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"Allah! If this is real, then whatever you want, I will do!" she shouted up at her ceiling.

"You think this is a servant of God? No. Nor am I a servant of the Devil. I serve Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven." She was about to toss it away, thinking this was some trick of the Devil. Only to find the paper sticking to her hand. "You called for my Father; I have answered your prayer. Do you not wish for this man to see the burning fires of the Pit? My Father can give this to you, for a price."

"I will not sell my soul to a demon!"

"Has God, or Allah as you call him, done anything? Have his angels rained down their holy fire on the man? Or is he still there misusing his power, his wealth, to do whatever he wants in the name of God? My Father will give you a far better deal than you will ever get from the Devil. The angels will not seek to alleviate your pain. My Father can, and he will if you wish it. Would you rather continue to live in your anger, your hate, and end up where the man belongs? I know your soul. You're a good, pious mortal. However, your anger, your hate will lead you to a place you care not to experience."

"What are you?!" she screamed at the paper.

"I've told you what I am. I'm a servant of my Father, Suriel Zol."

"He's a demon..."

"What my Father is, is not important. What's important is that he can give you the peace you seek. Is that not worth the price? Did you think taking the man's soul and sending him to Hell would be for free? Everything has a price, Anabia Afzal. The question that you must ask yourself is: are you willing to pay it?" Gasping in fright at the sight of her name on that very, very strange piece of paper. "What will it be, Anabia Afzal? Will you continue to wallow in your pain, or will you seek to bring that man the vengeance he so rightly deserves? You aren't the first, nor will you be the last woman he has preyed upon. Are you willing to allow others to suffer as you have at his hand?"

"What must I do?!" Anabia spoke, if this was real, not some trick. Then Allah help her, she would seek out this Suriel Zol so long as she doesn't find her immortal soul in the fires of eternal torment. "If I do this, I'm not going to Hell, right?" She found it very, very strange in speaking to a piece of paper yet, whoever was speaking to her was right. Allah has yet to hear her prayers. Little did she know it was Rikbiel who passed along her prayer to Cassiel and Lailah, who she was speaking to at that moment.

"In order to summon my Father, you must fetch some items." Her eyes ran down the list that appeared on that sheet of paper. What the strange entity had been speaking soon faded when it started anew. Quickly writing down the ingredients she had to buy before it faded. She didn't think whoever it was would repeat themselves on her account. "Also, you must draw his sigil." Ira's angelic name, which was in truth a complex symbol in an angelic script. "When you have drawn it and are ready to call upon my Father, a drop of your blood must be added to the sigil. Speak these words once you are ready." Her hand moved over her notebook as she quickly wrote the incantation down.

"You still haven't answered me?! Will I go to Hell if I do this?"

"No. You will serve my Father as I do and the others in his possession. That is if you wish for the man to pay for his crimes against you." With that, that very odd piece of paper fell from her hand, drifting to the floor and faded from existence, seeing how it wasn't real in the first place.

"What in..." Anabia muttered, shaking her head, thinking she must have been hallucinating. However, that wasn't the case, given what she had written was still on the pages of her notebook. Pacing around her room, contemplating on what she was going to do. Was this really worth it? Could she handle the price this Suriel Zol would ask of her? All these questions and many more plagued her mind as she ignored the disarray her room was still in. "Please, Allah, send me a sign that I shouldn't do this," Anabia prayed up towards her ceiling. Waiting and she waited some more, and nothing ever came. Was she to take it as Allah approved? At least that's what she was going with, and she hoped she was doing the right thing.

Recounting the looks she got when she was at the market buying the bloodroot, frankincense, and myrrh, along with an incense burner, so when she did perform this odd ritual, then she wouldn't be burning her apartment down. She also bought some water-based markers so it would be easy to wash the sigil off her floor when she was done. She had also bought the midnight blue candles that the strange entity had told her to get when she gave her a list of things she needed to summon this Suriel Zol. Anabia ignored the calls that came in over her landline as she worked to clean up the mess she made. She had nothing to say to her father. He wouldn't even listen to his own daughter when she told him how the man had defiled her. No. Her father wouldn't hear any of it. Her mother, while sympathetic to her plight, she was in the same boat she was in. Her mother could do nothing for her in their world. The police wouldn't aid her in bringing that man to justice, and Allah wasn't answering her prayers. Hoping whoever or whatever this Suriel Zol was could do what no one else would do.

