Part 14.1
Ira's arms trembled as he blocked the blows of the angel's sword. His eyes cut to the right as the other angel came soaring in her weapon poised for the kill. He knew whoever he was crossing swords with was stronger than him. He should have guessed that there would be angels of all orders that had survived the fall. So far his practice with drawing strength from his enslaved souls hadn't been all that spectacular. Yet he knew if he didn't try it then he was dead. Not even his grandmother could bring him back. Tapping into the skills that his aunt had taught -- or more importantly -- pounded into him, sending the female angel into her partner. Ira would need the space and the time to tap into the two souls. He couldn't risk using more than two. His eyes glanced to the left as he saw a... "Nah... they can't... really?!" Ira chuckled at the stereotype as the hearse skidded to a stop in the parking lot.
"What the hell?!" Kelly muttered as in shock as he stared out the window as Charlotte sped towards the off ramp.
"What in heaven's name?!" Aurore whispered as she took in the fight. Her eyes glanced to her left as Pandora peered over her shoulder.
"Nimue seems we're going to be walking into a huge mess," Pandora stated as she noted the kind of beings Samuel had described to them.
"I know sister," Nimue said, the edge of her hidden fan blades glinted in the moon light as she peered over the tips of them before sliding them back into their compartments. "We'll just have to make them pay for thinking they can harm her right hand, and my husband," she growled murderously, snapping the fan closed.
"Sammy, you're using up too much magic," Kelly silently warned. Looking over at her aunt as the engine roared. She had no clue how her aunt kept the car on the road as she took turns at speeds she thought the car couldn't handle.
"You three focus on aiding Samuel, me and Nimue will cover you," Pandora said, making battle plans as her face peered in the space between the driver and passenger seats as Charlotte pulled into the mall parking lot. Knowing that Samuel was taxing his body. Such wanton use of his blood magic had its drawbacks.
"Ladies let us show these fools that no one shall harm Seipowe's Herald," Nimue said evilly, her silver eyes flashed with her murderous intent.
"And make them pay for every scratch on his body," Charlotte said, matching Nimue's cold tone as she slid out of the car.
Kelly jumped slightly as a fountain of blood shot into the air as one of Nimue's hidden blades lodged itself in one of the men's throats.
"Steel yourself Kelly, more blood will be shed on this night before it's all over," Pandora said, stepping up to Kelly's side as she drew her rapier from its sheath. Its sweeping, complex polished steel guard reflected the light of Samuel's magic as it played along it. Sword rings extended forward from the crosspiece as Pandora's fingers drummed along the rich blue velvet of the hilt. "Whatever happens tonight, Samuel is the only thing that matters." "Speak of the devil," Nimue muttered, smirking when she felt Samuel in her mind. Her blood red kimono fluttered in the breeze as a swath of bodies crumbled to dust. Her silver eyes shimmered as Samuel stood at the other end of the lane. Her ruby painted lips curved into a lush, coy smile as her undead eyes fell upon him who gave each one of them a smirk as those cobalt eyes danced mischievously before the horde of bodies filled the gap blocking their sight. "Ladies...!" Nimue said, stepping up to her sister's side, her fans slid down her wrists. Their blades jetted out the tops as her murderous gaze ran along the wall of bodies. "I think Samuel has had enough free range; don't you think?"
"I have to agree sister," Pandora said, her tongue ran along the tip of her right fang as she thought of the meal to come. "I think a chain is in order," she joked as her blade slid out of the chest of the man before her. His crimson blood jetted out splattering her black t-shirt in that coppery scent. It had been so long since she's had to use her sword skills, she hoped she wasn't too rusty.
"I'll keep that in mind once we get my Sammy home," Charlotte nodded. "Kelly, Aurore, you will aid me," she commanded as she began to chant. A spell circle appeared and formed before her, its dark orange light encircled her, Kelly, and Aurore.
"Okay, you're serious," Kelly whistled as she noted the kind of circle she was using.
