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"Yes mother!" They both said in unison before they went back to fighting.

"You must hold on my Herald." Hekatê's voice rippled in his mind as he underwent Gaia's and Nyx's trials. "Think of the ones that count on you." Her voice cut through the pain that was searing his body. All Samuel could think of was the white hot, searing pain that was coursing through his body as Gaia and Nyx trapped him in a whirlpool of their combined energies as it threatened to drown him. "Don't lose focus Samuel!" Hekatê whispered sweetly into his mind. Showing his painfilled mind images of Kelly, Charlotte, his mother, Nimue, Pandora and everyone else he had encountered in his journey through his magical life.

Samuel grunted thrusting out his hands. Commanding the swirling torrent of energy to heed his call. He knew if he couldn't get a handle on it then he was dead. That he was sure of. Which meant if he failed Kelly, Charlotte, his child-mother and everyone else would be dead. His undead eyes shot open, his magic, along with the well of magic, swirled within his glowing cobalt eyes as he gazed at the dark magic that was thundering around him in determination! Looking down at his hands as the rings had a glow to them as he asserted his will over Nyx's powers.

"It's finally good to have you at my side Ira," Lucifer cooed as her giant finger lightly brushed along the back of his head as Ira stood to her right. Once he had his fun in the room that she had created for him and his consorts, along with showing him the rooms for her daughter and granddaughter. All her children had rooms in the palace, yet only Cora, Bridgett, and Ira were worthy enough to walk the halls of her palace. Maybe Missy, if she ever got her act together.

"Daddy!" Anael squealed in delight as her four wings propelled her body into his. "I missed you so much!" she stated as she vigorously rubbed her cheek against his.

"How?! It's only been like two hours?!" Ira asked, confused.

"Ira," Alyda's light touch on his bicep caused him to look over at her, "in Hell time passes differently."

"How so?" Ira inquired, gazing upon Alyda then all the demons that were within the big, long and vaulted audience room.

"Two hours is two days here, that is why it feels like an eternity to those that are sent here," Alyda said, smiling warmly at him. Trying to ignore how Anael as snuggling against Ira's chest. Wondering if all his offspring where going to be that needy for his presence.

"I see," Ira muttered. Looking to his grandmother as her twenty foot tall form loomed over him. Pondering if this was why Anael grew so fast given her time spent in Hell. "I think that's long enough," he stated as he patted her back.

"Just a little more okay?!" Anael said, with so much innocence it took him aback. Ira didn't know where that came from. Was it her angelic side or her human side, he knew it certainly wasn't her demon side. "Daddy!" she gasped in shock as she felt his fingers moving along her small stubby horns. Her fingers curled tighter around Ira's shirt, biting her lip as she felt her body trembling as her father's fingers traced along her horns. Burying her face into his chest as she couldn't stop her thighs from rubbing together. Embarrassed and ashamed at how wet she was, thinking she had 'peed' as her mother had called it the first time she had to relieve her bladder. Yet this didn't feel like she had to go to the bathroom as her mother called it. No. This was something else, something she had felt in her father's home.

"You shouldn't touch a succubus's horns Ira," Alyda said, knowing if the girl was as young as she stated she was, then Anael wouldn't know how pleasurable the touch was to them.

"Why?" Ira asked, as his grandmother carried on with her tasks to ready her army for the upcoming battle.

"A succubus's horns are very sensitive Ira," Alyda whispered. "If she is your daughter then she as some succubus in her. So, you shouldn't tease the girl. I would have taught you this if you came around more often," she pouted.

"Oh?!" Ira mused with a coy smirk as his eyes glanced to Alyda's horns. Smiling wickedly as his index finger ran down the side of Alyda's left horn. Watching how her body shuddered before her hand slapped his away.

"Behave Ira," Alyda said, in a motherly tone, yet that couldn't keep her smirk from forming.

"Your bad..." Ira arched an eyebrow as Anael began to speak up, "you're a bad, bad Daddy!" Anael said, with a trembling voice before vanishing.

