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"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!

Ira's eyes went wide as he felt something tearing through his midsection. Instantly he felt his vast powers leaving him and the wickedness behind that shadow growing before whatever Deception was sent him flying like he was nothing more than a rag doll to her.

"No!" Allocen screamed out in terror as she watched how Ira was so easily dispatched. Seeing the deal, he had made to free them from their torment evaporating right before her eyes.

Ira's sword fell from his grip, clanging on the asphalt of the parking lot. Smoke drifted off his body; his golden ichor poured out around him when his body slumped listlessly against the car his body had crashed into. The car's red paint could be seen through the gaping hole in Ira's stomach. His chin dropped to his chest, the light of his humanity fading from his eyes as his life flashed before them. Knowing he had failed, he failed to protect his family when they didn't know the danger they were in, both from the threat he now faced and what they were born as. A ringing grew then turned into a hum in his ears as his life gradually began to slip from his body. The years of Vikki's taunts, put-downs, and crude words played out in his mind. The night she had taken his virginity taunted him. The days and weeks that came after seemed to fade to nothing as his mind grew weak.

"Why are you playing dead?" Ira's mind was confused as it sounded so much like Samuel, yet he knew Samuel wasn't there. No. He was on his way to Greece. "Why are you still holding yourself back? You aren't mortal any longer, Ira. It's time for you to accept that. Now get the fuck up! And show that thing the man I fought alongside!"

"It's too strong," Ira said weakly in his mind.

"Bullshit! Okay, it's strong, so fucking what! So are you! Use it!"

"Don't know how," Ira mumbled as the image of the ring flashed in his mind.

"All magic is about will, Ira. Focus your will on the ring and make the bitch submit to you. Be strong; you can do this. I know you can."

"Funny for you to say, you aren't even here."

"Hey, if I wasn't twenty thousand feet in the air right now. I would be. Can't you hear them?"

"Hear who?" Ira asked, confused.

"The people praying to you, who else would I be talking about? We are inside your head, after all." Imagine Dragons 'Believer' began to play in his mind, why he couldn't say. It seemed to him his mind had a twisted sense of humor before he died.

"Father, I know you can do this; I have faith in you." Anael's prayer filled his mind, along with Cassiel's and Lailah's. Seeing in his mind that they were on his temple mount, kneeling before his shrine, with their hands folded before them.

"Dear Heavenly Father, please look after the kind angel that brought me back to life. It made my mommy and daddy very happy that he could give me life. Please God, see it in your grace that he finds happiness like he's given me." Ira heard Careline's prayer as she was knelt at the side of her bed before going to sleep earlier that day in their new home in France. Wondering why he would be getting it if it was directed at Yahweh. A flash of a crude image of his likeness in the form of a figurine appeared in his mind.

"Now get to your feet, Ira! How else are you going to woo my sister and aunt if you're dead?!"

"Oh, that's so going to happen," Ira stated in determination. The power of Fourth Heaven burned in the depths of his pupils as he felt the last stone of his shrine being laid.

Allocen's head snapped around as a pressure wave radiated out from Ira's body. Watching how the hole in his stomach rapidly sealed itself. Turning away and shielding her eyes as a red burgundy pillar erupted from the ground as Ira began his transcendence from a simple Nagdaium' (angel/demon/human), to a state of godhood. Peering over her shoulder as she noted how the shadowy image of his form slowly began to lift off the ground. Noting how the image of his tail wrapped around his legs, how his six wings extended and then folded to his front, shielding him as he began his transformation to something... more! The souls in Ira's possession began to appear in a clockwise motion a few feet in front of the pillar. Her eyes glanced down as Ira's sword dematerialized. Darting away so as not to be caught in the blast zone. Feeling the air around her beginning to hum, a sizzling spark of electricity materialized around Ira's form as he floated in the center of that pillar. Watching it grow and grow before striking wildly on the ground digging ruts through the asphalt, and destroying cars in the process.

Fighting to keep herself in the air as a hurricane vortex formed around Ira when the pillar became a shell. Even with the power of Hell at her back, it was overpowering her. Zipping to the ground and plunging her sword into the asphalt to anchor herself as Ira's power grew beyond anything she could imagine. Glancing over seeing how the Sister was also struggling to stay on her feet.

