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Bridgett stared at the most horrific sight she ever thought possible. It wasn't the horrible things trying to break in through whatever that was keeping them back, nor was it the equally beautiful, equally horrific things that were killing the ones trying to get in like they were enjoying the carnage. No. It wasn't any of that. No. What stopped her heart? Stopped that terrifying moment in its tracks? Was the sight of Vikki laying on the ground after being tossed back by the thing that had breached the barrier in the first place. Seeing the fear and the determination in her eyes as she screamed at her to run.

"Why don't you flee, she is only a demon?"

"I. Don't. Care!" Bridgett roared out. Her angelic light erupted from her eyes and from her mouth. Her halo sparked to life in a sucking miniature explosion before that once, warm heavenly light darkened, her halo took on a smoky appearance, what appeared to be the darkest black paint you could ever find to an on looker began to spread down her once pearl white wings in her choice to fall.

Her mind flashed back to when all this weirdness began. It started when she had found her brother, Ira, and her fiancée, Vikki, in his room. At first, she had thought she was seeing things. Yet, that feeling never went away as the days passed. At first, yes, Bridgett was totally freaking out. Moreover, the moment she got over that shock. She couldn't deny how sexy her woman looked with those horns, the way her tail would sway behind her, the way it caressed her in the night, to how Bridgett wondered what it would be like to soar on wings like Vikki's. Still, she did wish it wasn't all in her head. Then it really started to ramp up after the night at the club with her brother when she noted how a few were looking up above Ira's head and not at him. At first, she felt compelled to ride that hard cock of his. Now Ira was the only man she would ever fuck. There was just something about Ira that made her feel so... content, as strange as that was. She wasn't in love with him like Vikki was. She knew about her crush for some time on her little brother. She was okay if she slept with Ira; she knew she only fucked men in the movies Vikki starred in for her mother. Her mother never forced her to sleep with men in the ones she was in, she did get Vikki's approval before she partook in the lesbian ones she starred in.

That would be wrong of her to do that without Vikki knowing about it. It was better than working at some fast food place to pay for classes and other things she might want or need, at least Bridgett always thought so. However, she knew something was going on with him. Not that she wasn't pleased that he was being kinder to Vikki now, yet the past few days Ira had been rather too nice to her and Vikki. She knew something was going on, it only got worse when they were leaving the club and... she woke up the next morning in her bed with no knowledge of how she got there. Yet she knew something was different with her. What that was she couldn't say. Nevertheless, the moment Vikki strolled into their room. Bridgett bit down on her tongue to keep the gasp from escaping her lips when her brown eyes took in what Vikki really looked like instead of ghostly images she had been seeing. She felt something in her revolt at the sight of her, which she couldn't understand, Vikki, to her eyes, was the hottest thing on legs.

"What was that?" Bridgett stammered berating herself for not listening.

"I didn't think you had that much to drink last night," Vikki chuckled hoping Bridgett bought her lie. She didn't want Bridgett to awaken, she knew how dangerous that would be for her. She wasn't about to let anyone get to Bridgett. "I asked, if you want to come hang out with our new friend."

"Huh?"

"Don't you remember, we met her at the club, dancing just the two of us." How the look Vikki was giving her always made Bridgett's heart flutter. "You don't remember meeting Anael?" Shaking her head that she didn't, "Well, come on, she's waiting down stairs." Scurrying out of bed, eager to put all this weirdness behind her, yet she just couldn't stop seeing Vikki as a demon. However, the moment they entered the living room, she was stopped in her tracks by that gorgeous woman sitting on their couch. Seeing the smirk on Vikki's face when she lightly patted Bridgett's hand that had taken hold of her arm. She so wanted those eyes of hers when those blood-red orbs peered at her. Bridgett nearly melted when Anael flashed her a smile. "Bridgett, I'd like you to meet, Anael, again," Vikki teased.

"Hello." How that one word was heaven to her ears.

"Excuse us for one moment," Bridgett said, being polite, watching that snow-white hair floating on the air as she nodded. "Vikki, why didn't you tell me that girl was smokin'!"

"You noticed, huh?" Vikki cooed with this sinful smirk.

"Duh!" Bridgett stated gesturing to her aroused body. Feeling her body responding when Vikki slid her arms around her.

"Then why don't we see if we can tempt her?" Vikki uttered with a devilish grin.