"Forgive her Ira, she's just now discovering that side of herself," Lucifer said, lovingly. Biting the inside of her cheek as the pad of her finger moved along her grandson's ass.

Anael fell onto her father's bed, tears reamed her eyes at why she felt like this. What were these new emotions that were swirling around her head? Why does her womanhood react the way it does when her father was near? Why were her nipples so hard? Why couldn't she shut off whatever was happening between her legs?

Whimpering as her hand brushed along her 36C left breast as it ran along the white linen dress her mother made for her. Pressing the back of her head into the mattress as she lightly teased that hardening bud. Her breathing quickened as the fingers of her right hand skimmed along the inside of her right thigh. She had no idea what she was doing, yet it seemed her body did.

"Daddy." The word left her lips in a whisper as her fingers trailed up her labia. Feeling her nectar coating the pads of her fingers as they moved on their own. Touching her in ways she never thought possible. Her back arched off the bed as she discovered her throbbing clitoris. Her index and middle fingers rubbing it gently in a circular motion. Her whimpers gradually turned into soft moans as Anael felt something building inside of her.

"Please Daddy, touch me some more," Anael pleaded with the empty, silent room. "Yes Daddy," she loudly moaned as she inserted her finger into her hot, wet, virgin canal. Gasping at the sudden rush of pleasure that flooded her body as she felt her walls squeezing her exploring finger. "Father!" Anael cried out as she felt her very first orgasm. Rolling over to her right, curling herself into a ball, yet her hand would not remove itself from her wet cunt.

"Someone here?" Kelly called out, she had found it strange that Ira's house was empty when she woke up when her and Samuel's unborn child pressed down on her bladder. While she was taking care of that in the ground floor bathroom she heard the moans and the pleas as they drifted through the house. Her sandy brown hair brushed along the t-shirt she always wore to bed; she had commandeered it from Samuel and would never give it back. Arching an eyebrow as she heard someone whimpering up the stairs. Wondering what awaited her up that flight of stairs. "Anything was possible in the house the Devil inhabited," she thought to herself. Blowing out a breath, hoping that something nasty wasn't waiting for her as she began to climb.

"Why can't I stop?" Anael whimpered before biting into Ira's pillow to muffle her squeal of bliss.

"Oh? It's you," Kelly said, in a monotone voice.

"How do I make it stop?" Anael asked, in a pleading voice.

"Make what stop... Oh?!" Kelly's eyes glanced down noting how Anael's hand was between her legs. Her nose wiggled at the scent of sex in the air. She didn't think angels, or whatever Anael was, could masturbate or have sex for that matter. Once this was all done she was so going to have to rethink everything that she knew of. "May I come in?" Kelly asked, seeing Anael's weak nod. "So... what seems to be the problem?" she inquired, as she stepped lightly into the room.

"Why do I have these feelings?"

"What kind of feelings?" Kelly enquired, as she sank down onto the foot of Ira's bed.

"I don't know, I'm only ten days old," Anael said, bashfully.

"Do what now?!"

"Angels age differently than humans do," Anael said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm the first of my kind," she quickly added. Her blood-red eyes peered at Kelly, wondering why she felt so comfortable around her.

"Can you... you know stop touching yourself while we talk?" Kelly asked, trying not to notice how red and puffy Anael's labia were.

"Nah-uh," shaking her head, "if feels so good," Anael moaned lightly as she sank another finger into her tight pussy.

"So I take it you've never had sex before, obviously," Kelly said, gesturing to how Anael was going to town on her little mound.

"I want my Daddy so much, and when I'm around him," lightly smacking her peach, "this always gets wet, it feels like I've peed myself. It's so embarrassing!" Anael said, burying her face into the pillow as Kelly chuckled.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have laughed," Kelly said warmly, placing a hand on Anael's knee. "Have you told him how you feel?"

