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"Text me later, I want to know about this Samuel," Vikki demanded peering back at her family.

"Come closer." How her body shuddered at how sensuous those two word sounded. Her body heated as his wings slowly encased her.

"Oh, you know about Samuel?" Rita's voice caused Vikki to snap her head to the right of her. "Shall I tell you about how that vampire felt under my touch...?" The last thing Vikki heard was her sister's laughter before they suddenly reappeared in Ira's bedroom. The moment he reverted back to being human Vikki placed a passionate kiss on Ira's lips. Wondering how he knew she worried about Bridgett's safety if word of what she was got out.

"There you are," Bridgett said, shaking the illusion from her eyes when she appeared in Ira's doorway. "Honey, how about just you and me tonight, and relax in my room," she uttered, eager to spend a quiet night alone.

"Love, if I ever turn down a chance to spend a moment with you, it must be a dream," Vikki said, swaying her hips alluringly as she left Ira's side. "Night, Ira, thanks for the talk." Giving him a little wave and blowing him a kiss after she got in her own kiss with Bridgett.

"Night, bro, thanks for making the effort," Bridgett spoke in a warm sisterly voice before her gaze was commanded by Vikki's swaying ass.

"No problem, sis." Turning his head when he heard knocking on his window.

"Mor's mate is pleased to see Mor, yes?" Mor asked, once Ira rolled up the window.

"Very," Ira said, welcoming Mor in. Closing and placing a barrier on the door so they wouldn't be heard, sensed, or disturbed.

Ira was eating his lunch alone, like usual. His eyes noting the hate the male students, and a few teachers, directed at him. Why so much hate for one boy, you might ask? Simple. Beth had shown up that day with a slight belly bump, no one believed it... at first. That was until Cybil and Kristin (Gabriella's human disguise), both backed up her claim referring to how she and Laura caught the three of them in the old storage building. Which, as you can imagine, earned Ira the glares that made him wonder if he would be burning at the stake if this was the Middle Ages. Not that it would kill him, would be amusing to watch. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he chewed his bite of pizza. Drinking his fill of the hate that was directed at him. He was a demon after all, if you were a clever incubus, like he was, then you can learn how to survive on other things besides sex, at least until their next feeding.

When Ira didn't deny that the child was his he only poured gas on the flames of hate. Sighing contentedly at the meal on the air. His eyes glanced over as this rather stunning black female teenager slid onto the bench seat diagonally across from him. Ira pondered if she had a pair of sweet Hersey's kisses beneath that top. Noting how her eyes were trying to see his form.

"Something I can help you with?" Ira asked, after wiping his lips.

"I think you've met my mother." Her ruby eyes peered at him before returning to their deep chocolate color. Her soft giggle filled the air as Ira choked on his drink. "She's hot isn't she?"

"Wait?! That was your mother?" Ira stammered.

"Yeah, when succubi reached their twenty-fourth year they are forever locked in that body. Didn't you know that? Oh." Her sweet alluring voice was on the air when Ira shook his head. "I can see why, you would have, if you weren't... Nagdaium'."

"So... what brings you to my table?"

"I noticed a rather sweet aroma on the air, only to find you at the center of it," licking her lips at the meal, "would you mind?"

"First, introductions are in order," Ira stated, flashing her a flirtatious smile when her cheeks heated.

"Forgive me, I'm Shea," holding out her hand to him, "would you mind if I joined you?"

"Sure, help yourself. So back to my question," Ira uttered with a knowing smile.

"So the tales are true, you're shielded from..." Her gasp was caught in her throat as she got a true look at his Nagdaium form.

"It's not shielding, you're just," rolling his hand not to be rude, "so let's cut to the chase. What did your mother order you to do?"

"She heard you were making deals, and wondering if you would make one with her," Shea said, breathing out a sigh when he was listening patiently.

