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Her hands lightly pressed on the medical bed as she lowered herself to her knees. Bringing her hands together in prayer, her hot breath flowing over them as she opened her mind to her father, hoping he heard her. "Oh, Father, who is Suriel Zol, hear me. Hear your daughter, please show yourself here in my presence..." She didn't even finish her prayer as she felt her father was near. Her heart raced as Ira shimmered into view as he walked into the room the man was given.

"Hey, Cassiel, pretty as always," Ira spoke, flashing his daughter a loving smile. His eyes moved around the room, wondering why she would call him there of all places. Noting how Cassiel's cheeks heated to a nice red hue.

"You were listening," Cassiel said breathlessly.

"Of course I was; what father ignores his daughter's prayer?" Ira asked, flashing her a smirk. Huffing lightly as she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her 38C breasts into his chest as he rubbed her back. "So, want to tell me what we're doing here and why you're on Earth?"

"I was fulfilling my duty to you, Father, in searching out souls that are suitable to serve the angel of Vengeance. Some were just calling for that for some slight they perceived or wished ill on the innocent when they were in the wrong. These Lailah and I disregard, yet there are those, like this man, that deserve to call upon you," Cassiel spoke, gesturing to the man in the bed. "We know you have so much to contend with; we thought if we took this upon ourselves, we could lighten your burden..." Her eyes widened, her cheeks heated rapidly, and a gasp escaped her lips as Ira kissed her left cheek.

"You and Lailah are too good to me; thank you, Cassiel. Mind making sure no one comes in here while I see what this man wants?" Ira asked, peering over at her.

"Of course, Father, I obey," Cassiel stammered, an array of emotions swirled within her mind as she replayed the kiss. Walking over to the door, not knowing what to do with all those strange emotions assaulting her mind, pondering if she should visit Cora and ask her about what she was feeling.

"You know, you're like your mother, always dutiful and just as pretty," Ira flirted, watching his daughter's face ripen to a cherry before she quickly turned back around. "Now, let's have a look at you," he muttered, his red burgundy eyes running over the man's body. He didn't need to look at the man's chart to determine the injuries the man sustained. His index finger tapped on the center of the man's forehead, casting the man's soul out of his body to stand across from him. He wasn't about to wake the man up just to listen to his screaming. While he would be happy to heal the man, yet he was a demon; even demons had rules they had to follow. So he couldn't heal the man without something in exchange, although if he agreed to what his payment would be, then he would be happy to heal the man's body free of charge.

"What?! Where am I? Are you here to lead me home?" Garrett asked, his ghostly head looking around, wondering if he was dead or not. If he was dead, wondering if this was Hell.

"You're in the hospital," Ira answered, waving to the man's body. "Tell me, who did this to you?"

"I... I don't know, it was so dark, it happened so fast. All I can remember is the pain as they worked my body over," Garrett said; a questioning look appeared on his face, wondering why the boy across from him could see him. "I have an idea who sent them."

"Who?" Ira asked, even though he knew the answer to that, given he had read his mind as he cast Garrett's soul out of his body.

"My wife, soon-to-be ex-wife," Garrett spat, wishing for the months to pass so he could heal up and get his pound of flesh out of his skank of a wife.

"And why would she do this to you?"

"I honestly don't know; I had her served since all she cared about was getting her cunt fucked by whoever would fill that loose thing she calls a pussy. Maybe she just wants me dead for my life insurance since I would mur*er her in court," Garrett said, throwing out suggestions.

"I can help you deal with this wife of yours and those that did this to you," Ira offered, seeing the man's perplexed look on his face.

"How?"

"Introductions are in order; I am Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of Vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven. My daughter was the one who brought your plight to my attention," waving over to Cassiel, "if you agree, for three years, your soul will be mine; you will serve me until your servitude to me is over. When the three years are over, you are free with your soul intact. It will have no bearing on your entrance to Heaven; you're a good man, Garrett Lutz; I can already see you finding yourself there. While in service to me, you may return to your life if you so wish and forget we even had this conversation, or I can leave, and you will never be the same again.

