PoV - Eve, Mama Bear
The roots from the tree behind me tore out the heart of the green-skinned demon, the last words some gurgling rape threat that I have already heard hundreds of times before from his orcish ilk. I flicked my wrist, a damaged branch falling into my hand, and with a flex of willpower and magic, I pumped my magic into the thin wood. As cracks appeared around it, I tossed it to Abel, who deftly snatched it out of the air. With quiet breath and a focus of will, the branch was hurled kilometers deep into the demon lines, where volatile magic and shattered lifeforce detonated with a village-clearing blast.
I looked over and huffed as Lilith had managed to do the same with just a single orc's limb. Maybe I should investigate more into blood magic. It certainly looks much easier to manipulate than a plant. I turned my attention back to the utterly massive demon rift that had torn open a rift to our world. Far too large for a natural incursion.
It was fairly telling that even relatively powerful attacks like that were washed over in no time at all. More of the foul rapists poured through every moment, but for once, my family was not alone. Everyone here but Rachumel could toss an attack that annihilated everything for kilometers around, but the demons would just keep pouring out. We needed to pace ourselves.
Lord Helel held the main battleline, a whirlwind of light spears and death. Five high-class demons, all of the leotaur variety, had moved to surround him. They were dead in a moment, all swiftly impaled in the heart. Every swing of his weapon cut down a demon, often more, and the angel fought with a hatred on his face that bordered on unnatural.
Lady Gabriel held the skies above us, assisted by Rachumel. Despite his weakness, he was fast enough to dodge the attacks aimed at him, and wisely, he concentrated his efforts on disabling enemies for his sister to kill, as the time it took for the littlest angel to kill one was the same it took the rest of us to wipe out an entire group of them. His attacks were blinds, or ropes, or spears thrown at apparent weak spots.
Then Lady Gabriel swung her mace at the disabled targets, and they vanished. The bastards utterly disintegrated with mere contact of her strength, the now armored angel visibly frowning with every demon slain. Occasionally, she lobbed a blast of light that cleared the sky of the weaklings, but for the most part, she contented herself with her mace.
Lilith stood in the backlines with myself and Abel, her magic… darker than I expected. She relied on the fools to close in on her to devour their demonic magic, launching back at the bastards as opposed to tiring herself out with her own reserves.
A strategy I had to copy as the first half-hour passed and the horde showed little sign of slowing. I enforced that Abel was not to copy me unless I said otherwise.
I am uncertain that manipulating demonic energy will be fine in the long run… I shook my head, knowing the time for worry was later.
A shockwave erupted on the right flank, imps bursting into bloody chunks as Adam pulled back his fist, the white energy of his spiral energy sinking back into his body. Five fireballs from the demons crashed into my husband, but he shrugged them off as if they meant nothing to him…
Then he pulled back his leg and stomped the ground, and the entire right side of the battlefield erupted into hellfire.
I bit my lower lip, because that used to be ten fireballs being thrown at Adam. The demons are learning. With a flick of my wrist, I summoned walls of rocks in front of my husband, and he immediately began punching them fast enough to shatter the sound barrier. My eye caught him reinforcing the earth "bullets", as Rachumel joked the first time he saw it, just as he touched them, ensuring they would arrive intact into the skull of his intended topic.
My gaze shifted to the left side of the battlefield, and I could not help the fierce flame of pride in my chest as Cain held the line. His energy ran through the jawbone of our late first donkey, the bone shattering bodies as he crushed the demons racing for Lilith. As he left the weapon embedded in one horned-female demon, he snapped off her own horn and used it to murder the demon's sister, before proceeding to use both of their bodies as his newest weapons.
"…He did not get that from me, did he?" I questioned myself as I caught a sneaky imp in my off-hand, cut its dick off with an oversized thorn, then kicked it back into the main horde with a special magic gift attached. "Surely not. He learned it from Adam," I spoke aloud, nodding to myself.
I ignored the side-eye from Abel as he snapped the neck of another orc with his hands, and my magic detonated with another village-clearing blast.
Pride in my son aside, the situation was becoming untenable. Rachumel was tiring above, and had already paid for it with one of those nightmare "anglerfucker" beasts, as my foul-mouthed friend called the demonic animals, scratching his arm.
Gabriel had not taken it well, and used her trumpet. I did not need to know what it looked like to see a thousand souls vibrate apart.
With a reach towards the cloudy sky above, I called down a lightning bolt of magnificent power, the magic slamming into some grotesque, black-shelled demon scorpion, one that had had its stingers and claws in swapped positions, that raced to engage Cain. It shattered under the blast, but there were already three more emerging from the kilometer-wide portal.
"This is not working," Lilith said, a snarl on her face as over twenty tendrils of blood waved around her and annihilated any demon that got past Adam, Cain, or Helel. "They have more numbers than we have stamina or magic."
"Do you have an idea? Those Elephant-esque demons in the back are making the portal bigger." I caught sight of them early, new demons I had never seen before.
"They are not the ritualists. They are decoys," Lilith explained, and I paused as the earth erupted in the distance from her magic, ignited sand falling upon the demons and setting them aflame. "They are demons of strong magical prowess, but overall, are no match for any but Abel and Rachumel."
"Which means the real one-"
"Is likely under an illusion in the middle of their forces," Lilith finished my thought. "I assume you have noticed the barrier, too?"
"We should have been reinforced by now, by Lady Gabriel's own admission." I watched as Rachumel dive-bombed over Helel, dropping multiple flashing lights that distracted the demons attempting to surround his brother, before beating a hasty retreat. "They blocked the sight of Heaven?"
"I really fucking doubt that," Rachumel answered for Lilith, hovering behind us as he caught his breath. "Mom wouldn't be phased by demonic magic, so-" He bit his lip as he shook his head. "Maybe there's some sort of filter up. Gabriel sent a message the moment the portal happened, but if it was intercepted-"
"Then Heaven is unaware because they have not been warned something is occurring," I finished, staring hard at the horde of demons being wiped out.
"Lo- Rachumel, could you flee the area and get assistance that way?" Abel asked.
"No." Lilith shook her head. "Gabriel is taxed to handle the skies as is. Rachumel would be hunted down by the faster fliers before he could make the distance."
"Which leaves us with what?" I asked, my hands reaching out to form earthen walls that turned to glass when balls of hellfire impacted them. A flick of my hand transmuted the glass into knives that I hurled directly into the front ranks.
"…Bait." Rachumel answered, and Lilith snapped her head up at him. "Demons are usually dumb as shit, but if there's an actual leader here, then all it takes is for one of us to get into a really bad spot, and they might reveal themselves for the kill. Kokobiel once told me an angel is prize for demons-"
""Absolutely not,"" I said, at the same time as Lilith.