Reaching across the table, gesturing to her to give him her hand. Lightly placing his seal that would burn blue in the palm of Shea's hand. "Tell her to toss it in a fire, and we'll see if her offer is as interesting as it sounds," seeing her nod of understanding, "now that that unpleasant business is out of the way. You're free to stay and enjoy the elixir if you want." Ira said, pointing to the air. "So why haven't I seen you at the club?"

"You've seen Mom? Asmodan?"

"Yeah, and, they're hot, you're hot," Ira said, stating the obvious. "You shouldn't let that stop you." Glancing up when the bell for sixth period rang. "Nice meeting you Shea, maybe we'll see each other again," he spoke in a kind voice as he gathered up his soiled paper plate. Knowing where he was going to have to go after school.

"Hey, Mom, yeah it's me," Shea spoke into her phone as her eyes fell on Ira's departing back. "He gave me something to give you. I hope you have what he wants. He isn't like what you said he was, at least not any longer. Be careful, Mom, okay? I have to get to class." Sliding her phone into her pocket wondering if he still went to the club.

Later that day...

Nodding along to 'Paint it Black' in his head as Ira knocked on the red door of Emily's (Asmodan's Earthly name), front door of her earthly home. Thinking back to how his grandmother gasped in surprise when he showed her his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form. He got to know his grandmother rather well when his own angelic essence touched hers. It also brought on a different type of orgasm in his grandmother, Ira wasn't saying the other one was bad, this was just different. Either way his grandmother didn't seem to mind it.

"Ira!" Beth gasped in shock and fear. She knew she was no match for him, she never was.

"Hello, Beth, let's have a chat you and I, hmm?" Ira hummed out his question.

"Sure, Ira, come in," Beth stated welcoming him into their home given his new title.

"Summon your mother from wherever she is," Ira commanded stepping into their home. Not bothering to hide what he was as he stood in his Nagdaium' form in their living room, his upper pair of black feathered wings rustled while he hid the other two.

"Of course, Ira, give me a moment," Beth stammered, feeling her demon quivering in fear and lust around him. Knowing that this was the day, the day she and her mother would come to find their place in the Halls of Hell. Seeing him nod before she teleported to her mother's tower. Rushing into her mother's throne chamber, listening to the clambering of the imps as they rushed to flee her presence.

"Beth what's...?" Beth said nothing, the only action she took was to reach out and take hold of her mother's hand before the two of them disappeared. "What the hell..."

"Shh..." Beth hissed sternly, her demonic energies flaring in her eyes. "Ira is here, he wants to see us." Seeing her mother's understanding in her eyes.

"Very good, Beth, very good. Okay, ask the Prince if he wouldn't mind waiting so we can slip into something a little more relaxing to meet royalty in," Asmodan said, knowing exactly what dress to wear.

"Yes, Mom," Beth said, bathing in her mother's praise. Quickly scurrying out of her mother's bedroom, her feet danced with merriment on the hallway floor as she approached the stairs. "Hey, Ira?!" she called out to him from the shadow of the stairwell.

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind waiting a moment, mother wants to look presentable to our Prince?" Beth uttered not letting on she would be changing as well.

"Sure," Ira answered, wondering how an already hot woman, gets well... hotter.

"You ready?" Asmodan asked, as her daughter tugged at the hem of the purposely torn shirt. Showing off her 32A breasts, her ruby eyes ran down her daughter's demonic form. Wondering what else Ira could do if he could awaken her daughter's slumbering powers. Her hands resting on her stomach. Alyda might have beaten her out of being the Prince's Consort first. Yet their children will be stronger than theirs she would see to it.

"Yeah," smiling to herself, knowing this was the mini skirt Ira always liked, "I'm ready," Beth said, with a nod.

