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The Seals of Onoskelis​

Ira stared, a tad frightened, into those shimmering ruby eyes. Those crimson strands lightly brushed her cheek bones. Her lush, full, enchanting lips were curved into an alluring smile. "Does she always look so hot when she's mad... Duh! She a succubus you idiot. Of course, she's going to look hot when she's pissed as Hell," Ira berated himself. His head quickly turned to the right. Seeing Sue slowly pushing the door closed. Rita's fingers turned the knob of the deadbolt closed causing a slight twinge of fear to crawl up his spine. Glancing down at how her 42DD breasts pressed into his chest. Looking left and right as Sue pressed her 38Cs against his right arm and Rita's 36Cs on his left. Ira wouldn't have moved if he wanted to.

"You have some explaining to do Ira. Why didn't you tell us you... You aren't truly Nephilim you have our taint," Alyda purred her hand resting over the crest of her house that was branded onto his skin. "What are you?" she asked, her tail dipped between her legs. Smirking when Ira jumped as it brushed along his manhood.

"You know you can trust us, we're family after all," Rita pouted, all the while her thigh brushed along his.

"At least now we have something to hold over Vikki," Sue said, shooting her sister a cruel smirk.

"Umm..." Ira scratched his cheek knowing they were really going to kill him.

"What?! No! Why Vikki?! Why not me?!" Sue screamed out in hurt.

"Ira, did we not grow close?" Rita asked, gently turning his chin towards her. "Don't you remember that little picnic? The way we held each other... like lovers." Her breath flowed over his lips as they were a hairsbreadth away from hers. "Are we not lovers Ira? Or are we just the women you fuck?" Rita asked, her anger that he would leave her out, yet Vikki was the first one to know, was clear as day.

"I didn't want anyone of you getting hurt," Ira said, looking at each and every one of them. "I knew after I found out, it would be safer for you if you didn't know what I truly am."

"So Ira, just what are you?" Sue asked, as she nibbled along his jaw.

"Nagdaium'," Ira said, matter-of-factly. Ever since the Devil whispered into his ear of what he was Ira has been struggling to figure out what to actually call his form of being.

"Who's your angelic parent?" Alyda asked, knowing that was an important question to be answered. Her eyes flew wide as some invisible force took hold of her and her daughters, grunting as her back struck the wall.

"I am!" Lucifer's voice thundered throughout their home.

"Silly demons," Anael said, in a tsk-tsk voice as she sat on the post of the banister. "Did you think you could do that so openly in her home?" she inquired wondering if she should...

"Anael you will not harm your father's harem," Lucifer commanded causing Ira to look into the den. Standing with her back to him, her pearl white wings sat folded against her back. She peered through strands of her blond hair over her shoulder; her golden eye shimmered, knowing the battle was coming. Knowing there was a chance she could lose him.

"Yes Mother," Anael sighed. Then quickly her hand shot down pushing her dress down hiding her womanhood from his gaze. "Don't look daddy," she said bashfully, looking away.

"Now that you know who my sweet, darling Ira is." The palms of her hands rested on the mantle of the fireplace, her nails clicking on the wood. Dispelling her wings, they would only get in the way of things. "I think it's time you learn your place," Lucifer said, in a commanding tone. The sound of her nail striking the mantel dissolved the couch, then another strike the coffee table. A small smile formed on her lips as Anael appeared before her father.

"Hi Daddy," Anael whispered. "I'm going to watch okay," she said, in this innocent tone. Mischievousness danced in her blood-red eyes as she stared up into her father's eyes. Standing on her tiptoes, leaning forward as Ira leaned back. "No need to be shy Daddy, I would never hurt you," Anael said, lovingly. Getting a quick peck on his lips in before giggling in a creepy tone as she danced away.

Ira yelped as his body was pulled along the floor with invisible fingers to the middle of the room. His head snapped to the left as Marilyn Manson's 'Kill4Me' came on. Making Alyda and her daughters watch as she ground her mound on Ira's right thigh. Her tongue flickered out teasing his upper lip tempting him to taste her lips. Her angelic lips shaped themselves along his. Their immortal bodies melded together; their heavenly essences danced along their skin as their fingertips explored each other's bodies.