"Who are you!" Allocen shouted over the wind as she peered up at that shell that hid the being that she would soon be laying with; if they survived the night, that is.

"I. Am." Ira's voice was strong; the very essence of creation vibrated all around her as his words danced on the air. "Suriel Zol!" Ira roared. His six wings shattered the sphere that encased him as if it was made of glass. His angelic light darkened due to his choice to fall, radiated off his six wings in light particles. His reverse C-shaped horns were cloaked in darkness, the menacing nature of his demon pressed down on the world below him. It was only due to the light of his crown and halo that anyone could make out his horns, given the unnatural darkness surrounding them. The strands of his white hair floated aimlessly behind him. His jaw was clenched, his red burgundy eyes burned in his might as all three powers were fully merged into one. Although, he had to burn away most of his humanity, only leaving one-sixteenth left of his former self to house the power of Fourth Heaven within his body. Raising his right hand skyward. A bolt of lightning shot down, striking the palm of his hand, turning his hand as his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his new sword he had forged out of the plasma of that element.

The blade of her sword dug through the ground as the single flap of Ira's wings pushed her back eight yards. Her eyes were barely able to keep up with his movements as Ira zipped down from his lofty height. Hearing the Sister's scream of agony as Ira's blade cut through her form. Allocen watched in awe as Ira had the Sister overpowered. Her body shuddered in lust as she heard and felt the wickedness of his words when he had the Sister on her knees with his right hand clamped around her face.

"Yield to me?! Submit to me!" Allocen felt her cunt creaming as she watched his demon taint drifting off his eyes in a red mist. Feeling the overwhelming dread of his demon's oppression pressing down on her angel. Hearing the thrashing of his tail as it struck the pavement. "Become mine or die." Allocen had no doubt Ira had the means to destroy the Sister now. She assumed the Sister knew that too as her very being was pulled into the ring. A wicked grin spread along her lips as she dispelled her sword when Ira dropped to a knee. Her ass bounced as she sauntered up to Ira to collect her prize, knowing after that battle and transformation he would be somewhat weakened. She knew the perfect place for the Prince of Hell and Ruler of Fourth Heaven to recoup his strength -- Her bed!

Ira's eyes shot wide when Allocen shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. Her GG size breasts swayed violently, given how she had shrunk down to a humanoid size to kiss him. He couldn't help himself; his hands reached out, feeling how heavenly -- no pun intended -- they felt in his hands as he cradled them.

"Shall we retire to my castle, sire?" Allocen purred in lust as her wings folded in around Ira. It was going to happen, whether or not he wanted it.

Ira fell face-first onto his bed after he returned from Hell. His body still hummed in pain from the devices Allocen enjoys implementing during sex. He had no idea where the hell she picked up that kink, and he didn't want to know. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny he didn't enjoy making that angel cum. Wondering if... turning his head as he felt a leg brushing along the back of his when it had slipped out from under the covers.

"Come to bed, baby; mama needs to feel you pressed against me," Cora whispered in a loving tone as the light of the moon shone down upon them. Biting her lip when her son nearly leapt out of bed as he hurried to undress. Her nails skimmed along her skin as she ran her hand between the cleavage of her orbs. Her eyes savoring every inch of the man her son had grown into. Her eyes lingering on the scar on his upper right chest. Wondering how he got it. Every time she asked about it, he would either get tight-lipped or change the subject, so she stopped asking. It did get her rather annoyed that her son was keeping secrets from her. She just wished he would trust her enough to tell her everything that's been going on with him lately. "Ira?" Watching how that stilled her son as he held his unbuckled belt in his hands. The cover slid down her body as she pushed herself up on her right arm. Knowing how good she looked as the silvery light of the moon played along her body. "You know you can tell me anything, right, and I won't judge you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah," Ira uttered with a hint of nervousness.

"Then I need to tell you something," Cora stated, patting the spot before her, telling her son to sit.

