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"Mor take your daughters and the others and hunt down these fallen. I'll have Zophiel..." Samuel arched an eyebrow at the shocked and fearful looks on the three angels faces, "join in on the hunt once I return to Hell."

"Umm... Ira, who's this Zophiel?" Samuel whispered.

"A fallen seraphim, she's the angel of fate or so she says. Only met her once," Ira answered.

"Yes my lady," Mor bowed. "Mor will see you again Samuel, and you my Prince can always call on me anytime," she said, gazing lustfully at Ira. "Come daughters, we have angels to hunt."

"Mor!"

"Yes my lady?" Mor asked, turning back to Lucifer.

"Take Asmodan with you, kicking and screaming if you have to," Lucifer commanded.

"Yes mistress," Mor replied with a cruel smile on her lips.

"I'll see you at home Ira, I must see to my army. Herald?"

"Yeah," Samuel said, seeing that golden eye of hers peering back at him over his shoulder.

"Three days. In three days we will end this, so find that spell quickly. Don't die, die later, if you must," Lucifer said, before disappearing back to the depths of Hell along with Anael.

"Well, isn't that just comforting," Samuel muttered.

"Don't take it to heart, that's how she shows affection," Ira said, as Samuel looked at him oddly. "What? Don't give me that look," rolling his eyes, "you try being raised by the Devil and not come out strange," he uttered with a joking smirk.

"I'll escort you home Ira," Gabriella cooed looping her arm around his. Smirking at her sisters as she disappeared with Ira.

"Come Herald, the faster we get you there, the faster we can end this," Michelle said, taking charge as Raphaela went to retrieve their vehicle they arrived in. "Return to the garden and wait for us there," she commanded seeing her daughter and niece nodding before taking flight. "Now stand close together," Michelle directed as her wings unfurled.

Ira huffed as he landed nude on his bed. Peering down his chest as those golden eyes of hers stared at him with ravenous hunger as she crawled naked along his bed, her long, black hair dragging along the sheets. Her 30A breasts shone in the light of the lamp beside his bed.

"Ira?" Her hands skimmed along his thighs as she walked on her knees between his legs.

"Yeah?" Ira answered wondering if he had any strength left to get it up again given the look in Gabriella's eyes.

"First Raphaela, then Michelle, now Metatron. I do hope you were going to include me in this baby making process," Gabriella purred as her fingers ran up the back of his cock. A rumbling growl emanating from her chest as his cock grew to fifteen inches. Her mouth watered knowing how good that cock of his felt deep within her just like how her father used to feel when he would visit her. Now that she could feel that bliss, that serenity once again as she watch the crown of his rod swell as her breath flowed over it. "Ira, I've missed this," Gabriella said, lovingly caressing that blood engorged dagger of his. "Don't ever keep this away from me," she said, rubbing her left cheek along the length of it.

"The thought never crossed my mind," Ira stated truthfully.

"Good," Gabriella purred before her lips wrapped around his cock before she inched down his entire length. Loving how his rod stretched out her throat just like her father always did before he stopped visiting her and her sisters. Her lithe body scurried along Ira's body, smiling sensuously down at him as her eager mound hovered over his lips. "This equally has missed you..." Tossing her head back as Ira didn't waste a moment before his lips captured her mound, "mmmhmm, that's it Ira, taste your aunt's pussy," Gabriella moaned loudly as Ira's tongue curled within her canal. Her body quaked; her fingers took hold of the tufts of his hair as that tongue of his touched every part of her sex. Her angelic light flared from her eyes and mouth as she came on her nephew's tongue.

"Yes, you do look good covered in my angel juice," Gabriella giggled as Ira's chin glistened in the light.

"What can I say," his forked tongue ran along his lips and chin cleaning it of her peach juice, "you are sweet," Ira said, with a coy smirk. Noticing how Gabriella grew red faced and shimmied down his body. His fingers curled around his comforter as she ran the crown of his rod through her labia. Her wails filled his room as she sank down his length, her clit brushed along his pubic hair as she held his full length within her. Feeling the connection closing that only happened when he had sex with his angelic aunts.

