Incest/Taboo Porn Star Family

"You have to know; I only did it to help him, not to harm him," Vikki said, laying out the truth for her.

"Okay? And what did you do, Vikki?" Bridgett asked, getting a tad defensive. She knew conversations starting out like this never went over well.

"You remember the night I took his virginity?" Vikki asked, looking dreamily at the memory.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"That was the night I turned him into an incubus," Vikki said, leading Bridgett to a chair. "I only did it out of love, because I got tired of watching Ira being used and thrown away."

"But all those taunts, rips, crude remarks?"

"I'm a demon honey, that's how I show love," Vikki said, to which her sisters nodded along.

"Touché."

"You have to understand something, when you first sucked him off you were put under an enslavement spell that all incubi have so they can have a ready food supply. I think it was a... growing spurt, if you will, that caused that, since at the time his incubus hadn't emerged yet. So you can imagine what a male incubus does to us," Vikki said, gesturing to her sisters. "Yet when he awoke Ira made sure to remove it from you."

"So... I'm not under any spell, then why do I still want to suck his dick?"

"That's all you, baby," Vikki said, lightly squeezing Bridgett's hand.

"Not just any incubus, a Lucifugous!" Rita cut in, with misty eyes.

"A what?" Bridgett asked, typing it out in her memo app, so she could keep track of it all.

"See, I have lots of pictures of him in it," Sue said, showing Bridgett all the photos she took of Ira when he was just an incubus before he awakened.

"Those were real!" Bridgett shouted, causing Vikki to look away. "He fucked you in the ass with his tail!"

"Slut," Rita hissed.

"Mmmhmm," Sue hummed along.

"You're just jealous you weren't first. I'm his maker, his first consort, I should always get firsts of everything," Vikki said, sitting rather regal in her chair.

"Okay... so, what happened next?" Bridgett asked, retaking her seat.

"Well, you remember when Ira came home late, supposedly drunk?"

"Yeah, who could forget that, me, okay, I can see that, but Ira? Never believed it for a minute," Bridgett stated, "so what does that have to do with anything?"

"That was when we learned that Lucifer was the one who healed your brother's wound, that an archangel gave him," Sue chimed in, "Raphaela... I think that was the name of the angel," looking to her sister who nodded. "Well, anyway, mind you this was before he awakened and was an untrained incubus at the time. While we were at home on Earth we were getting to the bottom of who gave him that scar. That was when he got real still, the moment he was out the door Ira was whisked away by that same archangel. Trust me, it was a massive power, scared even me, but Bridgett, they aren't anything like what I'm feeling right now. But you aren't the only strong one here," Sue said, jutting her chin towards Asmodan's tower.

"So who lives there?" Bridgett asked, turning in her seat.

"Asmodan, Lord of the Second Circle, the Circle of sin, and consort of Ira, Hell wife to Suriel Zol. So don't go picking fights; she was on par with Ira after his awakening. I'm not doubting your power, Bridgett, just there are other things stronger than angels about, just fair warning," Sue said, her demonic powers danced along her eyes. "Vikki, you might be his maker, his first consort, but I'm his favorite." Bridgett leaned back as she noted how fire just sprung to life along Sue's horns.

"No, you're not!" Rita roared her challenge.

"Now, you see why you need to grow stronger. Not for me, Ira... well you'll see, but to protect your own self. But before you can make that choice I need to show you something," Vikki said, getting to her feet and holding out her hand.

"What?"

"A warning of what you can become," Vikki said sternly, "also for your safety."

"Where did you get that?" Bridgett asked, as Vikki pulled out a wicked silver skeleton key from her pocket.

"From Ira," Vikki answered, flashing her sisters a smirk knowing no one other than her had a key like hers the only key to his temple mount.

"But, where are we going?" Bridgett inquired, getting up from her seat. Saying her goodbyes, interweaving her fingers with Vikki's seeing Rita and Sue wave before they returned to their previous argument.

"The temple mount of Suriel Zol, the Ruler of Atlantis, that is the Fourth Heaven, a place your brother made for just us, so we can be safe," Vikki said, leading Bridgett to the door that connected their Earthly home. Nodding to her mother as they walked past, "I'll tell you later." Seeing her mother nod yet couldn't stop staring at Bridgett's halo.

"Vik, why is your mother staring at me like that?"

"Because you haven't mastered how to hide yourself," Vikki said, pulling Bridgett in so her halo could be seen on the mirror's surface. "This is why it's dangerous for you, you're like a lone light house on the darkest of nights. A beacon."