"Okay, what about?" Ira asked, kicking off his boots once he had untied them. Reminding himself to call Samuel in the morning to thank him for giving him the kick in the ass he needed. Hoping that his friend's flight was uneventful.

"That I..." Stopping herself, seeing something in his eyes, it appeared to her to be fear. Fear of what she didn't know. Was it of her learning the truth? Of her rejection to him if she knew that he was an incubus? Did he fear that she would chase him from their home if she learned that Vikki was the one that turned him into one? She didn't know the answers to these questions.

"You what?" Ira prodded on with an arched eyebrow.

"That I'm in love with you," Cora said, wrapping her arms around her son's neck and leaning in passionately, kissing her son. Feeling something stirring within her as their lips melded together. Seeing the relief in her son's eyes when she pulled away. "Now come on, it's late; you can make it up to me in the morning before you go to school," she stated with a lustful smile.

"Hello, Ira," Beth cooed as she slid into her seat as the other students of Ms. Nunes' class filed in.

"Beth," Ira nodded to her, noting how her hands rested over their sleeping child.

"I've missed you," Cybil sighed once her lips left his. Her blue eyes peering at him with longing. "You should come over more often. You know we belong together," she stated, smirking at Beth's huff. Winking at him before moving off to take her seat behind him.

Ira ignored the burning glares of hate the male class members levied at him. The demon inside of him writhed in it. Strengthening his body after the fight with Deception. While he might now be officially the Ruler of Fourth Heaven, he was still partially a demon along with his angel half. Noting the look Beth was giving him as he peered at his hand, seeing how he could no longer discern what was what when they all were so harmoniously intertwined as one. Seeing the fear flooding her eyes when his eyes took on their new color as he smirked at her. Knowing even with that brief glimpse of his new self, it would give her an idea of how powerful he truly was now. Still, though, he knew it wasn't enough. Even with siphoning off the Sister's strength from the ring, it wasn't enough to hold back Yahweh or his grandmother for long. He needed more souls; he still hadn't reached the pinnacle of what his angel half could be. Noting the empty seat before him when Ms. Nunes walked into the classroom. Knowing Gabriella was still in Fourth Heaven preparing for the birth of Nanael, their daughter. Shooting Ms. Nunes a wicked smirk remembering how she looked as all those men took turns with her body.

Watching how she sauntered along the aisle, her hips swayed as her skirt hugged her hips. Seeing how she took the report he had done off the top of the stack of papers and folders, she held it in her right hand. Arching an eyebrow when he noted the 'B' that the paper earned.

"Stay after class, Mr. Roderick, and we'll discuss what you can do to earn extra credit. Otherwise, I fear you won't have the GPA to get into that college of yours," Ms. Nunes said, her finger tapping on what she had written beneath the grade she had given him. "Cybil, I expected more from you," she intoned as she laid her graded report on her desk. Smiling over her shoulder when she noted how Ira quickly ogled her ass. Not that she minded; after all, it was the ass he would be holding onto at the end of class.

It wasn't the first time Ira asked himself if a cosmic being needed to finish high school as Beth and Cybil shot Ira menacing stares when they caught him staring at Ms. Nunes' ass. He didn't understand why Beth was annoyed; he was an incubus after all. He was always horny.

"I'm hotter than she is; you don't need to stare at her, Ira, when I'm right here," Beth huffed. "After all, I am your Consort," she mouthed the last word.

"So? Jealous?" Ira teased before being told to pay attention.

"Mom, has a surprise for you; come by the house later, okay?" Beth whispered as the bell rang, ending his English class.

"Alright," Ira nodded. Wondering how Yahweh could be everywhere at once when he could barely contend with all that was going on in his life at the moment. Pondering if he should ask him the next time he and God had a chat. Shaking the weirdness of it from his mind as Ms. Nunes closed and locked the door when the last student left the room.

"Well, Ira, are you willing to earn that extra credit?" Ms. Nunes asked, reaching behind her back and lowering the zipper of her skirt. Allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing to his eyes the crotchless panties she had worn that day. Running her finger through her labia, letting Ira hear how wet she already was waiting for this moment. Sucking her finger clean as she brought it to her lips. Her heels scraped on the floor as she spun around, her hands slamming on the desk that Beth sat at, pointing her ass at him. "Come, Ira, and stick that fucking cock into this pussy of mine," Ms. Nunes stated with need, pulling on her left ass cheek flashing him her hot, wet mound before slapping it. "Get up here and make me howl like a bitch!"

