,” Ba’al said matter-of-factly with no remorse for not aiding in saving reality.
“Is God that strong?” Cora inquired.
“Not without aid, he isn’t; otherwise, he’d be like all the other gods out there, like I am,” Ba’al stated in an roundabout way, informing Ira she knew about his plan. “Now, this is the daughter of my little thinker, hmm?” she mused, staring up at Nanael as her golden eyes ran over her body. “I can see that mind of yours, Nanael; your mother taught you well,” Ba’al mused, seeing through her innocence at the vast mind beneath it. “And I thought I told you to remain on the stone,” Ba’al uttered as she spun around. Ira just stood there with an aloof look on his face.
“Don’t make me get the duct tape again, Gran,” Ira spoke in an athortative voice, recounting how she looked strapped to the ceiling of his temple as he sat on his throne. The looks of death she hurled at him from her eyes as he just enjoyed the sight.
“You dare…”
“Gran, before you start, would it be fair to see what dancing is like with father?” Anael asked, stepping up and taking charge for her sisters’ and her pleasure.
“Dancing?! What is this dancing you speak of? Ba’al asked, confused.
“If you step out of the way, you will see,” Cora offered; she was a little startled when Ba’al took hold of Nanael’s hand, not in a forceful way but in a nurturing motherly touch when she asked Nanael to stay with her. A smirk rose on the corner of her lip as Tracy Chapman’s ‘Give Me One Reason’ began to play all around them, copying the dance style of Liana Blackburn as she danced to entice her son with the body she had in her youth. She ensured Ira’s eyes were exactly where she wanted them on her hips and womanly curves as she poured all her sexual experience into that dance to show him that not even his father earned this right. However, she wasn’t expecting Rikbiel to join in when the song got to a slow transition part, nor was she expecting how sensuous her moves were as she rubbed up against her son. She knew what effect it was having on Ira when she ran her breasts up his chest. For a second, Cora thought Rikbiel would kiss Ira, given how she was looking at her son; then, out of nowhere, she disappeared. Cora thought that was a strange thing to do, yet said nothing, getting back into the grove; she wasn’t about to waste what little time she had with her son. She knew his fight was far from over. However, she did hope she could at least take his mind off things for a short time as she danced her seduction of the being who is Suriel Zol.
“You must teach me this… dancing, as you call it, it seems to have an immediate effect on Suriel Zol; I think I shall try it,” Ba’al said, peering up at Cora as she still held Nanael’s hand to help with transitioning to the new phase of her life. All her other daughters were just the same when they were created. “Suriel Zol, walk with me for a minute,” she said, waving her arm for Ira to join her side like she owned the place.
“Girls, you do what you need to do; I’ll be back,” Ira called out to his children as Ba’al led him down the steps. Smiling back at his mother when his daughters surrounded his mother, “So, what’s this about Gran?” he asked as they ambled towards the cliff of New Atlantis that overlooked the pyramids that rose in the distance.
“I know what you and that demigod have planned,” Ba’al said bluntly, feeling Ira’s gaze on her for her to continue. “I don’t say that to stop you, far from it,” she spoke, reaching up and taking hold of his hand as she turned her gaze to Ira’s face. “I wish to help my new Lord in this task, for I know where Nu is and where it’s rested ever since we reshaped the cosmos with it.”
“Okay, and why are you telling me this, Ba’al? What’s your interest in this matter?” Ira asked, wiry of her motives.
“I have something to gain if Nu is taken from the Heavens, a return to an equal balance of power, without Nu maintaining his grip on of all reality lessons greatly. Even without Nu, Yahweh is a power not to be trifled with, given the eons of basking in its waters. So, why shouldn’t I aid in this adventure of yours?” Ba’al stated, returning his question.
“Okay, and how do we breach Heaven in the first place?” Ira asked, playing along.
“Oh… that…” Waving off his question as she balanced along the cliff’s edge, “the answer is staring right at you,” Ba’al said offhandedly. “But he needs time to build that large of a power surge to breach the walls of Heaven. So don’t go running off just yet, say three months that will be the time for this excursion of yours,” she offered.
“And why are you helping… him of all people?” Ira asked, referring to Andrew and their dislike for one another.