Rubbing the soreness from her knees after taking an hour to ensure she drew the sigil as perfectly as she could. Placing the inch round cylindrical candles where that strange entity had told her to on the sigil. Chopping and grinding the bloodroot, frankincense, and myrrh into a fine powder, adding a few drops of lighter fluid to it so it would ignite when she was ready. Carefully pouring the powder into the incense burner. Wiping the sweat from her brow after working so hard to ensure this went off without a hitch. Looking down at her shirt, seeing the sweat stains marring it. If she was to do this, make this deal with this Suriel Zol, she didn't want to be smelling to the high heavens.

Steam filled that small area as she showered. Her bar of fragrant soap moved along her olive toned skin. Her ebony hair hung down along her back as she stared up at the shower head. Praying whoever this Suriel Zol was wouldn't be asking for her body. She didn't think she could stand it if she was to be used by some cosmic being. Running her hands along her breast, wondering since she's been defiled by that man. Would anyone want her still? Hanging her head, knowing how oppressive their faith was to women, at least the more fanatic ones took the Qur'an more seriously than most of the people that lived within her country of Iran. Wondering if she was going to have to move to be able to seek a husband if this Suriel Zol didn't take her life in exchange.

Running her towel down her body, trying not to look at herself in the bathroom mirror as she did. Ever since that man had forced himself on her, she just couldn't see herself in the same light. Hoping after this night that would change. Pondering on if what that entity had said about her anger would indeed lead her to that place she's tried very hard to stay out of. Feeling the softness of the towel as it ran through her damp untrimmed bush. She didn't care what it looked like; no one, at least not for a very long time, would be seeing her pussy. Anabia just couldn't bring herself to be with a man like that at the moment.

Sitting at her makeup desk, the lights that ringed the mirror warmed her skin as she took her time in brushing her long black hair as she sat on her stool wrapped in her damp towel. Applying a very light coat of makeup to her face, a neutral color lipstick to her lips, if this was to be her last night on Earth, she wanted to look good leaving it. Turning her head when her answering machine picked up, and her irate father's voice filled her home when she wasn't answering her phone. Snorting in disgust, they had nothing to say to one another. She still loved him, yet when he chose to side with the man that raped her, that closeness they once had died. Spraying herself in her favorite perfume, a scent that reminded her of her grandmother, along her body as she stood nude in her room. Her white cotton panties rose up her legs. Running her fingers along her backside, straightening out the material. Her hands moved along the front of her breasts, ensuring that they sat snugly against her bra. Feeling the softness and the scent of her laundry detergent as her Lazy-Daisy swirl embroidered espresso cotton Kurti as it slid down her chest before coming to rest atop her matching skirt.

Her hair bounced against her back as she walked barefoot through her home. Erasing the messages on her machine, she didn't want her last moments with her father's voice in her head. When she was out she bought the things she needed to make her favorite meal. After all, if tonight was her last night, why not? Anabia ate in silence. Her mind replayed her life as she savored every bite. Knowing she didn't deserve to be forced like she had been. That she's been a very good, pious Muslim. That she took her faith very seriously. Nevertheless, she couldn't fathom why such evil had befallen her. Her dishes clinked as she placed them in the dish rack after washing them. There was no sense in having one of her family members cleaning up after herself if she indeed met her end in a few moments.

Walking around the sigil one last time to ensure that she got everything right. She didn't want to make one mistake. There was no telling what that would entail for her, feeling her skirt moving along her ass as she bent over, lighting each and every candle once she was satisfied that everything was in order. Plucking the notebook from her nightstand she moved to stand at the head of the sigil.

Blowing out a breath to steady herself as she brought the notebook up. Hearing the increase in the wind outside her windows as she recited the first line of the incantation. Her heart raced frantically as thunder clapped overhead as the last vowel of the second line left her lips. Jumping in fright as the blue-white light of the bolt of lightning filled her home as she spoke the last word of the third line. The stagnate flames that flickered on the candle wicks roared to a height of four feet when she finished the incantation. Dread filled her mind as a darkness like no other flooded her home. The sigil she had painstakingly drew burned in a blue flame as it raced around the outer ring in a counterclockwise motion before the inner lines too ignited in that blue flame. Praying whatever it was didn't damage her floor.