"Of course, I am. That's my husband out there," Charlotte said, smiling over her shoulder at Kelly. "I leave our protection to the two of you," she said, looking at Nimue's and Pandora's backs.
"Leave that to us," Nimue said, her fans spun in her hands as she sliced open the throat of the man closest to her.
"Aurore repeat word for word what Kelly speaks," Charlotte ordered as she peered over her left shoulder.
"Right," Aurore nodded as she brought her hands up to add her magic when it was needed.
"Hear me Samuel Goodall!"
"Ah hell, please don't embarrass me in front of the bad guys," Samuel pleaded in his head as he heard his aunt's voice.
"Once we're done tonight. Be prepared!" Charlotte shouted her ominous warning.
"Why does that sound hot and frightening?" Samuel muttered as he looked down and found himself encircled by a sigil.
Ira glanced down as Samuel was engulfed in a pillar of light. He was worried that Samuel couldn't hold out until he dealt with the two angels before him. Spinning his sword in hand so the tip pointed at the ground. His four wings extended, his gold-ruby eyes flashed as his angelic and demonic power flared out as his left hand rested on the pommel of his sword.
"Hear me! I, Suriel Zol, command thee!" Thunder rumbled, lightning crawled along his feathers and the sky as Ira took the first step in climbing the rung of the angelic order. "Come forth! Hear my call! Hear my command!" His horns grew dark as the moonless night, his halo burned brightly like the embers of the Sun. The red haze of his demonic taint drifted along the surface of his eyes as he pulled two souls from the pocket dimension he had stored them in. A red light and a blue one appeared in the space of his wings. His muscles bulged; his sinews strained to control the rush of strength that flooded his body.
"You are no Suriel!" The weaker angel cried out as she thought to take Ira's head. The move was too fast to be seen. The blinding light of the angel exploding covered his movement as her body split into two.
"You'll pay for that you abomination!" The angel snarled as she blocked Ira's slash. "You will know all the pains Hell can offer you for killing my sister!"
"Don't you ever shut up?" Ira spat. A wicked smirk graced his face as the angel looked down as his angelic light appeared on the palm of his hand. Watching the angel flying into the Mall's exterior wall. Bringing up his hand...
"Where are you looking?" Someone whispered in his ear before he brought up his own sword in time to keep from being cleaved in two. The dull metal sound rang out was the light pole wrapped itself around Ira as his back collided with it. "You might have the power now, those little souls helping you. But you cannot think you can be something you are not!"
"How much farther?" Aswang asked, growing tired of carrying her sister. Anael had forbidden Ardat Lili from using her true form while they were on the earthly plane. Still it would have made the task a whole lot easier if Ardat Lili could use her own legs.
"Not much farther," Anael stated, her eyes narrowing as she felt her father's power waning. Her white hair whipped behind her as her wings pushed against the air to increase her speed. "We must hurry," she warned.
"You don't have to tell me, I am his daughter as well," Aswang huffed as she kept pace with Anael.
"Release me Aswang," Ardat Lili said, her black eyes peered up at Aswang once they reached the Mall. "Help father, I shall do the same with mother."
"Very well sister, but you'll have to bear the brunt of her anger," Aswang said, releasing her hold on her sister. Waving at her with a wicked smile on her lips as Ardat Lili cursed her.
"You should help your mother, I fear you won't stand a chance against her," Anael said, before her wings pushed her skyward.
"The nerve," Aswang huffed, as she crossed her arms. "I can help too, you know," she said, in a tiny voice. "Then again..." A devilish smile formed on her lips at the thought of listening to the cries of the mortals as her whip tore into their bodies. The screams of pain and fear as its flames set their bodies on fire.