Watching her golden eyes as her hips rapidly rose and lowered on his stiff rod. Feeling her slickness coating his pole as she rode him hard. Then again, it has been a while since the two of them had been together. There was no telling how long Gabriella had been lusting to feel him back in her. Watching how her little breasts moved as she glided along his cock. What he had said was true, they did fit her body type extremely well. Even if they were far, far, far smaller than any other angel's he had met. That didn't matter, what mattered was how good they felt in his hands whenever they were together.

"Mmm, you really do like them," Gabriella said, through her panting breath as Ira pinched her nipples. Feeling her true orgasm approaching and the only true way for angels to conceive a child with others of their kind. It just never crossed their minds before, at least not until God ordered them to lay with Ira.

"Of course, I do," Ira answered. "Who wouldn't?"

"Then cum with me Ira," Gabriella said bashfully, as her black curtain of hair shielded her face from view. Other than her father Ira was the only one who ever said a kind word about her small bust. Her silver ethereal essence exploded within his room as his hot seed shot into the air and disappeared into her ghostly essence.

Gabriella rested against him as her fingertips lightly traced along his chest as she rested against him. She could already feel it. Feel their child growing inside of her. With angels their conception immediately took effect the moment the seed of man was implanted in their essence. While she wanted to be there with Ira during the battle, she suspected when it went down she would be indisposed. Gabriella had no wish to endanger their child. She had faith in her father and Ira along with her sisters' that they would return Onoskelis back to her slumber.

"Gabby?"

"Yes Ira," Gabriella sighed in contentment.

"How long does it normally take an angel to become pregnant?" Ira asked, his interest pegged.

"I already am Ira." Gabriella answered.

"What?!"

"Angels aren't like mortals Ira," resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him, "once we take your seed into our essence new life has already taken hold," Gabriella cooed, her index finger circled around his left areola.

"So... just now... you're...?!"

"Mmmhmm," Gabriella hummed. Reaching over taking hold of his left hand, and gently placing it on her stomach. "In a few days, our child will be born."

"Wait... what?!" Ira stammered trying to wrap his mind it all. "How can that be possible?!"

"Just like Michelle and Raphaela, and now Metatron, I too will bathe in the light of Heaven to increase the growth rate of our child," Gabriella said, in a loving light. Her thumb brushed along the back of his hand so very pleased that Ira had yet to remove his hand from her stomach. Hoping that he would love their child. "However, seeing how no angel has ever laid with a... Nagdaium'. I like the name; it seems fitting for a new form of angel. It's why the others' children were born so quickly since they are more angel than human or demon. With humans, males or females given the few male angels (namely the watchers), in Heaven, Nephilim tend to gestate for a month before the offspring is born. So like you with your half angelic side, our child will be three fourths angel. I can't wait to see how beautiful our daughter will be," Gabriella squealed in delight as she hugged Ira tightly to her.

All the while Ira's eyes were darting to and fro as his mind raced. Wondering if he was half angel, then what did that make his mother? He knew his father, who had miraculously disappeared from the face of the Earth, was pure human. Then what was his mother? She had to be more than just half. Then there was his grandfather, who too had disappeared, like he never even existed. He so needed to speak with his grandmother, and quickly. He had a suspicion that his mother was more than just a Nephilim. Now he knew why his grandmother didn't want God or the other angels to find out about his mother. Who knows just how powerful his mother could actually be?

"Now you need to prepare for the hunt, and I must prepare for our child's birth," Gabriella said, lightly kissing Ira's lips as she leaned over him. Her pearl white wings sat folded against her back as her fingers lightly traced down his left cheek. Her golden eyes gazed at the man that had set in motion things that were about to change the course of the cosmos. She wasn't contemplating the fight with Onoskelis. No. She was thinking of the Heavenly order, Hell, and where Ira and his children would fit into all of that. "Don't worry Ira, when she is born, you'll be the first to see our child," Gabriella cooed sweetly, winking at him before she faded from reality.

"Luci!" Ira yelled out as he stomped through his home, finding it very silent compared to the last few days. "Grandma!" He growled as she failed to answer him as his shirt slid down his chest. Grumbling as the house was empty knowing where he was going to have to go. While he knew how to get to Hell from the club, or the one time he allowed his emotions to shatter reality around him to take him there. Ira didn't actually know how to do it on his own. Walking back to his room, knowing Mor was out hunting down rouge angels... stopping in his tracks as he felt something in his home.

