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"Idris Fawaz. I hereby condemn you to the ever-lasting torment that awaits a fiend such as thee. I, Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven." His voice thundered as all creation stilled to listen to the edict that was about to be wrought. "Punish you for the crimes you have committed on the innocent. That you, foul thing, will forever know the pain, the horror, the terror you have inflicted on those that trusted you, sought your guidance, turned to you when you were nothing but a charlatan proclaiming to be one of Yahweh's disciples. When in truth, you were nothing more than a pawn for Lucifer." Hoping he wasn't going to get an earful from his grandmother later. "Enjoy your torment," Ira plainly stated, tossing the man out before him as he stood on the edge of the cliff in Mor's lair in his twelve-foot tall form. Smiling evilly at the man's screams as the damned mirrored his scream, then the screeches of delight as his children raced to be the first to play with their toy.

"Awe, so sweet, seeing Mor's mate nurturing his children," Mor cooed, appearing on his left shoulder in her humanoid form. "That's it, Avalon, don't let Aswang have all the fun!" Mor called out as Avalon swooped down, nabbing the man from her sister's talons. "Yes, yes, pull them like a wishbone!" she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth as she did as Aswang and Avalon held the man by each of his feet. Each pulling the other way to inflict their own form of torment on the man. "So greedy," Mor said, smiling at Ira's face even though she knew he couldn't see her from where she was. "But aren't they just lovely demons?" she asked, placing a hand on his neck, hoping her mate was pleased with the offspring she had given him.

"They are something," Ira nodded, watching Aswang and Avalon ripping the man in half. His eyes following after his entrails as they fell to the bottom of Mor's lair. "You know, Mor?"

"Yes, what is on Mor's mate's mind?" Mor hummed.

"Oroan actually talked to me," Ira stated, glancing down when Idris reappeared whole at his feet. "O'Yama!"

"Father!"

"Catch!" Ira said, kicking the man, sending him flying towards his son. Noting how Batibat had caught him in her four arms and fed him feet first into O'Yama's maw screaming all the while.

"He did?!" Ira wondered why that shocked her. "Oroan's only ever spoken to me. He must have really bonded with you," Mor stated with a very creepy smile on her lips.

"Do you know what he really looks like?" Ira whispered from the side of his mouth when Mor held onto his finger when Ardat Lili's thunderous footfalls shook the entire cavern as she raced to the spot by his feet when the man respawned. "Now you play nice with your siblings Ardat Lili, let Oroan have a turn; after all, he's the one that asked for your new pet," he said in a fatherly voice.

"Yes, father. Oroan! Target practice!" Ardat Lili shouted in glee as she tossed the man into the air.

"What the...?!" Ira muttered as he watched rapid angelic bolts peppering the man's body until there wasn't a molecule of him left. It was so fast, even he had trouble counting how many Oroan had rained down on the man. However, in that moment, he got a brief glimpse of what his son's face looked like. He had to admit he was going to have to keep Vikki and her family away from him, given how handsome his son appeared to be.

"Oroan might be small, might not have inherited Mor's titan size, yet he did inherit his father's power. Mor's mate will give Mor more, won't he?" Mor said in a dreamy voice.

"Ardat Lili, you're up," Ira spoke, punting the man to her. Watching her catching him in midair, feeling Mor squirm waiting for his answer and waiting to take part in the torture. "Sure, Mor, soon, but first I have a deal to close," he said, noting how much glee his children were taking from their new pet.

"No fair!" Bolvaril shouted, appearing in a puff of smoke with Rogthakel at her side. "Father! You didn't tell us you got us a pet!" she pouted.

"Wait five seconds; he'll reappear," Ira said, pointing to the spot at his feet.

"You're so good to us, father!" Bolvaril sighed as she and Rogthakel both lunged at the man. Their claws tore into the man's flesh with abandonment.

"Mor's mate will give Mor many more, yes?" Mor asked with a sexy smile on her lips.

"Many, many more," Ira nodded, bringing his right hand up to his left shoulder as Mor stepped onto it.

"Mmm... good, Mor's mate should lay with Mor more often, yes, he should," Mor stated like that was common knowledge as Ira lowered her to the cliff. Seeing him waving off his children before his giant index finger pressed on the man's forehead. Ripping his soul from his body and adding it to the others in his possession.

"Now, you can never hope to leave this place; you are now forever my children's chew toy," Ira said darkly before shrinking down to his humanoid size. Catching Mor as she leapt into his arms.

