Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

"What's the meaning of this Zophiel?!" Michelle growled knowing they were sorely at a disadvantage when it came to facing the angel of fate. Trying to keep from showing how her arms were trembling at the sight of the very first angel of all creation as she readied her weapon.

"To help of course," Zophiel said, with a coy smile. "I shall not allow you to use Ira as a pawn," she stated pointing the blade of her right chakram at her very younger sister.

"We would never?!" Raphaela hissed extending her arm, pointing her spear at the fallen angel. Breathing out slowly, setting her resolve sending a prayer to her father to keep her daughter safe.

"Foolish sisters," Zophiel said in a tsk-tsk voice wagging her finger at them as the force of her right three wings sent her sisters skidding backwards. "Now do you wish for my help or should I just kill you now?" she asked, with a cruel smirk.

"If you're here to help then..." Glancing at her sisters who nodded in support, "we gladly accept your offer to bring down Araton. But you stay away from our Ira," Michelle said, sternly.

"Who me?!" Zophiel cooed. "Afraid that once he has a taste of these," lifting her right 32O breast, "that he will no longer want those small things?" Zophiel asked, cruelly. Her laughter filled the air as she went to face her sister in the place she's been hiding herself in given the destruction of her other sisters'.

"Ira loves my breasts!" Gabriella shouted no longer self-conscious about her small breast size. "You're just mad he won't give you a child!" Jumping back a few feet, her daggers at the ready as Zophiel appeared instantly before them.

"What did you say?!" Zophiel asked, sure that she had heard her sister wrong.

"Maybe you've gone deaf being in Hell for so long sister," Michelle taunted seeing the burning light in her elder sister's golden eyes. "Because her words were very clear."

"That's not possible," Zophiel muttered.

"Yet it is, you should have already sensed his children, or are you saying you've weakened so much in your slumber," Raphaela said, getting her licks in.

"Father knows of this?!" Zophiel asked, through clenched teeth.

"It was his order after all, as we speak Metatron readies to give birth to Ira's fourth angelic offspring," Michelle said, knowing teasing Zophiel wasn't a good idea yet she couldn't stop herself.

"M-Metatron... father's voice carries his child?" Zophiel queried as her mind raced knowing if that was the truth then it wouldn't be impossible for her either.

"As do I," Gabrielle stated proudly staring down her elder sister. However, before they could tease her sister any longer Zophiel disappeared. It wasn't until the blinding flash of Zophiel's arrows of light as they forced Araton from her hiding spot that they realized that the battle had begun. Throwing up their arms as their weapons clashed against one another's. Their golden eyes watched every lunge, every swing of Araton's mace, tears filled their eyes as they moved so fast they almost missed it as Zophiel took Araton's head.

"Be at peace sister," all three said in unison as the wind took Araton's essence to the far corners of the planet. Zophiel didn't stick around either, nor was she a part of their order any longer, so where she went was of no matter to them. Not that they could withstand the might of a Seraphim.

"Come, let us report back to father, and end this once and for all," Michelle stated taking charge seeing her sisters nod in agreement.

"You be safe you hear me," Kelly whispered as she pressed her forehead against his.

"Yes, sis," Samuel teased in a loving light.

"You better come back to us. Your children are going to need their father," Marie said, from the steps of her porch as her family and Lola's stood at her back to aid Samuel when the time came. Smiling warmly at him letting him know what she failed to do when she had agreed to the price of returning her own family back into the fold as her hands rested on her stomach. Watching how his eyes went from her stomach to her face then back down. Nodding that it was true when his eyes found her face again.

"Yes, they will need you, so you," peering at Ira from over Samuel's right shoulder, "better bring my husband back safe and sound," Charlotte said, in a stern voice. "If you keep my Sammy safe I'll give you a reward," she uttered poking her tongue against her left cheek.

"Deal?!" Ira spoke far too quickly. Only to earn himself a chorus of chuckles from Samuel's family members. He was after all eighteen, and what eighteen-year-old boy passes up the chance to get sucked off by the hot twenty-two-year-old? Not Ira that was for sure. "You ready?" he asked once Samuel turned to face him.

"As ever I'll be," Samuel said, with a nod. "Watch the ball, you'll know when to help," he whispered low to his sister and aunt who nodded in understanding. Raising his hand, his glowing cobalt blue eyes ran over his family and extended family. Hoping that this wouldn't be the last time he ever saw them.

