"Noctis, just talk to me!"
"Charlie I don't need a lecture from you wheb you can't even solve your shit with Vaggie!"
"That's not fair!"
"Don't talk to her like that, Noctis!"
"BOTH OF YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Noctis slowly opened his eyes and breathed for all it was worth. There were servants of the goetia palace moving in and out with fresh clothes and bandages, attempting to keep quiet and and not disturb his rest with Charlie and Vaggie both cozy and clingy to his almost naked form under the covers of the guest bed they were given by Stolas. The servants did notice his hollow eyes open whilst finishing their orders with leaving prepped meals for the three of them on the nearby desk.
He didn't even bother with breaking away from nestling against Charlie's breasts while she held his head and Vaggie pressed against his folded wings. He barely looked up to the ceiling and listened to the various voices still debating, echoing across the halls.
He looked down back down to Charlie's pale skin with the burning in his bloodshot eyes being a reminder of the heartache he was feeling from Moira sacrificing herself.
His breath even felt hollow, devoid of the energy he always gave off. It was so empty of the usual happiness he let out every time he woke up in bed with Charlie and Vaggie.
He hardly shifted with both girls groaning and whimpering in their in their sleep, and stared at his own hand with uncertainty of the power he achieved thanks to The Speaker.
So why did it feel so worthless....why did he feel worthless...
Or perhaps a failure…..
His jaw tightened to the memory of losing Moira as he tried to blink away the first tears that brimmed for freedom. Bitterness wasn't an accurate enough term to go with the weight he felt from her sealing Lyoria away got as long as possible.
He shook off the feeling albeit with a little hesitation and teleported out of the bed to use the bathroom, but looked back to Charlie and Vaggie looking for his form before hugging the same pillow.
"You two are gonna have to figure things out." He whispered to himself, longing with his own problems. "And I need to figure out my own."
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After a quiet and long shower to gather his thoughts, Noctis snuck out of the bedroom against the wishes of his two lovers, along with the orders strictly from Lucifer, and made an adventure of walking through the palace with various nobles and servants of the goetia family bowing or greeting with respect.
He looked back to the last retreating noble that called him seraphim lord and scoffed at the title.
"Getting real sick of this royal bullshit."
"Pain in the ass, huh?" A smug imp commented as he leaned on the wall. "You're not supposed to be out of bed."
Noctis wasn't startled by the mystery imp that skittered into view and faced him with a bit of skepticism and indifference, watching as he downed a blood orange in one bite.
"And who the hell are you?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.
The imp in question shrugged the tension in their meeting and pushed off the wall to greet the man face-to-face with his usual banter of being an annoying pain.
"Name's Blitz, the O is silent." He took nonchalant to a new level with mocking Noctis by wiggling an accusatory finger in his face. "Sure would piss off your girls and your mommy if they knew you weren't resting, Mr. all-Powerful."
Noctis blinked in surprise for Blitz' lack of respect for personal space and growled with a tightened jaw.
"You already cause enough worries." Blitz crossed his arms and felt a sense of power over the irritated man. "So back to bed because I'm getting paid to guard your perky ass and—"
Noctis scoffed the imp and walked past him without so much as a rebuttal. He ignored both the rules dictated and the offended gawking of his supposed babysitter that sputtered at his dismissal.
"Hey I'm talking to you, shithead!" Blitz squealed.
"Bite me." Noctis rounded the next corner after he chose to go left.
It didn't take long for Noctis to figure out his stride through the palace how demanding and annoying the imp could be. Not even a moment to catch his breath he found himself carrying the red demon that skittered to catch up and climb his shoulders to lean over and block his view.
"Look kid, I have a job to do and I want to get paid. I don't need to be doing charity work just because you want to be a stubborn bitch with a rod up your ass."
"I'm hungry." Noctis replied honestly with a cold tone, ignoring how Blitz sat on his shoulders and hung over his view continuously with a glare.
"Yeah well the servants brought food to your room and—"
"I want meat." Noctis interrupted bluntly while passing the room of a very out and very hungover Husk. "If I eat anymore protein based salads I'm gonna be shitting green."
Blitz could see this was not going to end the way he wanted. Of course that made him snarl but intimidation was not his strength against Noctis.
An idea though did pop up in his head and made him grin, making himself grin.
"Well—" he sat back up and grabbed the man by his head, forcing it to turn along with his body. "The kitchen is down the other hall dumbass!"
"Hey!" Noctis yelped at the forceful turn and groaned at the pop in his neck.
"Mush!" The imp commanded arrogantly and leaned back to slap his ass. "Damn, that ass is perky!"
Noctis sighed with the lack of energy to argue or fight with the imp riding his shoulders and made his stride in the other direction, checking hallway to hallway that passed with servants and workers cleaning and repairing the more destroyed section of the hotel. He frowned to himself for being the source of all this mess, darkening his behavior wuth his negative thoughts as he came closer to the noisy kitchen.
He walked into the luxurious kitchen to find his mother barking orders about meals and what to prepare for him throughout the day.
Intimidating was part of her personality, but this was not an overlord today. Nope, it was a worried and irritated mother that surprised Noctis with how sharp and attentive she was acting towards the cooks that were downright terrified of her taste-testing a small version of today's breakfast that was brought to his room.
"Where is the meat in this dish!?" Carmilla snapped at the young owl demon, and swat the plate to the floor. "Does my son look like a vegetarian!?"
"N-no." The owl stuttered while a maid clean up her plate.
"Of course not, you dense moron." Carmilla was clearly not in a good mood. "It's plainly obvious from his muscular structure he has a high protein diet. Get it right or I'll be speaking with Prince Stolas about your inability to cook!"
"Yes maam!" The owl took her utensils and scurried back to the ovens with the rest of her fellow chefs.
Both Noctis and Blitz shared the same cringe towards her snappy behavior.
"Are you adopted?" Blitz whispered with a bit of pity.
"Yeah." Noctis whispered back. "She's never like this unless it involves me."
"Right." Blitz nodded before smiling evilly with his plan to start with shouting. "Hey lady, your boy is out of bed!"
Carmilla spun in place and glared with a subtle glow in her red eyes that sent chills down the spines of both boys. She eyed the bandages and bruises all over his form and huffed through her nose like a horse before clicking her heels in the harsh approach to come.
"Asshole." Noctis muttered after Blitz scurried off his shoulders and stepped to the side with a smug grin.
"Noctis Carmine!" The overlord snapped with a firm yank of his arm to bring him in. "You are supposed to resting right now. Who said you can get out of bed!?"
It was expected by the overlord for Noctis to do his usual moment of submission when maternal scolding was to come for his disobedience. However there was not hesitstion or fear in those eyes she was internally glad had returned to normal, nor was there any hitch in his body when she had ahold of his arm.
Instead…..
"I will not have defying me when—"
"Let go!" He barked sharply and yanked his arm free of her grasp.
A gasp of anger and shock left the overlord as Noctis confronted her with the rest of Blitz' crew entering the room to see all the commotion.
One of them wasn't so casual though. She was rather nervous and uncertain with repeated checks of her makeup while her tail swayed happily.
"I will fucking do as I please, mom. If I want to get up and move around I will." Noctis told his mother defiantly with a flicker of his serpent eyes from the transformation.
"How dare you!" Carmilla hissed angrily at her son, confused with a mix of pride at his strength but angry about his defiance.
"Fuck I did my make-up shitty again." Loona whispered, her instincts flaring her emotions again at sensing the dominance in the room.