“Bah, so his god’s return to power is not a big deal. It just restarts everything; maybe this time, it won’t turn out like the last. We’ll just have to wait and see who comes to test Yahweh’s hold on reality,” Ba’al said, like Titans clashing wasn’t something to be taken lightly. “Plus, with Nu, you and that demigod can clean up another of my husband’s mistakes that has seemed to have gotten out of its cage,” she said ominously.
“Care to explain?”
“No, you already know what I mean,” Ba’al stated coldly in a stern tone, telling him she was not pleased with his need to make her appear slow.
“The Djnn, I take it that’s what you’re referring to?” Ira replied with a pointed look.
“Yes, who do you think released the Sisters in the first place? As my daughter has stated to you, it was too heavily warded against Heaven and Hell, not so much when that Pharoah stole it from Solomon’s temple. If it had stayed in the temple, the Djinn wouldn’t have mustered the courage to step foot in it. Yet once it was carted off, it was just a matter of waiting to free them. The Sisters are a distraction; the Djinn are who you must focus on. Given how their only goal is to bring everything into nothingness from which they were formed by Yahweh. You have grown strong, Ira,” flashing him a motherly smile as the sun haloed her head as she peered at him, “you are not strong enough to handle nothingness. You will need help, for your vampire friend knows that being very well. With Nu, the three of you might just be strong enough to reforge the seal that once bound them. I told you, Suriel Zol, I seek to aid my new Lord, that’s granted me, my fine temple, in this paradise,” she said, the base of her temple hovered below it when she gestured towards it. “I seek to benefit you in my wisdom as I once did for Yahweh. If you’re strong, then I know I needn’t fear Yahweh’s wrath. But worry not once this mess is dealt with; I don’t see too many hardships for you and this realm.”
“Thanks,” Ira said with hopeful wishing.
Chapter Three
Ira reclined against the back of his desk seat as Ms. Nunes went over something he had already stopped listening to as his doppelgangers searched for the Sisters. So he might be cheating when he acted like he already knew the answer to her question as the little imp on his shoulder whispered it to him. Starting to notice the looks he was getting when he was starting to get too much attention directed at him. Then, his mind wandered off to how the mortals in his school would take the news that a new god walked amongst them. A guileful smirk rose on the corner of his lips as he leaned on the nook of his hand, picturing the horrors and amusement if that ever happened.
“What’s got you all murdery?” Beth asked, poking Ira in the arm. A sudden wave of fear washed over her; in that blink of a second, she saw his demon as he peered at her.
“Oh, just things, you know,” Ira said vaguely, rolling his hand.
“Mr. Roderick,” her book slapped the desk of the student she was standing next to, “you do not disrupt my class,” Ms. Nunes said, looking away from his sinful gaze, feeling her cheeks heat. Clearing her throat as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “If it happens again, I’ll have you stay after class.” She glanced out of the corner of her left eye, pleading with him to do that very thing so she could get her fix as she went about her lesson.
“Hey, can we talk for a bit? Please?” Beth asked; she didn’t need to ask. She already knew he had just gotten done fucking Ms. Nunes.
“Okay, what about?” Ira inquired since he didn’t taste a lie in her words. He hasn’t gotten used to that; he didn’t think he’d ever get used to that.
“Our baby,” Beth said, placing her hands on her stomach. “Will you come around more often when she’s born? Yes, I know the sex; you probably do, too. Mom was the one that told me since I’m not that strong. Anyway, I know I royally fucked up those months ago. I should have told you upfront, but how do you tell someone you actually liked you’re a succubus?! So I did what I did to make you hate me so you wouldn’t feel the pain, or try to, of what I had to do to survive. I know you might not want to be friends or even talk to me after all that, but please put all aside for our baby. Hate me all you want, Ira, but please don’t take it out on her.”
“I wasn’t planning on it; what you did is on you, not her,” Ira said, pointing at her stomach.
“Good, I was worried,” Beth exhaled loudly as she walked with Ira to his next class. “I would apologize to you, but that’s not in our nature; I know you know that,” she uttered, seeing his reluctant shrug and a nod. “So I can’t imagine what you’re going through, and I assume the reason you’re here and not off doing what gods do,” noticing his cocky grin as she continued on, “is because this is like the only place you can have some normalcy in your life. I get it; I went through the same thing when I first came into my powers, weak as they were at the time. And… and dude, you were like a normal teenager… What? A few months ago? And wham! You got all this?” she stated, waving up and down Ira’s body. “I would want something normal, too. So I don’t even want to know what it’s like up there; allow me to help comfort you, even if it’s only with my body.”