"Come my Herald, you have far more work to do, do you think I would allow you to die on this night," Hekatê spoke into his mind as Ira's right wing wrapped around his body, teleporting them to the site where he had cursed Labo to inhabit for all time.

Swamp gas hung in the air. The humming sound of insect wings filled their ears. The animal life quickly fled the area once they sensed the unnatural beings that had come into their domain. Bending down, his hand ran over the stone, a magically constructed stone that could only be found in one place, or so he thought at one time.

"This the place?" Ira asked, his four wings sat tucked against his back. His gold-ruby eyes pierced the darkness that enveloped them.

"You!" Ira nearly jumped out of his skin as the ghost of Labo shrieked, her ghostly fingers clawed at the air as she was frozen in the air in her lunge at Samuel. Who had the creepiest smile on his lips he had ever seen, and that was saying something.

"Samuel...?"

"Ira you remember when I told you about the voodoo cult I killed off?" Samuel spoke an evil light danced along his glowing eyes.

"Yeah."

"Meet Labo their leader," Samuel said, gesturing to the ghost. "I tied her soul to this place as her punishment in thinking she could kill me," he stated waving his hand silencing Labo's tongue.

"How many are here?" Ira asked, wondering if he could borrow them. If he could he knew he would be of far more help in dealing with whatever awaited for them

"Six, why?"

"Mind if I borrow their souls, just for tonight. If what you said is true, and I have no reason to doubt you, then they deserve this fate," Ira said, trying not to be weirded out by how that azure aura surrounded Samuel's body.

"Sure, be my guest," Samuel nodded, gesturing to Labo who looked horrified as Ira called her soul to him along with the rest. "As long as you return them."

"Of course," Ira replied, "give me a few to get them under control."

"Sure, I need time to prepare to open the door anyway," Samuel muttered before cleaning off the stone of the moss, dirt, and other bits of debris that had come to call the magical stone home over the years.

"You ready?" Ira inquired after an hour of gaining control over the souls that dwelled within that site.

"Yeah, do that angel thing and tell them I'm ready to open the doorway," Samuel answered peering over his shoulder seeing Ira closing his eyes and his human disguise burning away. Listening to the electricity arcing along each and every one of his feathers, shielding his eyes from the burning light of Ira's halo resting between his reverse C-shaped horns.

"They're coming," Ira said, in deathly undertones. "Means I need to get ready too." His four wings unfurled, with a mighty flap sending Ira skyward as his body grew in size. The five souls he had permanently enslaved to him appeared at his command. Thrusting his hand down to the site, calling on the souls that were imprisoned there to heed his command. Tilting his head back, sensing the cosmic flow just like he had on that rainbow bridge. Feeling the six borrowed souls boosting his strength to heights he never thought he could achieve yet knew he had too in order to survive. Remembering Samuel's words, he wasn't doing this to save the world. He was doing this to save his family, as his mother's, sister's, Lucifer's, Vikki's, Rita's, Sue's, and Alyda's faces appeared in his mind steeling his resolve to see this through.

"I, Suriel Zol, command you." His sword materialized in his hand. Spinning it, the point of his sword pointing to the Earth below him as the palm of his left hand rested on the pommel of his sword. "Heed my call, give me your power! I command you!" His voice thundered in the sky as Ira stepped ever closer into crossing that threshold. Slowly opening his eyes the once swirling colors of the gold of his angelic and the red taint of his demonic side now burned in a bright bonfire color as he had managed to blend his three energies together. It wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't visited Samuel on that day. Is sword hummed as his might poured into his heavenly blade.

The blue flames that flickered along the edges of his sword grew in intensity. However, closing his eyes once again, concentrating, he knew he couldn't keep this up if he didn't cross into the first tier. His wings fully extended his heavenly light sparkled along each feather, his angelic light shot forth from his eyes and mouth as he began his ascension. Hurricane force winds ripped at the tress; lighting crawled along the cloudless twilight sky. His third set of wings glowed in a bright white light as they formed into existence. Slashing his sword to the right, his lightning crawled down the edge of his sword. Peering along the palm of his left hand, feeling the power coursing through his veins. He knew he had reached the ranks of the Seraphim thanks to the six borrowed souls. Nevertheless he wasn't as powerful as Metatron or the others at least not yet. He needed another soul to match their strength, however, this would do for now. Closing his fist, feeling his muscles ripple with raw power. Scowling as he felt the bug infested, reptile haven, muddy murky water lapping at his shins as he landed behind Samuel.

