Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

"Ira?! What's the meaning of this?!" Lucifer asked heatedly, getting up from her throne.

"Wow, Mom, those things are huge?!" Cora exclaimed as she studied her mother's twenty-foot form.

"Cora?! You shouldn't talk about your mother's bust like that," Lucifer spoke in a disapproving tone.

"Oh? How should I talk to you? What is the truth, and what's the lie?" Cora huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she peered up at her mother. "Why didn't you tell me any of this?!" she stated, waving her arms about. Her eyes followed how her mother's body faded from view; she had no idea how, yet she could sense her mother's footsteps on the fabric of the realm she never thought she would see, much less be standing in. Feeling her loving touch, a touch she'd known all her life when her mother took her face into her hands.

"Oh, my sweet Cora, you have no idea how much I've wanted to tell you, to teach you everything you needed to know. To show you a world we could make together, yet," her eyes fell on her daughter's halo, knowing who she fell for, "as it is, you can no longer walk this realm like I had once hoped you would. Not since you sided with Ira," Lucifer said in a motherly tone as her golden eyes flickered over to Ira.

"Wait, does that mean I can't see you anymore?!" Cora cried out.

"What? Heavens no?! We'll see plenty of each other when we wish it, yet you have chosen a side. I just can't speak to you about some things, but just look at how beautiful you are?!" Lucifer sighed, running her hands down her daughter's arms. "I knew you would be," she said with motherly pride. Turning her head when Ira snapped his fingers, pondering what her grandson had in store for them. She and Cora turned, arching an eyebrow when Elvis Presley's '(You're The) Devil in disguise' began to play on the sulfur laced air. Feeling her cheeks heating when Ira began to dance to the music. Her hips began to sway, leaning forward, puckering her lips at him when it got to the line of 'fool me with your kisses.' Putting on a display for him, showing off her angelic womanly shape to his red burgundy eyes.

"Mom? Just what have you and my son been doing?" Cora asked, never once seeing this side of her mother before. It wasn't hard to notice the want in her mother's eyes.

"Oh, such delicious things we've done in this very place," Lucifer cooed; that was when she noticed that devilish grin on his lips before some unseen force took hold of her arms and legs, wrapping themselves around her breasts as she was lifted into the air. "Ira, what's the meaning of this!" she roared.

"Ira! What are you doing?!" Cora shouted when she also, was entrapped in those strange bindings that she couldn't break.

"What?" Ira mused as his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form came to the surface. "You did ask me to show you how an angel cums, did you not?" he asked with a coy grin on his lips.

"But I didn't say to tie me up!" Cora huffed, trying not to get wet at how sexy her son looked in that form.

"Don't you dare do it!" Lucifer warned as she watched Ira's top right wing folded around him as he plucked a feather from it.

"Oh? Don't you want to show Mom that face of yours when you feel this?" Ira asked in a sinful light as the edge of his feather brushed along the pad of his finger. His incubus energies arced off of it as he did.

"I'm warning you, Ira," Lucifer said in false bravado as Ira neared her suspended form. However, she couldn't stop her pussy from heating and growing moist, knowing full well what that did to her.

"Hmm... I think I'll risk it," Ira spoke with a wicked grin on his lips.

"No, no..." Tossing her head back, her angelic light shot forth from her eyes and mouth as Ira's essence titillated her own.

"Ira, what did you just do?" Cora asked in awe as she watched her mother's chest heaving rapidly.

"Ira!" Lucifer's voice thundered as he lightly ran his feather along her inner left thigh as he tormented her.

"Would you like to find out?" Ira asked, peering over at his mother.

"Ira... what are... Oh, fuck me!" Cora wailed as she spontaneously came as Ira's essence flooded her body in ways she's never experienced before.

"Mmm, I think we need to remove these clothes; I would hate for you to soak your panties in your bliss," Ira spoke, running his feather along his fork tongue, tasting his mother's and grandmother's sex upon it, with another snap of his fingers removing his mother's and his grandmother's clothing. "Yet, to leave you hanging while you watch is very poor of me as your son. So, do enjoy it," he said, listening to his mother's whimpers as the feather he had plucked from his wing moved teasingly along her body.