"Yes Ira," Lucifer panted as the tips of his fingers trailed up her 32FF left breast. Her golden eyes stared into his golden-ruby ones, feeling how good it was to formally mark Ira as hers. Her cheek brushed his, a sinful smirk was on her lips as she peered at Alyda and her daughters. "You like my breasts the best, don't you?" A lustful whimper escaped her lips as Ira tweaked her nipple.

"You know I do, so why are you tempting me?" Ira asked, as he lightly nibbled on her right earlobe. Listening to her shuddering breath as he ran his hand beneath her robe. Dancing along her thigh, hearing the fabric of his shirt ripping as her nails dragged along his back. His eyes followed his grandmother's wings as they unfurled, the angelic light of those pearl white wings sparkled along each feather. Her halo burned brightly as the signs of her orgasm overflowing the dams in her canal. Her breath hot in her grandson's ear as before losing control. Thrusting her left hand out telekinetically slamming the doors shut before her light flooded the room.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't harmed by mama's light," Anael said, the red tips of her wings brushed against the ceiling as she unfurled her wings. "I don't want daddy mad at me," she stated over her shoulder in childlike innocence. "I may be young and whatnot, I understand what your rank is in Hell... now, so when I say this, I say it as a Princess of Hell. That if you harm my father, I will see your house destroyed." Anael's voice was hard and cold as her golden-ruby eye peered around the edge of her wing. Her murderous stare bored into all three of them as her mother released her hold on them. "Yes?" Anael turned towards Kelly as she and the Herald's companions behind her stood there in the doorway. "Is there something I can do for you, as you can see this is a family matter. So unless you have business, please leave..."

"Anael, knock it off," Ira said, as he opened the doors.

Elation flooded her face as she turned to gaze at her Father, her maker, her purpose. Her golden-ruby eyes ran down her father's true form. Anael was sure her father could do it as well, he just had to be taught if he hasn't already experienced the sight before. Feeling both her angelic and demonic side shuddering as she felt his essence brushing against hers. Something strange began to happen as her being was over taken by it. Her body began to heat, her nipples began to rise and harden. Feeling her womanhood twitching to life as her very essence vibrated. "Y-yes father," Anael said, weakly. Fighting her hands from touching herself, something that wasn't common to her given her ten days of life. "What is this strange sensation?" she asked herself.

Kelly arched an eyebrow at the sight before her. Wondering if her brother had purposely created that hole he fell through so he wouldn't have to deal with this weirdness. It was bad enough that her brother had been spirited away from their house. Only to find that Samuel had been brought here, thousands of miles away from their home and coven. She just wanted to get this done and return her brother to the house that he belonged in - namely in bed with her. She kept herself from licking her lips at the taste of sex on the air. She, personally, had no idea that angels even had sex or genitals for that matter!

"Hey... Kelly, right?" Ira asked, as he looked over at the twenty-four-year-old.

"Yeah, that's me," Kelly nodded, her sandy blonde hair brushed against her chest.

Ira tried to keep his eyes on Kelly's face and not on her bouncing breasts beneath her shirt. Ever since he'd stepped foot in his home, he had been on edge due to how their magic permeated it. He could feel his demonic side just waiting to get a taste of what they could do with a man like him. Now he knew why Missy was acting like a drunken slut with Samuel. It was only Samuel's request that kept him from pouncing on the three of them.

"I'm Ira," he said, holding out his hand. "I got to say, Samuel sure is lucky."

"Thanks, we like to remind him of that," Kelly said, smiling as she shook his hand. She could feel the sex just coming off of his body in waves. If she wasn't in love with her brother, she would be halfway tempted to see what he could do and how her magic if at all would work with Ira.

"So..." Looking would around them, "where is Samuel?" Ira asked, trying to keep his demon under wraps, yet it was proving to be a difficult task.

"He got called away," Charlotte said, speaking over her niece's right shoulder.

"Called away?!" Ira asked, confused. Trying not to drool as that raven haired beauty gazed at him. He forced his nails into the palm of his hands to keep himself sane as whatever powers they use swirled around them. "I want to hear you purr," he thought to himself as he looked into Charlotte's brown eyes.

"Yeah, this big o' hole just opened up and whoosh!" Aurore said, her raven hair with blue highlights dangled to the side as she stuck her head out from around Kelly's left side. "Off he went."