"Mor likes this side of you; Mor's mate should show it more often to Mor," Mor said sinfully before her lips ravished Ira's. Her eyes widened in hunger when the spank Ira landed on her ass thundered throughout the cavern. "More?!" she growled demonically. Listening to her panting as Ira rained down one after another. "Mor will hold you to your word, Mor's mate," Mor said in a silky voice as she dragged her breasts down his chest.

"Oroan!" Ira called out; he just had to see his son do that again.

"Father?" Ira heard the confusion in Oroan's voice as if he thought he wasn't worthy of his attention.

"Show me that move again before I leave; it was awesome!" Ira praised.

"Yes, father, as you command." Ira could feel Oroan's elation from the shadows in which his son liked to hide in.

"Ardat, you mind?" Ira asked, pointing at the man whose mind seemed to have shut down after so many times being revived and only to be torn apart once again.

"I'd be happy to father," Ardat Lili spoke, scooping up the man. "You ready, Oroan?"

"I'm always ready, sister." Ira smirked at the confident tone in his son's voice. Feeling Mor snuggling up to him as they watched that same move tearing the man to shreds. However, Ira was more focused on where his son was and how the light of his angelic bolts highlighted his face. All so Ira could store the image in his mind. He didn't know when the next time he would be able to see his son's face.

"Very impressive, Oroan, you'll have to show me how you do that one of these days," Ira stated, peering up at the area where his son had hidden himself.

"Yes, father."

"Mor is pleased that you're pleased with Mor's children. Mor did a fine job in raising them," Mor nodded. "Now you must go; Mor's mate's date will end soon," she said, patting his chest. "Mor's mate should know by now; Mor knows everything about Mor's mate's activities on Earth." A sinful gleam was in her black, soulless eyes at his perplexed look as she backed away. Shyly waving to him as Ira returned to the mortal plane.

Anabia Afzal paced her bedroom, wondering what was taking Suriel Zol so long to dispatch one man?! Thinking she should have never listened to that strange entity. Chewing on her nail, wondering what she was going to do, only to jump as the sigil erupted in blue flames once again.

"Come, Anabia, time to fulfill your end of our pact," Ira said, holding his hand out to her.

"Is... is he really..."

"Yes, as we speak, he's living out the torture he has inflicted on countless others. So have no fear; that man can never escape the place where he is now. For I own his soul," Ira said, his red burgundy eyes shimmered in his increased power. Knowing after Anabia the next would put him on the level of a Seraphim if not on the lowest level of their kind still a Seraphim. Not that he couldn't currently outclass them, yet when dealing with Yahweh or his grandmother, he wanted every ounce of power he could get for when he was outside of his realm. "Now, Anabia Afzal, take my hand," Ira ordered. He had places to be, and he couldn't dick around any longer.

"Yes, of course, forgive me, Suriel Zol," Anabia said in a bashful tone as she picked up her packed suitcase and slipped her hand into his. Feeling suddenly light and empty as she did.

"Your soul is now mine for five years," Ira stated in a monotone voice before the two of them disappeared.

"Where are we?!" Anabia asked, peering around at the strange sights once they had reappeared.

"London, I read your mind, remember, this is the one place you really wanted to see. Well, now, you can, here," Ira said, holding out Anabia's new identity. "Anabia Afzal no longer exists, not for the next five years, she doesn't. In that time, you may live out your life as you normally would, yet when I call, you obey, am I clear?" he spoke in a firm, commanding tone. Seeing how her head bobbed as she nodded vehemently. "If you disobey, I will crush your soul and feed the shards to the demons."

"I understand; I promise I will never disobey," Anabia said fearfully.

"Good," Ira said, smiling to ease the tension. "Go, live out your life, Anabia. It will get better, I promise you. Not all men are like that man," he said in a caring tone.

"I so don't get you."

"My nature is chaotic, comes with being half-angel, part demon, among other things. Now, this is where I take my leave, and you start your new life," Ira said, waving to her as she stared at him in a mixture of shock, confusion, and gratitude before returning to Portland.

Slipping into his doppelganger's body as it walked Cybil home from their date. The memories it had formed while he was off gallivanting around the globe flooded his mind. Seeing the number of times Cybil had her way with his body -- namely his cock whenever she could.