"Mmmhmm," Bridgett hummed in agreement. Passionately kissing her fiancée knowing their love life was never going to be dull. She wouldn't want it any other way. Leading Vikki out of the kitchen by the hand, "Anael, was it?"

"Yes," Anael said, her gaze falling onto Bridgett, her niece/aunt, knowing her father was right. She was awakening. She wouldn't let her father down in this task he had given her.

"Can we get you anything?" Bridgett asked, taking note of how Anael glanced to Vikki who stood behind her then back to her. It was quick but she saw it.

"No, I'm fine," Anael spoke shaking her head.

"Yes, you are," Bridgett purred in her head. "For the life of me I can't seem to place where we met."

"I've seen you around," Anael muttered growing bashful, recounting how she spied on Bridgett when her father and mother weren't looking. Her mind flashed back to her conversation she had and still has with Kelly. She was very proud of herself that she was growing into her human womanhood.

"Now, I know if I'd ever seen you, you wouldn't be easily forgotten," Bridgett said, applying her charm. Seeing the strange look in Vikki's eyes at how innocent the girl appeared to be as she blushed and looked away.

"Mother is more beautiful," Anael stammered low. Feeling her chin lifting and turning to look at Bridgett. To her angelic sight, she could see Bridgett's angelic side, knowing it would be soon when Bridgett held her gaze.

"Is your mother here?" Bridgett asked, in a sultry purr, wondering how this sweet, innocent teenager would taste on her tongue. "Then I must be talking to you?" she cooed, leaning forward, lightly kissing Anael's lips so not to frighten her off. Only reason Vikki would bring another girl over was because she wanted a threesome, and she had to admit she wasn't opposed to the idea. "Shit, did I read that wrong?" Bridgett asked herself when Anael distance herself.

"I... can't..." Anael whispered softly so not to give out more than what she should. Also of the mixed emotions she felt when Bridgett kissed her. She had seen how her mother and Gabriella were during the Onoskelis crisis. She wondered if she too could be like that with her sisters both demonic and angelic. Yet, she was scared to try.

"Hey." How that voice sounded so like her mother's when it took that soft tone. "I didn't mean to come on so strong, you've never kissed a girl before, have you?"

"It's okay to be nervous," Vikki spoke knowing Anael's true nature she wouldn't have any experience with the same sex in a sexual light. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind," she stated, seeing Bridgett staring at her as she sank down to Anael's right side. "You'll be with us; it wouldn't be like you were disobeying."

The conversation only got weirder from that point on, but she didn't mind it really. She thought Anael was an awesome person to hang out with, even if she could only gaze at her beauty, instead of knowing what it felt like beneath her, worth it in her opinion. The next night she could have sworn she saw horns sprouting out along the sides of Anael's head when she met them at the club where she took in the S&M side. It took all her will power not to kiss those lips again as they showed Anael how to dance. Bridgett took every opportunity to have her hands on Anael's hips. Although, she would find Anael hanging out in her brother's room, sometimes when he wasn't there, that did give her pause for a moment. When she spoke to Ira about it he just played it off, yet she knew it was something, she could feel it. Still, though, she wondered why her brother would hide something from her. However, that all changed on the third night of Alyda's and Ira's date. By then all the weirdness she had experienced so far had been cranked up ten notches. One time she could have sworn she saw at least a twenty-foot tall demon woman that was on fire, at least, to her eyes. In truth, it was Ardat Lili's angelic light that caused her eyes to believe it was fire.

Then she felt this lingering coldness when she stepped out the back door. It felt like there were eyes on her from all around as she looked around and saw nothing. Bridgett didn't know how much longer she could pretend like there was nothing happening. She was glad Ira or her mother wasn't there at that moment. She had no idea how they would take all of this. However, that calmness before the storm grew and grew as Vikki sat straight in her seat from snuggling with her on the couch. The way Vikki kissed her left her confused and afraid. Bridgett stared at Vikki oddly when she told her to stay in the house.

"What the fuck was that?!" Bridgett shouted as an ungodly howl filled the night air.

"Danger."

"No shit!" Bridgett scrambled to her feet. "What the hell is going on out there?!" Peeking curiously through the blinds in hopes to see if it was real or she had indeed gone insane.

"Battle." Her angelic light flared in her brown eyes as Bridgett gazed out at the battle taking place before her home. Her breath quickened, her nostrils flared, her heart raced as her eyes darted about looking for Vikki. They were not going to get caught up in this mess. "Flee and live, fight and die." As that voice played in her head her legs were already propelling her towards the front door. Flinging it open, her mind was focused on only one thing -- Vikki!

