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"No, no, I don't think Samuel wants to be referred to as a chick," Ira chuckled, "he's this guy who helped to put Onoskelis back to sleep, who happens to be a sex witch and a vampire, daywalker to be precise," he stated, seeing both her succubus and her gothic nature perking up at the mention of those two words. "They went on vacation to relax after the battle... so, umm... do you... would..." Vikki's eyes grew wide, her smile formed with a devilish touch to it as the corners of her lips lifted into a smile.

"Ira, are you actually asking me out on a date?" Vikki asked, the sparkle of happiness danced in her eyes.

"I... mean if you want to..."

"Vikki?" Bridgett called out sleepily.

"In here love, come join us, while the water's hot," Vikki called out to her. "I'd love to Ira, you let me know when and I'll clear my calendar," she purred, wondering who this man could be. Knowing she was going to have to speak with her sisters once she was out of the shower. Winking at him as they heard Bridgett's approaching footsteps.

"I hope there's room for one more?" Bridgett asked, in a sultry tone as her raven hair brushed against the bottoms of her ears. Her brown eyes hungrily drinking in the sight before her.

"Sure, sis, come in, I was getting out," Ira said, stepping out of the shower. "I got her all warmed up for you," he whispered as he wrapped himself in a towel.

"I so love you, little brother," Bridgett said, her eyes fell on Ira's back as he walked out.

"I know, sis, I'll get you two towels," Ira said, trying to be polite, knowing that soon his sister would have to uproot her life because she was his sister.

Throne room of Heaven...

His immortal fingers ran along his pearl white beard. The light of his godhood shimmered in his golden irises when he peered into the Fourth Heaven. The realm where he had imprisoned Atlantis when his angels had won the final battle. Wondering what to do about the crater where the capital city once stood. Shaking the thought off, no, he wanted the reminder of what his ancestors were once like, how Ira and all the children to come could be like. Also serving as a warning, of what he was willing to do to keep reality safe. Setting the wards in place to limit the Seraphim's orgasms so not to cause destruction as they would anywhere but in Heaven.

Using his vast powers, clearing the hill that over looked the crater. Leveling it off to create the Home for his grandson, "Hello, Ira," Yahweh mused, as he stared out at the vast expanse. The light of his hidden mirth flashed in his eyes as Ira fought not to show how bewildered he was at that moment.

"Hey, Yahweh," Ira said, causally. "How's it going, grandpa?"

"Glad you asked," flashing Ira a smile, "I was in the process of building the grand estate for the ruler of New Atlantis. I know how I would like it to look, but how would you like it to look?" Yahweh asked, looking over Ira who wore a confused look on his face. "I was thinking a wing, there," pointing to the east, "will be for the angels and heavenly born, and over there," pointing to the western end of the now flattened plateau twice the size of Portland, "is where those fallen and hell born will be," turning his head back to the center of that vast open space, "this will be your home, what would you like it to look like?" Yahweh asked, a warm smile lifting his lips when he noted Ira's mind racing.

"Yahweh... can I ask you something?" Ira asked, his eyes fell on the pyramids off in the distance.

"Of course, I always encourage you to ask questions, you can't change a fate if you don't learn from it's past."

"Why are pyramids on Atlantis?" Wondering if there were actually Egyptian gods. Why not? He knew the Greek ones were real, why not the Egyptian gods?

"The Ruler of Atlantis and its people," pointing to the hole, "and the Pharaoh of Egypt of the time used to trade before the fall of the Pharaoh," Yahweh answered waving off the rest like Ira should know.

"Huh? Did not know that," Ira whistled, "can I bring a part of the garden here?" Knowing how his angelic children along with the angels that would visit would feel at peace given the polar opposite so close by? Plus if he was going to father children he wanted to be there. Seeing his grandfather smile when he did as Ira felt his grandmother's approach. "Hello, Luci," Ira greeted, seeing those forty foot wings fluttering when Lucifer appeared in her true angelic form. "What brings you by?" he asked, although he already knew. Feeling Yahweh's silent mirth at how flustered she was.

"I... I wasn't expecting you to be here," Lucifer stammered glaring at her father.

"Oh? Hoping for some father/daughter fun?" Ira teased wiggling his eyebrows.

"Ira?!"