"Mom," Noctis had no patience and leaned in with a whisper. "Not today. Just not today. I'm liable to lose my shit if you and everyone doesn't get off my ass. Now back the fuck up."
The moment those words left, Noctis walked past his stunned mother and went straight for the line of fridges to find something that was equivalent to meat. He searched and rummaged with annoyance while Carmilla watched with a lack of anger in her eyes now.
She started to worry that something was definitely wrong with her child, especially when he always showed respect to her and was a gentle person.
Worst of all, it did what no one else had done before. It hurt her.
"Is he always like that?" Blitz asked with a cocked brow, watching with Carmilla as Noctis found a platter of grilled chicken and carried it out of the kitchen.
Carmilla narrowed her eyes and shook her head, her hardened glare not matching the crack of worry in her voice.
"No. He's never acted this way before."
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Noctis was alone now with a full stomach, sitting on the highest balcony he could reach in the Goetia Palace. The warmth of the sun kissee his bandaged skin whilst the breeze waved his hair. He maintained a denial of the the damage and the corpses on the palace grounds, his attention blocked of the workers down below by the the recurring memories the speaker used to make him break.
He looked directly to the outlands, glaring at the mountains to break his thoughts of the repeating torment he received.
His mother, his biological, Sera.
Every memory from the speaker, the cries, the screams, they tormented his mind like a home movie on repeat and he couldn't shut it off. He could see Sera completely, thousands of years of suffering at the hands of Adam, all for the sake of keeping him quiet to the public.
The idea of true strength had him rethinking just how tough Sera had to become.
But it still had him feeling the last emotion he would ever express.
Hatred.
"I will save you." He breathed to himself, his grip on the railing showing in his newfound found strength.
The marble cracked from the twitch of pulling back the memory of her first suffering of Adam, her body scattered on the bed of Romna with her legs bleeding as she clutched the sheets, broken and hopeless.
Even with these memories being not his and with how he still didn't know Sera other than that she was tricked into killing him in his previous life, his heart throbbed—
No, his soul screamed to finally free her of Adam and have the oppurtunity to get to know her.
The most though was the need to kill Adam.
"Awful lonely up here." A regal voice mused behind him
Noctis was startled by the voice, and it was a good thing with how he didn't notice his transformation slowly forming again and the rise of his divine aura. He spun around to the goetia standing there so elegantly with authority, smiling and bowing to him while his normal state returned.
"No need to be alarmed, Seraphim Lord."
"And you are?" Noctis asked, bowing back to the prince that did help keep him alive.
That brief moment though gave flicker to realizing he was already bowing— another remembrance of Carmilla teaching him to be formal when she scolded him about keeping image for her reputation.
"Prince Stolas Ars Goetia." The owl answered in a more playful manner and straightened himself. "No need for such formals, dear boy."
"Then why did we bow to one another?" Noctis asked, feeling awkward already by the empty chicken platter by his side.
Why indeed did they bow to one another?
Well that was an easy answer for the goetia prince who approached casually to lean back on the balcony with a curious and arms crossed.
It was definitely an incentive of teasing the man, a playful side Stolas csrried secretly for so very few around him.
But today he wanted to try.
"Well you are the son of the leader of heaven and I prefer not to be smite by heaven out of disrespect." His voice cracked with mirth to go with that smile.
Unfortunately…..
"Of course." Noctis scoffed and kicked the platter over the balcony. "Always the damn formalities!"
Stolas blinked repeatedly to the emotional outburst and watched with a sharper sense of subtley to Noctis' pacing. Sera wasn't just a sensitive topic for Noctis but a downward spiral of torment with how he was instantly angry and wiping his tears that were trying to escape.
No matter how hard he tried thought he couldn't get them to stop and was choking on his emotions with small whimpers.
"I'm sorry." Stolas approached cautiously with his hands out in a friendly surrender. "I should not have—"
"It's not you!" Noctis snapped.
Stolas froze at the aggression when Noctis transformed for a brief moment, flaring that himself briefly with that aura that stirred many power sensitive users in the palace.
Especially one very concerned Charlie that stirred in her uncomfortable sleep.
"You're emotionally unwell." Stolas pointed out, approaching the man cautiously. "Does the High Seraphim bother you?"
Noctis leaned on the balcony once more and exasperated his teary-eyed truth.
"It's barely been a week and in that time I find out my real mother isn't a monster but a victim to Adam and his bullshit. I thought she was a fucking monster but instead she's been suffering for thousands of years!"
Stolas nodded lightly in understsnding his predicament and eyed the flashes of his transformation coming and going, noting each time was from the outbursts.
"You're angry at yourself."
"YES!" Noctis shouted, facing the prince and gesturing to him. "I'M FUCKING PISSED THAT I CAN'T EVEN MEET MY MOTHER FOR REAL AND— AND—"
"Stop." Stolas interrupted sharply with a firm grab of the shoulders. "Take a breath and collect yourself."
"Collect myself !?" Noctis laughed bitterly to the idea, but Stolas held his grip and glared.
"Yes, collect yourself. You are bursting with at the seams with pain and confusion and it's affecting your emotions."
His grip tightened as Noctis felt his dark aura hum with a strange warmth radiating in those red eyes boring into his own. Little did he know it wasn't a threat of power but a sensory for the prince that was trying to understand this sudden ourburst.
Thankfully the answer wasn't hard to find.
"It's your power." Stolas told him in a calmer tone.
"My power?" Noctis asked with a show of calmness at that, surprisingly.
Stolas nodded, "You're growing not just into your power but it's affecting you inside. Your hormones are all over the place because your body is trying to acclimate the fraction of power you did touch."
Noctis frowned in confusion as he realized his emotions have dictated his presence with others the last two days. It wasn't just the thought of Sera that ate at him but the fact his new physical adjustment that now revealed to be taking a toll internally as well. He took it to heart and looked away with bitter shame to remembering how cold and isolated he was to everyone, his memory reflecting to the most important people on his life..
"I've been an ass to everyone."
"Well you certainly owe an apology." Stolas didn't bother asking the reason behind it and simply went back to smiling.
He released Noctis from his grip but carried an idea that guided his hand into pressing against the man's back to guide him on a short walk.
"Come with me. I have a special bath that helps soothe your troubled mind."
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"This is so boring." Angel Dust whined loudly in his bed, pouting like a child that didn't get his favorite toy while Husk poured him a drink.
"Quit bitching." The drunk demon grunted and handed the iced whiskey to his injured friend. "You're still recovering from thwt beating you got."
Angel Dust wanted to protest about how mangled he was underneath the casts and bandages, but the slightest twitch made him wince and reluctantly take said glass to swig it right down while Husk laid a tray of food brought in from earlier.
"Where the fuck is Noctis anyway?" Angel Dust complained after catching his breath, his eyes locked on the door while Husk poured another glass. "That motherfucker owes me cuddlers."
"He's still resting, but I wouldn't say it's much help." Husk answered quizzically.
That didn't sound good at all to the spider demon as his stomach growling forced him to remember to eat.
"What's going on?" He asked after taking in a mouthful of food.
Husk looked away in his own thoughts about Noctis and what he witnessed for the last two days. It bothered him how aggressive the man had been acting lately and started to wonder beyond his motives of minding his own business.
"Husk?" Angel started to worry now.
"I've heard him in his sleep. The kid is having nightmares."
"What kind of nightmares?"
Husk pauses briefly at the memory of peeking inside Noctis' room and seeing the man toss and turn late at night with sweat running down his forehead while Charlie and Vaggie fid their best to calm him down.