"I'm waiting for a better idea!" Rachumel replied, huffing as he conjured a light spear and threw it towards Adam, who proceeded to absorb the holy light and decimate the demonic scorpions that had encroached on him with a punch that shattered the earth. "Because I don't fancy waving my perfect bubble butt in front of a bunch of hentai rape demons! I read that doujin, and it did not end well!"
Lilith bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, and I felt my mind wrack memories and ideas for a solution that did not involve sending my oldest friend into mortal danger.
But I could not. We cannot run without dooming the village. We cannot send for help. We are running out of stamina and magic. Bait… might be what we have left. "Rachumel… you are not allowed to die."
"Didn't plan on it. Time to see if I can improvise." He offered a smile that felt more like a grimace as his hand flickered with magic, turning invisible for just a moment before reappearing. "If I have my way, I'll absolutely style on these fucking bastards. Believe it! …Fuck, that was cringe."
"I thought it was cool," Abel whispered, and I bit back a small laugh.
PoV - Cain, The Less Angry Doom Slayer
As some winged cunt landed in front of me to shake her four breasts in a bizarre display of battlefield seduction, I hit her in the head with my fist-sized rock.
I am not sure when I grabbed it, but I really liked this rock. It was much sturdier than the others when I reinforced it with magical energy and spiral energy.
I stepped back to punt her headless corpse into the demons, observing that there were a bit too many corpses in my general to continue fighting effectively. So I reached out with spare spiral energy, enhanced the still-dying cells, and kicked the now living bile bombs towards the portal.
I barely even felt the savage grin on my face as I took in the battlefield.
Lord Helel had moved to join Lady Gabriel in the skies, preventing the bastards from just flying over us.
Mother and Lilith moved to the center, swapping places with frantic spell-casting to make impossible targets. Abel was supporting them, using his own magic to amplify their attacks.
Father… just punched the air hard enough for a shockwave to pop a leotaur like a balloon.
So he was fine.
…Where is R- I had to cease my thoughts when a lump of metal one could charitably call a sword attempted to slam on my position, and I dodged backward with a simple hop that could have cleared a room. I looked up, and met the crimson gaze of a lizard-faced demon.
One arm was a human's, wielding the hunk of raw iron beaten into shape, probably literally. The other side of this disgusting bastard's torso had two other limbs - upper one the large pincer of a crab, the other lower limb what could only be described as "tentacle cactus", green and full of needles. Fortunately, it was still bipedal, with the lower legs of some shaggy goat, instead of being some quadruped brute.
Unfortunately, like all demons, clothes were… not a thing. I could feel my face unconsciously distort into a sneer as it roared. Between the pincers, black, brackish water formed, coalescing into a barely contained ball before lancing towards me.
Without hesitation, I used my inheritance from Father to absorb the demonic magic, turning the ball of water magic into a shovel of ice.
I turned with my whole body, putting oomph behind my swing, only for the demonic fuck to actually parry me. The cactus arm lashed out, but I clapped it away with the rock in my other hand, and ducked the follow-up crab claw. My foot flashed upward, burying itself into the demon's sternum and kicking him back into his charging fellows.
Without hesitation, I fractured the frozen simulacrum of my tool mid-swing with my magic, letting the shards of ice pepper both the stronger demon and the hog fodder behind it.
When the ice did nothing to the monster bastard other than irritate it, I felt a flicker of concern flash in my gut. Strong. I looked into its eyes again, and blinked at seeing something other than blind hate or lust. Cunning. Can actually think- Then the demon launched itself at me, soaring through the air to attempt to land on me. "Never mind, you are simply not a complete imbecile." Mid-air, with just forward momentum?
Nothing but a free target. My foot connected with my rock, the sound barrier cracking as rock shattered the claw the demon was using to defend itself. The rock bounced right back into my other hand, my mental calculations simple enough to predict the rebound, and then I side-stepped the landing of the beast. It stumbled, and-
I ducked instantly, instinct screaming at me as the damn bastard's tail, a sinewy thing with a razor sharp spade, nearly took my head off.
I rushed to still capitalize on the closing counter-angle, my fingers nearly crushing the spiral-enhanced stone in my hand-
Before Abel was suddenly on the other side of the lizard demon, his foot snapping up to shatter the arm holding its blade. His arm, covered in a layer of stone and dust, tanked the lashing of the needle arm, and a hand gloved in copper metal caught the limb before it could retract.
So I shifted, and my rock smashed into the side of the lizard's head. Once. Twice.
The third swing, the bastard yanked, pulling Abel into the line of my swing-
A gold shield popped around his head, blocking my third swing before it could hit him, and instead Abel launched himself upwards, pressing the demon down to its knees as my fourth strike shattered its shoulder in my cold, near-horrified rage. With a contemptuous snort, I caught the tail's desperation attack. It stumbled to its feet, but it was already too late.
Abel pulled his feet behind him, holding them to his back, a flash of magic igniting from the top of his head to rocket him earthwards, sending my brother down knees first with the help of gravity. I leapt up, my own knee lancing upwards with an explosion of white energy.
The last thing the demonic cunt saw was my savage grin before my kneecap impacted his chin, and Abel's knees caught his scalp, and we crushed his skull between our spiral-infused legs. The shockwave obliterated both the pile of corpses I had made and the demons encroaching on us now. Abel rolled off and to the side, sitting on his ass as he grinned up at me. "Idiot," I spat, my heart racing from the near-fratricide. "I was fine."
"It was fun, though!" Abel chirped, flipping to his feet. A sweep of his hand saw the dust on his arm transmute to iron sand before he flung it towards the demons. "Dibs on the weapon!"
"You little-" I inhaled sharply and manhandled the flash of annoyance as Abel casually shouldered the slab of metal. "Fine." I turned back to battlefield, and grit my teeth when nothing had change-
Wait. Rachumel was deep in the demon lines, faster than I had ever seen him move before. He spun around even the high-class demons, both the leotaurs and the abominations I had just killed that were apparently issuing orderings to the weaker fiends. One lizard bastard swung a crab claw coated in brackish magic at the perfect angle to sever the angel's wings-
And Rachumel merely un-summoned them and coasted on the air before re-summoning the feathered limbs as the blade missed. Pirouettes and rolls carried him through an entire army's frenetic assault, until he reached the elephantine casters in the back.
The demon mammoths were prepared, bolts of green lightning and red hellfire filling the air in explosive bursts and waves, but somehow, Rachumel managed to dodge all of them. With a yell, daggers of holy light empowered with spiral energy appeared in his hands, and distantly, I heard his shout of "Eat my entire ass, motherfuckers!"