Ira felt a surge of blood rushing to his manhood as he heard that southern drawl. Those pools of emerald green pulled him in, the way her smile touched those pools causing the light to play along their surface. Looking to his right as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Please explain, what do you mean: 'off he went'," Lucifer said, her golden eye peered over Ira's shoulder, the spark of her anger burning red in her pupils.

"Luci?!"

"Its fine, I shall not harm the girl, Ira. I simply wish to know why one of the key players in keeping Onoskelis sealed, just 'off he went' as she put it," Lucifer said. She had forgotten what looking into the eyes of one of her kind that didn't want her dead felt like as Ira's golden-ruby eyes gazed at her.

"He... how much do you know of Greek mythology?" Kelly asked, shielding her family should the Devil think to lie. Praying to Hekatê that she could hold her off long enough for Samuel to get back.

"Like anyone else that studied Ancient Greece in class," Ira said, offhandedly.

"Right... anyway, you remember who Kronos' mother is, right?" Kelly asked, slyly checking to see if the crystal she always kept on hand when she and Samuel had sex was in her pocket as her hand brushed against it.

"Gaia..."

"That's right," Charlotte nodded as she placed her hand on Kelly's shoulder offering her, her strength. "As we speak my Sammy is on his way to speak with two Primal beings. We are here in his stead to inform you that we have found... a location of where this group is at. We'll just need a city map to pin-point it."

"No need for that, tell 'where' did you find it?" The smile that crept along Lucifer's lips would not be called warm, or any pleasant emotions one could conjure from some epic tale of old. No. That smile foretold of sins she must wear once again knowing the battle was nigh.

"They're somewhere in the north part of the city, like I said, without a city map pinpointing the exact location is difficult," Kelly said, muttering a spell in her mind should they think to attack given how Samuel wasn't there.

"I see, then I shall have Mor look for this place. I'll assume the Herald shall be back before then, yes?" Lucifer asked, although she didn't expect an answer to it. "I'll be back later Ira," she spoke sweetly into her grandson's mind. Seeing his nod as she took hold of her daughter's hand. "Come Anael, we must see to the army."

"Bye Daddy," Anael waved as their wings unfurled. "You call for me if you need me, okay..." Her voice trailed off as her presence faded from reality.

"Well... we're going to go back down, and rest until Samuel gets back," Kelly stated still guarding her family as Charlotte guided Aurore back towards the basement door. Plus, they did expend a great deal of their magic that night rest was required. She or the rest of them wouldn't be much help to Samuel if they were tapped out of magic. She and Charlotte had to be careful in not overtaxing their bodies. She, and she knew her aunt also, wasn't willing to risk the safety of their growing babies.

Before Ira could say anything, Kelly and the others were gone. How his demon wanted to make all three of them purr as they rode his cock. To hear them begging to be filled with his cum. Tamping down his lustful desire for Samuel's female family members, he didn't want any trouble on that front!

"Ira," Alyda cooed as she sauntered up to his back. "Why don't you come with me, and I'll show the Prince of Hell, why I am going to be your best consort," she purred as her bat-like wings extended.

"Mother!" Rita and Sue cried out seeing the sigil appearing on the floor. Knowing what it meant; she was taking Ira to their family estate in Hell.

"Sorry girls, but this is one time, I get to go first," Alyda said, smiling wickedly at her daughters before she and Ira disappeared in a blinding flash of light.

Samuel Goodall, the scion of a forgotten time-of a forgotten religion, fell silently through that inky darkness. His cobalt vampiric eyes darted about noting the slight movement of it. Turning his head to the right as he felt something brush against his cheek. Looking down his body as the inky blackness began to flow over his naked body. Watching as a pitch black chitōn and chlamýs formed along his light gold-pinkish skin. "Definitely can't go back to college now," Samuel said to himself. Then again, if he thought back, he knew months ago the normal life he had sought at one time was long gone. Sighing in his mind, shaking off the gloom of his thoughts, he might not be able to get the degree he had once sought, yet he still had a world to save, just not from the microbes he had once thought.

Narrowing his eyes as a wave of heat bombarded his immortal body. Chanting a spell in his head, coating his body in a cooling spell as he continued to silently fall. His pupils dilated as he noticed a very distant light.

"Fac me parvum!" Samuel shouted out his spell as the ground was speeding towards him far too quickly for his liking. His chitōn and chlamýs rustled in undulating waves as his unholy eyes fell upon the realm of Tartarus.