"What?" Ira asked, looking over at Yahweh who was enjoying the banter. "Grandpa is... family, he doesn't mind, do you?" A devilish, impish light played along his bonfire eyes when Yahweh shook his head. "See, relax," he said, knowing he was going to pay for all of this later, but it was so worth it in his mind. "I take it you came to plan out what your wing will look like, as the Ruler of Hell?"

"Y-yes," Lucifer said, bashfully.

"Ah, good," seeing the light in her eyes flare when he said that, "you're just in time, come on," waving her to join them, "I was in the process of planning the plaza," Ira said, holding out his hand to her. Knowing she needed this right now, had to know that this deal was real and not some new torment for her. "So, can I?"

"Sure Ira, just allow me a moment to get the builders of the foundations of this treaty between our three powers out from their confinement." Feeling his grandmother trembling when Yahweh opened a portal to where he had tossed the Watchers. The ones who had defied his command and brought about the first rise of the Nephilim. "I have freed you, twelve, from your punishment for one purpose." Squeezing Lucifer's hand when he two felt it, knowing he wouldn't get out of a battle with Yahweh unscathed when he spoke in that commanding tone. "It will be only fitting as you began the first rise you will now bring the stones so that a new order of angel will be laid. I, Yahweh, Lord of Light, command you to heed the order of Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance," Yahweh stated, his eyes smirked at him when his great-grandfather looked at him. Ira's hand shot to the left side of his neck as God seared Ira's Heavenly rank into his neck. "Ruler of the Fourth Heaven."

"Yes... Father." Came a tortured reply from the twelve. Swallowing hard when Yahweh gestured for him to state what he wanted it all to look like.

"I'm going to let the two of you figure out what you want your wings to look like," Ira spoke, looking at the two of them.

"Agreeable," Yahweh nodded.

"So if I'm the Ruler of the Fourth Heaven does that mean I can do anything here?" Ira asked, knowing what he was going to do when his power was set.

"If you have the power, yes," Yahweh nodded, "but we need to build your power center first," gesturing to their surroundings.

"Okay, first order," Ira said, peering down at three fallen Watchers in the front row. "You are so ordered to transplant a piece of the Garden here so my children can grow healthy." Looking over at his grandmother, "Tell Mor to keep hers and the kids influence down when she makes her lair," he stated with a knowing smirk. "Yahweh, do my orders only pertain to this place?" Ira asked, knowing he would never be able to touch it for it had to be Holy, and he was a demon.

"No."

That was all he needed to hear, his gaze had been on the hill across from him that must have mirrored the one he was on. While he might not be able to touch it, it didn't mean he couldn't clear the land. "There!" Ira commanded his power flared out as he forged the links of that chain of Fate. "You five," pointing at them, "will build a shrine so Holy that He who is I am, will see fitting to lay with his fallen daughters four times, four days, in one earthy solar cycle," turning to look at the angels, "go now and see to my words. For I am not holy enough to see to the task." Seeing that grandfatherly warm smile on God's face as the angels set about his order, also seeing the love in his grandmother's eyes as he looked beyond them and out to the open space that soon would be filled with pavilions for his children, yet one hundred, ninety-three thousand and six hundred acres his eyes gazed upon was his, to build to his own making.

"The rest of you, I, Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven, order thy to flatten and build upon this base of seventy-seven thousand and forty-four hundred by seventy-seven thousand and forty-four hundred cubits, made from the finest white marble. At the center where my temple will lay overlooking the fate of my fallen brothers, you will build a base of half white and black marble of one hundred and fifty cubits long by sixty-six cubits wide where rows of Ancient Roman Composite columns will hold aloft the cella of sixty-three cubits long by forty-two cubits wide. Displaying the tale of my involvement with Onoskelis. Where I may reside to hold this bargain we have struck," Ira said, just like he had seen his grandmother do so often, a ring of fire started in the center of his chest and burnt away his human disguise. Growing to his twelve foot tall Nagdaium' form, his three sets of midnight black wings representing the taint of his demon side unfurled, lightning crawled along every feather. His sword materialized in his right hand, its blue flames flicking in the intensity of his power. The light of his halo and the crown of Hell played along his reverse C-shape horns. His snow-white hair floated on the air, his bonfire colored eyes shimmered in his Throne powers and now the power of the Fourth Heaven backing him along his eyes. His foot thick at the base, smooth, tapering down to a rounded point, tail swished behind him. His midnight blue skin burned as his powers danced along it as the tip of his sword plunged into the spot forever tying himself to the realm.

