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"Forgive me, Samuel, I let my jealousy get the better of me," Nimue spoke, feeling rather embarrassed, allowing it to be seen while they had guests.
"Thought I was seeing someone else?" Samuel teased, watching how she weakly nodded to his question. "Want to know something?" Noticing how her silver eyes glanced up when she was drawing the first sigil on his right palm. "You're cute when you're jealous," he whispered, watching the blood she had just drunk heating her pale white cheeks.
"You think so?" Nimue asked weakly, feeling her body heating as she saw the alluring smile on his lips.
"Definitely," Samuel muttered, watching how her silver eyes were studying his face. Feeling his body being pulled forward as her lips melded with his. Her light caress along his left cheek drew him deeper; his body began to awaken as Nimue sucked on his lower lip as she pulled away.
"Now finish your spell, but you better be willing to teach me that spell," Nimue whispered as her eyes burned in a pout for being left out, seeing how that was not something any vampire knew. Yes, they used blood magic for a great many things, yet no one's ever made blood daggers before, and many have tried to create weapons out of it and failed in the process.
"Okay, but I'm not sitting down with those damn scribes again," Samuel stated, turning back around in his seat. "Lift your hands, palms facing me," he directed, looking at Bridgett and Vikki. "Now, don't move," Samuel stated as he placed his palms against theirs.
Bridgett slyly eyed Vikki wondering if she, too, couldn't pull her hand away the moment Samuel's touched hers. Then hers and Vikki's anxiety rose as small blue orbs began to fill that small space as she and Vikki looked around, noticing how the others weren't paying attention to them.
"Relax, if you don't touch them, they're harmless to you," Samuel said while pausing between his chanting.
"But what are they?" Vikki asked in awe.
"Pure arcane energy, his," Kelly answered, her eyes falling onto her brother as he chanted the second part of the spell. She knew he was only doing this because of her, and she loved him for that.
"Oh, wow," Bridgett said in wonder as her eyes observed how those orbs just hung suspended in the air.
"You might want to shield your eyes; this will be bright," Samuel warned as he neared the end of his spell. Noting how quickly they both shut their eyes before the orbs sought out their host.
"Wow, okay, you didn't say it would be that bright?!" Bridgett groaned, not feeling Samuel's hand leaving hers. "Does that always happen?" she asked, blinking rapidly.
"Mostly," Samuel responded as he turned back towards Pandora, and Nimue as he held out his bloody palms to them.
Vikki quickly tapped Bridgett's arm with her clean hand as she couldn't tear her eyes away as the two licked Samuel's palm clean. Taking the napkin Bridgett handed her, wiping the blood off her own palm, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart raced as she noted how the two women's fangs descended and gently bit into the meaty part of the heels of his hands. Vikki's body responded as Samuel tilted his head back; her eyes watched how his own fangs were on display as his wives drew his essence into them. If she didn't know better, she would have said the face Samuel was making at that moment was one of pleasure, not pain.
"That was... hot?!" Bridgett moaned, fighting herself from getting up from her chair, knelling before Samuel and offering her neck or any part of her body to him just to feel his kiss. "It sort of looked like Samuel was about to cum there for a minute," she said, stating her observations.
"A vampire's kiss is quite... stimulating isn't that right, husband," Nimue cooed as the pads of her fingers skimmed up along the underside of his chin.
"Is that for everyone you feed on or just men?" Vikki asked curiously. She so wanted to try it. She didn't care who... well, maybe she did; either way, she would just die to know what it felt like. If it looked as arousing as it did for Samuel, she wondered if it would be the same if a woman vampire fed on another woman.
"Everyone," Nimue replied, not looking at Vikki as she ran her index finger down Samuel's chest before her eyes flashed hungrily when she got to her prize. "I knew you were excited," she teased playfully as she cupped his manhood.
"No, sister, that's because of me; I think you need to allow me the time to properly take care of my husband," Pandora said, putting on her best sisterly voice.
"Are they always like that?" Bridgett asked with a warm, friendly smile as Pandora and Nimue broke into a sibling bickering.
"Not always," Samuel said, glancing to Kelly and Charlotte, who shot him a look that said: 'What?' "Nothing," he mused while pointing at the two of them, telling Vikki and Bridgett that they were the same. Only to feel Kelly's hand striking his chest.
"We need another beer; can we get you all anything?" Bridgett offered as she lifted herself out of her seat.
