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Ira's tongue felt heavy. His nerves on edge. A chill of fear ran down his spine as those gold eyes fell on him. Something in the back of his mind screamed at him: Run! Yet to where? Where in the world could he run to and not still feel that man's presence. However, no matter how much he wanted to flee it seemed like his body was so in fear that it would not yield that spot. His hands pulled at the fabric of his jeans trying to get his fear stricken muscles to move. Cold sweat beaded along his brow as the man flashed him a warm smile. Although, underneath it, Ira could feel the power emanating off his body.

"I understand why you feel like that Ira," God said warmly, placing his hands behind his back. The snap of his fingers caused all of creation to shudder. "There, that should allow your demon side not to cower in my presence." Humming as he casually walked over to the edge of the carter. An amused smirk graced his lips at his daughter's handiwork.

"W-w-who are you?" Ira asked, knowing even if he tried to flee it wouldn't be too much trouble for the man before him to destroy him if he so chose.

"Yahweh," God said matter-of-fact. "You know me as God, Allah," he said, rolling his hand at the numerous names that man had given him throughout the ages. "Or better known as your great grandfather," a sparkle formed in his right eye as he glanced at Ira.

"O-okay." Ira's mind couldn't function, it seemed to have shut down at what he just heard. Ira wasn't a fool. He knew if his grandmother existed then God had to, too. He just never thought God would actually show himself or for that matter actually take an interest in him. There were so many much better and more important things to worry about than li'l ol' him.

"You shouldn't think about yourself like that Ira. It's not healthy," God said in a concerned fatherly voice, taking some pleasure from Ira's shocked look. "We are inside your head Ira. It isn't hard to know what's on your mind. Did you believe we were actually here?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"So I'm dreaming?" Ira asked, looking down at his hands. Wondering why it felt so real if it was all in his head.

"Yes."

"W-what do you want of me? Are you here to kill me?" Ira asked, it felt like a swarm of butterflies was in his stomach only wishing to burst out of his chest and fly far, far... far away from the deity before him.

"Ira, I have angels for that," God said coldly. "Angels that are extremely good at killing Nephilim. Although you might give them pause, but even you would fall in time," he said, not beating around the bush.

"Then why?"

"Thought I already said Ira. To chat," God said, his smile radiating the light of Heaven as he gazed at his great grandson. "Come. Walk with me Ira," he said, gesturing for Ira to join his side.

"S-sure, this isn't weird at all," Ira muttered. Suddenly he felt the air around him vibrating as God burst out laughing.

"You should have seen Paul or James when they first saw an angel. Peed their pants!" God bellowed out, slapping Ira's left shoulder as God clutched his stomach in his laughter. "I mean the things they said just seeing an angel, their minds would explode seeing the more busty ones," he said, nudging Ira with his elbow. "You know what I mean, don't you Ira?" Flashing Ira a knowing smile. "I mean you are face deep in Lucifer's and now Raphaela's huge..." Using his hands to depict their size.

"Have you always been this perverted?" Ira asked, his cheeks heating knowing God must have watched them fucking.

"Don't get judgy on me Ira, you are breaking a sin I commanded never to commit," God said, his eyes glancing over at Ira. "Having relations with your family is a sin Ira. But... I'm not here for that," Ira thought it best not to argue with God. His mirth rolled off him as they continued on whatever path they were on.

To where? Ira couldn't say, he honestly couldn't say where they were to begin with let alone trying to describe what he was seeing. No mortal or newly awakened eternal could ever hope to describe what he or she was seeing. Nothing in his life gave him a reference to even try.

"So... you wanted to talk... to me. What about?"

"You'll see." Was the only thing God said as he constantly wore a smile on his face as they wandered. His strong hand fell on Ira's shoulder stopping his advance. Any further and Ira would have crossed into Heaven. Something that could never happen given what Ira was. "And gaze your eyes upon Heaven, or as close as one such as yourself can get to it," God said, gently squeezing Ira's shoulder. Zoomed in windows popped up before them showing all the lustful, busty, curvy, erotic angels of all orders as they flew around Heaven in their daily tasks.

"Holy..." Ira's hands flew to his mouth to stop himself from cursing in front of God.