"Speak mortal! Why have you summoned me?!" Anabia's knees felt weak as she stared into those red burgundy eyes that pierced the darkness. Stumbling back in horror as her eyes couldn't look away from his horns when a light above his head shone along them. Fearing that she had indeed made a very, very stupid mistake in summoning this thing into her home. "Y-y-you're a demon, right?"

"Partially." Anabia was confused by that. How could whatever was standing before her only be a partial demon. "Come, tell me what it is that you want with me, mortal," Ira spoke, wondering how cool that entrance was. He thought it looked cool in his head when he felt the summons. It was clear to him the woman before him was scared out of her wits, feeling his feathers rustling in frustration as the woman tried to find her voice once again. "I don't have all night to wait for you to learn how to speak," he stated, crossing his arms across his chest. Hoping his doppelganger he had created wasn't doing anything weird with Cybil in the movie theater they had gone to on their date. Unbeknownst to Ira at that moment, Cybil was indeed doing something weird with his doppelganger as she was riding his lap, keeping from moaning out as they sat at the back row.

"I want you to kill a man and take his soul to Hell," Anabia demanded.

"Come again?" Ira uttered, perplexed as he arched an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm going to kill anyone for you?" Seeing how his question clearly took her aback.

"But you're a demon, don't you do that?!" Anabia exclaimed.

"I'm more than just a demon, mortal. I. Am. Suriel Zol!" His six wings unfurled and extended outward, their tips only millimeters from touching the walls of the room. "Nagdaium' of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven. I simply don't go around killing people just because the summoner asks for it," Ira grumbled.

"But he deserves to die!" Anabia cried out.

"Why? What reason is there for me to do what you've asked of me?"

"He raped me! I want vengeance! That is what you do, isn't it?" Anabia pleaded with him. She had no idea why he would get offended by her asking her to kill the monster of her waking life. It seemed to her whatever he was, he acted like a human. Which just couldn't be, could it? "Please, that entity said you could help me?!" she begged, dropping to her knees before him with her hands folded in front of her. Her brown eyes peered up at that strange being, hoping he would do what she could not. Then something happened, something that she knew couldn't be as she watched that hideous demon disappear and the most beautiful creature she's ever seen taking its place. Her eyes moved about rapidly, taking in how his once bright halo grew dark and smoky. The way dark particles of light drifted off his wings. To how his horns shrunk, yet she could still feel the evilness of them pressing down on her. How his handsome face took on a caring look to it as he peered down at her. "What are you?!" The words left her lips before she could stop herself.

"In words you can understand, I'm a hybrid," Ira stated factually. "What are you offering to me if I do this act for you?"

"Anything! Just so long as that thing sees the fires of his ever-lasting torment," Anabia stated, reaching out and placing her hands on his legs.

"Anything, you say?"

"Yes, anything, I have money, take my worldly possessions, take my body if you must..."

"Your soul is the payment I seek," Ira spoke in a firm tone. "If I agree to deal with this man on your behalf, three years, for three years," holding up three fingers, "your soul will be mine, you will serve me in whatever I see fit," he said, stating his terms. Knowing if she agreed, this would put his angel half on par with Rikbiel or maybe a little under her power level.

"And afterwards?" Anabia asked; she was sure this being would take it for all eternity.

"It will be returned to you, and you may go about your merry way," Ira stated, sliding his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. Not that she could tell he was wearing normal earthly clothes, he made sure of that. What she made of the gesture, Ira had no clue.

"What if I wanted to make it longer?"

"Huh?" That took him by surprise; Ira was not expecting her to say that. What normal sane person would extend a deal that involved one's soul?

"How long would my servitude be if I asked you to spirit me somewhere far away from this place after you deal with that man?"

"Two years more," Ira spoke after a moment of thought.

"Then Suriel Zol, I will give you my soul for five years if you agree to what I have asked of you," Anabia spoke, praying that he did take her up on her offer.