"I had such a great time tonight, Ira," Cybil sighed as she rested her head against his right arm, burying his arm in the depths of her cleavage. "We have to do this more often. You know soon I'll be leaving for college and I don't know when I'll ever get to see you again. Will you miss me when I'm gone?" she asked, seeking to hear the words leaving his lips.

"Of course," Ira nodded.

"Good," Cybil cooed. "I'll miss you too; doubt I'll ever find someone with a cock like yours."

"Oh, you never know what you might find at your college," Ira said cryptically.

"Ira? Can I ask you something?" Seeing her house looming before her.

"Sure."

"Do you have a date to the prom?" Cybil asked, looking up at him, hoping that he didn't.

"I do, sorry," Ira said, seeing the hurt look in her eyes when he said that.

"It isn't that blonde bimbo, is it?" Cybil said, growing very jealous.

"No, it isn't her," Ira stated truthfully.

"Good, you only need one blonde woman in your life," Cybil nodded firmly. "But I understand why you already have a date. You're a great guy; I am sorry I didn't see it before," she said, returning her head back to its former position.

"It happens," Ira said, shrugging his shoulders as he escorted her to her front door.

"No, I mean it, Ira. I am really sorry," Cybil said, trying not to tear up. Knowing that it could have been so easy to love him if she hadn't been a stupid idiot.

"I know you are," Ira nodded; he could smell if it was a lie. Which was kind of weird if you asked him. "It's okay, Cybil, things happen, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. I made out okay, so don't let it trouble you," he said sweetly, resting his hand on her shoulder. Brushing his thumb along her neck, removing his influence on her mind, so when she did leave for college, she wouldn't be going insane. He was a demon but wasn't that much of an asshole to do that to her. However, he thought with his influence gone, she would return back to the way she was before, not throwing her arms around his neck and planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

"I might not get to go to the prom with you, but we can still go on dates, can't we?" Cybil asked; her thumb brushed through his hair as her hands rested on the back of his neck.

"I don't mind."

"Good," Cybil cooed, a warm, happy smile rose the corners of her lips as the front door to her home opened, and she heard the sound of her father clearing his throat. Telling her it was time for her to come in and for Ira to get lost.

"I'll see you later, Ira," Cybil said with a flirtatious smile as she peered back at him, giving him a small wave as she did. Earning him the fatherly, steely glare from her dad as Cybil entered the house.

"I think it's time for you to head home, young man," he said before shutting the door without another word.

Ira just snorted, "If only he knew who he was talking to," he mused to himself. Turning on his heel, walking down the sidewalk. Interlacing his fingers against the back of his head as he stared up at the night sky. Wondering how that Pharoah guy was doing. Wondering why the third sister called him a demigod. Wondering if the Sisters had some connection to the old gods. Pondering if that was how they knew what Andrew was. If anyone was watching Ira walking down the street, they would have noticed how he simply vanished when he crossed the rear of the streetlight.

"So, where have you been?" Bridgett asked, leaning against the doorframe of Vikki's room she had moved into when those things attacked her home two nights ago.

"Somewhere," Ira said aloofly.

"Ira?! I'm still your big sister, you have to tell me," Bridgett huffed, swallowing hard as those brown eyes of his changed to that red burgundy color. Remembering how painful it was waking up in that crater.

"No, I don't, plus you aren't on my side, sis, you chose Hell; what I do as Lord of Fourth Heaven is my business, not Hell's," Ira said sternly.

"Ira..."

"Sorry, Ira," Vikki interjected, keeping Bridgett from overstepping her bounds. "She's not handling the rules very well."

"Sorry, sis, but you chose a side," Ira said, laying a hand on Bridgett's right shoulder. "There are some things that you will never know about." Giving it a light pat as he continued walking down the hall.

"Tell me you didn't start something, did you?" Bridgett called after him in a worried sisterly voice.

"Might have, don't really know," Ira said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Oh, Vikki," turning to look back at her, "Samuel and his family had to come back early, so Sunday, do you want to..."

"Have our date?!" Vikki's eyes shot wide, recounting that conversation they had. "Of course, I do; my sisters haven't gone there, have they?"

"To his home? No, why, eager to be the first?" Ira asked with an amused grin on his lips as Vikki nodded very vehemently. "Say, noon, that too early for you?"

"Wait?! I thought he was a vampire?!" Bridgett said low.

"He is, but he's a daywalker, See, what you miss when you leave me to my lonesome, the things I find," Ira said in a taunting light.