However, the moment Asmodan crossed the threshold of the living room she was ensnared in a grip even she couldn't break. Her gaze was forced to peer at him, compelling her ruby eyes to gaze at him in his Nagdaium' form. His demonic power pressing down on her, telling her to yield, to submit, while the angelic fire in his bonfire colored eyes told her Ira would have no trouble casting her essence to the sulfur winds of Hell. She watched with trepidation as Ira's crown materialized foretelling who he was.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt her," Ira spoke up when Beth started to speak. "Had to prove to you working against me wouldn't do you any good. Since you carry my child and the danger that means..." Instantly they were cast into complete darkness with only Ira's angelic light to be their guide. An evil, wicked, soul curling chill ran up Asmodan's and Beth's spines at the feel of the approaching demons. Demons stronger than anything they had ever encountered. "Bolvaril, Rogthakel." The names rang out in a thunderous clash.

"You summoned us, Father." Asmodan's eyes flew wide at the sight of Bolvaril, she knew who Ira had laid with. The blood soaked hair of her victims supported her left breast from what see could tell in the faint light. Swallowing hard as that demon, with an angels face, grinned wickedly at her. Her eyes flickered over as the second child of Mor stepped to the edge of that faint light to the left of Ira. Her eyes ran down the three foot long ebony horn that was where her eyes and nose would be, transitioning into a human face. Seeing the angelic trace of their father illuminating the base, as the same material made up the rest of the demon's head while her ethereal hair floated behind her.

"You two are to guard these two, see that nothing happens to them. Only kill things that are after their lives, understood?" Ira spoke in a commanding, powerful voice.

"The ones that we are?"

"Do as you please, Rogthakel," Ira spoke looking to the left of him. He got to know his children with Mor after Vikki had left his room.

"Yes, Father, we'll ensure the Consorts are kept safe," Bolvaril said, before she and Rogthakel sank back into the darkness.

Beth's heart raced in fright as the room was filled with light again. Looking around wondering where those demons were, pondering why they would need such protection if they were just Consorts to the Prince of Hell. Her blue-green eyes glanced back to Ira as he approached her.

"So in order to protect my growing child in you, I give you a key that will allow you entrance to my domain," Ira spoke mater-of-factly as he held out a silver key to Beth.

"Huh?"

"Has the news not made it around Hell yet? Here," sending a telepathic message when the palms of his hands pressed against their foreheads, uploading the information on New Atlantis into their mind, "we all caught up? Good," Ira nodded, when he saw their knowing looks. "Beth, just because your my..."

"I know, I get that," Beth nodded, "I'm just happy you let me fuck you," wrapping her fingers around the key.

"And you." Beth's eyes flew wide as her mother produced a wail so demonic the fake flowers in the vase wilted. "Oh, you like that do you?" Ira uttered as his matured incubus powers, along with his Nephilim light danced along Asmodan's jaw when he ran a single black feather along it.

"Yes!" Asmodan screamed out as she came very hard for the second time. "Please, my Prince, forgive my transgression." Her body arched, her jaw moved yet no sound came forth, her head rolled to the left as the purest bliss flooded her body when that feather danced down her right cheek. Never in her long years has she felt something so... sublime. Asmodan noted the wicked glee in Ira's eyes as he took enjoyment from her pleasurable torture. Watching how his forked tongue danced along that feather. Knowing the many nights of sheer delight she was going to experience under his hand. "Please, Ira, give me release," Asmodan pleaded, feeling her juices dripping onto the floor.

"You realize I was going to choose you, right?" Ira asked, his demon was enjoying Asmodan's whimpers. "I liked fucking you, and I know you liked it too. No more of your schemes against Alyda or her family, are we clear on this?"

"Yes, Ira, I understand, I promis..." Asmodan moaned into Ira's mouth as he kissed her with the fire of the Devil.

"Raphaela lasted eighteen hours before cumming, let's see how many you have in say an hour."

"You dirty..." Her moan cut off her voice as his feather began to explore every inch of her body when Ira took hold of Beth's hand and led her out of the room.

Later that night...

Ira looked oddly around the rather, spacious bedroom, with his hands behind his back. He wondered when Shea's mother would use it to call him. For his first summoning it was a rather strange experience. Noticing blue flames that were burning in the bronze bowl that sat atop his angelic sigil in blood, he really didn't want to know where she got the other items that adorned the makeshift altar on top of her dresser.

