Incest/Taboo Pharaoh’s Curse

"Fuck?!" Alex cried out in pain as it felt like her son was on fire. Blowing rapidly on her burnt palm, seeing the blisters of her second-degree burn already forming. Glancing up when Ira waved his hand over her own, and the pain was instantly gone.

"Better?" Ira asked in a warm, friendly tone.

"Much, thank you," Alex answered, seeing Ira nod before he and she turned their heads as Andrew reached the center of the pyramid. "Baby, talk to me; you're scaring me," she pleaded with her son, who just simply rose his arms with the palms of his hands out toward the walls. Noting that same blue light in his eyes and the purple light that shimmered off his ring.

"That's not possible," Ira muttered as he noted how the sun had moved to shine right into the heart of the pyramid.

"Andrew, what are you doing?!" Carla shouted out as the humming grew so loud they had to cover their ears to try and block it out.

"Return?!" Was the only word Andrew spoke in ancient Egyptian before a blinding light engulfed all three of them.

Andrew dropped to his knees. His arms hung listlessly at his sides. His eyes had a far-off vacant look in them. His mind had seemed to shut down due to the tax on his body.

"I got you, baby," Anta whispered as she caught Andrew's body as his body fell to the right of her.

"Professor?! I think you need to come and see this?!" Carla called out as she stood in the shadows of the entranceway of the pyramid they had found themselves in.

"What's wrong... oh, my word?!" Alex muttered as her eyes looked out upon a land no one had seen in eons. Pulling Carla back, there was no telling what awaited them out there. No telling how hostile the people were, given how they appeared to be still trapped in the year 2000 BC. First, they needed to check on Andrew and then see about getting back to Atlantis if that was possible. "How is he?" Alex asked in a soft tone as she knelt down beside her son.

"His pulse is steady, his breathing is fine, I think he's just exhausted," Anta whispered, lightly stroking Andrew's hair as his head rested in her lap. "What's out there?" she asked, bringing her gaze up to Alex and Carla.

"A city or what's left of one, seems something or someone had attacked the place," Carla responded as she took Andrew's hand into hers.

"Stay here, and stay hidden. I'm going to go and check it out," Ira said, turning towards the exit. "I'll be back as soon as I can," he spoke as his footsteps echoed off the walls, calling his sword to him as he felt something familiar to him approaching. He just couldn't place the feeling. It felt like Yahweh, yet not Yahweh. Looking down at his left hand, hoping he had enough strength to fend whatever it was off. Pondering if this would give him a good reference if or should he have to face off with his grandfather. Willing himself to remain unseen as he stepped out of the pyramid's interior. Ira barely got his sword up in time as something attacked his exposed right side. "Don't worry about me; I will find you!" The three of them just looked in fright at the entrance, not seeing what had dragged Ira away and what they were going to do.

"Too strong," Ira grunted into his mind as he tried to throw whatever it was that struck him off. "Gabby?" Ira muttered when the image of a being with the head of a goat, black-feathered wings, the chest of a man, and a lower half mirroring its head shifted to a being no taller than Gabriella and with an equally small bust. His red burgundy eyes shimmered as he gathered his power. It might have him outclassed for now, yet Ira planned on rectifying that. "Enough!" Ira growled, batting off his attacker. "I don't know who you are, but I will not be beaten by the likes of you," he hissed as the souls in his possession formed a circle around his back.

"Did Yahweh send you? Did he finally send you here to kill me?"

Ira was taken aback when it kind of reminded him of the woman at the end of the original Ghostbusters that played Zuul with the way she talked. He had absolutely no idea why Yahweh would want whomever she was dead. However, if it would stop the fighting, given how powerful she was, he would stall long enough to get to the bottom of things.

"Lady, I don't even know who you are, much less know why Yahweh would want you dead," Ira said, noting how those gold eyes of hers studied him once she had dropped the disguise she was wearing. Seeing how those eyes of hers were running up and down his body like she was pondering if she had the strength to truly kill him. Something Ira was beginning to suspect she did.

"Why do I sense my offspring in you yet... that as well," Ba'al sneered as she ran her hand up and down Ira's form.

"Hey, now?! Don't you go dissing on my looks, short stack, who goes around parading herself like some half-goat man," Ira grumbled, arching an eyebrow when she puffed out her cheeks just like Gabby did when she was annoyed.

"So if Yahweh didn't send you to kill me, why are you in my domain?" Ba'al asked, gathering her power to smite one as strong as Ira.