"Ready when..."

"Come little children." The sweet melody that came from within the woods stilled Ira's words. "I'll take thee away." Ira tilted his head wondering where he heard the sound of that voice before. "Come little children. The time's come to play." His bonfire colored eyes watched a figure dancing along the surface of the water from tree to tree. "Here in my garden of shadows." Ira shivered knowing that song was never going to sound the same ever again.

"Follow sweet children. I'll show thee the way." Mor's voice drifted on wind as she called to her children along with the army of Hell. "Through all the pain. And the sorrows." Ira took a dry swallow as the orange-red light of the brimstone fires colored the horizon as he peered through the trees. "Weep not poor children. For life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions."

"Hush now dear children. It must be this way." Arching an eyebrow as Mor danced as she sang along. This was not what he was expecting from her, no matter how creepy cute it was. "Too weary of life. And deceptions." Red glowing eyes as far as his eyes could see filled the gloom of the darkness that separated the trees as his grandmother's army marched towards him. "Rest now my children. For soon we'll away." Looking down as Mor danced into the clearing. Feeling her fingertips trailing along his calf muscle as she danced between his legs. "Into the calm and the quiet," Mor sung coming to a stop before Ira and bowing to her Prince.

"My Prince, Mor's mate, Mor presents herself along with your children to aid you in this battle," Mor spoke, her black soulless eyes ran up his body. Her mouth watered as she tasted the power of her mate. "Fight well my Prince," she whispered before bounding off to join the ranks of demons standing at the ready behind none other than Lucifer herself.

"Impressive Ira," her golden eyes ran down his new form, "I knew you had it in you," Lucifer said into her grandson's mind, feeling Zophiel appear at her side and noticing how she blew Ira a kiss. She could feel her mound moisten underneath her armor as she felt the power coming off of Ira's body. While the power was borrowed, even she could tell that, the fact remained it showed her what to expect when Ira gained the souls he needed on his own. "Prepare yourself Ira, Herald, Heaven approaches," Lucifer said, tilting her head up. A yearning burned in her heart as the Gates of Saint Peter opened. The light of Heaven poured forth as God opened the Heavens to man's viewing for the first time since Jesus was crucified. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword as the armies -- her sisters -- of Heaven poured forth led by none other than her archenemies. She knew when the final days were upon them Michelle was destined to kill her. However, it was her hope that with Ira by her side she could forestall that prophecy.

"Hello daddy," Anael said, fluttering to her father's left shoulder.

"Yes, hello father," Lailah said, appearing on his right shoulder.

"Mmm. I think I have the best spot. Don't you think so father?" Cassiel asked, laying on top of Ira's head, rubbing her 38C beasts into his skin.

"So not answering that," Ira muttered glancing up.

"But..."

"Why is this unclean thing..." Ira could feel the killing intent coming off the host of angels.

"Come near me or my family," pointing his sword at them, "I will destroy you," Ira stated with deathly undertones as his eyes glowed in his borrowed power, however, they didn't need to know that.

"Be at ease daughters... he's here to help," God spoke his sixty foot tall form shimmered into view. "We will speak of this when we return to Heaven."

Ira had a feeling he wasn't going to like what happens after that little chat of theirs. He could see how his grandmother and Zophiel wanted to speak out and say a word to God yet knew their words would go unheard; how it pained him to see the looks on their faces knowing that was the truth.

"Sorry Luci, I'll let you snuggle me later," Ira spoke to his grandmother with his mind. "Okay, never thought I be telling the Devil she can have snug fest later," he said to himself.

"D-do you promise Ira? That you'll hold me for as long as I want?!" Lucifer said, sadness filled her voice.

"Of course, have I ever lied to you?"

"N-no, you better bury your face in my bosom later," Lucifer said, in a pouting voice.

"Yes Luci, how can I say no to that," Ira chuckled.

"Herald, it's time," Lucifer said, keeping the loneliness from her voice as she looked at Samuel who nodded.

Ira took a step back as a pillar of light shot up from the stone beneath Samuel. Recounting back to the day when he saw that news report on TV that started all of this. To how his grandmother reacted when she saw that same pillar of light that he was craning his head skyward to see how far it went into the sky.