"The ritual to summon you... well... there isn't really one." Came a smooth silky voice floating on an air of cinnamon. "So I just threw together some things needed to summon such a high-level... what are you?"

"Nagdaium'. Your daughter said you had a deal for me. Speak!" Ira's voice thundered, his halo glowed, the Crown of his birthright and Fourth Heaven burned with intensity, his six wings unfurled, he so enjoyed watching demons jump when he spoke to them in his altered state. His demon did enjoy the fear in their eyes when he was in both forms.

"For your seed, I offer you one hundred thousand dollars."

"Okay, I'm listening," Ira stated instantly shrinking to his humanoid size and helped Shea's mother to a seat. "You sure you can handle the danger of raising a child sired by me on your own? Is it wise?" he asked, after listening to terms of the deal.

"Danger? I don't understand what you mean?" Her brown eyes held confusion in them, her braids brushed across her chest when she looked up at him.

"While, yeah, I am a Prince of Hell, but I'm much more," Ira stated, his bonfire colored eyes glowed eerily as he tested the limits of his power when his shrine was almost completed. "Well, whether you want my protection or not the child must spend two hours in my realm after today."

"Why?"

"So the angel side of the child can grow strong, and upon reaching twenty-four he or she will serve in my legion," Ira stated letting her know what was to come of the child. "Do you understand the risks in carrying the child of Suriel Zol, Ruler of Atlantis, that is the Fourth Heaven, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, entails?"

"Yes."

"And you still wish to make this deal with me?" Ira asked, with an arching eyebrow.

"Very much so."

"I suppose you have a name?" Ira asked, with a coy smirk, knowing her daughter had that habit.

"Matilda Banks." Her brown eyes followed after Ira as he walked over to the small closet door where she kept the items needed to keep her Earthly home clean. Shaking her head when Ira asked if that door led to anything important. Watching those glowing lines appearing on her door as Ira began to draw along its surface. What that was she couldn't say, the sigils weren't anything she recognized. Then noted how Ira tapped a silver key on the doorknob three times before turning to her.

"Then come, Matilda Banks, and enter the realm of Atlantis," Ira said, holding out his hand to her.

Ira was enjoying a chicken sandwich for his lunch time meal. He might not need to eat any longer given what he was, yet he enjoyed the act. Plus, he wasn't going to give up pizza! Their love affair was going too strong for him to simply pull up stakes. As he was about to reach in for a salty, plain potato chip, something prickled his angelic side. A warm, soft smile formed when he felt who it was. "You two might want to leave," Ira said, looking at Beth along with Shea who decided to have lunch with him

"Why?" Shea asked, not used to being asked to leave.

"Metatron approaches. An angel," Ira said, sighing at their blank looks at the mention of her name, yet angel had them hopping to.

"Ira, will I see you there today, Mom wants you to see how our place is turning out," Beth uttered, not hiding her smile when he nodded.

Seeing the two of them dashing off, looking around, trying to keep his unease hidden as time in that open space seemed to stop. "Hot," Ira muttered as he gazed up. Three pairs of wings extended as she appeared before him. Her light red hair held in a tight ponytail trailed down her back, while a curtain of her locks draped down the left side of her face. The wind gently lifting those silken strands revealing her golden eye that laid hidden behind it. Her immense breasts bounced in the royal purple fabric that held them, straining to contain her voluptuous size. Her gold nipple chain glinted as the sun's rays struck its surface. The same royal purple cloth wrapped three fourths of the way around her waist, held secured to her hips by a gold braided chain leaving her right leg exposed and doing very little to hide her angelic mound from view as it fluttered. Seeing that sultry light in her eyes when she gazed down at him. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, Metatron, but what're ya doing on Earth?" Ira asked, the moment her bare feet touched the Earth.

"I thought we might have a chat, without ruining your limited time to eat," Metatron spoke, her pearl white feathers fluttered as she sauntered towards him.

"Ah, thanks for that," Ira said, seeing the blushing of her cheeks. "What about..." The moment he spoke those words a pair of arms wrapped lovingly around his neck.