Ardat Lili's arms were out stretched as the wind roared in her ears as she fell to the ground. Her forked tongue ran along her lips at the thought of her blade tasting the living flesh of mortal souls. Her eyes glinted in wicked glee as she brought her halberd up along her chest. She could feel the evil of her blade eagerly awaiting the blood of man to coat it. Her body shot down to the ground in a concussive boom! Asphalt crumbled under her foot as she rose from her squatting position. Her sinister laugh filled the air as she spun around the blade of her halberd cleaved through the mass of bodies that surrounded her.
"I simply can't take my eyes off of you," Aswang said, as she came swooping in taking one of the men with her as her whip wrapped itself around his neck. His feet kicked as she toyed with it as she played with the man as if he was a doll dancing to her guided touch. That was before she sent the man head first into the pavement. Laughing gleefully as his gray matter oozed out of his broken skull. However, their blood lust soon came to an end at they felt their mother's anger.
"Mother!" Ardat Lili yelped. Slyly nudging the bloody intestines from the top of her boot. Trembling in fear as the humans around Mor just disintegrated to dust, yet to her eyes she knew it was due to her reverting to her true form for a microsecond. Her eyes glanced to the left as she noted how the older succubus danced through the ranks of humans, her sword cleaving through bodies with ease. "It's not what it looks like," Ardat Lili said, trying to hide her halberd behind her back. Only to look down to her left as her sister's body thumbed and bounced on the ground beside her.
"Explain yourselves?!" Mor demanded. "Mor told you to stay in Hell. Mor told you, you were to stay hidden!"
"Mother... listen... I know we should have," Aswang said, her hand outstretched to hold off her mother's wrath while pushing herself behind her sister.
"Mor is disappointed in you two," Mor said, wagging her finger at her children. "Mor must punish you."
"Please mother, not that, anything but that!" Ardat Lili said, dropping to her knees begging, pleading with Mor not to say the words.
"First we kill humans, then Mor will deal with you," Mor said, flicking her finger watching the man closest to her daughter simply explode coating her daughters in the man's blood, skin, bowels, and juicy bits. "Those humans and undead you do not injure. You will not harm Mor's mate's allies, am I understood?" Mor commanded once she had sent the images of Samuel and his own allies to her daughters.
"Yes mother," Aswang and Ardat Lili nodded vehemently.
"Mother," Anael whispered as her blade pressed against her forehead. "Lend me your strength," she prayed as she mustered her own angelic power knowing if she got into a fight with that angel she would surely be outmatched. She could see why her father was having trouble with the Dominion class angel. She had sensed his fear when she had stayed with him. Sensed that his human side was hindering his own power. Her own golden-ruby eyes flared in her rage as she listened to her father's scream as the angels light arrow pierced Ira's left shoulder. Her four wings flapped hard; the blade of her sword led the way to help her father.
Ira winced against the pain. His skin sizzled as his right hand tried to crush or remove the light arrow that was lodged in his shoulder. If he wasn't about to die he would have found this funny given that Raphaela did the same thing not too long ago. However, unlike then, Ira knew he was going to die, his grandmother wasn't going to come to his rescue. His hold on the power the souls had funneled into him was gone. Banished by his own fear and pain.
"This is the end abomination," the angel snarled as she raised her arm. The moonlight glinted along her sword as its once holy flames flickered along its edge as it was poised to deliver the killing blow.
Ira panted in pain. Feeling his golden ichor running down his chest and hand. Arching an eyebrow as his blurry eyes caught sight of something. Watching the angel's arm slide a little then fall to the earth below. Turning his head, blocking the light with his right hand as the cosmic essence that made up her body flared as her humanoid body dissolved and her ethereal form shimmered before its once heavenly light faded to nothingness before the now dust was scattered to the four corners of the world. To say Ira was stunned to see another angel smiling at him was an understatement.
"Who are..." Ira's eyes went blank; his unconscious body fell forward. The groan of the metal echoed along that bloody parking lot.
"I have you father," Anael said lovingly, her arms slid below his. Wrapping themselves around him, her cheek nuzzled his as she held him in her arms.