"Very well." Reaching out and placing his right hand on her forehead. Combing through her mind for an image of the man she wanted dead. Ira fought down his revulsion as he witnessed the memory of her Ra*e. He couldn't understand why Yahweh allowed such men to exist in his flock, whether it be a priest, a rabbi, or an imam. "Have no fear Anabia Afzal; before the sun rises, this man shall be dead, and his soul will reside in Hell. I shall return to collect my payment once the deed is done. If you think to run, think you can hide from me, know that I will find you and when I do, I will take your soul permanently for thinking you can break our deal," Ira warned before disappearing in a flash of light, blowing out the candles as he did.

Ira felt his demon writhing in pain being so close to a mosque as he stood on the roof of the building that sat across from the holy temple that the man preached at. He knew if his own demon was in pain, as weak as his demon half was, then he knew his children would be in twice as much pain if he had chosen to take the man to Hell within those walls. As much as he would find the man's screams of fright amusing to listen to, he wouldn't do that to his children. Just because they were mostly demon did not make his fatherly instinct any less than they were with his angelic-born children. As he watched how that man went about speaking to others of his flock like he wasn't the most foul man on the planet, at least that's what Ira thought, given how it brought back memories of Andrew trying to Ra*e his own sister. Ira noted something strange (even for him), moving about within the shadows of the buildings.

Ira had to fight down his bile when he saw a creature with half a head, half a body, one arm, one leg hopped about down the alley. He knew it wasn't a demon, close to one but not one if that made any sense to him. His demon wasn't all that clear, nor could his angelic half clarify what it meant. Unfurling his wings and soaring into the air, his prey wasn't going anywhere. If he did, Ira had no trouble in finding his soul. He noted how the mortals below him paid no attention to it just like they did with him as he flew after it from high above.

"What the hell is this thing?" Ira asked aloud as he watched how it shot its tongue out and attached it to the back of a passing human's neck. Seeing how it quickly fed before moving on. Watching how the cars just passed through its body as it hopped across the street. Ira was very curious as to what he was seeing. Never before has he seen anything quite like it. Pondering if Samuel knew what he was looking at. Tucking his wings in and diving down into the alley that the thing had hopped into. He had to know what this thing was and why it was feeding on humans. Not that he didn't do the same, yet it was just so... monstrous in how it went about it. Arching an eyebrow when it released a screech when he touched down in that dirty alleyway.

Instantly Ira was surrounded by what he could only describe as the living dead. Their bodies were rotten, their innards showed through the holes in their skin. Their foul breath filled the air as they lunged at him.

"Back off!" Ira growled, slashing his sword sideways. Its blue angelic flame caused their forms to combust within seconds. He fought himself from gagging as the odor of their burning bodies filled his nose. However, as weak as they were, compared to him, they just kept coming with no end in sight. So consumed in defending himself against the horde of undead, or that's what he thought they were, Ira lost sight of the thing that drew him there in the first place.

Screaming out in pain as a magic-induced bolt of lightning struck him from out of nowhere. Not that it would kill him, it hurt, nonetheless. Ira huffed as something wrapped him in an embrace he just couldn't see, which to him was very odd. Wondering what he had just stumbled into as that unseen force bashed him against the wall.

Whatever it was, it was strong, yet he was stronger. Ira was just caught off-guard. Plus, that bolt of lightning had him fazed for a moment. Tapping into the power of Fourth Heaven, "Begone!" Ira shouted as his six wings broke the hold that it had on his body. His angelic light flooded that little enclosed space. While the lesser ones were disintegrated when his light engulfed them, he was not expecting a nine-foot-tall thing with blue skin with no legs; if it had legs, Ira couldn't tell as its lower half was made out of smoke and vapor.

"Mutation." Was the only word it spoke before it too joined its brethren in oblivion.

"Okay, what the fuck just happened?!" Ira just stared in shocked puzzlement as the tip of his sword lowered to the concrete that made up the alleyway. "Oh, fucking hell, it's in my clothes!" he gagged when the rotten stench clung to his body. "Man! I loved this outfit too!" Ira bemoaned. Taking to the sky, his foul-smelling clothes burning from his body as he rid himself of the odor. "Ah, so much better," he sighed when all he could smell was the Gain scent his mother used when she did laundry. Pulling out his phone, punching in Samuel's number, hoping he and his family weren't too busy to speak with him.