Your body is pretty broken; even with modern medicine, you will live a life of a man in constant pain due to what has been done to you," Ira said, a ring of fire spread out along his chest, revealing his Nagdaium' side of his chaotic nature to the man's soul. Who was watching in horror as his eyes ran upward, noting how his horns nearly scrapped along the room's ceiling. "I always honor my deals, Garrett Lutz. I promise you if you agree to my terms, you will never again have to worry about this wife of yours or those who did this to you. I'll even restore you to the way you were before this evil befell you."

"But... you can't be real, I'm hallucinating, I have to be?!"

"Just because you don't believe a being such as I exists doesn't mean we don't. Me standing here speaking with your soul is evident of that. It's the same with Yahweh and Lucifer; just because you don't believe doesn't mean they aren't out there watching," Ira said, nodding to the window. "Because I'll tell you something, Mr. Lutz, they sure do believe in you."

"But I'm just... me!"

"Doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things; you're soul can tip the scales between good and evil, just like every mortal that lives on this world. However, it seems most of these mortals are more intent on finding themselves in the fiery pit of Hell than the shining halls of Heaven," Ira said offhandedly.

"But won't me selling my soul to you send me there?!" Garrett exclaimed.

"No, you will serve me; I am a different power in the cosmic order. I'm neither good nor evil in the cosmic sense of things; I just am. You follow my orders and my commands faithfully, your life won't be impacted too much. Now, if you disobey, I won't hesitate to crush your soul and feed the shards to my children," Ira said darkly. "Do we have a deal, Garrett Lutz?" he asked, his eyes following the man's soul as he began to pace along his hospital bed.

"And you promise that they'll be dealt with, and I don't have to see them ever again?"

"I promise, they're fate will not be a second thought to you," Ira stated with a nod.

"And what if I wanted you to erase my memory of the woman I'm currently married to and make it to where this horrible mistake never happened?"

"I can do that; however, that will cost you another year of servitude," Ira said, ensuring the man knew everything before making a deal with him. A smirk rose on the corner of his lip when the man muttered under his breath, 'Please God, don't make me regret this.'

"Okay, if you say you can do what you said, then okay, I agree," Garrett said, holding out his ghostly hand to Ira.

"Very good, Garrett," Ira said, his eyes flared as his hand slipped into the man's hand. His eyebrow rose as he watched a red light racing along the man's soul; demonic script began to burn itself onto his soul, noticing his angelic name appearing on the center of the man's chest as their deal was sealed. "I'll return for your soul once I've upheld my end," he spoke, returning Garrett's soul to his body. "Cassiel, return to Fourth Heaven and see to your duties," Ira ordered, blowing his daughter a kiss before he faded from reality.

Ira never once wanted to visit the city of New York; even before he became what he is to this day, he still didn't want to be there. Nonetheless, he had a deal to seal. His eyes roamed the street he found himself on, feeling eyes on him; his demon writhed at the prospect of someone trying to accost him. Wondering how they would deal with his demon as he dragged them to Hell and fed them to his children. He had seen how the city had gone down hill from the once shining beacon it once was from his childhood as he approached the man's home. Ira's respect for Garrett grew as he noted how well off the man appeared to be doing, given the sight of the man's home.

His incubus side writhed as he sensed the sexual energies that were flooding the three-story townhouse that was closely tucked beside copies of it, only in different colors. His hand reached forward when he reached the top of the landing, and a wicked smile formed on his lips when the man-made lock thought to keep him out. His image shimmered as he overlapped Garrett's likeness over his body as his finger tapped on the door handle, unlocking it magically.

Normally, he wouldn't be able to enter a person's home due to the rules he had to follow, yet with Garrett's deal it gave him the means to do so. The sounds of men grunting filled his ears; the smell of sex was thick in the home as the door swung closed behind him. His shoes announced his approach; whether or not they heard it, Ira couldn't say. Calling his children to him, even Aamon and Angra Mainyu; although they were ill-behaved, they were mostly demons he couldn't expect them to behave like human children. Still, he knew they would enjoy what was about to happen. Seeing their eyes peering out of the shadows as he ambled through the house, sensing their blood lust. Ira did a double take when Ardat Lili swayed her naked 32E breasts, telling him with those eyes of hers what she wanted before she sank back into the shadows.

