Porn Star Family Pt. 19

"Damn right, I'm not," Charlotte said, cutting in. "Ira, I'm sure you can handle this without Samuel's help, can't you? Hasn't my husband done enough to keep the world safe?" she asked with worry.

"Sorry, Char, not this time; Tartarus is involved, so I might not have the option of sitting this one out," Samuel explained, seeing how she was not amused.

"We still have to deal with that problem of yours before we can even think about taking..."

"Well, Char... can I call you Char," Ira flirted, flashing her a smile that he knew got many women's panties moist.

"Do you want your dick to shrivel up into a dead husk?" Charlotte shot back; she knew she was being irrational, yet her hormones were all over the place.

Ira looked over to Samuel and expressed in a silent look of: 'Damn, dude! She just cut me to the quick!'

"Charlotte, there's no need to get angry at Ira; this thing isn't going to take place for another few months. That'll give me plenty of time to deal with... them," Samuel stated ominously.

"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, Ira, just my hormones are all over the place," Charlotte apologized.

"No, I get it," waving it off, "have a few myself, just they don't bite my head off... although that might actually happen one of these days. Do you think I can regrow a head if that happens?" Ira asked quizzically, looking over at Samuel.

"And I would know why?" Samuel shot back.

"I don't know; maybe one would think you would be wise with all these books at your fingertips," Ira joked, waving his hands around the room. His grin reached to his ears when he heard Kelly's laughter at the expense of her brother.

"We'll talk about this later as a family," her stern gaze told Samuel it wasn't up for debate, "Ira, it was good seeing you again; maybe try not to bring the end of the world with you next time," Charlotte said, waving to Ira as she went off to perform her high priestess duties for her family.

"Only if you come back here with Kelly and flash me those perfect breasts I know the two of you have," Ira called back, going for broke, wondering how his friend would take that. It seemed to him that Samuel wasn't paying him or his antics any attention. His eyebrows rose when the two of them appeared in the doorway. He honestly didn't think they would; his heart raced as the two of them looked at one another as if they were having a silent conversation between the two. He felt himself responding as their hands reached down to the hem of their shirts. His eyes widened at the sight before him as he gazed unhindered at their bare breasts. "Damn," he muttered low, getting a chuckle out of Samuel.

"Now you better uphold your promise to us," Kelly said, straightening out her shirt once she and Charlotte fixed their bras.

"Next time I visit, no end-of-the-world stuff," Ira nodded like a teenage boy who's seen his teenage wet dream exposing herself for him.

"Good, Sammy, dinner will be ready soon, so don't you go doing spells," Kelly spoke, waving goodbye to Ira as did Charlotte.

"I should get back; lots to do. Oh, thanks for watching out for my sister since I can't do it myself," Ira said, getting a nod out of Samuel.

"Think it worked out for both of us; Kelly likes her, and well... she needs a friend her age," Samuel said, rubbing the back of his head.

"If she gets too difficult, you let me know, and I'll straighten her out. I know how self-centered and narrowminded she can be when she wants something," Ira stated, pointing at the door where Kelly and Charlotte once stood.

"Yeah, I got that too, but she is a demon or part; it comes with the territory," Samuel replied with a wave of his hand at Ira.

"Come on, man, I'm not that bad," Ira bemoaned.

"Oh, the things Anael tells me," Samuel sighed cryptically.

"Now you're just pulling my chain," Ira uttered with a smirk as he shook his head. "I know since I can't help her due to the cosmic rules and all, you'll be a better teacher than I will in this matter since you helped me and all."

"You better uphold your end, or I got the tiniest box you're going to enjoy for a month," Samuel said, grinning evilly.

"You wound me, man, so cold, you uncaring vampire," Ira sniffled mockingly at his friend's jest.

"I'm already dead, remember?" Samuel uttered the last word as he waved his friend goodbye. Hoping whatever came up in the next three months wouldn't be too dangerous for him and his family. How little did Samuel know what was to come would make the world realize the old magic was still alive and kicking.