“And you’ve adhered to my command?” Ira asked; the power of his station reverberated across the cosmos.
“Of course, we always heed our Prince’s command,” Beth answered with a slight curtsey.
“We’ll see how it goes then.”
“Yes, Ira,” Beth said, smiling as she now had a way in. Not that she was going to use it. Of course, she was; she is, after all, a demon; she just won’t use it for personal gain like she did the last time at Ira’s expense.
*******
Ira’s roar thundered throughout the sky as he did battle with Jealousy and Power as the Sisters thought to team up to take him on and to keep the city from suffering from the battle that was taking place. He had hoped to have a quiet day just to hang out with his friends. He was not expecting to be facing off with two Titans, as he’s come to learn, that afternoon. Recounting why Five Finger Death Punch’s ‘Wrong Side of Heaven’ was playing in his head as his image played along the surface of an asteroid-sized ball made of the void between realms, he was about to hurl at the Sisters.
******
“You sure there isn’t a way for you to kill them?” Ira asked once again as he and Samuel stood in front of Alyda’s office door.
“Nope, can’t, but you can,” Samuel retorted with a sneaky smile and to keep himself off the front line in a manner of speaking.
“Alright, it’s better than what I’ve been doing,” Ira relented with a sigh. “Need to speak to you about something, something big,” he whispered to Samuel, patting his friend’s shoulder at the silent sigh Samuel always did in such situations.
“Guess it must be big if you’re telling me about it,” Samuel answered, which Ira nodded as Alyda’s office door opened.
“Well, now Vikki, you didn’t tell me you were bringing two interesting men to my office,” Alyda cooed as her ruby eyes ran down both Ira’s and Samuel’s bodies, something she would give anything to experience. She knew she would be in Heaven for a demon.
“Sorry, Alyda, no time for the finer things in life,” Ira flirted as he returned her ogling. “But this isn’t a social call; something important is going on, and Samuel here was wondering if you could translate some ancient Hebrew for him?”
“Of course, Ira, you knew I could, given my field of study,” Alyda replied in a professional tone as she slid her glasses on, for show, to play into some of her student’s fantasies they had about her. “Please, come in; no need to conduct this out in the open,” she said, welcoming them into her office. “Now, what is it that you need to be translated?” Alyda inquired as she strolled back to her seat behind her desk. Shooting Samuel a smirk when she teased his sexual energies with her own as her finger briefly brushed along his as she took the papers from him.
“Well… from skimming it, it does date to the early Iron Age, say maybe 600 BC or so; this shouldn’t be a problem for me. If you give me a week, I can have this translated by then,” Alyda said, looking up at Ira and Samuel as she had a vague sense of what it was about. “If this says what it says it does, I need to do some cross-references before I give a detailed translation if this thing is powerful. I know you’re in a hurry, but something like this can’t be rushed.”
“A week, you say?” Ira asked, to which Alyda nodded along. “How about three minutes,” he mused as he brought his fingers up and snapped, sending them into a time bubble the same one his grandmother taught him in.
“Remind me to use that the next time,” Alyda said lustfully, licking the corner of her lip when they reappeared within her office. “Here you are, Samuel, a full translation to a language you might know. I hope whatever it is helps,” she spoke with a friendly smile on her face. “Ira, I expect to see you whenever this is finished?”
“Oh, that’s definitely going to happen; I’m going to take Sam home,” Ira said, looking over at his sister. “I’ll see you at home,” he uttered as he and Samuel walked out of the room.
******
“Okay, what does this mean?” Ira asked, staring down at the map. Three red orbs hovered over and moved in ways even he thought were impossible.
“Can’t say, Ira, but seems they don’t want to be found as much as you want to find them, or they’re constantly on the move so as not to be caught by you,” Samuel offered with a shrug after Ira shot him a look. Lightly patting Ira’s back when, he groaned as he hung his head. “So what’s this ‘something big’ you need to tell me,” he said, rolling his hand.