"This is your domain?" Ira asked, to which his mystery woman nodded. "Listen, me being here is an accident. I don't even know how we got here in the first place."

"Then who are you?"

"I am, Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven," Ira said, introducing himself. "And you are?"

"Ba'al, Queen of the Heavens, wife of Yahweh, mother of the Heavenly Host," Ba'al said proudly.

"Wait?! God has a wife?" Ira muttered in shock, seeing the confusion on her face when he spoke that title.

"Do you know Yahweh?" Ba'al asked, readying herself to launch another attack on Ira.

"Well, I should... he is my great-grandfather," Ira uttered low as he scratched his cheek. Darting his head back when Ba'al's face appeared inches away from his.

"You aren't from this time, are you?" Ba'al asked in an accusing tone.

"Guilty."

"What era are you from?" Ba'al inquired as she circled Ira slowly. Poking and prodding at Ira as she did.

"About four thousand years from now, give or take a decade or two," Ira spoke, keeping an eye on her as she studied him.

"I feel my light bringer in you."

"You should, given how I'm her grandson... way too close," Ira muttered when her face once again filled his.

"What do you mean you're her grandson? My Lucifer wouldn't create such an..."

"Abomination, that is the word you were going to say, wasn't it?" Ira supplied for her, to which Ba'al nodded her agreement. "Listen, if you want to talk, I'm willing to talk, yet can we put aside our weapons and our powers while we do?"

"You seek an armistice with me?"

"Hey, you're the one that attacked me first, but sure let's go with that," Ira stated, wondering how Luci was going to take this news or the other angels for that matter.

"Very well, Suriel Zol, we shall... talk as you put it, there," Ba'al directed as she pointed down to the ruined palace of the former Queen of Punt.

Chapter five

"Andy, Andy, please wake up?!" Alex pleaded with her son as he stayed in his deep slumber.

"Okay, we're going to have to think about what we're going to do," Carla spoke, seeing Anta and Alex peering at her. "It's going to get dark soon, that is if the sun sets in this place; if it does, it's going to get cold. We need wood, food, and some way to start a fire," she said, hiding her worry that Andrew had yet to wake up.

"Pray to Sekhmet," Andrew mumbled in his sleep, the first signs he still had a hold on his mind.

"Andy?! Baby?!" Alex uttered, shaking her son.

"Five more minutes, Mom," Andrew grumbled, causing Alex's lips to curve into a smile, remembering how he would say that same line when he was little before she left for Egypt.

"Andrew, wake up this instance?!" Alex uttered in a hard tone.

"What?!" His eyes slowly opened, then darted down; the lotion that Anta uses filled his nose as he wondered how he found himself on her lap. Bolting upright, his head turned to and fro, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Where are we?" Andrew asked, very confused.

"Don't you remember?" Anta uttered in a worried tone.

"I was..." Scratching his head, wondering why everything was a blank after he started towards that pyramid. "Where's that Ira guy at?" Andrew inquired, wondering if this was his doing.

"I don't know, one moment he was standing out there," pointing to the exit, "the next thing we know, he was attacked by something... what that was, we don't know. He did say he would find us," Carla stated, shivering at the thought.

"So he brings us to this place only..."

"No, Andrew, you brought us here," Alex uttered in a stern tone. Nodding along with the others at her son's very perplexed look.

"Come again?! How could I bring us here?" Andrew asked, trying very hard to understand.

"You were speaking in that voice again, with that look in your eyes," Anta uttered in a loving tone as she took hold of his hand to give him some comfort when she could see how lost he appeared to be. "The pyramid started to shake, then it started to hum... like really loud, then you uttered one word. Return."

"Andy, I know you're confused right now, but we need you to get us back, like right now?!" Alex stated, placing her hands on his shoulders looking into her son's eyes, conveying the seriousness of the situation they found themselves in.

"Pharaoh?! Pharaoh?!" Came a growing chant in ancient Egyptian as the mass of people that Ba'al kept alive to serve her came marching towards the pyramid. Praying that he had come to free them from their enslavement from the false god Ba'al. Andrew's hands flew to his face, covering it as centuries of fighting skills poured into his mind as his ankh ring flared on his right ring finger. Casting Alex, Anta, and Carla in its purple light.

"And..." Alex's voice stilled as his Nemes appeared. "Baby, don't! Come back to me?!" she urged in a very scared tone. Fearing that her son was going to get himself killed.