"N-n-no, I'm scared to," Anael said, with a trembling lip. "What if he rejects me? Like God did with my mother, I know she misses him dearly, I can see it. I don't want to lose my father when I just met him a few days ago," she cried as tears streamed down her face. Anael didn't hesitate as Kelly held out her arms to her.

"Shh... there, there, it's going to be alright," Kelly cooed sweetly as her hand rubbed Anael's back. "I take it there's a human side to you too?" she asked, Anael nodded her head crying into Kelly's chest. "It must be difficult for you having so many sides pulling on you, no wonder you can't think straight."

"What do I do if Father doesn't want me?" Anael sniffed.

"Then... you smack him upside the head. He's a teenager, men at that stage of life don't really think about a family, just whom they can fuck. Albeit Ira is a very, very strange teenager, still he is a guy or whatever he is. I was in love with my father too once," Kelly said, a small smile appeared on her lips as Anael's sobs began to quieten.

"R-really?" Anael asked, pulling back from Kelly.

"Mmmhmm," Kelly nodded, "but the coven we were once apart of..."

"Killed your mother and your father," Anael cut in, "sorry, I can sort of see your past," she said bashfully, as she stared down at her lap.

"Then you know how hard it was for me to see him die," Kelly said, seeing Anael nod her head.

"But he's not really dead though is he," Anael stated with a half-smile as she glanced up at Kelly.

"You can see souls?!" Kelly asked, curiously.

"Mmmhmm, it's an angel thing, like how I know you have a son growing inside of you," Anael said weakly, as she fidgeted with her hands. Looking up upon hearing Kelly gasp as her hands cupped her mouth. "I shouldn't have..." Anael was taken aback as Kelly wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Is my baby, okay?" Kelly asked, fearing that the stress and everything else that's been going on was having an effect on her and Samuel's child.

"May I?" Anael asked tentatively, nodding to Kelly's stomach.

"Please, I need to know if he's okay."

"You're like mother, so protective," Anael whispered.

"We mothers are always protective of our babies," Kelly said, smiling warmly at Anael as she placed a hand on her stomach. Seeing Anael's eyes quiver as Kelly gently caressed her left cheek.

"You're brother's child?" It wasn't a question to be answered just a statement from a very confused and horny Nagdaium'. "Tell me please, what do I need to do to make my father love me, like this?" Anael asked, gently placing her hand back onto Kelly's belly once she told her that her son was okay.

"Hmm... if you're looking for that, then you can't force yourself onto him. That will only drive him away, I'm sure you're showing up must have sent his head reeling. Give him some time to come to terms with everything. I'm sure he's equally confused about what he is, if his fight at that mall told me anything..."

"No, father wasn't confused then, he was outmatched," Anael said, sternly.

"But I saw him do that thing and bam!" Kelly's hands mimicked how the other angel exploded.

"Yeah, that was so cool," Anael said, dreamily. "But the angel that wounded my father was a class above him. He would have won if his human side weren't so afraid."

"Well... has he always lived like a human or like you?"

"Human," Anael stated.

"Well, there you go, I bet he's just as afraid of his other halves or parts, or whatever he is as you are with your human side. I bet your mother didn't teach you about human emotions did she?" Kelly asked, seeing Anael nod in agreement. "Well, they can be powerful things and frightening enough to stop you in your tracks. You were probably raised like an angel," another nod came from Anael, "while Ira was raised like a human, as you are now experiencing some of the most turbulent emotions that we - humans I mean - deal with every day. Your father is probably dealing with trying not to allow all that power he has to get away from him. Any eighteen-year-old boy, he is eighteen right?"

"Mmmhmm?!" Anael nod vehemently.

"So, think of this for eighteen years of his life he's lived as one of us, then suddenly he becomes what he is now, and has all this power at his command, can you see how that would frighten anyone in his position?"

"B-But... Father has me and mother, he shouldn't be scared!" Anael pouted.