Ira could only smirk as his fork tongue ran along his lips, tasting the meal to come. With a snap of his fingers, stopping time all around the world, he was going to enjoy this. He didn't want to be rushed. Hearing her gasp of want as the sound of his zipper lowered.

"This the cock you want, you hateful bitch?" Ira asked, squeezing her ass cheeks together as his cock glided through them.

"Yes," Ms. Nunes stammered in want. Feeling her mound dripping with the way he talked to her. How she so enjoyed being treated like a cheap slut. She had no clue how Ira knew about her twisted perversions, yet so very glad that he hit all the right buttons. "Don't make me beg, Ira, stick that fucking fat cock in me," she pleaded. A rumbling moan escaped her lips as Ira slipped the crown of his rod into her and proceeded to pound the ever-loving shit out of her. It was never about passion or love with Ira, just her need to get off on that big cock of his. "Yes, yes, yes!" Ms. Nunes groaned out as Ira hammered his cock home while he held onto her hair, forcing her head back. She didn't care if she got fired if they were caught. All that mattered to her was feeling that cock of his pounding her cervix. Something no one has ever done to her before, and she fucking loved it. "That's it, Ira, pound that pussy, treat me like the whore I am," she wailed as she came once again.

A stupefied smile was on her lips when her left cheek pressed down on the desk. Feeling Ira withdrawing his cock after dumping that hot load into her. She did love it when he took what he wanted from her and left her a drooling mess. Unaware at that moment, that time once again began to tick by as Ira smeared the last drop of his cum on her soiled pussy.

"You might want to get dressed before someone sees you like that," Ira stated as he shouldered his bag and unlocked the door before slipping out of it.

Ira was chatting away with Shea, Beth, and Cybil as he enjoyed his lunch. He did note the looks that were cast at him given how Beth and Cybil were among the popular crowd; he couldn't say about Shea given that she was a junior and ran in different crowds than he did before this all started. He'll admit she was very nice to talk to. However, something inside of him flew on alert as he sensed something. What that was he couldn't say since he was only omniscient in his realm. Looking over Cybil's shoulder, his eyes couldn't seem to take their eyes off of her.

Her golden flowing hair was lifted on the breeze, a blue butterfly hair clip sat high on the right side of her head. Ira had no trouble seeing how blue those eyes of hers were. Noting how fine her nose was, to how lush and kissable her lips were as they beckoned to him to experience what they would feel like upon his own. Seeing the sunlight glinting off the gold cross that dangled from its matching chain. Swallowing hard when its end teased the valley of her 38DD breasts, yearning to run his tongue through them just so he could have their taste forever engrained on his mind. Fighting himself from hardening as the upper quarter part of her bra was displayed as its thin white straps strained to hold those heavy orbs aloft when her pink sweater that was connected to the sleeves halfway down her arms, revealing their lushness to his eyes. Watching how she pushed aside the jocks, the cool, suave kids, the hunks that all got in her way. Nonetheless, her eyes never left his as she walked as if he was her goal all along. Rolling his tongue in his mouth at how alluring those tight blue jeans hugged her hips as they swayed with every stride of her legs.

"Michelle." The name left his lips in a whisper as his befuddled mind finally realized just who he was staring at. The way she lifted her chin and wore that smirk only reaffirmed what he had suspected.

"Who?" Cybil uttered, turning around to peer at who had drawn Ira's gaze. She didn't want any more competition for Ira's attention. Her jealousy rose at how stunning that woman was; she ignored everyone around her who appeared to her that she couldn't take her eyes off of her Ira. Not hearing Ira telling Beth and Shea to leave or how he whispered angel to them.

"Cybil, we should go," Beth said, quickly getting up from her seat. She was not about to tangle with an angel. She wasn't about to die that day. Not after finally making her mother proud of her and earning the highest rank in Hell that a demon could achieve.