Before those remaining watchers built it he had them build apartments for his mother and sister in case they needed to hide during the rebuilding of the city. "Yahweh, how big is this place?" Ira asked, as he stood with god as he and Heaven's architect over looked the plans for the wing for Heaven. After he had told the fallen Watchers the remainder of his orders.

"You already know that, Ira," Yahweh chuckled.

"Yeah, true, it's just weird is all," Ira said, in a bashful shrug, looking away as he did. "So, can I ask, why vengeance?"

"You're like my daughter, Raphaela," a lewd light played along his eyes at Ira's reaction to Raphaela's name, "she took her sisters' fall very hard, like you did when your parents used you for their gain. Also there's the Andrew boy," Yahweh spoke, his face darkening. "His sins warranted such punishment. This is why I named you vengeance. I'm sure, in that clever mind of yours, you can think of something to do with it," he said, with a knowing smirk. Watching Ira jump when his phone when off as a News report loudly played about a five-year-old girl gunned down in a road-rage incident. Ira's eyes shot up to his grandfather who nodded that he agreed. Saying his goodbyes knowing who he needed to talk to.

"Luci," seeing the quick smile before quickly fading in the face of the horde of demons that were building the grand hall that will house her and her sisters, along with their children when he appeared at her side, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Suriel Zol," addressing Ira in his angelic name in his realm, "you can ask me anything, now whether the answers can be trusted is another matter," Lucifer said, teasing her grandson.

"Is that contract," making the motion of unrolling a scroll, "something like that or what?" Ira asked, feeling his embarrassment rising at how his grandmother was fighting back a belly-ripping laugh at the display.

"No," Lucifer said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But you can make the mortal believe it happens like that, if you just want the grandeur sure, mess with them. But deals dealing with souls are sealed with a handshake. It imprints the brand of the demon or fallen angel on their souls. Contracts higher..."

"Yeah, know about that one," Ira muttered rubbing the back of his head.

"Why do you ask, Ira?" Lucifer uttered smiling warmly at the bashful demon. "Oh, and Father was the one that showed you this?" she asked, handing Ira his phone back.

"Yeah, why I asked, she deserves a second chance don't you think, Light Bringer?" Ira asked, seeing the heat in her cheeks when he addressed her by her pet name.

"I agree, she does, but she's young," Lucifer stated the obvious.

"Yeah, why I asked if the contracts we make are like those scrolls given the girl's age, kind of be odd just, bam, bringing back a girl like that without drawing attention," Ira said, watching the foundations being laid.

"Ah, yes, I can see that. I can show you how to do such a thing," Lucifer spoke, a hellish light played along her pupils.

"Didn't they make a song about this?" Ira teased, laughing as her right wing gave him a shove. "I'll make a deal with you, Lucifer, in exchange for you showing me how to do that, half a million dollars, don't want to be greedy," smiling when his grandmother barked out in laughter, "and ten thousand euros," he said, knowing where he would be relocating them to once he revived the girl.

"What are you offering to me, Ira, what are you offering to the Lord of Hell," Lucifer asked, in a commanding tone as her angelic light grew, along with the power of Hell, as it ate away the light of the realm.

"You know how you like that little thing I do down there," Ira said, glancing down, causing his grandmother to grow still.

"Go on," Lucifer urged him on. Her eyes flashed hungrily at what he was suggesting.

"If you give me what I have asked for, I will do that to you for thirty minutes a day, while you're on your throne," seeing Lucifer's eyes flare at that, "for a month. Is the deal agreeable to you, Lucifer?" Ira asked, knowing what was required to seal it. The moment her lips latched onto his, he knew their pact was sealed.

"You better not be teasing me," Lucifer spoke in a motherly voice holding out a debit card that contained the money and the stack of ten thousand euros after having read his mind.

"Never, grandma, that'd just be mean," Ira joked flicking his forked tongue at her.

"After school, I want it," Lucifer whispered pulling Ira in close.

"Sure thing," Ira agreed, lightly kissing her lips.

Ira felt so weirded out as he stood in front of the parents in the little girl's living room. Pondering just how he was going to appear to them. Also wondering if his aunts had this problem when they appeared before mortals. Sighing loudly, hearing the couple scream as, to their eyes, their arm chair moved on its own, as Ira dragged it closer to them. With a wave of his hand Ira silenced their screaming voices. He didn't want to hear the amount they would be doing when he showed his true self.