"No, we're good," Samuel spoke, reaching for the decanter as he peered back at his sister and aunt, who shook their heads. He knew they couldn't drink, nor would they ever when they were carrying their children within them.
"Please, sit; Heather will bring it for you," Nimue stated, stopping her fight with Pandora long enough to address Bridgett, who lowered herself back into her seat.
"Do you like have telepathic powers or..." Feeling like a fool when Nimue held up her phone.
"Just what have you been reading that would give you that idea?" Pandora asked, eyeing the two.
"Lots of books, far more than you'd like to know, and sites, a great many of those too," Vikki answered, a little embarrassed they were constantly putting their feet in their mouths when they spoke about what they knew about vampires. Which as the night progressed showed her it wasn't much at all.
"Ah, I take it you had posters of Anne Rice's vampires all over your walls?" Pandora mused with a pointed look.
"What can we say? Lestat de Lioncourt is our favorite," Vikki sighed dreamily.
"I liked Armond better; Lestat was an arrogant sod, in my opinion," Samuel said, weighing in. Seeing their wide eyes and gapping mouths when he said those words before they turned into wide smiles.
"So you've read those books?" Bridgett asked, her glee lacing every word.
"Who hasn't?" Samuel shrugged.
"Which one was your favorite? I mean, out of the five original books," Vikki spoke, edging to the lip of her seat in excitement.
"Memnoch the Devil," Samuel answered truthfully. "Then I would have to say the fourth book would be my second choice."
"I bet you just read them so you can go, that's a lie, and that's a lie, so can't do that, am I right?" Bridgett inquired with a coy grin. Seeing the corner of his lip lifting into a smirk as Samuel brought his glass to his lips to restore his body after being fed upon.
"Possibly," Samuel muttered, looking over at Kelly, who snorted.
"I know crawling up walls and taking women upon them is something you certainly can do like Dracula did," Kelly purred, her hand rubbed lightly along his inner left thigh as her finger teased along the collar of her shirt as she thought back to that night.
"How was it?!" Vikki and Bridgett asked as one.
"Most orgasmic night of my life," Kelly sighed in longing.
"Please, don't take offense when I ask you this; I've been dying to know, what's his kiss like?" Bridgett asked, peering at Kelly.
"Take the best orgasm you've ever had in your life and times it by a hundred, plus us both being sex witches, double it," Kelly said thoughtfully after giving it some thought.
"No way?!" Bridgett gasped.
"It's true, Sammy is one of a kind, now throw in that he's a vampire with all their gifts, and well... I think you can infer the rest," Charlotte sighed, resting her left cheek in her hand as she looked dreamily into the distance.
"I can stop, you know?" Samuel teased.
"Don't you dare?!" Kelly and Charlotte hissed as one.
"You shouldn't tease us like that, Sammy; it's not nice to do to your wives," Charlotte pouted, only to have her skin heat at the kiss he blew her. Turning her head when a cell phone rang that wasn't one of theirs.
"I'm so sorry about that," Vikki uttered, quickly digging into her purse to fish out her phone. "Sorry, I need to answer this," she said, peering up from her phone as she saw her mother's text and how late it was getting. Smiling at Samuel when he just waved for her to continue. Leaning into Bridgett, showing her what her mother had asked as she did. Seeing her nodding in understanding when she too noted how late it was.
"Listen, we really would like to stay and enjoy the rest of the night with the five of you, yet it's getting late, and we have class tomorrow," Vikki said once she had sent her mother a text saying they'd be home soon.
"You... go to college?" Samuel asked, rather confused.
"We do," Bridgett nodded. "It's a great way to pick up lunch," she flirted, getting a chuckle out of Samuel.
"Husband," her pale white hand rested lightly on Samuel's arm, "We will talk when I get home, okay?" Nimue whispered in a loving tone.
"I take it you found something?" Samuel inquired, only to be met with a nod. "I take it isn't good." Again, his was met with her nod, knowing she couldn't speak about it with strangers.
"You be safe going home; no telling what's out in the darkness," Pandora said affectionately into his ear as she hugged him as they stood near the exit to the club. "Remember, it's my turn; you better be in my coffin when I get home," she purred heatedly into his ear before kissing him goodbye. Backing away as her sister filled the space she once occupied.