"Maybe I can be of service," Zophiel cooed from behind him standing an inch taller than Metatron. Her golden eyes shimmered in the shadows of the hallway of the second floor of his home. Her platinum hair was held behind her ears, trailing down her purple wings as her feathers rustled as Ira turned to face her. Her amethyst and white robe, if you can all two pieces of cloth that, barely covered her 32H 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.

Ornate gold shoulder armor sat tightly to her body; matching gold winged bracelets adorned her wrists mirroring her tiara. "If you only care to take my hand," Zophiel stated as she held out her hand to him. A sensuous smile formed on her lips as her angelic essence brushed against his. Pulling Ira abruptly into her, sucking on her lower lip as her breasts pancaked out as they pressed against his chest. Lowering his hand, weaving his hand through her robe and placing his hand over her angelic mound. "Soon Ira I will have you," Zophiel purred as her six wings wrapped around his body.

"Lucifer is there," Zophiel said, pointing out to the distance once they appeared in the depths of Hell. The sounds of hordes of demons thundered in the air, Ira's ears perked as he heard his grandmother's voice rallying her army. Zophiel shuttered as Ira sank a finger into her hot honey pot. Her fingers curled around his shirt after eons of slumber. "D-do you like the feel of my pussy. I was the very first angel he created," she said, her golden eyes quivered as Ira's human disguise burnt away. Squeezing her folds, releasing a soft whimper as he added another. "Please... don't stop," Zophiel begged as his thumb gently rubbed along her clitoris.

"Oh? Are you enjoying it?" Ira asked, with a coy smirk.

"Mmmhmm," Zophiel hummed. Inching her lips closer to his, "Kiss me Ira," she whispered hungrily. Her fingers moved up along Ira's neck, weaving through strands of his white hair. Her angelic lips molded against his, her tongue teased his as it rolled within the warmth of Ira's mouth. She had forgotten what a kiss was like. Breathing heavily as her lips pulled away, feeling her angelic light bubbling up, something that she hadn't felt since her fall. Tossing her head back, the light of Heaven shot forth from her eyes and mouth as she came upon Ira's fingers. "So..." Her chest heaved as her hands gripped Ira's shoulder, "was my pussy better than Metatron's?" Zophiel asked, with an impish smile.

"I won't know until I'm deep inside of it," Ira retorted sinfully.

"Soon, very soon, all this will be over and you my young prince will get your wish," Zophiel cooed libidinously as her six wings unfurled. Ira rose his arm to shield his eyes as Zophiel took to the air. "I wonder how you will be able to handle the first angel of all of creation," she spoke as she gazed down at him. "Would you taste this?" Zophiel asked, as she flashed Ira her cunt.

"In a heartbeat," Ira answered. His fork tongue ran along his lips seeing Zophiel's dew glistening in the hellish light of Hell. Feeling the incubus in him eager to taste that angelic juice.

"I can't wait," Zophiel said, wantonly.

Ira watched as Zophiel flew away; to where he couldn't say. Where in Hell does a Seraphim go to just relax? Ira couldn't say. His tail thumbed on the ground as the brimstone air coated his skin, his gold-ruby eyes stared down at his hand as he used his angel sight to see all three energies as they twisted around one another. Ira knew if he was going to get stronger he needed to find a way to blend all three together. That was the only way he knew he could protect himself should Heaven move against him. Unfurling his two sets of wings, he needed to know, he needed to protect his family. Taking to the air, the strong, powerful flaps of his wings sent him higher into that sulfur laced air. Cora's and Bridget's faces flashed before his eyes. This whole ordeal had shown him, if his encounters with Metatron, Zophiel, and God has taught him anything was, that he was sorely lacking in that department.

"Luci!" Ira's voice thundered along the sky as his wings slowly beat to keep him hovering before his grandmother.

"What is it Ira? I'm kind of busy at the moment," Lucifer said, gesturing to the gathered demons. Arching an eyebrow as Ira grew to his true Nagdaium' form. Growing to her true angelic height as Ira pointed his sword at her. No one, not even her grandson, did such a thing, not in her domain! "You better have a damn good reason for pointing your weapon at ME!" Lucifer's voice shook the very foundations of Hell as that horrific realm poured its power into her body. Her own sword materialized in her right hand; her grip tightened on its hilt as she watched as those bits of light formed around him. Knowing Ira was pulling strength from the souls in his command. Sparks flew as she managed to block his blow. Grunting as his wings flapped pushing her backwards before she could set her feet. "What's the meaning of this Ira?!" Lucifer growled; she was not about to appear weak in her own realm. Her forty foot wings pushed off with enough force to send her and push Ira back as she took to the air.