"By thaim tholach thechembaor theagon pentatheschi boti." Samuel's voice carried the command, the binding of wills as the magic of old came to his call. The primal essence that makes up all life began to bubble deep within the dark waters of the swamp. Golden flames ignited from the center of Samuel's pupils foretelling those that knew that he had succeed in tapping into the full power of the well of magic. It's light played along his glowing irises, slowly turning to a blue violet color as Samuel made the magic his own. "Sauamboch mera cheozaph ossala bymbel pouo toutho oirerei arnoch!" Samuel shouted as his magic reached its peak. Narrowing his eyes as a flash of light played along their surfaces. Dropping to a knee as his strength left him.

"Sam, are you alright?" Ira asked, once that pillar had evaporated to where he couldn't say.

"Don't worry about me, worry about them," Samuel panted as he pointed toward things so horrid he couldn't begin to describe.

"Sisters, to battle!" Michelle's voice thundered over head as she led the Heavenly host into the ranks that poured forth from the doorway that led to another realm of unknown origin.

Ira glanced over as his grandmother lifted her sword before bringing it down silently telling her hordes of demons to attack. Looking up, to his right and left as he felt his angelic daughters eager to join the battle. Squinting his eyes as God unleashed a blast on the exposed left flank of the creatures that were spilling forth from the doorway. However, he was not expecting the bolt of lightning to strike at the center of the mass from out of nowhere.

"Sam...?!"

"Don't worry the gods have come," Samuel said weakly, getting to his feet. "After all this is their fight too," he stated pointing to the right as legions of the dead and soldiers of Ares rushed the right flank to pin the creatures in the opening and to keep them from escaping out into the world of man. "You should go, I need time to recover and prepare for the binding," Samuel said, turning to look at Ira.

"Anael, Lailah, protect Samuel with everything you've got," Ira commanded in a fatherly voice. Knowing if Samuel fell then all this was for naught.

"Yes father," Anael and Lailah uttered in unison.

"Cassiel how about we go lend a hand?" Ira asked, glancing up.

"I was waiting for you to say the words," Cassiel uttered gleefully. Her wings flapped as she danced in the air taunting her sisters that she would be by his side and they wouldn't.

"Hmpf?!" Anael huffed as she crossed her arms below her breasts glaring at her half-sister as Cassiel and her father waded into the throngs of battle. "I have more experience than she does," she complained.

"Maybe it's the stink of Hell that clings to you," Lailah taunted with a cruel smirk.

Samuel ignored their banter, closing his eyes as he felt his family pouring their energies into him. Refilling his vessel for the final task before him. For a moment he allowed his mind to wander. To ponder things that might come to be with a quiet life that he hoped would come to pass. Smirking in his mind when he pictured Kelly and Charlotte in their bathing suits on the beaches in Greece. Then a smile appeared on his lips as he felt Nimue in his mind.

"I've told you many a time husband, I would never leave you." Her words were like honey to him as she poured her own strength into his body. Exhaling the breath he was holding, his eyelids slowly opened, their shimmering glow fell upon the being they were all there to stop. Noting the giant links of the chains that held her bound. The strips of leather made from some legendary beast he'd rather not know the name of that covered her eyes and mouth. Yet he could sense the bindings were weakening. Whatever seals those rouge fallen angels and foolish mortals had broken before they were stopped showed as Onoskelis' power gave her minions strength to stand toe to toe with their combined forces.

"You two, go help the others, I'll be fine on my own," Samuel stated in an ominous tone.

"You sure... yeah, you're sure," Anael muttered as she peered back at Samuel. Noting how his eyes were set, the power she felt coming off his body, to the hum of the rings that encircled his fingers. "Come sister, let us join our father's side," she spoke as she unfurled her wings.

"That's the most sensible thing you've said all day," Lailah teased as she followed Anael's lead.

The rings that Nyx and Gaia had burned onto his flesh glowed in their primordial energies. Thrusting his hands out before him as Ira and his cohorts kept Onoskelis and her minions occupied while he brought this whole affair to a close. Knowing he was going to have to return the power that they allowed him to borrow. He knew if he kept it, it would only tempt him in ways that Samuel didn't want or need in his life. However, first he had to complete his task.