"But why?!" Cybil asked, incensed. She wasn't about to leave Ira alone with that woman for any length of time. There was no telling what she would do to sink her claws into her Ira.

"She's having issues; could you do it for me?" Ira asked, laying on the charm.

"Okay, Ira, I'll do it for you, just for you. But you better take me out Friday," Cybil said, puffing out her cheeks at being sent away from his side.

"It's a date," Ira nodded, watching how her mood instantly brightened.

"Good, I know just what to wear, too," Cybil purred, winking at him as she rose from her seat. Shouldering her bookbag and purse, grabbing her tray before walking off with Beth and Shea. Looking back, blowing Ira a kiss, feeling her heart fluttering as that smile greeted her. Knowing now, she could get through the rest of the day. Although, she did not like how that woman so elegantly slid onto the bench beside Ira, who still sat at what had become their picnic table.

"Hello, Ira," Michelle cooed in her human disguise as she leaned on her left arm, allowing Ira to peer down the valley of her heavenly orbs. "Do you like my look?" she purred, leaning forward, noting how his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from her lips. "Do you want to kiss me, Ira, or should I say, Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven," Michelle stated, listing off his lengthy title. A sinful smile formed on her lips at the dumbfounded look on his face as Ira nodded vehemently that he so did want to kiss her. Resting her elbows on his shoulders, her forearms hooking around the back of his head as she passionately kissed Ira. Loving the feel of him on her lips after being apart for so long. Moaning into his mouth when his arms wrapped around her, pressing her chest against his own as his tongue twirled around hers as she greeted her lover and the father of her child. Opening her eyes, noting how the human males were gawking at them, namely Ira, as their kiss grew. Sinking into their embrace, not knowing the next time they would be able to see each other given his involvement with the Sisters. They knew they were on the move, yet God forbade them from interfering.

"Do you like them?" Michelle asked when she rested his hand on her left breast. Rolling his hand along it, feeling her nipple growing hard under his touch. Feeling her body heating, recounting the time they shared on the roof of one of his school buildings.

"You have to show grandpa this form," Ira said with a sinful grin. Of course, he liked them; what sane man wouldn't?

"Oh? And why's that?" Michelle asked, matching his grin. Biting her lip when Ira so blatantly pinched her nipple.

"He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you if you did like I wouldn't be able to do if we weren't currently at my school," seeing the lust flare in her eyes when he said that, "which begs the question, why are you here anyway?" Ira asked, inhaling deeply the hate that was directed at him. It was so sublime, at least it was to his demon.

"Are you not happy to see me?" Michelle asked, looking hurt.

"No, I didn't say that, so don't go putting words in my mouth," Ira said, bopping her nose, watching her cheeks heat as he did. "Just curious to know what brought you to the mortal plane unless you're here to whisk me off and have your way with me again. Something I don't mind in the slightest." Noting how the area above her breasts got a little blush to it as heat flooded her face.

"If I was?" Michelle inquired, resting her hand over his as it rested on the bench.

"I'm all for making an angel sing," Ira stated, wiggling his eyebrows. Hearing her sigh when she pressed her forehead against his.

"Sadly, I cannot, as much as I want to feel you again, I only came down to deliver a message to you before I have to return to my duties," Michelle spoke, her thumb brushed along the back of his hand.

"Oh? God isn't going to have me swallowed up by a whale, is he?" Ira joked. Loving the sound of her laughter, it was, to his mind, far better than hearing her war cry as she came for his head.

"Gabriella wanted me to deliver you a message," Michelle stated truthfully.

"What about?" Ira asked curiously.

"She wanted you to know that Nanael has been born and that your daughter is very healthy," Michelle said with a smile on her lips. "Now, I must go," she uttered in a sad tone. "I promise we'll see each other soon." Her fingertips danced along the back of Ira's hand as she rose from her seat. "Ira?" Stopping and peering back at him, smiling devilishly when she saw just where his eyes were. Grinning madly when he begrudgingly brought his gaze to her face from where it had been lingering on her ass.

"Yeah," Ira muttered after getting his tongue to work.

"Would you mind if I came to see you more often? Like this, I mean?" Michelle asked, gesturing to her human disguise.