"Hello, Father." One of the sexiest voices he's ever heard in his life as that hot, soft breath filled his ear. "Before you see me, know my decision wasn't easy for me, I hope you aren't disappointed in me." Ira looked to Metatron seeing the look in her eyes when she peered at the person at his back. His eyes darted around as the material plane dissolved around him and that little spot that God had chosen in New Atlantis formed around him.

"Grandpa?" Ira muttered before taking another bite of his sandwich. "Go on, it's good, you made it, didn't you?" he teased as he offered his grandfather one.

"Interesting experience," Yahweh mused as he chewed.

"I have to show you ice cream," Ira said, stepping up to his grandfather's side. "So... what's the deal with the reach around?" He always wondered how much he could get away with, with speaking to Yahweh so crudely.

"I thought the whole family should be here," Yahweh spoke turning to his left and summoning Metatron with a wave.

"Come, Rikbiel," Ira's bonfire eyes glanced to the right as Metatron held out her arm as he took another bite of his sandwich. "Come, and properly greet your father." The moment Rikbiel stepped out, he was already hard. Now Ira could understand why Peter and James acted like his grandfather said they did. Her halo burned brightly above her light red hair the same as her mother's was held back by her gold winged taira depicting her standing in the first order. Her golden eyes stared at him waiting for him to say something. He knew if she stood at the center of his school's gym and the bleachers were full of every male staff member and student there wouldn't be a dry seat in the house with the way she bit her light pink lip. Ira noted the six wings, he would have thought she would be of a Throne class given he was a Dominion class angel when she was conceived. Not this Cherubim class of angel he was looking at.

"I had to make a little adjustment to the power scale for Nephilim that are born from these unions. Those born from the Seraphim will fall somewhere on the first order but never above their mothers, depending on how much power they hold on to when they awaken," Yahweh spoke as if he had read his mind.

"Yeah, understandable," Ira muttered low knowing firsthand the power the Seraphim wielded. "But grandpa, don't you think she's too ungodly hot?" he whispered as he leaned into him.

"I..." Clearing his throat, brushing off the invisible lint from his robe.

Ira just smiled; he did enjoy getting Yahweh to show his perverted side. However, during it all Ira hadn't taken his eyes off Rikbiel. He knew what she had already chosen, the sight of her bright halo was the giveaway. That wasn't a problem to him, he had figured some of his angelic children would return to the heavenly host, as some of the children of the Fallen would side with his grandmother, yet all would answer his call. However, Anael, Cassiel, Lailah were different, in the fact they sided with him, why they were able to move freely about his realm. The purple cloth of her angelic robe, bordered in gold, with angelic script along it, seemed rather fitting for her.

"It's a pleasant surprise seeing you in this mood Father," Metatron spoke, stepping into his and Yahweh's private pavilion, the sweet trumpet vines hung down from the dogwood arbor above them.

Ira noted how anxious she was given how he hadn't said anything to her yet, when she took Metatron's outstretched hand. Wondering how fast Seraphim children matured as Rikbiel stepped onto the smooth, rich marble tile.

"Greetings father, Father," Rikbiel greeted bowing her head to Ira and then Yahweh. "I know my sister serves the Horned one, and you, I was pray..."

"It's cool, Rikbiel," Ira interrupted her. "You are still human, you have free will, I wouldn't make you choose in doing something your morality can't do. But you're my daughter, I know what it's like having both dualities within you. It's a hard struggle. Plus I think you wanted to stay with your mom," he said, in a teasing fatherly voice seeing her reddening face. "I mean who wouldn't?" Ira stated flashing Metatron a flirtatious smirk. "You'll keep an eye on her?" he asked, looking over at his grandfather who nodded. "Good enough for me, how about we take a walk... you still have time on Earth stopped right?" Looking at Metatron who nodded that she did. "We'll talk soon, okay?"