"Andy, we'll find some other way," Carla uttered, taking hold of his left hand when that same blue light appeared in his eyes.

"That's right, we'll find some other way to escape this..."

"There is no other way; I, as Pharaoh, must face Ba'al. It's the only way to free the people of Punt," Andrew said in that same alien voice.

"But I don't want to lose you, not again?!" Alex pleaded with tears in her sky-blue eyes.

"Have faith in your Pharaoh," Andrew spoke as he pushed past his mother. His eyes moved over the twenty thousand souls that Ba'al had trapped within that little pocket of time when Yahweh cast her out of Heaven. Holding up his hands to quiet the masses down, "Hear me, people of Punt, I, Pharaoh Menes II, will see that you are freed again from this evil that has befallen you." Turning his head to the right, narrowing his eyes at the ruined palace, knowing that's exactly where he would find Ba'al. "Sekhmet, Bast give me strength and guide my hand, so my strikes land true," he whispered his prayer as the crowd roared in cheers as he descended the stairs. Feeling their hands on his shoulders, offering him their strength for the battle that lay ahead.

"Andy?! Please don't do this?!" Alex pleaded with her son one last time.

"There is no other choice before me. I must face her," Andrew peered back at his mother. The blue light of his divinity shone in his eyes.

"But why must it be you?!" Alex screamed out in fear.

"Because I am Pharaoh." Andrew ignored the smell that was coming off their bodies, that told him bathing was not one of their habits, as he walked along the lane with the last surviving members of the people of Punt. Feeling their hands touching him as he passed. Hearing their prayers to the Egyptian gods for sending him there to free them from Ba'al's grasp. Listening to them sing as they led him towards the only remaining, or what's left of the once-great kingdom of Punt, part of the city that was still standing.

"Wow, you know how to make an entrance, don't you?" Ira mused as he noted the crater in the center of what used to be the throne room for the Queen of Punt.

"Yahweh cast me out," Ba'al uttered in a sad tone.

"Can I ask, why?"

"He didn't like how I created Lilith for his Adam, said she was too defiant," Ba'al huffed, puffing out her cheeks, which Ira thought was rather cute.

"You know, Gabby does that too," Ira said, pointing at her cheeks.

"You speak in a strange tone. It sounds like you're close to my daughter," Ba'al uttered, casting Ira in a skeptical light.

"We should since she's the mother of my daughter."

"Come again? What do you mean, mother of your child?" Ba'al asked, rather confused to hear that her daughter would lay with him.

"Listen, how about we sit and I'll tell you everything, alright?" Ira said, pointing down to the ruined throne room.

"Do you know more of my daughters?"

"I know a few of them; I haven't met all of them," Ira answered.

"And tell me, Suriel Zol, just who have you met of the Heavenly Host?" Ba'al asked, resting on the former throne of Punt as Ira sat on a piece of rubble beside her.

"Well, there's Zophiel..." Ira wondered why Ba'al's eyes lit up at the sound of Zophiel's name.

"You know Zophiel?! You speak with my first born?!" Ba'al spoke in a very happy motherly tone if a cosmic being could speak in such a way.

"Oh, I know Zophiel very well," Ira nodded, unsure if he should tell her about Azza or not or the rest of his daughters that were born from the other angels.

"How well?" Ira's back straightened at Ba'al's tone. It reminded him so much of his grandmother.

"Well..." Ira mused as he looked away.

"Speak! Suriel Zol, or we shall discontinue this armistice," Ba'al warned.

"She's the mother of our daughter Azza," Ira answered sheepishly.

"And how many other of my daughters have you impregnated and why?"

"You see, it's like this," Ira muttered, telling her how he had become like he was now, his first battle with Raphaela then the second time, leaving out the fact they had sex in the Garden. Seeing how Ba'al was listening to every word he spoke as he detailed the conversation he first had with God...

"Yahweh made a deal with one like you?!" Ba'al interrupted.

"You know you're awful hurtful for my great-grandmother," Ira stated, seeing how she looked away, also noting something else that was in her eyes.

"Continue," Ba'al uttered, waving him on.

"So, as I was saying, that was when Metatron took me back in time to Atlantis..."

"Wait... my daughter, the voice of Yahweh took you back in time?!" Ba'al interrupted once again in disbelief.

"Mmmhmm," Ira hummed.

"I take it you had relations with her," Ba'al spoke in a hard tone.

"I did."

"And pray tell, why my daughters would flock to you when you're... that?" Ba'al asked, running her hand up and down Ira's body.

