I Love Luci Ch. 14

Chapter 14: Divine Madness

Lucifer paced back and forth within the halls of Hel. One L. He disliked that Gwendolyn and Evangeline were coming to be noticed by more Celestials. And yet here he stood, pacing between the throne of Hel, herself, and the small assembly of deities. He stopped cold as the door to the Goddess's throne room opened and the room brightened as a rather relaxed looking hipster, man-bun and all, walked into the room.

"Jesus Christ, who the fuck called you in on this?" Lucifer said in a dead pan tone.

The man seemed to materialize a small vape pen that smelled faintly of cannabis out of thin air. He took a drag and then a grin appeared under his well manicured goatee. "Aw, bro! C'mon don't do me like that!" He walked over to Lucifer and clapped him on the back with a hand still scarred from nails. "Luci, you met a *girl*! A really, really nice girl!" His eyes were wide and excited like a small child that just saw a unicorn. "I got your back, bro!" He dropped a pair of dollar-store sunglasses down from his head and onto the bridge of his well sculpted brown nose.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Jesus. "Are you wearing.... glitter on your cheeks?"

Jesus grinned. "Naw, man. Just a little highlighter. A makeup store girl needed someone to give a make over to and I said 'why not'? She'd been praying to do well on her first day at work. See, I'm in the little things too."

Lucifer just blinked at him. Jesus smiled and his curled mustache twitched. "But seriously, I wasn't going to let my big bro get bullied and not back him up."

"Thank you?" Lucifer was so bewildered by this sudden show of support from... well, he has never really considered Jesus to be a literal brother. True, they had the same Father... but Jesus had been mortal once. And while it seemed like ago that he had loathed humanity and saw only its flaws, that enmity had colored how Lucifer saw the kid.

"She is making you human, Morningstar." Odin narrowed one cold blue eye upon him and sat back in a chair at a long table, around which various Celestial persons sat. "The Norns say this will not end well."

"Who says that Lucifer being more humane is a bad thing?" Mused Brigid, Gwendolyn's Patron Goddess. She was dressed in a sharp business suit coat and pencil skirt of emerald green that matched her eyes. Her red waves of hair were drawn back into a severe French twist. She regarded Lucifer thoughtfully. He had always liked her. She adapted to the world around her better than almost any old deity save Thor and Odin, who seemed to appear in each era in ways that fascinated him; Gods to days of week (Th But they had one thing in common... they all had so many faces, as belief shifted and evolved over the centuries. Many Gods, himself included, owed this longevity to media. Oral tradition to books to comic books to movies... Human entertainment was the new faith as media evolved. And every movie house, living room and cellular phone were the new chapels of worship. Brigid had evolved from Celtic goddess, to Catholic saint, to currently acting as CEO for an elite line of high end business suits called "Office Armor". Her staff was largely Dwarven, though some elves did work on her lingerie line, also.

And for each generation, a new incarnation, a new face. A new personality. A new... you. Gwendolyn adored Lucifer's most recent media incarnations. And he had to admit, it was a very nearly human face she gave him. She didn't always see him for what he was. That first day.... that first day he had meant fo break her. Perhaps to kill her. Perhaps worse. And he had thought it a game. An amusement. And then.... then she touched him. She turned those guileless blue-green eyes on him and suddenly she had been all that he could see. But did she truly see *him*?

"Have you not *seen* the world, Brigid?" Hades demanded. "It worsens daily! There is no one being punished! Roger Ailes is *still* in fucking processing! That man should be marinating in lava or something."

"There is a noticeable shift in just how many deals your demons are doing while Daddy's back is turned, Luci," Bast growled softly from where she lounged on a rug on the floor, looking bored out of her mind. "But to be, ehem... the Devil's Advocate," she gave a smile that was more flash of teeth and fangs than a friendly gesture. "Luci has been slipping on the job since the late sixties."