"Look forward to it, bring this ice cream you spoke of," Yahweh said, in a caring grandfatherly voice waving to Ira as the three of them departed.

"Ira, might I..."

"Oh, right, you don't have to worry about the trees, if you want to walk around in your angelic forms, go ahead, the space around us will just enlarge to accommodate your size," Ira said, growing into his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form to show them.

"You definitely are the child of the Light Bringer," Metatron sighed happily as she looked up at his angelic face.

"Keep an eye on her will you," Ira said, as Rikbiel grew into her Cherubim form.

"Why?" Metatron inquired from her twenty foot height.

"Because grandpa is a dirty old man," Ira said, truthfully. Noting how Metatron was biting her lip not to smile. "And Rikbiel inherited your looks," seeing his daughter growing still and heat began to flood her face, "she's just..." Ira's voice trailed off letting Rikbiel ponder on what he meant. "So tell me, what was Heaven like when you first saw it?" Ira spoke from over his shoulder leading them on through his Garden.

"Sounds neat." His voice was adrift on the air as they came to a little secluded grove that over looked the still ongoing construction of the temple for Yahweh. "Rikbiel?"

"Yes, father." Metatron smiled at her daughter when she answered Ira's call. While her daughter might serve Heaven, she was still her father's child.

"Can you do me a favor, keep an eye on that for me?" Ira stated pointing out to the temple. "I can't... well you know." Rolling his hand, seeing her nod in understanding,

"I'd be happy to, father," Rikbiel said, with a firm nod.

"You know, I've met Zophiel," Ira said, watching his daughter flying towards the temple.

"Oh." Ira looked over when Metatron's voice became hard.

"And Seraphina." Taking a side step from her when her angelic powers burned his skin.

"So... what is to become of me?" Metatron asked, those golden eyes of hers held her anger and her fear of going back to the way it was.

"You think I'm going to stop fucking you?" Shaking his head when Metatron did the cutest, pouting nod he has ever seen. "Are you crazy? You think I'm going to stop having sex with you, you have to be if you thought that," Ira teased, smiling at her blushing cheeks. "But I better get back," he said, knowing his temple mount was nearing completion. He could feel it; with every laid stone his power grew. Knowing he still had a long way to go to be a match for Yahweh but it would give him pause long enough to hold off his angels for a time along with his grandmother's forces.

"Hey, Ira," Bridgett greeted wondering why she was starting to see things when she was around Vikki. She had thought she might have seen something with her brother, but so far that hasn't happened again.

"Yeah, what can I do for you Brig?" Ira replied from his reading chair, going over the Testament of Solomon to prepare for what was to come.

"You remember that club?" Bridgett inquired, strolling into his room. "That S&M club?" Ira retorted with a pointed look.

"Well... yeah, but I was thinking more of the other part of it,

you wouldn't mind coming with us tonight. You did enjoy us dancing the first time didn't you?" Bridgett asked, in a bashful light.

"It... was an interesting night," Ira nodded along. "When did you think of leaving?"

"Say, three hours?" Bridgett asked, with hopefulness in her eyes.

"Sure, but if I'm going then Vikki has to wear that sexy, tight, blue dress of hers," Ira stated, seeing the hungry light of knowing in his sister's eyes when he mentioned the dress.

"I'll tell her." The way his sister was acting when it came to Vikki, made him wonder if she'd already made her choice even if she didn't know it yet. "Do you mind if I take a peek," Bridgett spoke gesturing to Ira's closet.

"No, go ahead," Ira said, wondering how she would take the selection. After all, it was the woman, or demon he came to learn that helped to pick out the selection. Given how Vikki shopped there before going to the club, and oddly enough, his sister did as well on the days Vikki didn't. A warm smile curved his lips at his sister's joyful squeal emitted from his closet. Knowing she'd found the pair of boots the sales demon pointed out that his sister wanted. Sitting back enjoying how his sister's head snapped back to him. Seeing that devilish light in her eyes as he leaned on his left elbow. Setting the book aside making his sister see it as something else as he waited for the show to begin.