"I know, they're such yummy daughters..." Clearing his throat, brushing off the make believe lint on his robe. "As I was saying, this is why I have brought you here Ira," God said, gesturing to the windows, his eyes studying Ira as he studied the angels. Watching his grandson's eyes as they followed the bounce, the sway of his daughter's breasts that were on the screen. "Breast man, huh? Nothing wrong with that," chuckling softly when Ira's cheeks heated.

"So... umm... God, why bring me here?" Ira asked, feeling extremely nervous and weirded out at actually speaking with a deity.

"To offer you a choice Ira," God said, as he watched the backside of one angel as she flew towards the tallest spire.

"What kind of choice?"

"I shall call off my hounds, so to speak, and you have to fill in for me with a few of my more needy daughters," God said, a mischievous grin spread across his face as he gazed at Ira.

Ira was at a loss. On one hand, Heaven wouldn't be out trying to kill him any longer, which was good, the constant looking over his shoulder for when his aunts made their move was tiring. On the other hand, just how many was he going to have to deal with.

"Oh, 4 tops, starting off, can't have you overwhelmed too early. You are still in school. I did tell you Ira we are inside your head," God stated not hiding his mirth at Ira's unnerved look. "It wouldn't do if your learning was hindered."

"So you'll call off your archangels and everyone else that wants my head?"

"Yes. You're not a bad kid Ira, yet that doesn't mean you still won't be watched," God said plainly.

"I know I'm going to regret this," Ira sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If it means I'm not going to be killed... sure. Why not?"

"Excellent. Now I think it's time for you to wake up," God said, tapping the center of Ira's forehead.

A few minutes after Ira went to sleep the day before...

The back door to her girlfriend's house closed behind her as Vikki stepped out into cool air. She felt the dew gathering along her exposed skin as the moon washed the backyard in its argentine rays. Her fists were clenched at her side. She wasn't going to lose Ira to Heaven or Hell. She was going to make sure of that. First, however, certain things had to be set in place before all that could take place. Things that she herself would personally see to, needless to say, there was a certain item she needed, something that she herself wasn't strong enough, at the moment, to retrieve.

"Mor!" Vikki called out. Ever since she had treated the wound on Ira's shoulder, she had felt the demon's presence around Ira's home. Yet, due to her kinds rules she was forbidden from entering the home on her own. "Mor come out right now! I know you're out there!" A red haze drifted off her ruby eyes as she scanned the yard. Her eyes glanced to the left as she saw how the shadows writhed and shimmered along the ground.

"No need to shout Vikki," Mor said, stepping out of the shadows. Her pale skin shone eerily in the moon light. Her raven hair floated as the gentle breeze lifted it from her shoulders. Her 36B breasts bounced against her folded arms. Her black soulless eyes glinted evilly as she stared at Vikki. "What is it that brings you out here calling for little o' Mor?" she asked, her pale pink lips curved into a cruel smile revealing her needle-like teeth.

"I need a favor," Vikki said matter-of-fact.

"Oh? A favor is a pricey thing to ask of Mor," Mor cooed, her eyes flickered up trying to peer through the walls that hid her mate from her.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't need your help," Vikki said sternly, matching the demon's gaze. "I would think you would want to help your... mate."

"I see. What is it that my Ira needs, that Mor can't give to him?" Mor asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Life. Or more in the form of life force," Vikki said plainly. "Neither can I," holding up a hand when Mor started to speak. "But I want to fix that, hence why I need your help."

"Very well, what is this favor you have need of Mor for?"

"I need you to fetch me the belt of Phykhe," Vikki said, knowing it was the only item in the underworld that would be able to hold the soul, indefinitely, that she was going to go after. Arching an eyebrow when Mor whistled.

"That is some favor you ask of Mor," Mor cooed, her forked tongue flickered out, running over her upper lip. "I understand why you ask Mor of this. Asmodan isn't likely to give it up easily. Good thing you came to Mor, huh?"

"Will you do it or not?" Vikki asked, growing impatient.

"Mor needs something from you before Mor agrees to help you," Mor said, her eyes flickered once again upwards.

"Which is?'

"If Mor agrees to help you, you have to let Mor inside any time Mor wants it," Mor said, stating her terms of the deal. "Mor's mate needs to feel Mor's body writhing against his," her hands traveled along her chest, cupping, pinching, and tugging on her nipples at the prospect of laying with Ira again.