"Well, after the war..."

"War?! What war?" Ba'al uttered, quite confused.

"Well, Luci kind of rebelled against God and was cast down into Hell, along with a third of the Heavenly Host."

"Surely not?!"

"She did, Zophiel as well," Ira noted how that genuinely shocked her.

"But why?"

"As Luci puts it, she didn't want to follow God's command that the angels should serve man when in her mind, man is flawed. Using her father's name for wars, and everything else in-between, so she defied Yahweh and so began the civil war in Heaven."

"I see... go on," Ba'al spoke with a roll of her hand.

"Anywho, after the war, God stopped visiting his daughters, and well, I came along, and he offered me another choice."

"You still haven't told me why my daughters would flock to you," Ba'al stated, her tone growing hard.

"Given what I am, I can become like God... at least down there," Ira said, nodding to his crotch.

"Oh?" Ira did not like the uptick in the sound of her voice. "Show me," Ba'al commanded.

"Like..." Ira looked down when his clothes just disappeared with a snap of her fingers. Jutting his head back when Ba'al's face filled his view. "Show me?!" Ba'al spoke once again as the foundations of the pocket of time they were in shook due to the power that was backing her words. "Show me why my daughters would lay with an abomination like you." Her eyes went wide, her yelp filled the air when Ira took her by her arms and put her over his knee, pushing up her robe, hearing her cries as his hand landed firmly on her backside.

"There, that should teach you some manners," Ira uttered sternly, watching how she was rubbing her backside.

"I should destroy you for thinking you can disgrace me..." Once again, her wails filled the air as her ass cheeks grew red. "Y-you... you did it again?!" Her hand rubbed her very sore ass, feeling the sting of both cheeks. She also felt the power behind each strike. Knowing if it came to blows, they both would most likely parish in such a confrontation.

"I'll keep doing it as long as you don't keep a civil tongue in your mouth," Ira said in a commanding tone.

"I should destroy you for the audacity that you can touch the Queen of the Heaven's backside," Ba'al growled as her godly powers flared in the palm of her hand.

"Try it," Ira taunted, flaring his own powers showing her he wasn't a pushover.

"I just wanted to see it," Ba'al whispered in a shy tone as she looked away, feeling her cheeks heat as she did.

"You know there is a thing called being polite when you ask someone for something," Ira stated in a firm tone. "Even Luci knows well enough to ask politely when she wants something from me. You sure you're her mother? You sure don't..."

"I am too!"

"You sure don't act all motherly," Ira spoke, crossing his arms.

"Please..." The corner of Ira's lip lifted at how Ba'al's face looked like when that word left her lips. "Might I see the reason why my daughters would fall to lay with you?"

"No angel has fallen," Ira corrected.

"Then Yahweh willingly allows you to sleep with our daughters?!" Ba'al was in disbelief as Ira nodded. Her eyes glanced down as she noted the movement of his cock, watching it grow and grow and grow until it reached the length of fifteen inches and rock hard.

"Satisfied..." Ira's voice trailed off, seeing her blink out of existence only to appear at his left side.

"Hmm..." Ira's cock flexed as Ba'al lightly traced her fingers up and down his hard shaft, "yes, I can see why they would flock to you now if you say Yahweh has withdrawn himself from the Heavenly Host. Do you like being with Gabriella?" Ba'al asked, all the while her eyes remained on Ira's throbbing cock like she was remembering what it was like being with God before he cast her out of Heaven.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Do you like how she looks?"

"Yeah, where is this going?" Ira asked, rather confused.

"Did you really think I didn't know who you are, Ira Roderick?" Ira's eyebrows rose when she spoke his full given name. "I might not have left this domain for eons; I am still the Queen of the Heavens. I may no longer reside in the pearl towers. That doesn't mean my powers were stripped from me. Who do you think gave you that ring? It wasn't Yahweh, oh, I knew all about your deal with him, the chats you had on Earth with him. Little sneaky keeping me from peering into Fourth Heaven," Ba'al said with a very warm smile on her lips. "Yahweh is too set in his ways, always has to be his way or you're thrown out," gesturing to her surroundings, "when he had my daughters stay their hand in killing you, trust me, it was very close to happening, it made me very curious. You see, Yahweh despises abominations.