Cora peered through her weak eyes; she'd forgotten how many times she'd came. All she knew was her pussy was soaked, her body weak from the numerous orgasms that assaulted her form. Watching the red mist hover over his pupils as her son stood in front of her suspended mother. Looking worryingly around her as; what light there was in that hellish place darkened as her mother leaned forward. Swallowing hard when she noticed a red murderous light appear in her mother's pupils.

"You dare to humiliate the Lord of Hell in her own realm?!" Lucifer spoke; her voice shook the very foundations of Hell.

"I dare," Ira answered with a devilish grin on his lips. "Whatever will you do, oh Lord of Hell," he taunted, hiding the fear he felt as his grandmother leaned forward, feeling her power pushing the restraints he had conjured to their limit.

"Everything in my power..." Lucifer howled as she tossed her head back, her breasts justled, and her nectar dripped endlessly onto the floor of her cell when Ira added another feather to her torment. Her chest heaved, peering through her half-closed eyes, hating the taunting smirk on Ira's lips as she felt his tail slipping into her hot, wet cunt. "Don't tease me, Ira," Lucifer panted low.

"Whoever said I'm teasing you," Ira gloated, feeling her sex coating his tail as it surged through her folds.

"I do," Cora said, causing the two of them to look over at her.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, you can't do this to us if you don't plan on fucking us," Cora stated, trying to wiggle out of her bonds.

"See, even Cora knows you're just teasing us," Lucifer uttered, breathing heavily. Her immortal sweat beaded along her brow; her chest heaved as she noted the devilish look in her grandson's eyes as his feather moved along his fork tongue. Watching his incubus energy arcing off the feather as Ira dragged it along his tongue. "Come, Ira, you can't get me, us, this fucking wet and just leave us wanting," she stated, her glistening mound reflected the orange-red glow of the light of the lake of magma. "You can't torment me so... deliciously and make me plead to have you taking me in front of my own daughter. I know I didn't raise you to be so cruel to me," Lucifer said; her angelic light floated off her wings in particles as her body was so energized it wouldn't take much for Ira to send her over the edge, i.e., a solid good thrust would do it. However, she did not care for the look in his eye before he turned his attention to Cora.

"Ira..." Cora's voice carried concern as her son stared at her with those red burgundy eyes of his. She didn't know how to feel, scared or excited. It seemed to her wherever they were in Hell seemed to bend to Ira's demonic will as if the fabric of the place yearned for its lover.

"Damn it, Ira!" Lucifer cried out at his renewed assault on her body by three of his feathers. "I will get..." Her angelic light flared from her eyes and mouth as her vibration neared its peak. As Ira strolled towards his mother, as she just stared at him like she didn't know him at all. Nevertheless, when she felt the soft caress on her right cheek, she knew the touch of the man she loved. Ira said nothing as he stared into his mother's eyes; his right arm reached down and wrapped around her waist and lifted her up.

"Yes, baby, put it in me," Cora whispered, wishing she had her hands free all so she could hold onto her man. She groaned in want as she felt the crown of his rod pressing against her entrance, moaning as she felt something otherworldly as Ira inched deeper into her sex. While she has had a lot of sex throughout her career as a porn star, the moment she felt him inside of her was like nothing she's ever felt before. It felt to her that her very being was being touched by all of him at once, yet, not, it was so confusing to her. A predatory light appeared in her eyes as she stared at her son, silently telling him she wanted more. She jerked her chin at him as to say: 'That all you got?!' "Oh... fuck!" she gasped; she had no idea what he did, yet she knew her pussy was at his mercy, and Ira knew it. Wondering if this was what all the women he had sex with to feed on felt.

"Ira!" Lucifer screamed out. Growing jealous of watching her own daughter cumming, to how her four wings unfurled, her darkened heavenly light shot off her wings as she came hard on Ira's cock. "You're supposed to be fucking me!" she whined; she needed to feel him back inside her now more than ever. Ira might be the Prince of Hell, yet Hell heeded her call, her command, and she'd be damned if she was going to suffer this wanton lust any longer!