"Ira, please, please, can I have them?" Bridgett pleaded, in a sexy pout as her hands rested on the armrests of his chair. Giving her 36B breasts a little shake as she leaned over him.

"Anything in particular, you're referring too?" Ira asked, enjoying the show she was giving.

"The boots, Ira, you got them for me didn't you? Did Vikki tell you about it?"

"Something like that, sure, I did get them for you after all."

"You're the best!" Bridgett squealed in delight running back to the closet and picking out the choice pieces and laid them hurriedly on his bed. Before she ran back and plucked her present off the floor and grabbed one of his shirts. "I'm borrowing this!" she stated before dashing out of his room in delight. Her mirth filled the hallway as she raced towards her room.

"You better be taking me on my own date, young man," Cora said, in a teasing, stern motherly voice when she placed her hands on her hips as her children went to enjoy the night.

"Sure, Mom, tomorrow it's just you and me," Ira spoke as he lightly pulled on the lapels of his leather jacket to look the part.

"I hope you can move your hips on the dancefloor, they can't be the only ones you dance in public with," Cora muttered turning her head away when her son stepped up to her. "No amount of kisses is going to get you off the hook, mister," she said sternly, yet couldn't help but feel the corners of her lips lifting. Softly mewing when Ira began to kiss along her neck. Wondering if this was his incubus powers or just the skills he has gained in seducing women.

"Tomorrow, just you and me, I promise," Ira whispered heatedly into his mother's ear feeling her tremble as he did.

"Since you promised," Cora said sweetly, returning her son's affection. Wondering if she should tell him, tell him that she knows everything. That he didn't have to hide who he was from her. That she wanted to experience it with her son. She didn't care if he was an incubus. All that mattered was what she was feeling in her heart as the front door closed behind him.

"Damn bro, you couldn't do that before!" Bridgett joked as they left the club that night as the hour of eleven ticked by.

"I had help," Ira mused, not letting on he just learned how to dance like that the moment they arrived. "Got to say, Vikki, if those nipples were any harder they'd cut right through that dress," he teased, making her human and demon side blush which to his eyes wasn't hard to miss. Ira thought it was rather cute.

"I can't help it, you try not getting aroused with the two people you love staring at you so lewdly," Vikki spoke in a sweet voice as she looked away when she and Bridgett walked on either side of him.

"Oops, hold on for a minute," Ira said, feeling his phone vibrating violently in his pocket now that the bass of the club wasn't drowning it out. "Hello?" He answered, seeing Bridgett and Vikki moving off a few feet to give him privacy.

"Hello, my Prince." Alyda's sweet alluring voice came over the line.

"Oh, hey, Alyda, how's it going? Everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, my sweet, darling, son. Our baby is growing healthy. But that's not why I'm calling," Alyda said, peering out the glass doors of her balcony. "I was wondering if you heard about the exabit in New York"

"Yeah, I have, heard it was going to be awesome," Ira stated, glad to have something normal to speak about for once.

"Would you like to be my date?"

"What? And pass up the chance to take a sexy woman out? Have you been drinking?" Ira teased, listening to Alyda's giggle on the other end.

"So... that's a yes?" Alyda asked, with baited breath. She knew he had done something, at least in regards to Asmodan, she didn't know what that was, or want to know, yet she couldn't be prouder of her daughter in finding Ira.

"Of course, it's open all week, from what I've seen," Ira said, ignoring how his sister was looking at him and the questioning look in Vikki's eyes. For an immortal he did feel rather childish in the way he was acting. Yet when does anyone get to go on a date with every single female member of that family?

"I was thinking of the opening night." Knowing he had three days to prepare for it. He so wasn't going to look shabby, not if Alyda was going to be his date. He wasn't going to pass up this chance for something normal in his life.

"Sure, I'd love to go."

"Excellent! I'm pleased to hear that, then it's a date. My Prince, might I visit you on your temple mount?"

"Have I ever said no to having your thighs around me?" Feeling Vikki's volatility burning into his skin when he said that.