"Something about Adam raping his mother."
Angrl froze on his second bite as he wrapped his mind around that factor. He didn't think Husk had said such a thing but the seriousness in his expression confirmed the evil behind such a heinous act.
"Fuck." He breathed in disgust, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No wonder he looks so pissed."
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Noctis stripped down in the family bath, sharing a mild silence with Stolas who watched eyed his form beyond the wings that shivered in response to his emotions. If he had paid attention other than swimming in his own negativity he would take notice to the maids on standby watching and giggling quietly.
Or even the obvious gazing of the goetia prince that got naked as well and puffed his feathers to the physical demonstration in front of him.
"My word, his entire form has adapted. Blitz would be very jealous right now."
That flickering moment of respect was gone when Noctis turned to descend the steps of the bath, his mind so fixated on Sera he ignored his own embarrassment of the maids and how Stolas made owl noises after seeing his most sacred body part.
"Well now..." Stolas had to fan himself and turn away until Noctis was under the bubbles.
"You good?" Noctis asked bluntly before brushing off the maids that were approaching to do their job. "Hey back off! Only Charlie and Vaggie can touch me!"
The maids flinched at his snappy rejection and retreated with reluctance when the prince waved them off after his descent into the water. This was a first for any goetia servant when they were born and bred to please the nobles in any way shape or form.
"But my prince..." one of the maids still tried to protest.
"You heard the seraphim lord." Stolas said matter of factly while Noctis tried to adjust with his wings. "Only his mates are allowed to touch him."
Noctis recoiled a little at the term before the maids accepted defeat, some groaning at the missed oppurtunity while a few actually cried out the door.
"Mates?" He questioned and then flinched at the slam of the door.
"Well that is what you are to the princess and her guard." Stolas gestured with a knowing eye for detail. "Even with us in this bath I can smell their bodies on you, especially the princess."
Noctis didn't have a clue as to how Stolas could pick up smells, but it had him curious enough to smell his own arm pit before taking a body scrub on the edge to scrub.
Naivety was definitely his strong suit. Stolas could see that underneath all the power was just a boy that still needed help understsnding the complexities of hell.
He chuckled and watched the man start to settle down thanks to the oils and scents permeating within the steam.
"Perhaps he just needs direction."
He noticed the meticulous focus from Noctis scrubbing between even his toes and finger, before working on his form that still perplexed his mind.
"Having trouble?" Stolas teased, leaning forward with a curious eye.
"Yeah I am." Noctis huffed, splashing the water out of frustration. "I still don't understand all this!"
Stolas was not complaining about the view or the glistening of his hair. "Your muscles?"
"Yes!" Noctis stood up in the water and gestured dramatically at the now blushing prince. "I was tone before but not like this."
Stolas froze with his eyes wide and locked on the package dripping in front of him, creating an eerie silence to go with Noctis' emotional outbursts.
He quickly followed the prince's gaze and dropped back into the water with the same redness to share and his back turned.
"How many fucking demons down here are perverts?"
"I um….." Stolas had to collect himself this time, his best effort a cough to break the awkwardness. "I believe your muscular development is due to how you transformed against Lyoria. In a way you tapped into part of your power and your body had to acclimate."
"Part?" Noctis kept his back turned and scrubbed.
Stolas took a breath and kept his mind on the matter, nodding to the man's back but still picturing.
"Yes, given what information Lucifer and Carmilla did share we believe your smaller stature was but a shell."
"Great…." Noctis groaned with a bitter smile, chuckling to the ceiling. "So I wasn't even a man originally."
"Why are you so hard on yourself?" Stolas asked.
Noctis frowned and was about to retort but was suddenly hit with last night's confrontation with Charlie and Vaggie when they tried to instigate sex. Guilt was the only thing he could feel when they still wanted to hold him after being denied something they held sacred.
And then Carmilla who only wanted to sure his safety and recovery after the battle, but all he did was act like a child and snap at her.
Not to mention his friends that tried to be understanding.
But most of all...Sera...
He looked down at his own reflection and deepened his frown as he saw the happier times of being a man that thought he was just human. His reflection shifted though to the speaker and her memories Sera enduring Adam's wickedness.
The tears...the helplessness...
"Because I have everyone counting on me to be someone I haven't fully figured out yet."
"The leviathan?" Stolas asked, which made Noctis nod solemnly.
"Yeah, that." He sighed in defeat of his own thoughts. "Not to mention my real mother isn't a monster at all but a victim."
"So I've heard." Stolas puzzled his chin whike the water magically heated up some and more bubbles rose. "Your mate gave quite the detailed explanation as to how Adam has control of heaven."
He pondered this thought forbut a moment and laughed lightly at Noctis, which didn't make any sense when the young lord was pouring out what he could.
"The hell is so funny?" Noctis started to show that lack of control in how his transformation started to form again, his aura bubbling the water and raising the steam in the room.
Until…..
"You." Stolas answered.
Before Noctis could even blink he was met with the prince shifting face to face with the help of dark magic and booped on his nose like a child. He didn't even see Stolas make a subtle shift of position but was clearly right there in front of him and amused.
"You are thinking too many problems at once. Try and focus on one first."
"One?" Noctis disbelieved the suggestion, but Stolas maintained a playful side with adding a gentle touch of his finger to the forehead.
"Your mind is scattered—the revelations of your birth mother, Adam, Lyoria, and now your loved ones—you are not sure where to start after that hellhound used herself to save us."
"Moria....." Noctis breathed her name longingly. "That's why I'm so.... angry."
He didn't know how to argue with that. His expression alone admitted defeat to the fact his behavior was unacceptable no matter the pain he had been feeling. Yes he suffered a great deal and was now thrusted responsibility to go with his untapped power, but to push everyone away did not justify anything.
He had a feeling there would a be a series of scoldings to come, and right now it was vital for him to have reminder that he wasn't alone. Although for now he would rather stay in the soothing bath water and hide from the one woman he owed the biggest apology.
"And I've been pushing Charlie and Vaggie away."
"Do you really believe pushing the princess and that guard away will do any good when they are so scared for your well-being?" Stolas asked, rubbing the man on his shoulder.
"No." Noctis replied, unsure how he would make up for his behavior.
Noctis took on an emotion akin to surrender and continued talking with guilt in his voice.
"All Charlie has done is try to help talk me through it, but I keep pushing her away the most. I've been so ate up with everything that I've pushed everyone away but snapped at Charlie the most. Vaggie doesn't try because she has her own problems."
Stolas felt a shred of maturity grow on the man and figured he would need to make his own apology soon.
But not without the harshest truth.
"The princess is mostly scared because in the hospital you coded twice."
Noctis blinked at Stolas' admission, and stares blankly with knowing her clinginess now.
"I coded?"
Stolas only nodded and figured out what he was thinking while staring at his watery reflection.
"Your mother, Carmilla, your mates, they are hard on you because—"
"They are scared." Noctis finished that sentence, pinching the bridge of his nose at his own stupidity. "God I'm so stupid."
Stolas nodded, "Yes but you are young."
Finally something broke in that emotional wall Noctis had built inside, a crack that leaked from the memories of his time being with The Speaker of God when his spirit was separated and how she showed his girls and their suffering when he was unconscious.
He thought back to the first image of Charlie and Vaggie in that hospital room— Charlie cuddling his side and crying in his neck while Vaggie took the other side in silence.
He could still hear that plea from when The Speaker showed just how much Charlie needed him.
That faint whisper would never be forgotten.