As he stood at the entrance to Garrett's living room, he watched the seven of them rutting like beasts. Ira ignored the state of the house they had turned it into; he could see the once finery of the place beneath the rubbish they had strewn across the place. Ira wondered how long he would have to stand there before they noticed he was even there. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long when one of the men who had attacked Garrett looked up. How did he know they were the men that committed the assault? Their sins were clear as day on their souls. So, he felt no guilt about what he was about to do to them. Seeing the sneer on the man's face as he brought the other's attention to the fact he was there. Ira wondered how long Garrett had been dealing with this, given how one of the men was supposedly Garrett's friend. He knew Luci would have fun with the man if he were to find his soul in her circle; however, that wouldn't be the case for him and the six others. No, he was going to take their souls; he knew doing so would permanently make them his servants, although their servitude would be short-lived. In doing so, he knew that would push him well past the power Zophiel and Metatron wielded. A power that he was going to need in dealing with the last of the Sisters, yet also to counter Yahweh's and his grandmother's might should that ever come to pass.

Ira might have once been cowed by the man's muscular size when he was just a normal teenage boy. That was no longer the case as one of the woman's sex partners, the ringleader in the assault whom the woman had wrapped around her finger, stalked towards him, thinking of putting him in his place.

"Listen here, you little shit, I don't know how you're walking let alone, show no signs of the beating we gave you," the man spat in anger; Ira noted the woman's wicked glee on her face at the thought of watching what she perceived as humiliating her husband.

"Do it, baby, beat that little snot to a pulp, thinking he can leave me," the woman stated, blowing the man a kiss. Ira nearly felt sick to his stomach as he noted the amount of cum that coated her body. He was definitely going to ensure that Garrett never remembered her. The man did not need the image of what he was seeing in his head. "You should have listened to me, so what I like getting fucked, you were still getting yours. Now, you're not going to get anything, and we are not getting divorced, so don't ever think you can escape me." It wasn't the first time he wondered how some humans could be far wickeder than the demons he's met like the woman before him was. "You're just going to have to watch as real men fuck me like the slut I am. Cry if you want; it will just fuel me when I fuck the shit out of them while you're lying on the floor, a broken man." Her sinister grin spread across her face as the man's fist sailed through the air; Ira felt her glee at the thought of watching her boy toy beating him.

"You simple mortals, you think I'm Garrett, do you?" Ira spoke in a demonic tone, catching the man's punch with ease. "You think your sins would go unpunished? That you can treat people the way you do and not face the consequences of your actions?" Ira grinned murderously as he watched the man's horror flooding his face as the disguise of Garrett faded away as his human Nagdaium' form appeared. His fork tongue ran along his upper lip as the man screamed in sheer pain as a simple tap of his fingernail shattered every bone in the man's arm. "I'm going to enjoy feasting on all your souls!" Ira spoke, playing up his act. A darkness so unnatural flooded the room, cutting the seven of them off from the material world as their screams delighted his demon. Reaching up with his left hand, ripping the man's soul from his body as painfully as he could, watching how the color of the man's skin turned ashen as he held the man's soul in the palm of his hand, feeling that miniature nuclear reactor pumping him with power pushing him over the edge into the Seraphim order. "Aamon and Angra Mainyu," he called out to his newest-born daughters.

"Yes, Father, you called for us," they spoke as one, wearing nothing but what appeared to be silk teddies and high-waisted panties just Aamon wore a green version, and Angra Mainyu wore a purple one. He didn't think they would choose to wear such garments; then again, Ira doubted there were many demons that would dare to tangle with the two of them.

"Enjoy your snack; do with him as you will," Ira said, tossing the man at their feet. Arching an eyebrow when their evil grins revealed their needle-like teeth, the same that Mor had when she was in her human disguise.

"Thank you, Father, we know just what to do with him," Angra Mainyu said as the man's screams of fear filled the air as Aamon dragged him off into the distance. The look Angra Mainyu cast him over her shoulder made him wonder what was on her mind before she ran off to join her sister in the fun.