Heavenly steel rang out as their blades struck one another. "I want the truth for once!" Ira hissed as his arm trembled, peering over the blade of his sword.

"What are you going on about?" Lucifer asked, confused.

"Mom? What is she?" Blocking the slash of his grandmother's blade with the flat of his own. "What was grandfather, and where is my father?!"

"Oh, is that all," a sadistic smirk formed on her lips at the sound of Ira's huff as her foot landed squarely on his gut, "didn't Raphaela tell you that you use your entire body in a fight not just your sword! Poor form for one who is the Prince of Hell." Taking a dry swallow as Ira recovered quickly, far more quickly than she would have thought. A chill ran up her spine, yet that wasn't the only thing she felt as her mound throbbed as Ira rose his sword over his head.

"Stop!" Anael shouted as she darted in-between them. Her twelve foot tall form blocked the two of them, the only things that showed her demonic nature inherited from her father, were her tail and horns. Her angelic light shimmered along her wings as her halo burned brightly. Her golden-ruby eyes glanced at her parents, her arms outstretched, palms facing both Ira and Lucifer. "You shouldn't be fighting! Please Daddy, put your sword away," Anael said, in the sweetest pleading voice.

"Well Ira, are you going to listen to our daughter or shall we continue this until I teach you a lesson in respecting my throne?" Lucifer asked, the power of Hell glowed red in her pupils as she gazed at her grandson.

"As soon as you spit out what I want to know," Ira stated sternly, as he peered down the length of his sword.

"Very well, come Ira," Lucifer sighed dispelling her sword. "Anael do keep an eye on the legions. You know how they are -- if left unsupervised there won't be any left."

"Fear not my Lady, Mor and Ardat Lili shall keep this rabble in line," Mor said, the ground shook as she and her daughter approached in their titanic forms. Their bodies grew in size as the distance shortened between them. "We came to report on our hunt, while our other children continue the search," her blood red eyes stared at Ira who looked shocked at hers and his daughter's true demonic forms, "Mor is very pleased Mor can finally show Mor's mate her true form," Mor spoke revealing her shark-like teeth as she smiled.

"Hello father," Ardat Lili spoke, her voice had an angelic tone to it as compared to her mother's gravelly one. "Maybe the next time we meet I can please you with more than just my mouth," she said, smirking as her mountainous orbs bounced against her chest. The angelic light detailing her breasts drawing her father's eyes to her car door size areolas. Her black eyes watched as Lucifer disappeared from view. Only to shield her eyes as a bright flash of light flared and her father was gone.

The slap that stuck across Ira's left cheek echoed in the chamber that none ever entered except the Lord of Hell. A chamber that housed one of the most precious things that entity truly coveted. Her children -- minus her daughter's two timing husband. Lucifer only put his worthless ass in this hallowed hall for one purpose so that no one could ever find him, not even Ira.

"Don't you ever! And I mean ever do that again! Do you hear me?!" Lucifer shouted as she poked Ira in the chest. "Just because you are my grandson does not mean you can come down here and challenge me in front of all of Hell. Even here there are rules!"

"Sorry Luci, but I had to know..." Shyly looking away, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What could be so important that you risk a civil war in Hell at this trying time?" Lucifer inquired crossing her arms below her 32FF breasts.

"If I will be strong enough."

"Strong enough for what? To take my throne?"

"What?! No! Nothing like that," Ira said, defensively.

"Then what Ira?" Lucifer asked, growing more irate the longer he stalled.

"To protect you, Mom, Bridgett, and everyone else I care about," Ira stated growing red in the face.

"Oh Ira," Lucifer sighed, her right hand caressed Ira's left cheek. So very pleased that he would go to such lengths to protect her even if she truly didn't need it. She was, after all, the ruler of Hell. "I'm very happy you care this much about me and your family," she said, her golden eyes stared into his. "I know you can do it. You are my grandson after all. If anyone can do it, it is you," Lucifer uttered leaning forward, her immortal lips pressed against Ira's. Feeling the love he had for her, remembering all the times he would come running to her home she maintained on Earth to keep up appearances. The way he would act around her even though she was the Devil, as man had labeled her, even if Ira didn't know that at the time. Sucking on her lower lip as she pulled away. Loving the taste of him upon them.