Bridgett felt rather comforted and embarrassed when Vikki soothed her when her face must have shown how confused she was. "How do I turn it off?"

"Hmm... I don't know about angels but succubi simply will ourselves to not be seen as we are," pointing to her human appearance, "well that's toned it down some," when Bridgett's halo faded yet her golden eyes remained, "we'll work on it some more. We're warded pretty well, so no one from the outside can see in, nor can they, or dare they, try to peer into where we're going," Vikki said, with pride in her voice.

"Vikki, what's got you so happy?" Bridgett asked, seeing the joy in her eyes.

"Ira likes me," Vikki whispered holding out the key. "I'm the only one who has one. I'm the only one he allows to enter his temple mount in this manner."

"Wow. That is a big step for Ira," Bridgett agreed.

"It's not only that, Bridgett, it's that I am, foremost, the consort of the Princess of Hell and then... your brother, do you know how lucky I am to have the two of you? Why I don't want you to get hurt, but, babying Ira is what got us into the trouble with Raphaela in the first place. I know it will be hard, and very fucking confusing for you," Vikki said, with a flirty smile. "But I'll help you master your angelic powers. So we'll be staying in Fourth Heaven while you master your skill under your brother's protection for the most part. We can't have your mother getting suspicious of you," Vikki said, leading Bridgett to the door that Ira had chosen to use as the anchor from his realm to the material one.

"Holy, shit!" Bridgett cursed the moment they walked through the door and she was faced with the vast continent of Atlantis stretched out before her.

"Welcome to Fourth Heaven," Vikki stated stepping up to Bridgett's side as Bridgett's gaze moved around the temple mount.

"Yeah, like that's not going to go to his head," Bridgett said, rolling her eyes when she took note of the shrine that laid in the middle of the area.

"You mustn't go there, ever! Do you understand?" Vikki uttered pointing to the temple that was still under construction.

"Why?" Bridgett asked, confused.

"Because, God, is there. We might be safe from the angels that come here, yet we cannot go there," Vikki spoke, knowing she could speak God's name without fear due to where they were standing at the moment.

"Angels?!"

"As I am, same with my sisters, and mother, we are Hell-born wives of Suriel Zol. While we are welcome here, it would be best for you not to go to the Heaven side of New Atlantis," Vikki said, gesturing out to the city.

"Okay," she really didn't get all these rules yet for the sake of moving it along Bridgett held her tongue, "but why can't we go out there! I mean just look at all that space!" Bridgett asked, thrusting her arm out to the vast wilderness of Atlantis.

"Because you are fallen, Nephilim, you chose Hell." Came a voice from out of nowhere, causing Bridgett's head to snap up.

"Holy! Is today a holiday or something, because it's raining hot women?!" Bridgett moaned in her mind. "How many hot daughters does Ira need?" she questioned to no one really just the lustful thoughts in her mind as her golden eyes were captivated by the two floating above them.

"We sensed the arrival of a Nephilim in our Father's domain, we assumed it was a threat to this realm, yet all I see is a child," Cassiel stated, her hair undulated as her four black wings flapped. Holding her Chidori jumonji yari spear in her right hand in case they proved to be a threat. Her gold-ruby eyes peered down at Bridgett, her halo burned overhead, while her horns curved along the sides of her head, along her forehead before dipping down slightly as they ended in sharp points. Bridgett wondered if Ira, the dirty pervert, has had a taste of those 38C breasts of hers yet.

"Rude much?!" Bridgett retorted.

"Be at ease Cassiel, Lailah, we aren't here to cause any trouble to my consort's domain," Vikki spoke trying to ease the tension that was growing.

"I've seen you with Father," Lailah stated, her white and black wings gently flapped as she floated to the ground as her blonde hair trailed behind her. "You're one of Father's Hell-born wives, what are you doing on the mount?" she commanded as her arming sword appeared in her left hand.

"You two are far too hostile!"

"We protect Father's domain, Nephilim," Lailah said darkly, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword.

Bridgett thought she was about to be stabbed, or something along those lines, or that was the case until she noted how Lailah's and Cassiel's heads shot up towards the sky. She got the feeling they would really like to plunge those blades into her body repeatedly yet saw something akin to displeasure on their faces.

"You must forgive them."