"Come out, my children," Ira spoke in a fatherly tone, watching the rest of them stepping out of the shadows. "Enjoy yourselves, but their souls belong to me," he stated in an authoritative voice as he peered at every one of them. Ira felt his demon's amusement as he watched how his children tormented the six. His forked tongue flickered out, savoring the agony of their cries as he watched his children enjoying themselves.

"Father, I present you the woman's soul," Aswang said, holding up the woman's soul in her hand that Ardat Lili ripped out so they could enjoy their fun without worrying about ending the woman's life.

"Thank you, Aswang," Ira said, taking procession of it. Smiling down at her when she nuzzled his hand, "Go on, enjoy yourself."

"Yes, Father, thank you again for the treat," Aswang said, brushing her 32B breasts up his chest as she rose. Quick as a flash, her lips captured his, testing the waters to see if her father would like to lay with her. It took great will to back away when his tail trailed along her labia, coating it in her sex.

Batibat was next to offer up the soul she had in her bottom two hands. He knew the reason she and O'Yama had split from their original form; Mor had told him that much. In doing so, Batibat lost the ability to speak. He knew if they wanted to, they could return to their former self; it was the reason why O'Yama and Batibat always worked together, yet each enjoyed their freedom instead of both having to constantly deal with both personalities vying for control of a single body. Thanking Batibat, his hand brushed along her hair as Batibat wrapped her arms around his legs. Looking up, seeing the man howling in pain as O'Yama's acid drool was slowly eating away the man's feet as O'Yama held the man down with his right foot.

He could see the delight in O'Yama's red eyes at the man's pain. Rogthakel bounced the soul she was escorting to him on the hinges of her wings; Ira wondered where she learned those soccer moves. He had no idea. Once he had the soul in his procession, he felt the jolt of power, watching his energy arching between his fingers on his right hand, knowing he had reached the height of what a Seraphim was. Now, he knew he could handle the angelic host along with those in Hell. Looking over at his wings, noting the intensity of his angelic light coming off his wings more so than when he was a Cherubim class of angel. It wasn't the first time he'd had the power of a Seraphim, yet it was nowhere near the magnitude of what he now possessed.

"Hello, Oroan," Ira greeted as he tried to peer through the dark shroud that cloaked his son. He never knew why he did such a thing, especially in Hell.

"Hello, Father, I have brought what you seek," Oroan spoke, holding out the light purple-colored soul to his father.

Ira took a deep inhale as he felt all that power now coursing through his veins. The fabric of the pocket of space as he siphoned off the Sisters' power that he had trapped in the Ring of Solomon began to quake as his power reached to the heights only reserved for a god. Even with all that power, he still couldn't see his own child's face.

"You know, Oroan, I will see your face one of these days," Ira said in a good-natured tease.

"Father, why do you wish to pollute your eyes by the ugliness I hide?" Oroan asked, confused, sensing his father's hand breaching his shroud only to come to rest on his shoulder.

"You're my son; a father should be able to see his son's face," Ira said truthfully. "Fuck me, no way he's ever going to go near Vikki or the others; they wouldn't stop until they fucked his brains out," he whispered in his mind as Oroan peeled back the shroud that covered his face, revealing one of the most handsome faces he's ever laid eyes on. "Thank you, Oroan, for doing that," Ira said, not saying a word when Oroan quickly hid his face. "Go on, go enjoy the torture; I have a deal to seal," he said, nodding to Bolvaril.

"Thank you, Father, I will," Oroan replied, hurrying over to where his sister was taking too much of the fun for herself. They all looked towards Ira, who waved to them as he returned the room back to the material realm.

With a wave of his hand, he removed the rubbish from Garrett's home, along with the pictures that contained the woman's image and her family photos. Erasing everyone's mind that was connected to them of the memories that related to their marriage. Ira hoped the man could find someone better suited for him than the woman he had just sent to her death. With that, Ira left the man's home, ensuring that the front door was locked; he didn't want the man to get attacked when he returned home.

"Father..." Cassiel gasped as Ira suddenly appeared in the room where Garrett lay. Noticing a slight halo around his body as it pulsated, she knew he was now beyond the range of any angel.

"Thought I told you to return..."

"Please, Father, I didn't mean to disobey your order, yet I didn't want him to expire before the deed was done," Cassiel said, hanging her head in shame, only to feel his light touch on her chin, making her peer up at him.