"Then I'm coming with the two of you," Bridgett said, putting her foot down.

"Oh? And how are you going to make me?" His Adam's apple bobbed as his sister ambled towards him. Feeling the succubus in her rising as she swayed her hips. The way her gold-ruby eyes flashed as her black hair bounced against her shoulders due to the time she had spent honing her control over her powers.

"You might be this big, bad, powerful deity now," Bridgett cooed, running the pad of her finger up his chest in a seductive motion. "Yet, I still know how to get under your skin, li'l brother," she purred, using the skills Vikki and her family has been helping her to hone. If what Zophiel saw was indeed what was to come, she had to get strong and fast. She wasn't about to leave Vikki all alone, not in this millennia.

"Oh? Do tell, li'l Daephilim," Ira mused, feeling his sister's hand slipping around the back of his neck as she closed the distance between the two of them. "Fighting dirty, I see," he stated as Bridgett slyly rubbed her breasts along his chest.

"You see, Ira, you might have this grand power that even makes me fear you, yet deep down, you're still a horny little incubus," Bridgett said, grinning evilly at him as the power of Hell burned in her pupils. "And what sane, devious, horny incubus can resist his equally hot, sexy sister, hmm?" she purred, her tongue flickered out, teasing his upper lip. "Don't you want to know what this body of mine can do to this... cock?" Bridgett hummed, feeling it changing its size like she had willed it to, just to see if what Vikki and the others had said was true.

"As tempting as that offer is, you are still young, while my incubus has matured," morphing his fingernail into its two and a half-inch version, watching his sister trying not to squirm as he ran it down her left cheek, "you're going to have to do better than that to tempt me, dear sister," seeing the heat flooding her cheeks as he ran his nail down her neck, "when you're already wet," Ira said sinfully.

"I-I-I'm so not," Bridgett refuted.

"You can't lie to a demon Bridgett; I can taste it on the air. Shall we test your resolve, hmm?" Ira hummed. "If you don't cum in the next five seconds, I'll let you tag along; sound fair?"

"Do your worst!" Bridgett said with false bravado.

"Do you really think you can withstand it?" Ira asked with devilish glee.

"I-I can withstand anything you throw at me," Bridgett said, stuttering her words as Ira's purple incubus energy sparked along the tip of his fingernail as he ran it down the valley of her 36B breasts. Her nails cut into the palms of her hands, biting hard on her lower lip as she felt the succubus in her that her brother had implanted writhing in bliss as his essence flooded her body. She did love seeing that deviousness side of him. However, she couldn't deny how fucking wet this was making her as she fought against succumbing to it. Her nostrils flared, feeling her mound simply just liquifying at her brother's touch. Yet, she wasn't going to give in! Not now, not ever! She so had to meet this Samuel. Given what she had heard Sue and Rita speak about him when they taunted Vikki about it.

"It's okay to give in, Bridgett." Ira's voice had an echoey cadence to it as it rang in her ears. Lulling her deeper into those treacherous waters as she noted how his demon rose to the surface. Feeling his oppression pressing down on her as his Nagdaium' form took hold of his body. Feeling his nail nearing her navel, her eyes went wide as she felt his tail rubbing against her covered sex. "Cum for Suriel Zol." Bridgett had no idea why his angelic name seemed to make the air around her vibrate. Not that she was going to do such a thing. No sir! Not her!

"You're playing dirty," Bridgett squeaked out.

"I'm a demon; we don't play fair," Ira spoke with a sinful smile on his lips. Knowing full well it's been over five seconds, he just wondered how long his sister could keep this up. "You sure you don't want to cum for me, dear sister?" Dragging his fingernail back up her stomach, listening to her whimpering as she shook her head. Hearing her increase breathing when he dragged it along the inside of her left breast. "Not even when I do this," Ira spoke, seeing Vikki trying to hold back her chuckle at how much he was teasing his sister.

"Nah-uh," Bridgett muttered with a shaky voice.

"Then how about we crank it up a notch, hmm?" Ira mused, watching how his sister's eyes were widening at that. "Did you think this was all of my power, dear sister? No, silly Daephilim, you have yet to see what my incubus can truly do," he said, taking hold of his sister's breast, rolling it, running his thumb in a circle around her areola, brushing it along her hardened nipple. Pouring his full might of his demon side into her body.