"Oh my..." Bridgett muttered when she and Vikki turned around, her eyes glanced over to Vikki who gasped in surprise and fear at the unknown speaker that appeared behind them. Her halo burned brightly above her light red hair, that was held back by her gold winged tiara depicting her standing in the First Order. She was both aroused and fearful as she looked upon that angelic face of hers as her six pearl white wings sat tucked against her back. The purple cloth of her angelic robe, bordered in gold, with angelic script along it rippled in the warm breeze of Ira's Garden. She tried not to allow her gaze to dip low yet her breasts just beckoned to her to have a taste of them. She was in Heaven!

"I am, Rikbiel, the daughter of Metatron and Suriel Zol, the Cherubim of sound," she greeted, "please forgive their brashness, they're sired from archangels, they tend to be warlike." How Bridgett could lose herself in that warm smile of Rikbiel's. "You heard father's order, why do you still have your weapons drawn, do you wish to disobey father?" Bridgett noted how red faced Lailah and Cassiel were getting when she peered back at them.

"Of course not, sister, we were making sure the Nephilim wasn't a threat," Lailah spoke dispelling her blade.

"You three know I'm his sister, right?" Bridgett uttered seeing their silent looks of 'So?'

"You are fallen," Cassiel stated again. "You may become the enemy someday. Something I won't allow to happen," she spoke in a firm tone causing her sisters to nod along.

"Is that possible?" Bridgett whispered to Vikki who nodded.

"How did you get to the temple mount, no Angel, demon, heaven-born, or hell-born may step foot on this site?" Lailah asked, crossing her arms below her 32D breasts.

"Then how are any of you here, aren't you heaven or whatever?" Bridgett asked, argumentatively.

"We serve Father," Cassiel said, pointing to her horns. "Father lets her come here so he can see her," jutting her chin towards Rikbiel, "his realm is open to us, while you, fallen, can only roam New Atlantis. Answer my sister's question, how did you get here?"

"Ira, Suriel Zol," Bridgett saw how the three of them grew more attentive when Vikki said that name, "gave me this," Vikki said, holding out the key.

"I see, very well, you may continue," Lailah said, "come sister, we have tasks that must be seen to."

"Of course, do not defile Father's temple," Cassiel warned as she rose into the air joining her sister before she and Lailah headed off towards the west coast of Atlantis.

"Well, aren't they just peachy," Bridgett said, watching the two disappear.

"Please, do forgive them, it's not easy being a Nephalem and human," Rikbiel said, in a warm tone.

"But aren't you one?" Bridgett asked, looking over at Rikbiel.

"No," shaking her head, "I chose to rise, where they chose to fall to serve father. While I do serve Heaven, I will not hesitate to answer my father's call," Rikbiel said, sternly.

"So that makes you what?"

"An angel of the First Order," Rikbiel stated truthfully. "Please, be at ease, I wouldn't harm one of my father's Hell wives," she said, noting Vikki's bubbling fear. "Might I inquire as to what brought the two of you to my father's realm?"

"Bridgett needs to be trained, and Ira told me we would be safe here if something happened."

"Ah. Yes," running her golden eyes down Bridgett's body, "I can see that. You are correct, you will be protected here," Rikbiel nodded.

"Then I'm not going to get impaled or anything?" Bridgett asked, wondering where her brother was.

"While you are here in this realm? No. You are safe under father's protection. Yet..."

"On Earth, I'm fair game," Bridgett finished for her to which Rikbiel nodded. "So where's my brother, why hasn't he come to check on me if he's this high and mighty powerful..." Taking a dry swallow as Rikbiel appeared less than six inches from her. Feeling her angelic powers pressing down and easily over powering her own as those golden eyes burned brightly.

"Do not disrespect father!" Rikbiel growled defensively.

"Boundaries," pushing Rikbiel back, "I guess it's my job, as your aunt, to teach you that," she sighed yet her hands tingled as their angelic essences touched, "then where is my brother?" Bridgett asked, begrudgingly pulling her hands away, when she only wanted to take her into her arms and taste those sweet, light pink lips.

"Battling, Klothod, father sent us here to see who had stepped onto his mount, now, if you will excuse me, I must return to him," Rikbiel said, spreading her wings to return to the fight.

"Wait one minute, who, or what, is Klothod?" Bridgett asked, rather confused.

"The Third Sister of the Underworld," Rikbiel stated thinking that was enough to satisfy her before returning to Ira's side.

"Do you know what that means?" Bridgett asked, looking over to Vikki who was as equally confused as she was.