"Hello?" Ira heard Wendy's frantic voice over the line when she answered Samuel's phone.

"Go, take her; I'll cover you!" Ira heard Samuel shouting as explosions echoed over the line.

"We aren't leaving you, Sammy!" Kelly shouted out. Ira wondered just what the hell was happening in Greece.

"They're after me, not you, go!"

"I'm coming," Ira spoke before blinking out of existence. He had no idea what awaited him when he got there, yet he wasn't about to allow his friend to die. Not if he could help it. Scowling hard when he appeared high over the area where Samuel and his family were staying while on vacation. Seeing the hordes that surrounded the place, also seeing Samuel casting rapidly as he defended his family's escape. Thrusting out his right arm, his sword materializing from the ether as his fingers wrapped around its hilt. Lifting it skyward, calling down the lightning that it was forged from. Striking most of the fiends who dared to attack his friend. With a powerful push of his wings, Ira went to do battle once again beside the Herald of Hekatê.

"Look at you, going to another country and causing so much trouble for the women who will be my wives," Ira joked as his back pressed against Samuel's. Feeling Samuel chuckling against him.

"You know I had this handled, right?" Samuel spoke, peering over his right shoulder as he flicked his wrist, incinerating the closest vampire.

"You sure? Seemed like you were about to be overrun from the air," Ira stated, slicing his sword through the air. Watching those it touched crumble to dust as his holy fire burnt away their unholy essence. "Samuel, what are these things?!" Ira asked, kicking the closest one in the gut sending the thing flying backwards.

"Vampires," Samuel said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wait. What?! But aren't you a vampire too?" Ira asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, can't put anything past you, now can I?" Samuel joked, hiding how fatigued he was after fending off so many. He was glad Ira came when he did; otherwise, he would have fallen into their hands.

"So, why are vampires trying to kill you? You didn't defile their shrine, did you?" Ira mused, ending the unnatural lives of five more. Glancing out of the corner of his eye as he saw Kelly and Charlotte running towards them to join the fray.

"They want my blood," Samuel stated factually. "I told you to get out of here," he chided when the three of them joined their side.

"And we aren't leaving you, ever!" Kelly huffed, puffing out her cheeks. "You two worry about attacking; we'll focus on defense," she stated, to which her aunt and mother nodded along.

"Well, I would hate to have to break in a new grumpy vampire sidekick," Ira teased, almost feeling Samuel's eye roll. "How about we finish this up, wha'd'ya say?" Spinning his sword around and plunging it into the ground now that Kelly, Charlotte, and Wendy were in his cone of influence. He had no wish for them to get caught up in his power when he unleashed it. "Samuel, throw up a shield," Ira directed, "I'm ending this now! Shield your eyes!" he warned before his angelic light flooded the area burning the undead to nothing but ash as the flap of his wings sent their remains to the four corners of the world.

"Thanks for the assist," Samuel said once he had lowered his hand from his eyes. "Why didn't you do that before?"

"What and harm the two gorgeous ladies that I aim to woo? Not on your life," Ira said, smirking at his friend. "You two aren't harmed, are you?" he asked in a concerned voice as he peered over at them.

"No, just tired from the hours of casting," Kelly spoke, flashing Ira a friendly smile. Seeing the toll it had taken on her brother, given how he hasn't fed since arriving there due to the vampires hounding him ever since they stepped foot in Greece.

"You sure you're alright?" Ira asked in a worried tone. He's never seen Samuel so worn down before.

"Yeah, just very fucking hungry," Samuel muttered.

"Here, should have said something," Ira said, holding out a goblet filled with the purest blood he could materialize.

"Thanks," Samuel said, taking the chalice from him. Draining it in five seconds in two massive gulps before holding it out to Ira, telling him he wanted more.

"So why are they after your blood?" Ira asked, watching Samuel consuming his third glass.

"They think if they drain me and feast on my blood, they can become like me," Samuel said, feeling his body strengthening as the blood coursed through him.

"Is that possible?" Ira asked, intrigued.

"Haven't a fucking clue, Ira," Samuel sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. "Thanks for showing up when you did."

"Hey, you gave me the kick in the ass I needed, only returning the favor," Ira spoke in a friendly tone.