“Well, what do you think of him?” Ira asked, pushing himself off the table, referring to Andrew, who they had just returned from seeing.
“I don’t know, first demigod I’ve ever seen,” Samuel said offhandedly. “Why are you bringing him up?”
“Well,” ruffling his hair with his right hand, pondering on how he would tell his friend he needed his help to save the world again, “you know about Ba’al, right?” Ira asked, getting a nod out of him.
“The strange impish creature that’s flying around your place, yeah, what about her?” Samuel inquired, noting how Ira pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh.
“She told me something; you remember when I left you that day to see who might have let the Sisters out?”
“Go on,” Samuel uttered with a roll of his hand.
“Well, I did learn who were the ones that freed them in the first place…” Pausing for dramatic effect, “It was the Djinn.”
“Okay, why are you telling me this?” Samuel intoned; he had a feeling he wouldn’t like where this was going.
“She told me you, me, and Andrew are going to be needed to reseal them in the prison Yahweh threw them into after he had created them,” Ira answered. “And it will need the three of us to do so since, by then, he will have Nu back. Let me ask you, Sam, what does nothingness mean to you?” he asked, studying his friend’s face, looking for any signs of recognition on it. He wasn’t worried if Samuel couldn’t handle the stress of what he was saying; he knew he could. It was his worry Samuel would say no. Ira didn’t miss how that question seemed to pique his interest.
“Depends on how you define this ‘nothingness,'” Samuel uttered, throwing up air quotes.
“Just off the top of your head,” Ira threw out.
“Nyx,” Samuel uttered without a thought.
“Wasn’t she the one that gave you that ring?” Ira asked, referring to their battle with Onoskelis.
“Yeah, okay, so it seems something major is going on if it involves her; I’ll contact Hekatê and see if she has any words on this matter. What else?” Samuel said, rolling his hand, knowing there was always more.
“Just that you would know what nothingness was or is in this case,” Ira said, going over everything he and Ba’al spoke about.
“Hmm…?” Samuel hummed as he stroked his chin, deep in thought. “Sounds like Tartarus if they were created out of nothingness.”
“Wait, wait, wasn’t that the place Zeus threw the Titans, as in one of the primal forces?” Ira stated what limited knowledge of Greek mythology he had.
“The very same,” Samuel nodded, “but Tartarus isn’t just a place. It’s a primal being like the other four; Gaia laid with it to create the Giants to have her revenge on the Olympians for Zeus’s audacity in killing her son Kronos,” he clarified when Ira had a blank look on his face.
“Okay, so we’re talking something on par with those beings, and Yahweh… slept…”
“Not necessarily,” Samuel countered.
“Explain.”
“If they were made from Tartarus’s flesh, then he wouldn’t have to sleep with it to create these Djinn,” Samuel informed him.
“Why does everything have to be so damn convoluted and difficult?!” Ira groaned, getting a chuckle out of his friend as they stood in Samuel’s study. “Did I say something funny?”
“Yeah, your sister said pretty much the same thing.”
“Don’t you get used to hanging out with her; you’re my friend,” Ira teased, trying to bring some levity to the dire situation they were facing.
“You know it’s good to share, right?” Samuel joked.
“Sure, you say that now,” Ira said, gesturing to the other side of the house where his family members were gathering.
“What?” Samuel uttered amusingly at Ira’s gesture. “I’ve already told you, you could if they wanted to, that is. If they haven’t, I wonder if you can’t get it up around them.”
“That’s just cold, man, so cold; no wonder you’re my sidekick,” Ira grinned like a fool at the snort it got out of Samuel. “Anyway,” bringing their attention back to the forefront, “we can’t move against the Djinn for another three months. That’s what Ba’al told me, said it would take that much time for Andrew to build that kind of power to breach Heaven. How Yahweh won’t see or sense that happening is beyond me,” he said with a shrug. “But let’s use this time to build what power we can so we won’t be constantly a step behind them if it comes to blows, which I believe it will. Plus, Kelly and Charlotte aren’t going to let you go wandering off again on another world-saving adventure…”
“Damn right, I’m not,” Charlotte said, cutting in. “Ira, I’m sure you can handle this without Samuel’s help, can’t you? Hasn’t my husband done enough to keep the world safe?” she asked with worry.