"Come, let's not worry about that for now, let's go see our apartment that Ira made for us," Vikki said, with a warm smile as she held out her hand to her.

"Vik?" Her brown eyes, thanks to Vikki's help, had returned to their normal color as she stared out at the temple across from them and the crater below them. Her white robe was pulled tight along her body, pressing back against Vikki as her arms wrapped around her as they stood barefoot on that warm marble stone.

"Hmm?" Vikki hummed into her ear.

"Why are we back out here?"

"To show you the risk of letting your Nephilim side take over," Vikki said, pointing to the crater. "But you tend to get my mind distracted when you're all hot and wet," she cooed, her lips lightly teased Bridgett's right ear, her body still humming from the very satisfying love making they just had.

"What does a hole in the ground have to do with anything?"

"From what Ira told me, that is where the former city of Atlantis used to stand. He also told me it was once ruled by the Nephilim of old, hence why God sunk Atlantis in the first place, given how warlike they were. Where I hope you don't follow after them," Vikki said, squeezing Bridgett tighter to her. "I don't know if I could go on if I lost you."

"Not going to happen, Vikki," Bridgett stated, patting Vikki's hand. Although, she knew they were just empty words. She knew she was really outclassed given what she has felt and was feeling at that moment. Knowing the moment she left this place she would become a target for them. "Vikki?"

"Yes."

"Why isn't Ira a fallen?"

"He is, he's just not aligned with Hell or Heaven."

"Then why? Why all of this?"

"From the way Ira tells it, before he awoke, he and God had a conversation..."

"Wait. You're telling me, my brother, that moody teenager, has spoken to God. The God?!" Bridgett asked, in stunned disbelief.

"He's speaks to God quite often these days," Vikki nodded, "but anyway, what he told me God gave him a choice, either breed with four of his angels, or die. You have to remember; this was just after his fight with Raphaela."

"The bitch who stabbed my brother?!" Bridgett asked, the power of Hell saturating her pupils at Vikki's 'Mmmhmm.'

"Well, turns out she was the first, not counting your grandmother, of the heavenly host he impregnated. Then when the battle with Onoskelis was over they had another chat. This time, given what he did during it, God gave him another choice: either become what he is now and be the stop measure that keeps both sides from bringing on the end times, or die."

"That's a lot of death."

"He is a demon, honey. You have to remember he was a demon before he awoke, he chose to keep his demon because he couldn't fight Lucifer. She is family, the one he went to when his friends, so called, sent him videos of them fucking your mother, of your father fucking every girl Ira was ever interested in. Every time he found out your parents were using him to get new 'talent' for their movies. It's the reason I turned him... I loved him so much, as you know, it hurt to see how he was being treated by them, your parents included, as a means of getting his payback against them." Vikki said, rubbing her right cheek against Bridgett's left as she gently rocked them. "He did all this to protect you and your mother from ever finding out what you are. He knew, from his own experience, what that would mean for the two of you, even after all the shit your mother, and we, have put him through... because he loves us."

"Well then..." Looking down at her hand, feeling her power just itching to be released, determination filling her eyes, "I guess we better get cracking on training me. Because I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Bridgett said sweetly, placing a kiss on Vikki's right cheek while her hand caressed the other one.

Throne room of Hell...

"Ira?!" Lucifer gasped in surprise when Ira's vast powers flooded her throne room as he appeared.

"Father!" Anael squealed at the sight of him. Barreling into his chest, pressing her body against his, feeling so at peace when Ira's arms wrapped around her.

"Hello, Anael, missed me, I take it?" Ira asked, in a light chuckle.

"Mmmhmm," Anael hummed as she snuggled tightly against him.

"Ira." Turning her grandson's chin towards her when she appeared at his right side. Moaning into his mouth as she kissed his lips with such passion. "I'm happy to see you."

"I could tell," Ira answered with a coy smirk. "You aren't going to be needing Anael any time soon, are you?"

"Why?" Lucifer asked, her calculating mind raced.

"Well, Missy isn't really all that strong, at least not strong enough to withstand training Bridgett, but you are, aren't ya?" Ira asked, peering down at his daughter.

"Mmmhmm," Anael hummed as she nodded vehemently.

"I see... have you seen something I have not?" Lucifer inquired, not to question him, just to see how he uses that power he now wields.

"I got a hunch she'll be visiting you soon."

"Oh?"

"So, will you be needing Anael?"