"And allow you to bring calamity to his house? I think not!" Vikki said, setting her foot down.

"Please, Mor would never do that to the father of Mor's little ones," Mor hummed rubbing her stomach. "Do you agree to Mor's terms?"

"Very well, but I want the belt by the rise of the sun," Vikki commanded.

"Oh? Interesting things must be happening, hmm?" Mor asked, grinning evilly as they shook on the terms. "Tomorrow night you will let Mor in," she said, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Dropping her chin into her hand, hoping Mor could get the item she needed. Shaking her head, Vikki had other things to do; like finding out where that man was, and she knew the first person she needed to talk to -- Cora.

Gabriella and Michelle stood on the roof of Ira's school as the day reached its halfway point. Their eyes studying Ira as he sat, uninterested, at his desk, his pencil tapping his notebook as he leaned on his elbow. Trying to figure out why Ira didn't act like the Nephilim before him. However, that all changed when they felt the powers of a class of angel that topped even them. Turning to their left, falling to a knee as that presence neared the threshold of the material realm.

"Welcome sister, we honor she who is the voice of God," Michelle said, bowing her head in reverence to her sister.

"As decreed by he who is our maker, you are to cease your attacks upon the Nephilim that is called Ira Roderick," Metatron commanded. Three pairs of wings extended as she appeared before her sisters. Her light red hair held in a tight ponytail trailed down her back, while a curtain of her locks draped down the left side of her face. The wind gently lifting those silken strands revealing her golden eye that laid hidden underneath it. Her immense breasts bounced in the royal purple fabric that held them, straining to contain her voluptuous size. Her gold nipple chain glinted as the sun's rays struck its surface. The same royal purple cloth wrapped three fourths of the way around her waist, held secured to her hips by a gold braided chain leaving her right leg exposed and doing very little to hide her angelic mound from view as it fluttered.

"What?!" Gabriella's head shot up; her eyes shot down as the Seraphim floated before her. "Metatron, I don't understand. Why are we ordered to stop our observation on him?"

"I didn't say you were to stop watching him sister. I said you are to cease your attacks on him," Metatron said, staring intently at the back of Gabriella's bowed head.

"Forgive me sister, I didn't mean to assume. Please tell us why father has done this," Gabriella said, feeling Metatron's aura pressing down on her.

"It's easier to show you," Metatron said plainly. A three foot round crystal orb appear halfway between them. "Rise sisters and gaze at what our sister has experienced."

"I told her to stay away from that boy," Michelle growled under her breath. Her eyes watching every action her sister took. Her eyes going wide when she witnessed her sister orgasming, something only their father could do to them or so she had thought.

"That boy!" Gabriella's arm darted out, her finger pointing at Ira as he sat at his desk. "Made Raphaela cum like that!" She couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing. There was no way a simple Nephilim could do that to an angel. None of them was equipped the way their father was.

"As you see he certainly did sister," Metatron said, her ruby hued lips curved into a lustful smile. "However, that is not all, if you so choose to, Father has given his blessing should the two of you wish to partake in this Nephilim as our sister certainly already has," feeling her nipples hardening, her mouth watered as her eyes fell on Ira's manhood.

"Has father forsaken us?!" Michelle's eyes quivered praying it wasn't so as she looked at her elder sister.

"Of course not dear. He is simply giving us the option to have a taste of the man he has appointed to be his stand in on such matters."

"What do you mean us? Are you going to lay with that boy?" Gabriella asked, trying not to allow her tiny body to heat as she watched the euphoria on her sister's face. She tried not to allow the sight of her orgasm to reach her womb, yet that was easier said than done. Thinking back to when the last time her father made her cum like that; it was in the dark ages.

"It is a very high probability," Metatron cooed. "The question is sisters will there be enough of him left for you after he tastes these?" she asked, lifting up her 32G breasts as her six foot, three inch frame towered over them.

"Hmm... we must discuss this before we can give you an answer sister," Michelle said, her eyes glanced up then back down watching again the scene in slow motion. Studying everything with her eagle-eyed vision, reading her sister's lips, gasping, aloud, at what Raphaela had moaned.

"What is it Michelle?" Gabriella asked, laying her left hand on Michelle's right forearm.