"Please don't die....Please...
Noctis looked down at his rippling reflection and saw with his own imagination both girls behind him, smiling and happy as can be with him.
Then finally Moira shifting in and hugging Max one last time.
The guilt finally became too much.
"Let it out." Stolas said quietly, and Noctis did.
He clenched his eyes shut but gushed under the safety of the steam in the royal bath with Stolas rubbing his back tenderly between his wings.
His sobs grew into echoes and he made no attempt to stop or calm himself. Noctis knew just how badly he needed to cry and get it out how much pain and pressure he was enduring.
He choked out every word with Stolas listening.
"I get stabbed and—and then this Lyoria guy but then—then Angel gets hurt and Moira saves us and..."
"She sounds special." Stolas commented with a gentle smile.
He nodded vigourously and cried out the truth.
"She made me promise to be the best dad and alpha for Max before she—she...."
He broke down completely.
"I have to fix this... I have to tell everyone how sorry I am."
"Let yourself go for the moment." Stolas suggested and continued rubbing his back.
Noctis couldn't agree more of letting go the tension in his body, but he shook his head and held the only thought he surmised to being a proper apology.
"Can I use your kitchen?"
Well that certainly wasn't the response Stolas expected.
Meanwhile in Heaven
Sera'a eyes became became hard and focused as she looked over again and again with the council the transformation Noctis displayed during his fight with Lyoria, studying each detail no matter how small so that they had an understanding to the depth of the power never witnessed during the time of Romna.
"It's very clear that my son had tapped into the leviathan but what we witnessed was but a piece of what he can become."
The council was murmuring and watching almost as intensely as the high seraphim. Their thoughts were on the same collected memory of Romna when he transformed into the beast during the treachery of Adam tricking them all into killing him.
However, instead of guilt to their past actions there was only need for knowing what exactly made Noctis so powerful for a short period of time against Lyoria.
"Why did he survive this time when he could not as Romna?" Gabriel asked as the orb paused on two images of comparison.
Sera did a lot of thinking about that and flew down to the orb to show what her thoughts had concluded.
"Back then, Romna was forced to transform without proper training and used the full might of the Leviathan. Doing so resulted in his body straining and wearing down quickly."
She took in a deep breath and continued to explain.
"But in this image we see Noctis only tapped into a fraction that was not as dangerous to his body, meaning what we witnessed was him fighting without strain."
"But why did he physically change?" Emily asked innocently, tilting her head at her sister whike the council nodded in agreement to the mystery.
"Perhaps I can answer that." Uriel spoke up from his seat.
The council, including Sera, turned their attention to the archangel that had been studying quietly from his table section with his fellow archangels that held a lingering hope now that Michael would be saved and returned to his empty seat.
It was no mystery Uriel was the source of wisdom and knowledge. It was his persona, his very title as an archangel, and finally he would give insight after everything.
"Please enlighten us about my son." Sera requested politely, watching him join her in flying by the orb.
Said archangel squinted his eyes as he pieced together his thoughts to share with everyone.
"When Romna was configured from angel to divine beast he wasn't trained at all except in some combat by Michael, not magical prowess. That battle in hell when Adam fooled us all forced him to use his full might without any understanding or growth."
He turned to Sera and gave his answer.
"I believe you're right. He's only tapped a small fraction of the leviathan, and like his body his power is growing and adapting to what it needs to be."
"So right now he is adolescent?" Sera puzzled her chin before glaring at Uriel. "And this transformation is his body's way of adjusting?"
Uriel nodded and answered as she continued to fly gracefully in thought. "I believe his body will develop this transformation. The deeper he taps into the leviathan the more profound it will be, maybe even to a point where he will fully achieve being the leviathan without any restraint."
"But that would mean what we witnessed was a mere child's play of power."
"It's not uncommon." Uriel gestured to the other image of Romna. "When he was Romna the transformation alone shook all of heaven and hell."
"So he needs training." Sera sighed her frustration, running her hands through her feathery hair. "But there is no one with vast knowledge of the power he possesses except….."
She paused bitterly with pursed lips to the only pair of angels that were assigned in the past.
"Except who?" Emily asked from her seat.
The High Seraphim looked up to her sister and frowned with Uriel the knowing of the two brothers that were given such high honors only by god.
"His teachers—Michael and Lucifer. Michael was his combat trainer while Lucifer helped him develop his powers, but Lucifer was cast out before that training could begin."
A gasp escaped Emily while the council murmured in remembrance of the past.
"But can we trust Lucifer?" Uriel asked himself while Sera commanded the orb to play out Noctis for his present event.
"I don't know." Sera breathed, touching the orb and watching her son return from his bath with Stolas and moved rapidly in the kitchen for whatever reason. "But we have to maintain our faith in Noctis being strong enough to develop himself."
"What's he doing?" Jophiel asked, watching the man move shirtless around the kitchen in haste while cooking wuth a bewildered Stolas taking notes.
Sera was no fool to the hasty actions of her son, watching him fail and succeed miserably around the kitchen with Stolas using dark magic to keep the kitchen clean while the cooks were standing away at command.
She smiled at seeing him so frustrated and worried while trying to kneed and spin dough in his hands.
"He's cooking?" Emily questioned.
"He is." Sera ran her hand over his image, longing to touch her child once more. "Seems he is trying to make an apology to those he hurt by cooking."
"Why doesn't he just snap his fingers?" Raphael asked, knowing he could just summon food.
Or so he thought...
"Because he no longer has that power." Sera breathed the answer whilst her mind played back to the reason only she knew.
"He doesn't?" Emily wasn't so certain herself, and snapped her own fingers to make a bowl of ice cream appear. "But we all can do it."
"No." Sera laughed innocently, smiling at her confused sister. "Because originally it was only Romna's power but he gave it to Beezlebub. It was the spark of their love."
"Love?" Emily questioned, gazing around to the council that carried the same nervousness of remembering the demon. "But Sera, why would he do that?"
"Well," Sera sighed dramatically. "Because Romna was her husband, and in a way he still is.... As Noctis."
"What!?" Emily screeched.
Suddenly the truth wasn't as memorable for Sera as she had thought, a rush of regret came with remembering part of the reason behind the sins and their fall from grace as she took in a shaky breath.
Thousands of years later she could still see and hear Beezlebub on that fateful day of casting her out with the others. There was no escape from that horrible day, but it did collect her thoughts about the one source that caused it all.
Adam...
"YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND! YOU DAMM TRAITOR! I WILL BE BACK TO CUT YOU DOWN!"
Her mind finally went to another important matter with Noctis while Emily continued to try and process everything.
Sera changed the orb to show the sin and her whereabouts, but doing so made her breath pause when it showed the demon arguing with Lucifer in the council chamber while Ozzy played it smart and just watched.
Her eyes widened with realization as to what the argument could be.
"Oh no..."
"Wait. Wait. Wait." Emily repeatedly dramatically and shook her head before zooming to into Sera's personal space wuth a flap of her wings. "You're saying Noctis, even though he's not Romna anymore, is somehow married to her."
Sera broke away from her own concerns and nodded, knowing they were about to have a long talk.
"Yes, it's their vows that made it so when Beezlebub was still one of us."
Emily couldn't maintain her calmness anymore, it showed with how her eye twitched in the silence she gave to her sister.
Not that it lasted long.
"HOW!?"
Sera rolled her eyes, a slight annoyance at the past coming back to haunt her.
"Because Romna and Beezlebub went against my wishes and married in the mortal realm, making their own vows and writing them in blood."