******

Ira reappeared high in the skies of Portland. His nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent of home. His body moved on its own as his head jerked back in time as a seizing bolt of godly energy came streaking centimeters away from his face. His sword appeared in his right hand on instinct as he used the flat of his blade to block Jealousy's attack while an orb appeared in his left hand using his own might to hold Power's thrusting hand back from her fingers, or what he took as fingers, so they wouldn't plunge into the depths of his gray matter.

"Well, Daughters of Atlas," he noted how that caused them to falter for a bit, hearing them exhale as his six wings pushed them back from his body, "my dance card is already full; sorry to disappoint, but I have no room to fit you in," Ira baited them, smirking when he dodged the lunge from Jealousy. "My dear, if you're not careful, I'm going to spank your ass if you have one beneath that thing," he taunted, even though he knew that was a dangerous thing to do given how he was evenly matched by the each one of them. One-on-one, he might have the upper hand, yet fighting two Titans wasn't a fight he wanted to be in; nevertheless, he was, and he meant to win. His wings extended, with a powerful thrust of them sent him soaring into the clouds so those in the air wouldn't get caught up in their battle. He might be a demon, but he wasn't that kind of an asshole.

Five Finger Death Punch's 'Wrong Side of Heaven' played in his head as he launched his attack at them once they neared the space he had decided to use for their battlefield. Unbeknownst to Ira, down on the ground, very few people stared up at the sky when they sensed his massive power and the light show that was happening high above them. Vikki reached over and took Bridgett's hand into hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze as they stood out in the quad of their school, looking up at the sky. Sue and Rita shouted out their encouragement as they stood on the roof of the building their classes were in, promising Ira anything he wanted as long as he came back alive. Anael and Azza squeezed into each other, knowing their father wouldn't want them to head off to join him when he gave them the task of watching out for his sister. They both knew if they could, Hell would have used the opportunity to take Bridgett as their prisoner, and who knows what horrors they would inflict on her if they did. They both knew their father would raze Hell just to get to the ones responsible, even if it meant going to war with Hell. They knew Ira wouldn't win, yet that didn't mean Hell would either. Alyda just stood in her office window praying that Ira returned to her ever-welcoming bosom as the battle raged on.

Ira floated a few feet away as he recuperated from the last tussle they had. He knew this could go on for eternity given how they were gods, while he, he knew eventually, his own would be overtaken. He wasn't about to allow that to happen. His red burgundy eyes glanced to and fro when the surrounding area suddenly went dark. A darkness he knew very well. He'd felt it enough on his skin when he was in Mor's domain to know it intimately. He sensed a familiarity within those growls as they echoed around him and the Sisters as their padded feet raced around him. The hairs on his body stood on end as the image of sparks jumping off the blade - of what he didn't know - that was grinding on a stone wall. Ira got the sense that it was coming towards him, and it was a massive one. Looking down when, he saw Aamon sniffing his right leg before those red eyes of hers peered up at him in her demon form before she darted back into the shadows. A flash caught his attention. So faint that even with his angelic sight, he was having a hard time catching it, which were followed by immortal wails when Aamon's and Angra Mainyu's poisoned imbued claws tore through their flesh and armor. A rush raced through him as the essence of Hell filled that space. He's only felt this level of force was when he once was a Dominion class of angel, then he felt her taint, the ugliness that soiled her body to forever bind her to Hell, the Seventh Circle. If Ira didn't know any better, he could have sworn he felt the blade of her scythe as she stood in the open gateway that led to her domain. His demon took joy out of the wails of the damned, and his angel wanted to free those souls from their fate.

Ira swallowed hard when he noticed that coy, knowing smirk on her lips. His body went on alert when he could have sworn he felt her pressing her body against his, to the feel of her breath on his ear as she whispered sweet nothings into it. He wondered how she did it since she hadn't moved from her spot in the gateway. Wondering why she wasn't showing off her body like the rest of the fallen had done when they first appeared before him. Although he couldn't say why, however, he sensed shame at what he couldn't say. Nonetheless, he knew why they had come at that moment; it was time he needed to muster all his strength to imprison the two Sisters. Since the darkness wasn't something the Sisters couldn't peer through, given how he noted how the two of them looked as lost and as confused as he was when he first set eyes on it. Using their disorientation, he began to strike out using guerilla tactics to weaken the Sisters even more than what Aamon's and Angra Mainyu's poison had already done to their immortal bodies. Darkness flowed over his wings as he flew skyward. His wings unfurled as arcs of electricity raced across every feather. His angelic light pulsated as he pointed his sword to the Heavens. His angelic essence floated off his wings in small dark orbs as he tapped into his full power. He had been holding back since he didn't want to damage the Earth using a Seraphim's power. He just hoped he was quick enough to end this with one swing of his sword. Ira hoped that with this sudden surge, the Sisters would give up relatively easily, or that was his hope. As his power reached its zenith, he felt his sword morphing in his hand. Noting Aamon's and Angra Mainyu's form darting away and how Mephistopheles circled her wings around her, knowing what he was about to do.