"Is it true?!" Michelle asked, her head shot up, a fiery look burned in her eyes.

"If you are referring to his size," Metatron said, her golden eyes were alit with mischief. "The answer to your question is, yes. He is like Father in that aspect."

"No way! I refuse to believe it!" Gabriella shouted. Her pearl white wings unfurled, sending her flying; to where she couldn't say.

"Thank you sister for bringing this to us," Michelle said, bowing to her sister. All the while her mind was racing. On one side, her mind raced with what she was going to do to her sister for her violation of her command. On the other side, it swirled in uncertainty with what she was going to do. Could she truly lay with Ira like her sister had? Obviously, her father had allowed it. Was he growing tired of them? Was this why he had given his blessing? Was her body -- the body he had made -- not good enough for him any longer?

"We will see each other soon." Metatron's voice was but a whisper on the wind as she faded back into the ether.

Ira groaned as sixth period P.E. started as the metal door of his gym locker closed. He never liked gym class especially after lunch. His gym shirt slid down his chest as he heard the coach blowing his whistle. Glancing out of the corner of his eye as he tied his tennis shoes.

"Dudes! You won't believe this, there's a hot ass chick standing beside old man Burns!" one of the boys said nearly shouting as he ran back into the locker room.

"Well... maybe gym won't suck today," Ira thought to himself. However, the moment he stepped out onto the basketball court Ira was in disbelief at who it was standing beside his teacher. Watching how her breasts bounced as she laughed behind her hand when Coach Burns was regaling her with his old Vietnam War stories. While they weren't as large as they were when he had fucked her yesterday, he did have to admit her large 38D breasts did seem to suit her. He wasn't the only one that was approving of her choice of gym wear. Slyly glancing around as he noted how all the guys in his class were staring at her tits. He even noticed how old man Burns' eyes occasionally glanced down. Not that he could blame them, her nipples weren't that hard to see through the pearl white shirt she was wearing. Then there was the blue with white pin stripe shorts, with lines that ran down the sides of her hips, which looked like they should have been outlawed back in the '70s given how they ended at a few inches above her mid-thigh. The way the cloth hugged her ass Ira didn't know what kind of man could not stare at that heavenly ass.

"Look at those legs, what I wouldn't give to feel them wrapped around me," one of the boys whispered from behind him.

"And that ass, I just want to bite it."

"Forget about all that... check out her rack. It's practically on display, she should just get rid of that shirt for all the good it's doing," one boy said, drooling in lust as they gazed at his aunt.

"I wonder how bad they would flip out at the fact I've already done all that?" Ira asked himself. Smirking when they could only dream of what it was like being inside her hot cunt. The way she made that cute little face when she moaned. The hungry predator that lay beneath that gentle exterior when she was drunk on sex. How she moved when she had something hard to ride. His adams apple jumped as he saw those dark brown eyes glance at him, slowly moving his hands out before him as he noted the lecherous smirk she flashed him. Ira felt the murderous atmosphere building around him as he felt his classmates gazing hatefully at his back.

"Alright cupcakes!" Coach Burns yelled, blowing his whistle. "All except Ira, laps!"

"What!" roared the male students.

"Why does he get to experience the bouncing sweet boobage?!"

"Coach this can't stand, Ira shouldn't be getting any special treatment. He's the worst in the class, shouldn't those that are in the top ten get the chance to study under her?" one of the male students said stepping to the forefront. Ira rolled his eyes at the guys behind him as they joined in. They so didn't know who they were ogling. She was more apt to spear them to death than allow them to touch that angelic body of hers.

"Why are you all making a huge deal out of this?" Ira asked, looking back at the group of perverted boys. "It isn't like she's just going to allow you to touch any part of her body. So why don't you just give it up, huh?"

"Be silent you! We don't know what's going on with you. First, Beth and Cybil, now the new hot P.E. coach is looking at you..." Ira watched as the guys grew still when a knowing smirk rose along his lips. "Why are you smirking?! What have you done to that gorgeous woman!"

"Oh... not much," Ira said, his eyes shimmered evilly. Laughing inside his head at their gaping mouths as he turned back around he allowed his innuendo to hang in the air. When this all started for Ira, he had no idea he would have this much fun with it.