"But are you there with him when he's fighting? I saw him fight pretty much alone with those angels. You and I didn't show up until the battle had already started and your mother didn't arrive until it was over. So tell me why shouldn't he be afraid of the powers he wields. It seems like a logical choice. I'm thinking if he loses control he's afraid he'll do something that he can never take back," Kelly said, trying to make Anael see how her and Ira's human side can be a strength and not a weakness.

"B-but... I don't want Father to die, I know he can be so strong if he didn't let his fear override him," Anael said, sadly.

"Hey now! Don't you go discounting my Sammy," Kelly huffed in a joking manner. "I'll have you know he's just as strong as your father is. I don't think Sammy is going to allow anything to happen to Ira. After all we are all in this thing together are we not?" she asked, with a pointed look and a smile causing the both of them to giggle.

"Thank you, for speaking with me. I know I'm pushy but I was born to serve him, he's my purpose, he's the reason I'm even alive right now. I don't know what I'd do if I lost him," Anael said, wiping away a tear.

"Oh honey, you can't really mean that, can you?"

"It's my angelic nature, as all angels in Heaven serve God as their makeup commands them to do, I must serve my Father, however he wishes. Nonetheless, what am I to do with this?" Anael asked, as she lifted up the hem of her dress, slightly spreading her legs as she knelt before Kelly, showing off how wet her pussy was.

"I think... I might be able to help you," Kelly said, with a sinful smile.

Meanwhile back in Hell...

"Silence your damn tongues!" Lucifer growled shaking the very foundations of her palace as her hordes of generals couldn't agree on a plan of attack. "I did not gather you here to listen to your bickering! We do not need a plan of attack as I have stated before," rising from her throne as the power of Hell burned brightly in her pupils, "the Herald will decide on where we are to attack, your jobs are to make sure my army is ready to march. Have I not been clear on that!"

"She's so hot," Alyda purred into Ira's ear. Something Ira couldn't refute; his grandmother was indeed hot when she got angry as long as it wasn't directed at him. "What I wouldn't give to know what she tastes like on my tongue," she said lustfully, rubbing her body against Ira's.

"Ask Vikki," Ira said, offhandedly. Watching his grandmother in action, wondering if this was what she was like when she rebelled against God. He was not expecting Alyda to forcibly spin him around.

"What do you mean ask Vikki?" Alyda asked, keeping her voice low so not to interrupt her ladyship.

"Oh, me, grandma, and Vikki had a very nice three-way in her circle," Ira said, with a coy smirk. Gently closing Alyda's gaping mouth at the shock of the news.

"Y-you mean, my daughter, my Vikki, has been to her circle, tasted Lucifer's sweet cunt and lived to tell the tale?" Alyda stammered.

"Yeah," Ira nodded. Glancing out of the corner of his right eye as Alyda took him by the shoulders.

"Please my Prince, son, you have to try and let us know what it's like," Alyda said, with pleading and excited eyes.

"I'll ask her," Ira replied. "Gran? What would you say to you, me, and the rest of Vikki's family?" he asked, speaking with his mind.

"I don't know Ira; I don't think you could handle all of us at once." Ira saw that golden eye of hers as she slyly peered over her shoulder.

"Oh, you may never know, we might just make the Light Bringer shine once again," Ira teased seeing a light blush on what he could see of her cheeks.

"Oh Ira, you don't know how much I love hearing you call me that," Lucifer said lovingly, into his mind.

"You might have fallen grandma, but you are still the Light Bringer, are you not?" Ira could feel her emotions flooding his mind, the flashes of memories as she served his great-grandfather. Feeling how proud she was to be his Light Bringer. Then he felt a sudden surge of anger, it seemed to him that God purposely created his grandmother all so she would rebel. He is God after all, he would have known that was going to happen and if he allowed it then he's the one that allowed his grandmother to suffer.

"Be at ease Ira, it was meant to be this way," Lucifer spoke into his mind.

"So? That doesn't mean I enjoy seeing you sad Luci."

"Oh Ira, are you sure you're not in love with the Devil?" Lucifer asked, in a teasing tone.