"Ira!" Bridgett screamed out in a lustful moan as she came hard against his tail. Collapsing to her knees, the seat of her jeans was drenched in her juices. Peering up at Ira as he stood over her with that smug look on his face. Reaching up, taking hold of Ira's right forearm as he reverted back to his human disguise, pulling him down to her level. "Take responsibility for it," she pouted, slipping his hand into the front of her jeans. Attacking his lips furiously as she felt her brother slipping two fingers into her soaked pussy. "Make me cum, little brother," Bridgett moaned from around Ira's mouth before her tongue rolled within its warmth. "That's it, Ira, get those fucking fingers deep inside of me," she growled in need before her body convulsed and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Whoever knew you were this wicked," Bridgett said in a soft tone as she rested her forehead against his. Wondering when her next stage of her succubus would happen. "Ira, can I ask, where did you come up with Suriel Zol?"

"I didn't," Ira said factually.

"Huh?'

"My angel half did. It appeared in my mind when I was fighting the rogue angels at the mall with Samuel when the name just appeared to me in my head," Ira said, thinking back to that fight. He couldn't believe how stupid he acted. While he knew better, still was it wrong to want to hold onto something that resembled normalcy in his life?

"So... you think my own will do the same?" Bridgett asked, curious.

"It probably already has said it many times; you just haven't been listening," Ira said in that brotherly voice as he rose.

"What?!" Ira could tell she was clearly confused by his words.

"That's one lesson, sis; you're going to have to seek elsewhere. I cannot aid you in it, seeing how you sided with Hell."

"But Missy has helped you?!" Bridgett bemoaned.

"Yes, that was before I became what I am now. There are rules, cosmic rules that even I cannot break. To do so would shudder the whole of reality. Something a lot of people fought to keep from ending," Ira said sternly. "I'm sorry, sis, as much as I want to help you, I can't. Not as I am. But you seem to forget, Missy nor I are the only ones you can turn to for guidance," he whispered as he bent down, gently taking hold of his sister's chin. "Did you not enjoy being with my daughter?" Ira uttered low. Seeing his sister's eyes looking away, knowing that was the truth.

"Ira? Does that mean if I get into trouble in Hell, you won't come and save me?"

"No, I will not. I might be a Prince of Hell, might be allowed to come and go as I please from it. I cannot interfere in the affairs that take place within it between its denizens. Now, however, if you summon me there and are willing to pay my price, that's something entirely different. I am a demon after all," Ira said, watching his sister's eyebrow rising as he spoke.

"And if I did, what would you ask for in return?" Bridgett huffed as she crossed her arms.

"Forty days and forty nights of endless sex," Ira said wickedly as Bridgett's jaw just dropped. "Night, Vikki, do pick up my stunned sister from the floor," Ira said, waving to her from over his shoulder.

"I won, you know!" Bridgett shouted after him.

"I know, sis, way to hang in there. Didn't think you had it in you," Ira praised before a pair of arms darted out, taking hold of his shirt and pulling him into her room.

Rita's hands were all over him as her tongue invaded his mouth with gusto. Feeling her pressing her 36C breasts into his chest as she pulled him deeper into her room. Ira didn't have a room to himself like Vikki and Bridgett had or his mother. No. Ira bed hopped every night, staying with either his mother, Rita, Sue, or Alyda on any given night. It was the least that he could do for them, putting his family up and offering them protection from Heaven and Hell. Feeling her arms wrapping around his neck as his hands found their home on her ass. His back straightened when he heard someone clearing their throat in Rita's room.

"You said we would share, sis," Sue huffed in annoyance as she stood on the other side of Rita's room with her arms crossed.

"I can't help it, Sue, you know I can't, not when I have my adorable brother in my arms," Rita cooed sinfully as her fingers playfully ran through Ira's hair on the back of his head. "Although me thinks you don't mind, do you, Ira?" she asked with an amused smirk on her lips. Her ruby eyes glinted in mischievousness at what awaited... groaning when hers and Sue's cell phones went off.

Ira ran his eyes down both of their bodies. While they might be identical with only their breasts sizes differentiating the three of them. To his eyes, each one of the sisters was gorgeous on their own as he watched them chatting away on their phones. He knew they did it on purpose when they stood with their backs to him, moving their asses just so, so his eyes could leer at their taut posteriors, and leer he did, he'd be a fool not to gaze at them. That was when he heard them sigh once they had gotten off the phone with whoever had called them.

"Ira, would you be mad if..."