"But who officiated the marriage?" Emily tilted her head.
Sera hated that answer, but she reluctantly to the culprit that caused such a mess.
"Lucifer, before he fell."
Back at The Goetia Palace
Charlie and Vaggie were two women on a mission after getting up late and out of bed, scouring the halls and rooms with malice that clouded their conflict of the ex-angrl matter and replaced with snapped patience of Noctis being such a jerk lately.
They had enough of his aggression, his dismissal of their love and care for his problems, but most importantly they had enough of him ignoring Lucifer's order of resting and wandering the palace while everyone was recovering from the attack.
Charlie especially had enough of his crap after last night still playing in her head.
Charlie sat on the edge of the bed with a conflicting mix of reluctance and acceptance after the late argument and attempt to get him to open up about everything that happened since the meeting with heaven. She shook with unneeded sobs of heartache that resulted in the man refusing to talk to either of them or even so much as glance at their forms.
She was at a loss after he screamed at her, the man she loved with all her heart usually so kind and gentle was not the man storming into the bathroom to have himself another hot shower.
It was very obvious he was cooped up and hurting inside, but it was worse when she sat there in Vaggie's arms, wearing nothing under their robes and rejected when they came to a truce long enough for intimacy.
"Charlie it's not your fault." Vaggie whispered lovingly, pecking the princess on her cheek before glaring at their man.
"Noctis….." she looked up from the floor, a puddle of tears from her broken heart. "Why won't you talk to us?"
She watched as he threw off his clothes angrily and turned on the water.
"Baby please, just talk to me!" She begged desperately, reaching out but stopped by Vaggie as the water ran. "Talk to us!"
It was her nature to help others, especially when something bothered them. But for Noctis it felt to be her duty as his lover to figure out what had him so angry that he would argue and yell.
"Noctis please." She begged again before sobbing at how he slammed the door and woke up Max. "Don't shut us out!"
"Go to bed!" He snapped from the other side of the bathroom.
Charlie flinched in Vaggie's arms, and for a long moment to their horror there was no understanding to where Noctis went because the man with them now wasn't him.
"Where did you go?" She whimpered.
"When I find him….." she growled with her horns present as she stomped through room after room with everyone making a clear path for the two.
Vaggie was just as pissed and fed up with Noctis and his recent behavior, fuming to her core and stomping next to the princess as they searched like two malicious bloodhounds.
"He had no right being so mean." Charlie huffed, kicking a dustpan that was filled by a now irritated maid. "I mean, what has gotten into him these couple of days!?"
"I don't know." Vaggie was just as confused and hurt underneath the anger they shared. "He even avoided sex yesterday before snapping at you."
"Right!" Charlie exclaimed dramatically wuth her horns flaring. "I was just trying to be supportive and help him cope!"
"You're not the only one." Vaggie muttered, glaring away with regret and shame.
Charlie didn't need to calm down to understand what was eating Vaggie up. The tension between them still managed to stay as they tried to focus on finding Noctis.
Finally they both stopped into the hall but an eerie silence passed between about Vaggie's former life, a connection still strained by a lack of trust and respect as their eyes locked during the need to find Noctis.
"Did Noctis know?" Charlie asked after she crossed her arms and glared away.
"Yes." Vaggie nodded without a moment of hesitation, but there was a pause when Charlie took in a deep breath. "But he didn't judge me for it."
"Why?" Charlie exclaimed, feeling slightly betrayed. "Why did he forgive you!?"
"He didn't forgive. He just didn't judge me for it!" Vaggie yelled, pouring herself into defending him.
Charlie's eyes widen at that surprising answer coming from her nervous but firm girlfriend that finally had enough of the tension between them.
"He didn't judge me, Charlie. He felt he had no right in the first place."
"But you kept it secret from him to!" Charlie countered, but it only served to stab Vaggie where it hurt the most in her heart.
For the first time she showed vulnerability to the princess, crying from her one good eye while they still had the emptiness of the hallway.
"I lied to you. I kept it secret from him. I was scared okay." Vaggie finally admitted, hugging herself tightly of the shame. "I regret everything I did back then. I especially regret hurting you, but I can't take this hatred from you anymore."
"Vaggie…." Charlie didn't know what to say to this side of her, or to think when the woman she loved was being something other than cold and judgmental.
"Let's just find Noctis!" Vaggie didn't give the princess the chance to touch her. Swiftly she moved around and continued the search while wiping her eye.
Charlie didnt stop the conversation at that though, not with so much unsaid. She was quick to follow the former angel as they listened to shouting that grew the closer they got.
"I don't hate you. I still love you." She tried to be genuine this time but made no attempt to hold her hand. "I just need time to process."
Normally Vaggie would be understanding in the matter, but not this time. She continued to march towards the shouting without missing a beat or taking her focus off the conflict ahead.
"Love you to but that doesn't mean you can call me a perfect soldier like you did in the hospital." Vaggie snipped each word with finality as they lacked affection. "You're not the one who was bred to be a killer."
Charlie opened her mouth but immediately clamped it shut, knowing that part of Vaggie she had no right to talk about. If anything it was holding secrets and the bitterness she displayed this whole time.
Guilt was a poisonous thing between, makijg their focus not a want but now a need for something to avoid the wedge in their relationship.
It would only last so long though.
"Well that's not Noctis." Vaggie huffed out of frustration once they got to the doors.
"No." Charlie broke from her negative thinking and grew curious at shouting. "It sounds like my dad and Beezlebub."
Whatever it was it had both girls on edge as they peeked inside with a slight push of the door and looked to find Lucifer standing his ground against a very desperate and angry sin that was in his face and screaming.
"He's been back for a year now and you never fucking told me!" Beezlebub was fuming from the mouth, or in her case she was bubbling with hot honey dripping from her maw as she breathed heavily with the third eye on her head locked on the king.
Both girls continued to stay hidden as Lucifer didn't know whether to be gentle about this or simply use his authority to make Beezlebub calm down. He hated when someone would disrespect him, especially his space, but part of him could understand why the angrily sobbing demon had the gall to snap and rage at him.
"He is not Romna. His name is Noctis now and this is his life." He replied calmly, making even Ozzy glare with disapproval.
"I don't fucking care!" Beezlebub snapped, thrusting a finger in the direction of Noctis' shared room.
She cried out every word with need, with longing while her emotions took control.
"That is my husband, reincarnated or not. I don't care who he is now because the vows we took are beyond life and death."
"Regardless, he is with—"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!" She roared, erupting pools of honey all over the council room. "I DON'T CARE IF HE IS WITH THAT LITTLE SHITHEAD OF A DAUGHTER YOU HAVE."
"Do you think she has a history with Romna?" Charlie whispered before getting shushed by the former angrl.
Beezlebub's anger was palpable and dangerous, pools of her power radiating all over the room as she started having a tantrum during Lucifer's unnoticed gaze to Charlie and Vaggie.
"You know what!" She began to smile deviously with her back turned, but it drew the king's attention again. "Fuck this. I'm done playing by your rules. He's my husband and I will take him back as I please."
Charlie and Vaggie heard every word and gasped, knowing they had no power to stop the queen of gluttony from her tirade or her declaration that followed with her demeanor suddenly shifting back to the provocative and sassy demon she is.
Lucifer had other plans though when his expression darkened, a plan already in his head as he crossed his arms to hide his index finger that had a small glow as it waved.
"Besides," Beezlebub laughed confidently and ran her hands down her sides, expressing her body with pride. "Romna or not, he's my husband by law since our vows were officiated in your domain."