As his energy reached its peak, his demonic essence darkened his holy light as he fused the three powers that dwelled within him. Ira felt sort of like Zeus as he threw his spear at the spot between the two Sisters. He just hoped this would be enough to weaken them enough to subdue them to imprison them within the ring. The explosion danced along his eyes as he watched how it encompassed the Sisters. His daughters and Mephistopheles waited in the wings to see what would come of them. However, Ira wasn't going to wait; he needed to act before they could gather what strength they had left. Feeling the sting of his power as it prickled his skin as he took the Sisters by their faces.

"Yield to me! Submit to me!" Ira's voice thundered within that still-growing bubble of the explosion. "Submit or die," he said coldly with deathly undertones as he peered through his fingers at their shadowy faces. "You know you don't have the power to kill me. Yet I have enough to see you destroyed and cast your essence to all the corners of the cosmos. I wonder how many eons will it take for you to reform your bodies, oh Daughters of Atlas? A wise choice," Ira mused as they were pulled into the ring of Solomon. "Run, Aamon and Angra Mainyu!" he shouted as he was unable to handle the sudden surge of the power of two Titans all at once. Tossing his head back, his wings extended to their max as his angelic light surged forth from his eyes and mouth. Beams of light shot out from every feather on his wings. Feeling his body being torn into pieces as, he fought to rein in his power as it began to encapsulate him.

"Worry not, Suriel Zol, I am here," Mephistopheles cooed, using her own powers to force Ira's own backwards as her hands touched the bubble of energy that surrounded him. "Tell me, Suriel Zol, are you this weak being to allow these Pagan gods to do you in? Are you so weak this is as far as you can go? After all of this, you would be undone by your own power?" she spoke; it was taking everything she had to hold him back, yet she could feel she was losing as Ira's power began to push her back.

"No..." Mephistopheles took a dry swallow as two red glowing eyes peered at her from the depths of that power-infused bubble. "I am not," Ira growled, pressing down on his runaway power as he began to claw it back in. Mephistopheles quickly raced away as the palms of her hands were beginning to smoke from touching something far beyond what even she, the Lord of the Seventh Circle, could muster. Blowing on them as her golden eyes watched as the whirlwind of cosmic energy stretched to three stories tall as Ira wrestled with his own power.

Anael and Azza couldn't take it watching from the sidelines anymore as they took to the skies to aid their father. Interlocking their fingers together as Azza gave Anael the boost of speed she needed to reach their father in time.

"Father!" They cried out as one. "You can't give in; we need you!" they spoke. Their voices trembled as it felt to them their father's power was running haywire and soon to doom him and the rest of them. Anael looked over at Azza as she darted towards Ira, holding out her hand using her own Seraphim powers to contain her father's power enough so that Ira could get a handle on it. Azza flashed Anael a smile when she soon joined her.

"We will lend aid," Aamon and Angra Mainyu said, offering their own might to the cause as the four daughters of Suriel Zol fought to save their father.

Azza's eyes darted to her right and left, noticing how Anael and Angra Mainyu were reaching their limits. She was sure Aamon was as well. Still, she would not leave him even if she was the last one standing. She would follow her father into death if it came to that. She knew the sorrow the loneliness her mother felt being away from her own father, just like she felt whenever she was apart from her own.

"Father..." Were Anael's soft words as she reached her limit and her body gave out.

"No!" Azza screamed out as she watched her sister's body just helplessly falling away. "Father, if you can hear me, save Anael! Hmpf!" she grunted as a shockwave propelled her backwards.