"Mind Wendy, and no more spell work at three in the morning; it's not good for sleeping babies," Nimue said sweetly as her hands rested over their sleeping child. Flashing Kelly and Charlotte a warm smile as they were halfway through their pregnancy. Having been born a vampire, as with her sister, she knew she would never have children given what she was born into. She was going to spoil their children rotten once they were born. She knew Pandora was going to do the same. Lightly slapping his arm, smiling lovingly as she did when Samuel rolled his eyes. Stepping closer to him, laying her hand gently on Samuel's forearm. "Please, don't do anything until we talk, alright?" Nimue whispered low, seeing him nod in response. "It was nice meeting you; my sister and I will discuss your offer, have a lovely night," she said, being polite before heading back inside the club.
"We'll text you," Bridgett said, looking at the three of them as Vikki filled her arms. "Tonight was a blast; we so have to hang out soon." With her friendly departing words, the both of them blinked out of existence on their way back to Portland.
"Oh, my, God?!" Bridgett squealed in delight the moment they appeared in Vikki's family home.
"I know?! Did you watch them feeding on one another?!" Vikki uttered, dancing around like a starstruck fan.
"What's all this?" Ira asked; he leaned against the doorframe of Alyda's bedroom. "Awful early to be wasted, sis," he said in a brotherly tone, wondering what they were on as he eyed them. Going on alert the moment his sister came running at him. Looking to Vikki for answers as Bridgett's hug pinned his arms to his side.
"You're the best brother?!"
"Sis, just what are you on?" Ira asked, knowing that was not what his sister normally says to him.
"Vikki and I just got back from the best night of our lives, didn't we, baby?" Bridgett stated, peering over at her when Vikki reached her side.
"Huh?! Would one of you mind filling me in on what the two of you are talking about?" Ira asked, looking confusingly between the two of them.
"Samuel, we had such a wonderful night; we even met his vampiric wives?!" Bridgett spoke with wide, gleeful eyes.
"Oh? You met Pandora and Nimue, hot, aren't they?" Ira asked knowingly. "How many times did Sam have to use his powers?"
"None, if you must know; Vikki and I behaved ourselves," Bridgett said, her hurt finding her way into her words.
"Okay, that was low of me, so did you two vamp-obsessed succubi enjoy your time?"
"Oh, no, Buster, not good enough; tomorrow, I get a thirty-minute facesitting time, hear?" Bridgett stated, staring down her brother.
"I see; you know, Brid, if you want your pussy eaten, you just have to say so," Ira retorted with a smirk. "Did Samuel say anything about the tome?" he asked seriously.
"No, we didn't ask. Should we have?" Bridgett inquired with an arched eyebrow.
"Nah, don't worry about it; I'll call him in the morning. Well, I have a rather stunning woman lying naked on a bed, so... I'm going to go see a woman about an orgasm or two," Ira said, watching his sister's expression when he was forward with his innuendoes. "Don't go into Mom's room tonight," he uttered as he pushed himself off the jam.
"Why?" Bridgett asked curiously.
"Mom's getting to know the girls and give them some insight about their bodies and such, so give the room a wide berth, okay?"
"Hey," her voice stilled her brother and caused him to turn back to her, wrapping him in a warm, sisterly hug, "thank you, I know you gave up a lot to keep us safe. Sorry I hadn't said it before," Bridgett whispered before placing a kiss on Ira's left cheek. "Night Ira," she cooed, waving to him, seeing his nod through the crack of the closing door.
"Vikki, does consort mean you're a part of my family?" Bridgett asked; she wasn't going if Vikki couldn't get in.
"Yes, why?" Vikki said, her pencil moving as she worked on her homework, as did Bridgett, who was sitting on their bed while she worked at her desk.
"What do you think about you and I going to the Palace?" Bridgett asked, knowing she was going to have to start working on increasing her power just like Ira had to do. Loving the glow in Vikki's eyes when she uttered the word 'Palace.'
"When?!"
"Well, I don't see why not now; I'm pretty much done with this stuff, so it's not a big thing to finish the rest when we get back. So say we spend two hours Earth time at the Palace that will give us plenty of time to hang out and check out our room," Bridgett said, wearing a coy smile on her lips at the look Vikki was giving her.
"Just let me do my hair if we're going to the Palace," Vikki said, knowing even if she was Ira's and Bridgett's consort, she was still just a low-level succubus, and she was about to be in her Lady's presence.