"Yeah, I had sensed an increase in your power; I take it you've defeated them?" Samuel asked, taking his mother into his arms as she hugged him hard. This was not the vacation he thought they would have when they planned this out.

"Three down, four to go, whenever they decide to make their move. I would hunt them down, but for some odd reason, I can't sense them, on Earth or out there," Ira said, pointing to the sky. "So, what are you all going to do now?"

"Head home; it's not safe for us here," Charlotte said, stepping up to Samuel's side.

"Oh? Want me to take you?" Ira asked, offering his services.

"You're going to do that weird teleporting thing again, aren't you?" Samuel asked, getting an eye roll from Ira.

"Come on, man, you still weirded out by that?" Ira groaned.

"Definitely," Samuel nodded with a smile on his lips.

"Give us a few minutes to get our bags," Kelly said, lightly placing a hand on Ira's left arm.

"Sure, I'm in no rush," Ira nodded. The man wasn't going anywhere; he had his children tormenting the man while he was helping his friends. When you ask, he did all this? During the fight, of course. Samuel and his family just didn't need to know that.

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what are you doing on this side of the world anyway?" Samuel asked as he lightly jostled his mother in his arms.

"I was in the neighborhood, per se," Ira answered vaguely.

"Why did you call?" Wendy asked, speaking up.

"Oh?!" Smacking his forehead, he almost forgot. "Have any of you ever heard of something like this..." Noting how they were intently listening as he detailed what he had seen and fought against before arriving.

"Sounds like a Nasnas, Ghuls, and a Marid you encountered," Wendy spoke after a moment of thought.

"A... huh?" Ira uttered, confused.

"They're types of Djinn that our forefathers had encountered in ancient times when Alexander conquered the known world at the time," Wendy said in a teacherly voice. "I've never seen one before, but our forbearers wrote plenty about them." Seeing how Ira's hand slid down his face as he groaned.

"Djinn, do you mean a Genie?" Ira asked, wondering what more weirdness awaited in his life.

"No, that's what western cultures call them. They toned down their true natures to make them more kid-friendly. In truth, Djinns are very wicked and very monstrous depending on the type you're dealing with, or at least that's what our ancestors have said about them," Wendy said, her right hand clung tightly to the front of Samuel's shirt. "Like I said, I've never seen one before since they tend to dwell in the middle east... that's where you were, weren't you?" she asked with a pointed look.

"Yeah, alright, you got me," Ira said bashfully, looking away and rubbing the back of his head when Wendy gave him that disapproving motherly look. Wondering if all mothers had that look when it reminded him of his own mother's.

"What..."

"Mom, what Ira was doing there isn't our concern; I'm sure he has a reason for being in the middle east," Samuel said, coming to his friend's defense. Nodding to Ira when he shot him a look of thanks. Turning his head, when Kelly and Charlotte ambled out of the establishment's front door, they were staying at with their bags in their hand and his mother's diaper bag hanging from Kelly's left shoulder.

"Got everything?" Ira asked, seeing the two of them nodding when they approached them. "Good, would hate for someone to do lewd things with Charlotte's underwear," he teased, getting a giggle out of Wendy when Charlotte's face was burning like mad. "Now you all get really close together," Ira directed. "Hold still; this won't hurt one bit," he said in a light tone as his wings folded in around the Goodall family.

"And here we are, back in Salem," Ira stated once they had reappeared in front of Samuel's and his family's home.

"Thanks, Ira, tell Anael I said hello," Kelly said in a warm tone, placing a kiss on Ira's left cheek.

"No problem, thanks for being her friend," Ira nodded.

"She's a sweet girl when she wants to be; come, Samuel, let's unpack and get you fed," Kelly said in a sisterly voice before walking towards the front door.

"Man, I have no clue how you keep your hands off of that," Ira whispered to Samuel as his eyes lingered on Kelly's ass as it moved beneath her jeans.

"It's harder than you think," Samuel mused, glancing over at Charlotte as she huffed. "What? It's the same with you," he said, trying to dig himself out of the hole.

"It better be," Charlotte intoned before walking off.

"Well, I have to get back to my thing," Ira said shyly. "Would it be okay if I came back and brought someone with me?"