"Ira isn't getting off lightly," Coach Burns said, cutting in, his thumb pointed over his shoulder at the area on the other side of the gym. "She's here to personally instruct Ira."

"Oh the humanity! This beautiful woman being forced to endure Ira's presence."

"Give it a rest will ya!" Ira grumbled inside his head. His body rocked as the guys shoulder checked him as they rushed past.

"Please if Ira does anything, come and get me I'll make you feel so much better."

"As if, she'll come find me."

Ira groaned; his hand slid down his face at the foolish display his classmates were showing as they gathered around Raphaela. Although the question did remain as to why his aunt was there in the first place? He would have thought she would be in Heaven or some such place like that. Not down here wearing that hot, skimpy outfit.

"Boys are disgusting." Ira heard one of the girls mutter. This he couldn't agree with her more. The loud, shrill, wail of the coach's whistle rang out along the court. Sighing, glad someone still had their brains about them.

"Alright class outside! I want to see those legs pumping! Maybe then you'll burn off those hormones!" Coach Burns barked as he held the rear door open.

"Well Ira..." Raphaela purred as her hips swayed alluringly as she approached him. "You do have a way of making a scene wherever you go," she said, giggling behind her raised hand.

"Why are you here Raphaela?" Ira asked, trying not to gaze at how those breasts of hers swayed, unhindered, without a bra.

"To train you silly," Raphaela cooed sweetly, her fingers trailed along his shoulders as she walked around Ira. "I told you before you are like a child flailing around when it comes to hand to hand combat. Whomever trained you failed to teach you when you fight, you don't just rely on your sword, you use your whole body," she whispered into his ear. Watching how his cheeks rapidly heated as she pressed her breasts into his back. Sucking on her lip as she felt his muscles trembling as she rolled her orbs along it. Fighting back her desire to have another taste of her nephew. "Come. We have work to do," patting his shoulder as she walked out from behind him. Peering over her shoulder as her long raven hair swayed, teasing the tops of her ass as she led him to the training mats. "I know you like my ass Ira, but do try to focus on the lesson," Raphaela teased as she stepped onto the mats.

"Now what I'm about to teach you has been taught to every angel since the dawn of time. It wasn't until five thousand years ago that man came to call this style Malla-yudda," Raphaela said, taking up the first stance. "Come Ira," she said, baiting him to attack.

Ira groaned in pain as he landed hard on the mat. He didn't even last five seconds with his aunt before he found himself over matched. Trying to keep the contents of his stomach from erupting from his mouth as he fought through the pain.

"As well as this, we'll be focusing on your physical strength along with your mental strength," Raphaela stated as she stood over Ira. She couldn't help her sadistic side from coming out as Ira laid in pain. "By the time I'm through with you even Michelle will give pause about striking at you." The feather light touch of her body danced along Ira's as she straddled his body. "And if you do well, your dear aunt will give you something very special," Raphaela purred sensuously, allowing her swaying breasts to hold Ira's gaze. "Would you like that Ira?" The fires of her hunger burned in her eyes as Ira nodded vehemently. "Good," she cooed, lifting her right hand off the mat. "Since we don't have hours to practice I'll just have to take a page out of your book." The snap of her fingers resounded through time as the same kind of bubble he had once used on her expanded around them and the training mats. A sadistic light flared in her eyes as they faded from view.

"Fuck," Ira panted, sweat dripping off his nose as he fell to his knees in exhaustion. His body ached all over. He could already feel the bruises beginning to form all over his body. He had thought the training his grandmother had given him was hard. Raphaela took it to a whole new level. He knew she wasn't holding anything back from him. It had taken all his strength not to be turned into a bloody, beaten pulp of man meat. He had yet to get the feeling back in his left arm from the pressure point strike she had used on him.

"That's a good start nephew," Raphaela said, standing over him. She felt her canal clenching as he looked up at her. Feeling her womanhood throbbing as his face was only inches away from it. Fighting herself from taking hold of his face and burying it deep into her pussy where it belonged. "Soon, with my help, even the Virtues won't be a match for you."

"Who?!" Ira asked, his chest heaving in his fatigue.