"Smaller than that other one that my grandchild employed." A strange female voice, it sounded like boulders crashing into one another, spoke from all around him.

"True sister, yet this one is powerful," said another strange female voice as it too sounded like whatever they were surrounding his floating form.

"Enough of this!" Samuel growled raising his right hand. A very massive werelight formed high above him in the burning, acidic atmosphere of Tartarus. "Fuck me," he cursed to himself as he stared up at the hundred foot towering forms of Gaia and Nyx. His eyes glanced over to Gaia as her body was mainly formed of rock, looking like Donatello had sculpted her out of the very stone. Forests, rivers, and oceans dotted her body her green glowing eyes gazed down at him. What he could see of Nyx's near-gaseous black form didn't leave him a lot of room to ponder what her body looked like as their ageless eyes peered down at him.

"He is powerful," Gaia agreed, speaking as if Samuel wasn't even there.

"Yes, that vampire blood, does wonders for the human form," Nyx stated her large finger nudged Samuel's body.

"Yet is he powerful enough?" Gaia mused as she bent down to study Samuel like some kind of specimen to be peered at under the microscope.

Samuel felt his body being invaded by Nyx's essence as the darkness that made up her form swirled around him. Screaming out in pain as her ethereal tentacles bored through his body searching for what? Samuel couldn't say. His vision began to go dark as those wiggling, boring tentacles crept deeper into the core of his being.

Samuel grunted in pain as his body fell to the ground, or what could be considered ground in Tartarus. It felt like every nerve ending, every molecule of his body, was on fire as he panted trying to draw his breath. Then some invisible force grabbed hold of his arms. Gritting against the pain as that same force, pulled him to his knees, then his feet then off the ground all together. Samuel howled in a mad, insane scream as Gaia and Nyx bombarded his body and mind with all the knowledge they had pertaining to Onoskelis.

"Hear us Herald." Gaia and Nyx spoke in unison. "Onoskelis is old. Onoskelis is wise. Onoskelis is hunger! The creator cannot be destroyed only put to sleep. Only you, Hekatê's voice in the world of man, can put the slumbering Onoskelis back into her deep sleep."

"I take your hands in mine."

"And with this string I will entwine."

"Your powers I forever bind."

"From now until the end of time."

The spell repeated and repeated inside his head as they seared their magic into his flesh. The powers of Gaia and Nyx circled around his two middle fingers before forming rings one green, the other black as night, each containing a portion of each primeval being's powers. Samuel could smell the skin below the rings cooking yet his healing powers quickly negated the damage. His knees struck hard on the ground as they released him from their grip.

"Indeed. You are strong, you might yet survive the trials," Gaia said, ominously as her giant face loomed over him.

Ira's eyes roamed along the dark stone as the orange light of the oil soaked torches flickered along it. The smell of sulfur was strong in the air. The cries of the damned were an eerie melody on the wind. Sucking in a gasp as he felt Alyda pressing her breasts against his back.

"Welcome to my ancestral home Ira," Alyda purred heatedly into Ira's ear. "So... after all this time, Hell finally has a Prince and who would have thought that my house would be his consort," she cooed as her fingertips trailed along his shoulders as she walked out from behind him. The light of the torches played along her horns as Hell brought out her true nature. Her tail now sported spikes running along its length until it got to the spear shaped tip. Her horns took on a more sinister nature as she brought his attention to the antechamber of her home.

"Where are we?" Ira asked, looking around.

"Currently?" Alyda inquired, with a sly smile as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. "The second circle of Hell, where all those that have lusted find themselves, where we - succubi and incubi - are born and raised. The souls that find themselves here make great milk for our young." Biting her lip as she flashed him her navel as she rolled her hips. Noting how Ira glanced at a closed door when a pounding came upon it. "Don't worry about that, Sue and Rita are just trying to get in, yet can't, I locked them out," Alyda giggled. Her feet lightly pressed along the floor as she ambled over to him. Her hands ran up Ira's chest, red mist drifted along her eyes as she stared into Ira's gold-ruby ones. "I want my Prince all to myself," Alyda purred, as she leaned in. Feeling his arms wrapping around her waist as their passionate kiss heated the air around them.