"Let me be very clear," Herne cut in from the far end of the table and he stood, and looked around at them all, individually. On Odin in his biker-chic riding leathers, simple black eyepatch and a simple red bandana tied around his head, hiding the silver ponytail at the nape of his neck where if seemed to blend with the silver whiskers of a full, healthy plaited beard

adorned with silver knot-work beaded rings. On Brigid, who was sitting and silently observing them all closely. On Khali, her eyes burning like coals behind her khol darkened lashes as she regarded Herne. To Bast who was inspecting her nails and didn't bother meeting his gaze. To Jesus who actually seemed to focus in and loose that annoyingly cheerful grin. To Hades who seemed almost spoiling for a fight, Lucifer thought, more bored than bothered by it. Finally his golden-brown eyes met Lucifer's. "The Morningstar and I made an agreement. And ultimately, the girl is mine. Brigid is the only one with any right to speak to me of what becomes of the woman."

"And what of you keeping her so secret?" Bast purred quietly. "The woman is not only a twin-souled creature but also an energetic leech and channel."

"That is what concerns me most of all," Kali's eyes flashed red. She was a slender Indian woman, her body wrapped in an elegant blue and silver sari. A tiny gold chain ran from one ear lobe to a petite stud on one side of her nose across cheekbones that would have made Angelina Jolie envious. "This woman is dangerous."

"This woman is a *gift*," Herne said softly, his amber eyes full of rage. "And she is Mine." He looked momentarily chagrined and added in an almost apologetic voice: "And Brigid's." He looked at each of them in turn. "And my Lady says she sees value in Gwendolyn's relationship with Lucifer. Lucifer and I had an understanding; and where she is considered, my rule is law."

"You would allow this bond they share to eclipse yours?" Hades demanded of Herne, who laughed aloud with genuine mirth.

"How might that happen?" Herne asked with obvious amusement and faux worry, "She might love him more than I?" He shook just antlered head in almost-pity. "If you think that is possible, you haven't met the woman or loved her. She loves passionately; she doesn't know any other way. She loves hard, and yet can leave you feeling like she is an enigma no matter how often she shows her genuine vulnerability. She would dash her soul on the rocks of fate for the chance to be loved completely." Herne looked directly at Odin, his eyes flashing a deep honey gold in the firelight. "Elder creatures such as ourselves will never fathom the depth of love that binds this woman to me. From the moment her light entered the Universe, her energy and spirit called to me. Even on my weakest nights, when I wonder: 'Did it finally happen? Did my name become so lost in time that I am fading into nothingness?' The passionate and fervent belief by this one, mortal, outwardly insignificant little witch... this one, precious, often ridiculously naive but maddeningly jaded creature... she revives me. Her belief alone could raise armies of fallen Gods."

"And so, too," Odin countered, "could her atheism bring armies of Gods crashing into their eternal graves, inch by inch."

"Then *perhaps*," Lucifer cut in coldly, his form shifting as his emotions washed over him; a black rage, blinding with the heat of the violence raging in his veins, flowing through his body as his wings darkened to from pearl white to feathers so black and inky, they appeared to almost ooze tar, as if dipped into the wells of pure evil that existed in his own domain. His eyes burned with Hellfire as he stepped towards the meeting table and leaned on it with both hands, the smell of smoldering wood evident as his fingers spread over the polished oak surface. "It would be wise not to make her so angry with you that she decides to forswear your existence altogether."

"Hate is still a form of worship," Bast growled with a sarcastic chuckle. "You, if anyone, should know."

Lucifer didn't bother to contain his rage. He was tired of playing this ridiculous game with this washed up group of over-the-hill losers. The woman was his, damnit. Well... at least one night a month. And if that was all she could give him... so be it. One day, maybe....

Lucifer shook his head, as if doing so could wipe away his annoyance with himself for not doing exactly as Asmodeus had suggested and just stolen away with her. Stolen not just her heart but her soul.

"Wow." Eros said, his jaw agape as he walked into the hall, his father on his heels. He had paused mid-stride to look both scared and impressed at the waves of emotion flowing off of Lucifer.

"What?" Kali demanded of him.

"Can you not see how he feels about her?" He asked, still in slight awe. "It's powerful." He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing a little. "What were you just thinking, Lu?"

"Oh, and *please* be honest," Bast purred, an amused smirk twisting her lips, exposing delicate canines.

"Why does it matter?" Lucifer asked, glaring daggers at Eros in some effort to get him to cease this line of questioning.

"Yo, E," Jesus said Eros, walking over and throwing a manly one armed hug over the God of Love. "Maybe we don't push him, ya know?"