Why do you think he destroyed your forbearers? It wasn't because of what the Nephilim were doing on Earth; it was simply because they were a perversion of the Heavenly Host and against his decree of not sleeping with his creation." Ira arched an eyebrow at how she rolled her eyes. It reminded him so much of Gabby. However, she had yet to stop touching his cock. He had to admit it was a little weird even for him to see the Queen of the Heavens' tiny hands caressing his manhood. It might be weird, but it felt oh so good to Ira. "You like how I touch you, don't you, Ira?" Ba'al asked, drawing out his name.

"Mmmhmm," Ira hummed, trying not to blow his load. Wincing when she materialized a metal ring around the base of his cock and balls to keep him from cumming.

"Worry not. I will remove it once we are done," Ba'al cooed, seeing how she noted the perplexed look in his eyes. "I've watched you ever since you were born. I am sorry I had to play coy with you, yet I had to know what your intentions were. You're kind... well, you're not really something either Yahweh or I could have foreseen coming to be. Yet here you are still an angel," she said, placing her hand over Ira's heart as she teased the head of his cock. Smearing his pre-cum along it as it resounded in the air. "Yes, I knew when my daughters fell, rather proud they stood up to their father. In some sense, I can agree with what Lucifer said and why she wouldn't bow down to the humans. If he hadn't cast out Lilith, this wouldn't have been a problem. I knew Adam was a pig-headed human, he was created from Yahweh's image, and he can be rather pig-headed, and him creating Eve out of Adam's rib. I knew that was just bound to cause problems. You see, Lilith was meant to be a counter to Adam's bruteness. Yet he was a weak man that couldn't handle a strong woman, so he had to get his creator to fashion a woman he could control.

However, Yahweh will never admit to his mistakes. He would rather hide them away or throw the problem out of wherever that is. I hadn't paid much attention to the cosmos, or the Earth for that matter, for a very long time. I was very distraught when my husband threw me away because he didn't like my creation. Nevertheless, the moment you were born, I could sense something change in the cosmic order of things. I began to hope. Hope that you could survive long enough to grow strong. Hope that, in time, you would ease my daughter's suffering. I watched how she cared for you, watched over you when you were a child. My Light Bringer may detest humans for the perversions they take with Yahweh's name, yet when she gazed at you, I knew she loved you."

"Okay, can I ask, why did you give this to me?" Ira asked, holding up his right hand.

"It's my hope with it; it will give you the strength you need to keep Yahweh at bay. I will not have him destroying my daughter?!" Ba'al growled in a stern motherly tone. "That is once you have enslaved the rest of the Sisters. You're strong, Ira, but not strong enough, not yet at least, but you're getting there." Ira felt a weird warm glow radiating off of her as she smiled sweetly at him.

"You know what you're doing here is wrong, right?" Ira asked with a pointed look.

"I need them," Ba'al pouted.

"Why?"

"Protection and power."

"From what?! You're the Queen of the Heavens who could possibly..." Looking up when, all Ba'al did was point to the heavens.

"Then earlier, you really thought Yahweh sent me to kill you?" Seeing her weakly nodding her head to his question. "Why? You're his wife?! Why would he want to kill you?"

"Because I defied him, he doesn't like being defied."

"Why? Because you created Lilith?" Ira asked, only to be met with another nod of hers. This was not what he's come to learn about Yahweh when he had his chats with him. Then again, he knew in the old testament God was very wrathful, pondering if the writers of the Bible hadn't been too far off on that mark. "Then why not come to Atlantis with me?"

"You would willingly open your domain to me?" Ba'al asked in genuine shock.

"Of course, we are family after all; why wouldn't I?"

"What about him?" Ba'al asked, glancing upwards.

"What about him?" Ira retorted.

"Aren't you afraid that sheltering me would break your deal with him?"

"If that happens, I deal with it then; I'm not about to let him kill my great-grandmother over stupid shit," Ira stated with conviction. "God might be powerful, yet he isn't all-powerful; if he was, he would have already breached this place." Ira got a little creeped out and a tiny bit afraid by that smile on her lips.

"And where would I stay in your domain?" Ba'al asked; her fingertips danced along Ira's left thigh as she moved to stand before him. Pushing his legs apart with little to no resistance to her.

"Well... obviously away from Yahweh," Ira muttered as he tapped his chin. "What do you think about the southern tip of Atlantis?"

"Might I build myself a temple so I may rest in comfort?"

"Sure, within reason, and you may visit New Atlantis so you can see your daughters if you want."

"Truly?!" Ba'al uttered so very eager to see her offspring. Her eyes quivered when Ira nodded that she could. "What about Yahweh?"