"They are a class of angel on the second tier of Heaven. Whereas archangels are in the middle of the third tier, Virtues are in the middle of the second tier. While they tend to deal with more of the governing of Heaven, they're power is not to be questioned. As you are now Ira you fall slightly under them. Take no offense when I say this, but the way you are now even Michelle could beat you. Do you wish to know why?" Raphaela asked, smiling wickedly down at him, knowing full well where his mind had been all through their training.

"Sure," Ira said, knowing he didn't like that look in her eyes.

"It's because all through our training you've been staring at my chest," Raphaela said, slyly lifting her breasts, and allowing them to fall.

"I can't help it, they're just so perfect," Ira said lustfully.

"Aww." Raphaela's cheeks burned as his words reached her ears. "Thank you Ira," she said, shyly looking away. Trying to keep her body from getting aroused, yet Ira was making it very hard not to. It had been so long since anyone complimented her body, and the way he fucked her yesterday in the garden; her mind just couldn't let go of it. "But we'll have to do something about that Ira. You allow your mind to get distracted, which in turn keeps you from drawing on all of your strength. If you had done that during our training, I would've been the one constantly on the mat and not you," Raphaela said, smiling sweetly at him as she squatted down. "That's how great the difference is between us. But, you are still young and we don't have to unlearn any bad habits. We'll work on it tomorrow, why don't you go wash up," she said, fighting herself from reaching out caressing his face. Sighing inwardly as she wrapped her arms around her legs. Her eyes watching how Ira limped to the showers as she rested her cheek against her leg. Knowing she would have to return home eventually. She saw no reason to delay her punishment. "I'll be back Ira, don't you worry. I'll make sure you are strong enough -- before Michelle makes her move," Raphaela said to herself before disappearing without a trace.

Deep within the ninth circle of Hell...

Lucifer sat on her throne; her chin rested in her hand as she leaned against the armrest of her throne. The screams of the damned drifted on the sulfur laced air. A smile graced her lips as the tormented souls wailed and begged for release. Yet her mind was adrift as she recounted what happened yesterday.

"Yes Father, that's it fuck me hard!" Lucifer begged; her fingers wrapped around the fabric of that dimension as her father thrust his cock upwards into her cunt. Her eyes gazed at her father in want as her back was pressed against the structure of that place while he held her aloft. Her hands ran over her father's chest, remembering all the times she had done so in the past. "Oh Maker! I'm going to cum!" Losing her hold on her physical body, disintegrating into bits of light, something she hasn't experienced since her fall. Her ethereal body drifting around her father's body. Touching his essence for the first time in so long. She nearly wept, knowing this was likely to be the last time she felt her father like that. Panting heavily as her body coalesced around her father's cock once more. "More! You know I can take it father. You made this cunt, now let it please you," Lucifer growled, lightly spanking the spot over the hood that hid her clit.

"You always did want seconds," God smirked before making his daughter howl in pleasure.

"Well..." Her cheeks heated as she looked away. Her father could always make her feel like a small girl. She knew his berating of her appetite was only in a teasing, fatherly manner. She knew how she could hold out longer than any one of her sisters when they were with their father. "I love you father, that is never in question. Even now, when we fight, it's only because I love you and want to protect you from the fault I see in your creation."

"And you giving birth to all those children are... what?" God asked, his hands squeezing Lucifer's ass cheeks as he plunged her body up and down his hard cock.

"My way of being close to you," Lucifer said lovingly, her hand caressed God's right cheek. Whimpering as her womb began to stir again. "They're the only things I have left that can try to fill the hole I have..." Her right hand moved along her chest coming to rest over her heart. "Here," her eyes quivered as she stared at her father. "I know I have sinned. I know I may never be welcomed back. I know all this, but that doesn't change the love I still have for you father," Lucifer said, her hands gripping her father's shoulders tightly as she felt another orgasm coming. "How can I not, you are my maker," she whispered leaning forward tasting the lips of the deity that brought her into existence so long ago. "Just let me feel the cum of my maker filling me one more time," Lucifer pleaded in want.

"Oh my child, you know I do still love you. Even when you turned on me, I didn't want this. I didn't want to send you away from me. But you forced my hand Lucifer," God said lovingly, his thumb brushed along her cheek as she leaned into his hand. "Although I am glad you have reflected on what you have done. Glad you know you were the cause of your fall, and that you have come to accept it. You will always be my daughter, my light bringer," he said, his lips touching his daughter's allowing her to feel his touch one last time.