Bridgett stared confusingly down the blade of a sword, a sword that appeared to belong to her, that was impaled on some kind of nightmare at the end of her sword. Where did the sword come from?

"What has Mor told Mor's children?!" A sweet, cold, deathly voice crept up her body as Bridgett looked around without daring to take her eyes off the horrors before her. "Fear not Princess, Mor is here, Mor's children will see to your safety. Mor's mate has sent his other children." A wicked grin spread across her face revealing her needle-like teeth to her as four heavenly lights came streaking down in a thunderous boom!

"Sisters!" Anael shouted out. "For Father!" All four bellowed out their battle cry.

"Come, Bridgett, even as strong as they are they won't last long against those things," Missy said, helping Vikki to her feet. "I know you got questions, right now you're in danger, and that puts everyone around you in danger. Come on, grandmother is the only one that has the power to protect you given your choice to fall," she stated gesturing to Vikki. "Now hold still," Missy spoke bringing her cousin in as her wings encased them.

"There, now." Missy's voice filled the air as they appeared on the old, abandoned subway platform beneath the mall. "We should be safe here."

"What the hell is going on?!" Bridgett shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. Her eyes darting around, the place looked old, yet, new, at the same time.

"Let's start off with the basics, shall we?" Missy spoke smiling at her cousin trying to ease her fright. "You're a Fallen Nephilim."

"A what?!"

"Half-angel honey," Vikki supplied. "I tried so hard to hide this from you."

"What?! Why?! Why Vikki? Why would you hide this from me?" Bridgett asked, incensed.

"Because, as you are, He," pointing upwards, "will send his angels down to kill you," Missy said, with deathly undertones.

"God is real?!" Bridgett uttered in disbelief.

"Very," Missy nodded. "Haven't met him, nor do I want to. Yet, if grandmother is real then so is he."

"Oh. My. God. Mom! Ira!" Bridgett gasped, turning to run, she needed to find them; she needed to protect them.

"They're safe," Missy said, taking hold of her cousin's arm. "Your mother can't know what she is. Otherwise she'll be in danger as well. It's only because she hasn't realized who she is that she's safe. Yet the moment she learns what she is, Heaven will move! When Heaven moves nothing stands in its way," she said sternly, unaware of Ira's new found power.

"You're not joking are you?" Bridgett asked, seeing the truth in Missy's eyes.

"I know it's a lot to take in, yet, this is the best place for you right now, at least until you can learn to control your powers," Missy stated releasing her grip on Bridgett's arm.

"Why?"

"Because you chose to fall, for Vikki," Missy said, jutting her chin towards Vikki.

"If I didn't?"

"We wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Bridgett, I wanted to tell you about me for so long. Yet, a part of me knew if you found out that I'm a succubus you'd leave me," Vikki said, her human fear marred that beautiful face Bridgett has had the pleasure of seeing her elation upon it.

"Succubus?!"

"Demon," Missy supplied.

"So, everything I've been seeing for the past few days, has been all real?" She couldn't believe it; she could see Vikki's pain when she held up her hand when she walked off. She needed time to think. "Missy, who really is our grandmother?" Bridgett asked, as she paced.

"Do you really want to know? It will blow your mind?!" Missy mused in a devilish light.

"Obviously," Bridgett grumbled as she was trying to come to terms with everything.

"Lucifer." How that one name stilled her cousin's pacing. "Yeah, you have her in you," Missy whispered feeling the power of Hell seeping into Bridgett's pupils.

"Bridgett, I know you're angry right now. Please, know I only did it to protect you," Vikki said softly, feeling her demon quivering as those gold eyes gazed at her. "Please, love, talk to me. Yell, curse, scream, anything! Just tell me I haven't lost you," she pleaded with tears in her ruby eyes.

"I didn't know demons could cry," Bridgett said, how it pained her to see her fiancée cry. It didn't matter what it was, or who caused it, she hated to see those tears.

"Succubi are only half-demon, I'm half-human too," Vikki said, shyly.

"How long have you been like this?" Bridgett asked, holding out her hand to Vikki, who wasted no time in filling it.

"I was born like this, honey."

"So your mother?"

"Is a succubus as well," Vikki nodded.