"I'm not mad at you, Cassiel, that is a reasonable excuse; now that I'm here, return home," Ira said, watching how Cassiel's eyes quivered as the pad of his thumb brushed along her bottom lip.

"Yes, Father," Cassiel answered; she couldn't help it, her arms wrapped around him as she hugged her father. Feeling her skin heat when she felt his lips on her forehead. Getting rather bashful when Ira just smiled at her as she faded from reality.

"Well, Mr. Lutz, I'm here to collect," Ira said, walking along the right side of the man's hospital bed. As he did, he ran his hand over the man's body, healing Garrett of all the injures he had suffered from the woman's sex partners. A flick of his finger removed the tube that was being used to help the man breath while they had him in a medically induced coma so his body could heal without Garrett feeling any of the pain.

"So it wasn't a dream?" Garret asked weakly as he came to.

"No, your soul belongs to me now," Ira said truthfully.

"And... she's..."

"Gone, along with the six that attacked you; you'll never have to see them again," Ira said, reassuring the man as he helped Garret to sit up. Telling Garrett to hold out his hands, giving the casts a tap watching them crumble to dust. "How do you feel?"

"I... really good," Garrett said with a wide smile.

"Good; now, one last thing before I take you home," Ira said, placing the palm of his hand against Garrett's forehead and erasing all the memories of his now-dead wife.

"What are you doing in here?!" asked a startled doctor.

"Shh," Ira uttered, placing a finger to his lips and compeling the man to turn around and forget he ever saw him.

"I can't leave without my things?!" Garrett just stared slack-jawed when his clothes, that had been cut from his body, were neatly folded and freshly cleaned, with his watch, keys, wallet, and phone sitting on top of them. "So this soul business, it's just for four years, right?" he asked, getting dressed as Ira stood with his back to him.

"It is," Ira nodded. "I don't break my deals; bad for business, as the saying goes. So what do you do for a living?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"I work in finance; I'm good with numbers, just not fighting," Garrett said, quickly buttoning up his shirt. He wasn't about to make a being that could do everything he'd done lately, or if whatever the man that stood before him was, could be late for anything. "So, what do I do now?"

"When I take you home, you can go about your life until I call upon you," Ira answered, peering over his shoulder, watching the man pocketing his things before he began looking for his shoes. "Lose something?"

"Yeah, my shoes, they were expensive," Garrett sighed when he couldn't find them.

"Ah," Ira muttered, searching the man's mind, seeing how they were kicked off during the altercation that his mind had blocked out due to the beating he was taking at the time. "These them?" he inquired, holding out the man's Gucci Jordaan Loafers to him.

"Thanks," Garrett uttered, glad not to have to shell out another grand for a pair of them.

"You ready?" Garrett nodded, keeping his gasp to himself as three pairs of wings folded in around him, and in a blink of an eye, they were standing on the sidewalk in front of his house. Garrett honestly didn't want to know how he did it; he was just glad that part of his life was gone.

"You take care of yourself, Mr. Lutz," Ira said, holding out his hand to the man.

"You too... Mr..."

"Just call me Suriel; I will hear you," Ira cut him off, feeling Gabriella calling for him.

"Okay..." Garrett's voice died away when Ira just disappeared. "Must have other things to do," he muttered low before turning to his home to continue on with his life like the last eight years hadn't happened.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't make it," Gabriella stated as she stood outside the wing that Heaven had made in Ira's realm to house all the angels and their offspring. Her golden eyes ran up and down his body, sensing the large increase in his power since the last time they saw one another.

"Yeah, thought I wouldn't too; glad I didn't," Ira said; he wouldn't miss being there when Nanael was due to awaken from her slumber.

"Come, she's due to rise any minute," Gabriella uttered, holding out her hand to him. Humming in contentment as she rested her head against his arm as they walked towards her chambers. "You know," her coo resonated in the air as her finger danced up and down his arm, "now that Nanael is all grown and she'll be spending lots of time with you, I was thinking it's about time you gave me another baby," she said, smiling deviously up at him as he peered down at her. "I think it's only fair to me since you've already impregnated the original three again that I, as the last of the first deal, should be bequeathed another child, don't you think, Ira? I mean, with Seraphina about to pop at any moment and all the other angels you've been with, I think you should because we both know you like being inside of me more, but I won't tell," Gabriella said, winking up at him, seeing his smirk in response. Holding her finger to her lips as she led Ira into her chambers, she didn't want to wake Nanael too early and cause an imbalance in her.