"Oh shit," Ira cursed beneath his breath as Lucifer's power filled the chamber; magma surged upwards, striking the roof as Lucifer grew to twenty feet tall, breaking the bindings he had used to keep them aloft. For the first time since he's come to learn who he was and who she was to him, Ira felt fear as the power of Hell swirled around her body. As it burned brightly in her pupils as she glared down at him. Swallowing hard as the chamber's light faded rapidly as it concentrated in a halo around her body. "Hmpf!" Ira huffed out as his grandmother's power took hold of his body and flung him across the chamber, reverting to his twelve-foot form as his back struck one of the pillars of stone that held the roof aloft. Looking left and right as the stone came alive and encased his wrist, he could feel his grandmother's power lacing the stone, keeping him bound to the pillar. While he was God's and Lucifer's equal in his realm of Fourth Heaven, outside of it, he was just a very powerful Nagdaium', where his angelic half was only on par with a Cherubim class of angel at the moment, and his demon was just as strong, he was still at the mercy of his grandmother. True, he could put up a fight, yet the look in Lucifer's eyes told him don't bother to try; he would fail spectacularly.

"You come to my realm, torment the Lord of Hell so... deliciously, and think you can disrespect me by not fucking me first!" Lucifer hissed, thrusting her giant face inches away from Ira's.

"Kind of," Ira said with a devilish smirk. Granted, not the wisest choice to make with a very horny angel looming over him. "What're ya gonna do, oh, Lord of Hell?" he taunted.

"Everything I want," Lucifer said, her fingers snapped, removing the remainder of Ira's clothing. "You started this, Suriel Zol; you knew this would be the outcome when you teased me so much," she spoke before passionately kissing her grandson. Her wings extended, slowly beginning to flap, lifting her off the floor of her cage. Her free hand reached down and took hold of the root of his cock while the other was like a vise on Ira's chin, making him stare into her eyes as her massive size began to sink down on Ira's fifteen-inch cock, the length needed to bridge the gap to allow an angel to experience their true orgasms.

Cora just watched in shock and awe as she watched her mother's ass cheeks clapping away, which she would admit sounded more like what one would think giant pieces of metal banging against one another sounded like. Her arms strained against whatever it was that her son had bound her in so she could get a better look at the two of them. True, she has seen and even participated in a few of them, the two of them fucking each other. Yet to her, this seemed different, more intimate to her than whenever her mother used the disguise she wore when she was on Earth. It seemed to her that her mother was freer with herself now that she didn't have to hide who she truly was. Huffing in annoyance that she couldn't free herself, she would have to punish her son for making her miss out on all the action as what seemed like an hour had passed as her mother fucked her son on that pillar. Tilting her head when a bed just materialized out of nowhere in front of her. Her nostrils flared as the two of them appeared upon its surface. She's been in a great many movies; nonetheless, the way the two of them were intertwined made her mad with jealousy.

Cora's cheeks heated as she watched her mother's light touch dance down Ira's right cheek as she straddled his lap. It didn't take a genius to know that her son's cock was lodged deep within her mother. A creepy feeling washed over her as her mother had this smile on her face as she peered over at her. "Ow," Cora hissed as her bare ass hit the stone. Reaching back, rubbing the soreness from her cheeks as she got to her feet; now that she was free, she wasn't about to be left out any longer. However, the moment she got within a foot of the bed, the strangest thing happened; as she just stood there in stunned shock as her mother just exploded into a periwinkle vapor. She had thought Ira was just messing with her, now as she watched on that gaseous form of her mother just swirled around the bed and how the jet of cum that shot out of her son's cock had just disappeared into it. Cora felt a light touch on the bottom of her chin as her mother picked it up off the ground and closed it.

"I know I'm beautiful, Cora. No need to be so awestruck," Lucifer teased as she stood in her spectral form. So very happy that she could experience it once again, thanks to her sweet, caring grandson. Turning her head to the right, her corporeal body solidified as she sat on the edge of the bed; her fingertips were light on his skin as they traced along Ira's right forearm as he relaxed. Wondering if the child she had just willed to be impregnated with would choose to serve her or Ira. Turning her gaze back to her daughter when Cora just took her by the shoulders, arching an eyebrow at the display. If Cora was anyone else, she would have blasted their essence to the far reaches of the cosmos.

"Can you do that again?!" Cora asked, wanting to experience it.

"Only if Ira wants to be deep within me again," Lucifer said with a coy smirk.

"You know I'm not..."

"This is your punishment!" Cora said, lunging at her son.