"What, be seen hanging out with one of the hottest women I know? You're joking, right?" Ira mused, noting how red her face was getting. "Do I look insane as to pass that up?"

"You really think I'm hot?" Michelle asked with insecurity as she brushed strands of her blonde hair behind her left ear.

"Duh?! Just look around you, Michelle," gesturing to his surroundings, "have you noticed how every guy within eyesight can't take their eyes off of you? You are by far one of the hottest women they will ever lay eyes on, and they so hate me for it, too," Ira said, smirking evilly as he felt their hatred directed at him.

"And why would these humans hate you for it?" Michelle asked, feeling her cheeks heating beneath Ira's gaze.

"One: they so wish it was them who gets to kiss those lips of yours. I know I enjoy it greatly," wiggling his eyebrows, "two: they so wish they were this hand right at this moment," holding up his right hand, "because they would never wash it after feeling that heavenly pillow beneath it," Ira stated truthfully.

"You know you can touch me anytime, right?" Michelle said bashfully as she ground the toe of her shoe on the cement walkway. "You know Lailah needs another sister; maybe we could work on giving her one the next time we see each other?" she asked with hope in her voice.

"Sure, dying to feel those thighs around me again," Ira answered in a sinful tone, watching how her nipples hardened against her sweater. Feeling his demon rising wishing to know what they tasted like on his tongue.

"I promise, next time, just you and me," Michelle said, smiling sweetly at him as she walked backwards with her hands behind her back.

Sighing as Michelle disappeared around the corner, wondering where his grandmother had went off to. Even Anael couldn't tell him where she had run off too, just that his grandmother wasn't in her realm nor anywhere on Earth. Peering up at the sky, wondering if Yahweh would know. Shaking his head as he picked up his tray, he couldn't get God involved. He didn't want his grandmother to be upset with him if this was meant to be some kind of secret. Then again, he doubted she would tell him even if he asked, given that now he was opposed to her if she threatened the mortal world. He hoped and prayed that day never came; he so didn't want to have to fight his grandmother. That was the reason he never took a side. Although he couldn't deny the threat she posed, she was the Devil after all. It would be foolish of him to think she would never unleash the hordes of demons he saw when they were battling Onoskelis.

"Luci, wherever you are, be safe," Ira muttered in his mind as he stared up at the sky once again as he dumped the items from his tray into the trash can.

Upper Egypt, Old Kingdom...

Lucifer hovered in the air high above the mortals. Listening to the sounds of the city life below. The cries of their voices as they sold their wares to the people. The sounds of the hammers rang out as the pyramids rose in the distance. Her golden eyes ran over the multitude of them as the Pharaoh of the time demanded that his people build such things. Ignoring all of them, she wasn't there to sightsee. She had been following her mother's bread crumbs. She had no idea why her mother enjoyed this time period. Then again, after Yahweh had thrown her out of Heaven, they haven't spoken much even after her own fall. She couldn't remember a time when mention of her mother ever reached her ears. She wondered what her fascination with her Ira was about since Ba'al had sealed herself, along with the land of Punt, away from Yahweh and her sisters, along with the mortals of the world.

Her head shot up when she felt her father's eyes searching for her. "Shit!" Lucifer hissed, disappearing without a trace back to the modern era. Knowing she couldn't do that again, at least not for a while. One: for her, traveling through time was taxing on her powers. Two: she couldn't risk God or her sisters of that time finding her. She had no wish to start a battle with the Heavenly Host.

"You know you shouldn't have done that, Lucifer," Zophiel spoke as she stepped out from behind one of the many pillars of stone that held the roof of Lucifer's cell aloft as Lucifer's flawless backside graced her throne.

"What would you have me do, Zophiel? Allow our mother to do whatever she wants with Ira?" Lucifer asked in a harsh tone.