"Vikki, Gran's not going to care?!" Bridgett called after her as Vikki left the room. "Babe, you're hot already, and your hair is the same as it was five hours ago when you restyled it... Although, you're going to have to teach me how you do that," she said, studying her fiancée's handy work
"Bridgett, this is Lucifer's Palace we are going to; we must look our best. Full-blooded demons will be there; you have to look the part. You must project strength around them, or they will seize the opening. These demons aren't like Mor; they don't want to be anyone's friend. All they care about is power and carnage. Then there are the Lords of the Circles that are in attendance within the Palace. So if you have to use your powers, do not hesitate, or you will die," Vikki said in all seriousness. "I'm sorry for my tone, love, but you are the Princess, and you now live in a dark, dangerous world of courtly life."
"I understand, Vik; I understand all too well," Bridgett muttered, remembering the vision Zophiel had shown her.
"I hope you know I'm not trying to be a strict teacher here, but Hell is not getting its hands on my wife," Vikki said, her ruby eyes flared in her demonic power.
"So love it when you get like this," Bridgett sighed dreamily.
"So give me a few minutes to freshen up, okay?"
"Sure, Vik," Bridgett said with a nod and backed away. Turning about, heading back to their room, stopping in profile to Vikki's dresser. Her fingertips pressed lightly on the mirror's surface that sat a top of it. Watching how the mirror began to grow black, an unearthly coldness flowed into their bedroom as she made contact with Hell like Anael had shown her how to.
"Yes, Princess?" Her ebony horns which resembled wings folded as if diving, sprouted from her crimson hair that cascaded down its base and hid it from view. As well as her ears only allowing three-fourths to be shown ending in very sharp points. Bridgett still wanted to know what that elf-like face felt like on her sex as Ardat Lili heeded her summons.
"Meet Vikki and me at the Palace, and tell Aswang to be there as well," Bridgett said with authority as the Power of Hell burned in her pupils.
"As you wish, Princess."
"I'm going to have to have that conversation I was putting off with Vikki," Bridgett said to herself once the mirror returned to its normal state. "You up for that?" she asked from over her shoulder, knowing Azza was close by since Anael was called away by her grandmother. "Good, if we have time, we'll visit your mother; I know you're eager to see her," she said once Azza stated she was. Nodding to Azza as her wings enclosed around Vikki before fading from reality.
The cries of the Damned rolled along the sulfur-laced air as the three of them materialized a few feet away from the draw bridge that led towards the heart of the Palace. Her eyes ran over Aswang, and Ardat Lili stood waiting for their arrival. It wasn't the first or third time she wondered why her brother hadn't slept with both of them yet.
"Greetings, Princess," Aswang greeted with a bow.
"Shall we be visiting Father's realm again?" Ardat Lili asked, eager to show her worth to her father.
"I don't know; let's see how tonight goes," Bridgett said, leading Vikki across the bridge hand in hand. She wasn't expecting the grand entrance when she thought about visiting Anael since she always came to Earth, and she had yet to visit her in Hell if it wasn't in Lucifer's throne room as eerie trumpets blared out as she neared the threshold to the Palace's courtyard. Feeling's Vikki's hand squeezing tighter as they broached the portcullis.
"You know, when Ira first saw this place, he said to my mother, it sort of reminded me of Heaven," Vikki said, looking around for signs of an attack. She might not win or live if a full-blood demon decided to attack, yet she was going to ensure that Bridgett got away before that happened.
"Really? He's been to Heaven?" Bridgett asked, surprised.
"Just to the gates, he and you can never enter Heaven, not as you are," Vikki said as she followed after Bridgett when it seemed to her she was being led to their destination. Her heart raced as she stared at those grand, albeit horror-filled, three-story tall doors. She knew just on the other side was the grand hall where Lucifer held court since none could enter her cell that she herself didn't allow in or what became known as her throne room. Still, this was her first time presenting herself to the court, so she knew she had to display her power if the need arose, and Vikki had a feeling it would. Looking down when Bridgett rose her hand palm side facing the door. Turning her attention back to the door as it inched opened. Holding onto Bridgett's hand tightly as the vast powers that had been gathered within that room as it washed over them. Only to smile as a shout of 'Bridgett, Vikki!' as Anael came flying towards them. Their eyes followed her flight as she pulled up slightly and went into a running landing with her arms outstretched before hugging the both of them tightly.
"I'm so happy to see you," Anael whispered as she rubbed her breasts against theirs before backing away with a sinful knowing grin on her face at what that would do to the two of them. Then her demon sensed the murderous intent in the air, turning...