“Sorry, Char, not this time; Tartarus is involved, so I might not have the option of sitting this one out,” Samuel explained, seeing how she was not amused.
“We still have to deal with that problem of yours before we can even think about taking…”
“Well, Char… can I call you Char,” Ira flirted, flashing her a smile that he knew got many women’s panties moist.
“Do you want your dick to shrivel up into a dead husk?” Charlotte shot back; she knew she was being irrational, yet her hormones were all over the place.
Ira looked over to Samuel and expressed in a silent look of: ‘Damn, dude! She just cut me to the quick!’
“Charlotte, there’s no need to get angry at Ira; this thing isn’t going to take place for another few months. That’ll give me plenty of time to deal with… them,” Samuel stated ominously.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, Ira, just my hormones are all over the place,” Charlotte apologized.
“No, I get it,” waving it off, “have a few myself, just they don’t bite my head off… although that might actually happen one of these days. Do you think I can regrow a head if that happens?” Ira asked quizzically, looking over at Samuel.
“And I would know why?” Samuel shot back.
“I don’t know; maybe one would think you would be wise with all these books at your fingertips,” Ira joked, waving his hands around the room. His grin reached to his ears when he heard Kelly’s laughter at the expense of her brother.
“We’ll talk about this later as a family,” her stern gaze told Samuel it wasn’t up for debate, “Ira, it was good seeing you again; maybe try not to bring the end of the world with you next time,” Charlotte said, waving to Ira as she went off to perform her high priestess duties for her family.
“Only if you come back here with Kelly and flash me those perfect breasts I know the two of you have,” Ira called back, going for broke, wondering how his friend would take that. It seemed to him that Samuel wasn’t paying him or his antics any attention. His eyebrows rose when the two of them appeared in the doorway. He honestly didn’t think they would; his heart raced as the two of them looked at one another as if they were having a silent conversation between the two. He felt himself responding as their hands reached down to the hem of their shirts. His eyes widened at the sight before him as he gazed unhindered at their bare breasts. “Damn,” he muttered low, getting a chuckle out of Samuel.
“Now you better uphold your promise to us,” Kelly said, straightening out her shirt once she and Charlotte fixed their bras.
“Next time I visit, no end-of-the-world stuff,” Ira nodded like a teenage boy who’s seen his teenage wet dream exposing herself for him.
“Good, Sammy, dinner will be ready soon, so don’t you go doing spells,” Kelly spoke, waving goodbye to Ira as did Charlotte.
“I should get back; lots to do. Oh, thanks for watching out for my sister since I can’t do it myself,” Ira said, getting a nod out of Samuel.
“Think it worked out for both of us; Kelly likes her, and well… she needs a friend her age,” Samuel said, rubbing the back of his head.
“If she gets too difficult, you let me know, and I’ll straighten her out. I know how self-centered and narrowminded she can be when she wants something,” Ira stated, pointing at the door where Kelly and Charlotte once stood.
“Yeah, I got that too, but she is a demon or part; it comes with the territory,” Samuel replied with a wave of his hand at Ira.
“Come on, man, I’m not that bad,” Ira bemoaned.
“Oh, the things Anael tells me,” Samuel sighed cryptically.
“Now you’re just pulling my chain,” Ira uttered with a smirk as he shook his head. “I know since I can’t help her due to the cosmic rules and all, you’ll be a better teacher than I will in this matter since you helped me and all.”
“You better uphold your end, or I got the tiniest box you’re going to enjoy for a month,” Samuel said, grinning evilly.
“You wound me, man, so cold, you uncaring vampire,” Ira sniffled mockingly at his friend’s jest.
“I’m already dead, remember?” Samuel uttered the last word as he waved his friend goodbye. Hoping whatever came up in the next three months wouldn’t be too dangerous for him and his family. How little did Samuel know what was to come would make the world realize the old magic was still alive and kicking.
******
Ira reappeared high in the skies of Portland. His nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent of home. His body moved on its own as his head jerked back in time as a seizing bolt of godly energy came streaking centimeters away from his face. His sword appeared in his right hand on instinct as he used the flat of his blade to block Jealousy’s attack while an orb appeared in his left hand using his own might to hold Power’s thrusting hand back from her fingers, or what he took as fingers, so they wouldn’t plunge into the depths of his gray matter.