"For an undead thing you kill very good," Mor said, smiling at Samuel as they allowed the few that remained to flee.
"Thanks... I think," Samuel said, eyeing the two behind her warily.
"Sammy!" Kelly, Charlotte, Nimue, Pandora, and Aurore cried out in unison as they made their careful way towards him.
"You had me so worried!" Charlotte said, planting kisses all over his face.
"You are never leaving my sight again," Kelly said, tears reamed her eyes as she mirrored her aunt's kisses.
"Hello husband," Nimue cooed as she pressed her body against his as she kissed him passionately. Smiling at her sister as she stepped to the side. Her cheeks heated as Pandora wasted no time in sticking her tongue in Samuel's mouth.
"Mmm... I've missed that," Pandora cooed lightly as her lips pulled away from his. "You can't keep me waiting for another taste for so long," she smirked as she backed away.
Samuel huffed as Aurore hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're safe," Aurore muttered into his chest.
"Me too," Samuel muttered lightly patting Aurore's back looking at the four behind her for answers. He knew it was too dangerous for her to be there. He knew it was going to be hard protecting just Kelly and Charlotte.
"Sammy, who's that?" Charlotte asked, nodding behind him.
"The guy/demon... whatever the hell he is, that's Ira, the woman holding him, I don't know," Samuel said, pushing Aurore behind him even if she held Ira that didn't mean she was there to help. For all he knew she was sent to sow discord into their ranks, or to spy on them. Plus... he had to think about the five behind him. He had spent too much magic in dealing with the hordes of humans that were set upon them. Samuel didn't know if he had enough strength left to fight off the three new comers if it came to that.
"You were told!" Came a thunderous voice from the heavens. "You were told not to come! To hide yourself from Heaven!"
Samuel felt Aurore clutching tightly to his back as Kelly, Charlotte, Nimue, and Pandora moved to protect him. They looked to him as they watched that blond angel shimmering into view. Watching her 32FF breasts bounce as she stepped on the dead bodies as Lucifer stalked towards her daughter and grandson.
"Mother, you know if I didn't interfere then father would be dead." Samuel cocked an eyebrow at that.
"Surely, not?" Samuel muttered to himself.
"Samuel, what's going on, and who's that?" Kelly asked, readying herself.
"At this point in time, I rightly don't have a fucking clue. And that," Samuel said, pointing at Lucifer. "Would be Lucifer."
"You're kidding... right?" Charlotte asked, praying that Samuel knew what he was doing.
"He isn't," Lucifer said, butting into their conversation. Her golden eyes bored into her daughter, then softened as she noted the wound on Ira's shoulder. Knowing that as he was now, she was powerless to help him. Turning abruptly as she felt her presence nearing. "Quickly go," Lucifer ordered as she looked to Mor and Anael. "Go now!"
"Yes mistress," Mor nodded, taking hold of her daughter's arms before disappearing into the ether. Alyda, Rita, and Sue looked to Ira then Lucifer before nodding and fleeing before whatever showed up.
"Mo..."
"Don't sass me Anael, you are no match for Metatron," Lucifer warned.
"Fine!" Anael shouted before disappearing. Lucifer had to rush to catch Ira's body.
"What am I..."
"You have some explaining to do Luci," Ira said, his anger building.
"Ira! You..."
"Was awake when that... girl called you mother and me father. Yeah, I was," Ira said, lifting his head. His body reverting back to his human form unable to hold onto his altered state. "You going to tell me why that angel called you Mom?" he asked, his brown eyes bored into her.
"Ira?! This seems like a private matter, we're going to head back, alright?" Samuel said, seeing Ira turn his head towards him.
"Sure," Ira nodded. "The basement doesn't have any windows your friends can stay there during the day." Seeing Samuel nod before he returned his attention back to his grandmother. If he wasn't pissed off and had a gaping hole in his shoulder he would have thought the way his grandmother was blushing bashfully would have been cute. As it was, he was losing his patience with her. "Well?"