"I was thinking I should have just taken the girl," Lucifer snarled softly. He met Hermes' gaze balefully, doing his best not to end the God of Thieves right there and then. He had stolen his woman. Lucifer would not soon forget

"And why didn't you?" Brigid asked, her moss-green eyes calculating his every action and change of expression.

Lucifer almost lashed out, and refused to answer. But he thought of her, that first day. Her beautiful red hair wild around her naked shoulders. Her sheer aura of sweetness and power. How it had confused and intrigued him, unaware of the other woman the lived within her mind. And that woman... that woman enticed him. He wondered if she could be the one who might know him and see him... and not fear him. He wanted to be better... for her.

"And so you have been," Brigid said, which shook him. He didn't recall saying the words aloud. Which meant she had breached his mental walls. This unsettled him greatly. Perhaps.... perhaps he was weakening. And that was, he knew, dangerous. Demonkin followed him because he was quite simply the strongest of them. When he had bound their progenitor, Lillith, to his side millennia ago, he had been certain that his rule was law upon pain of death. He didn't suffer rivals for long. But if other (and, if he were being as honest as Gwen seemed to think he was, less *powerful*) Celestials could break into his thoughts, he was certainly vulnerable to more direct challenges.

"May I offer a suggestion?" Eros said. "We all acknowledge that the woman belongs first and foremost to Herne, can we all stipulate to that fact?" All nodded. Odin was last to bow his head in grudging agreement. "And he alone has the ability to alter the pact made between his Priestess and any other Celestial. Now it seems to me that if this is nothing more than The Prince of Lies seducing one more innocent soul to his tender mercies, I would be the first to say to Herne to withdraw his favor. But if Lucifer Morningstar, the First Fallen, Yahweh's favored son, and King of Hell has truly grown a heart that can love a creature he once despised above all else, a human being... I do not think it wise anyone try to tear them asunder. I think whatever will befall those that would dare try will not be worth the consequences of their actions."

"And how do you, God of Love, discern which Lord of Hell is enamored with the woman; the seductive demon or the fallen angel?" Kali asked, her voice low and thoughtful. "How do you know whether his love is true?"

"Show her the truth," Bast said before Eros could respond.

"What do you mean, Bast?" Odin asked, leaning forward to better see the elegant, ebony haired woman as she reclined, as contented as any feline, across the large area rug in the center of Hel's throne room. Lights flickered from sconces in the walls, licking golden hues over the elegantly sculpted cheekbones and soft, sensuous lips that outshone even the beauty of Nefertiti. Her emerald eyes danced and she eyed Lucifer as she might a stray bird that had dared to enter her lair.

"If it's true, she won't shatter to see him at his worst." Bast said quite reasonably. Her eyes became artfully large and pleading like a kitten begging for attention or for a treat as she looked up at Odin's austere face. "Isn't that what the humans say true love is? Unconditional?"

"That could break her," Herne said, but his tone didn't seem to indicate if this made it a bad idea or not.

"What is the loss of but one mortal mind to continued peace amongst the Celestials?" Kali mused. "It sounds like a very apt challenge. Will she accept you as you truly are; what man, that intelligent ape you so maligned to your own downfall, turned you *into* over the last few thousand years?"

Herne frowned deeply and then he looked over to Eros, Hermes and Jesus as they stood behind Lucifer. She had brought both unity and division in equal share, his Priestess. He knew, oddly, these would go to war for her. Even Hermes, for his limited time with her. Could he allow this?

"I think..." Eros said to Herne very gently. "... that they don't know our girl as those who've touched her do. I don't think this will be how she ends."

"Yeah," Jesus said, kicking his feet up on the table, displaying his socks and Birkenstock's as he leaned back in a chair. "Have a little faith, my dude," he said and took a long drag off of his vape pen, the flickering fire light making the smoke illuminating around his head look like a shimmering halo. "She may not be walking on beaches with me, but she still says hey to me every now and again. I'm no expert on her, but... I've never seen Luci look like this."

Herne turned and his eyes burned in molten golden illumination. He walked over to Lucifer and said: "Show her the truth, Morningstar. All of it. And if she wishes to still honor your Accord, I will allow it. And none shall challenge my word or seek to harm my Priestess lest they wish to discover *just* how far I will go to protect this woman." This last he said directly to Hades.

"I think this is foolish. But certainly. Let us gamble with her sanity," Hades looked to Eros. "I trust you are prepared for the outcome if you think too highly of her."