Whatever his retort was going to be died in his throat as he felt something old, something very strong speeding their way. He didn't think, he just reacted to the threat that was drawing near as he launched himself into the air. Only to be stopped by his grandmother's out stretched arm.

"It's alright Ira," Lucifer said, as their angelic eyes watched as Zophiel appeared high above them like all Seraphim do.

"Holy," Ira whispered as his eyes moved along her golden wing tiara, to her stunning, beautiful face. Her hard, yet alluring eyes, her lustful lips, her amethyst mantle that set so perfectly around her neck as her six amethyst wings slowly beat to keep her aloft. Ornate gold shoulder armor sat tightly to her body; matching gold winged bracelets adorned her wrist mirroring her tiara. Her amethyst and white robe, if you can all two pieces of cloth that, barely covered her 32O breasts leaving a very wide 'V' down the middle of her chest down to the top of her mons Venus only to be held taut to her body by a gold chain belt, a robe. Her armored golden shin guards shone in the light of Hell. "Those things are bigger than Metatron's!" Ira said to himself. He wondered if all angels went bare foot given that he never saw any in their natural forms wear shoes or boots. Then again, why would they, they can fly after all.

"Hello sister," Lucifer said, gazing up at Zophiel. She had wondered when she would finally pull herself out of that hole.

Zophiel didn't say a word as her eyes moved around the chamber. Scowling at the demons below her, her eyes moving along the map of the Earth as they all were clustered around the giant table in the center of the room. Then her golden eyes fell upon Ira. The Nephilim that had made her sister's release their ethereal forms, something she had thought only her father could do.

"Give me the Nephilim, Lucifer," Zophiel demanded as she reached behind her, her hands grasping the blades of her chakrams. Their silvery blades flickered in her angelic fire.

"Why?"

"He and I have things to discuss," Zophiel said plainly, her eyes never leaving Ira's body. "You might have Hell backing you dear sister, but I am, Zophiel, the angel of Fate!" she roared as her wings were fully extended, her angelic light burned brightly in her eyes. Her once holy halo burned in intensity causing the demons that were gathered to flee for the shadows, even Alyda. "Give me the boy or I'll take him from you," Zophiel said, darkly.

"Did you just wake up Zophiel?" Lucifer asked, with a cocky grin knowing Zophiel's threat was hollow as she nodded. Even if she was a Seraphim even a fallen one, this was Hell, this was where she ruled over all, even her sisters. "Then you don't know that our sisters are trying to release Onoskelis from her prison, do you?"

"What?! Are they mad!" Zophiel gasped. Lowering her weapons at this news.

"It seems so dear sister," Lucifer sighed.

"I see," chewing on her lower lip, she had wanted to see if Ira could please her like he did with Metatron yet this news put her desires on the back burner, "has Father been told of his, and what of the Herald?"

"If you would care to come down, I'll fill you in on everything you have missed out on," Lucifer said sweetly, her blonde hair brushed along the middle of her back as she peered up at Zophiel.

"On one condition."

"And what's that sister?" Lucifer asked, with a cocked eyebrow.

"Is it true, about him," Zophiel stated pointing at Ira.

"Is what true?" Lucifer enquired, with a knowing smile.

"That he can make you, our sisters..." As her cheeks heated to a dark hue, Ira found it rather cute the way she blushed.

"Oh, very much so," Lucifer nodded.

"Even with his small size?"

"Hey!" Ira took offense to that.

"Hush Ira, she didn't mean it in a negative light," Lucifer whispered to him. "Was that why you were trying to take my Ira away from me?" she asked, Zophiel didn't need to answer, she already knew it. "If you help us, fight with me once again, I'll see that Ira here gladly..." Lucifer trailed off as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"You just can't pimp me out Luci," Ira grumbled as he crossed his arms as he floated in the air.

"Come now Ira, surely a fallen angel is far more tasty then those still in Heaven," Lucifer teased. "Don't you want to know if the carpet matches the drapes?"