Ira rolled his jaw as the sting of Alyda's slap lingered on his cheek. "That's for not telling me, or my girls the truth! I've been so worried about you Ira," Alyda said, in a motherly voice. "Feared that some demon or angel would kill you. You should have told me," she said, as she snuggled closer to him. "You shouldn't make your mother worry so!" Alyda stated as she wore a broad grin as she nuzzled her cheek against Ira's chest. She couldn't wait to rub Asmodan's face in the fact that she and her daughters were Ira's - their Prince - consorts. "Come. Let me show you our home." Smiling warmly up at Ira as she took hold of his hands.

"Wow." The word left Ira's lips as he and Alyda stood on the balcony that was cut from the rock of the cliff that ringed the second circle of Hell. He didn't know to be afraid or justified in those that found their way to this part of their afterlife or giddy at the fact that he was standing in Hell where a part of himself belonged. Then again, this was the first time he had seen Hell that wasn't his grandmother's throne room. He never really had a desire to roam the circles. Mainly because well not every demon was going to be like Mor, Vikki, Sue, Rita, or Alyda. Looking over at Alyda, she gazed at him in wanton desire. True she always did that, however, now that his true identity was out it was like she would do anything he wanted even if it was painful as his right arm was entrapped by her 42DD breasts. Not something Ira was about to extract his arm from. They just felt so heavenly against his arm. Then he saw her gaze turn nasty as he followed her gaze to the left. There, out in the distance, stood a towering spire nearly reaching the top of the circle. His eyes followed it down only to be stopped when the horizon obscured the rest of it.

"Ira?" Alyda said, turning her gaze back to her son. "Whatever you do, do not get yourself mixed up with Asmodan." Ira arched an eyebrow at the name. His mind flashed back to the night before this whole mess got started.

"Why?" Ira asked, pretending not to have heard of or met the demon before.

"Because she's a cunning succubi and she'll try to lure you away from me," Alyda said, knowing that she couldn't lose to Asmodan. She wasn't about to let her family lose out on what their increased rank meant now that the truth about Ira was out; and she most definitely wasn't going to allow Asmodan to rub her face in it either.

"Well, since I don't come to Hell a whole lot, I don't think you have too much to worry about," Ira said, watching Alyda's cheeks heat as his hand squeezed her right ass cheek. "You think she's there now?" he asked, nodding to the spire.

"I don't know Ira; she does live on Earth too, like I do. So, she might be on Earth right now..." Gasping as her clothes mysteriously disappeared from her body along with his. Holding her arm along her breasts and her hand covering her mon Venus. Noting how Ira had his head tilted back, her skin tickled as she felt his angelic and demonic powers working in tandem for what she didn't know.

"She's there," Ira finally said, as he opened his eyes. His gold-ruby eyes shimmered as his powers swirled along his irises. The red mist of his demonic taint drifted along the surface of his eyes.

Alyda felt her womb clenching as her head tilted back and back as Ira grew to his twelve foot tall height. Yelping as Ira scooped her up in his giant hand. Shielding her face as his four wings whipped up the wind. "Ira! Where are we going?!" Alyda shouted. She was not amused! She wasn't someone he could just handle like some screaming '40s actress.

"There," Ira said, jutting his chin to the spire.

"But why?!"

"Why else? To make Asmodan watch as I fuck you on her little castle," Ira said, with a coy smirk.

"I can fly you know!" Alyda yelled, her hands beating on his big, thick fingers. Shuddering as her breasts, namely her nipples, brushed along the width of his index finger.

"I know. But we have to make an entrance, no?" Ira asked, flashing her a smile. "What more of an entrance than a twelve foot tall me zooming towards you?"

"Yes!" Alyda shouted in joy as she thrust up her arms in her mirth. "There! Up there!" she called out to him pointing to the spire. "She's normally in her private chambers. She likes to lord herself as ruler of this circle. What better way to show her that I now outrank her, all because you let us be with you," Alyda said sweetly, as her left hand lightly brushed along his skin.

"You are my succubus mother after all," Ira said, with a coy smirk.

"Don't you forget it," Alyda said, with a stern nod and a smile on her lips. Watching how Ira slowed his flight, his massive wings softly beating to keep them hovering in the air. Sauntering along his unfolded hands, her hips swayed alluringly, her hands ran along her taut ass to entice her son to take his frustration out on her wet cunt. A wicked smile was on her lips as she peered through the two story tall window as Asmodan just gazed at her in shock. Placing her right hand against the window, presenting her ass to Ira, glad there was enough space on the sill to allow this to happen. "My Prince," watching as Ira shrank back down to humanoid size as his feet touched down onto the stone, "come, let your consort take care of you," Alyda said, peering over her shoulder as she held her left ass cheek open. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as she felt his hands lightly skimming along her ass. "Oh Ira!" she screamed out as she felt his tongue running up her labia. Her ruby eyes glanced to her hand seeing the sigil circling around it.