Mor's titan form loomed over her children as they went about tormenting the pet their father had given to them. Eight lights illuminated her taut belly. Feeling the immense power growing within her. A wicked toothy grin spread across her face at the fact that she would once again give her mate powerful children to serve him. Aswang and Avalon ferried souls to her to feed the children growing within her when they weren't enjoying their new toy. Her hand shot out in a thunderous crash as it struck the side of her cavern, shaking it to its core.

"No. No. Don't you..." Mor grunted as she felt one after another of her children's power disappearing as the two greater ones consumed their brethren. In doing so, they made their power their own, strengthening them to the point where they were ready to emerge into their realm. Mor's demonic wail escaped her domain and traveled throughout the eighth circle of Hell, causing those weaker than her to run for cover.

"Go, Azza, and see what troubles that demon your father keeps around," Zophiel ordered as she stood out on the balcony of her abode which she had built after the crisis with Onoskelis was over. Her platinum silver hair drifted on the sulfur-laced air as she peered in the direction where the wail had come from. Her three sets of amethyst-colored wings sat against her back as she turned to peer back at her daughter.

"Yes, Mother," Azza answered; her brownish-platinum hair was held back by the tiara her mother had made for her when she finally reached the point where she could use the full might of the powers she was born with. "If something has happened to her, what should I do?" she asked, her fine red bra with metal feathers strained to support her 32D breast as the light of Hell played along her bare midsection.

"Then kill whoever it was that destroyed your father's consort. I will not have Suriel Zol inconsolable that he neglects his duties to me," Zophiel stated, seeing her daughter nodding before her six dark purple wings unfurled and sent her racing towards the source of the wail.

Azza swooped down into a landing walk as she pulled her duel Vajra-mushtis from behind her back as she neared the entrance to Mor's domain. Her angelic fire flickered along the tri-blades that protruded a foot and a half on the left and right side of the handle; a half-moon blade was attached to the knuckle guard as her wings folded against her back. Her gold-ruby eyes looked around as her angelic sight peered through the unearthly darkness, looking for her siblings and Mor. Her head snapped up as a rain of angelic arrows was fired high above. Her eyes followed their flight, hearing the horrific wail as they impacted on the side of a demon she'd never seen before.

However, she noted the angelic essence, as weak as it was; she knew she was her father's child; she just didn't know why it was attacking its siblings as it had held Aswang within its grip until the pain of the arrows caused her to release its hold on Aswang. Her body moved on its own, her wings acted as a shield as she felt the demon's claws raking them. Its unholy howl filled the cavern as her blades cut open its flesh before it sank back into the darkness. She didn't think the demon could recover that quickly; even if Oroan's angelic arrows were weak, they still carried Heaven's light, something very deadly to a demon no matter how week they were. Unaware that the demon that she had seen taking the brunt of Oroan's arrows was not the same demon that attacked her.

"Father!" Oroan called out from high above her.

Azza's heart raced as she felt his angelic essence approaching as his image appeared in her mind. Her mind flashed back to the time Anael had told her how it was for her when she gave herself to her father. She felt her body heating, wondering when it would be her time to be with her father like Anael had. Would it just be as good as what Anael had described to her? How she hoped that was the case. Her feathers rustled as she stared at her father's back as he had just appeared in a flash. Seeing the slight confusion in his eyes when Ira peered back at her, wondering why she was there in Mor's domain, seeing how the demons and the Fallen didn't interact unless they had to if they weren't the rulers of the Circles.

"Proud of you, Azza," Ira said offhandedly, noting how she had conquered her fear of handling her true power.

"Thank you, Father," Azza said weakly, dropping her head, her cheeks heated at his praise.

"And you didn't lose any of that hotness; well, I chalk that up to your mother," Ira said with a flirty smile as his eyes scanned the cavern for Mor. He knew it was very odd for her not to greet him the moment he appeared within her domain. "Oroan!" he shouted, calling out to his son. Arching an eyebrow as he turned around when he felt Oroan's presence at his back, wondering why Oroan knelt to him in such a manner yet kept his thoughts to himself.

"Forgive me, Father, for calling you..."

"It's cool, Oroan, but why? Where's Mor? And the others?"