"I don't know Ira," Lucifer mused her fingertips skimmed along Ira's shoulders as she walked behind him. "Releasing Anael to you for any amount of time is... costly." While that wasn't true in the slightest, she just wondered if he would go for her bargain. She did want to try it firsthand.

"Ah, and what, pray tell, has that devious mind of yours come up with, hmm?" Ira asked, he's always enjoyed how he could make the Devil blush.

"You must do to me what you do to Asmodan for an hour," Lucifer stated laying out her deal noting Ira's perplexed look in his eyes at how she knew that.

"Have you been spying on me?" Ira asked, in a fatherly voice as he peered down at Anael.

"Maybe," Anael spoke with a broad smile on her lips.

"Bad, li'l angel," Ira teased, lightly bopping her nose.

"Do we have a deal, Suriel Zol?" Lucifer asked, using Ira's angelic name and the name he went by as the Ruler of Fourth Heaven. How she savored that kiss. Knowing that, now, with everything, she might not get another for some time given how the Sisters were still about. Ira needed his attention on them and not her nagging him because she was horny. Sighing in her head and rolling her eyes when she felt Zophiel approaching.

"Suriel Zol!" Zophiel's voice was hard and alluring as she and Azza appeared in the throne room.

"Give me one second, Zophiel, alright?" Ira asked, looking over to her.

"Very well, a second," Zophiel nodded, glaring at her sister. She knew Lucifer must have been hiding Ira from her.

"Can you carry out the task I gave you?" Ira asked, peering down at his daughter.

"Yes, Father," Anael said, with a firm nod.

"Good," feeling Anael's skin heat as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I leave Bridgett in your care. Don't skimp out on her training just because she's family," Ira said, seeing something else in her eyes that wasn't there the last time they had seen each other. "I'll be back, Luci," he said, over his shoulder as he walked towards Zophiel. "You must be Azza?"

"Y-yes," Azza said, weakly.

"Pretty like your mother, shall we take a walk?" Ira said, seeing her face blush when he said that.

"Do you mean it, Father?" Azza asked, her nervousness was clear as day.

"Of course, I mean it, have you seen your mom?!"

"Suriel Zol!" Zophiel gasped in a bashful tone. "Tell me more," she said sweetly, looping her arm around his as they headed for the exit. Noting how Ira waved back to Lucifer before Azza's hand filled his offered one.

"Before you leave," Lucifer took hold of her daughter's hand before she left to go wherever Bridgett was right then, "I have something for you," she said, placing her palm on her daughter's forehead and pouring the knowledge of how to create the time bubble she had used to train Ira in into her mind. "Do you understand?" Lucifer asked, making sure she knew how to use it before allowing her to depart. Lightly running her hands down the strands of her daughter's snow-white hair, making sure not a stray hair was out of place. Making sure Anael was very presentable. She might be the Devil, yet, she did care about her family, and she knew how much Anael needed a friend. Her human part needed that connection that she could never get in Hell. "Now, you come only when I call or your father calls. Bridgett's training is paramount."

"I understand mother."

"Good. Now go play with your friend," Lucifer said, in a motherly voice. Remembering how she pestered her for everything about Bridgett when she had returned from the Second Circle.

"Jesus!" Bridgett muttered pushing her half asleep body backwards until her back hit the wall of Vikki's bedroom when Anael's face was only inches away from hers. "What are you doing here, Anael?" she asked, groggily. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"I came to get you," Anael said softly, holding out her hand as Vikki rolled over in her sleep.

"Why?" Biting the inside of her cheek at how Anael's touch ignited her womb as she helped her out of bed.

"To train. The faster we train, the faster you can leave this place without fear of angels coming down and killing you," Anael said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Plus, you said I could visit."

"Yeah, but not at four-thirty in the morning," Bridgett grumbled, playfully bumping Anael's shoulder with her own.

"Sorry, I don't know how to tell time like humans do," Anael said, hanging her head.

"Relax, I'm only teasing," Bridgett said, lightly rubbing Anael's back. "Let me tell Vikki and get dressed," gesturing to her t-shirt and panties she was wearing, "and well go, okay?"

"Sure," Anael nodded. Her gold-ruby eye couldn't look away as Bridgett's shirt rode up when she had a knee on the bed, showing, to her angelic eyes, even in that darkness, Bridgett's tight ass and how her black panties were molded to her mound. She felt her body heating as she listened to the soft kiss, the sweet whispers the two of them shared. Remembering how her own father's lips felt on hers. The way his tongue moved through her labia. The way her womanhood gripped his cock when she gave her father her innocence. While she loved being with her father like that, and always would. Yet she did wonder what being with a woman would be like.