"Look around you Ira, and tell me what you see?" Lucifer directed, noting how Ira finally took note of his surroundings. Watching how his eyes moved along the crypts of her long dead children cut down by the blades of her sisters.

"Are we in a graveyard or some..." Ira's voice died away as his eyes fell upon the body of his grandfather, yet unlike the man he had grown up with. There suspended behind a glass oval shaped bubble filled with a liquid that he couldn't even name. Yet that wasn't what caught his attention, no, it was the gaping hole in his grandfather's chest where his heart would have been. His eyes flicked over to the right as he saw his father in the same kind of suspended animation. However, he couldn't discern any injury to his father's body.

"Yes. This is the resting place for all my children whom Heaven has killed," Lucifer said, pressing her chest against Ira's back. Her fingers lightly trailed along his shoulders, down his arms before her own wrapped Ira's body. "It was the same for your grandfather. One of my sisters, on orders from my father, came down a year after Cora was born and slew my darling son. He was so arrogant that he thought he could hide from God. That he could make this world his own, even after I told him numerous times that Heaven would come after him if he tried. Yet he wasn't like you Ira. Yes, he was powerful in his own right, yet he never truly awakened. Thinking what power he had would be enough to deal with my sisters and God. I was too late to save him as Abraxos took his heart, it's the only way to kill a Nephilim; because in here," her hand rested over Ira's own, "is where our, and your, essence reside. I don't know what will happen if the same is done to you. Will you die like the others, or will your demon taint keep you alive, I just don't know Ira," Lucifer sighed as she pressed her forehead against the back of his.

"So I took Cora and hid her from God's ever watchful eyes. Then I took another lover, and your uncle was born. Hoping that he would keep their attention away from Cora. So he isn't as strong as Cora is, given how your mother is three fourths angel. Even Missy is stronger than Joseph is since he'd rather chase rich women than work on his abilities."

"I thought as much," Ira mumbled, it was the only thing that made sense to him. "So who was it that I called grandpa all this time if my real one has been dead all this time?"

"A construct. A shadow of Nicolas, enough to fool mortal, but not my sisters', eyes," Lucifer stated her hands ran lightly along Ira's chest. "Cora needed to be watched whenever I wasn't around, and it was a perfect way to keep Cora safe. Then she met your father," her finger pointing at Dominic, "I knew he would never be faithful to my daughter, yet she is a quarter human, after all, and she has that pesky free will. So I couldn't whisper to her to leave him. However, if I had, you would've never been born. You, Ira, are one of the good things that I'm glad I was wrong about. Then Cora learned of his infidelity and I took it upon myself to remove him from existence. No one, does that to my child, ever! You have my word I did not harm him, even now he believes he's living out his days still married to Cora and a father to you and Bridgett. So now you know the truth about your mother, does that satisfy you Ira?"

"For now, once this is done, you and I are going to have a very long chat about how you go about things," Ira said, resting his right hand over Lucifer's.

"Very well Ira, but only because you've asked so nicely."

Meanwhile back in New Orleans....

"Now that I have delivered you here, I shall take my leave," Michelle stated as she stood before Samuel and his family along with the car that they had arrived in. Her golden eyes fell upon the twenty foot golem that protected the manor which they stood in front of.

"Yes, we need to return to Heaven and see what orders our father has for us in hunting down our fallen sisters," Raphaela stated as she walked towards her sister.

"So I suggest that you, Herald, don't dally in finding that spell," Michelle said, in a stern commanding voice.

"Right." Samuel drew out the word. No matter if they were allies at the moment that didn't mean once it was all over they wouldn't turn their sights onto him and his family. Before that happens he planned on being prepared for such an encounter. "I appreciate the lift and all, but I think it would be best that neither one of us sees each other again," he stated his glowing cobalt eyes stared down the two angels.

"Agreed. Be thankful that we are allies for now," Michelle spoke ominously, before she and Raphaela faded from existence.

"Sammy," Charlotte whispered placing her hand on Samuel's right shoulder as he sighed. "Was that wise to..."