"Please, calm yourselves," Ira spoke, in a soft voice allowing more of his angelic side to be shown as he appeared seated in that chair looking right at their horrified faces. "I'm not here to harm you, I'm here to set a wrong right," Ira said, sitting regal in the high priced suit he had bought with the money Lucifer put on the card. His halo burned brightly as his power glowed in his eyes. "Now, I'm going to return your voices, do you two think you can use your inside voices?" he asked, smiling, trying to lighten the mood. "Good."

"What are you?" The father asked, the moment he could speak.

"I am, Suriel Zol, the Nagdaium' of vengeance, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven," Ira said, introducing himself. "I wish to offer you a deal."

"We aren't offering a demon anything!" the mother cried out. "Aren't we suffering enough than having to deal with you?!"

"But my deal is very fair to you, and you're not even paying my price," Ira said, forcing the man back down to his seat with his powers when the father tried to get up. "I've already spoken to your daughter's soul. Come, Careline, greet your mother and father, no need to be bashful," he directed, his right hand gestured over the right armrest for her to appear. "For my price, which she's agreed to, I will bring back your daughter from the dead. Yet given her age, and the media storm her death has caused, resurrecting her here isn't plausible."

"What do you need from us?" The father asked, willing to give up everything to get his little girl back as her ghostly image waved to him.

"The only way this works is if you move, if you agree," pulling out the blank contract his grandmother had taught him how to create, thinking what he wanted in it before unrolling it, "I'm willing to do it on the agreement you tell no one how or who brought your daughter back or you become mine," darkness grew, and invaded the room, lightning flashed outside the windows of that family's home, watching the fear in their eyes as strobing lights highlighted his horns, "to serve out as long as I see fit." Ira spoke in an authoritative voice.

"But where?"

"France, where I leave you, you three will make your own choices," Ira said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What did our daughter..."

"That's between me and her," Ira said, cutting the woman off. "This deal is between me and the two of you."

"And you want nothing from us except our silence?" The man asked, thinking this was too good to be true.

"From you, yes." Watching them scrambling to sign on the dotted line. Shaking their hands searing his brand onto their souls when he rose to this feet. Snapping his fingers and gathering up every item in their home in an instant. He wondered if he looked this lost when Yahweh whisks him off some where unexpectedly when the couple looked around their now empty home while they stood in their equally empty living room. "Don't move," Ira uttered as his wings encircled them.

"What are...?!"

"Told you, I can raise your daughter, I had to know if you'd pay the price of bringing her back," Ira said, when they appeared in the morgue, standing on either side of their slain daughter. Placing his hand over the bullet wound to the girl's stomach. Repairing the damage done to her body, holding out his hand to Careline's soul willing it to his hand. Breathing into it, the breath of life, watching the color returning to her body the moment her soul was returned. Smiling warmly down at her when her light brown eyes fluttered open. Helping her to sit up, backing away to allow them to embrace one another. Giving them a minute before wrapping them once again in his wings.

"Where are we?" The mother asked, as their things began to reappear around the home they had popped into was the best way she could describe it.

"Small town on the Atlantic coast of France, here's ten thousand Euros as stated in the contract to help you start anew, along with the deed to the house," Ira stated handing the items over. Watching them wince as he seared French into their minds. He didn't have to with Careline he did that when he brought her back. "Here are your new identities," he said, holding out the three passports. "Now, you go live a good life." Disappearing the moment the father took the passports from him.

Fourth Heaven...

"Hello, Ira, I'm glad you're taking the talk we had very seriously," Lucifer said, noting the increase in his power as he returned to his domain.

"Hey, Luci, Anael isn't busy is she?" Ira asked, knowing he was going to have to form his guard.

"No, why?" Lucifer said, shaking her head, knowing the reason why.

"Need her for a moment," Ira said, calling his angelic children to his side along the wave lengths angels vibrate at.

"You called for us, father," Anael stated appearing behind him with Cassiel and Lailah at her back.

"Who do you serve?" Ira asked, turning to face them.

"You, father," all three said in unison as they got to a knee.

"Then serve me in ferrying these two souls to Hell where they belong," Ira said, sending them what he had felt on Careline's soul at the touch of his finger on their foreheads. "Can I count on you, my daughters, in carrying out my wishes?"