“Well, Daughters of Atlas,” he noted how that caused them to falter for a bit, hearing them exhale as his six wings pushed them back from his body, “my dance card is already full; sorry to disappoint, but I have no room to fit you in,” Ira baited them, smirking when he dodged the lunge from Jealousy. “My dear, if you’re not careful, I’m going to spank your ass if you have one beneath that thing,” he taunted, even though he knew that was a dangerous thing to do given how he was evenly matched by the each one of them. One-on-one, he might have the upper hand, yet fighting two Titans wasn’t a fight he wanted to be in; nevertheless, he was, and he meant to win. His wings extended, with a powerful thrust of them sent him soaring into the clouds so those in the air wouldn’t get caught up in their battle. He might be a demon, but he wasn’t that kind of an asshole.
Five Finger Death Punch’s ‘Wrong Side of Heaven’ played in his head as he launched his attack at them once they neared the space he had decided to use for their battlefield. Unbeknownst to Ira, down on the ground, very few people stared up at the sky when they sensed his massive power and the light show that was happening high above them. Vikki reached over and took Bridgett’s hand into hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they stood out in the quad of their school, looking up at the sky. Sue and Rita shouted out their encouragement as they stood on the roof of the building their classes were in, promising Ira anything he wanted as long as he came back alive. Anael and Azza squeezed into each other, knowing their father wouldn’t want them to head off to join him when he gave them the task of watching out for his sister. They both knew if they could, Hell would have used the opportunity to take Bridgett as their prisoner, and who knows what horrors they would inflict on her if they did. They both knew their father would raze Hell just to get to the ones responsible, even if it meant going to war with Hell. They knew Ira wouldn’t win, yet that didn’t mean Hell would either. Alyda just stood in her office window praying that Ira returned to her ever-welcoming bosom as the battle raged on.
Ira floated a few feet away as he recuperated from the last tussle they had. He knew this could go on for eternity given how they were gods, while he, he knew eventually, his own would be overtaken. He wasn’t about to allow that to happen. His red burgundy eyes glanced to and fro when the surrounding area suddenly went dark. A darkness he knew very well. He’d felt it enough on his skin when he was in Mor’s domain to know it intimately. He sensed a familiarity within those growls as they echoed around him and the Sisters as their padded feet raced around him. The hairs on his body stood on end as the image of sparks jumping off the blade – of what he didn’t know – that was grinding on a stone wall. Ira got the sense that it was coming towards him, and it was a massive one. Looking down when, he saw Aamon sniffing his right leg before those red eyes of hers peered up at him in her demon form before she darted back into the shadows. A flash caught his attention. So faint that even with his angelic sight, he was having a hard time catching it, which were followed by immortal wails when Aamon’s and Angra Mainyu’s poisoned imbued claws tore through their flesh and armor. A rush raced through him as the essence of Hell filled that space. He’s only felt this level of force was when he once was a Dominion class of angel, then he felt her taint, the ugliness that soiled her body to forever bind her to Hell, the Seventh Circle. If Ira didn’t know any better, he could have sworn he felt the blade of her scythe as she stood in the open gateway that led to her domain. His demon took joy out of the wails of the damned, and his angel wanted to free those souls from their fate.
Ira swallowed hard when he noticed that coy, knowing smirk on her lips. His body went on alert when he could have sworn he felt her pressing her body against his, to the feel of her breath on his ear as she whispered sweet nothings into it. He wondered how she did it since she hadn’t moved from her spot in the gateway. Wondering why she wasn’t showing off her body like the rest of the fallen had done when they first appeared before him. Although he couldn’t say why, however, he sensed shame at what he couldn’t say. Nonetheless, he knew why they had come at that moment; it was time he needed to muster all his strength to imprison the two Sisters. Since the darkness wasn’t something the Sisters couldn’t peer through, given how he noted how the two of them looked as lost and as confused as he was when he first set eyes on it. Using their disorientation, he began to strike out using guerilla tactics to weaken the Sisters even more than what Aamon’s and Angra Mainyu’s poison had already done to their immortal bodies. Darkness flowed over his wings as he flew skyward. His wings unfurled as arcs of electricity raced across every feather. His angelic light pulsated as he pointed his sword to the Heavens. His angelic essence floated off his wings in small dark orbs as he tapped into his full power. He had been holding back since he didn’t want to damage the Earth using a Seraphim’s power. He just hoped he was quick enough to end this with one swing of his sword. Ira hoped that with this sudden surge, the Sisters would give up relatively easily, or that was his hope. As his power reached its zenith, he felt his sword morphing in his hand. Noting Aamon’s and Angra Mainyu’s form darting away and how Mephistopheles circled her wings around her, knowing what he was about to do.