Ira felt his skin flaking off as his out-of-control power threatened to consume him. He was vaguely aware of those outside of the little bubble that had sprung up around him and how it had turned into a whirlwind vortex, then how he felt some outside force trying with all its might to restrain it. He had no idea how gods dealt with this kind of power. He assumed that since they were born with it, they didn't have the struggle he was currently having as his human side was slowly overtaken by it. However, Azza's cry did shock his mind into focus. In his mind, he saw Anael just falling away towards the ground, sensing that she had taxed her powers to the limit, feeling her immortal life ebbing away, something he didn't think possible given what they were. He was not about to let his daughter die just because he was having trouble containing the power that was now cruising through him. In his mind, he felt his demon dancing in glee, drunk on the power; his angel half hummed as it began to harmonize with his newly acquired power. Smacking his other halves for getting so intoxicated with the power he now possessed that the maelstrom that had overwhelmed him was now nothing but a summer breeze as his resolve to save Anael centered his being.

"Father..." Azza's voice was but a whisper as she watched the halo of light pulsating around his body. Her body heated when she could have sworn she felt his touch on her left cheek, yet she knew he hadn't moved; in the blink of an eye, her father was gone. So taken aback, she failed to sense Ira down below her as he raced to catch Anael in his arms.

"Father is strong, sister," Aamon said, peering over at her twin.

"Indeed, sister, it is why we are mighty," Angra Mainyu nodded.

"We'll leave Father's care in your hands... sister," Aamon said, trying not to sneer the word. She knew her father would not like that, and truth be told, she didn't want to have him rip her essence to shreds like he had almost done on the day of her birth. That was when she felt his true power, a power that all demons wished to have and lusted after. She herself was amongst them; nevertheless, she knew well enough she or her twin wouldn't stand a chance against their maker. "Come Angra Mainyu, Mother will want to know about what has transpired," she said when Azza just gave her a nod. They both knew if their father wasn't there, they would be at each other's throats, a fight she knew they wouldn't win, and she hated Azza for that since she was supposed to be Ira's strongest child.

"Ardat Lili is so going to be jealous," Angra Mainyu grinned wickedly.

"Yes, we must rub their noses in it," Aamon spoke, taking hold of her sister's hand as the two of them faded from reality.

Ira's wings pushed him at speeds he wasn't used to as the ground below him grew larger in his eyes. His mind willed Anael to open her eyes, to use her wings, to say that she was alright. However, that wasn't what was happening as he watched her unconscious body fall, and still, he was out of reach. His red burgundy eyes glowed in a shimmering radiance as he poured all his power into his muscles. Praying he didn't blow himself to pieces as he blinked out of existence only to reappear, hovering beneath Anael, using his powers to slow her fall, looking down at her weakened body as it lay in his arms. His wings extended, morphing into his Nagdaium' ReGenesis form; his smoky halo flared as his angelic essence shone down onto Anael's form, fortifying her with his own might, hoping he was quick enough to save her. A smile formed on his lips as he felt Anael stirring.

"Father?!" Anael whispered weakly as her eyes fluttered open, feeling his light penetrating her body. She couldn't help herself as her arms wrapped around his neck, burying her face into his neck; her tears of joy reamed her eyes as she poured her love for him into Ira. "Please, Father, don't ever leave us," she uttered low, feeling so content being cradled in his arms.

"I wasn't planning to, Anael," Ira said softly as his thumb brushed along Anael's back, knowing she would need to go to his realm to recuperate for a while. His eyes glanced up as he noted Azza flying down them, turning his head to the right as she swung around him and pressed her body into his back, becoming very intimate with the shape of her breasts.

"I'm so happy you're back with us, Father," Azza said sweetly as she rested her forehead against the back of his head. Her arms instinctively wrapped around him, hugging him tightly; again, she felt that strange heat flooding her body being that close to her father; she just couldn't fathom why that was. What that feeling meant to her, or why it was happening in the first place. She felt her face grow flush when she saw her sister's eyes smirking at her like Anael knew something she didn't; it was maddening to her!

"Azza?"

"Yes, Father?" Azza muttered, feeling her heart racing when Ira spoke her name with such softness, such love that it only made her press her breasts tighter into his back.