Letting Asmodan listen to everything the moment her hand touched the glass. Watching how she mouthed the word 'Prince' as Alyda felt Ira curling his tongue within her channel. "God. Ira. I just love how that tongue feels so deep in my pussy," Alyda said, every word meant to dig that knife deeper into Asmodan's chest. Crying out as her climax flared sending down a torrent of her cream. "Get up here and fuck me Ira, I need to feel your big cock trusting into me," she purred as her orgasmic juices coated Ira's tongue. "Hold my leg up Ira, I want Asmodan to watch as you plow that hard cock into me," Alyda said, lifting her left leg, a broad, taunting grin raised the corners of her lips as she stared Asmodan down. Knowing that Asmodan couldn't do anything knowing that now she and Ira outranked even her. How she loved it! Especially seeing that fuming look on her red face. Taking her hand off the glass for a moment. "Ira, I might not be able to handle the length that cock is growing to," noting how he looked down arching an eyebrow at his cock, "but I want Asmodan to see the sheer pleasure my Prince brings to me. So, please be gentle," Alyda groaned as Ira's mushroom top pushed into her wet, eager mound. Her limit was ten inches. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ira's girth began to stretch her out. Placing her hand back onto the glass, "No sense in Asmodan missing out on this," Alyda said to herself.

"Mom?!" Beth called out as she entered her mother's private chambers. Her four inch thick black horns sprouted an inch beside her temple before curving downwards then curving again towards the back of her head.

Asmodan's ruby eyes finally pulled away from the sight taking place in her own window. She was going to make Alyda pay for this stain upon her house, that was until she mentioned Ira's name. Then Alyda said something very curious; the word 'Prince', surely she couldn't mean that Ira was - the Prince - the only Prince that truly mattered given the power he wields. Her eyes went wide at the sight of her daughter's horns. Horns that weren't there before given how weak she was. Watching how Beth struggled with her hair which had been tangled around them. Telling her that Beth was just as surprised as she was. "Beth what happened to you?!" Asmodan asked, smelling and feeling her daughter's demonic power for the first time in eighteen years.

"I don't know Mom," Beth said, with uncertain eyes. "This is what I woke up to after my nap." Not letting on that she's been sleeping in her room in Hell for the past three days. Normally she didn't hang out in her mother's palace given how her other siblings always harassed her about her weak nature. Yet something within her told her Hell was where she needed to be. Why? She couldn't say, now though, feeling her demonic powers surging through her body, she could understand.

"Oh fuck yes!" Alyda screamed out as her breasts slapped against the glass as Ira fucked her hard from behind. "That's it Ira, fuck me with that big cock!"

"What the fuck?!" Beth quickly turned to see what was happening behind her. "Mom?! Why are you letting this continue?" she asked, unable to take her eyes off of Ira's surging cock.

"Because I have no power to stop it," Asmodan admitted. She wasn't looking at Alyda the conniving cow. No. Her gaze was only on Ira. Although, she couldn't help but glance down at how Alyda's cunt was gushing.

"What?!" Beth asked confused, as she turned to look at her mother. Her mother was one of the strongest demons in all of Hell. "Ira couldn't be that strong, could he?"

"Meet our Prince," Asmodan said, her chin gestured to Ira.

"Wait?! As in the Prince of Hell?!" Beth asked, flabbergasted.

"The one and only," Asmodan nodded. "I have no power to stop the Prince if he wants to fuck his consort on my spire and against my window." While she said that without a hint of anger in her voice, deep down she loathed Alyda for getting the better of her. Alyda might have the upper hand at the moment, yet she wasn't about to allow Mor or Alyda to ever think they will outrank her. She will become Ira's consort, but not just any consort, the top consort. "Beth change of plans."