As his energy reached its peak, his demonic essence darkened his holy light as he fused the three powers that dwelled within him. Ira felt sort of like Zeus as he threw his spear at the spot between the two Sisters. He just hoped this would be enough to weaken them enough to subdue them to imprison them within the ring. The explosion danced along his eyes as he watched how it encompassed the Sisters. His daughters and Mephistopheles waited in the wings to see what would come of them. However, Ira wasn’t going to wait; he needed to act before they could gather what strength they had left. Feeling the sting of his power as it prickled his skin as he took the Sisters by their faces.
“Yield to me! Submit to me!” Ira’s voice thundered within that still-growing bubble of the explosion. “Submit or die,” he said coldly with deathly undertones as he peered through his fingers at their shadowy faces. “You know you don’t have the power to kill me. Yet I have enough to see you destroyed and cast your essence to all the corners of the cosmos. I wonder how many eons will it take for you to reform your bodies, oh Daughters of Atlas? A wise choice,” Ira mused as they were pulled into the ring of Solomon. “Run, Aamon and Angra Mainyu!” he shouted as he was unable to handle the sudden surge of the power of two Titans all at once. Tossing his head back, his wings extended to their max as his angelic light surged forth from his eyes and mouth. Beams of light shot out from every feather on his wings. Feeling his body being torn into pieces as, he fought to rein in his power as it began to encapsulate him.
“Worry not, Suriel Zol, I am here,” Mephistopheles cooed, using her own powers to force Ira’s own backwards as her hands touched the bubble of energy that surrounded him. “Tell me, Suriel Zol, are you this weak being to allow these Pagan gods to do you in? Are you so weak this is as far as you can go? After all of this, you would be undone by your own power?” she spoke; it was taking everything she had to hold him back, yet she could feel she was losing as Ira’s power began to push her back.
“No…” Mephistopheles took a dry swallow as two red glowing eyes peered at her from the depths of that power-infused bubble. “I am not,” Ira growled, pressing down on his runaway power as he began to claw it back in. Mephistopheles quickly raced away as the palms of her hands were beginning to smoke from touching something far beyond what even she, the Lord of the Seventh Circle, could muster. Blowing on them as her golden eyes watched as the whirlwind of cosmic energy stretched to three stories tall as Ira wrestled with his own power.
Anael and Azza couldn’t take it watching from the sidelines anymore as they took to the skies to aid their father. Interlocking their fingers together as Azza gave Anael the boost of speed she needed to reach their father in time.
“Father!” They cried out as one. “You can’t give in; we need you!” they spoke. Their voices trembled as it felt to them their father’s power was running haywire and soon to doom him and the rest of them. Anael looked over at Azza as she darted towards Ira, holding out her hand using her own Seraphim powers to contain her father’s power enough so that Ira could get a handle on it. Azza flashed Anael a smile when she soon joined her.
“We will lend aid,” Aamon and Angra Mainyu said, offering their own might to the cause as the four daughters of Suriel Zol fought to save their father.
Azza’s eyes darted to her right and left, noticing how Anael and Angra Mainyu were reaching their limits. She was sure Aamon was as well. Still, she would not leave him even if she was the last one standing. She would follow her father into death if it came to that. She knew the sorrow the loneliness her mother felt being away from her own father, just like she felt whenever she was apart from her own.
“Father…” Were Anael’s soft words as she reached her limit and her body gave out.
“No!” Azza screamed out as she watched her sister’s body just helplessly falling away. “Father, if you can hear me, save Anael! Hmpf!” she grunted as a shockwave propelled her backwards.