Charlie's eyes widened at that revelation.
She perked up with confidence at that point and slapped her own backside with a little jiggle to it. "And I know he won't resist my perky ass."
"Think so?" Lucifer challenged, rolling his eyes and keeping her distracted while his finger waved more.
"Oh I know so." Beezlebub purred needily, smiling with pride at her intentions. "After all, nobody can love him like I do. I am his bumblebee after all."
"Charlie….." Vaggie whispered after looking down to the glow on the floor that caught her eye. "Look down."
Charlie didn't look at first until the glow brightened and shined into view. She looked down to the floor and found magical etching on the marble that said only two words from her father.
"Bite Him…."
Charlie didn't know the meaning behind that message as her father hardened his expression during Beezlebub's declaration. She looked to her father again and then back down when his finger weaved another message at her feet.
"Bite him, Charlie!"
"Bite him?" She whispered to herself, wondering what this could mean while Vaggie tried to find an answer to it herself.
Lucifer was about to explode with anxiety that his daughter wasn't catching on like he had hoped. He had taught her about this before. He bored it into her skull when she was a teenager and now he needed her to recall the meaning of biting someone you love.
"Bite him?" Charlie asked herself with a puzzled chin.
Suddenly it all came back to her, the power behind what a simple bite could do. Her eyes lit up with that same deep red in combine of her horns sprouting. Of course such a memory and understanding her father gave her a new spring in her step while Vaggie had some concern as to what she was thinking.
"Charlie, you okay sweetie?" The former angel touched her shoulder for a brief moment.
Charlie only nodded to her father who smiled in response and resumed dealing with Beezlebub. Slowly, quietly, she tip-toed away from the door with Vaggie cocking an eyebrow.
Beezlebub caught glimpse of the crack in the doors when Lucifer smiled, but failed to understand why he was acting that way and continued her tirade.
Not that it would take long for her to realize what Lucifer did when the same message on the floor caught her.
"I know what he meant by biting Noctis ." Charlire whispered.
Before Vaggie could ask, Charlie spun in place and kicked her feet into high gear, running like it was her kife in the line and disappearing with a concerned girlfriend to follow.
"Charlie what's wrong?"
Vaggie was doing her best to keep up with the princess, but even she couldn't keep up for ling with how determined Charlie was to find Noctis. Whatever went through the princess' head after Lucifer's message was something that made her growl with determination as she rounded the corner.
Vaggie was hot on her trail when she rounded the same corner to see Charlie run through a group of maids that were talking about Noctis actually.
Hearing his name made the princess come to a screeching halt with fire at her feet, and glare back with a red intensity while her hair whipped out of their bands.
"Where is he?" She growled dangerously at the recovering maids, not even paying attention to Vaggie grabbing her hand.
"Charlie you're freaking me out."
"Kitchen." One of the maid groaned in pain, unaware of the dangerous determination in how Charlie was slowly letting her demon form take place.
Suddenly the animosity from Beezlebub earlier radiated through the halls, and both girls looked back to the roaring sin crashing against a wall after failing to slow down.
"Don't you fucking dare!" She screeched, her true form showing again while Lucifer tried to restrain her with good chains. "Don't you fucking dare you little shit!"
"What the hell!?" Vaggie was both shocked and fearful of the sin clawing her way to them desperately in defiance of the chains that sprang out of nowhere and revealed to be Lucifer's doing.
"Go Charlie!" Lucifer planted his feet after flying turned out to be useless in this situation.
"He's mine!" Beezlebub clawed the ground harder.
He tightened his grip on his magical chains that pulsed around Beezlebub. "Go!"
Charlie was already in a possessive nature as is with how dangerously needy she wanted to let her demon nature take control. Everything—her mind, body and soul—screamed to fight the queen of gluttony and establish the dominance of who Noctis belong to.
The same dark form from when Stella threatened Noctis had begun to grow over her skin, but thankfully she wasn't as cooperative to falling into her power unlike the rest of her kind.
Willfully she shook it off and resumed running with Vaggie to the kitchen.
"You can't have him!" Beezlebub thrashed and dragged harder as Lucifer's boots scraped across the floor. "He's my husband you little bitch!"
"Should have never officiated that wedding." Lucifer growled through his sweaty efforts.
Of course Ozzy just stood back and watched while on the phone with his own lover, grinning at the drama with nostalgia.
"Yeah baby, she's gone feral."
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"NOCTIS!" Charlie barked after bursting through the kitchen doors in a fiery fashion.
The boom alone made the made jump in fright with Stolas and drop the food he was prepping on the lined up counters. His emotional response was no longer the same with how his wings flared out and the eyes from before shot open before closing when seeing it was just her.
"Jesus, Charlie!" He leaned back on the oven panting and clutching his chest. "You almost gave me a damn heart attack!"
"My word." Stolas gasped into his hand at the behavior. "She seems rather peeved."
Noctis had the strangest sensation that he was in deep trouble as Vaggie closed and locked the kitchen doors. And for the safety of his well-being, and a suffocating amount of guilt, he spoke to the determined princess that was completely locked on him.
"Charlie I know you're angry with me and you have right to—"
"Show me your neck!" Charlie demanded.
Before Noctis could even flinch at such a demand, he felt Charlie grasp his hand and calm down slightly to a more needy behavior while Vaggie rushed over to hold the other.
He looked at both girls and showed confusion at their actions.
Charlie worked fast to collect her thoughts while the chaos outside the doors drew closer.
"Noctis….."
Noctis was the first to snap out of his confusion and squeezed their hands tightly, holding them like a lifeline.
"Why do you need my neck?"
"Because that's how you will apologize properly."
"With my neck?"
He saw Charlie's eyes narrow slightly and shine with tears, which made him wonder what could have her and Vaggie so distraught.
"Yes with your neck. If you're truly sorry for being so mean and snappy then close your eyes and show me your neck."
Noctis looked at her sternly but then sighed in defeat and closed his eyes before tilting his head.
Charlie gulped audibly and took Vaggie's free hand, forming a circle while the muffled chaos drew near.
"Do you love us?" She asked.
He nodded at her and spoke with his heart.
"I love you both so much it hurts. I've been such an asshole because I'm scared and angry with everything that's happened. But that doesn't excuse hurting you and Vaggie and I'm so sorry for being shitty towards you both."
"We forgive you and we love you to." Charlie replied with a stronger mindset. "But you have to prove it."
"How?" He asked.
"You have to say that you accept Vaggie and me as yours."
"But I already—"
"Just say it!" She raised her voice before looking back to the doors.
Noctis wasn't sure how this could be important in their relationship, but he nodded willingly and took a breath unbeknownst to the magic seeping out of Charlie and trailing up his skin.
"Charlie, I accept you and Vaggie as mine."
"And we claim you as our mate."
That surprised him to opening his eyes. "What did you—"
Charlie didn't wait another second and sank her fangs into his neck, invoking a yelp of sharp agony from the man just before Beezlebub busted through the doors.
"Dammit!" She screamed, eyes wide in anger of the magic that erupted.
Wind from an unknown source gusted under the three as the bite brought out a taste for Charlie she never thought would be so inviting to her. Her magic pooled in a golden glow at their feet as she groaned with delight and suckled on the wound that flowed on her tongue.
Said glow brightened in front of her smug father before shattering into a singular chain that shackled one wrist for each lover together before disappearing.
The taste was almost a drug for Charlie when she finally pulled away to see with great satisfaction that her bite would scar on him.