"Protecting mother," Oroan answered, seeing through the veil he kept around himself to conceal the ugliness he was born with. He didn't think his father needed to peer at the disgrace that was his face. "Except for me and Aswang, we were trying to contain the two of them, but they were too strong for us," he said in shame. "I accept your punishment; take my head, father; I failed you." Looking up when he felt Ira's hand on his left shoulder.

"Get up, Oroan, and tell me what the hell is going on here," Ira said in a fatherly tone, flashing Azza a warm smile when she came to his side.

"I was out getting mother some souls for her to feed her growing children, then when I returned, I found Aswang keeping them away from mother as the rest were guarding her, keeping them from getting to her. I don't know what is wrong with mother, nor do I know these demons that have attacked us. I've never felt something like them before. They attack like no other demon I know of; I'm sorry I fail..."

"It's okay, Oroan," Ira said reassuringly. "Glad you called for me; I wouldn't have known about this otherwise. See to your sister, if you two are still able to fight, then join my side, and we'll see if we can properly deal with these interlopers."

"Yes, Father, I will see to it," Oroan nodded firmly. A strange sensation formed in his body that was so very odd, given his makeup. It made him feel dirty yet also pleased at the same time; it was rather confusing for the demon as he went to see to his sister.

"Azza, I don't know why you're in Mor's domain, but might I ask for your assistance in this matter?"

"Of course, Father, you know I'm always willing to help you," Azza spoke; her body was on fire at the simple touch of his hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks, let's go see what we can find out. Mor! If you're still awake, shield your eyes; if not, Ardat Lili, Avalon, Bolvaril, protect your mother from my light. Rogthakel, O'Yama, Batibat, protect your siblings while they're indisposed," Ira shouted as he morphed into his twelve-foot-tall form, hearing their answer as he raised his sword to the ceiling. Noting how Azza shyly inched away from him when his angelic power and light swirled around the blade of his sword as he concentrated his might into a bright beacon illuminating that cave for the first time in all of creation. Not that he needed the light to tell where they were; he already knew; this was to show whatever demon it was that he was not to be trifled with as his Nagdaium' power reached its zenith. Arching an eyebrow when Ira noted a ruby-red glowing eye peering at him and what appeared to be blood running down her chin beneath her equally ruby-stained lips before that face disappeared into the darkness of the crevice she was hiding within.

Nodding to Azza, while he wasn't concerned that Azza wouldn't be able to handle whatever they were, she was a Seraphim, after all, and the daughter of the very first angel. What he was concerned with was how some unknown demon could have easily overpowered Mor and his children. His and Azza's feet touched lightly on the stone ledge; his blue angelic flames flickered along the blade of his sword as it dipped towards the stone. Noting how Azza was readying herself should it come to blows. "Come out before I destroy you," Ira commanded forcibly, switching his sword to his left hand, lightly holding Azza's left arm to steady her as the cavern began to shake as. Mor's influence raced throughout the cavern as she came to. Peering over her right shoulder as, Mor's massive hand crashed into the side of the cavern as she steadied her body after giving birth to such a massive power.

"Mor's mate?! Mor is pleased to see you here. Mor has something to tell you," Mor said as her strides caused the ground to shake as she took one step after another.

"And what would that be?" Ira asked, turning his massive body to her and holding his hand to her. Ignoring how his angelic side wasn't pleased to feel the demonic corruption on his skin as Mor's hand filled his, watching how her body shrunk down to her humanoid size in his hand. His eyes ran down her naked body, trying not to get hard as she rubbed her body against his thumb.

"Mor was good; Mor gave you powerful children," Mor said greedily, smiling evilly at him.

"Huh?" His attention turned towards the crevice as the sound of two demonic growls echoed off the stone walls. Their burning red eyes glowed in the darkness, and the angelic light of his halo and crown washed over their deep red skin as a row of horns sprouted along the top of their wolf-like heads as they breached the hole. Their claws cut through the stone as the right one's right hand and the left one's left hand held onto the lip of the opening. Their eyes gazed up at him as they stood at eight feet tall each. Yet something was wrong; he could sense something was not right with them as they were showing off their power when he could tell they had been weakened. "Mor?" Ira's voice floated on the hellish air in confusion, seeing how he didn't know she was pregnant again or that she had already given birth.