"You don't need to worry about him; in my domain, I am God," Ira said, his voice carried the power of Fourth Heaven behind it.

"But will you cast..." Her voice stilled as Ira placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Listen, if you say you've watched me all my life, you know I value my family... okay, there were a few years that I didn't given what my parents were doing. Yet you're Luci's mom, and I don't like seeing her sad. So, if that means I can see her smile, just having you there it's so worth it, in my opinion, even if she's the Devil. She's still my grandmother, and I want her to be happy," Ira said in a caring tone. "Holy fuck?!" he gasped when Ba'al, without warning, inhaled his cock right down to its base. He knew it was going to happen; that was obvious. However, he wasn't prepared for how divine it would feel as he almost blacked out from the sheer pleasure of her mouth. He felt her hands tightening on his thighs as his hand rested on the back of her head. He wanted to cum so badly, yet the ring kept him from blowing his load. His body shuddered as her tiny hands worked his shaft as she sucked on the head of his rod. Her tongue twirling around it, wondering if God was an idiot for casting her out if her mouth felt this good. He could see how much she wanted it as she made love to his manhood with her mouth. He watched how her golden eyes peered at him as her tongue ran along the back of his rod before it curled out a string of his pre-cum, tying them together before snapping.

"I like how you taste, a little different than Yahweh, still delicious," Ba'al purred before his cock found its home back in the warm heat of her mouth. The gold band dissolved, and the moment Ira felt the tightness vanish, his cum just erupted into Ba'al's mouth. Feeling his cock twitch at how erotic the sight of his cum looked as it leaked out around his rod. Ba'al's eyes glinted in hunger at the moans that escaped Ira's lips when her tongue circled around his pole, gathering up his spilled seed. However, their erotic encounter was short-lived when they felt something godly approaching.

"Ba'al?! Your reign of terror ends now!" Andrew's deep voice could be heard emanating from the shadows.

"Then show yourself, demigod!" Ba'al challenged as she moved away from Ira, waving her hand, restoring Ira's clothes to his body. Sneering when she laid eyes on Andrew as his body was shrouded in a golden light.

Ira could see the worry in her eyes as her gaze wouldn't leave the crook and flail in Andrew's hands. Something he just couldn't understand if she was powerful enough to take him on. The thought of her being scared of Andrew and what he held had his mind boggled. Appearing between them to keep it from getting out of hand.

"Andrew, listen, you don't have to..."

"Stay out of this." To say Ira was surprised that Andrew struck him on his left jaw, along with the fact it actually hurt and burned like hell as he was sent flying a few feet into the rubble, was a huge understatement. "This is between the usurper and me," Andrew growled.

"How dare you challenge the Queen..."

"You are no Queen; you and Yahweh are nothing but thieves; you stole the Heavens from the gods. I will return Nu back to where it belongs," Andrew stated as he pushed off the stone with such force he would be rather shocked if he had been in his right frame of mind at the moment.

"Damn, that really fucking hurt," Ira muttered as he rubbed his jaw, shaking the dizziness from his eyes.

"I will not be destroyed by some pagan pawn!" Ba'al shouted as her powers blasted stone and dust into the air as she sought to smite Andrew.

"Come down here and fight like the thief you are?!" Andrew challenged.

"Enough!" Ira shouted, bringing down his massive sword between the two of them when he took on his true Nagdaium' form.

"You dare stand in my way?"

"Andrew, snap out of it. It's over, the people will be free, you have my word."

"The word of Yahweh spawn means nothing to me. You would side with those that usurp the Heavens?" Andrew asked in a menacing tone.

"Okay, I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm not about to let you kill my great-grandmother, like I know you wouldn't let me kill your mother," Ira spoke, seeing something coming over Andrew as the word mother seemed to reach him in whatever was going on with him at the moment. "Think, Andrew, why we're here. Think, don't let whatever is happening to you control you."

"You threaten my..."

"Andy! Stop, please!" Alex cried out from the doorway behind Ira. "This isn't you; come back to me. You don't have to fight anymore," she pleaded all the while ignoring the giant demon looking thing in the room as well as the winged child. "Just come back to us, to me," Alex uttered, tears reaming her eyes as she stared at her son.

"Mom..." A look of recognition appeared in Andrew's eyes as he peered at his mother.

"Yes, baby, I'm here. I'm not about to leave you, not again," Alex spoke with a trembling voice. How she wanted to run to her son as his weapons slipped from his hands, yet the demon's outstretched left hand stilled her advance as Andrew's body collapsed due to the stress on his body having channeled his divinity for so long.