…I am not sure what I expected, I mused, the dull emotion of unsurprised exasperation flooding me for a moment before it was wiped out by the chill of realizing the demons survived the bombardment. Suddenly, the entire battlefield noticed that there was one angel now stuck in the middle of the hellborne horde.
The demons doubled their efforts, the lower masses almost maniac in their frothing rage to keep us occupied. Mother and Lilith pulled back, their magic attacks turned aside by the sheer wave of bodies hurling themselves at the women to dull their attacks. Father was engaged from multiple angles, the demons swinging in a frenzy to halt his attempts to call upon his energy to turn the tide. Above, Gabriel and Helel fought with a wrath comparable to the demons, both holy and diminished light igniting the skies as they pushed towards their brother. Abel and I were pressed back to back, conserving energy as we fended off raging orcs and rabid imps with calculated retribution.
But my little hill of violence gave me the view that only the angels had, and that was Rachumel failing to flee. He dropped bombs of light that blinded his foes, but there were enough attacks filling the skies that he couldn't dodge anywhere. To go lower would see him grappled and pinned, to go higher would deny him any sort of room to dodge from the circling aerial succubi and angler-demons.
With every second that passed, I watched the littlest angel die a death by a thousand cuts.
Until finally, with blood soaking his wings, Rachumel collapsed to the ground - only for the demons to back away, forming a multi-meter wide ring of bodies.
The fighting died, everyone pausing as the air rippled, revealing…
"MOLOCH!" Helel screamed from above, the angel almost ugly in his sheer hatred.
I stared at the bull-headed demon, the fur of his head crafted from smoldering cinders that ignited and dimmed with every breath. The rest of his body was no different from a human's, save for the red and blue wings under his arms, seemingly made out of coagulated blood and falling tears . He stood only two meters tall, unimpressive in height, but radiating a malice that made me instinctively take a step back. "Helel. How amusing to see you alive." The tone was cordial, almost friendly, but for the cruel grin on the demon lord's snout.
"YOU WERE DEAD! I WITNESSED FATHER CARVE YOUR DISGUSTING HEART OUT!" The Fallen angel was practically frothing at the mouth, trembling in mid-air.
"The Jealous One did His best to see me and the rest of our… extended family dead, yes." Moloch sounded bored, as if his apparent mutilation was hardly even a thing to be noted. "The Lord of Eden is not as thorough as He wishes."
"Well… that's not fucking ominous or anything," Rachumel wheezed out from where he sat hunched over on the floor.
"Mouthy, for a brat bleeding out on the floor." Moloch glanced down at Rachumel, ignoring the rest of us for the moment. His feet shifted on the dirt, digging in grooves as he circled my friend. "Do not fear, little one. I will not let the demons defile you."
"I'm sensing a 'but', Mister 'I'm Too Good For A Loincloth'," Rachumel continued, panting as he followed the demon lord's pace around him.
"Sacrifice, of course." I felt my blood turn to ice, and knew the rest of my family and Lilith felt the same. "My minions will sacrifice your soul on my altar. And I will be certain to make your Father watch it."
Rachumel blinked up at the demon lord, before pointedly looking down below Moloch's waist. "Killing me ain't gonna make it bigger, Pinky."
The battlefield fell silent but for Lilith's hand smashing her forehead. I gaped at the audacity of the little bastard taunting the fucking demon lord when he was practically powerless.
"...As far as last words go, you insufferable pigeon, I will remember them as some of the most insulting a deity of my standing has ever received." Moloch's entire body ignited with black fire, the demonic energy wafting off him with concentrated venom.
"There's only one deity, you bull-headed prick, and She's gonna stump a mud hole in your ass and walk it dry." Rachumel snarled, pushing up on shaking hands and knees, glaring at the archenemy of his Father. "You've got two-dollar hands and a fifty-dollar mouth."
Moloch's hand clenched, and a spear made from screaming ashes forged itself in his hands. Without a single word, the spear thrust forward, and impaled Rachumel through the heart. "Die. And know I will cast down-"
The demon lord paused, his eyes narrowing as instead of howling in pain, the little angel grinned. "…Why do I feel no resistance? What trick is this?!"
"It's called an illusion, bitch!" Rachumel said, grinning wider as the body on the spear stuttered in place.
The demon god's eyes widened, as did everyone else's… except for Mother, Lilith, and Abel.
"Impossible! I would have noticed if you put me under-!"
The Rachumel on the spear faded entirely, and with a small ripple on the skein of reality, a completely unharmed Rachumel, though soaked in sweat and missing all his feathers, reappeared just above Moloch. Grinning crazily, and possibly high on his own hype, the angel belted out, "AIZEN, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD, I READ YOUR MANGA!" In the littlest angel's hand, a small ball of light and spiral was already formed, but it was rapidly oscillating in place.
Without hesitation, Rachumel slammed the spinning light ball into Moloch's eye.
With a thunderous scream that killed every plant in a hundred meters, Moloch fell to one knee, the sheer soundwave knocking away the angel that struck him and the demons that attempted to race in. Rachumel was sent flying back towards Mother and Lilith, the latter of whom snatched her lover out of the air with tendrils of blood.
Helel, Gabriel, and Father did not hesitate.
Father appeared before Moloch with a crash of Thunder, and punched the demon god hard enough I heard the bones in the demon's body crack from dozens of meters away.
Helel crashed into the bull bastard with a furious vengeance, twin short spears of light carving away at the demon lord before he could push Father back.
Both Fallen and human jumped away as Gabriel descended, her mace impacting Moloch's left arm. I watched the limb disintegrate in a flash of heat as the white-winged angel pulled up her trumpet in her off-hand barely a foot away from the false god, inhale, and blow.
Skin disappeared first from the unholy lord, flaying in ribbons of ichor that burned away. Muscles turned to ash, coating organs and bones as the layer imploded. Organs burst, and bones dusted, the power of Gabriel's Trumpet striking hard enough that when the sonic blast ended, Moloch had a gaping hole the size of Rachumel in his torso.
And yet before us or the demons could do anything more, the clouds parted.
Light, pure and true and blinding, flushed through the firmament above. A host of angels, led by a scarred ten-winged angel with black hair, floated above the us and the demonic horde. Spears and arrows fell like rain, the brightest storm I had ever witnessed, massacring the horde that even now, moved to encroach on us.
Without waiting, I leapt to Mother, with Abel right behind me. Helel and Father moved to continue the battle, while Gabriel attempted to chase down a fleeing Moloch. "Mother, is Rachumel alright?" I asked, looking down at where Rachumel was cradled by Lilith.
"Well-" Mother began-
"Hehe, fuccck yeeeeeah, calvary's hereeeee," Rachumel slurred out, his eyes dim and face flushed. "Theeeey got an armyeeeee? So what, we'veeeee got a Kokopuffs! I'm da coolest."