"You need to allow this to play out, Light Bringer," Zophiel stated, her three pairs of amethyst-colored wings sat against her back. Her feathers rustled at the mention of their mother. Given how she was the first angel in creation, she had spent an enormous amount of time with her father and mother before she was cast from Heaven. Hellfire played along her ornate gold shoulder armor that sat tightly to her body; matching gold winged bracelets adorned her wrists, mirroring her tiara that rested against her forehead.. The hands that weaved Fate rested along her swollen belly as her and Ira's daughter grew within. Knowing the time for her birthing was drawing near. She could feel how strong Azza would be, just as strong as she was. Praying that she didn't lose her to Heaven. Hoping that Azza chose to remain at her side. Although she would never deny her daughter if she wished to visit Ira, she would never do that. She just didn't want Heaven to claim her as one of their own and never be able to see her daughter.

"Why?" Lucifer asked; her elbows rested on the armrest of her throne as her fingers interweaved together as her chin rested on her thumbs. Her golden eyes shimmered in the power of Second Heaven as she stared down at the angel of Fate. Her left hand instinctively lowered and came to rest on top of Anael's head when she appeared at her side. Smiling down at her daughter when Anael stared up at her in her true Nephalem form. Her thumb brushed along Anael's forehead when she rubbed her head against the palm of her hand. Her eyes glanced over to Zophiel when a tremendous power radiated out from her womb and shook the foundations of her cage. A wicked smile formed on her lips at the thought of the first Hell-born Seraphim to grace her halls. Noting how Anael was intently looking on, knowing her sister would soon be born. Minutes if not hours if Lucifer had to guess.

"Settle down, Azza," Zophiel cooed down at her daughter.

"What have you seen, Zophiel, to tell me to allow our mother to toy with Ira?" Lucifer asked with the authority of the Ruler of Hell. Zophiel might be a Seraphim, yet all Fallen must yield to her will; if they wish to reside in Hell, that is.

"Events that must unfold as they should," Zophiel stated cryptically.

"Tell me, Zophiel?!" Lucifer demanded.

"I cannot, oh Lord of Hell," Zophiel said, standing her ground. "The fate of he who is Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven, cannot be altered by us. What he makes of his choices now will determine the fate of everything," she stated ominously. Cooing down at her child when she fidgeted in her womb at the sound of her father's name.

"What do you mean everything?! I will not allow my grandson to die!" Lucifer thundered as she surged to her feet.

"It is no longer in your power to stop it. What becomes of Suriel Zol will be of his own making; he is beyond even your grasp now, Lord of Hell," Zophiel uttered with a smirk as she peered at her younger sister. Noting how Lucifer did not like that one bit. "Do remember what happened the last time you tried to alter Fate because your son was destined to die," she warned, knowing Lucifer had a habit of trying to trick Fate. Seeing the burning anger in her sister's eyes when she glared at her.

"My, you haven't changed one bit, Zophiel," Allocen spoke, shimmering into view. The crown of her Dukedom sat against her forehead; the gold glinted in the orange-red light playing along its polished surface that dominated the space. Her fine red, the color of blood, robe flowed effortlessly along her body as she sauntered along the sand that surrounded the lake of fire that mimicked the real one below them.

"Allocen, what are you doing here?" Lucifer demanded.

"Why to inform your grace of the wonderous news, in person," Allocen said, doing an over showy bow, smirking at Zophiel as she did. Knowing that it would irk her sister to no end that she's been with Ira and she hasn't for some time.

"Oh? And what news would that be?" Lucifer asked, sinking back down onto her throne.

"That my mate, Suriel Zol, has defeated the first Sister of the Underworld, along with bequeathing me a child," Allocen said, hearing Zophiel huffing in annoyance.

"Has he now?" Lucifer mused with a wicked grin at the news.

"He has; it won't be long now, your grace, that our child will be serving Hell," Allocen said proudly, resting her hands on her stomach.

"That is excellent news, Allocen, I eagerly await what your child has to offer to me," Lucifer spoke in a firm tone. "Going somewhere, Zophiel?"

"I've said all I wanted to say, Lucifer. What you do with it is your choice to make, yet do remember your past follies when trying to alter Fate," Zophiel said from over her shoulder as she departed.

"She was always a wet blanket," Allocen intoned, getting a parting shot at her sister's fading form.

"And yet stronger than you, so it would be wise not to anger the first of us," Lucifer warned.