"Are you not pleased?"

"Didn't say that, Mor, but I didn't know you were expecting?"

"Mor's mate will forgive Mor, yes? For keeping you in the dark around them, Mor wasn't expecting them to be born for a few more days, but they got impatient and wanted out. They hurt Mor coming out; they were a little rambunctious when they were born. Playing with their siblings a little too roughly, but no harm was done to Mor's children," Mor stated, keeping her body on display as she spoke. "Daughters, greet your father; don't make Mor tell you twice," she warned, peering down at her twins. Her soulless black eyes glanced at Ira when she suspected he had felt the weakness in them. Wondering if Ira was going to dispose of them and start anew. Not that she was against the idea of being with her mate again; it was always a delight of pain when they were together. Stepping off his hand when Ira lowered it to the ledge. Her sex grew hot as she watched his power washing over him as he shrunk down to his human size, leaping at him, wrapping her naked body around his left arm. "Mor as missed Mor's mate; Mor's mate must see more of Mor," Mor nodded as if that was common sense.

"Hey, maybe once this crisis is over, I might actually have time to just hang out," Ira stated with a shrug of his shoulders. "So, who are they?" he asked, pointing at his children.

"Well? Introduce yourself to your father, and stop being rude to Mor's mate. Just because you were just born doesn't mean you can disrespect your father and Prince," Mor growled. Smiling up at Ira as their image shimmered and condensed down to human-looking females if you discount the glowing ruby eyes, their dark blood hair, the blood red markings beneath the one on the right's mouth, while the left had what Ira could only describe markings similar to what he had seen in 'The Crow' that Viki and his sister made him watch, yet instead of straight lines above and below their eyes the lines had a flame-like feel to them as they zig-zagged an inch or two along her skin. Ira kept his eyes from dipping lower as their bodies were on display for him. It wasn't lost on him that the two of them were holding each other's hand as the light of his halo bathed their pale skin like their mother had. Still, he couldn't help it; his eyes did note their very perky 36C breasts and their equally pale nipples.

"I am Aamon, this is my sister Angra Mainyu."

"And what happened to the two of you?" Ira asked, feeling their power weakening as they spoke.

"He shot me with something," Aamon hissed at Oroan, who was smirking beneath the shroud that kept him hidden.

"She cut me with that blade of hers," Angra Mainyu spat at her older sister.

"And why were you attacking your siblings?" Ira asked; he wasn't expecting to receive the most creepiest of grins out of them when he asked that.

"Why not eat them? We ate our other brethren; you don't need these weak demons to serve you, Father; we are stronger than all of them," they stated proudly. Their eyes went cross-eyed when the pad of Ira's index fingers pressed against the center of their foreheads. Their cries of pain rang out as Ira assaulted their essence with his own, forcing them to submit to him, hearing the others laughing at them as they were forced to their knees.

"You will not consume any more of my children, understand me?" Ira spoke forcibly, turning up the pain as their wails chilled his blood. "Do you understand?!" he growled, his power lacing his words.

"Yes, father!" They cried out as one as they felt their father's power nearly shuddering their forms to the ether.

"You will obey your mother when she commands you, you will not attack your siblings, torment the souls of Hell, have fun with that, but you are not to assault my children. Am I clear?" Ira barked.

"Yes, father, please, father, no more?!" They pleaded, knowing if he pushed any harder, they would cease to exist. Once they had submitted to Ira's will, their bodies were flooded with his power, healing their bodies of the wounds.

"Now, if I hear you've disregarded my words, I will end you," Ira said, seeing Aamon and Angra Mainyu cowering beneath his gaze. "If you obey, you will be rewarded," he said sweetly, brushing his thumb along their cheeks. However, that was short-lived as Mor leapt onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, shoving her fork tongue into his mouth. The smack on her ass rang loudly within her domain, followed by her demonic wail of bliss. "Come, Azza, I'll escort you home," Ira said, holding out his hand to her after spending a few moments with all his other children.

"Yes, father," Azza whispered, slipping her hand into his. Feeling her heart flutter, her body heating and began tingling at her father's touch. Wondering if Anael felt like this before she gave herself to him. As they soared high above the Eighth Circle, unaware a pair of golden eyes were watching them from afar on her throne.