"Oh Father!" Lucifer howled as she felt her father's cum flooding her womb.

Her sadness filled her sigh as she looked out upon the lake of fire. Her finger brushing away a tear knowing that was the last time she would ever be with her maker again. She felt that when his cum flooded her. God never did that. Her father preferred to shower his angels in his cum, not allow them to feel it filling them so completely. Shaking the depressing thoughts from her head, she was the ruler of Hell, she shouldn't be thinking about her father and yet she still longed to be at his side. To be the sword that had led his armies. The one that smile of his always touched. Smacking her cheeks to try and bring herself out of her mood. Her eyes flickered up as she gazed at her grandson.

She has always kept a watchful eye on him even before he awakened as a Nephilim. She knew it was from yesterday, but she just couldn't help but genuinely smile when she saw that smirk of his when he was dealing with that Mark fellow. She too knew about him. All of his sins were laid bare to her. While she might have helped nurture those ambitions of his, however, he had set himself up against her Ira. That, in and of itself, put the boy on the losing side. No one, not even her maker, would or could keep her from making Ira the strongest Nephilim there ever was. She had thought Missy could be, yet she was too busy with her pretty boy harem. Although that did give her an idea, something that if Ira was smart and crafty enough, could possibly put him on par with the Seraphim. It would also give Ira a means to get that boy off his back. She knew he would become a problem if he wasn't dealt with soon.

Her golden eyes swirled as she ordered her minions, with her mind, to fetch the pieces of Andrew's body that had been scattered throughout her realm. Rising from her throne, her robe cascading from her body as her fingers pushed it from her shoulders. Her mountainous MMM breasts bounced against her ribs as she raised her hands above her head. Her angelic light flooded the carven as she called for the soul of the one she was about to return to the mortal realm. Lowering her hands as that twisted, mutated soul hovered in the palms of her hands. Her eyes smirked wickedly as she felt it squirming in her hands. Arching an eyebrow feeling something wet between her thighs. Reaching down, running her finger through the wetness that coated her thigh. Her eyes fluttered as her angelic juices ran along her tongue. Peering over Andrew's soul as the first demon dragged in the first piece of his body. Kicking off the horny imp that was violating her left leg once the last piece lay at her feet. Only one thing or person remained. A warm, loving smile graced her lips as her grandson appeared in a flash of hellfire.

"Grand..." Ira's eyes ran up her twenty-foot-tall form. He had forgotten how massive those things were, although that didn't take away his yearning to bury himself between them.

"Hello Ira," Lucifer said sweetly, watching how Ira tried to steady himself as she took two giant steps towards him. Looming over him as he stood between her legs. "How does my pussy look from down there, hmm?"

"Pretty as always grandma," Ira said, engraving the sight to memory, opening his mouth as a drop of her juices fell towards him. Closing his eyes as it splashed his face. Coating Ira in her scent as it dripped from his ears. "And tasty!" he quickly added.

Lucifer bit her lip sensuously as she stared down at his wet glistening face. Shrinking to her human form, her smirk greeted Ira as his face came out of the valley of her breasts. Her hand drifted over his face cleaning his body of her juice just so she could do it all over again.

"Hello Ira," Lucifer cooed, her lips brushing against his teasing her grandson.

"'Sup, umm... Grandma, what's going on?" Ira asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he noticed the small tick of her cheek, wondering how many buttons he could push at once while in Hell all while trying to ignore the remains over his grandmother's shoulder.

"So you now know, while your power is great on its own, you are still a child in what you know of your own skills; and you also know there are others stronger than you," Lucifer stated, bringing her hands up to lay over her heart. "But I give you a means on how to match a Seraphim's power," her golden eyes shimmered as she held Andrew's soul in the palms of her hand.

"Do what?!"

"There will come a time when my father no longer needs you, that day will happen, you by your very nature are an affront to his order. When that day comes, you need to be as strong as the Seraphim. And I thought he," Lucifer said, gesturing to Andrew's body as she stepped aside. "...Could be your first enslaved soul."

"You want me to... What?!" Ira shouted. He sooo wasn't expecting his grandmother to say that.