"I'm not answering that," Ira huffed turning his head.

"What is a carpet and drapes?" Zophiel asked, as her feet touched the floor. A few inches taller than Lucifer was as she stood beside her sister. Lucifer could hear Ira chuckling as she whispered into her sister's right ear. "What?! Oh! Yes, they do match," she said, with a sinful smile as Ira turned his head to look at her. "I'd be happy to show you, in private that is," Zophiel said, in a sensuous purr.

Ira sneaked underneath the table, given that it was a ten foot tall table made it quite easy to do, while his grandmother and Zophiel spoke. Listening to Luci's voice as she detailed the events that led up to this moment. "Okay Ira, here's what you're going to do, you're going to dart out there and peer up that angel's robe. If she wants to fuck you why not get a look at the goods beforehand," Ira said to himself as he hid in the shadows. "Oh my..." Ira was awestruck as those pretty pink lips greeted his eyes as he gazed upwards. "Why is it every angel I meet has the most perfect pussy I've ever seen?" he asked himself.

"You naughty boy," Lucifer said, in a disapproving grandmotherly tone.

"Hey, hey!" Ira yelp as Lucifer took him into her hand and roughly set him on the table.

"Don't you 'Hey me' young man," Lucifer said, staring down her grandson, wagging her finger at him. "You didn't even bother to stare up my robe! Hmpf!" she huffed as she turned her nose up at him, the crossing of her arms below her MMM breasts causing them to bounce and sway.

"Well, I was! But someone just had to blow my cover now didn't she," Ira said, turning up his own nose at his grandmother. Ira tried to steady his body as Lucifer's hands struck the surface.

"You aren't lying are you?!"

"When have I ever turned down an opportunity to look at that pretty little thing you have?" Ira asked, with a pointed look.

"True, you haven't," Lucifer mused rising back to her normal height. Her index finger tapped her chin as her hips swayed. Feeling her mound growing moist at the thought of Ira gazing up at it.

"So Ira," her massive, mountainous O size breasts swayed as she bent over, "tell me was fucking my sister, Metatron I mean, good? Have you gotten a taste of Seraphim pussy? Is this cock long, hard, and thick like father's is?" Zophiel asked, as her car door size nail brushed lightly along Ira's groin.

"Yes, yes, and I don't know, not like I got around peeking under God's robes or having a sword fight with our cocks," Ira stammered as he rubbed the back of his head.

"It is sister," Lucifer nodded.

"How can that be?!" Zophiel asked in shock, as she leaned over the table to engulf Ira in the valley of her hanging breasts. Smirking at Lucifer as she felt Ira rubbing his face against the side of her left breast.

"He's partly an incubus, you know how they are," Lucifer said, trying to keep the tick in her right cheek from showing. "Ira! If breasts were what you wanted," pulling her robe to the side exposing her breasts to him, "all you had to do was ask," she said, her orbs were like wrecking balls as they swung as she leaned on the table.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Ira stated as he took hold of her tire sized pink nipple. Feeling his grandmother shuddering as he licked along it.

"Yes Ira, take pleasure in my body," Lucifer cooed softly. Biting her lip to keep herself from moaning as he teased her nipple.

"Mine are the finest breasts in all creation, Ira why don't you come play with mine," Zophiel purred, her hands cradled and fondled those heavy hanging orbs.

"Later, after this crisis is over," Lucifer said, scooping Ira up in her hands.

"Very well, but I'll hold you to that sister," Zophiel said, sternly. "Once Onoskelis is put back into her slumber, Ira is mine."

"You know I'm right here!" His yell was muffled by his grandmother's cupped hands.

"Hush you!" Lucifer hissed. "Very well, we have an agreement," she nodded to her sister.

"You hear that little Nephilim once this is over your mine," Zophiel said, poking at the back of her sister's hand.

"I'm not a sex machine, you know," Ira grumbled as he sat on the palm of his grandmother's hand.