"Okay, where are we going?" Bridgett asked, once she had quickly dressed.

"Father's domain, don't move," Anael spoke as her wings encased Bridgett before departing for Atlantis.

"Hey, Anael, can I ask you something?" Bridgett uttered the moment they reappeared on the temple mount. Seeing Anael nod as her eyes scanned out on the land of Atlantis. "Can I like come here myself, like how you do?"

"No," Anael said, plainly. "This realm is only for Father and his legion," she stated pointing to herself. "The city is the only place you can be, or here." Pointing to her feet as the sweet scents of the Garden drifted on the air.

"Man! Where have I been all this time! He gets his own realm, this grand power... please, don't tell me he's like a god now?" Bridgett bemoaned, causing Anael to giggle. "I like hearing that from you," she said, flashing Anael a flirtatious smile.

"You do?" Anael asked, feeling her cheeks heat.

"Mmmhmm," Bridgett nodded, "shows me you have a little human in you."

"Only an eighth."

"So? More than enough, see, I knew you could smile when you mean it?" Bridgett lightly teased. "So... where are we going to do this training?"

"Right here," Anael said, with a devilish smile as she snapped her fingers.

"Holy, Hell!" Bridgett groaned collapsing to the ground the moment they left the time bubble. "That was something?!"

"Father lasted two months locked inside of it. Without being able to feed... he needs sex to survive. He is partly an incubus. Do you think you can last a full hour?" Anael asked, noting the month's growth of Bridgett's hair as she stared down at her.

"After two months of this, he was able to fight Raphaela?" Bridgett asked, her chest heaved, her clothes were tattered, her hands were calloused from swinging her sword and dagger around. Which she found odd given how it wasn't in her hand the night that started this all.

"Mmmhmm, he had her overpowered, he could have killed her if he wanted to," Anael nodded retelling Bridgett what her mother had told her while she was still in the womb.

"Yeah, even from here I can feel them."

"You should seeing how there's two of them here at the moment," Cassiel said, coming in for a landing. She wasn't there to chat with Bridgett, but her sister. "Seems you're... getting the hang of things," she said, her gold-ruby eyes ran down Bridgett's body, sensing the change in her.

"You're not very friendly, are you?" Bridgett asked, peering up at her niece.

"Cassiel, she's a friend, my friend," Anael said, defending Bridgett.

"Her? Your friend?"

"Have you never had one?" Bridgett asked, wondering just how they all grew up so... stunted. Pushing her weary body off the ground, "How about we start over, hmm?" Shaking her head at the blank looks on their faces. "Ira!" She screamed to the sky. "You need to teach these girls..." Instantly she felt a weight crushing her body, her chest tightened, her palms grew sweaty, her angel quaked in fear. Panting heavily as she dropped to a knee, it felt like she was suffocating.

"Father?!" The sound of the two of them dropping to a knee caused her to peer up. Her breath was stolen as those red burgundy glowing eyes stared down at her. Knowing how they changed to that color when his shrine was completed or that's what she remembered when Anael had flooded her mind. How she wanted to leap up and kiss those lips of his and was so, so scared as his power seemed to crush her without even trying.

"Go on, finish what you were going to say," Ira rolled his hand. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he grumbled, placing his hand in front of her face easing her fright around him.

"What are you?!"

"Right now, God, sorry Yahweh," hearing his grandfather's chuckle in his head, "given that we are in my realm," Ira said, instinctively reaching out to caress the top of Cassiel's head and reached out for Anael's offered hand. "So continue."

"Don't you see how stunted they are emotionally?!" Bridgett said, finally finding her voice. A little irked by that smirk of his.

"Well... yeah, but Anael isn't even a month old yet, and Cassiel here," smiling down at his second born, "is only a little over two weeks. Plus, they're raised by angels, what do you expect them to be, Joan Cleaver?!" Seeing the shocked look in his sister's eyes when he said that.

"But they're..."

"Angels, and they are mostly angel, tend to age quickly, isn't that right Cassiel?"

"Yes, Father," Cassiel said, elation that she felt his hand on her was evident in her voice. Softly whimpering when she felt his finger lightly running along the length of her horn. "Thank you, Father," she whispered feeling her body shuddering.

"Did... did you just make her cum?! From a touch?!" Bridgett asked, slacked jawed.