"Wow," Bridgett muttered as she and Vikki backed away as Anael grew to twelve feet tall. The only two things that showed her demonic nature, inherited from her father, were her tail and horns. Her angelic light shimmered along her wings as her halo burned brightly. A smirk rose the corner of her lips when she felt her demon wiggling as Anael's own power started to mix with her angelic side. Then the question remained how Ira had combined his own energies in the first place. She knew she didn't have a lot of time; she knew neither did Ira, and she wasn't facing the end of the world like he was doing at the time. Wondering if Anael had thought of that too.
"You move against my family; I will destroy you," Anael warned. The power of Hell laced every word, causing the room to shake.
"Anael, bring them fourth." Lucifer's commanding voice played along the air.
"Sorry, didn't mean for you to see that," Anael said embarrassingly.
"What'cha talking about? What are you sorry for? That was awesome; how do you do that? Can I do that?" Bridgett inquired as she fell instep beside Anael.
"You should. Have you not learned your angelic name yet?" Anael asked quizzically, glancing at her.
"No, should I have?" Bridgett didn't think it would be as important as it appeared to be when Ira told her about it.
"Yes, once you do, you'll start your true awakening. Father went through the same thing."
"So if I do, then I can be as tall as you?" Bridgett asked for clarification.
"No, that's another skill not tied to finding your name. No, finding what it is will open the door," Anael said ominously.
"Yeah, but the door to what?" Bridgett worried.
"The Cosmos," Azza cut in.
"Do what?" Bridgett uttered, peering back at Azza. Remembering she had heard Ira mentioning that word before, she just thought he was joking with her.
"As Father had done, as I hadwhen I was asleep in my mother. It's the requirement in reaching the first order," Azza stated informatively.
"I see," Bridgett muttered, chewing on her lip. Now she knew what was required to get to the top; she wondered if she would be strong enough to reach it. Her mind flashed back to their night with Samuel and his wives, replaying what he had said to her. Her eyes fell upon Vikki; of course, it was worth the cost; she was worth it. Looking down at her hand as, her angelic sight allowed her to notice the three different energies that dwelled within her. Rubbing her fingertips together, she would have to experiment later and not in a room full of power-hungry demons. "We'll talk later?" she asked, getting a bow out of Azza.
"Come, Bridgett," Lucifer spoke, rolling her hand for her to approach. "Come, and tell me why you have visited my palace?" she asked in a grandmotherly voice with a mix of power behind it, reminding everyone there where they stood.
"Hey, Lu... Hello, grandmother," Bridgett quickly changed her greeting when her grandmother's eyes bored into her. "I just came to visit Anael here since she's always coming to see me," she stated, gesturing to her Aunt/niece. "Plus, I hear I have a room in this place; I thought I check it out." Ignoring how Anael was looking at her.
"Oh?" Swallowing hard as the light of Hell was shown in Lucifer's eyes as her grandmother leaned forward. "Where have you been lately," Lucifer asked; the pad of her giant index finger lifted Bridgett's chin as she sat in her true form.
"I don't know what you mean, m'lady," Bridgett answered, feeling herself cowering beneath her grandmother's satellite dish-sized face. Her knees began to tremble as both her angel and demon quaked beneath her power.
"I believe you do; we'll speak on this privately later, now stay and watch; you are my Princess," Lucifer commanded, waving for Bridgett to stand to her right while the bowl of the souls that are forever damned to be her eternal consumption rested on its pedestal that stood to her left as she leaned back in her throne.
"Seriously, doesn't the description fit a little too much like Dante's Inferno?" Bridgett whispered low to Vikki as they moved to take up their spots beside her grandmother. Not missing the twitch of the left corner of her lip when she said that, wondering if there was some truth to that book.
"It does," Vikki agreed.
"I release you while we're in the Palace; go say hi to your mother for me," Bridgett said, looking over to Azza with a warm smile.
"Are you sure?" Azza asked, eyeing the demons that were gathered.
"I'm sure a Nephalem such as yourself won't have a problem returning to my side if the need arises," Bridgett stated, putting on a brave face.
"Thank you, m'lady," Azza said, bowing to Bridgett before disappearing from view only to appear within a foot of Zophiel. Bridgett saw how Zophiel just smiled down at Azza when she reached her. Since the moment Zophiel had appeared in her eyesight, she's always worn a disinterested look on her face. Nodding to Zophiel when her eyes fell upon her before her eyes began to roam along the fallen angels in attendance.