"But it's so fun to ruffle her feathers," Allocen chuckled wickedly.

"True," Lucifer mused. Nonetheless, the words Zophiel had spoken still had her unnerved. There were just too many unknowns for her liking, and she was not going to lose Ira, ever!

"I believe the other six rulers will be making their move soon," Allocen hinted.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm," Allocen nodded. "Even as we speak, Apollyon, Belial, along with Samael, Gadreel Kokabiel, Mephistopheles are preparing to make their approach towards Suriel Zol," she stated, relaying what she and her sisters had discussed after she had laid with Ira.

"I see; why so suddenly?" Lucifer asked, leaning on her right hand. Remembering the battles she and Allocen had fought side by side in.

"Do you have to ask, your grace?" Allocen uttered, waving towards Anael. "We Fallen must move quickly if we are to have any hope of countering those of the Host that has sought his bed. While Anael is indeed strong, I don't say this to insult you or your daughter, your grace. Yet, she isn't enough. Not if Father sends his Host down upon us. We need to increase our ranks. We already lost too many when our foolish sisters rebelled against us," she said, referring to the Onoskelis crisis.

"And what do you propose to elevate our reduced numbers?" Lucifer asked curiously.

"Kidnap the Lord of Atlantis, of course," Allocen answered in a wicked tone.

"And pray tell, how would you go about that? Assuming you survive Suriel Zol's might," Lucifer spoke, laying a hand on Anel's shoulder when she felt her daughter's anger rising.

"Hmm... good question," Allocen hummed as she dropped her chin into her hand. She knew she was no match for him now. Neither were the other six, so she knew they had to be crafty to lure Suriel Zol to Hell. Of course, they wouldn't keep him there forever, just long enough for them to all become pregnant at least twice.

"Yes, do go on." Ira's voice filled the sulfur-laced air as he appeared leaning against a pillar. Not enjoying how his grandmother was allowing Allocen to plot his kidnapping. While he might only stand twelve feet tall to their twenty feet. There was no mistaking the fear he saw in Allocen's eyes when she quickly turned around. "Do try," Ira growled, his power shimmered along his red burgundy eyes. Turning his head when Anael instantly appeared at his side. Stroking the back of her head when she wrapped her arms around him when she snuggled up to him. "Hello, Anael."

"Hello, Father," Anael sighed, her angelic half so very happy to see him.

"Are you behaving?" Ira asked, knowing how foolish that question was when, after all, she was the daughter of the Devil.

"Nah-uh," Anael uttered with a mischievous grin.

"Seems a spanking is in order then," Ira stated, reaching down and swatting Anael's ass.

"Another," Anael whimpered. It was a very strange sensation to her, yet she wanted more. "Thank you, Father," she whispered in want, feeling her body heating, her fingers curling around his shirt as she felt his hand on her body.

"Know this, Allocen," turning his attention back towards her, "you move against me; I will destroy you and any who join your little plan. Do I make myself clear?" Ira asked in a stern tone. His voice caused the very molecules of Hell to vibrate as his power flowed along it.

"Forgive me, your lordship?!" Allocen groveled as she dropped to a knee. Earning her an arched eyebrow from Ira, he was not expecting to be called a Lord, at least not from a Fallen angel. "It wasn't my intention for my words to sound sinister to you. Yet, my sisters' plight and our realm weigh heavily on me. You can understand that, can't you?" she spoke, lifting her chin. Trying not to wet herself as his demon's oppression pressed down on her shoulders. Feeling the vastness of his power dwelling within those eyes of his. Knowing he would have no trouble in fulfilling his promise.

Seeing the loving light in Anael's eyes as he brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek before moving past her. "Leave us; I'll deal with you later," Ira said, waving Allocen off.

"Yes, of course," Allocen said, instantly disappearing, eager to be as far away from his wrath as she could get.

"Rather devilish of you, Ira," Lucifer mused with a lustful smile on her lips as she reclined in her throne. "Tell me, what brings you to my domain, oh, Lord of Fourth Heaven?" she asked, loving how that just rolled off her tongue.

"Where have you been?" Ira demanded, walking up towards the edge of the lake.​