"Yeah, neat, huh? So what has you so concerned that you call for me when you should be training. The angels aren't going to wait around for you to learn how to swing a sword." Ira only wore a smirk when his sister leapt to her feet as her sword and dagger appeared in her hand. Waving his daughters off, knowing what Bridgett was going to do, after all he was omniscient in his realm.

"I'll show you how to swing a sword!" Her Nephilim rage burned in her blood as her wings extended, her glowing gold eyes burned, the air around her halo sizzled as her powers reached their maximum. Roaring her challenge, pushing off the stone with such force she didn't know she had. How she so wanted to beat that smirk off his face when it seemed to her she had somehow been caught in midair and unable to move.

"You should work on that anger, sis. If I was anyone else you would be dead, but you do need a reminder you aren't as powerful as you feel right now. So, a lesson is in order," Ira spoke, snapping his fingers.

"What?!" Bridget muttered as her swing, that was stopped, caused her to lose her balance when they suddenly appeared in the sky over New Atlantis.

"Behind you." Bridgett whipped around when her brother's voice sounded like it was right in her ear only to find him twenty feet away from her. Her arms, her legs, her very being was trembling as she stared at her brothers Nagdaium' form. A cold tinge of fear crept down her spine at that smoky halo, the maliciousness that emanated from his reverse C-shaped horns, to how those red burgundy eyes shimmered in power that she couldn't even comprehend. The way his darkened angelic light drifted off his six midnight black wings, noticing how the light of the realm played along his midnight blue skin. Her eyes took note of the scar on his upper right part of his chest. Noting how his tail was coiled around his waist while his angelic black linen pants fluttered in the wind.

"Fuck!" Bridgett grunted as just the force of the flap of his wings sent her back another twenty feet.

"Come, Princess, show the Lord of Atlantis what you can do," Ira said, taunting his sister, flicking his wrist as he smirked. He was so loving this. Yet he was doing this to show her, she needed to get stronger given who she had sided with. It might be enough to keep Yahweh at bay long enough for him to interfere.

"Ira, you are so enjoying this, aren't you?!" Bridgett asked, with false bravado. In reality she knew it was foolish yet she wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. "Don't come crying to me if I punch your lights out!" Tapping into all of her angelic power like Anael had taught her. As she was poised to deliver a downward slash, Ira just disappeared... then she heard his voice.

"Sorry about this."

Bridgett didn't know how, or what it was, but one moment she was in the sky the next she was in a small crater in the marble that made up the temple mount. Then pain, unbelievable pain, ravaged her body, her whole body felt like every bone had been broken. Golden ichor spewed forth from her mouth as her body begun to knit itself back together. Her eyes widened in shock when a more angelic image of her brother appeared before her.

"Hold still, Bridgett, I'm going to heal you, but you need to be still." Bridgett blinked in understanding, it just hurt too much to talk.

"Oh, God!" Bridgett screamed out in her mind as his angelic essence touched her own. Not because it was painful, oh no, what she was feeling at that moment was something far, far different than pain. It was so arousing, so intoxicating, so... delicious, touching every inch of her body all at once. She felt something... else... something dark... Bridgett gasped aloud as that darkness had her already overheated mound melting down. "Ira!" Bridgett screamed out as she came so hard she was drenched.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I was a little hungry," Ira teased, flicking his fork tongue at her.

"What the hell was that?!" Bridgett asked, sitting up, looking down at her body went it no longer felt like she was made of jelly.

"Oh... just something I've been experimenting with, with Asmodan's help," Ira said, with a devilish grin. "She's been most helpful. It has helped me to get a handle on the control needed for creation," he said, helping his sister to stand returning back to his human form. "So if you hear a demon's wail, just ignore it. I mean, after all, Vikki's been dying to show you everything."

"Really? She told you this?" Bridgett said, not believing a word.

"Oh, yeah, she's the only one I could talk to about all of this," gesturing to his body, "couldn't talk to you about it, or Mom, without running the risk of awakening your angelic side," Ira stated when Bridgett started to speak. "Trust me, it isn't worth it. Sorry about," nodding behind them, instantly repairing the damage, "but I could stab you to prove my point."

"I'll pass," Bridgett said, trying not to eye the scar.

"It's not a pleasant experience, especially when you're like me... anyway, hey," leaning in to his sister, "how much do you want to irk off the Devil?" Ira asked, as a devilish light played along his eyes.