"Her name is Anael," Lucifer finally spoke.
"Wait? Wasn't that girl you told me to watch named Anael?"
"Not any girl Ira, our girl," Lucifer said, sweetly. Pushing her breasts into his uninjured part of his chest. "Our sweet, adorable daughter," she said, snuggling up to him.
"You didn't bother to ask me if I wanted a daughter?!"
"I'm not sorry for giving birth to Anael, I am sorry that you're mad that I hid her from you. You should have known this was what was going to happen when God gave you the choice," Lucifer said, pressing her forehead against his temple.
"Okay... I might have kind of guessed that, but I would have liked to be asked before you start popping kids out. Is that too much to ask?!"
"Then you need to know Michelle and Raphaela are with child too, why do you think Gabriella is here when Michelle or Raphaela would have been a better choice should a fight occur. Although my sister is quite smart in the tractional sense. Father might have actually..."
"You're rambling and getting off the subject!" Ira growled. "Tell me how can Anael be an adult when she was ten just a few days ago?"
"You think she was a ten-year-old?" Lucifer asked, a twinkle sparkled in her eyes. "More like ten days old." She couldn't help but smirk at his shocked look. "Angels age fast. Well... since Anael is more angel than human or demon she's the first of her kind to ever be born. Nephilim age normally until... well, you know. The last time you saw her she was nearing her time to sleep, where her body would rapidly grow to house her angelic power without burning up her body. But if you want to be angry you be angry with me, don't you dare take it out on my baby," Lucifer said, pulping out her lower lip.
"So that's who I felt," Metatron said, as she appeared overhead. Her six wings softly beat as she slowly landed. Her red hair swayed in the breeze. Her 32G breasts bounced against her ribs as she stepped over the pool of intestines. "Such a mess," she sighed. "Come Ira, come rest your woes into my vast cleavage," Metatron cooed holding out her arms to him. Taking his weight from her sister, knowing she was the only one that knew Ira to be able to heal him. She knew the other heavenly host would undoubtedly kill him given his weakened state. She wasn't about to allow that to happen.
"We'll talk more once you're healed," Lucifer said, lightly patting his back. "You better take care of him," she said sternly, as she stared her older sister in the eyes.
"Come now Luci, do you think I'd allow anything to happen to him?" Metatron asked, a tad hurt that her sister would think she would neglect Ira's wellbeing.
"Maybe..." Lucifer muttered not enjoying how her sister held Ira's face deep within her bosom.
"You're jealousy is showing dear sister," Metatron smirked before disappearing with Ira.
"Hmpf!" Lucifer huffed crossing her arms.
"Where are we?" Ira asked weakly, as they appeared into a place that had no discerning horizon, no substance, no sky just a simple black backdrop that surrounded a single ornate bed.
"Father made this place for me," Metatron said, as she gently laid Ira down onto the bed. "You know how it is when..." Biting her lip as her hand ran down his chest. "I don't want you to ever feel like you did in Atlantis," she said, snapping her fingers removing hers and Ira's clothing. The floating lights that danced overhead glistened along her 32G breasts as they swayed once she knelt on the bed. Watching Ira's eyes as she moved her body over his so she could heal him. "You must get stronger Ira," her nipples danced lightly along his chest, "Onoskelis, my sisters, and their little servants won't stop until this is over, or you are dead. I don't want that," Metatron cooed lovingly, as she lightly placed her hand over his wound. "Shh..." She whispered as Ira's body arched as she seared the wound closed. Her thumb brushed along his cheek as she sought to comfort Ira as he whimpered in pain. She had felt him breaching the threshold of the Dominion order. Still, it wasn't enough to battle Zadkiel on equal footing. Zadkiel took pride in her duty namely the turning of Sodom and Gomorrah into salt before she was cast down from Heaven. However, Zadkiel was at the highest order of Dominion class when she was her father's favorite angel to carry out his anger, so she knew Ira would have trouble dealing with her even if he just crossed that threshold. She herself couldn't interfere; in doing so would cause untold damage to the Earth and all those that were there.