"Sure, Ira, can't say no after you pulled us out of that fire," Samuel said in a friendly tone.

"Be safe, Ira, come back anytime," Wendy said happily, waving to Ira before he faded from view.

Feeling the desert wind on his skin as he reappeared in the skies of Iran. Knowing he had to finish this before the sun rose to complete the deal he had with Anabia Afzal. He didn't want to be known as a deity that couldn't uphold his end of a bargain.

Hearing the man's screams of fright as his children had ramped up their oppression. Feeling their glee and seeing it as they toyed with the man until he arrived. He had ordered them not to kill him yet. That was his job, as per his deal with Anabia. Hearing the man's womanly screech as he ran through his home as O'Yama lumbered after him with Batibat riding on his back. Her four arms reached out, taking hold of the items the man had strewn about his home and tossing them at him. Not that the man could see them, all he saw were his valued objects being flung at his head. Noting how Oroan was taking delight in the chase as well, tripping him, sending him back to the beginning of his flight, all to repeat it over and over to their amusement. Peering to his right when Aswang snuggled up to his side, then behind him when Avalon pressed her bare breasts into his back.

"Hello, father," Ardat Lili cooed as she rested her right arm on Ira's left shoulder. Her black eyes glinted in lust, yearning for the time she could be his. Noting how his eyes were running down her naked body, lingering on her 32E breasts. She wanted Ira to look, to see what will always be his whenever he wished for her to line his bed. That was the reason she took every chance to show him her pussy whenever she was in her titan form. Leaning down, her breath was hot against his skin when her lips were centimeters away from her father's. Remembering the annoyance she felt when her sisters Bolvaril and Rogthakel gloated how they'd been kissed by their father and the gifts he had given them. The moment their lips touched her angelic side, as weak as it was, was humming like mad. She couldn't stop herself as her fork tongue rolled within Ira's mouth. Shuddering when she felt his hand cradling her right breast. She's always wondered what it would feel like, how she was pleased that it was better than she could hope for. "I'm willing, father, whenever you want me," Ardat Lili whispered as her lips pulled away from his.

"As am I," Aswang cooed, running her fingers up and down Ira's manhood.

"Soon, girls, soon, I promise, but first, I have a deal to close," Ira said, fighting himself from getting hard. His eyes flew wide when Ardat Lili thrusted his face into the valley of her cleavage. Listening to her purr as his hands took hold of her ass and kneaded her cheeks. He had to admit for a demon she had a very nice ass, and her breasts were spectacular!

"Yes, father, touch me, feel me, use me," Ardat Lili mewed, loving the feel of Ira's touch on her skin. Tossing her head back releasing a demonic wail when Ira bit down on her right nipple. The plant life that dominated the house withered beneath the wickedness of her moan. He figured if their mother was into pain, his daughters would be too.

"Allah, save me!" the man shouted when Ardat Lili's wail filled his house.

"That's my cue," Ira said, disentangling himself from her hold. He didn't know if she was going to fuck him right then and there or eat him, or both with the way she looked at him.

"Yes, father, soon, I will be yours," Ardat Lili said with determination as the power of Hell burned in her eyes at her resolution to bed her father.

Ira tried not to show how he was a little creeped out by that smile on her lips. It was just so... unnerving. He wondered if or when it did happen if he would make it out in one piece. Peering back at Aswang, Ardat Lili, and Avalon when they sighed lustfully as he transformed into his Nagdaium' form. The way they were touching each other reminded him how Dracula's brides would do in Bram Stokers' book. Even though Avalon's face was cloaked in shadow, it wasn't hard for him to tell what she wanted as she played with Ardat Lili's and Aswang's breast, while Ardat Lili reached behind Avalon and he assumed she was playing with her ass, while Aswang was teasing Avalon's cunt whilst Avalon's tail was writhing beneath Aswang's dress. The way Aswang was shuddering, he had to assume she was being fucked by it.

"Soon, father, soon, you will have us," Ardat Lili said in a sexy little purr if a demon could speak in such a manner.

"Come when I tell you to," Ira ordered, his tail whipping violently behind him, striking the man's lamp off the table right into the path the man was running in.