"Just how many people do we know that are demons?!"

"A few," Vikki mused. "I mean they aren't all full demons. They're... well you've seen Mor."

"That thing was a full demon?!" Shivering at what she had felt from Mor.

"A very high ranking demon," Missy cut in, "don't worry, she won't harm you... I think."

"That's reassuring," Bridgett muttered bitterly.

"Have no fear, Princess." Anael's voice could be heard before her form shimmered into existence. "Mor will not harm you. Father would be very upset if she did," she said, tucking her four black wings, with red tips, against her back. The signs of battle marred the armor that her mother had fashioned for her.

"How did it go?" Missy asked, looking over at her aunt.

"We killed well," a wicked smile formed on her lips, "my other sisters went to aid Father in his battle with Klothod," Anael said, matter-of-factly. "Why haven't you taken her to see mother?"

"Was about to, but well," Missy spoke gesturing to Bridgett and Vikki.

"You're going to tell me everything when we get home," Bridgett stated sternly, knowing there was no point in freaking out. Freaking out wasn't going to answer her growing questions. Gently rubbing Vikki's back lightly as she hugged her tightly. "Shh... you know this wouldn't be the end of us," she whispered lovingly into Vikki's ear.

"I was so scared you'd leave me," Vikki said low, her voice trembled, carrying all her old fears and the pain she has experienced.

"Never, Vikki, I love you, we're getting married," Bridgett said, her golden eyes glowed in her determination. Seeing how Vikki's eyes quivered, those tears still reamed her eyes, yet now were filled with joy, to her vehement nod that they were indeed going to get married.

"Mother is waiting." Anael's voice cut through the tender moment they were having.

"I know she raised you and all, but try to read the room," Missy hissed, in a disapproving voice. Taking a few steps back when Anael glanced at her. While they both might be on the same level, Anael was a tad stronger than she was given that Anael was on the edge of becoming one of the Virtue class.

"I can see why Father doesn't like you much," Anael stated coldly.

"He likes me just fine," Missy huffed looking away as her cheeks heated.

"Your pussy maybe, but I know he liked mine better," Anael taunted.

"So what are the two of you?" Bridgett asked, when she, with Vikki in hand, rejoined her cousin's side.

"Daephilim," Missy spoke truthfully, "like you, I awoke as a Nephilim first, then in order to get stronger so I'm not being hunted down by Heaven, I had grandmother gift me with a succubus's power. Making me into this," gesturing to her true form.

"Okay..." Drawing out the word like that meant anything to her, "What about you?"

"Nephalem." Was the only word Anael would speak thinking that would answer all her questions.

"Is your name really Anael?" Bridgett asked, she might be this Nephalem or whatever she claimed to be, yet she still wanted to know what she tasted like.

"I'm Anael, Daughter of the fallen Light Bringer, princess of Darkness, and Ruler of the Second Heaven known as Hell and Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, and Ruler of the Fourth Heaven."

"What's a Nagdaium?" Bridgett asked, confused.

"As Father puts it, he was turned into a demon before he awakened as Nephilim."

"So he's like me?" Bridgett asked, for clarification to which Anael shook her head.

"No, you are Nephilim, Father is a one of a kind of angel. Now, we must go, mother doesn't like to be kept waiting," Anael said, taking charge and marching across the bridge. "Consort, you can show the Princess the way to the throne."

"Yes, Princess," Vikki said, bowing her head to Anael.

"Consort? Princess?!"

"We're getting married, means I'm yours now and forevermore," Vikki said, smiling lovingly at Bridgett. Showing off the ring that symbolized her new rank in Hell. She was just keeping the fact that she was Ira's Consort as well, hidden from her for now. She knew Bridgett had far too much to deal with than to get into what her brother was now.

"Yeah, Anael is our aunt, Bridgett... I know, I know," Missy muttered holding up her hands in surrender when Bridgett's glare burned into her skin. "Good news is, she can't lord it over us." Pointing to hers and Bridgett's crown being so close to the hell mouth. "Come on, it really isn't wise to keep her waiting, she gets rather... well, best you don't see that," she said darkly, waving to her cousin to follow.

"Greetings!" Mor spoke, her black soulless eyes peered out of the slot once she slid it open. "Be welcomed Princesses and Consort."

"She's awful chipper for a demon," Bridgett whispered into Vikki's ear as that cold, grey metal door swung open. The moment it did, Hell rushed to greet them. It seemed to her she was the only one freaked out by the feeling. Then again, what did she expect? She certainly didn't expect any of this!

