Porn Star Family Pt. 16

"I take your hands in mine." Samuel's voice was laced with the power of his magic as he began the incantation. "With this string I will entwine." His glowing cobalt eyes watched as Onoskelis howled as the new bindings seared into her flesh. "Your powers I'll forever bind." Her wail caused trees to burst into flames, the waters to boil and evaporate, the very land beneath him to tremble as the newly formed godly chain links burnt into her immortal skin. Wincing as Onoskelis fought against him, feeling her hunger absorbing his own magic. Samuel knew he had to finish this quickly before Onoskelis consumed every ounce of magic he had. "From now until the end of time!" Samuel's voice thundered, the sounds of the chains -- forged by Hephaestus -- wrapped around Onoskelis' body wrapping her back in her eternal tomb. Dropping to his knees, his power drained as Onoskelis and her minions were sucked back into her prison. Peering down at his hands as the rings on his fingers crumbled to dust as he returned the gifts they had given him back to their owners. Looking up as Mor placed her hand on Samuel's left shoulder.

"Come, Mor will get you out of here before Heaven turns its eyes to you," Mor said, smiling down at Samuel revealing her needle-like teeth. Before Samuel could object an eerie darkness blanketed them and whisked them away from that battle strewn swamp. "Mor will keep an eye on you. For an undead thing, you are something," Mor stated, smirking as they appeared in front of Marie's home outside of its gated fence.

"Thanks," Samuel said, drawing out the word. He so hoped he was done with dealing with demons and angels.

"I will inform my Prince of your goodbye." Mor's words were a whisper on the wind as she faded back into the shadows.

"Very wise my Herald, returning Gaia's and Nyx's powers. Otherwise they would have killed you." His eyes glanced over as Arcita leapt onto the brick wall.

"Well... isn't that just lovely," Samuel muttered pushing open the gate of the fence. His fingernails lightly scratching beneath Arcita's chin.

"Now for the payment for the knowledge you sought." As the gate swung closed Samuel Goodall's presence in the world vanished.

******

Ira groaned in his mind; his body ached like mad. Containing all that power almost felt like his limbs were about to pop off in a very bloody fashion. He had no idea where Samuel was, when he showed up at Marie's home after the battle no one could say where he was. Yet he had a sense that he wasn't in danger (if the looks he saw on his family's faces were any indication), just he couldn't tell where he was or when Samuel would return. Although, Ira did enjoy, really enjoyed, the blowjob he received from Charlotte even if he didn't bring Samuel home himself. Ira wondered if he would ever see Samuel and the rest again, he just hoped it wouldn't involve saving the universe. His brown eyes glanced down as his grandmother snuggled closer to him. Pushing those 32FF breasts into his chest as she wrapped her body around his. Once he got home from New Orleans Lucifer never let him out of her reach. Ira knew seeing her father again brought up old wounds. He never liked seeing her in pain, she was after all his grandmother. Wondering what he could do about that as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

However, the moment he opened his eyes again Ira was not in his bed being snuggled by his grandmother. No. Sitting up, his eyes slowly turned gold-ruby, gone was the power he wielded during the battle having returned the souls Samuel had allowed him to borrow back to their eternal punishment. His angelic sight gazed out at the desert from the mountain top he had been brought to. His head snapped right as he heard the rush of air as the brush to the right of him burst into flame.

"Great-grandpa?" Ira called out arching an eyebrow praying that really wasn't 'The' burning bush and he wasn't on Mount Horeb. "God?" Wondering why he would bring him here of all places.

"Hello Ira," his voice flowed from the flickering flames before his body shimmered into existence, "do forgive the confusion, but I thought we might have a chat, you and I, in private, without my daughters spying upon us," God said, his radiant smile beamed down at Ira.

"Okay... what about?" Ira asked, dusting himself off once he picked himself up. Trying not to allow how weird this all was to get to him.

"You surprised me yesterday," God muttered staring out into the distance. "Don't take that as a bad sign, far from it. I'm quite pleased that you haven't gone the way of your forefathers, and that my faith in you hasn't been misplaced."

"Do what now?!"

"Surprised that I would need to have faith?" God asked, with an amused smirk as his golden eyes glanced at Ira.

"A little, yeah," Ira admitted.

"I hope we can talk more often you and I. Given that I have plan that will keep you and your grandmother alive."

"So me breeding with your angels isn't all there was to it?" Ira asked, looking at his great-grandfather skeptically.