"Yes, Father, as your first born, I will see that my sisters and I carry out your order," Anael spoke, her angelic instincts kicking in. Her eyes quivered when he lifted her chin to gaze at him.

"Then rise, Anael, Cassiel, Lailah, and see to my will," Ira spoke in a fatherly voice. "You may return here after the task is complete." Seeing the happiness in their eyes.

"Father, will Mother be allowed entrance?" Lailah asked, her gold-ruby eyes gazed at her father as the wind coming off the lagoon formed in the crater gently fluttered her blonde hair.

"I would never keep the two of you away," Ira answered referring to Michelle. Flashing his grandmother a smile when she lightly squeezed his fingers silently telling him that she was proud of him. Kissing his grandmother's cheek when he felt his summons.

"Ira!" Gabriella greeted gleefully throwing her arms around his neck when he appeared on the Heaven side of New Atlantis. "Hello, Father," she cooed blowing Yahweh a kiss. "They just finished work on my and Nanael's room," Gabriella whispered lightly kissing his lips. "Metatron is in hers already, preparing it for Rikbiel's arrival any day now," she said, referencing his two expecting children. "The other two rooms are being built now," pointing to the statues of her sisters' imagines going up as the walls of the wing began to rise, "now we can be together when Nanael comes," Gabriella said, in a loving light at him when her hand covered his as it rested on her growing belly. Beckoning him lower, "I don't know what you did, but I haven't seen Seraphina leave the throne room... since... forever. Be careful, she's feisty from what I hear," she whispered into his ear when she noted how Seraphina was slyly spying on them. Waving to him as she walked off to give her sister the opening she needed.

"Greetings, Seraphina," Ira said, greeting her, knowing exactly where she was given how no angel could will themselves unseen in his realm, not even the Seraphim. Nodding when Yahweh pointed something out to him. All the while watching how the construction of his temple mount was fairing.

"Greetings, Suriel Zol," Seraphina said, at the edge of the small meadow that Yahweh and Ira surveilled the construction of.

"You can come closer you know, I don't bite," Ira stated leaving the rest unsaid.

"My, Seraphina, I don't ever recall seeing this shade of red on you before," Yahweh teased, loving seeing this side of his children instead of the constant ready for battle. "My, my, my," whistling, "I've certainly never seen her do that before," he stated, nodding approvingly to his great-grandson when she just vanished back to Heaven.

"What can I say, it's a gift," Ira joked.

"Walk with me, Suriel Zol, I wish to show you something," Yahweh spoke gesturing for Ira to follow. "Do you remember me saying that I would like to have more chats with you?"

"Yeah," Ira drew the word out, then snapped his eyes to his great-grandfather's face, "Wait, you aren't going to turn me into one of those faith healers, are you?" Ira asked, getting a chuckle from his grandfather.

"Interesting thought," Yahweh mused, leading Ira through the Garden that was slowly taking root in Ira's domain. Bringing him to a stop on an outlook looking out onto their vantage point on the plateau. "I was thinking of making this just a spot for the two of us. To chat, to keep you in line with what your role is now in the cosmic scheme of things," he said, gesturing to the surroundings.

"Sounds nice, although don't know how I'm going to explain this without sounding crazy," Ira said, looking at the time, knowing he couldn't be gone for too long. Knowing his temple mount had another day before it was completed. "The nude reflecting pool is a nice touch," he uttered as he departed back to Earth to catch up with his family.

"Ira?" Vikki called out softly as she inched his bedroom door open. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes fell on Ira's Throne form as he sat in his reading chair in the dark. His bonfire eyes shimmered brightly in the dark, the light of his halo was the only means for even her unholy eyes to view his horns. Then she felt the oppression of his demon and how it made her pussy quiver so... deliciously. Then once her mind cleared of her ravenous thoughts she felt something else, something like when she was in, in the same room with Lucifer.

"Need something, Vikki?" Ira asked, switching on the desk lamp.

"I thought maybe we could talk some more about what happened in the shower and who this Onoskelis is. Also what happened to you, you weren't like this when we left," Vikki spoke walking over to Ira's bed. Sinking down onto it, her eyes ran down his body as Ira rubbed the back of his neck. "You, your cousin Missy, and Lucifer just summon this dude out of nowhere?!" Vikki asked in stunned shock.