"Mor is... strange for a demon," Vikki agreed. "Yet her power isn't to be questioned."

"She's that powerful?"

"Mmmhmm, she lives in the eighth circle, only second to Belial the fallen angel that rules that circle," Vikki said, seeing Bridgett hanging onto every word she spoke.

"Consort, you see Mor's mate, tell Mor's mate he needs to come see Mor." Bridgett kept her voice to herself when she noted the lust in those soulless eyes of hers. She so didn't want to know who this mate was. Giggling to herself when the image of the most horrific demon appeared in her head.

"Yes, Mor, when I see him, I'll tell him."

"Good. Mor wants Mor's key."

Bridgett knew Vikki knew what Mor was talking about yet she couldn't tell why she was holding back something from her. Holding onto Vikki, tightly, as they passed into the club proper.

"Relax, love, no one is going to hurt you," Vikki whispered when every ruby eye was on them as they walked across the dance floor towards the tunnel that led down to Hell.

"Why are they all staring at me?!" Bridgett whispered low.

"Well, Nephilim aren't common you know, and you are the Princess of Hell." Bridgett noted the pride in Vikki's eyes when she said that. "I've been wanting to say that for a while! I'm marrying the Princess of Hell!"

"But wouldn't that make you one, too?" Bridgett asked, not hiding her smile.

"No," shaking her head, "I am, Consort, it's a title given to those who either marries, or gives those that are tied to the throne of Hell, children. In Hell, your title means everything," Vikki said, lightly squeezing Bridgett's hand.

"Really? I would have thought it would be... I don't know, about blood and pain?!"

"There is that," Vikki nodded, "yet, there is an order to things, even in Hell. I promise I'll tell you everything." Lightly patting Bridgett's arm knowing she must be feeling Lucifer's presence as they continued down that tunnel. "It's okay, love, this is just how I normally look like in Hell," she said, in a calm, soothing tone when Bridgett gasped in shock as her form took on a more demonic look.

"We're in Hell?" Bridgett's near shout carried down the tunnel.

"Mmmhmm, just crossed into the First Circle," Vikki nodded, leading her on.

"Why didn't you tell me about this place?!"

"Couldn't risk you awakening," bringing Bridgett to a stop, "love, you're going to have to be very careful from now on, not only do you have Heaven, but you'll have Hell, after you, as well. You are the Princess, yet even a Nephilim's power makes a demon stupid. Do you understand?" Vikki asked, hoping her words carried the seriousness of what awaited Bridgett.

"So... Heaven wants me dead, and Hell wants to use me?" A chill crept into her heart when Vikki nodded. How was she going to cope with Heaven and Hell? This was just too much!

"Don't worry, Bridgett, we'll show you how to live in this realm," Vikki said, smiling at the woman she loved, referencing her sisters and mother.

"We have to keep this away from Ira! Knowing him he would probably run around screaming his head off and then get eaten!" Arching an eyebrow when Vikki just giggled. Bridgett didn't think this was a giggling matter. "There's something else you're not telling me is..."

"I want to see him!" Bridgett and Vikki held onto each other as the foundations of Hell shook as Zophiel shouted. Bridgett looked down when she felt something sniffing her leg. She certainly wasn't expecting to ever see a hellhound apparently happy to see her as the one at her feet was.

"I told you, Zophiel, once it's completed you may visit him any time you want." Bridgett cocked her head; that sure did sound like her grandmother.

"Who's Zophiel?" Bridgett whispered to Vikki, who shrugged.

"A fallen Seraphim," Missy cut in.

"I take it Seraphims are bad?" Bridgett asked, to which Vikki nodded her head very vehemently.

"Zophiel won't harm you, but she won't help you either," Missy said, from over her shoulder pushing the double doors to her grandmother's throne room open.