"…I think he is alright, actually," Abel said, and I snorted.
"He's overtaxed his reserves," Mother said, summoning a wall of earth meters thick to protect us. "Using illusions that long, especially when he has yet to combat test them, drained him of practically everything."
"We even boosted the effectiveness of the sensory manipulation illusion," Lilith said, frowning as she pressed a hand to the little angel's forehead. "The fact he still maintained two illusions at once for over five minutes? Ridiculous. He has clearly not been sharing his training regime with Helel and I."
"…Did he actually trick a god?" Abel asked.
Lilith snorted. "No. We tricked a god." Lilith looked up towards Eve. "Without us reinforcing his illusions, Rachumel would have been caught instantly."
"Mr. Weatherby, I hate group work, though! Powerpoints suck ass…" Rachumel whined, and we ignored him as we looked over the battlefield.
Above us, the ten-winged angel began speaking, his hands spread wide. "Abominations! Murderers, rapists, demons all! I am Kokobiel, the Star of God! I am he who watches and commands the final firmament!" Five pairs of wings spread wide, and the muscled angel laughed. "My brothers and sister were too kind to you, for some of you still live! The wisdom of my favorite brother rings true! The only good demon, is a dead one!"
"…Mother, that angel has problems," Abel said, staring wide-eyed at Kokobiel as circles of glowing holy light covered the angel's hands.
"Just… tune him out, my sons," Mother answered, a hand covering her eyes. "Kokobiel is… a character."
"Kokopuffs likes to hurt demons," Rachumel offered, a dumb smile on his face. "He likes it a lot."
"Somehow, that did not help," I muttered under my breath.
The angel Kokobiel raised his hands up to the sky, laughing as the night sky brightened with the glow of stars. Lines traced themselves between points of light, carving countless, repeating, endless symbols of the Tetragrammaton into the dark night. "BEHOLD, THE FRUITS OF MY BROTHER'S BRILLIANCE! THE VERY HEAVENS REJECTS YOUR VILE ICHOR WHEREVER IT BLEEDS! FALL AND CEASE, WHIMPER AND DIE! KOCHVIM NOFELIM!"
I stared at the battlefield as light dropped like meteors, wiping the field of demonkind. Even Moloch took a direct impact, but I do not know if it killed him.
It was endless.
It continued for hours. Long after the portal had been bombarded closed.
It continued even after Helel managed to confirm that Moloch had arrived here specifically to kidnap Mother and Lilith, after brutalizing a high-class demon in his interrogation.
It continued until there was nothing left but a sanctified field of ash.
And all I knew, staring up at the Army of the Silver City, was that maybe I had an answer at long last as to what I needed to do."
PoV - Rachumel, The Most Positive Influence That Kokobiel Has Ever Had
I thought once, after a particular bender in college, that the worst headache I'd ever have would have been that one. Getting a blood alcohol limit of 0.29% was kinda nuts, and it was how I managed to get my first kid, too.
That shit had nothing on the magic- and spiral-induced migraine that was blasting through my head. It turns out, when you burn through your mana limits and burn up your lifeforce trying to style on your enemies, your body and soul really protest that.
Imagine that.
But it was worth it.
I laid back on a pile of soft dirt out in the yard courtesy of Lilith, nursing my headache with a small block of ice on my head. At some point before I became coherent again, Gabriel already returned home with the rest of my family, and she must have told Mom to fix me again, because the first thing Lilith told me was that I would be fine, that my lifeforce was fully recovered.
But the pain remained, probably because Mom was also pissed at me for styling on Moloch instead of just blinding him.
Then Lilith glared at me and said she was going to break my hips for being an idiot.
…Worth it.
Now, it was just waiting for Helel to finish speaking with Kokobiel, and Lilith with Adam-
"Hey," a recognizable voice said.
I perked up, moving my ice relief up to look at Cain, now cleaned up from the fight. "Wassup, my homie?"
"That was a stupid thing you did."
"If it worked, then it wasn't stupid."
"Still dumb."
"If you're just gonna be rude to me, save it, Lilith does it better and you're not feminine enough to make me pop a boner from demeaning me," I clarified.
"Gross." Cain shook his head. "I wanted to just… let you know."
"Let me know what?"
"I am… I am going to leave."
I paused, forcing my body to move in spite of the numerous protests it offered, including a spike of pain from the migraine. "Oh. Well-"
"It is only partly because of your words," Cain interrupted, holding a hand up. "I love my family. And… I think I would like to try to worship Adonai again. But not here."
"Why not here?"
"I do not wish to put my family in any kind of danger. So…" Cain nodded, more to himself than me. "I am leaving everything to Abel. Supplies for the road, but I think I will see the world, and make my own story. Maybe find a new land to farm."
"…I'm happy for you, buddy." I gave him a genuine smile, because Cain was genuinely smiling. "If you ever want to talk or chat-"
"I will pray. To both you and Adonai." Cain gave a serious nod. "So… Will you be my guardian angel, Rachumel?"
Some instinct compelled me to offer my hand to him, and Cain took it without question. "Cain, son of Adam. I, Rachumel, will protect your soul, offer advice, aid you in navigating the waters of life, guard you from temptation, and guide you to heaven. This I swear, in the name of the Lord, Amen." The words came without effort, from someplace beyond my human soul.
"In the name of Lord, Amen." Cain affirmed, and I felt a small part of my essence shift to hover over Cain, who did not seem to notice it. "I thought for sure you would have made fun of me."
"I still can, you know? I never got to tell Moloch my dick was bigger than his," I replied, grinning up at Cain as my migraine slowly lessened.
"Please do not."
"Party pooper."
"…So, what now?"
"Now?" I said, leaning back on my soft pile of dirt. "Now, you decide where you go. Pray if you need help, but know this, Cain." I gave the young man a soft smile. "I will always be with you. Unless you're clapping cheeks, then I'll give a little privacy. And if you go to piss, I'm not there, I'm not into watersports."
"I think I have made a terrible mistake," Cain admitted dryly.
"No takebacksies!"
Cain sighed, but the smile on his lips said it all. We shook hands one final time before he stepped away, heading back to his house, perhaps for the final time.
"My good deed for the century, methinks," I muttered to myself, leaning back with a sigh.
"If only all your good deeds were so impactful," a teasing voice said, and I tumbled from my dirtnap. I looked behind myself, and saw Eve standing there, phasing into view.
"Oh… hey, Eve," I said, swallowing as I stood up, once again to the protestations of my muscles.
"Hey, Rachy." She gave me a soft, warm smile. "Been a heck of a week, huh?"
"It felt like months, really."
"Hyperbolic as usual." Eve playfully rolled her eyes. "…Thank you. For everything."