"Probably not," Samuel agreed, "but we are heretics to them, and we all know what they do to heretics," he said, turning around as they all nodded. "First things first, Nimue, Pandora, I think your father might want to know what's going on here and about the cult that might be within his city. If they are... well, I'll let you decided on what to do with them," Samuel uttered with a sinful smirk.

"I understand Samuel," Nimue nodded, feeling the approaching dawn on her skin. "Come sister, we have much to do," she ordered taking on the pose of a priestess of Seipowe. "We'll talk later," Nimue whispered lovingly, placing a kiss upon his lips.

"If you leave the city you best tell me so I can give you a proper goodbye," Pandora cooed lustfully, her tongue rolled within Samuel's mouth as she pressed his body tightly against her own.

"I will," Samuel replied seeing Pandora's cheeks blush hard as he squeezed her ass. Waving goodbye to them as they drove past him, looking down as he felt his sister slipping her hand into his.

"I believe you owe someone a very long hug," Kelly said, smiling sweetly at her brother.

"I wonder how a toddler worries about her son," Samuel uttered returning his sister's smile.

"Yes," draping her body along Samuel's left, loving how it felt so perfect, "Wendy was in a fit when we left her here in my parents care," Charlotte said, her fingertips lightly ran along Samuel's jaw.

"Let's go home Samuel," Aurore said, holding out her hand to him. A bashful look appeared in her eyes as she felt his hand sliding into hers. Giving it a gentle squeeze telling him she would always be around should he ever need someone to stand at his side.

The sounds of the waking members of the house could be heard as Samuel and company walked through the door. Magdalene's, Ines's, and Joan's voices could be heard as they went about wrangling their children for their morning meal before they had to rush off to school.

"Samuel!" Edna gasped in shock as she (while she still remembered her life as Rick before Hekatê turned her into a woman for her crimes, she, at least she thought, was a better person as a woman than she ever was as a man), walked down the stairs. "You're back!" she exclaimed as she rushed down the stairs once her eyes fell on him and her sister. While she wasn't starving like she had been before Samuel brought the rest of Marie's household into the fold. That didn't mean she didn't want to have a taste of what Samuel could do. The one time she sucked him off and swallowed his seed told her that he was nothing like the rest of them. Throwing her arms around his neck, her 32D breasts pancaked out as they pressed against his chest. Her tongue darted into his mouth tasting the warmth of her nephew's mouth. "I'm so happy that you and the rest of you are all safe."

"Edna..." Joan began to say only to have her eyes widen as sight of her family's safe return filled her eyes. "Oscar go and wake your grandparents, now!" she commanded sending her oldest off to inform them as her knees felt weak as Samuel stared up at her.

"I'm going to take a shower and head to bed," placing a kiss on Samuel's cheek, "maybe later you'll visit my room," Aurore cooed, winking at him before heading off to her room.

"Unlike you li'l brother, we and your babies need rest," Kelly said, with a mischievous smirk, "I'm sure you can bring the others up to speed without us," she remarked as she and Charlotte ambled off to the doorway that connected their two houses.

"You best come join us after you do." Charlotte's voice drifted on the air as she and Kelly disappeared down the hall.

"Samuel, I know I've been a bad person as Rick, yet as Edna my life started anew. Would you please let me ride this?" Edna asked, with pleading eyes as her hand ran along her nephew's manhood. "I know what Rick did to Kelly was wrong, so very wrong, but I'm not Rick anymore. I am Edna. Joan has even let me return to our bed because of how much I have changed," she stated as her greenish-brown eyes stared into Samuel's.

"It's true," Joan cooed as her fingers ran along the railing of the banister as she sauntered down the stairs. "Edna certainly isn't like Rick. I know what you're thinking, but Edna has really distanced herself from her life as Rick," she stated as her 36C breasts bounced against her chest. Her light brown hair brushed along the back of her robe, her brown eyes lustered in want remembering how she moaned, writhed, and begged as Samuel fucked her on her bed, the very first time she felt his cock deep within her womanhood when the spell Wendy had placed on her body, so she could experience her son, given her size, wore off.

"Where's my Sammy!" Wendy's voice could be heard from the second floor as Martha carried her in her arms.

"Wendy, I'm not young any more, you need to calm down. It's far too early for me to hold you when your all fidgety," Martha said, grudgingly as she suppressed a yawn.

"Sammy!! Sammy! Sammy!" Wendy squealed as she bounced in her mother's arms at the sight of her son.