Bridgett's hand shot to Vikki's who was trembling just as much as she was as Bridgett got her first look at what a Seraphim was. Her body quaked in fear as that twenty-foot tall woman, with six amethyst colored wings rustling in her anger. Her eyes flickered over when one of the sweetest laughs filled the air. There, leaning against the wall, standing twelve feet high, her six, dark purple wings folded against her back. Her hair, a brownish-platinum tint to it, was held back by a silver tiara where one half depicted her angelic side, and the other her demon side. Same gold-ruby eyes as Anael, who stood before her. How she could lose herself as her eyes ran down that angelic face. Her 32D breasts were held and supported by the fine red bra that was covered in what appeared to her as metal feathers that was connected to the sleeves on her arms that had their own armored feathers along the front of her left arm that Bridgett could see from her vantage point. Her eyes wandered down her flat stomach. Feeling herself getting aroused, wondering what lie beneath that metal depiction of a demon's head that rested over her mons Venus that was connect to those same metal feathers in sort of a belt-like fashion. How she would give anything just to have a taste of her. Wondering how those thighs of hers would tremble when she kissed along them. She had to admit she did like the girl's, or whatever she was, taste in boots.

Watching how she nodded excitedly when Anael was telling her something. When the word Father was mentioned, Bridgett noted something in the girl's eyes like there was a longing to them.

"Vikki, are all angels hot?" Bridgett whispered out of the side of her mouth.

"She's not an angel, she just doesn't have horns. But yes, all angels are hot, if you're wondering, at least the fallen ones I've met," Missy spoke from over her shoulder as they waited to be seen.

"Then what is she?" Bridgett asked, wondering if being a Princess of Hell wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

"Nephalem, like Anael is," Missy said, pointing to her.

"Who's this father Anael keeps speaking about? Come on, Vik, I know you know something, spill it!" Bridgett uttered lightly poking her fiancée in her side.

"I... don't know if he wants you to know..."

"Let Luci worry about that," Missy said, noting the tension in the room.

"Azza! We're leaving!" Zophiel's power filled the room in her annoyance. "One more day, Lucifer, I'll give you one more day. Then I'm storming his realm!" Bridgett noted how Anael and Azza hugged before Azza ran to be at her mother's side as she stomped out of the chamber.

"She seems awful moody," Bridgett whispered low, getting a smile out of Vikki.

"You would be too if the one thing that brought you peace after the fall is hidden from you," Lucifer said, ominously. Knowing that even she couldn't see her grandson to her heart's content, like she used to be able to given how he was now as powerful as she was. "Hello, Anael, did you serve your father well?" she cooed in a motherly voice, running her left hand down the back of her daughter's head when Anael appeared standing at the left side of her throne when Anael nodded. "That's good, you should always heed his words," Lucifer stated, lightly brushing the backs of her fingers down her daughter's cheek.

"Lucifer..."

"Grandma!" Bridgett thundered, pushing passed Missy to get answers. Only to be forced to her knees as a red light appeared in Lucifer's pupils.

"I rule here, Bridgett, not you!" Anael smiled evilly as she stared at Bridgett when her mother's powers flared sending pillars of magma upwards only to strike the roof of the cavern she had been tossed into by her father. Rising from her seat, "You chose to fall, chose to fall because of her!" Lucifer stated pointing her finger at Vikki. "I've kept you and your mother hidden all these years because I know my sisters, they will come for you. They make it a habit of hunting down my children. And look at you." Bridgett rightly thought she was going to roast her, yet that smile her grandmother flashed her truly had her weirded out. She blinked and her grandmother was gone. "But look at you, so beautiful," Lucifer sighed happily as her face appeared inches from hers when she reappeared in her human form.

"Too close," Bridgett muttered jerking her head back. "Wait. Me and Mom? What about Ira?!" Her mind raced looking around wondering if he was here.

"You're strong enough, with training, to fend off the Third Order, but you must be trained." Bridgett's eyes watched how her grandmother knelt before her. This was rather strange to her, she always thought the Devil was supposed to be evil and whatnot, not this loving grandmother she saw in Lucifer's eyes. "I know you have a lot of questions. You can ask them any time. However, until you're trained, you are to live with Vikki and her family. Their home is shielded to keep my sisters and other things from getting in. I've already taken care of your mother; she'll think there was a gas explosion at the house and be thankful that no one was home when it happened. So she's being escorted to your home," her golden eyes glanced to Vikki who nodded, "where you mustn't speak of any of this to your mother, do you understand?" Lucifer commanded when Bridgett started to speak.

"What about Ira?! He's in trouble... okay, will someone please fill me in on what the hell is going on with Ira?" Bridgett stated firmly in a forceful tone as the power of Hell burned in her eyes when she noted how they all were silent on the matter.

"Ira's... different, Bridgett," Missy said, remembering what their last encounter was like.

"Like, how?"