"Hey, who's the one in the red?" Bridgett asked to the four of them.
"That's Allocen, she's Father's new Hell-wife, and she's carrying my newest sister. She's also a Duke of Hell; it's wise to not go alone into her domain. She's very strong, also very tricky, so keep your wits about you, as mother would say to me," Anael whispered low to keep their voices down while her mother conducted her affairs of ruling all of Hell.
"There's Asmodan," Vikki pointed out, "She's the ruler of our circle, you know that. There," pointing to the angel furthest from the throne, "is Apollyon," she said, making sure Bridgett was paying attention which she was.
"You shouldn't have any trouble with her. Compared to us, she isn't a threat since she only rules the first circle," Anael stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Although, you should keep an eye out for Lilith," she uttered, leaning into Bridgett. "She's Samael's wife, and she isn't very happy with the decree mother put out about Father; plus, she hates, really hates, the children of Adam. So be on guard whenever you transverse the Third Circle."
"Some reason, Samael is staring at me like that?" Bridgett whispered out the side of her mouth as those golden eyes of hers felt creepy as they shown through Samael's white hair. Although, that didn't stop her mind from wondering what her breasts looked like on that slender body of hers when Samael wasn't wearing the breast plate she had on at that moment.
"She's a schemer; from what I have heard, all the Circle rulers have been plotting on how to get close to Father. But she's the worst; when you hear them speaking of Satan, they're referring to her," Anael said, informative.
"No way, she's Satan?" Bridgett turned her gaze to her grandmother, wondering how often her ire was raised being called that. Arching an eyebrow when she noticed how Lucifer's right eye peered at her from its corner. "Does Luci have any other name?" she asked low, eager not to piss off her grandmother. She had the suspicion she was going to get an earful later.
"Father likes to call her Little Horn or Light Bringer."
"Why?"
"When I asked Father, he said: he likes playing with her Little Horn, and well, mother is the Light Bringer," Anael said, not missing how her mother's cheeks had heated when she mentioned what her father had said.
"That dirty perv," Bridgett muttered low, noting how Vikki was fighting to contain her giggle at what Anael had said.
"I don't follow," Anael said, confused. Her eyes went wide in shock then a lust of longing filled her eyes, pondering if her father would do what Bridgett whispered what he had meant when he said that to her when they were together next. "Then there's Gadreel," she stated, getting back on track. "You know the snake in the Garden?"
"Yeah, who doesn't?" Bridgett said aloofly.
"The snake was Samael, and Gadreel was the one that let her into the Garden in the first place. It was what got her imprisoned in the first place, then mother freed her once she rebelled. She normally sticks to herself, so unless you spend a lot of time in the Fourth Circle, that's the place you'll find her, unless here that is," Anael said, giving Bridgett a rundown of court life as she went. "That's Kokabiel."
"Wow, damn, she gives Luci a run for her money," Bridgett said to herself, feeling her grandmother's eyes on her when she thought that. More so with what she thought up next, "I know Ira, the moment he sees her, he'll be here every day."
"She's the ruler of the Fifth Circle, she'll help for a price, and most of the time, it's very high," Anael warned. "That's Mephistopheles."
Bridgett wondered what she hid beneath that full metal helmet when she noted the pain within her immortal eyes. Pondering what had happened to her that she would want to hide her face. Her eyes moved down the angel's body, wondering if she used the whip in other ways than for attacking that hung on her right hip.
"She's the master of lies, so never trust what she tells you unless you know she has some stake in whatever, then definitely trust she will betray you if she's after something. She rules the Seventh Circle; mother praises her constantly when she and her sisters speak about the War," Anael said, keeping her voice low. She knew her mother didn't mind if they talked, just so long it wasn't a distraction. "Then there's Belial; I told you about her," she spoke, seeing Bridgett nod. "Mother thinks Father will stop visiting her once he's lain with Belial..." Anael's head snapped towards the doors as she and all the rest felt something old and powerful approaching the throne room. Calling forth her angelic weapon, ready to lead her mother's forces into battle. Only to freeze in her spot as her mother's right hand jutted out, keeping her from launching at the intruder.
"Stand down, Anael; Mother is coming," Lucifer said ominously, returning to her former position. Noticing how her sisters, too, were staring at the door, waiting on their mother's entrance.