Lucifer finally looked up. He looked... resigned. "There is no other way?" He said, his inky black wings drawn unusually close to his body as if a sudden chill had crept up his spine.

"I think this a worthy challenge," Kali said. Odin nodded. "And Hades, you said you would accept any decision we came to if we had a consensus. I think we do."

"Oh yes," Bast said with a Cheshire Cat smile of pure amusement and knowing.

"So be it," Hades said in a low voice. "For her sake, I hope you are correct about her, nephew," he added with a pause for look at Eros, his wings as pale and pure as Lucifer's were dark as tar. "For the sakes of every other Celestial in existence... I pray you are wrong." With that, he vanished in a flicker of blue flame and Jesus's lips twitched, his well sculpted mustache quirking with the small expression change.

"How Disney," he said with an amused laugh. He took another drag off the vape pen and then stood, putting both hands on Lucifer's shoulders and looking him in the eye. "It'll be fine. Go get the girl.

Vaya con Dios!"

Lucifer looked at Hermes. "We will settle the matter between us later. Take me to her."

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Lucifer thought he was prepared for anything. Prepared to find her injured, frightened, angry... he had been certain he had imagined every possible scenario.

He was wrong.

When he found her she was on her knees, her massive breasts hanging down as she knelt in a padded bench that spread her thighs wide, pushed her ass out invitingly, and bent her upper body in such a way that her swollen udder-like breasts could hang and be attached to two sucking lactation tubes that milked her rhythmically, spray first vacuuming from one nipple and into a container full of milky fluid then another long draw milked the opposite nipple.

Her body seemed slightly changed to him... her hips wider, fuller, begging to be grabbed. Her massive udders giving forth fluid with each drawing suction of the machine. Her fleshy hips blushing from the bruises beginning to rise from an inhuman hand gripping them like a vice. A hand that was now entangled in her red tresses, arching her body even more as his other hand continued to leave bruising marks on her left hip as Dionysus thrust aggressively into Gwen's petitely curved body, grunting and growling through the Minotaur's wide bovine mouth, his head bowed as her small hands reached out and gripped the edge of the kneeling table she was on, her whole body moving in time with this thrusts. Her eyes were heavy and glazed, her mouth slack and opened invitingly, her little pink tongue visible as she let the huge furred body of the beast slam into her exposed holes over and again. He plunged into her with such aggression that Lucifer wasnt certain if the massive bull-human hybrid meant to breed her or break her. But when she wailed and her eyes rolled back in her head as Dionysus snarled into her ear as he reached his own climax in her petite, hyperfeminized body. Lucifer instinctively reached out for her thoughts, and found... nothing. A pristine white void in her mind where her thoughts and personality usually resided.

"She's been fucking him for the last hour," an amused feminine voice said and Hathor entered the small stable room with a pail in one hand. She walked over to the pump, as if there wasn't a half man-bull pounding his massive cock into a large breasted redhead in front of her.

"Hattie, what the—" Hermes seemed almost stunned, and whatever else he might have said died on his tongue as he beheld the sight before him.

Something flickered in Gwen's eyes and Lucifer felt a moment of consciousness inside of her. She was aware, then. He walked around the table and looked into her blank, dilated eyes, her pupils as wide as any addict riding a wave of euphoria. Her lips were parted and her tongue was just slightly extended as she mindlessly arched, writhing and moaning over the animalistic cock buried in her tiny quim.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

He caressed her cheek as she continued to whimper and whine with each powerful thrust of the Minotaur's huge cock into her petite body. She raised those passion-dark eyes to his face and saw a flash of recognition and a hint of shame to have him see her this completely lost in her own passion as torrents of animalian seed erupted into her still, sending her into wave after decadent wave of orgasm washed over her.

"No," he told her, kissing her mouth as he caressed her face, stroked her hair. "No, no shame. Not with me. Seeing you like this...." he shook his head almost helplessly. "Gwendolyn, you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He kissed her again and whispered invitingly into her ear: "Moo for me, baby."

A bright red flush covered her breasts, throat and burned her cheeks in sheer embarrassment but the hand that gripped her hair tightened, and the Minotaur said in Dionysus's voice, though deeper and more rough than the usual God of Wine, Theater, pleasure and madness: "Do as you are told, girl."