"He's strong, very strong." Bridgett arched an eyebrow at the way Missy said that. She's never heard her cousin speak about Ira in such wanton lust before.

"Vikki?"

"Umm... I'm not..."

"Damn it, Vikki, just tell me!" Bridgett growled her angelic power adding its strength to her voice.

"Do you want to know about my Father?" Anael whispered heatedly into Bridgett's ear when she appeared instantly at Bridgett's back. Bridgett shuddered a moan as she felt Anael's 36C breasts pressing into her back. God, her pussy was so wet as Anael wrapped her arms around her body. "May I show her mother?" she asked, resting her chin on Bridgett's right shoulder.

"I suppose," Lucifer sighed, "she is going to hear about Ira eventually. It might as well come from family."

"Gran..." Bridgett loudly moaned as Anael stilled her words with only a light touch along her stomach.

"You address her as Lucifer, niece," Anael said firmly, "I learned this from watching father torment Asmodan." She noticed how Vikki's eyes lit up in glee at that news as she spoke softly into Bridgett's ear. "I'm pleased that my limited demonic power affects you like father's does to that demon. If your good I'll touch you some more, would you like that?"

"P-please?!" Bridgett fought herself just to speak that one word. She's never felt anything like this before. It was like her whole body was alive in euphoric bliss.

"Anael, show me," Lucifer ordered, holding out her hand to her daughter. "You saw your father do this?" she asked, looking down at her hand. Still feeling Anael's angelic and demonic powers on her skin. It was a rather stimulating experience, to say the least, for the Lord of Hell.

"Yes, mother, you enjoy it don't you?" Anael asked, her nose nuzzled Bridgett's neck.

"Y-y-yes," Bridgett stammered, "oh Go..." Anael cupped her hand over her mouth as she came.

"We do not say that name here, be a good Nephilim, and I'll touch you some more," Anael spoke allowing her demon free like she always did when she was in Hell with her mother. "Now, gaze upon the face of my Father, Suriel Zol, Nagdaium' of vengeance, Prince of Heaven and Hell, Ruler of the Fourth Heaven," she said with pride, placing her index finger against Bridgett's temple.

Falling forward, panting heavily, her hands caught herself on the sand that bordered that hellish lake. "There's just no way! Ira can't be that," Bridgett stated not believing what Anael had bombarded her mind with.

"It's the truth, Bridgett," Lucifer said, motherly, her hand lightly ran along the back of Bridgett's bowed head. "You're brother as done many things to protect you and your mother," bringing her granddaughter's gaze up to her, "he's experienced quite the lot in his short time as an immortal."

"Come on, that's just not fair!" Bridgett bemoaned causing Lucifer to chuckle.

"You're immortal, too, silly," Lucifer said, lightly caressing Bridgett's left cheek.

"Wow... he really did all that for us?" Bridgett asked, sitting on the backs of her legs once her grandmother had bombarded her mind with what had transpired since they've been gone. "He really saved the world?!"

"Mmmhmm, we had help, but yes, he helped to save reality," Lucifer nodded. "Come," holding out her hands to Bridgett, "you need rest, there will be a proper time and place for you to learn everything. Anael will escort you to the Second Circle. When she is safe return to me," she commanded, before blinking out and reappearing on her throne.

"Yes, mother, come, Bridgett," Anael said, her angelic side yearning to fulfil her parent's command. "Stick close to me, Vikki, you're a pretty snack for full bloods," she said, leading them out of the chamber.

"Yes, Princess, thank you."

"Umm... hello! I don't even know how to fly!" Bridgett shouted as they stood at the edge of a cliff that stood on a thin pillar of stone in the middle of the real lake of fire that Yahweh had chained Lucifer too.

"You do," Anael nodded sternly. "All angels, Nephilim, Nephalem know how to. It's in our angelic makeup. Don't worry, your body will know what to do even if your mind doesn't." With that Anael shoved her off the ledge, what Bridgett took from that moment was Anael was quite sadistic, given the smile on her face as Bridgett screamed bloody mur*er as she fell towards that bubbling, hissing lake of fire. "If you don't use your powers you're going to die!"

"You can't do that!" Vikki hissed in a disapproving voice.

"Why not, it worked, didn't it? Didn't you're family do the same to my Father?" Anael asked, sensing Bridgett tapping into her powers long before the sound of her body rushed pass them. "Seems she has the hang of it," she said, with a warm smile on her face. "Shall we?" Anael asked, unfurling her wings as did Vikki to head off to her home in the Second Circle.