Belial, the ruler of the Eight Circle, watched high above to simulate what she had when she and her sisters lost in their fall. Her delicate fingers interweaved with one another. Her chin slid along her thumbs as they came to rest in the nocks of her thumbs as she watched the elation on Zophiel's daughter's face. While Ira, or as she has come to know him as Suriel Zol, didn't seem to notice how his touch affected the Seraphim, or maybe he did and didn't wish to show it. Whatever the case was, that wasn't why she was watching the man. Even now, her sisters were gloating; they might not say the words, yet she knew they were so did the others who had yet felt his touch. Allocen was practically flaunting her swollen belly in their faces, whom she knew was due any time now.

Even the demon Asmodan, who slew her sister to take her throne, had felt the man's touch and even carries his child. Her golden eyes stared intently at the crystal ball the imps serving her held high, watching how his wings moved, how his muscles looked as they grew taut and relaxed as he flew across her domain. She knew she had to make her move while he was still within her domain. However, she wasn't foolish enough to make a move while he was with his daughter. Her head rose, her eyes held confusion as Azza abruptly hugged him and rapidly flew off. Her heart leapt to her throat when Ira just turned around and peered up. No one could see her citadel; she used her vast powers to conceal it in the haze that obscured the sky of her domain. Yet she just couldn't fathom how he could see it or sense her gazing at him. Her eyes glanced to and fro as the items she's collected throughout the ages trembled as Ira's vast powers announced his approach.

Her white-layered, blue-trimmed armored skirt trailed along the seat of her throne as her gold-plated armored boots lightly stepped onto her dais. The light blue of her greaves, inlaid with gold, glinted in the light of her throne room, feeling her minions taking up arms as Ira easily breached her gates. Her left hand shot up, and her blue angelic power shimmered around her body, rippling as she escaped the shockwave Ira had set loose throughout her home. Her short sword instantly appeared in her hand as she felt every step he took towards her. Puffing out her chest, her layered pauldron shone as she readied herself for battle. Her four wings flexed to keep her agile so she could keep distance between her and Ira. She knew in a head-to-head fight, she wouldn't win; however, she specialized in fighting from afar, something she knew Ira wasn't experienced in. If it came to blows, she would use that to her advantage until her other sisters arrived to provide assistance if the need arose.

Her giant double doors groaned as his meaty hands thumped hard against them; the hinges moaned as his might alone pushed those heavy doors opened. Ira's demonic oppression flooded the room as the doors inched open; Belial swallowed hard as she caught hints of his shadow cloaked horns; it was only due to the light of his halo and crown that she could even see their faint outline due to the unnatural darkness that coated them. His demonic taint drifted off his red burgundy eyes as his face came into view. His midnight blue skin shone in the light of her throne room as he pushed the doors open the rest of the way as he stared her down. His tail thumped lightly on the floor.

"Why?" The question rightly confused her as he just stood there.

"I don't..."

"Why are you spying on me? I don't appreciate that, not when I was trying to spend time with my daughter," Ira said; his annoyance was clear as day.

"Forgive me, Suriel Zol; it was not my intention for you to leave Azza's side. She's a very beautiful child, by the way; you and Zophiel must be proud of what she has achieved," Belial said, trying to butter him up and to ease his discomfort at being pulled away from his child. She noticed he wasn't buying her platitude as he rolled his thick tree trunk finger as his tail swayed behind him, waiting for her to get to her real reason. "I won't deny I was peering at you through that," waving to the crystal ball, ignoring how her imps just stood frozen in place when she knew, given what Ira was, they would have fled the moment he stepped foot on her citadel, "yet I wasn't spying on you. I have no nefarious plans against you. You just vex me," Belial said truthfully, seeing how that arched one of his eyebrows.

"How so?"

"You visit my sister, Lucifer, all the time and leave just as quickly without visiting one of us," Belial spoke, gesturing to herself. "Even Allocen has felt your touch, as well as Zophiel and that demon Mor. Don't get me started on Asmodan," her hand shook side to side as she began her rant, "Look at me, Suriel Zol, am I not ten times more attractive than all of them?!" she asked, running her hands down her body.

"How would I know? Do you think I have x-ray vision?" Ira retorted, pointing at her armor. He saw her looking down, noting her embarrassment before her angelic robe flowed down her body as her armor was sent to the ether.