"It should be getting close to night time on Earth, we must go, the Herald should have returned by now. Stay, enjoy the palace, watch the battle if you want," Lucifer said, holding Ira close to her heart as she sauntered away.

"You're just as bad as God is," Ira growled stumping up the stairs.

"Ira! You know I was only kidding," Lucifer said, calling up to him.

"You just can't pimp me out like that Luci! I do have fucking feelings you know! You know the only reason I agreed to God's terms was to keep my damn head on my shoulders. I didn't expect you, my own grandmother, the woman I've looked up to before I found out the truth, to pimp me out without a damn word to me," Ira said, throwing up his arms in frustration.

"But Ira we need Zophiel!" Lucifer said, racing up the stairs. Nearly stumbling over her feet as Ira leaned against the wall wearing a smile on his lips. "You bastard! You had me believing you were really upset!" she huffed as Ira burst out into laughter.

"That will teach you, ask next time," Ira said, getting a quick kiss in, swatting her ass causing her cheeks to heat.

"Come, we must gather the Herald and his companions and prepare for our attack," Lucifer said, reaching out, her fingers interweaving with his as she stared into her grandson's eyes. "You too Anael," she said, turning her head as she saw her daughter peering around the door of Ira's room.

"Hello Daddy," Anael said, shyly. Taking Kelly's advice and trying not to come on too strong like the few times they've been together in the same room. Feeling her cheeks heating recounting how Kelly taught her to touch herself to get the quickest orgasm, and how to slowly tease herself if she wanted the long build up that lead to more explosive ones.

"Hello," Ira said, politely. Wondering why she wasn't throwing herself at him, not that he was complaining.

"Don't be too hard on her Ira, she is after all still learning what it's like to be an angel, demon, and an adult woman," Lucifer whispered into his ear.

Holding out his hand to Anael, Ira could see the luster of her eyes yet she said nothing as her hand grasped his hand. Watching how Anael pressed her forehead against his shoulder as his arm rested between her breasts.

"Forgive me Father, I'll try to be better for you," Anael whispered as she basked in her father's presence.

"It's okay, you were like born only ten days ago, so a huge learning curve is in order for you," Ira said, bringing Anael and his grandmother in for a hug. Not knowing if this would be the last chance he would have to do such a thing given whom they were about to go face.

"Thank you, Daddy," Anael sighed happily as she rested her head against Ira's chest. Wondering if she could be like Kelly and give her father her innocence like Kelly did so long ago.

"I'll gather the others, you two have a chat," Lucifer said, departing for the basement. Mor had informed her where their hideout was before she and her daughters returned to Hell. So, she knew breaking into that place was going to be a major hurdle to them. Hopefully, the Herald would know how to break through the angel and demon wards that protected the place from either side.

Knocking on the basement door so she wouldn't startle the Herald and his companions. She did hope he had finally returned from wherever he was taken to. She knew without his magic then this all was for naught. Yet as she stood at the base of the steps she was only met with the five women that had come to Samuel's aid.

"Where is he?!" Lucifer asked, heatedly.

"We aren't sure," Nimue said, speaking up. She was not about to be looked down on by the Devil she was priestess of Seipowe she was not going to allow anyone to look down on her, angel or not.

"What do you mean?!"

"None of our scrying can locate him on Earth or in the Earth," Charlotte said, locking hands with Kelly and Aurore pooling their magic together should the need arise.

"I see," Lucifer muttered under her breath. "Well, come, we know where their hideout is. It's time we put an end to this."

In the most northern part of the city of Portland sat a brick building, rising five stories into the air. Built during the 20s, it had seen better days, yet its dark history, along with the city's, were storied within the wooden timbers of that place. Those that serve the Cult of Onoskelis found it a fitting place to run their operation from while they were within the city. Once a thousand strong called that place home, now only a few hundred remained of that west coast branch. While they may fall their work will go on even if their bodies were ground to dust. Nevertheless, they knew not that their quest to release Onoskelis, having been told she was just a simple demon and could grant them untold power and not the all-consuming deity that she was, was doomed from the start.