"Did you see the look on that slut's face! Priceless!" Alyda laughed wickedly. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she danced in place. Feeling Ira's cum racing down her canal. She wasn't about to let her Prince's semen to leak out of her. No. Ira's cum belonged in her cunt and more importantly her womb. Alyda planned on giving her Prince as many little hellions as she could. "Clothes Ira," Alyda said, sternly. Trembling as his powers settled on her body as her clothes reformed. "Now... I've always wanted to see the palace... You do know Lucifer has a palace right?" Alyda asked, arching an eyebrow at Ira's shocked eyes. "Come now Ira, you know how prideful she is, did you really think she wouldn't build one?"

"Good point," Ira admitted.

"Where have you been in Hell, the palace isn't hard to find?"

"The only place I've been was her throne room..."

"You've seen the throne?!" Alyda gasped. Knowing that only a select few, minus her horde of imps that serve her, has ever seen her throne.

"Yeah," scratching the back of his head wondering why Alyda was acting like that, "I take it you haven't?" Ira asked, as Alyda shook her head.

"Come, let's go," Alyda said, smiling at him as she took hold of his left hand. Unfurling her wings, her eyes running over his two sets of wings before pulling him along. Laughing into the wind as they fell through the air, squeezing Ira's hand as they came out of their dive. Angling to the left, soaring high over the cliff that ringed the second circle, pointing to the entrance to the tunnel that led deeper into Hell. Watching Ira as the screams of the damn roared all around them, giggling when she heard his 'Ew' as tar covered rotten hands reached out as they flew down the tunnel to the third ring.

Deep within the deepest pits of Hell, sat a being that, like her fallen sisters, had found herself longing for the end then she wouldn't miss not being in her father's presence. For eons she had lain there in the crater she had created when she struck the bottom of Hell. While her body knitted itself back together for the first eon. She had to stare at the darkness she had created within herself. Then once she was healed she didn't see a reason to leave her spot. She had sinned against her father. She deserved to waste away.

"F-father?" Zophiel whispered as she opened her eyes for the first time since her fall. Her golden eyes stared into the darkness that had blanketed her for so long. Her skin tingled as she felt something akin to her Father. Using her angelic sight to view this mystery. "Nephilim?!" she growled, almost ready to smite the abomination, that was until she saw her father's mark. Something she was sure the Nephilim didn't know existed. Wondering why her father gave the order for them to stand down as the knowledge was passed to her through her father's mark. Her eyes darted to and fro was she watched everything that dealt with Ira, as she came to learn, as he went about his daily life.

A sinful smile changed her stolid face as Zophiel watched when he had Raphaela pinned to a tree. Arching an eyebrow as Ira made her sister cum. After eons of silence, she felt her mound awakening as she continued to watch as Gabriella, Michelle, and even her sister Metatron had sex with this Nephilim. "Well, it seems something indeed curious has shown himself," Zophiel said to that mute darkness, as she watched her sisters losing themselves to this Nephilim. "Naughty sister," she cooed as she watched Metatron's essence destroying Atlantis. "I see Father," Zophiel said, rising to her feet. Her six amethyst wings unfurled; her angelic light banished the darkness as her halo flared glinting off the golden metal wings of her tiara. "I do not know why you have allowed this Nephilim to survive for so long. Yet if you are allowing my sisters to partake in him, then I see no reason to linger in this hole any longer. You have turned your eyes from us, if I can no longer be at your side then that boy will just have to do," she said, as she pushed off the ground with such force sending her rocketing skywards towards the one person that led her to this ill-forgotten place.

"There it is!" Alyda exclaimed excitedly as they approached Lucifer's palace.

"I guess she was homesick," Ira stated, chuckling at the irony before him.

"What do you mean?" Alyda asked, over the roaring wind.

"That looks just like the palace in Heaven," Ira said, gesturing to the palace.

"You've been to Heaven?!" Alyda squeaked.

"No, I'm not allowed in, I did however, peer into Heaven a while ago."

"What was it like?" Alyda asked, with wide eyes.

"Oh you know, big breasted woman flying about in little-to-nothing or see-through robes, you know how it is," Ira said, shrugging his shoulders at Alyda's gaping mouth.

"I didn't know God was into..."

"Yeah, he's a big ol' pervert I tell ya, just don't let him hear that I said that," Ira replied flashing Alyda a smile as they landed before the long, hundred foot drawbridge that reached across the lava filled moat.

"So God, is he like your..."

"Great-grandfather," Ira stated as Alyda looked over at him.

"Then Lucifer is your..."

"Grandmother," Ira said, with a smirk at how her eyes lustered.