"Oh, yeah, kicked my ass too," Ira chuckled remembering the encounter fondly.

"How is that possible you're a Nephilim?!" Vikki asked, confused.

"Nagdaium'," Ira corrected, "I was a demon first before my Nephilim awoke, making me... unique. As is, Samuel, like me, he's an outsider, yet his power shouldn't be questioned," he said, with deathly undertones.

"He's that powerful?" Vikki asked, in disbelief.

"Oh, yeah, he was the one who put Onoskelis back to sleep after all, all I, the forces of Heaven, Hell, the Pagan gods had to do was hold back her minions. Samuel had the hardest job, because how do you put a being older than the Titans, yeah, they're real," seeing Vikki's jaw drop at that revelation, "themselves to sleep?"

"And what I'm feeling right now?"

"Well, after the battle, you know who," pointing to the Heavens, "and I had a little chat," Ira said, unsure if she could handle the news.

"What about?" Vikki inquired, curling her legs underneath her while leaning on her arm. So happy that he was letting her into his life.

"To make a deal," Ira said, in all seriousness.

"Him?! He wanted to make a deal? With you?"

"Yeah, I am a demon after all," Ira retorted with a taunting smirk. Seeing her mother and sisters in the way she blushed.

"So." Vikki rolled her hand excitedly, urging him to continue his tale.

"In light of my involvement, He, offered me a choice to become the new Ruler of Atlantis, which is the Fourth Heaven, to keep the forces of Heaven and Hell from bringing on the end times," Ira stated, seeing her jaw inching lower the longer he went on. "So... hi, I'm, Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven," he said, telling her where he now ruled in the Heavenly order.

"Why?" Vikki whispered knowing the weight of the stress that must be for him handling this with no one to talk to.

"To keep Mom and Bridgett safe if, or when, He decides I'm not needed any more," Ira said, darkly. "In my realm... okay, that sounded weird," feeling the corners of his lips lifting at Vikki's giggle, "they'll be protected from Him and Lucifer. However, that depends on what they choose when they awaken," he stated ominously.

"What do you mean?" Vikki asked, fear that Bridgett might not want to be with her crept into her heart.

"Well, when a Nephilim awakens we're given a choice, either to rise and serve him or fall, except for... in my case I was already a demon, I could have burnt the taint away then I would have to be against my grandmother, I couldn't do that. I know she's the Devil and all, but she's my..."

"Shh, I know, Ira, Ira, she's family," Vikki cooed sweetly as she sank into his lap.

"So I chose neither and here we are. Bridgett I know will choose to be with you, I have faith in that."

"Then why were you sitting in the dark, you should be joyous right now, you've ascended to heights most demons can only dream of,"

"Because after tomorrow, we will no longer live in this house, at least as a family," Ira stated with a tinge of sadness in his voice, yet knew it had to be done.

"What do you mean?" Vikki's heart raced with what he was telling her.

"Once my power base is complete on my temple mound, yeah, I got one of those too," he jested with a broad smile which earned him a playful slap, "you will take Bridgett and Mom to your house, I've already discussed this with your mother," Ira said, holding her close. "I wanted to keep her safe, yet something is coming that I won't be able to protect them from wholly," holding a silver key in the shape of a skeleton to fit into her goth motif, "if you feel, at any time, that you or Bridgett's life is in danger use this."

"Okay, but what is it?" Vikki asked, quizzically.

"Since you are my consort," feeling Vikki grow still in his lap. "That allows you passage into my domain when the wards Samuel put up fail, and they will, there you two will be safe from Heaven and Hell," Ira said truthfully, seeing the severity and the power she held in her hand. "Because, I've met many and had their power, any being as powerful as a Seraphim will get through those wards. Maybe not at once, but they will, and I've come to learn there are strong, if not stronger, beings out there that do not follow our mythos. You're family's estate in New Atlantis will be the safest place for you two until the temple mount is completed then you can move into my shrine, or I can make you and Bridgett your own estate when I get the handle on creation down. Would you like to see what Atlantis looks like?"

"Damn right?!" Vikki hissed low eager to see what being the consort of both the Prince and Princess of Hell had benefited her family. Feeling her body heating at the hand on her ass when he rubbed it telling her to get up.

"Oh, we can't stay long, can't let them know just yet. If they awaken right now, it would be like sending..."