"Father?!" O'Yama stated, his red eyes widening at the sight of Ira. He had allowed his demonic nature to get the better of him, so he didn't feel Ira's presence.

"Relax, O'Yama, you were doing what I ordered you to do," Ira said, lifting up his hand sensing his son's shame. "You didn't kill him yet, so what if he was a little harmed. Did you have fun?"

"Very much?!" O'Yama nodded his massive head vehemently. "So did Batibat."

"Oroan, did you enjoy the man's torment?" Ira asked, looking over at his son's shadowy image.

"Yes, father." Ira was a little taken aback when that was the first words Oroan had ever spoken to him. It sounded more angelic than a demon to him. "Father, I have a request," Oroan said, bowing to him.

"Which is?" Ira asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Your deal states nothing about where he goes to in Hell, just that he goes to Hell. Can... can... we keep him for our amusement?" Ira was fighting back his smile when Oroan sounded so much like a little kid asking for a puppy.

"You'll poke, skewer, pluck his eyes out every day. Ensuring he suffers for his sins?" Ira asked in a fatherly voice. He found how the three of them were nodding that they would very cute. "You'll play jump rope with his intestines every day?" Finding it very hard not to smile at how child-like the three of them were acting when in truth, they were very much demons. "You'll make him scream, beg for release until you rip him from limb to limb?" Ira asked; his demon's enjoyment flooded the room, pressing down on the man as he called for Allah's protection. Protection that was never coming, not for a man like him. Watching how Batibat jumped off of O'Yama's back and rushed to his side. Her scaly knees cutting through the wood floor, causing the man to scream like a little girl at the sight as he scrambled into the nearest corner. The red tint of his demon taint drifted off his eyes as Batibat wrapped her four arms around his legs, speaking in grunts as she rubbed her right cheek against his left leg. "Girls?" Ira said, peering over his shoulder at Ardat Lili, Avalon, and Aswang. "You'll do the same, correct?" he asked, like they would be caring for a dog, when in truth, they would be dealing out the man's unending torment.

"Of course, father, we'll take very, I mean, very, good care of him," Aswang said wickedly, her tongue running over her lips, tasting the torture to come. "Won't we sisters?" she asked, peering over at them, who nodded vehemently along.

"Well then, we best take your pet home and see if your mother minds this thing running about," Ira sneered in disgust at the man. "Children stand clear; I'd rather not strike you by accident," he stated as he gently brushed his hand along the top of Batibat's head. "Means you too, Batibat," Ira spoke softly down at his daughter, who appeared to be very unwilling to let go. Seeing the need to be near him, to touch him in her solid green eyes as she peered up at him. "I promise you can hold onto me when we return home, alright?" Seeing her nodding before scurrying off to O'Yama's side. Hearing his children rushing to distance themselves from him as he unleashed his demon's power. It only seemed fitting due to what the man had wrought on so many innocent women. "Idris Fawaz!" Ira's voice thundered, shaking the house to its very foundations.

"Allah be praised!" Idris screamed out, thinking Ira was there to save him.

"God is not here this day," Ira said cruelly as the room was cast into pitch blackness. A blackness so dark, so evil the paint was peeling from the walls so its essences could flee from Ira's presence. "I've come for your soul, foul thing that dwells within a man," he growled, his wings unfurled, lightning crawled along each feather, casting the area around him in a blue-white light.

"No!" Idris screamed out as those burning red burgundy eyes stared him down. "I will not succumb to a demon! Allah will protect me! I'm his voice on Earth!"

"Yet where is your God? Do you see him in this room? Do you see his angels coming down to stop me?" Ira asked; the wooden floor boards broke in two as Ira took a step as his height began to increase. "Do you see the light of Heaven raining down banishing me from this place?" Hoping that Yahweh wouldn't be too upset with his words when the next time they speak to one another. "You are nothing but a foul bug that's lower than the worms that will feast upon your body. You claim to be the voice of God on Earth, yet you commit the most hideous of sins known to man, in the name of God," he sneered, his hand darted out, taking the man by the throat and lifting him off the ground as he ate away at reality. "Your prayers will not save you, little cretin. Your actions have already condemned you to the eternal fires of the Pit."

"No... I am..." What the man was going to say next, he didn't hear as his broad hand covered Idris' face and head altogether.​