"Really, Ira, are you trying to die?"

"What? You should see that cheek of hers dance," Ira chuckled.

"Okay, what is it?" Bridgett asked, she could grow to like this deviousness in her brother.

"The next time you see her, call her Luci, you'll enjoy the show, I promise," Ira said, stopping looking over at his daughters. "You two can come if you like."

"We'd be happy to, Father," Anael spoke, bowing as she did after sharing a nod with her sister.

"You wouldn't have a problem with that, would you?" Ira asked, with a knowing smirk.

"Not a problem with me," Bridgett said, trying not to roll her eyes at her brother's question. Like she was going to pass up the chance to spend time with two hot girls.

"I'm so happy you survived!" Anael exclaimed hugging Bridgett tight.

"I mean sure the hit..."

"Hit?! There was no touching of any sort. If Father hit you, you would die instantly. No, Father only used the force of his might to send you down," Anael said, with Cassiel nodding along.

"This true?" Bridgett asked, arching an eyebrow when Ira looked away. "Tell me truthfully, are Seraphim that dangerous?"

"Very," Ira said, darkly. "Have you met Zophiel?"

"Met her? No. I saw her arguing with Luci," Bridgett stated trying out the word.

"While all Seraphim are extremely powerful. She and Metatron are the more powerful ones."

"Who are they?"

"Zophiel, is the fallen angel of fate," nodding when Bridgett looked at him in disbelief, "Metatron is the voice of God."

"I see..."

"Do you want to see the Garden?" Ira asked, knowing his sister needed to figure out and decide on taking that step on her own.

"Sure," Bridgett muttered, her mind going over everything she has felt since this all began. Watching Cassiel and Anael as Ira showed off the garden to her. She wasn't doubting it's beauty, yet while she might not be able to be like her brother, she wasn't going to let anyone hurt Vikki, or her family. That left one thing; she had to get stronger. "Ira?"

"So you came to the same conclusion I did, when I faced the same choice you did."

"Is it possible? Can I get stronger like they are," Bridgett asked, pointing at Anael and Cassiel.

"It's possible, but you'll have to burn away most of your humanity to achieve it. Is that a cost you're willing to pay?" Ira asked, looking over at his sister.

"Well, Heaven wants me dead, and I'm not running to grandma every time something stronger comes along, and I wouldn't be the person Vikki fell in love with if I ran without her. What do I have to do?"

"You speak to Luci, but you're going to have to make a deal. Has Vikki told you what deals with demon and fallen involve?"

"No, we haven't covered that yet," Bridgett said, wondering if she was being too hasty.

"It's a kiss," Ira said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Although, I can probably offer you a better deal."

"Oh? And what do you want in return? How do I know demon deals are trustworthy?" Bridgett smirked when Ira belted out a laugh.

"Deals with demons are binding. I can do what you're asking, yet in doing so, you help to teach my daughters how to be women. Does that sound like a fair deal?"

"Can I think on it?"

"Sure, being a demon is a choice best made with all the facts," Ira nodded in understanding.

"Did it hurt?" Bridgett asked, following after Ira as he led her deeper into the Garden.

"Becoming an Incubus?"

"Yeah."

"No, it happens slowly, but I wasn't a Nephilim, so it might. Now becoming cosmic... that wasn't pleasant."

"Cosmic? Feels like I'm missing something here, and where are we going?" Bridgett asked, as Ira led her deeper into the west side of the city.

"Who told you about me?" Ira uttered stopping to look back at his sister.

"I did, Father," Anael said, stepping up. "Was I not supposed to?"

"No, Anael, she was bound to find out when she awoke. You did nothing wrong. Becoming cosmic is something you have to achieve before you can become a Throne class of angel. As you are now, your power is on par with a Principality class, that's the highest class of the Third Order, that... was the lowest rank, now there's a fourth -- Mine. A Throne angel is the weakest member in the First Order, and you've seen a Seraphim."

"Ira, if I didn't know you, I'd say you got a weird ass fetish," Bridgett said, nodding to how Anael was nuzzling his hand.

"This isn't my fetish," Ira said, truthfully.

"Explain."

"Okay, but you might want to brace yourself," taking a deep breath for dramatic effect, "Yahweh is a big o' pervert. I mean huge! Every angel is made for one of his kinks, given how they... well, I'm not telling you that. Given that they are mostly angel their need to serve... well me in this instance, is carried over from their mother," Ira said, while his eyes shot his sister a look she knew all too well.​