"I know," Vikki nodded in understanding.

"Now, if they awaken at your place, with your wards, and ones Zophiel, she's a fallen Seraphim," seeing Vikki's eyes widen at that, "have placed around your home, given how your home is already an anchor in this world. Tying your anchor to my realm, shouldn't be hard. If they awaken then that's fine, probably will happen either way if they stay around me. If they haven't already. "

"How did you get one of the fallen to aid you?" Vikki asked, mystified.

"Long story," Ira muttered, scratching his cheek as he looked away. Pulling out a gold key with his angelic script engraved on it, "I know it's not the grand entrance but... you know," he said, shrugging, inserting the key into the slot that materialized as he opened the doorway to his domain for the first time. Wondering how much disbelief can one person show in a day as he stepped through? "Come on," Ira said, holding out his hand to her. "I promise nothing will harm you in my realm."

"I trust you, Ira," Vikki said, sliding her hand into his. She just looked at Ira, wondering how much of what he told her he downplayed as she stared out as far as the eye could see the vast lushness of the realm... "Ira?!"

"I know, I asked to. Seems the Ruler of Atlantis," pointing to the crater like his grandfather had indicated where the First Age of the Nephilim had ended, "and the Pharaoh of Egypt at the time used to be trade partners before he died. Cool, huh," Ira said, with a smile on his face.

"What's that?" Vikki's crimson painted fingernail pointed at the shining white temple being built across from them.

"Whatever you do, you do not go there, ever," Ira said, sternly. "He is there and must remain clean to fulfil the bargain he and I struck."

Vikki nodded in understanding when she saw the look in his eye. She would die just approaching it. However, the hair on the back of her head went on end as she felt something powerful approaching. Looking down when she noted his hand on her arm.

"I told you, Vikki, you are safe in My realm." She had no idea how she held herself up as she orgasmed right there when his power washed over her. So lost in its embrace, Vikki lost sight of that feeling until it was too late. Then she saw one of the most beautiful women Vikki has seen in her life as two right black wings, with red tips lowered to show her that angelic face. She had to have a taste of her. However, her head shot back when that very same beautiful creature kissed Ira on the lips and spoke the word: 'Daddy.'

"Daddy?!" Vikki exclaimed wondering what sick, perverted fetish Ira's conjured up in her absence.

"Anael, meet Vikki, you already know the rest of her family," Ira introduced her.

"Greetings, Consort, have no fear, this domain is safe for my Father's Hell born wives," Anael said, directing Vikki to the westward side of the plateau.

"Ira, tell me what the hell is going on?!" Vikki demanded getting a little freaked out. Seeing how Ira was nudging the girl to speak.

"I'm Anael, Daughter of the fallen Light Bringer, princess of Darkness, and Ruler of the Second Heaven known as Hell, and Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, and Ruler of the Fourth Heaven," she stated proudly as she greeted Vikki.

"Greetings, Princess, maybe we can talk sometime," Vikki said, after she deciphered the list of titles Anael and spoken to determine she was the daughter of Lucifer (her and her family's Lady) and Ira (her Prince), bowing to Anael. All the while she wondered if Bridgett would like a taste of Ira's daughter. She might not have much of her father's demon side in her, yet there was enough for her to taste sweet like her father. Knowing how she didn't know how to respond to her offer, it was kind of cute that innocence of hers.

"Anael."

"Sorry, Father, I'll see to it at once," Anael stammered before she quickly departed.

"Ira, what have you been up to?" Vikki asked, with a questioning look.

"A little of this, and a little of that," Ira said aloofly, with a coy smile on his lips. "Keep your demonic influence down when you step off the temple mound," he said, as he stood at the base of the stares.

"Why?"

"To keep our taint from marring the Garden so the children can have a safe place to grow."

"You've definitely left a whole lot out, I want to know everything Ira, I mean everything, don't spare any detail!" Vikki said, excitedly. "Is this really the Garden?" she asked, her hand slipped into his offered one.

"A part of it," Ira nodded, "The construction on the grand estate won't fully be completed for another two days, but my consorts have begun to build their own estates in my realm," he said, peering over his shoulder leading her through it towards the place where Alyda had chosen to build their manor.

"So what's this about children?"