"I take your hands in mine." Samuel's voice was laced with the power of his magic as he began the incantation. "With this string I will entwine." His glowing cobalt eyes watched as Onoskelis howled as the new bindings seared into her flesh. "Your powers I'll forever bind." Her wail caused trees to burst into flames, the waters to boil and evaporate, the very land beneath him to tremble as the newly formed godly chain links burnt into her immortal skin. Wincing as Onoskelis fought against him, feeling her hunger absorbing his own magic.

Samuel knew he had to finish this quickly before Onoskelis consumed every ounce of magic he had. "From now until the end of time!" Samuel's voice thundered, the sounds of the chains -- forged by Hephaestus -- wrapped around Onoskelis' body wrapping her back in her eternal tomb. Dropping to his knees, his power drained as Onoskelis and her minions were sucked back into her prison. Peering down at his hands as the rings on his fingers crumbled to dust as he returned the gifts they had given him back to their owners. Looking up as Mor placed her hand on Samuel's left shoulder.

"Come, Mor will get you out of here before Heaven turns its eyes to you," Mor said, smiling down at Samuel revealing her needle-like teeth. Before Samuel could object an eerie darkness blanketed them and whisked them away from that battle strewn swamp. "Mor will keep an eye on you. For an undead thing, you are something," Mor stated, smirking as they appeared in front of Marie's home outside of its gated fence.

"Thanks," Samuel said, drawing out the word. He so hoped he was done with dealing with demons and angels.

"I will inform my Prince of your goodbye." Mor's words were a whisper on the wind as she faded back into the shadows.

"Very wise my Herald, returning Gaia's and Nyx's powers. Otherwise they would have killed you." His eyes glanced over as Arcita leapt onto the brick wall.

"Well... isn't that just lovely," Samuel muttered pushing open the gate of the fence. His fingernails lightly scratching beneath Arcita's chin.

"Now for the payment for the knowledge you sought." As the gate swung closed Samuel Goodall's presence in the world vanished.

Ira groaned in his mind; his body ached like mad. Containing all that power almost felt like his limbs were about to pop off in a very bloody fashion. He had no idea where Samuel was, when he showed up at Marie's home after the battle no one could say where he was. Yet he had a sense that he wasn't in danger (if the looks he saw on his family's faces were any indication), just he couldn't tell where he was or when Samuel would return. Although, Ira did enjoy, really enjoyed, the blowjob he received from Charlotte even if he didn't bring Samuel home himself. Ira wondered if he would ever see Samuel and the rest again, he just hoped it wouldn't involve saving the universe. His brown eyes glanced down as his grandmother snuggled closer to him. Pushing those 32FF breasts into his chest as she wrapped her body around his. Once he got home from New Orleans Lucifer never let him out of her reach. Ira knew seeing her father again brought up old wounds. He never liked seeing her in pain, she was after all his grandmother. Wondering what he could do about that as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

However, the moment he opened his eyes again Ira was not in his bed being snuggled by his grandmother. No. Sitting up, his eyes slowly turned gold-ruby, gone was the power he wielded during the battle having returned the souls Samuel had allowed him to borrow back to their eternal punishment. His angelic sight gazed out at the desert from the mountain top he had been brought to. His head snapped right as he heard the rush of air as the brush to the right of him burst into flame.

"Great-grandpa?" Ira called out arching an eyebrow praying that really wasn't 'The' burning bush and he wasn't on Mount Horeb. "God?" Wondering why he would bring him here of all places.

"Hello Ira," his voice flowed from the flickering flames before his body shimmered into existence, "do forgive the confusion, but I thought we might have a chat, you and I, in private, without my daughters spying upon us," God said, his radiant smile beamed down at Ira.

"Okay... what about?" Ira asked, dusting himself off once he picked himself up. Trying not to allow how weird this all was to get to him.

"You surprised me yesterday," God muttered staring out into the distance. "Don't take that as a bad sign, far from it. I'm quite pleased that you haven't gone the way of your forefathers, and that my faith in you hasn't been misplaced."

"Do what now?!"

"Surprised that I would need to have faith?" God asked, with an amused smirk as his golden eyes glanced at Ira.

"A little, yeah," Ira admitted.

"I hope we can talk more often you and I. Given that I have plan that will keep you and your grandmother alive."

"So me breeding with your angels isn't all there was to it?" Ira asked, looking at his great-grandfather skeptically.

"No. Let's call it phase one, so you can understand," God mused as he stroked his beard. "It was to see if it was possible, for you to impregnate them, given what you are."