"I take it your sugar daddies called?" Ira cut in, seeing them nod that they had. "But we are going to finish this later, right?" he asked, pointing between the two of them. He so wasn't about to pass up a threesome with them. He wasn't that insane.

"Mmmhmm?!" They hummed in unison as they nodded that they, too, weren't about to pass up their threesome either.

"Sure, I understand, you two probably are hungry, and they do let you spend, however much, of their money they give you. But know this, when I get the two you back in this room," stepping up to them, noting how they instinctively stepped closer to him as his hands ran along their waists before watching their eyes widen in hunger when he squeezed their asses, "you better be ready, I'm so going to make the two of you scream," Ira stated with an impish grin on his lips.

"Oh, you better," Rita cooed, pressing her breasts into the left side of his chest while Sue mirrored her as she pressed her own 38C breasts into Ira's right side. "You can't make Mom or your own moan like you did last night and leave us hanging; it's just cruel to your sisters," she pouted with Sue nodding along.

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," They hummed.

"Then my sweet, sexy, lustful sisters will just have to punish me, won't they?" Ira asked, rubbing his hard bulge against each of them. Seeing their demon nature coming out as their tails wrapped around his legs, keeping him pressed against them.

"In the morning, after we ensure that we are nice and clean for you, we are so going to teach you a lesson in sharing," Sue said in a sensuous tone.

"And you aren't leaving this room until you've properly learnt your lesson," Rita stated in that big sister voice of hers.

"Can't wait," Ira said, getting a kiss in before he left them.

"Oh, and Ira?" Rita called out to him as he neared her door. "You better get another prom ticket. If you think I'm going to let you take only Sue, you're so wrong," she said in a stern tone as she cocked out her right hip as she placed her hand on it. Her eyes glanced down, noticing the movement in Ira's pants.

"You two so want to get me killed, don't you?"

"You, you'll be fine," Sue said, waving off his question with a devilish smirk. "Now we must get ready," she uttered, shooing him out the door. Not that she wanted him to leave, it was the fact if he didn't, she would have wrapped her naked body around his and never let go.

"You two be safe, keep your eyes on the sky," Ira spoke, seeing their nods of understanding.

Descending the stairs, hearing his mother and Alyda speaking and feeling his grandmother in the house. A sneaky smile formed on his lips when he pulled out his phone. Bringing up Shinedown's 'Devil' on YouTube, cueing it up to the line he wanted as he slipped out of his shoes. It was always amusing to irk the Devil whenever he got the chance. After all, he was a naughty little demon. His sock-covered feet slid along the floor with his right hand out before him as he came to a stop with his finger pointing at his grandmother when the song reached the line: The Devil's in the next room. He could tell his grandmother was not amused as much as it brought delight to his own lips.

"Honey, that's not polite to call your grandmother the Devil," Cora said, trying to fight back her smile.

"Why? It's just a song. Did it upset you, grandma?" Ira asked, tempting the Devil.

"I think you've been going out too much; you're getting a swelled head," Toni, Lucifer's Earthly name, said as she leaned back in her seat as she crossed her arms. Staring her grandson down, telling him she was not amused. It irked her further when it appeared it did with Ira. She was just going to have to punish that little demon of his.

"So, what has you in such a good mood, baby?" Cora asked as she peered around Alyda, not voicing that she felt something responding inside of her whenever her son was around. Why? She couldn't say. Yet to her, it felt like he was hiding something big from her, at least that's the feeling felt like. Which, as you can imagine, confused her to no end even further.

"What? Can't a boy celebrate the fact that he's got to go on a date with the hot Professor, have dinner with his equally hot mom, tease my grandmother," smiling wickedly at Lucifer, "oh, and I got a date tomorrow night, so it's been a good week," Ira stated, seeing his mother and Alyda blushing as they made room between them. Their hands patting the cushion, telling him to sit. Seeing Alyda smiling flirtatiously at him as she brushed her 42DD right breast against his left arm as he sank down onto her couch.

"Baby," Cora cooed, draping her right leg along her son's as she pushed his arm into the depths of her breasts. "I was thinking tomorrow, we go dancing first, then you and I will have a nice cozy dinner just the two of us, doesn't that sound nice?" she asked, her hand lightly ran down Ira's forearm before her palm rested on the back of his hand, interlocking her fingers with his.

"Sure, Mom, whatever you want," Ira nodded, noting how Lucifer was eyeing his mother. Seeing her shrug when she caught him staring.