Ira fought himself from getting hard as there Nanael lay nude beneath the thin, see-through shroud that was draped over her entire body. He was desperately trying not to perv out on his own daughter as her pink nipples were clear as day through the material; his eyes just couldn't help themselves as he savored those 32D orbs. Looking down at Gabriella, giving her a questioning look as to where Nanael got those from, given Gabriella's small bust. He could hear her huff in his mind as she turned her head away from him as she crossed her arms.

He knew he was going to have to watch himself around her as his gaze danced along her shapely thighs; the incubus in him lusted after what they would feel like wrapped around him. Placing his hand on Gabriella's back, steadying her, as Nanael's power peaked, sending out a shockwave, knowing Gabriella wouldn't be able to withstand a Virtue class power that Nanael had settled into as her eyelids began to flutter open. Ira bit the inside of his left cheek as that thin material moved down her chest as Nanael began to rise. Watching how the light of his realm played along her white horns down her chest, revealing those lovely orbs to him as Nanael took stock of her new body. Then those golden eyes of hers glanced to the right of her...

"Father!" Nanael squealed in delight at the sight of him. Not caring that she was naked as a jay bird as she flung off the shroud and leapt off the bed. "I'm so happy you're here!" she exclaimed, hugging Ira tightly, causing her breasts to pancake out as she gazed up at her father.

"Me too. Did you have a good sleep?" Ira asked, while in his mind, he was willing himself not to get hard.

"Mmmhmm," Nanael hummed as she nodded. "See? I'm ready to serve you now!" she stated, backing away from him and doing a little spin before him.

"I... see," Ira said, clearing his throat as Gabriella slapped him on his stomach, giving him that look of: 'You dirty old man,' along with the smirk to go with it.

"Come, Nanael, let's get you dressed; I'm sure your sisters will be eager to see you again and for you to learn what you're duties will be serving your father," Gabriella said, holding out her hand to her daughter.

"But I can still see you, right Mama?" Nanael asked with that child-like innocence she still had.

"Of course, honey, we can see each other as much as you want; I'm never going to leave you," Gabriella spoke as she led Nanael out of the room. "Plus, now that you're grown, I have much more to teach you. Ira, do wait outside; I'd rather you not mess your pants in front of our daughter," she called out, hearing her chuckle as he hung his head in shame.

"Father?" Nanael whispered as she had exited the wing of Heaven to find Ira gazing out onto the Heaven side of New Atlantis. Her cheeks heated when those warm eyes of his turned to peer at her. Ever since she was born, all she ever wanted to do was to make him happy and that he was proud of her. "H-how do I look?" she asked as her hand sat folded in front of her as she wore the angelic robe her mother had made for her. Her black wings fidgeted slightly, waiting for her father's response as her black hair swayed in the breeze coming off the lagoon.

"Beautiful like your mother," Ira said, smiling warmly at his daughter, seeing her insecurity showing being so young and newly arisen to her full angelic status. Noting how Gabriella was gazing at him dreamily before getting Nanael's attention.

"Now you follow your father's orders. Heed your sisters; they've been serving your father longer and know how this realm works. When you're done with your duties, return to me, and we'll begin your studies," Gabriella said in a motherly tone.

"Yes, mother, I will obey," Nanael stated, nodding along.

"Now be good, and enjoy yourself," Gabriella said, trying not to tear up at how her daughter was leaving the nest.

"Don't worry, Gabby, she'll be safe," Ira spoke in a protective tone.

"I know she will be with you, do give what I said some thought. I know you want to be back here," Gabriella said sinfully as she lifted up her robe just to the point of showing off her mound without doing so.