"I just did what any other good person would do," I demurred.
"Maybe. But this was my family. You saved it from tragedy. You saved it from pain." She offered a watery smile. "You've always been protecting us. Protecting me."
I kept the guilt from my face, but it was pointless. Eve was much better at reading people than I was. "Not always. Sometimes I made an ass out of myself."
"You know… I have wondered, from time to time, if I should have picked you." Eve sat back in a conjured chair of earth, and made a second one for me that I almost unconsciously fell back into. "Instead of Adam, if I had made you my husband."
For a moment, my voice refused to work. Then I forced myself to clear it, threw up a fragile smile, and met her blue eyes with my own. "You'd probably be pregnant. Like, holy shit. Popping out triplets every year."
Eve laughed, her voice like a gentle chime. "Yes, I imagine I'd be on my back much more often, with a pleasantly sore pussy." She shook her head. "But 'What Ifs' do not serve us in this life. 'What If you were my husband.' 'What If you never arrived here.' 'What If Cain did not leave'." Something in her voice was wistful, wondering but not morose.
"'What If my gambit didn't work out.'" I looked down at the ground, kicking my short legs from where they spread widely. "No point in wondering, huh? I don't know if I agree."
"I would think an angel would say that daydreams are harmful," Eve said, still smiling, with a teasing laugh.
"Dreams…" I gave her a grin of my own. "Dreams save us. Dreams lift us up, and make us more than we are. Dreams encourage us to reach for the impossible, so we can make it possible." I lifted a hand and made a small little Rasengan of light. "Dream big, so even when you crash into wakefulness, you remember how high the heavens are waiting for you."
Eve was silent, her smile never vanishing. "You are too kind for this world, Rachumel. I hope it does not end you."
"Let it end me then." I gave her a grin of unrepentant audacity and crushed the magical orb. "Do you really think I would die if they killed me?"
"Snrk. Lord above, Rachy, you are too silly." Eve shook her head, her brown locks shaking in the night breeze. "But life needs that, too. Being silly. Having a laugh."
"Life needs things to live," I said with a completely straight face, and Eve laughed again just as I broke down giggling, and we took the silent moments to just reminisce on Eden.
"…We will not be meeting again, will we?" she asked, subdued and solemn.
"…Not likely. Not before your return to Heaven," I admitted.
Could we meet again? Easily. But this intervention, this time with her and Adam and their family, was temptation enough. I've changed the trajectory of Cain, and saved Abel. I couldn't imagine how the Bible was going to play out now, but I would leave that to Mom.
It was time to move on and close this chapter.
We both stood from our chairs, and I floated up to meet her face to face. Before I could stop her, Eve laid a hand over my heart. "…We could have been happy together, no?" she asked, her voice a whisper meant only for me.
I considered silently, before moving my hand to cup hers over my chest. "…Yes. But that was a choice neither of us would have ever made."
"A choice that never was." Eve gave a bright smile. "You are a good man, Rachumel, and my very best friend."
"And you, mine, Eve."
"…I bet the sex would have been incredible."
"Oh fuck yeah, you'd have had a dozen sons in a decade if I was plowing you."
"But they wouldn't be Cain or Abel," Eve said, shaking her head and stepping back with a content smile. "Goodbye, Rachy. Take care of Cain, please?"
"Of course." I puffed my chest out, and watched as Eve walked back to her home with her husband.
Then I looked down at the massive tent in my robes. "…I should go find Lilith first, though. Feeling like a smurf- wait a Mom-damn minute, FUCKING DEMONS RUINED MY THREESOME WITH GABRIEL!"
Great, now I was horny AND annoyed.
That's it, I'm gonna get to ten wings just to burn off Moloch's cock for this. I'm gonna fucking castrate that bitch and then slam-fuck Mom so pregnant she'll be pregnant with octuplets. You hear that Mom?! OCTUPLETS!
...Damn, I'm hornier than I expected.
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PoV - Rachumel, Definitely An Inch Taller Now, No, He's Not Coping
It's only been a month since we left Adam and Eve and their family, and I had to admit, I kinda missed them.
Well, I don't miss Cain, but that's because half the time I feel like I'm looking over his shoulder. This shit is mad-dizzying.
Helel said that's because I wasn't trained to be a guardian angel. Most of the time, a guardian is fully present at all times, and only the more powerful angels are assigned to more than one person and have to split their attention like I did "accidently" or "subconsciously."
Then he regretted saying that because I became smug as fuck over being "powerful and special", hehe.
With my biblical revision now over, we decided to start heading northish, following along the coast as we walked. I kinda wanted to go east once Lilith drained my balls again, but Helel immediately vetoed that.
"That seems a bit weird to say 'No, East is Bad', don't ya think?"
"You have not yet had to deal with those insufferable Deva."
"There's a story there if you consider them insufferable, brother."
"Not one I am willing to repeat. Suffice to say, you are not prepared for the… difficulties of dealing with those gods."
"What about the lands past those crazy Dragonball fanatics?"
"What- Nevermind. Perhaps one day, Rachumel."
So yeah, with East blocked off to us, I figured just heading North would be neat. Meet some Greeks, poke some Slavs, drink with Vikings, all that fun stuff.
Maybe I can convince them all that 'French' is a slur. Now that is a funny idea.
"What are you giggling over?" Lilith asked, an eyebrow raised. She had finished cooking, and I just set the tent so Lilith could add her magic protections for the night. Helel was somewhere ranting and seething about Moloch still being alive.
I wasn't that surprised. Not because I thought Mom was wrong to kill them or that Mom was infallible, and not even because of all the """conspiracy""" theories back in my old world that had the rich and the famous in death cults offer child sacrifice and virgin rape to Moloch and Baal.
But because Murphy is a right bastard and probably heard Elohim go, "I definitely killed them all," or something and took that as a personal affront.
"I was considering the feasibility of teaching humanity slurs this early in history," I said to Lilith, and ignored the flat look her face transitioned to. "It's fun to think about, but… I figure I might have to wait for humanity to start really trading with each other as opposed to raiding each other."
"Humanity does trade," Lilith pointed out.
"Yeeeeeah, but it's more of a survival thing now." I rolled my shoulders as I fluttered in place. "Once they get to trading more than food and leathers, then we can consider enhancing the power of humanity's racism."
"I sincerely hope you are joking."
"Well, humanity doesn't really need my help in inventing them, I guess." I hummed as I scooped up some stew, chock full of rabbit meat and carrots. "Anyway, you didn't seem to hate meeting with Adam and Eve."
"What I had with Adam is dead." Lilith filled her own wooden bowl with stew, snapping her fingers to turn a rock nearby into a thin spoon. "It was good that we both realized that. Eve reminds me a great deal of myself, and… I did not hate conversing with her."