"Also, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I want us to be alone, really alone before I speak about it," Cora said, knowing tomorrow everything was going to come out. How she knew he was an incubus, how she wanted him to join her porn business, to how she wanted to have another baby. His baby.

"Okay," Ira said, trying to hide the worried tone in his voice.

"It's nothing bad, I promise you, just some things that need to come to light," Cora said cryptically.

"Ah," Ira muttered, yet he couldn't shake that feeling something was going to happen.

"Now that you're home, I can really enjoy this movie," Cora said, snuggling up to him as she rested her head on his shoulder. Unaware that less than a foot away from her, Alyda was carrying Ira's baby, nor were the two of them going to bring up that explosive revelation to Cora at that moment.

"What are you playing at, Ira?!" Lucifer huffed low when Cora and Alyda went to get themselves something to drink. Sensing how he's grown in strength since they last saw each other. Feeling his angel on the cusp of a Seraphim class of angel.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Coming in here calling me the Devil," Lucifer said in a little hurt pout.

"Awe, did I upset you, Luci?" Ira asked, seeing how she shyly nodded. "Want me to come over there and kiss it better?" Again, Ira was greeted with a nod. It wasn't until Cora cleared her throat that Lucifer released her hold on Ira's face.

"You're my snuggle bunny tonight, not Mom's?!" Cora huffed as her cheeks puffed out. Ambling over, back to her seat, turning her nose up at her mother, thinking she could steal her Ira for the night. Getting an eye roll from her mother as she turned her attention back to the movie, when in reality, her mind was elsewhere. Trying to figure out what her mother was trying to pull with her involvement with Ira.

"Walk me to the door Ira," Toni said, getting up from her seat once the movie had ended. Making Cora believe she was returning home for the night and not heading back to her throne in Hell. Where matters of her realm needed her attention. "Cora, I'll come by Monday and help you get the papers ready for the insurance company."

"Okay, thanks Mom, don't know what I'd do if you hadn't been so calm about this whole thing," Cora said, smiling sweetly at her mother. Trying not to show that she could see Ira's horns while invisible to them all, she could see their ghostly image. She pondered why that was. When she's never been able to see them before. Trying not to let her eyes bug out when she noted six wings instead of the two she knew of that she had seen the night of their date at the State Fair. How she just wanted to reach out and touch that tail of his before he followed after her mother.

"Watch your mother, somethings off, I don't know what if she's starting to awaken its hiding itself even from my senses. So keep an eye on her; I don't want my sister's laying a hand on her," Lucifer said in a stern grandmotherly voice.

"You sure?" Ira asked, keeping his voice down.

"Somewhat sure, with you and your sister constantly around her, I'm surprised it hasn't already happened given what you are now. The kind of power that you give off isn't something a sleeping angel can ignore," Lucifer stated factually.

"Yeah," Ira sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "So been trying not to drag Mom into this world of ours," he muttered, seeing his grandmother nodding.

"You watch out for her, okay?" Lucifer said, knowing she couldn't make a move on Earth without drawing attention to herself. Smiling into Ira's shoulder as she felt his loving touch on her back as he gently rubbed it as they hugged.

"You got it, Luci," Ira said; if she was on the cusp of awakening, he did hope his mother didn't choose to rise, knowing it would only be in Fourth Heaven that he would ever be able to see her or on Earth. "Tell Anael I said hello, will you?"

"Of course, baby, she does miss you, you know," Lucifer said, affectionately.

"I know; tell her I've had a talk with her sisters. Hopefully, they'll treat her better," Ira said in a fatherly voice, seeing his grandmother's eyes quivering at that.

"I'll tell her; she'll be very happy about that," Lucifer said in a loving tone. "I must go; I'll be seeing you, Suriel Zol," she uttered, winking at him.

"Mmm, I do love watching you leave, Light Bringer," Ira said in a sinful tone as his eyes fell on her backside.

"Ira?! Naughty boy, maybe I should make you hold onto it next time," Lucifer taunted before returning to her realm.

"Oh, that's so going to happen," Ira muttered to no one in particular.

Saturday Night...

"Wow, Mom, look at you," Bridgett whistled at how stunning her mother looked in that black dress she was wearing. "Who's your hot date?"

"Not telling," Cora said, smiling into her mirror as she fixed her hair.

"Does he know how hot you look in that?" Bridgett asked, checking out her mother. "If you strike out, can I take a bat at you? I promise you won't leave disappointed."