She smirked and licked her lips Noctis caught his breath and collected his thoughts through the pain.
"Charlie," he clutched a hand to said bite and winced. "What did you just do?"
"I claimed you for Vaggie and I. You're our mate now.... For life."
Noctis didn't react the way he was expected to by Charlie when she stepped back with the whole kitchen falling into silence after she made that statement with everyone now in the room after hearing all the commotion.
She was back to normal to Vaggie's relief, and bit her lip nervously with tense thoughts as to how he would act now, or if he would react at all.
"I just love a good drama." Stolas chortled with a clap of his hands and watched.
Noctis raised an eyebrow before cracking his neck to the still bleeding pain and showing a remarkable amount of calmness.
"I thought that was already established."
Charlie's eyes widened and she beamed with a smile at his compliance.
"It is now. You belong to Vaggie and me!"
Lucifer couldn't restrain Beezlebub any longer and lost his grip of the chains, but surprisingly the sin herself was grinning dangerously while the chains slipped off her body.
She stood up straight and glared at Charlie who hugged Noctis tightly and soat her tongue out.
"You think it's over?" The sin asked before slowly sauntering over with a sway of her hips. "I'll give you credit for the mate claim, but it doesn't change the fact that he is legally bound to me."
Charlie and Vaggie were not surprised by the determination of this sin, but it didn't stop them from showing their dominance of having Noctis by getting between him and the demoness that licked her lips hungrily the closer she got.
Noctis on the other hand of the whole ordeal was absolutely dumbfounded by the hostility of his lovers and this mystery demon he had yet to meet.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked with a hint of fear.
He looked to Lucifer who only gulped audibly and smiled before squeaking, "Sorry buddy."
"What's going on?" Beezlebub laughed at that question after repeating Noctis.
She moved Charlie and Vaggie out of the way from attacking, using some honey to knock them out of the way with a wave of her hand.
"Shit!" Vaggie yelled after getting back to her feet.
Unfortunately for both girls the honey coated them to the floor with strands sticking like super glue to their forms, and all they could do was thrash and scream.
"I'll tell you what's going on, honey." The sin purred.
"Noctis stay away from her!" Charlie screamed before glaring at the king. "Dad help him!"
To her shock and surprise though came the annoying whistling of her father as he tiptoed out of the room, avoiding both the confrontation and the wrath of his daughter.
For now that is....
She gawked at the betrayal of her father abandoning them, leaving them to deal with his mess while Noctis was backed against the corner.
"YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Oh this is better than a soap opera." Stolas commented before taking a seat to watch.
Beezlebub narrowed her eyes mischievously before she used her lower hands to grab the man while the other two told held his face, caressing his skin with such need and remembrance that made her wings buzz.
Noctis looked up to the overly tall demoness and felt his body stiffen when she inhaled the scent of his hair deeply. He noticed her tail losing its flow to curl around his waist possessively while Charlie tried to use fire to break feel.
"I can't believe you're here." She whispered lovingly, inhaling his scent again.
"HE IS OUR MATE!" Charlie raged as her flames started melting the honey.
Noctis' expression changed from confusion to awkward nervousness as he felt her arms tighten. He tried to use his power to teleport but found only a crackle of his divine energy that sparked between him and the sin that giggled at his situation.
"What's wrong my love?" She crooned, petting his head after pressing it to her breasts. "Having trouble since your transformation fluctuated your body, or is it me?"
Noctis was wide eyed and as red as a tomato at feeling both the fluff and her breasts whike the difference in strength was obviois. He pushed and struggled but his own power betrayed him while her emphasis of affection showed in the way she dragged her tongue over his head.
"I missed grooming you, like I did back in heaven."
"Damn, she's got it bad for him." Blitz whisperred to his gang.
"Well she is somehow his wife from a different life." Moxxie whispered back, a much obvious statement from during the battle with Lyoria.
Still, it did cause a reaction from someone raising their hackles with mild jealousy as she watched the sin hold onto Noctis.
"That bitch isn't winning agaim." Loona growled quietly but didn't go unheard by Blitz.
Of course he smirked and looked up to his daughter bristling while the situation got worse for the divine beast.
"What the fuck is going on?" Noctis yelled between her breasts, absolutely trapped by the queen of gluttony.
"Let go of him, bitch!" Vaggie ordered on deaf ears, struggling to move her spear after summoning it in the honey strings.
Beezlebub sighed in content of Charlie and Vaggie being trapped in their, but the buzz to her intoxicating reunion was how she Noctis in her arms while they were tormented at the helplessness of her overpowering him with her body.
"I won't let you go again." She said whispered.
"Let go of me!" Noctis demanded. He didn't understand why he was struggling to break free from the demon other than how his power was not coming at his command.
Beezlebub only inhaled and used her top hands to cup his face and force his gaze up to her.
"Never again." She said with determination.
Time had seemed to stop for everybody in the room when Noctis froze with her in the touch that came after her words.
"You bitch!" Charlie flared her power higher and started breaking free.
Noctis couldn't move but the muffling of his lips was clear enough for everybody to see and hear when the queen of gluttony pressed her lips to him and expressed her dominance by using her lower hands to press his to her rear.
Noctis couldn't shake this and he didn't have any way to with her holding him and his strength not working on command. Still he tried to resist and hoped for a miracle.
"Who is this bitch!?"
Beezlebub narrowed her eyes mischievously before she shoved her tongue in his mouth, putting her victory as a tasteful motion before Charlie and Vaggie broke free and rushed over in a duo of possessiveness and rage.
"Fucking bitch!" Vaggie leaped into the air with her spear raised.
When the kiss parted he looked up to her winking at him before finally separating with a taunting leap just before Vaggie hit her mark.
His expression changed from fearful to befuddled whilst standing back at the forceful push of both his mates that snarled dangerously at the cocky sin.
"Stay back baby!" Charlie commanded, radiating hellfire in her hair and horns.
"Who the fuck is that?" He replied questioningly after stumbling against the kitchen counter.
Beezlebub moaned with ecstasy of the
taste on her tongue, licking the saliva off her lips before giving both girls more of her confident mockery.
"You two have a lot of nerve claiming him as your mate when he belongs to me."
"He belongs to us!" Charlie screamed wuth her power raising the temperature in the room.
"Who are you!?" Noctis yelled, his mind swimming with so much confusion.
The sin looked past the hostile duo and flicked her hip out in a seductive pose, pressing two of her hands whilst savoring the kiss and giving him the sassy attitude everyone knew her to have.
She was going to enjoy this.
"Hi there." She gave a playful wave of her fingers and beamed her usual attitude. "I'm Beezlebub—Queen of Gluttony and party goddess, but most importantly I am your wife."
"MY WHAT!?" He shouted while Stolas continued to watch with chittering delight.
"This is better than tv!"
Charlie and Vaggie narrowed their eyes dangerously as she posed again in a more seductive manner. They couldn't believe how determined she was to make Noctis hers, but they to were also determined to protect him after making him their mate.
"That's right honey. You and me, married when you were Romna." She hummed lustfully to the bewildered. "And baby, we have a lot to catch up on. I know we can start in bed."
"Not happening!" Vaggie tightened her grip on the spear, ready with Charlie to intervene and create a fight in the kitchen.
Or so they thought….
"Out of the way!" A familiar voice shouted, startling everyone into silence.
Pushing through the crowd of demons came a still very injured and also very needy and pissed off Angel Dust with Husk helping him limp into the room. His body was as Noctis had feared and avoided seeing for two day.