"First, you know we already have spoons, right?" I pointed at her with one of the wooden ones I had carved as practice for controlling my personal strength. "Second, really? I didn't think you and Eve would have bonded over too much. Was it magic? Or the way your ass is an equal for her tits, maybe?"
Lilith chuckled. "Leave it to a man to bring things back to sex." She spooned some of the stew between her lips, chewing and swallowing before answering me. "Magic, among other things. She is… intelligent. And we shared interests."
"Uh-huh."
"Worry neither of your heads about it."
"You can't prove I was thinking about a threesome."
"No one need prove you think about fornication, dear Rachumel. We all heard your lament about not getting your sister to watch us mate like beasts."
"I resent that comparison. I do a lot more cuddling than most animals!"
"I must question if that counts when your cock is reshaping my internals."
"We live in an ecchi world that's hiding dark fantasy beneath it and is transitioning to full on dark hentai at this rate. You don't have internal organs, you have more space for my dick. Female bodies only pay heed to physics and reality right up until there's a fat cock inside it."
"One day, Rachumel, someone will understand these references you make, and I suspect they intend to strangle you."
"Don't threaten me with a good time!"
Our talk continued past dusk's end, when the moon above was shining down and the stars twinkled in the night. Helel arrived to eat a little of the cooking at my insistence, but otherwise immediately continued his brooding patrol of the area. Lilith went to rest, but I decided I wanted a flight of my own to stretch my wings out.
As I coasted on thermals, I turned around to stare up at the brilliant blanket of darkness. It's cliche, sure, but without the light pollution of the modern world, the tapestry of the universe unfurled before me. I didn't feel small, or weak, or even afraid.
I hadn't really considered it before, but I changed the Bible. Helel fell alone; he didn't become an insane evil bastard; Lilith isn't a heartless bitch angry at her husband and wanting to hurt him; and I averted the First Murder. Well, not the first literally, but one of the most important ones. Cain was on his way to a new, more positive direction, all because I tried to help.
Maybe I really am making a difference…
I grinned, spinning back to fly over a nearby lake, dipping down over it to drag the tip of my top left wing across the surface, tracing my winding path over the body of water. I reached the edge of the lake and twirled, turning to race back across the serene waters, and stopped.
On the far left side of the lake, sitting on a rocky outcropping, was what appeared to be a young, winged woman. She was slender, thin, wiry like a tensed spring. Dark grey wings tainted by soot fluttered behind her, as if uncertain what they should be doing. White hair tinged ash grey tumbled from her scalp like a waterfall of snow, vibrant ice blue eyes shining from beneath her bangs. She had basic leathers covering her body, but her legs were pulled close to her body. Her body language all but screamed misery, exhaustion colouring her brow with the way her eyes drooped.
And she was clearly not an angel.
Something in my soul ached just looking at her obvious melancholy. She might be greek, maybe not, but… she could use a friendly face. I couldn't tell exactly what she was, but my thought leaned towards a spirit of some kind. A part of me that had internalized Mom's warnings against pagans told me it could be some kind of goddess, but I was willing to take the risk.
After all, I was one "HELEL HELP!" from safety, hah.
I openly approached, flapping noisily as I came from her front. She spotted me instantly, but ignored me until she realized I was heading straight for her.
I stopped a few meters away, hovering in place as I smiled and waved. "Hey there! I'm Rachumel! You look like you could use a friendly ear."
She blinked, looking left and right before back at me, then pointing at herself. I nodded cheerfully, and she huffed before offering a half-hearted wave and saying, "I must not have been paying attention with crafting my ward if one of you doves managed to notice me."
"Eh, we all have off days. Do you mind if I sit next to you?"
She looked me up and down, and then rolled her eyes with a huff. "By all means. Sit next to 'damnable chaos' if you desire."
I floated over and plopped down on my tushy next to her. "That doesn't sound good. I'm not going to explode by sitting next to you, am I?"
She snorted. "An active imagination there."
"Thanks, I made it myself." I stretched my legs out towards the lake and pushed back on my hands. "But thanks for letting me sit."
She raised a single brow, looking at me from the corner of her eye. "You are welcome, though I know not why you thank you for such a trivial thing."
"Well, when a beautiful lady grants a lucky man her company, he should show his appreciation," I answered, winking at the woman.
The ghost of a smile almost graced her lips. "I see you have chosen the path of the silver tongue. Many accuse me of the same."
"Rather rude of them to assume such insincere things about you, really. I prefer to consider my tongue gold, if you will." At another look from her, I continued, "Gaudy, but perfectly genuine in its ability to flatter anyone or anything."
"Honesty. How quaint." She rested her chin on her knees, staring out into the water as we let the silence linger. When minutes passed, she sighed before she said, "You offered a friendly ear?"
"I'd offer my face as a seat, too, but I think you need to get these words off your chest more than you need that kind of stress relief," I joked, grinning at her.
Despite her apparent misery, a bark of laughter escaped. "Let no one accuse you of cowardice in regards to women, dove."
"Sure thing, falcon."
Falcon turned her head to me then, amused despite the annoyed expression. "Dove and Falcon, are we?"
"If the feathers fit!" I wiggled my wings, and she shook her head. "But yeah. If you want to vent, go ahead. If you just want me to listen, I can do that. I can offer advice too, if you care to hear it."
Falcon stared out across the water away, her thumbs tapping on her knees. We sat there again in silence, this time nearly lasting a full hour before she spoke up, interrupting my star-gazing. "What's your opinion on… Fate? Destiny?"
"Those? Hrm." I juggled my head back and forth between my shoulders as I considered what I knew. "In some ways, it's active, right? Prophecies and shit. On the other hand, Free Will means that every prophecy has a chance of failing. It has to. So Fate and Destiny are more like the compounding actions of history and the present, leading up to this moment." I pointed a finger forward, swirling it in a circle. "But most people are predictable, even in being unpredictable."
"So… what happens is going to happen?" Falcon looked at me curiously.
"Yes, but no!" I grinned as I looked back at her. "It's not enough to change your actions. Like, say for example: you're a strapping, powerful, and just young god that just claimed his godly throne after overthrowing his paranoid and cruel tyrant father, and made your best friend and first love his wife and queen. Everything is going well for you, all your loved ones are safe from your cannibalistic dad." I frowned then. "Then, you get a prophecy that your son from your wife is going to usurp you. He's going to be categorically stronger than you, enough to easily cast you down."
"A harrowing scenario." Falcon had turned her full attention towards me. "So the question is then, how do I stop said child from usurping me."
"You can't let the kid be born and try to kill him, because that's…" I continued.
"Kin-slaying, especially a child. Heinous. The same reason the father was overthrown."