"Bridgett!" Cora scuffed as she turned towards her daughter. "What's gotten into you lately?!" she asked, knowing she almost sounded like Vikki when she needed to feed.

"What? We're all family here, and it isn't like we both haven't fucked Ira before, so what if I think my mom is looking fucking yummy in that dress. That all I want to do is kneel down, spread her legs, and make her moan on my tongue," Bridgett stated, seeing her mother's face rapidly ripening.

"While I'm flattered, Bridgett, yet tonight my pussy is only for one person," Cora said, yet that didn't stop her body from heating at her daughter's sensuous words. Her body rocked as her daughter hugged her from the side.

"Have fun, tonight Mom; Ira better treat you right," Bridgett whispered into her mother's ear before placing a kiss on her left cheek. Seeing heat flooding her mother's cheeks when she said that. "Hope you enjoy your date night."

"Thanks, honey, so do I," Cora said in a motherly sigh. Taking her daughter by surprise as she kissed Bridgett on the lips.

"Don't tempt me, Mom; I might just have to woo you away from Ira," Bridgett said with a smile on her lips as she walked backwards towards the door.

"Not happening," Cora answered with a confident smirk. Leaning in when she thought she saw her eyes flash gold for a second. Shaking it off, thinking it was her nervousness getting to her about what she and Ira were going to speak about that night. Knowing after this night, there would no longer be any secrets between the two of them, that she would know wholeheartedly what her son has been doing up to this date. She was determined not to be brushed aside when she knew events would lead her son away from her side. Wondering if she could talk her son into turning her so they could always be together. She didn't care where it was. As long as she could be with him, that's all that truly mattered to her.

"So, what do you think?" Ira asked as he got dressed in Vikki's room. A room far enough away from his mother's that he knew he could speak freely without his mother overhearing.

"I don't know, Ira?! I've only been like this for like four days now!" Bridgett intoned as she fell backwards onto hers and Vikki's bed.

"I'm not asking your angel side, sis. How did she taste to your demon," Ira said in a pointed tone.

"Oh. Kind of sweet, which is weird. You don't taste sweet," Bridgett said, lifting herself up on her elbows as she peered at him.

"Oh? And what do I taste like?" Ira asked curiously.

"Power. Like I'm kissing a nuclear reactor," Bridgett said factually, with Vikki nodding along.

"Huh. Not something I was expecting to hear."

"Don't take it the wrong way, Ira. It's just when we kiss you; it's not just your power we're tasting; it's everything! It's so fucking addicting!" Vikki said, drooling with Bridgett nodding along.

"So, bro, is those angels," pointing to the ceiling, "really sweet?" Bridgett asked, wondering if she could tempt Fate into tasting one.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ira taunted with a coy smile on his lips as he buttoned his shirt.

"Oh, come on, you have to tell us!" Bridgett bemoaned, slapping her hands against her knees.

"Yes, you must; it's not fair you know what an angel tastes like," Vikki said, backing up Bridgett.

"So have you; you've ate grandma out, so what are you complaining about?" Ira asked with an arched eyebrow.

"What?!" Bridgett gasped, seeing Vikki looking away, very red-faced. "What did it taste like?!"

"Sweeter than anything you could imagine," Vikki sighed dreamily.

"Seraphims are sweeter, although I doubt you'll survive their orgasms," Ira stated, noting their slacked jaws.

"You've been..." The palm of her hand smacked her forehead, remembering Azza, "of course, you have. Okay, why do you think we couldn't handle their orgasms?" Bridgett asked, peering up at him.

"One: she would die the moment they had one, well any angel really even the Fallen," pointing at Vikki, "two: Seraphims orgasms are very... explosive," Ira said factually.

"Okay, how explosive are we talking here?" Bridgett asked, curious.

"You know the crater in Fourth Heaven?" Seeing them nod that they did, "Well, that was caused by Metatron when I made her orgasm," Ira stated in a matter-of-fact manner seeing their jaws just dropping as he said that.

"You're fucking with us, aren't you?!" Bridgett exclaimed.

"Sorry, sis, I'm not, Zophiel's is much stronger than Metatron's, think bigger than this whole city combined there still be room to fit a few dozen towns in the crater she would leave," Ira said, nodding his head when they shot him looks of disbelief. "Trust me, I was there; how do you think Azza was born, hmm?"​