"My Heavenly and Fallen born need this," gesturing out to the space before him, "while they're growing," Ira stated matter-of-factly. "He gave me another choice before this one, to impregnate four of his angels to see if a being like Anael is possible, or die," Ira spoke as if gospel.

"I see... so angel breeding?"

"You can put it like that," Ira agreed, "yet it's just more than that, Vikki."

"Okay, what do you mean?" Vikki asked, not liking where this was going.

"I'm the stop gap between Heaven and Hell, my children are my legion."

"Does that mean all your children?"
"It does."

"Ira, take me right here, let me be... No!" Vikki shouted when Ira looked away.

"Yeah, sorry Vikki, but well it kind of happened when we were fucking on Asmodan's tower, against the glass."

"Really?! You go irk Asmodan and I wasn't even there for it?!" Hanging her head in defeat at what she had missed out on. "Ira?" Vikki softly spoke, reaching out taking hold of his arm.

"Hmm?"

"Please tell me, you will take me next time."

"You want me to fuck you on Asmodan's tower?" Ira asked, for clarification.

"Please, My Prince," Vikki begged.

"Sure, why not, but you know Asmodan and Beth are going to be Consorts too, right?"

"Why?" Vikki bemoaned with a pleading look.

"One: I liked fucking Emily, or Asmodan as you know her. Two: Beth is carrying my child."

"How many children do you have?!"

"At the moment, ten, with four on the way," Ira said, bringing Vikki's attention to her family's manor.

"Ira! Vikki!" Sue hollered rushing out with her arms open eager to embrace both of them. "Can you believe it Vikki... wait you already know about this, why we made Ira make it up to us, lots and lots of times," she said, in a seductive tone as she walked her fingers up Ira's chest. "Didn't we, Ira?"

"Mmmhmm," Ira nodded.

"Oh, Vikki," reaching over to her sister's hand, "there, now you can wear it proudly," Sue said, smiling sisterly at Vikki, as the ring of Consort appeared on her right ring finger.

"Thanks, sis," Vikki whispered in a soft, loving voice as the pad of her thumb brushed along the ring, a smile formed on her lips when she noted Bridgett's name in demonic script on the band then Ira's in Angelic script. "Ira, what does that say?"

"Suriel Zol."

"I like it," Vikki said, in a bashful tone.

"He's helping us to pronounce it, want to join us when he does?" Sue asked, looking at her sister. Seeing her nod in response, "Come, since you're here now, you can help out with the construction. You too, brother," she whispered with a light pat on his arm. "You do want to master creation don't you? This is your realm, remake the Garden to your liking," Sue spoke in a teacherly voice as she led her sister away.

"Ira!" Vikki and Sue gasped in fright as Ira grew twelve feet tall, his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form loomed over them as the ground under their feet quaked as Ira tapped into his powers. Their eyes couldn't look away as his angelic light poured forth from his six midnight black wings, yet the light wasn't harsh to their eyes. No, the light of Heaven had been darkened, tainted, as the light particles drifted off his wings. While his reverse C-shaped horns weren't pronounced like in his other form they were still intimidating, his dark skin and tail were gone. However, that wasn't what caught their eye as Ira's darkened smoky halo hovered overed his head.

"He's so... beautiful," Sue muttered under her breath when they gazed on Ira's true angelic side. Feeling her face heat when she noted that smirk as his black angelic infused linen pants fluttered in the sweet breeze of the Garden.

"Ira, what's going...?"

"Holy..." Alyda's and Rita's words were stilled when their ruby eyes fell upon Ira's altered state. Instantly, they felt their wombs moistening as his powers washed over them.

"Sorry, Alyda, didn't mean to startle you all," Ira said, aloofly standing there, giving their minds time to let it sink in. "I was just doing a little... reordering of things."

"Ira... why... what..." Vikki's voice grew still unable to voice her question.

"Oh, this?" Seeing her nod when he gestured down his body. "Well, I can't use the power of creation as a demon. This is just what a Nephilim looks like without the demon taint, I just like my demon," Ira said, smiling down warmly at her.

"What did you do, Ira?" Alyda asked, she so wanted to make love to this side of her son.

"Oh. That. I put a barrier around your estate where your family has ultimate domain, excluding me of course, so no one will harm you here," looking down when his phone went off, "Vikki, times up, we have to head back," Ira stated reverting back to his humanoid size. "I'll be back, I'm going to build you all something... exquisite," he uttered as Vikki filled his arm.​