A chorus of silence embellished this lavish realm. Thick veins protruded against many of the fallen temples and necks as fists began to clench.
"We thought you had Lilith in check." A sun-kissed Fallen, with golden red eyes, carrying flecks of wrath through his iris spat. He rose from his throne upon the smoldering flas below, ready to explode, as his entire being quivered.
"Easy, Abbadon," Belphegor said quite calmly, a faint glimr of a smile at the corner of his lips. "This is Lilith we are talking about. Queen of the Abyss. Only so much a man can do."
Gods, I wanted to nod. Bitches be crazy! Thinking about it now, I have never had control of Lilith. She did whatever the hell she wanted. Consequences, be damned.
"Then what the Hell has he been doing since he attained his status of Sovereign Lord within the Hells?" Abbadon barked, seething slivers of flas from his nostrils.
"I've been fucking your Aunt." I truthfully told him, arching my lips. "Problem?"
For a while, silence enabled the room, only to be broken by phisto, who chuckled. But the laziness in his eye had seed to have faded. Revealing his striking features that could stand up to Lucifer in so ways. He appeared like a new person: Driven, Ambitious, and dangerous.
"He's got you, Abbadon." phisto pointed out.
Abbadon paused and bellowed into laughter, taking to his throne. He nodded. "Has she finally found herself a lover? About ti."
"Agreed," Lucifer added, a thin veil smile over his full lips.
"Beelzebub is missing out. Spectacular news!" A suited young man, carrying a third eye barely noticeable through his strands of silky black hair, uttered. Striking a smile over his face, he appeared barely over eighteen, yet he sat upon a Sovereign Lord's throne.
"I'll relay the news, Belial." The one I barely recognized, Dagon, said, his pale skin sohow gaining color with the rising of his lips. "Arakiel! What's up with you? You look sick!"
Recalling the ashes of wings within Aveno's eternally fluttering, my gaze shifted to a scarred face man. Skin flaking near where the vicious scar stretched from his hairline, over his right eye, down his neck, and probably further within his clothing, Arakiel's lips curled into a contentious sneer.
"What?" Belial said, arching a single brow. "You got a thing for Aunty?"
Arakiel sneer deepened." Gods no! But I'd rather not speak of my Aunts sex life. It's disgusting. How'd you feel, Lucifer, if we started talking about Zariel fucking your daughter? Exactly! That exact face is what I expected."
Unable to resist chuckling at the ugly grimace on Lucifer, I burst into laughter at the darkening of his features.
"Why'd you bring that up?" phisto painfully ntioned. "Last ti, he fell into a deep depression. I swear he was going to kill himself."
"... My baby… girl." Lucifer lanted, a little teary eye. He bowed his head, seemingly deflating upon his throne in a deep depression.
Is this Lucifers weakness? Dear god! Will it be my weakness?
My gut curled at the thought. Acid tainted the tip of my tongue as a scorching heat caught my lungs. I understood. I understood Lucifer's pain.
My heart dipped a few notches, leaving only glimrs of despair on the horizon. My baby girl was gonna leave her papa one day. Gods!
"Why the hell are you tearing up!" Abbadon snapped.
And phisto smiled. "Because he's thinking of his daughter." He chuckled evilly. "I swear you and Lucifer are like children. Old-world fools. I hear you're supposed to look on the bright side."
"Bright side?" I murmured, lifting my gaze to his. "Nothing bright about this. My innocent killer will be leaving her papa. For…" Blood spilling from my lips, I painfully grimaced. "For another!"
"I, personally, don't see the big deal." Arakiel casually ntioned, rolling his eyes. "It's life, isn't it? You have a daughter, and they have children. What's the big deal?"
"On that, we agree," Abbadon added, folding his arms, his lips arching in a teasing smile. "The Pain of Parenthood. But if you want. You can pull an adam and eve and bang your daughter. She might not leave then. Maybe."
"..."
"What a wonderful idea!" Baliel added. "Problem solved!
What is this? Japan? I swear there the only ones that'll make incest look interesting. I'm good! I've not fallen that low. Good to know these fuckers here have. Or are they just that cynical?
"Pass," Both Lucifer and I said. Garnering a spark of respect from each other as our eyes crossed.
There was a limit to depravity. And while incest in the higher realms doesn't really affect the gene pool as much as humans. It's still weird.
"phisto, have you seen his daughter? Is she hot?" Dagon asked. His na automatically entered the top of my kill list. I'm going to saute this bastard alive! And force-feed him his own brain.
"Ok!" Abbadon uttered, "We've derailed the conversation for long enough on nonsense." He smiled, masking the faint glimr of lust in his eyes the mont his gaze slid across mine. Abbadon allowed to feel his intent. The fucker wanted to know his intentions. "Shall we get back to the conversation at hand?"
"Finally." Arakiel motioned. " Arsene. We need access to Nessa."
Frowning, not for the reason everyone suspected, I lowered my gaze, molding a plan to cripple Abbadon's infrastructure within the Hells. Ishar ntioned fiscal policies. That has to do with taxes, spending, and revenue collections. I might need to help assist.
Slivers of ice coursed through my bones, lifting my lips into an amused grin. " How much access? As you know, I can't just command Lilith to do as I say. And from what I hear, the Miasma around Nessa is so powerful it could kill a Fell God."
"An Infringent God has already perished," phisto added. "And a Fell God from our side is so crippled we forced him into reincarnation rely to repair his soul and flesh. I've pondered sending Void Gods to invade."
'Void Gods?' I asked, having received no information about them in my hive mind from the five souls I collected.
'There below Infringent Gods. They are called Void Gods or Source Gods because they gather their power from the Source Wall, aka Heavens End. However, in doing so, their power becos so corrupted creation forgets them… their existence becos nothing more than a void in the minds of everyone below Infringent God." Lucifer kindly explained.
"You suspect that Void Gods could infiltrate Nessa due to their existence essentially being nulled by Heaven's End? That's a risk. What if the Miasma isn't active based on what the creator feels." Belphegor inquired. "It might be too much to sacrifice a Void God, with the loss of a few Infringent Gods already."
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