"Okay, well I've proved that," Ira mumbled.

"That you did," God chuckled, "here, you should watch this." Arching an eyebrow as he noted how Metatron and Gabriella had been found in the garden by her six Seraphim sisters. To the other angels banging on the door to the chamber that Michelle and Raphaela occupied. "Do you wish to know what they are saying?" he asked, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"I think I already know," Ira stated with a tad bit of fear.

"See, I knew you were a smart kid," God said laughing as he slapped Ira's back. "You would be right; I have told them about the little bargain we struck. This is another reason I wished to speak to you privately. After that display last night, no one can doubt the power you wield," he said, his golden eyes shimmered with his pride. "You wouldn't believe the clamor of Heaven after we returned and then after I spoke to my daughters."

"I can take a wild guess."

"I suppose you can," God nodded.

"So... this other reason?"

"Ah... yes, your children, you do know they can never enter Heaven, correct?" God asked, glancing over to Ira.

"Kind of hard not to notice," Ira said, pointing at his horns.

"Hmm... seems fitting a new form of angel would encompass all three aspects of divinity," God hummed. "And those that have fallen already have a place to reside," referencing Anael, "she's rather cute you know, Anael. Maybe we should have a family reunion sometime."

"Sure, freak out the normal people by walking on water," Ira joked.

"I've always been partial to the turning water to wine one," God jested.

"Now see, I know some older women that would just love you," Ira said, matching God's friendly smile. "So anyway, where actually will they be staying?"

"How do you feel about Atlantis?" God asked, with a knowing smirk.

"But didn't you..." Ira stumbled over his tongue unable to get the rest of his sentence out.

"I did for a reason, now I have another reason to raise it from the depths. Granted it won't be in the mortal realm... that would just be... well, I don't think mortals are ready for the raising of Atlantis," God spoke as his fingers stroked his long flowing beard. "However, if you agree to this next part then you and your children my reside upon it. Think of it as a fourth Heaven, in so many words."

"One condition," Ira said, standing his ground. He would do it if only God agreed to his plan. He was tired of seeing his grandmother in pain. Tired of trying to ease the pain when he knew he never could.

"Which is?" God mused.

"Four days, four days out of the year you visit your fallen children," Ira said, sternly. "I'm not asking you to forgive them, but don't you see the pain they are in?" he asked, staring into God's eyes. "I mean this is all for some purpose, most likely to keep both sides from bringing on the end and I'm the neutral party to keep both forces from doing something stupid," Ira explained seeing the smile on his great-grandfather's face. "That is why you're having me breed with your angels is it not? To create something like me? Otherwise, why would you allow me to continue to live when we both know you could blast me to juicy bits, not that I'm asking you to," he quickly said, when God had an intriguing look in his eye at the thought. "And if it's Atlantis then wouldn't that be also neutral ground?"

"Four days? Hmm... would have thought you would ask for more," God mused deep in thought.

"They did rebel, doesn't mean their punishment has been lifted just a little reprieve from it."

"It is good to know that my Light Bringer has someone who cares so much about her," God said, in a fatherly voice. "You, Ira, are someone I can put my faith in. We have an accord," he said, holding out his hand.

The moment Ira slid his hand into God's they were instantly teleported to his home in Portland. Stepping lightly on the floor boards as his grandmother had curled herself up into a ball, her soft sniffles filled his room as she laid naked beneath the sheet.

"Ira... I thought..." Ira placed his finger upon her lips stilling her words. His thumb softly brushed away the tear that marred her right cheek.

"I'd never leave you Luci," Ira stated seeing her golden eyes quiver. "Someone just wanted to speak with me. I think the two of you should speak with one another," he said, with a loving smile. Seeing the confusion in her eyes at his words.

"Who...?" Lucifer gasped in shock as she finally saw her father standing in Ira's room once she rolled over. "F-F-Father...?!"

"Hello daughter, you have a very loving grandson," God spoke, his heavenly radiance filled the room.

"I'll let the two of you have some time... alone," Ira said, squeezing his grandmother's hand as he rose.

"Ira?!" Lucifer called out as he neared his door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Luci," Ira said, as he shut the door.

"I had seen this come to pass long ago," Zophiel spoke from behind Ira as the striker of the door fell into place. "Now it's my turn," she whispered into his ear as her six wings wrapped around Ira's body, whisking him away to parts unknown...​