"Does that feel better?" Metatron asked, her nose lightly brushed against his, her lips teased his as they were only a hairsbreadth from his. Her massive breasts pancaked out as she pressed them into his chest. Her six foot three inch tall frame rested over his. Her body heating feeling his soft cock against her skin.
"Much... So..." His fingertips skimmed along her thighs. Feeling her gooseflesh rising as they traveled up along her ass cheeks. Her fingers weaved through strands of his hair as her wings disappeared. Listening to her increased breathing as his fingers traveled up her spine. "Is there something I can do to repay you for the healing?"
"Mmmhmm," Metatron hummed as she stared into Ira's brown eyes.
"Oh? And what I can I do to repay you?" Ira asked, with a coy smirk.
"Make love to me," Metatron whispered. Her lips melded to his as their tongues swirled around each other's. Moaning into his mouth as Ira squeezed her ass. She's been wanting this since they had returned from Atlantis. Her hips began to move, rubbing her clit against his lower solar plexus as she sucked on Ira's lower lip as she pulled away. Biting lightly on his chin as she began to move down his body. Her nose trailed down his neck. Her lips plucked gently at his skin as they traveled towards Ira's nipples. Her tongue circled around his right areola. Smirking as she listened to his gasp as her lips tugged gently on his nipple. Seeing his muscles twitching as her tongue flicked his nipple as she continued her trek southward. The tip of her nose danced down his stomach as she neared what she had waited so long for.
Her golden eyes flickered up as Ira peered down the length of his body. Smirking at him before taking his soft member into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around that soft cock, enticing it to awaken in the warm heat of her mouth. Brushing her light red hair off to the side as she rocked on that growing rod. Urging it to rouse from its nest, to come play with the taunting tongue that would always greet it. Now that she had this place, there was no stopping her from bringing Ira here anytime she wanted; and she wanted every moment she could get. Her sultry eyes peered over the head of his cock as her tongue ran up the back of his eight inch rod. She wanted him to watch as she teased, caressed, practically sucked it dry as she made it grow to the length she so loved. Watching how his body quaked as she gently sucked on his crown as her hands softly stroked his shaft.
"Ira?" Metatron nibbled up the side of his cock as her golden eyes shimmered in her angelic power. She had seen how her sisters were acting once they knew they were with child. She knew they were hiding out in the garden to keep the others unaware of their advanced state of pregnancy. Also to keep their children safe from their sisters' anger at the sight of their heritage when they knew not that it was their father's decree that brought them into the world. Metatron knew once word got out that all four of them have born children and that it was their father's will that her time with Ira would be taxed. Especially when they find out that Ira could give them all what they have sought for so long -- Their true orgasms that their father can only bring out.
"Hmm?" Ira hummed as he rested on his elbows as he stared down into Metatron's eyes.
"Give me a child like you have done with all the others," Metatron said, watching how his muscles trembled as her lips nibbled gently along the crown of his fifteen inch rod. "Just think of how beautiful and strong she would be," she cooed before running her tongue up the back of his long, hard shaft. Lifting up slightly, pressing his cock against her chest before sliding down. Allowing it to be enveloped in her massive breasts. The jiggling of the nipple chain that bridged the gap between those two mountainous orbs played along the air of that pocket dimension. Her golden eyes flared in her lust and hunger as Ira moaned as his slick cock glided through the valley of her breasts. "Don't my breasts feel marvelous?" Metatron asked, before her tongue flicked out running along his crown, teasing his meatus, lapping up Ira's pre-cum.
"Mmmhmm!" Ira nodded before dropping back onto the bed. His eyes fluttering in his skull at the sheer elation at the pressure and softness of Metatron's breasts.
"I've always seen mortal women do this. Tell me, how does your cock look like being hugged by my tits?" Metatron asked, with a knowing smirk.