"It's not safe for mortals. Best you stay back for now," Ira spoke in a warning tone.

"Thank you, now I can rid this world of the Pharaonic line once and for all," Ba'al sneered as she raised her hand to blast Andrew's unconscious body to oblivion.

"No!" Alex, Carla, and Anta screamed out.

"You will not," Ira said in all seriousness as he placed his sword at Ba'al's throat.

"He challenged me?!"

"And you destroyed a kingdom, enslaved countless people to hide from Yahweh, you kind of are the bad guy here. I need him alive, and I don't want to fight you either, yet if you push, I will push back. You know that will not be an easy fight," Ira stated as his red burgundy eyes glowed in his power. "Don't make me have to spank you again," he warned, wondering why her cheeks were blushing so much.

"You would protect this demigod?" Ba'al asked, confused, as Ira moved his body to protect Andrew's while he remained unconscious.

"Just like I will protect you from Yahweh," Ira stated firmly.

"Very well, I will stay my hand for now, yet I will defend myself if that thing comes after me again," Ba'al huffed after a few tense moments. Ira looked oddly down when Ba'al snuggled up to his chest. Her arms stretched out along it. "You will protect me, won't you?"

"Of course, Gran," Ira said, dispelling his sword back to the ether and shrinking back down to his humanoid size. Wondering how Luci, Zophiel, Michelle, Raphaela, Gabriella, Metatron, Seraphina, and all the rest would take the news that their mother would be staying in his domain for a long, long time. Feeling her snuggling tighter to him as he rubbed her back, pondering on why God would so willingly toss away his wife if what she had said was the whole truth to him. Wrapping his arms around her floating away from Andrew's body as Alex, Anta, and Carla rushed to his side.

"Andy, Andy, Andy?!" Alex uttered in a motherly tone as she cradled his head. Her hands lightly stroked his hair, hoping to bring him out of his stupor. "Baby, I'm here, open your eyes for me," she whispered as tears reamed her eyes. Wondering why the gods would do this to her son, why they would force this on a boy no older than eighteen. Who hasn't even experienced what all life had to offer him. Pondering why they were so intent on pushing her son into something that he didn't want. Seeing Carla and Anta on either side of her son, seeing how they caressed his hands as they held them. Smiling down at him when Alex noted how he squeezed their hands in his unconscious state. How they both placed a kiss on the backs of his hands, urging him to awaken. Biting her lip to keep the smile she felt from stretching from ear to ear as her son's eyes snapped open, darting around surveying the strange surroundings he found himself in.

"Okay, this has got to stop," Andrew muttered, feeling rather embarrassed at waking up to find his head in his mother's lap.

"Oh? Don't you like it when you're so close to my pussy?" Alex asked, mouthing the last word. Her sky-blue eyes sparkled as her son actually blushed and looked away, only to have her turn his gaze back to her. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, sore, like I have the bones of an eighty-year-old man," Andrew groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. "Yet," huffing in exhaustion, knowing his task wasn't finished, "Ba'al must be stopped," he said in determination as he called forth the weapons of Ra.

"Andy?! Please don't do this. You're barely standing as it is anymore. I don't know what will happen to you," Carla pleaded in a loving tone. "Please, don't make me have to watch you die," she uttered with tears in her eyes as she clung to his left arm.

"I have no clue what the gods want from you, yet you just can't leave us?!" Anta spoke, her tears streaked down her olive tone skin. Her eyes held the emotions she had felt forming for him on their surface. Begging him not to leave her, to stay with her, to be with her, to enjoy the life that awaited them.

"You should listen to them, demigod; you are too young, too immature to face me. Even now, your own body can't withstand the strain. But if you wish to die..."

"No one is dying today?!" Ira stated in a commanding voice. "Andrew, it's over. The people of Punt will be freed, won't they?" he asked, sternly looking over at Ba'al.

"That's going to be difficult."

"Why?" Ira asked, confused.

"Punt is no more, and I cannot return them to that time without causing catastrophic repercussions to the time stream," Ba'al stated, peering up at Ira as she wouldn't let go of him.