"Why do I sense fear from my daughters?" Ba'al's voice spoke with the power of her godhood lacing her words as she neared. Bridgett wondered why it sounded so much like Zuul from Ghostbusters. "Why have my fallen daughters not come to see me, their mother?!" Bridgett held onto Vikki as the Palace violently shook; glancing up, she could sense it was taking a lot for her grandmother to hold back her mother even in Hell. "You have known for days now that I was taken in by Suriel Zol; not one of you, minus Lucifer and Zophiel, has greeted me since my return?!" Bridgett saw the inaudible sigh her grandmother and Zophiel released when they knew they weren't in trouble, wondering how powerful the entity could be if it could make Zophiel respond like that.
"Because you were hoarding Ira, mother?!" Kokabiel stated in almost a shout as she stepped out into the aisle. Her defiant look quickly vanished as the doors just burst open, and there stood a rather ornery, four-foot-tall Queen of the Heavens as she looked annoyed at her children as her golden eyes fell upon them.
"So?!" Ba'al growled in a hiss. "My Light Bringer, surely you instilled some intelligence into these things when you made them," she demeaned in a motherly tone as she held the demon that was on the Virtue class of angel frozen in place as she held up her left hand. "Did you're puny demon brain take my size to mean that I am weak?" Ba'al asked menacingly as her eyes narrowed dangerously. "I. Am. Ba'al?!" The fabric of the Heavens vibrated as her name radiated throughout the Cosmos. The demon in her grip watched in horror as she stripped it of its eternal form. She found it amusing watching the thing thrash about in his feeble attempts to stow her anger at the thing's disrespect. However, her amusement was short-lived as her focus turned back to her daughter. "You could have asked, and I might have let you join!" she thundered.
Bridgett noted how they were clearly startled when Ba'al said that. If she had to interpret what their looks meant to her, it appeared that they clearly didn't think of that fact. Wondering if their time in Hell had conditioned them to the point that simple acts like that were lost on them.
"Hello, daughters who honor their mother," Ba'al spoke warmly to Lucifer and Zophiel, earning burning glares from their sisters. "I do not believe I have met you," she said coldly as her gaze fell onto Bridgett.
"Mother?! This is Bridgett, my granddaughter and Suriel Zol's sister," Lucifer said, formally introducing the two of them.
"Ah. Yes. I do sense something familiar about you," Ba'al said in an unimpressed voice.
"Watch your tone in my realm, Mother," Lucifer spoke in a commanding tone as she stared her mother down.
"Yes, fine," Ba'al sighed begrudgingly, knowing she had no power to fight against her daughter in her realm. Well, she did, yet it would be costly and, to her opinion, not worth the price. Not when her new home was a paradise compared to where her daughter ruled over.
"While it is always a pleasure to see you, mother, yet why are you here?" Lucifer asked, peering down at her, wondering why she wasn't hidden in Ira's realm like she had done for thousands of years in that pocket of time.
"Well, Suriel Zol gave me this thing," Ba'al spoke, holding up a clay tablet that she had pulled out from her robes that held the written language of the angelic order on it.
"And what is that?" Lucifer asked, her car door-sized fingernail pointed at the object.
"Suriel Zol." Bridget wondered why Ba'al got a dreamy look in her eyes when her great-grandmother said Ira's angelic name. "Told me as long as I behave myself, this will allow me passage to here."
"And why would you need that?"
"I know, I know, that's what I thought too," Ba'al said, stating the obvious. "However, seems your father," she spat the title, not missing how her daughters' attention was garnered at that. "Voiced his displeasure at my new Lord that he would dare take me in."
"Mother?! What did Ira do?" Lucifer asked, very worried that Ira had started a war, so shortly after, they had put Onoskelis back to sleep.
"He stood up to your father, telling him I was family and had every right to be in his realm as he did. You should have seen your father's face when he threw Yahweh's commandment back in his face," Ba'al said, giggling as she replayed the image in her head. "Then your father stormed off like he normally does when he doesn't get his way."
"Yes, Father does have that tendency," Apollyon uttered, stealing into the conversation. "Greetings, Mother," bowing her head to Ba'al, her raven hair played out before her, "I would have come sooner to see you, yet I didn't know how you would react to seeing me."
"We'll speak later about your reasons, daughter," Ba'al commanded. "Anyway, so when your father did that, Suriel Zol gave me this," holding up the tablet once again, "so long as I don't cause any trouble, I'm to be treated as a denizen of Forth Heaven and all protections that go with it. But he'll only allow me to go here while your father stews for a bit."