Ira felt his skin flaking off as his out-of-control power threatened to consume him. He was vaguely aware of those outside of the little bubble that had sprung up around him and how it had turned into a whirlwind vortex, then how he felt some outside force trying with all its might to restrain it. He had no idea how gods dealt with this kind of power. He assumed that since they were born with it, they didn’t have the struggle he was currently having as his human side was slowly overtaken by it. However, Azza’s cry did shock his mind into focus. In his mind, he saw Anael just falling away towards the ground, sensing that she had taxed her powers to the limit, feeling her immortal life ebbing away, something he didn’t think possible given what they were. He was not about to let his daughter die just because he was having trouble containing the power that was now cruising through him. In his mind, he felt his demon dancing in glee, drunk on the power; his angel half hummed as it began to harmonize with his newly acquired power. Smacking his other halves for getting so intoxicated with the power he now possessed that the maelstrom that had overwhelmed him was now nothing but a summer breeze as his resolve to save Anael centered his being.
“Father…” Azza’s voice was but a whisper as she watched the halo of light pulsating around his body. Her body heated when she could have sworn she felt his touch on her left cheek, yet she knew he hadn’t moved; in the blink of an eye, her father was gone. So taken aback, she failed to sense Ira down below her as he raced to catch Anael in his arms.
“Father is strong, sister,” Aamon said, peering over at her twin.
“Indeed, sister, it is why we are mighty,” Angra Mainyu nodded.
“We’ll leave Father’s care in your hands… sister,” Aamon said, trying not to sneer the word. She knew her father would not like that, and truth be told, she didn’t want to have him rip her essence to shreds like he had almost done on the day of her birth. That was when she felt his true power, a power that all demons wished to have and lusted after. She herself was amongst them; nevertheless, she knew well enough she or her twin wouldn’t stand a chance against their maker. “Come Angra Mainyu, Mother will want to know about what has transpired,” she said when Azza just gave her a nod. They both knew if their father wasn’t there, they would be at each other’s throats, a fight she knew they wouldn’t win, and she hated Azza for that since she was supposed to be Ira’s strongest child.
“Ardat Lili is so going to be jealous,” Angra Mainyu grinned wickedly.
“Yes, we must rub their noses in it,” Aamon spoke, taking hold of her sister’s hand as the two of them faded from reality.
Ira’s wings pushed him at speeds he wasn’t used to as the ground below him grew larger in his eyes. His mind willed Anael to open her eyes, to use her wings, to say that she was alright. However, that wasn’t what was happening as he watched her unconscious body fall, and still, he was out of reach. His red burgundy eyes glowed in a shimmering radiance as he poured all his power into his muscles. Praying he didn’t blow himself to pieces as he blinked out of existence only to reappear, hovering beneath Anael, using his powers to slow her fall, looking down at her weakened body as it lay in his arms. His wings extended, morphing into his Nagdaium’ ReGenesis form; his smoky halo flared as his angelic essence shone down onto Anael’s form, fortifying her with his own might, hoping he was quick enough to save her. A smile formed on his lips as he felt Anael stirring.
“Father?!” Anael whispered weakly as her eyes fluttered open, feeling his light penetrating her body. She couldn’t help herself as her arms wrapped around his neck, burying her face into his neck; her tears of joy reamed her eyes as she poured her love for him into Ira. “Please, Father, don’t ever leave us,” she uttered low, feeling so content being cradled in his arms.
“I wasn’t planning to, Anael,” Ira said softly as his thumb brushed along Anael’s back, knowing she would need to go to his realm to recuperate for a while. His eyes glanced up as he noted Azza flying down them, turning his head to the right as she swung around him and pressed her body into his back, becoming very intimate with the shape of her breasts.
“I’m so happy you’re back with us, Father,” Azza said sweetly as she rested her forehead against the back of his head. Her arms instinctively wrapped around him, hugging him tightly; again, she felt that strange heat flooding her body being that close to her father; she just couldn’t fathom why that was. What that feeling meant to her, or why it was happening in the first place. She felt her face grow flush when she saw her sister’s eyes smirking at her like Anael knew something she didn’t; it was maddening to her!
“Azza?”
“Yes, Father?” Azza muttered, feeling her heart racing when Ira spoke her name with such softness, such love that it only made her press her breasts tighter into his back.
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