Out on that littered, wind sweep, weed filled, crumbling parking lot in front of that building stood the very people, angels, Nagdaium's, and demons that stood in their way. Lucifer's white robe rustled in the wind as her golden eyes studied the wards that prevented her, Ira, and Anael from slipping inside and rendering those within and the building itself to ash. Then there were the demon wards that kept Mor and her children from having their fun.

"Seems they were expecting us," Lucifer said, grimly.

"Seems so, even our magic can't penetrate the barrier they set up," Charlotte said, her brown eyes gazed at the building silently pleading for Samuel to show up.

"Do you think you can break through?" Lucifer asked, looking over at Ira.

"I can try, you all might want to step back... like on the other side of the road," Ira said, with grim determination. He wanted to finish this tonight, so that he and everyone else could go back to their normal lives, or as normal as they were before all this. He just wanted a return to the way things were before he had so much blood on his hands. His clothes shredded as his body grew and grew until he reached his twelve-foot tall height. His reverse C-shaped horns gleamed in the light of his halo and the few street lamps that managed to illuminate the old parking lot. His white hair floated in the wind as the wards burned brightly in his gold-ruby eyes. Lightning sparked and crawled along the feathers of his four wings. Calling forth his sword, its blue flames flickering along the edges of the blade of his sword. His tail swayed behind him as he prepared himself to call forth the souls that heeded his command.

"Daddy is so cool," Anael sighed dreamily as she danced in place. Aswang and Ardat Lili nodded in agreement as they gazed upon their father's true Nagdaium' form.

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!" Ira's voice thundered in a commanding tone as his wings began to fully extend. "It's now or never Ira. You can do this. No more being afraid, too many count on you not to screw this up!" he berated himself in his mind. "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 all five souls from the pocket dimension he placed them in. A red light and a blue one appeared in the space of his wings. A white light appeared over his head, a purple and orange over the crest of his upper set of wings. His muscles bulged; his sinews strained to control the rush of strength that flooded his body.

However, unlike before when he tried this in his humanoid form it nearly blew his body to bits with the amount of power that surged through his body. Now though, it seemed to him his giant form had the wherewithal to withstand it all. Closing his eyes, feeling the tip of his sword sinking into that crumbling pavement as he poured his strength into his sword. In doing so Ira felt something within his mind opening to new heights. Heights that were within reach if only he pushed himself a little harder. He could almost feel another set of wings that weren't even there!

"Kelly?" Ira called to her as he peered over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Kelly answered staring up at his towering height. She was not expecting him to go all Antman on her.

"Protect my family if something happens to me," Ira said, hoping that wouldn't come to pass.

"Leave it to me," Kelly nodded.

"Thank you," Ira said, before pushing off the ground. The mighty beats of his wings propelling him forward, the point of his sword leading the way. He didn't know how long he could maintain this. It was taking every ounce of concentration he had to keep a hold on the power that the five souls gave him. Ira was almost impaled by the hilt of his own weapon as his blade struck the barrier they had formed to keep them out. Planting his feet on the ground, grunting as he tried to use brute force to pierce the wards that held them at bay. The pavement buckled and furrowed as his muscles bulged and strained and yet the barrier still held against his might.

"Luci!" Ira said worryingly, as all light simply vanished leaving them in complete and total darkness.

"This isn't me or any of my sisters doing Ira! Watch yourself, there's no telling what is lurking within this... darkness," Lucifer called out to her grandson when even her angelic eyes couldn't peer through it. "What the..." Tilting her head up as Marilyn Manson's 'In the Shadow of the Valley of Death' played from where she didn't know, it seemed to her to be coming all around them.

"Veni, veni. Surgere et cadere." A voice chanted within the darkness as small balls of blue light began to form in the air the only illumination within the blackness that had engulfed them. "Vide nexus et vincula discernit!"

"Sammy!" Kelly, Charlotte, and Aurore called out in unison.​