Andrew's eyes darted back and forth. Wondering if Bast and the others could help. He wasn't about to allow twenty thousand people to stay trapped in this nightmare. Looking down when his mother's arms wrapped around his waist, feeling her breasts pressing into his back, her lips lingering on the back of his neck. Looking over at Anta, who gently held his hand in hers, gently squeezing it, seeing the look in her eyes that told him she hoped he heard her words. Peering over at Carla as her lips pressed against his shoulder, feeling her tears soaking into his shirt as they fell, trying to hold it together. To how his mother's nails tore at his shirt as he felt her trembling against him. Andrew knew Ba'al was right; he would indeed die if he kept pushing his body beyond what it could stand. Even now his bones screamed out at him, his tendons were on fire, his blood felt like acid pumping through his veins, his knees were wobbly as he tried to keep anyone from noticing how drained and exhausted his body was. Returning the weapons to their rightful owner, feeling the three of them catching his weight when his legs gave out.

"Lean on us, Andy," Anta whispered in a loving tone as she rested his right arm along her shoulders to help distribute his weight.

"We won't let you fall, ever," Carla uttered low, feeling her cheeks heat when he peered over at her.

"Allow your Queen to help shoulder some of the burdens. You can't handle everything on your own, my Pharaoh," Alex said with a shaky voice. Pressing her forehead against the back of his head, knowing how close she had come to losing her son.

"I might have a solution to this problem," Andrew spoke, staring up at Ira and Ba'al.

"Oh? And what can you..."

"Be nice," Ira intoned, with a light swat on Ba'al's ass.

"You strike me on my rear one more time, I'll..." Her face instantly got red when she felt another strike on her rear.

"You'll what?" Ira asked with a taunting smirk. He was a demon, or partially one. It was in his nature to push the limits. Arching an eyebrow when Ba'al floated up to his left ear. His eyes grew wide, he felt himself hardening at the sensuous words she whispered into his ear. "My, you're kinkier than Luci is, no wonder where she got it from," Ira muttered low, seeing the lust in his great-grandmother's eyes.

"Very well, demigod, tell me this solution you speak of," Ba'al spoke in a commanding tone as she floated above Ira, then sinking down, her legs sliding along his shoulders and chest as she came to rest on them. Pulling up her robe just enough for her bare cunt to press against the back of Ira's neck. Where she was very, very lewdly, slyly rubbing her mound against it. "I'm listening," she said, folding her arms on top of his head. Her fingertip ran along the bottom of his crown as it sat just an inch above her arms.

"Well, since you can't send them back to the time they're from, and they can't really be integrated back into modern society due to how they have no clue what even iron is or electronics for that matter, how about they become the inhabitants of my new capital?"

"Andrew, what are you saying?" Alex asked from behind him.

"Well, I need people to populate the city and work the fields, and to build my temple. These people have been trapped here for four thousand years now. Do you honestly think they're going to survive if they were thrust back into the world? Where they didn't have running water back then? Modern ways of keeping food fresh and the other things we take for granted. Do you honestly think it will end well for them? No," Andrew said, shaking his head. "Most likely, it will cause them to break down and do something harmful to themselves and to others around them in their fear."

"But how will you keep them from finding out about the world they're about to return to?" Anta asked in confusion.

"They wouldn't know it exists."

"But Andrew, that's..."

"I know, I know, it's wrong, but this is for their safety. What if it was you or you?" Andrew stated, looking at Carla and Anta. "What if you were suddenly thrust four thousand years into the future, and you have no idea what's going on around you. The sounds of the cars, the smell of the smog, the feel of the asphalt beneath your feet. What would you do if it was you? You'd freak, you'd panic, you would try to make sense of the world that no longer speaks your language. You'd be taken advantage of, used, abused, and discarded. At least this way, they can live out the rest of their lives in peace without fear of that," he said, jutting his chin towards Ba'al.

"Easy, Ba'al," Ira cooed, his left hand patting her left shin as they listened to Andrew's explanation, as he felt her anger rising. "You shouldn't go insulting beings that are stronger than you," he warned. His body shuddered when her hands took hold of his horns; his eyes fluttered wildly as she teased them, causing his manhood to lengthen in response.

"Hmpf! She or whatever she is would still be nothing more than a minor goddess if not for hers and Yahweh's thievery," Andrew stated, waving off Ira's warning. "She and the other usurper will get what's coming to them sooner or later."

Ira pressed his lips together; he had no idea what Andrew was talking about, yet he knew Andrew wasn't lying, or that's the truth he believed. Whoever told him that Andrew must put stock into whatever they told him. "Gran?"

"Hmm?"

"You will make this right, right?" Ira asked, tilting his head back.​