"No. Let's call it phase one, so you can understand," God mused as he stroked his beard. "It was to see if it was possible, for you to impregnate them, given what you are."

"Okay, well I've proved that," Ira mumbled.

"That you did," God chuckled, "here, you should watch this." Arching an eyebrow as he noted how Metatron and Gabriella had been found in the garden by her six Seraphim sisters. To the other angels banging on the door to the chamber that Michelle and Raphaela occupied. "Do you wish to know what they are saying?" he asked, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

"I think I already know," Ira stated with a tad bit of fear.

"See, I knew you were a smart kid," God said laughing as he slapped Ira's back. "You would be right; I have told them about the little bargain we struck. This is another reason I wished to speak to you privately. After that display last night, no one can doubt the power you wield," he said, his golden eyes shimmered with his pride. "You wouldn't believe the clamor of Heaven after we returned and then after I spoke to my daughters."

"I can take a wild guess."

"I suppose you can," God nodded.

"So... this other reason?"

"Ah... yes, your children, you do know they can never enter Heaven, correct?" God asked, glancing over to Ira.

"Kind of hard not to notice," Ira said, pointing at his horns.

"Hmm... seems fitting a new form of angel would encompass all three aspects of divinity," God hummed. "And those that have fallen already have a place to reside," referencing Anael, "she's rather cute you know, Anael. Maybe we should have a family reunion sometime."

"Sure, freak out the normal people by walking on water," Ira joked.

"I've always been partial to the turning water to wine one," God jested.

"Now see, I know some older women that would just love you," Ira said, matching God's friendly smile. "So anyway, where actually will they be staying?"

"How do you feel about Atlantis?" God asked, with a knowing smirk.

"But didn't you..." Ira stumbled over his tongue unable to get the rest of his sentence out.

"I did for a reason, now I have another reason to raise it from the depths. Granted it won't be in the mortal realm... that would just be... well, I don't think mortals are ready for the raising of Atlantis," God spoke as his fingers stroked his long flowing beard. "However, if you agree to this next part then you and your children my reside upon it. Think of it as a fourth Heaven, in so many words."

"One condition," Ira said, standing his ground. He would do it if only God agreed to his plan. He was tired of seeing his grandmother in pain. Tired of trying to ease the pain when he knew he never could.

"Which is?" God mused.

"Four days, four days out of the year you visit your fallen children," Ira said, sternly. "I'm not asking you to forgive them, but don't you see the pain they are in?" he asked, staring into God's eyes. "I mean this is all for some purpose, most likely to keep both sides from bringing on the end and I'm the neutral party to keep both forces from doing something stupid," Ira explained seeing the smile on his great-grandfather's face. "That is why you're having me breed with your angels is it not? To create something like me? Otherwise, why would you allow me to continue to live when we both know you could blast me to juicy bits, not that I'm asking you to," he quickly said, when God had an intriguing look in his eye at the thought. "And if it's Atlantis then wouldn't that be also neutral ground?"

"Four days? Hmm... would have thought you would ask for more," God mused deep in thought.

"They did rebel, doesn't mean their punishment has been lifted just a little reprieve from it."

"It is good to know that my Light Bringer has someone who cares so much about her," God said, in a fatherly voice. "You, Ira, are someone I can put my faith in. We have an accord," he said, holding out his hand.

The moment Ira slid his hand into God's they were instantly teleported to his home in Portland. Stepping lightly on the floor boards as his grandmother had curled herself up into a ball, her soft sniffles filled his room as she laid naked beneath the sheet.

"Ira... I thought..." Ira placed his finger upon her lips stilling her words. His thumb softly brushed away the tear that marred her right cheek.

"I'd never leave you Luci," Ira stated seeing her golden eyes quiver. "Someone just wanted to speak with me. I think the two of you should speak with one another," he said, with a loving smile. Seeing the confusion in her eyes at his words.

"Who...?" Lucifer gasped in shock as she finally saw her father standing in Ira's room once she rolled over. "F-F-Father...?!"

"Hello daughter, you have a very loving grandson," God spoke, his heavenly radiance filled the room.

"I'll let the two of you have some time... alone," Ira said, squeezing his grandmother's hand as he rose.

"Ira?!" Lucifer called out as he neared his door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Luci," Ira said, as he shut the door.

"I had seen this come to pass long ago," Zophiel spoke from behind Ira as the striker of the door fell into place. "Now it's my turn," she whispered into his ear as her six wings wrapped around Ira's body, whisking him away to parts unknown...

To Be Continued...