"Now, tell me, Suriel Zol, am I not far more attractive than the Lord of Hell?" Belial boasted, watching how his eyes ran down her body.

"I'm not answering that; I know she'll hear of it," Ira stated, knowing a trap when he saw one, and he wasn't about to have his grandmother on his ass when in truth, she was indeed prettier than his grandmother was. He honestly didn't know how that could be given all the other angels he's seen and met. To him, they were all like super models with supernatural powers. His eyes looked around the room as Belial's throne room dissolved around him, only to appear in her bedroom.

"Come, Suriel Zol, and claim me as your wife and give me the child I'm destined to bear," Belial said, her angelic robe slide down her body and pooling in a heap twenty feet below at her feet. "I know how you like breasts, Suriel Zol; I guarantee you that mine are the most exquisite you'll ever feel," she proclaimed as she cradled her 30NN breasts in her hands. "Let me once again feel what my sisters have felt since our fall from grace," Belial uttered in longing.

Garrett Lutz had been walking home from his job one evening when, out of the blue, hands not of his own or that he knew of reached out and pulled him into the alleyway he was walking by. The same alley he always did; their hands muffled his cries of pain as they began to pummel his body with their fists as one always held him bound. He had no idea why they were doing this to him; he only wished for it to end. His left hand reached out to the light of the alleyway, silently calling for help to those who passed by without a care that he was getting the tar beaten out of him. The question remained - Why?!

"Stacy says you're never going to fuck her again," hissed the man with tufts of his hair in his hand, forcing his battered face to peer at him. "She's our slut now; that little dick wouldn't be able to get her off now, not after what we've been doing to that tasty bitch." Garrett flinched as the man spat on him. He thought that was it, how wrong he was, as their feet began to stomp him into the pavement. It was only because of his screams of pain when they shattered his right knee cap that the six of them fled into the darkness, sure that their assault wouldn't be reported and that they would be free to continue to make Stacy air tight. Garrett's wails and pleas for help were weak as he pulled his broken body through the piss and bile that lined the pavement. His hands were broken, his fingers were bent at odd angles, and his ribs were broken; wondering why his wife would do this to him. What had he done to deserve this from her other than filing for divorce when he learned she wasn't as faithful to him as he was to her. He just didn't know it was that many men. If she didn't want to be with him any longer, why would she do this to him? He knew it would take a lot of time for him to heal, yet when he did, he knew there would be a reckoning!

Cassiel stood off in the crowd as she watched how the human mortals loaded up the injured man, who's only sin she could sense was loving the wrong woman. Moving through the mass of bodies unseen and, climbed into the rear of the ambulance with the man, sensing he wouldn't make it to the hospital if she didn't. A light touch on the man's foot kept him alive when the machines that went beep and whatnot filled the air. She learned when it had a long tone, it was when the man's body had expired. She knew it wasn't his time to cross over. While she didn't serve Heaven, she knew his soul was destined to reside there once his time actually came. Her gold-ruby eyes studied the man's soul, learning everything she could about the man to see if he would be a worthy candidate for her father to gain the power she knew he would need to take on the last three sisters.

Cassiel stood out of the way, leaning around the nurses and doctors as they worked on the man just to see what they were doing. She found the human's way of healing the body very strange when all she had to do was will herself to be whole again or ask her more powerful sisters to do it or her father. Cassiel felt her body heating at the thought of her father. Recounting how her body felt pressed against his as they sat on top of his temple, the way his lips felt against hers, to how she thought she had wetted herself only to have Anael tell her that was a normal reaction to their father's touch. How she wanted to experience it once again.

She knew she could take her father's mind off of the troubles he was facing; she just knew she could. The question was, was she ready for that? Chewing on her lip, ignoring how the humans were speaking to one another as she remembered her conversation with Cora, her grandmother. Wondering if she should talk to her about what she was feeling. Once they had left the room, her eyes moved over the man, noting the tube that was coming out of his mouth to the way the man appeared to be sleeping. Yet she could feel his mind; she knew it was in turmoil as the questions he had asked himself were constantly repeating in his head. She knew the man made an excellent candidate for the Nagdaium' of Vengeance. She just hoped her father saw it the same way she did.​