"Mmm... you better not keep me waiting."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Ira stated, pocketing his phone after they said their goodbyes.

"So, a date, with your future mother-in-law," Bridgett said, in this rather amused, coy grin.

"Yeah, why not, Alyda is hot," Ira said, stating the obvious.

"Hmpf!" Vikki huffed turning her nose up.

"What, you're hot, too!" Ira said, flashing her a smirk when she peered at him from the corner of her eye. However, that mirth filled atmosphere was short lived as Ira sensed something in the darkness. Hearing Vikki's gasp from behind him as he stepped in front of them with his back to them in his humanoid Nagdaium form. "Anael!" Ira shouted knowing he couldn't keep whatever was hiding in the darkness from harming his sister, it was just too strong for that.

"You called for me, Father?" Anael spoke the light of pride, knowing he was calling on her more and more at fulfilling his orders, filled her eyes.

"See that the two of them are taken home, safely," Ira stressed the last word. "Keep watch over them while I deal with this." Turning around, knowing Vikki wanted to say something and how his sister was trying to come to terms with what she was seeing. "Sorry, Bridgett," placing his hand before her face and putting his sister to sleep and erasing his involvement in this night from her mind, "keep an eye on her, it might be soon," Ira whispered ominously to his daughter.

"Yes, Father, I'll see to it personally," Anael nodded firmly, before dashing over to Vikki who was holding Bridgett's unconscious body in her arms.

"Sorry, for ruining date night," Ira said apologetically, before the three of them faded from view.

Clenching his fist when, feeling his demon being pulled upon as the ring of Solomon heated against his finger. Knowing it had to be one of the Sisters, he had just hoped he would have the time to have his shrine completed before he faced off with one of them. Yet it appeared they had other plans.

"I am Deception!" Ira huffed in pain as something from the shadows struck him square in the stomach tossing him backwards into the side of a parked car. "The first star of seven, together we..."

"Yeah, don't care," Ira growled filling the parking lot in his angelic light. His body blurred as he moved at speeds that very few mortals could see as her wail of pain was caught in his ears. However, he wasn't expecting whatever the Sisters were to catch the blade of his sword barehanded. Even with his sight, Ira could not pierce the shroud of shadow that cloaked her body.

"Your God isn't here to help you, little angel."

Ira screamed out in pain, as her power sent him flying backwards. Slumping to the ground, smoke rising from his body as his skin sizzled at the ungodly power that had overwhelmed his own.

"But I am!" Came a commanding tone as Hellfire erupted from the pavement between him and the Sister. There in that hellish light floated a being oozing power as her wings sent a torrent of wind directly at the Sister. That sliced open her body but the pavement as well. "You stand before, Allocen!" Her heavenly voice was full of her angelic might along with the power of the dukedom she commands in Hell. Through his blurry eyes, Ira noted she did not wear one scrap of clothing on her body! "Can you stand, Suriel Zol?" Allocen asked, her golden eye peered over her shoulder when his own wouldn't leave that fine, shapely ass of hers.

"Yeah, I was just taking in the sight before me," Ira flirted, not letting on how painful that was. It wasn't as bad as when Raphaela stabbed him with her spear, it still hurt, nonetheless.

"Oh?! See anything you like?" Allocen asked, her dark raven hair floated on the breeze as her mountainous OO breasts loomed over him from her twenty foot tall height.

"A little too much," Ira mumbled not seeing the smirk on Allocen's lips. "How about we put this thing in the ground and then we'll discuss why you don't have anything on."

"Why not show off the goods, hmm? You're going to be inside of me soon." Ira didn't like how she said the word soon. "But you are correct, business first." With that they both struck out, using their combined might against the first Sister of the Underworld. Allocen cried out in pain as Deception sent her flying after their minutes of struggle against one as powerful as the Sisters. His foot sank into the pavement, his massive arms trembled as he tried to overpower her, yet her hand simply ran along the blade of his sword without harming her own self. That only told him one thing: he was so screwed!​