"There, go see him," Martha said, setting Wendy down once they reached the ground floor.

"Sammy!" Wendy cried out as her little legs carried her across the floor. "I was so worried!" she said, burying her face in her son's neck as his arms wrapped around her. "You shouldn't make your mother worry so much." Wendy sniffled, her small fingers grasped tufts of his hair, she knew the moment he was born her son was meant to do great things; yet she also knew such things would always put Samuel in great danger.

"Not like I asked to be whisked away," Samuel said, rubbing his mother's back as he rose.

"Still that doesn't mean I want you facing down every ill that comes your way," Wendy whispered as she rested her forehead against his. Staring lovingly into her son's magic infused eyes.

"Can't help it Mom, not like I asked to be the Herald," Samuel said, his nose wiggled as he caught scents of her soiled diaper. "Someone needs to be changed." Softly chuckling at how rosy his mother's cheeks were getting.

"I'll get her diaper bag," Edna cooed, her grip was light on Samuel's right bicep. Leaning forward, placing a kiss on Samuel's cheek before swaying her ass, the hem of her shirt rose up displaying the lower half of her ass. The bright blue thong she was wearing, something she didn't think she would be able to get used to wearing, over time she did, peeked out as she climbed the stairs.

"My, I was wondering why my house was so lively so early in the morning," Marie cooed as her red silk robe hugged her womanly shape. She so hoped that Samuel hadn't forgotten what her 36DDD breasts felt like when they were in his hands, or when they were brushing along his chest as she rode his cock. "It's good to see you've returned; I take it the events that led you to that place have been resolved? Your coven has greatly missed your presence," she said, referring to Ines and Magdalene.

"Not entirely," Samuel admitted feeling his mother growing still in his arms.

"What do you mean Samuel?" Marie asked confused, as she gracefully walked down the stairs.

"I think it would be best if all of us are here before I go into that."

"Okay Samuel, we're all here, why don't you begin from the beginning," Marie said, as Lola sat beside her given she too was a high priestess for their respective families just like Samuel's mother was for his. Her flaming red hair was held up as her emerald green eyes glanced to her right as Christine ran over to Samuel's side. She watched how Christine peering up at him, her blue-green eyes held something in them that only the two of them shared. Her mind recounted what had happened the day when Samuel had healed Christine of the cancer she was suffering from. The words Hekatê had spoken to Samuel rang in her mind as her eyes ran down Christine's now snow white hair.

"How are you?" Samuel asked, as he peered down at Christine.

"Never been better, the doctor says he can't find any of it in my body," Christine answered as she laid her hand on Samuel's left forearm. Rising on her toes, her thumb brushed along his arm, placing a warm kiss on Samuel's left cheek. "Thank you, for giving me this gift. She says return to the library," she stated with a knowing smile before scurrying back towards her parents' side.
"You should know that Aurore stood her ground, never faltering during the battle we fought, no matter how nervous she was," Samuel spoke, referencing the battle at the mall as he looked at Ines seeing pride for her daughter in her blue eyes.

"So when you called you said something about winged beings," Joan stated her brown eyes ran down Samuel's body. Noting the strangeness that surrounded his body. True, ever since he first arrived in New Orleans that strangeness has followed him every step he took, yet now; now that strangeness was amplified. Then her eyes fell on the strange ring that decorated his finger on his left hand. Something he didn't have the last time they saw one another.

"Angels, actually," Samuel corrected. Holding up his hand as gasps, and the clamor of their rising voices filled the room they all had gathered in. "Yes, God is real, so is Lucifer, I should know, I have stood less than two feet away from her. Yes the Devil is a woman as hard as that is to believe. Yet they aren't who we follow. They are from another mythos, what they do is no concern of ours... yet. For now we have a common enemy. An enemy that is older than time itself, older than the primal forces that spawned the Titans. An enemy that, if awoken, will destroy everything as we know it. This is why I have agreed to help them. Onoskelis is the maker, or that's what Nyx and Gaia has told me..."

"You met with Gaia and Nyx?!" Lola gasped in astonishment as Samuel nodded.

"Apparently, I'm a step up from Hekatê's Herald of the time when they first imprisoned Onoskelis. So after a lot of pain," his thumb brushed along the ring of his right hand, "they taught me the spell to bind her once again. Not the spell to open the doorway that leads to her cage," Samuel said, after going into everything that had happened before his trip to Tartarus.