"As the holder of the soul Ira, you can make it as permanent or as temporary as you like. Souls are the only source available for you to increase your power since you aren't connected to Heaven nor are you connected to Hell. Plus I know that Mark boy has been snooping around and poking his nose in places he has no business being in. So I thought what wickedness it would be to have him serve the one that killed him," Lucifer giggled, sending a chill down Ira's spine. Ira tried not to notice that there was something off with her, yet he'd never seen his grandmother look so sad before. "Nevertheless, you aren't strong enough to raise the dead so... disassembled. This will be my gift to you Ira, but from here on, you must learn to do this for yourself. Missy will instruct you in this..." Jumping in a start as Ira ran past her unexpectedly. Her eyes followed the flight of a clump of flesh as Ira kicked it into the molten lake.

"You're going to be as smooth as a Ken doll asshole!" Ira roared. His body stilled as he saw his grandmother biting the inside of her cheek trying not to laugh. Moving back to his grandmother's side when she waved him to the spot. Watching as Andrew's body began to pull itself together. "So Luci what did you mean by that? Is there like a limit to the amount of days or the amount of decomposition?"

"For you days, three days precisely," Lucifer said sternly, her eyes running down Ira's body. Shaking her head at the most insane thought she has ever had popped into her head. "This one is special since I already hold his soul," she said, her eyes ran over Andrew's genderless body. Laughing inwardly, when Andrew's body reminded her of the movie Dogma that Ira made her watch when he was ten. "Here," holding out her hand to Ira. "Think carefully on what you want this man to do and for how long."

"How?" Ira asked, obviously she knew about him and Raphaela. Was it because of that his grandmother was so sad? No. It seemed to him, that it was deeper.

"Give it the breath of life," Lucifer said, her smile reaching her eyes as Ira looked at her eager to learn. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as she felt Ira's breath along the palm of her hand.

"What?!" Andrew asked, his eyes going wide in fear as he gazed at Lucifer. "No! No! No!" His ghostly hands tried to propel him backwards. Everything she had done to him flashed before him.

"Grandma," Ira whispered into Lucifer's ear. "What did you do to him?"

"Oh... what people like him deserves," Lucifer said offhandedly. Trying to shake the mood she was falling into. "Now," looping her left arm around Ira's right, "you must do the rest Ira, since he will be the one serving you," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You want out of here?" Ira asked, his hate burned in his eyes as he stared down at Andrew.

"What! Really?!" Scurrying over to Ira like a mad man. He didn't care. He would do or be anything to get away from that woman! "Whatever you want Ira, but just get me out of here!" Andrew pleaded frantically.

"You will keep Mark and anyone snooping around off my back and out of my business. Two you do not ever come near my sister ever again! If you fail those and or piss me off at any time your ass will find its way back here," Ira growled, his ruby/gold eyes swirled as his powers flared.

"Sure, sure, whatever just hurry up and get me out of here!" Andrew begged incessantly.

Ira glanced at his grandmother from the corner of his eye when she whispered what he was to do. Walking through Andrew's ghostly soul, kneeling beside his body, turning to his right, holding out his hand commanding Andrew's soul to fill it. He so wanted to crush it and leave his ass in Hell, yet he knew his grandmother was right as he looked down at his hand.

"You're ass belongs to me for all time, enjoy the Ken doll suit," Ira smirked wickedly, placing his hand over Andrew's heart reanimating Andrew's corpse. "You want a living body, earn it, otherwise kept the fuck out of my sight," he spat spitefully as he stood over Andrew as his consciousness returned. "I'll leave the cover for your disappearance to you." Turning his back to Andrew, nodding to his grandmother that he was done.

"I will be keeping an eye on you," Lucifer said, her cold, directed, murderous words cutting Andrew to the core of his soul. "Don't ever think you can escape. I'll always be waiting to take back your soul," hellfire leaped from the pupils of her eyes as she stared down at him. Giving her wrist a flick, teleporting him home. Her eyes went wide in startlement as Ira's arms wrapped around her. Her left hand reached up to tear his arm away from her only to still as Ira spoke.

"Lucifer," Ira whispered. "Grandma, I don't know what it is that's bothering you. But I've never seen you so sad before. Whatever happened yesterday, know that it's okay, you still have your family." A small gasp escaped her lips; her eye peered at him intently.​