"Does your mother know about this, what about Bridgett?" Alyda asked, in a worrying tone.

"No, and I'd like to keep it that way. Me and God, well we have an uneasy truce at the moment. So, the longer I can keep the both of them in the dark the better off they will be," Ira said, feeling Alyda's hand giving his own a squeeze. She had never once released it since the moment they had stepped off the sill of Asmodan's window.

"I understand Ira, I'll tell Rita and Sue not to mention a word to either of them. Plus, do you know how jealous they're going to be?" Alyda asked, with a devious smile.

"I can only imagine," Ira said, jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to tell them it was my idea, after I have thoroughly rubbed their noses in the fact that I got to see your chambers first," Alyda said, with a soft giggle.

"Father!" That startling cry caused Alyda to glance over towards the end of the drawbridge. Seeing Mor standing at the end of it flanked by two others.

"I think I'm seeing things," Ira said, rubbing his eyes. For a second there he thought Mor and Ardat Lili were as tall as skyscrapers.

"No, you're seeing their true forms, you are their Prince after all, they cannot hide their true selves from you," Alyda said lustfully, as she draped herself along Ira's left side.

"You get away from our father!" Aswang growled angrily as she flew towards Alyda bent on shredding the demon on her father's arm.

Ira's finger twitched, it was on instinct, otherwise he wouldn't have a clue on how he had wrapped Aswang in the chains of Hell. Arching an eyebrow as it appeared to him as though Aswang was enjoying the pain as the chains burned into her flesh.

"Yes Father, punish me!" Aswang moaned as her ass wiggled back and forth as she writhed in pleasure. Her red eyes never leaving Ira as she felt her cunt beginning to moisten at the punishment her father was handing her.

"Mor told you, your father has consorts other than me," Mor said, in a tsk-tsk voice as she sauntered along the drawbridge.

"Yes mother! May I have another?!" Aswang's voice trembled as her mother smacked her wiggling ass.

"No," Mor said plainly, flashing a smile at Ira. "Ardat see that your sister learns her mistake," Mor commanded.

"Of course, mother," Ardat Lili said, nodding her head. Her crimson hair bounced; her halberd appeared in her hands as a wicked smirk formed on her lips. "This is what you get!" she growled swinging her halberd hard, striking her sister's ass with the flat of the blade. Narrowing her eyes at how her tail wrapped around the shaft of her halberd spanking her own self with it.

"Harder sister," Aswang said, with a grin as she peered back at her sister.

"Greetings my Prince," Mor said, bowing to Ira as she met them halfway down the bridge. "Come, your consorts have much to show you," she said, stepping to the side gesturing for him to enter the palace. "You must forgive Aswang, she's at that stage where she's horny and she only wants her father," Mor said, snuggling up to her mate as she took command of his right arm. "Mor thinks it's the angel in her that's causing it."

"Seems so Mor," Alyda mused as Aswang moaned out with every strike of her sister's weapon. Glancing over at Ira, knowing if he could breed with a full-blood demon then her carrying his child wouldn't be too farfetched.

"Please father," Aswang pleaded with her father as she took hold of the back of his legs. "Please, let me please you," she begged, with such emotion that Ira had to remind himself that she was more demon than human. "I know, you have much to do, a touch is all I ask."

"You're delaying Mor's mate daughter..."

` "It's okay, it isn't like demons are going to die if I'm a little late to whatever you and Luci have planned the moment I step inside there," Ira said, as he turned around. "Very well, one touch," he stated holding up a single finger.

"Father, when you're done, you call for me. I'll let you do anything to me," Aswang purred wantonly

"No sister! I'm first born, I should be father's first!" Ardat Lili hissed before launching herself at her sister knocking Aswang to the ground.

"No! I had it in my hand! It was so hard!" Aswang whined as her hand was outstretched to her father. "I'm going to kill you!" she roared as she and Ardat Lili rolled around on the bridge tilting inches from the edge and the hissing, bubbling lava below.

Ira looked over at Mor as she growled. He wondered if Samuel had to go through this as well. Pinching the bridge of his nose, wondering if all father's had to deal with this.

"Come Ira, they'll tire themselves out... eventually," Mor said, flashing him a wicked grin revealing her needle-like teeth. "You two hear that!" she yelled over her shoulder as she and Alyda escorted Ira to the palace.​