Natalie Merchant's Wonder was playing high above the temple mount as Cora played her favorite song, dancing with her grandchildren. She made sure each one of them got the attention they needed, given their upbringing. Seeing their warm, happy smiles as her body flowed as she danced. Biting her lip as the shy Azza got into the groove, seeing her sisters Cassiel and Lailah taking hold of her hands, the three of them dancing in a circle while Rikbiel and Anael danced together but separately. She learned not to try to force them to interact with one another; she did feel for Anael when she wanted to be close to Rikbiel, yet due to who they both served, neither could have the close bond they seemed to want.

However, she felt her son's approach, something she's learned to do ever since she chose to fall for him. How her angel vibrated as his essence floated on the air as it always did whenever she was in his realm. Confusion played along her face as she noted the strange angel that was with her son. Then her hands flew to her mouth, and her eyes quivered as the two of them came into a landing. Squealing in delight at the sight of Nanael in her adult form, she wasn't the only one to take notice as the others too rushed to greet Nanael, who held onto Ira's hand with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Nanael, you're so beautiful; I bet your mother is so happy that you've finally awakened," Cora said, taking hold of Nanael's face; her thumbs brushed along Nanael's cheeks, just enjoying the woman Nanael had turned into.

"Thank you, grandmother," Nanael said sweetly.

"Hush you," Cora hissed as her son pressed his lips together to keep from bursting out in laughter. Although, she wasn't going to bring up why he felt so... energized, for the lack of a better word than what she knew he felt like yesterday. As long as he was safe, she wouldn't pry too much. Pulling her son off to the side before being squished between the six of them as she and Ira watched how they all just chatted away with one another. "I didn't think you would make such pretty babies," she sighed as she rested her head on Ira's shoulder. Wondering if she could get pregnant by her son now that she had awakened as a Nephilim. She would have to ask her mother on that front; she really did want to carry her son's child. She wanted it all now that she knew they would be together for eternity.

"They are something," Ira nodded as he watched his daughters getting along, seeing how happy Anael was now that she had another sister she could speak to. He was still a little saddened that Rikbiel wouldn't breach the gap and have that connection Anael was seeking with her; however, he understood her reasoning, didn't mean he had to like it.

"It makes me wonder if our own will look as good as they do," Cora whispered as her hand rubbed along Ira's bicep.

"You kidding? Have you seen yourself? Definitely going to happen," Ira said seriously, smiling over at his mother when she lightly slapped his chest and told him to stop. His attention was garnered back to the six of them when they came racing towards them.

"Sister, please show us how you dance for Father," Anael asked. Being the oldest, she took charge as the rest of them just nodded along.

"I don't know..."

"Please?!" Came their chorused plea with their hands pressed together and their doe-like eyes urging her to rethink her stance.

"Hmm?" Cora hummed as she tapped her finger against her lips as she was deep in thought. "Girls, why don't we have a chat over there for a bit? And you don't do that all-seeing thing you do; this is private," she said sternly, giving her son the look he knew all too well growing up.

"Scouts honor," Ira said with a bemused grin on his face. Walking over to where his temple rested, pacing around it while his mother talked to his daughters about what he couldn't say since he gave his word. His eyes ran along the marble, wondering if he could put a crypt in to house all the souls he had in his possession and would come into his possession. He knew, eventually, it would become too tedious of a task just to remember which souls were permanently bound to him and those which had a set time frame due to the deals they had made with him. Stopping in front of his temple, spinning on his heal and paced out ten feet from it. Morphing into his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form, looking oddly at his hand when his angelic light haloed his body and pulsated, wondering if it was always going to do that since he surpassed the Seraphim.

Placing his hands on the stone as he sensed her approach, picturing what he wanted his vault to look like in his mind as he used the power of creation to reshape the stone into a seal laced with angelic writing and demonic script with his angelic name imprinted in the middle of the seal. There in the darkness, shelves were carved out of the stone as rows upon rows were formed that stretched to near eternity. The lights of the souls that were forever his lined the top shelf of the one to the left of the stairs, while the temporary souls lined the top of the top shelf of the one to the right. He knew eventually he would have to make more deals to keep up with the ones that would be returned to their owners; however, he had years to do that. While his power wasn't there yet to be a stopblock between Yahweh and his grandmother, he was slowly getting there.