"I see," Lucifer mused, trying to keep back her smirk at Ira's antics. Pondering about what her father was doing at that moment. "While I would enjoy speaking with you about a great many things, Mother. As you can see, I was in the attending to my duties. Anael here was about to show Bridgett to her chambers. If you would like, you may join them," she said, gesturing over to her right.
"Hmm..." Ba'al hummed as her eyes fell upon Bridgett; her eyes moved up and down her body. "Very well, but the moment you're done with this, we shall speak."
"Of course, Mother," Lucifer said, waving to Anael to take the lead.
"So... you're my great-grandmother?" Bridgett asked nervously.
"Yes." How that one word felt so passionless, so cold, so hollow to Bridgett.
"Can I ask how you met my brother?" Bridgett asked curiously as Ba'al's eyes moved about the walls as they ambled down the hallway.
"He stole into my hiding place from Yahweh."
"Okay, that only begs the question, how did Ira get into your hiding place?" Bridgett asked, turning to look at Ba'al. Feeling a tinge of fear creeping up her spine as those golden eyes of hers fell upon her body.
"That Pharaonic demigod found their way into my domain; Suriel Zol was with him at the time." Bridgett grew curious as to why her cheeks were getting as red as they were. Pondering on just what perverted things her brother had gotten into when they weren't around.
"So why did you leave Heaven, and why were you in hiding?" Bridgett asked, dropping back and falling in step with Ba'al, who was giving her a rather curious glance.
"I didn't leave willingly," Ba'al said somberly.
"Okay, may I ask, what you did to get kicked out of Heaven?"
"I created Lilith, Adam, the pig-headed fool, couldn't stand a strong-willed woman, so he ran to Yahweh like the spoiled child that he was and asked God to make him a partner that was subservient to him, and that was how Eve was made. So Yahweh tossed me down because I would not remake Lilith to suit that weak man's whiny need."
"Well, the Bible does say Adam was created in his image, no wonder where Adam got that from," Bridgett said, getting a rather wide smile out of her great-grandmother when she looked up at her. "Although, that just brings up a ton of other questions."
"Oh?" Ba'al mused slyly, noting the similarities between the Palace and the one in Heaven.
"Like if you're his wife, wouldn't you be just as strong as he is? If so, then how in the world could God just cast you down?" Bridgett asked, confused.
"Not easily, I assure you, yet he had help," Ba'al said vaguely. "Might I ask one of you? As Suriel Zol has said time and time again to me, I have answered many of yours."
"Sure."
"Why?" Ba'al asked seriously as she brought the both of them to a stop.
"Why what?"
"Why did you turn your radiant self into this abomination standing before me?" Ba'al asked in a disapproving tone.
"Rude much?" Bridgett huffed, crossing her arms, cocking out her hip in aggravation. "I did what I did to protect my fiancée," she stated proudly.
"And that is what you attend to marry?" Ba'al asked, flickering her finger in Vikki's direction.
"Hey?!" Vikki growled, only to be stopped by Anael's grip on her upper left arm. Her ears perked at the sound of Anael's loud inhale; she knew Anael only did that when she felt Ira approaching. She would have to ask Ira later why Anael did that and if it was an angel thing or not, also pondering on why he was in Hell in the first place.
"Father?!" Anael proclaimed as she quickly turned around as Ira appeared at the other end of the hallway in his true Nagdaium' form. A wave of sheer demonic energy rippled down the hallway, causing her body to shudder in bliss at the feel of it. Falling to a knee as his red burgundy eyes fell upon her. Her angelic side began to vibrate as she felt her father's love on her body, which in turn caused her essence to sparkle along her duel-colored wings.
"Anael." Ira's voice was loud as it echoed along the walls. The essence of Hell rippled with every step he took; the imps scurried for cover as they felt his demon pressing down on them. Her golden-ruby eyes watched with glee as he shrunk down to his humanoid size as he approached. "I hear you've been busy. I hope Luci isn't wearing you out too much," he said in a fatherly tone as he placed a hand on her right shoulder.
"Yes, Father, Mother has had me taking on more tasks, but I assure you, Father, I can handle it," Anael said with determination to make her father proud.
"I'm sure you can," Anael's eyes widened as he held out that same hand to her once he removed it from her shoulder, "Ba'al, what did I say?" Ira asked, smiling at Anael when she snuggled closer to him when he squeezed her hand.