"Leave the kid to die alone? Something will rescue him and raise him, and he'll have all the reason to overthrow you."
"I am a just king, no?" Falcon interlaced her fingers together before her face. "Perhaps I should raise the child fairly as Prince…"
"And all but guarantee the child will forcibly claim the throne, no?" I raised a brow.
"Foster him with a sibling, then. He shall never know of his true lineage."
"Ah, but he remains powerful enough that he may grow arrogant enough to contest you." I gave a sardonic smile. "One often meets their destiny on the road to avoid it."
"What a vile prophecy. Designed to have the King fail in some way." Falcon's brow creased. "I assume you have a point to this?"
"Yep. It's not enough to change your actions - prophecies are good at reading who you are, and what you'll do. It's how they're always vague at first, but make sense in hindsight." I leaned back, and spun my finger in the air before making a fist. "The way to beat Fate, or a Prophecy? You either need outside help… or you need to act like your anathema."
"…What did this King choose?" she asked, now morbidly curious.
"He tricked his wife into transforming into a fly, and then ate her." Falcon blinked, clearly unprepared to hear that, and I met her gaze evenly. "He became his father, even just for a moment, and broke the prophecy. His wife and son, trapped by him for eternity."
Falcon looked out towards the lake, a grin on her face despite herself. "Haha… cruel, paranoid, and befitting of a tyrant, not a king. I see the lesson. How devious."
"So why'd you ask?"
She sighed, crossing her arms under her slight bust. "When you are designated the troublemaker, the discord between people, you realize your entire destiny is just building your own cage. A little trick with a fruit here, or causing problems between goddesses, and suddenly, you're the root of all the worst problems." She scoffed, the sound echoing across the waters. "Forget that I only do a small prank. Blame me for all the poor decisions that follow."
A fruit? Eris, is that you? "Pranks aren't bad," I offer, watching her expression change. "A little chaos is good for stirring things up. I suppose there's something to be said for a problem spiraling out of control."
"You would think some fools would understand that. An inciting incident cannot be blamed for everything that follows."
"It is a very human thing to try and pin all the blame on one person." She stared at me with a deadpan expression, and I shrugged. "What? It's the truth."
"Truth. Phah. What a useless thing."
"Agenda-maxxing is real, let me tell ya."
"What?" Falcon turned to stare at me in confusion.
"It's not about facts, it's about the agenda," I said, nodding sagely. "So, if people are going to harp on you about your pranks… why not just not do them? Or make them harmless?"
She stared at me like I grew another head. "I do not believe you are cognizant of the truth of what a 'prank' is, or why it is done, Dove."
"Usually to get a laugh, or make yourself feel superior, right? Or really give an insult to someone you think needs to be knocked down a notch." I nodded as she went silent. "Look, I'm not gonna pretend I understand what whacky woo-hoo nonsense you gotta deal with. But I will tell you that change doesn't start until you start it."
"'Just change yourself' is hardly actionable advice." Falcon ran a hand through her white locks, gritting her teeth as she pulled at a knot. "Hardly anyone is going to give me that chance."
"Falcon." When she turned to look at me, I stared her in the eyes. "Sometimes, the Hand of Fate needs be forced." Her eyes widened, and I grinned at her. "Besides, I'm giving you that chance now, no? Be the change you want to see. And if you don't believe you can? Then believe in the me who believes in you!"
"…Does that line actually work on anyone?"
"I've had a solid success rate with it, honestly."
Falcon hid a laugh under another scoff. "Naive."
"Doesn't mean I'm wrong though."
"It means, Dove, that you fly amongst the clouds too much."
"Well, I do technically live there."
"That explains entirely too much." As we traded barbs for the next few hours, Falcon lost the tension in her frame, but was never far from a smile.
I whistled as I flew back to camp, hoping to slide into my tent for some shut-eye without waking Lilith from her beauty sleep.
I paused when Helel intercepted me as I landed, an uncertain look on his face. "Rachumel."
"Helel."
"…I overheard your conversation with Cain."
"Uh… which one?"
"Does it matter?"
"I want to know how concerned I should be."
Helel sighed. "The one where you revealed what your Sight showed."
"My Sigh-" My eyes widened. "Oh, that one."
"Yes."
"…Well, I meant all of it."
"Truly? Every single part?" Helel raised a brow.
"Yeah. I help people. All of it."
"I see. Then, I must admit, you were absolutely correct with all you said." Helel nodded. "And I also saw you speaking to some winged pagan."
…Oh no. "In my defense-"
"This should be good."
"-she needed help, and I was able to give it."
"She was able to hide her presence enough that I only noticed her when I noticed you." Helel's arms crossed. "Do you understand how close I was to attacking her before I realized she was not a threat to you?"
"No, I'm not a mind-reader." I blinked up at him with my most puppyish eyes.
Helel stared at me for a long while… and then he bent down and picked up a rock. "Rachumel, you were absolutely correct. I feel a very strong urge to hit my younger brother in the head with a rock."
"…I REGRET NOTHING!"
I did, in fact, regret a great deal of things.
PoV - Aphrodite, Not To Be Confused With Afrodeity
Five decades.
Five decades, four months, two weeks, three days, eight hours, twelve minutes, and forty seven seconds since Rachumel and his companions entered the lands of Theoi, "undercover" as they were. I had observed most of their journey, watching as the Fallen trained my future husband, and his human concubine slaked his lusts.
I have been patient, as they have wisely skirted Mount Othrys in an attempt to avoid the attention of the Titan King and his subjects. But now? They were distracted with a demon gate, and have now garnered the attention of Atlas, who was sent to annihilate the fiends.
I intercepted the general, and convinced him to let me bring in "the outsiders" so that King Kronos could meet them.
That I had to sit there and watch as Atlas humped the rock he thought was me was equal parts amusing and annoying. I just knew Prometheus was going to mock my suffering, the insufferable secretive ass that he was.
Thus, as Helel finished wiping out the last presence of demonic energy, I decided to make my entrance. I let the illusion that covered me fall away in a shimmering curtain, standing in my "Bimbo" disguise before the trio of the Jealous Ones' believers. "Hello, Rachumel," I let my voice ooze out happiness, and felt gratified when his hands immediately moved to press down on his manhood.
"Down, mighty sword!" He whispered, before his brain rapidly caught up and blinked in surprise. "Whoa… Dite, is that you?"
"Do you know this pagan goddess, brother?" The Fallen, Helel, asked, one hand holding tight to a spear of light. Despite his Fall from grace, I did not fancy my chances in a fight with the Heir of Heaven.
"Uh, yeah! This is Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Passion, War, and a lot of other badass stuff," Rachumel explained, his wings flapping to keep him in the air as his eyes remained glued to my fake chest. "She looked different when we first met- wait, this is a disguise, isn't it?"