His eyes were wide with horror and pity as they all watched the pornstar grunt and yelp with each step taken closer.
"Angel….." Noctis felt his heart drop into his stomach when the spider demon was casted or bandaged all over his body, covering very little of the bruises under his fluff.
Angel winced with his throbbing pain but forced half of his signature smile.
"Angel you need to rest." Charlie worried, calming down a little but ignored by her perverted friend and grabbed Noctis by his arm.
"I thought you said I was family to you?" Angel questioned whilst fighting the tears from his pain.
Noctis' expression changed to disbelief as Angel Dust continued talking, shifting from painfully calm to determined.
"I took a beating for you, got mangled the fuck up. And you've avoided me the entire time and that ain't fair to me."
Noctis couldn't shake that fact away any longer and he didn't want to openly admit it. He didn't want to bear seeing how broken Angel was when it made him so guilty. Angel's voice though, that crack in his voice that made everyone go quiet, it shattered any avoidance Noctis had.
He looked away, defeated and sighing at his own stupidity.
"No it's not. I've been avoiding you because I've been scared how you would look."
"Well you're gonna make up for it."
Angel Dust kept a stern gaze this time and saw the resistance gone this time from Noctis. Truth be told he expected the man to be more defiant, but seeing this compliance so easily earned made him smile inside while a thought came to mind.
"Name it." Said Noctis, ignoring the gazes from everyone.
He really should not have said that, because the spider demon was still conniving even if battered and bruised.
That internal smile came out though, cracking on Angel's face as he held his head high with one finger up.
"You're my personal servant for the next twenty-four hours with no interruptions."
Noctis blinked in suprise of that demand. He expected worse, so much worse from Angel Dust given the history of his touchy and flirtatious acts. He honestly expected the spider demon to demand something that would be out of line to his new mate development with Charlie and Vaggie.
He was relieved and grateful to do something so simple, even nodding in agreement before catching said demon when he fell back dramatically into his arms and continued his demand.
"And starting now you're gonna carry me wherever I want to go, like a princess. And right now I want you to carry me back to my bed, cuddle me, eat popcorn, and watch tv."
Charlie and Vaggie could only giggle at such silly demands, knowing they could trust Angel with Noctis.
Even the man himself laughed and gave his willingness by walking out without argument.
"I can do that." Noctis whispered and showed the love he had for Angel by pressing his forehead to his.
"And stop being a grumpy." Angel closed his eyes with the man, smiling with him. "You're too pretty to be an asshole. That's my job."
"Okay." Noctis choked a laugh from under the tears he had for Angel before lesving the room.
"Awwww, that's so sweet." Millie gushed at their tender momwnt with Moxxie nodding in agreement.
Beezlebub on the other hand was confused and annoyed that Noctis smiled and laughed with Angel Dust. All she could do was watch him carry the demon out of the kitchen while his two mates gave her smug grins.
"What the fuck did I just witness?" She asked rudely.
"A bond." Charlie said matter-of-factly with her arms crossed. "A very special bond they have."
"A bond?" Beezlebub scoffed at the idea and rolled her eyes. "Please, the only bond he needs is his wife."
"Sure, tell yourself that." Vaggie commented and followed Charlie out of the kitchen. "You're just a freak to Noctis after what you did. Angel is family to him."
The queen of gluttony couldn't think of anything to say as the kitchen cleared out and she was watched Ozzy as Noctis made his way down the hall carrying Angel.
"Did I just lose to a pornstar?" She asked incredulously, getting a laugh from her fellow sin.
"I think you did sweetie."
Beezlebub growled her frustration and suddenly kicked a nearby mop bucket, tightening her jaw to the jealousy she felt, knowing she had a lot of work to do in order to get Noctis.
"Yeah well fuck that porn asshole and fuck princess peaches and cream and her guard dog. I'll just have to up my game and show how obsolete they are!"
Ozzy liked the sound of that, knowing she would do some rather perverted things to get Noctis and he would be amused.
Meanwhile for Lucifer…..
"Oh daddy~" Charlie sang with a dangerous tone of voice, her eyes burning red as she scoured room to room.
She giggled angrily while entering a dark guest room, sensing tension with Vaggie behind her while the king was in hiding.
"Come out now." She gave a too sweet of voice in that command and stepped inside, permeating hellfire and darkness.
"Think he's in here?" Vaggie askee colsly before closing the door, glaring slowly around the room that shined thanks to the demon princess.
A soft crack sounded from said princess as she looked over her shoulder to the former angel, her smile wide and so sinister it would give Alastor a run for his souls.
"I can smell his fear." She whispered, her demon form making Vaggie almost shudder.
Lucifer was currently hiding under a bed, morphed into a snake and coiled in the darkness whilst trying to avoid the inescapable fury of his daughter for the one thing he had done.
"You broke your promise dad." Charlie sang with a terrifying echo. "You promised no more secrets about Noctis' old life, but now Vaggie and I have to deal with Beezlebub saying she is his wife."
Lucifer was beyond terrified as the footsteps of both girls drew closer. He shook like a leaf with crocodile tears in his eyes and watched his princess slowly move with predatory intent.
"Oh fuck. She's possessive like her mother! I'm sorry Noctis!"
"Vaggie and I want answers."
The distant footsteps stopped at the edge of the bed and very sharpened nails reached down. The atmosphere alone had the king almost whimpering as the sheets lifted slowly in unison of Charlie's head descending to see if he was down there.
"I can hear your heartbeat." She giggled evily.
"For the love of all that is unholy, don't find me!"
Another audible neck crack echo slightly in the room with said princess jerking her head to see under the bed.
Lucifer held his breath and somehow began to sweat through his scales while watching her smile widen.
"There you are."
Suddenly Charlie laid flat on the floor and crawled hastily like a monster in the darkness, frightening her father into a tiny scream.
All Lucifer could do was accept his fate while Vaggie locked the door.
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"You want me to what?" Clara asked with a cocked brow, unsure if she heard Carmilla correctly after Odette handed Max off..
"You heard me." Carmilla said coldly and repeated her command. "I want you both to do some digging in the Goetia Archives and find what you can about divine beasts. I want to understand what this new behavior is from Noctis."
This did not sound like a good idea at to either sister, not when they just arrived with the equipment to set up for Noctis' next examination.
"But mother," Clara paused and looked back and forth to sure nobody was listening in the halls, followed with a whisper. "The Goetia Archives are strictly forbidden. Only a select few can access it."
Carmilla understood the dangers behind what she was demanding and nodded while cradling max.
"I know, but we need everything we can find to help Noctis be ready when he has to face Adam."
"And what about the hellhound?" Odette asked, referring to the primordial that served Lyoria but was still lying on a dog in a medically induced sleep.
Carmilla wasn't even sure herself what to do with it. She huffed in annoyance at the canine child sleeping peacefully with a chain on its neck after crying ALPHA for hours.
"I want to run simple tests such as bloodwork." She expressed dangerous certainty in continuing her answer. "But do not tell Noctis anything yet. I am suspecting it was crying for him."
"What did it mean earlier by alpha?" Clara asked curiously.
Odette already had an answer to that.
"It's primordial, sister. It's culture and behavior base on primitive times. At best I'd say it's from an era where it learned basic words, if lucky."
Carmilla noddee in agreement. "This is a chance to understand the primordial era, maybe even find answers as to how Lyoria even had this creature."
"And if Noctis finds out?" Odette implied.
Carmilla didn't even want to think about what would happen if her son found out.