"This is where I must leave you," Anael said, as they floated at the entrance that led down to Samael's domain.

"I understand, thank you, for your protection, Princess," Vikki said, bowing her head to Anael.

"Why don't you hang out with us? I mean after you get done with whatever she's having you do," Bridgett said, smiling sisterly at Anael, she so wanted to know what her aunt... as weird as that sounded to her, tastes like. She's already fucked her brother, slept with both her mother and grandmother, she didn't see a reason why she couldn't have a slice of the angel food floating before her.

"Can I?" Anael whispered.

"You aren't used to having friends, are you?" Bridgett asked, "Awe," she moaned in her mind as Anael shook her head. "Didn't you have fun hanging out with us?"

"You know where my family's home is?" Vikki spoke when Anael nodded catching on to what Bridgett was asking.

"Then, when you're free, come hang out with us, we liked being friends with you, before all this." Slyly looking at Vikki when Anael disappeared on them only to have appear inches from her face.

"Did you mean that? That you liked being my friend?"

"Yeah." The moment that word left Bridgett's lips, she experienced one of the most breathtaking kisses she's ever had and that was saying something.

"I liked hanging out with you, too." Bridgett saw the little girl who grew up all alone, trapped in Hell, unable to see her father, or anyone, for fear she might be found out, in those glowing golden eyes of hers. Watching how Vikki was affected by that same kiss as she was when Anael's lips embraced Vikki's. "You, only you two, can call me Anael. Say it... please," Anael said, softly with a tinge of bashfulness.

"Anael." Bridgett thought Anael was rather cute when she hid her face like that. Although she didn't know if she could be sane if she was raised like Anael if what she saw was true.

"I promise, I'll visit," Anael said, keeping her face hidden.

Bridgett and Vikki shared a look when they heard the tremble in Anael's voice. Floating forward, each reaching out, placing a hand on Anael's shoulders. Causing her to peer up, showing them the tears she was shedding given how these were the first friends she's made all on her own.

"You know, it's okay to cry, right?" Vikki spoke in a soft, sweet tone.

"Mmmhmm, I bet there aren't too many here who want to be your friend without using you," Bridgett said, remembering where she was, and knew that was probably the normal around Hell. She had her feeling verified by Anael's weak nod. "That's why you and Azza were talking, because you two don't have to worry about that, right?"

"Yeah, but Azza just woke up, she needs more time to learn before we can hang out," Anael said weakly, wiping her eyes.

"Well... you come, say tomorrow, if you're free, and you can tell me all about this waking up bit, alright," Bridgett said, with Vikki nodding along.

"I like that you sound like Mother and feel like Father."

"You're really into my brother, aren't ya?" Bridgett stated with a wide smile.

"It's in our angelic nature. I'm more angel than human or demon, so I feel it more strongly than you do or Missy."

"Oh?! Didn't know that, well tomorrow you can tell me all about angels," Bridgett said, with a wave before Anael faded from reality. Somehow, she didn't know how, but somehow, she knew Anael was already back in the throne room.

"It's not easy growing up here, especially for her," Vikki spoke as if speaking to the darkness before her.

"Are we that big of a threat?" Bridgett asked, looking at Vikki as if she spoke from experience.

"You rival an archangel, Bridget. Lucifer was an archangel before she rebelled. You could have beaten your own grandmother if you fought her then. But she's now the Ruler of Hell, with that comes the power of Hell. You've felt it, haven't you? That tingling itch, just beneath the skin that you just can't get rid of?" Vikki spoke wondering if she could feel it yet.

"Kind of, yeah, why?"

"Come, there's some place I need to show you, it's important," Vikki said, taking hold of Bridgett's hand and raced back to her, now, their home.

"Is this your..."

"Our... home," Vikki corrected, smiling lovingly at her as they approached the terrace. Waving to her sisters through the windows as they rushed to the door. "Relax, you've seen Ira, Bridgett's tamer," she said, reassuringly when she noted Rita's and Sue's startled looks when they landed.

"What's so different about my brother?" Bridgett asked, she really didn't see what the whole hubbub was about.

"Everything!" Rita and Sue said, practically drooling.

"Really?! He's that special?" Bridgett asked, seeing the same look on Vikki's face that her sisters were sporting.​