To the rest of the world that might have been paying attention, I was still the ditzy blonde slut who tittered and said, "Oh, Rachy, you're so silly! Why would I look different when I look so pretty already?"
To the three in front of me, the blonde shell of deception I wore like armor faded away to natural pink locks and sun-bronzed skin. Ridiculous curves transitioned to much more aesthetically perfect proportions. My eyes warped into a vivid pink, my body completely nude but for perfectly chosen strands of hair that fell to cover my nipples and cunt. "You had an unfair advantage, Rachumel, but I forgive you. You hold some delightful ideas in your mind that… put into practice."
The woman, Lilith, snorted. "Delightful is one word that could be used to sum up what his brainpower is capable of." Her eyes were locked onto my own, and I met hers without shame.
Back off, the human woman's gaze said. He's mine.
I think not, I silently replied. Prepare to share.
Her lips twitched into a scowl before she calmed herself and flattened her expression. Little reverence for the fact I am divine aside, it is good to see she has pride. I wouldn't admit to caring too much about humans, but my Rachumel liked them, if watching him interact with them meant anything. So I would not dismiss this paramour of him.
Even if she is no competition compared to his Mother, who is watching us even now.
"Without his aid, I would be much weaker," I freely admitted, though I slightly regretted the words when both brother and concubine turned to stare in exhaustion at Rachumel.
"What? I panicked!" He justified himself. "Look at her! My dick stole all my brain's thinky juice!"
I drew their attention again with a chuckle that was too perfect. "However you might feel about it, know that Rachumel will never be in danger from me."
"And around you?" Lilith questioned, her eyes narrowed.
I grimaced. "Your purge of the demons, while commendable, has caught the attention of the Titan King. He sent Atlas to collect you all, but I tricked the enduring fool into allowing me to handle this."
"An audience with the Titan of Time?" Helel crossed his arms over his chest, and Lilith's hands went to her hips in irritation. "This bodes poorly."
"I will admit to not caring overmuch for the Theoi," Lilith offered. "I know little."
Rachumel just snorted, lacing his fingers behind his head. "Great, can't wait to meet the world's #1 Castrator. Wonder if he gave his daddy's sky berries a good fondle before tossing them into the ocean."
Faintly, I thought I heard a woman's laugh deep below me. "In any case, I can offer not just my protection, but Queen Rhea's as well, as she is a… well, confidant, I suppose, yet I did quite a good bit of manipulation to achieve that." My finger tapped against my cheek, and almost unconsciously, I thrust my hip out to the side. Rachumel followed the movement instantly with an appreciative gaze, but soon returned his eyes to my face.
"Trust me, there's nothing you can do to the queen that her husband won't do worse," Rachumel said, his voice filled with conviction.
"Rachumel, did you have another vision?" Helel asked, turning to look at his little brother. I perked up, as Rachumel's Sight had already aided me greatly before, and I would be the greatest fool to not listen to him now.
"Uh… Kinda…?" Rachumel winced at Helel's burning stare, before sighing. "Look, everyone knows he's a bad King. But it's gonna be way worse when he has kids."
I blinked in surprise. "Ah, but Lady Rhea has been pregnant for some time now? Kronos has been excited to measure his own progeny against his brothers'."
To my sudden unease, as well as Lilith's and Helel's, Rachumel paled nearly paper white, and his arms limply dropped to his side. "Ah, fuck."
"What's going to happen?" Lilith demanded, placing her hand on Rachumel's own. "Tell us."
"…Kronos is about to win the 'Worst Father of the Century' award?"
"Brother."
"Right, sorry. Trying to not make this sound horrific, but uh…" My future husband swallowed thickly. "The King is going to cannibalize his kids."
Lilith froze in horror. Helel's face twisted in disgust.
I? I pressed on. "Which ones?" I asked, my entire figure statue still. "The Firstborn? The latter ones?"
"All of them."
Ah. Well then.
"Barbaric pagans," Helel spat, his dark grey wings twitching with his restrained disgust.
"I cannot and will not argue that," I murmured.
"And we must be guests to such a monster." Lilith had begun pacing back and forth.
"We don't even have any kind of real political protection," Rachumel said, and I blinked at him in surprise that he brought it up before I could approach the topic. "We did him a favor, and that gives us some guest rights, even with Dite's protection, won't hold a tyrant like him long if we step out of line. Helel could fight him off, sure, but I'd be dead quick-"
Kronos and his entire kingdom would be CINDERS if that occurs!
"-And Lilith would last long enough to at least die before getting her corpse violated and then eaten," Rachumel finished.
"Truly, lover, your words calm my soul," Lilith replied, unamused by my future husband's bleak predictions.
"You're discounting Lady Rhea's favor… because she won't side with us over her family," I conceded, quietly impressed that the little angel had already considered that.
"The Queen can protect us from everyone but the King," Rachumel confirmed. "So that means we need-"
A flash of light cut through the clearing, straight through my barrier without disrupting it. I flicked my gaze up to meet the Jealous One's sight before gently bowing my head at Her superior power.
Before us, a two-winged angel now floated, fidgeting in place as she stood before us. "Ray-Ray?" Rachumel asked, and quickly flew over to hug his curvaceous sibling. "Ray-Ray! It is you!" Without even waiting, he pressed his lips to his sister's, clearly claiming her first kiss if her rapidly flapping wings and wide open eyes meant anything to a goddess of love. "You look good! Great, even," he finished.
Lilith just stared blankly at yet another romantic rival. Foolish human. Half of the Silver City desires that man, I thought.
"H-Hi, Rachy. Wow, so that was a kiss…" The angel returned the hug, then squeaked when Rachumel groped her well-sculpted ass. However, she suspiciously kept from looking in Helel's direction. "Um, Father has sent me with, ah, a letter? Or a title?" Rachumel pried his hands away from molesting his sister to take the small note in her hands.
Interesting. She seems much more afraid of him than I. I looked over and read the words on the page before Rachumel could - and then I threw back my head and laughed.
"MOM, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I'M AN OFFICIAL AMBASSADOR?!"
"…Can we kiss again, Rachy?"
"…Yeah, sure, I'll have an emotional crisis over this on the way to Orthys."
As Lilith covered her face with her hands and Helel looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where his younger brother made out with his sister, I looked back up towards where I could feel the Lord of Angels' gaze.
And unseen by the others, I gave a curtsy and a silent promise to his Mother.
He will not be harmed by my contemporaries, You have my word, upon my Name.
If he is, you will share his injury seven times over. The response was swift and clear… but strangely without the malice or disgust I expected.
Interesting… But of course, now that Rachumel has some means of political power, a new purpose remains.
Just how are we to save your child, my dear Rhea…