"I see, then what can your coven do to aid you Samuel?" Lola asked, her caramel skin glistened in the lights of the room. Her raven hair was draped down the left side of her chest as her brown eyes gazed longingly at him. Remembering the encounter they shared before he and his family returned back to Salem. Crossing her legs, knowing how the jeans she wore clung to her thighs detailing their alluring curves to those cobalt eyes of his.

"For now, gather every magical item you have; I have a feeling we're going need them. I doubt once I open the doorway I'm going to have the power needed to rebind Onoskelis. So I will need you all to funnel your magics into me, but not to the point of anyone of you injuring yourselves," Samuel stated as he looked around the room. "Now I need rest, and you need time to prepare for what's to come. In less than three days we either live or die," he said, rising from his seat.

"If we are to be at our strongest Sammy," Wendy said, holding out her arms to him as he neared. "Then you're going to have to make your rounds to all the women here," she uttered seeing the very vehement nods of the gathered females in the room.

"Don't you go pimping me out when I just got home," Samuel teased as his fingers tickled her stomach.

"But don't you see their looks," Wendy replied with a coy smile. "They've missed you," she whispered into his ear.

"Magdalene?" Samuel's voice trailed over his shoulder as he walked towards the door.

"Yes Samuel?" Magdalene answered sitting straighter in her seat. Her nipples pressed hard against her shirt, ignoring the look her husband was casting her. Eric had no trouble chasing after the new women and those of her house once they were remade into sex witches, so she saw no reason to hide her lust at the thought of having Samuel back inside of her once again.

"You'll be the first I visit when I wake up," Samuel said, peering over his left shoulder, a smirk graced his lips as his glowing eye noticed the puffy cheeks of Marie and Lola who stared furiously at his back.

"I'll be ready for you," Magdalene answered, there was no hiding the lust in her voice. Shooting Ines a smirk as she fumed beside Michael. Just like her, their marriage was only for appearances; Michael's infidelity, from long before Samuel's arrival, had ended their marriage. Ines just kept up the ruse for their children's sake. Ines was very good about keeping their family's reputation from being marred by a scandal. Even that deep in the south some still look upon divorce with disdain.

"Okay, everyone," Marie clapped as she got to her feet, "let's get the kids fed and off to school," she directed taking on the role she has played for years as the head of her household. "Lola why don't we retire to my office and we'll discuss plans on how to help Samuel with this problem we face," Marie spoke as she looked over at her cousin.

"Wade, why don't you get our own little ones off to school?" Lola said, looking over to her brother. She knew Wade and Trista would do whatever Samuel needed for giving back their daughter's life to them.

"Sure sis," Wade nodded getting to his feet. "Alright kids, off to school." A smile spread along his lips at how his daughter skipped towards the door.

Samuel's fingers trailed up the railing as he climbed the stairs of his grandparents former home. He, Kelly, and Charlotte had moved in a short time after they had moved him out of his dorm room, when his grandparent's decided to move to warmer climes, at the college he once attended. That life felt so distant to the events that continually pulled him deeper into the realm of magic which he didn't know even existed until a few months ago. He had once thought he would never see his mother ever again. Yet as his eyes glanced down, her smiling face peering up at him as her little hand held onto his shirt.

"You okay with a little nap?" Samuel asked, sweetly.

"Mmmhmm," Wendy nodded, "you shouldn't leave your mother behind for so long," she said, plumping out her lower lip. "So if your whisked away again, you best include me, you hear me?!" Wendy said, in a motherly voice as her sandy blonde hair lightly tapped on her chest.

"Yes Mom," Samuel sighed. Chuckling as Wendy lightly smacked him on his chest.

"Now do that thing!" Wendy exclaimed eager to feel her son's magic once again. Giggling lightly as Samuel held her above him while he laid between Kelly and Charlotte. Who wiggled closer in their sleep, their bodies molding to his as their arms involuntary moved on their own coming to rest on his chest, their legs locking around his just like how they always slept before Samuel was summoned to Portland. Wendy felt his hand lightly rubbing her back as she rested on his chest. Sending a silent prayer to Hekatê for returning her son back to her unharmed as she pressed her right cheek against his chest. Hoping that soon her son wouldn't be faced with events that had Earth's destruction in its wake.​