"Rejoice and behold you gaze upon, Ba'al, the mother of all!" she proclaimed as she floated above Ira's temple mount with her arms outstretched, her godly aura radiating out from her small body.

"Really, Gran, must you do that every time you come here?" Ira teased, getting to his feet. His red burgundy eyes followed how she sank down to the stone.

"And what is wrong with announcing myself, Suriel Zol?" Ba'al huffed as her hands were planted on her hips, puffing out her cheeks.

"Nothing, Gran, I just enjoy teasing an all-powerful goddess," Ira said with a devilish grin. He still couldn't get over the fact that she sounded so much like Zuul from the Ghostbuster movie.

"Be careful there, little godling," shaking her finger at him as if disciplining a child, "That demon of yours doesn't get you into trouble," Ba'al stated in a stern, motherly tone.

"Or what? You're in my realm, remember, you have no power here; I wonder how you would enjoy a spanking with all this power at my fingertips," Ira said, wiggling his fingers at her, watching her face heat up like mad.

"You wouldn't dare!" Ba'al said, aghast at what he was inferring; nonetheless, she couldn't deny that it didn't make her body quake.

"Oh, I dare, indeed I do," Ira nodded.

"Ira, you're not being mean to her, are you?" Cora asked, startling them both. When her son first introduced her to Ba'al, who turned out to be her grandmother, she was so fearful, given the power she felt coming off her little body. Then she learned that she was only cold because she had been hurt so badly by the one she loved the most and was cast out just because she refused to heed his command.

"What? To Gran? No way, I'd never do that to someone so... small," Ira said with a wide grin on his lips, only to catch Ba'al in his hands as she flung herself at him. They both knew she had no power to challenge him in his realm. Outside of it was a different matter, so he knew she was just playing the part of an aggrieved goddess. "Awe, don't you just look so sweet up there?!" he mused as he held her aloft as her little legs and arms just went everywhere to get at him.

"You will put the Mother of all down right this second or so; help me, Suriel Zol, you will know my wrath!" Ba'al boasted.

"Oh really, I wonder what you would do if I did this," Ira said, bringing her down and blowing a raspberry on her stomach through her robe.

"You dare defile my holy body with that nonsense, I'll show you!" Ba'al stated, her hands reaching out, and took hold of his horns. "Now, who has the power, huh?!" she gloated as she stroked his horns like she's done numerous times with his cock, knowing exactly what it would do to him. Grinning wickedly as she heard him softly mutter, 'Fighting dirty,' also noting how his knees began to shake as he was fighting back from cumming in his pants. With her might, she sent Ira's weakened body to the ground. "Now, I think I will take my throne, don't you?" Ba'al stated, plopping down on Ira's face. "Yes, that's it, that's a nice warm seat I have here," she spoke with utter glee in her eyes as she rubbed her pussy along Ira's lips.

Cora just stood there, mystified at what she was seeing. She didn't know her son could be brought down so easily, or was he just playing along? She rightly didn't know. Although the way he reacted when Ba'al took hold of his horns, she knew that wasn't an act. She wondered if it was just Ba'al's touch that made her son like that or if she could do the same thing. It was a very delicious thought that she was going to try out; she couldn't wait to make her son cum at her touch like she was witnessing.

"Ah, yes, mmm... that's my good seat; lick me," Ba'al moaned lightly, keeping control of his horns. She knew it was a dirty trick, yet she was horny; she couldn't help it. After so many years in hiding, she was making up for lost time. "Now that's what you get for teasing Ba'al," she said, straightening out her robe as she stood at his head, grinning at how Ira looked covered in her godly juices. "Batya Zol," looking over at Cora, who had learned her angelic name during her tutelage under the care of her daughter Gabriella, "you will show me to my newest daughter so I may take stock of the newest child of Suriel Zol," Ba'al directed, keeping her foot on Ira's shoulder, pinning him to the stone of his temple mount. "And you, Suriel Zol, Lord of Atlantis, shall lie there and contemplate on how I will get my revenge upon your form," she stated, peering down her leg at her great-grandson.

"This way, Nanael had just woken up," Cora gestured; even though Ira invited Ba'al to live in his realm, she was still far stronger than she would ever be to risk back talking to a goddess, even a fallen one.​