Percy was hovering over Zoë, peppering her neck with kisses. Zoë arched her back as she moaned, eliciting a smirk from Percy. His trimmed facial hair tickled her skin, stimulating her nerve endings.
Percy moved his hands down to her bra, and slowly, almost teasingly, unclasped it. Her boobs were exposed to the cold night air, making Zoë shiver. Percy decided to help warm her up, and placed his hands on her tits, massaging them.
Zoë's moans cut through the air, only broken by the sound of rustling wings. It went ignored by the couple, opting to finish what they started.
"Lucifer!"
Percy pulled his face out from Zoë's neck and groaned. Zoë did the same. They stared at each other in disappointment, before Percy looked at their new guest.
Amenadiel was staring at them, eyes wide.
"Cock-blocked twice in the same week, and by the same person, what are the odds?" Percy asked.
Zoë laughed, despite the fact that she wouldn't feel the pleasure she was craving.
Percy got up and put on a robe.
"Come on, Luci, can't you put on actual clothes?" Amenadiel asked.
"You interrupted us. You're lucky I'm still wearing underwear." Percy hissed. "Anyways, why are you here?"
Amenadiel held up a book, one of Percy's parenting books. "I was wondering if you had any more."
Percy deadpanned at his brother before walking back up the steps to the bed. He laid next to Zoë as he answered Amenadiels question. "Check the bookshelf, I should have a couple more. They all mostly say the same things, minor differences."
Zoë cuddled into her husband's side, still wearing nothing above her waist.
"Hey, Percy? What is this?" Amenadiel asked.
Percy groaned, before getting up again. He walked over to Amenadiel, who was holding a book made of metal. Written in a foreign language. "I don't know. I meant to translate it, but never got around to it."
"Well, it's written in Sumerian. And, it's been awhile, but I'm pretty sure the title reads, "The Story of The Flaming Sword"." Amenadiel explained.
Percy looked shocked. "I've had the knowledge this entire time?"
"I guess so, if we could translate it, that would help us out a lot."
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Percy and Zoë, who were wearing actual clothes, were at the piano, playing a couple of duets. Amenadiel was sitting at the desk, translating the text. After a couple of minutes of playing Heart and Soul, Amenadiel spoke up.
"Alright listen, I think I've found something."
They stopped playing and turned around.
"Father shattered the Flaming Sword into distinct pieces. The Blade of Death-"
"But Azrael's blade went missing millennia ago. Unless.." He turned to Zoë. "Did you create Riptide out of something?"
Zoë nodded. "A sword that was made of white metal? Yeah, it crashed into the garden." She explained.
Percy turned to Amenadiel. "So in a sense, Riptide is now the Blade of Death."
Amenadiel nodded, before continuing. "The medallion of Life-"
"Johnson's belt buckle." Zoë said.
"And the key that binds them all together." Amenadiel finished.
Percy looked at Amenadiel confused, before scoffing. "Well keys don't bind, they unlock. I think somebody needs to go back to translation school." Percy turned back around to play the piano again.
"And guess who has the key?"
Percy stopped and turned around once more, looking intrigued. After a couple of moments of silence, Percy spoke up. "Well don't leave us in suspense, who is it, brother?"
"It says that God entrusted the key to his favorite son." Amenadiel sighed. He banged his hand on the metal pages, before standing up. "Of course he gave it to you."
Percy stood up, picking up his glass of scotch.
"It's always you, isn't it."
"What are you talking about? The only keys I have got are these." Percy said, playing random piano notes.
"What else did you bring with you to Earth, Luci?"
Zoë walked out from behind the bar, holding a freshly popped bowl of popcorn. She sat on the table top and popped a corn in her mouth as she watched the argument like a tennis match.
Percy took a sip from his drink, only for Amenadiel to scoff. "Your ring. I've never seen you without it. Maybe that's the key."
Percy laughed as he walked over to the bar. "Well, the key to completing my happiness maybe." He said, as he stole a piece of popcorn from his wife. She looked at him indignantly, only for him to smile. "I don't think that my wedding ring is going to light a sword on fire."
Amenadiel grabbed the 2/3rd complete sword. He walked over to Percy. "Try and attach your ring to this."
"Brother."
"Just do it, and we'll confirm what we already know."
"Brother." Percy said again.
"That your father's favorite despite everything you have done, is and always has been you."
"Look down." Percy said, now that Amenadiel's rant was finished.
Amenadiel did, only to see his necklace levitating, trying to reach the sword. He gasped as he took a step back.
"Is that the key around your neck, or are you just happy to see me?"
Amenadiel didn't answer, as he was still in shock.
"He entrusted it... to you, brother."
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"Would you look at that, Luci? It really is the final piece! Unbelievable!"
Percy was pouring 3 glasses of wine. Some of the top shelf stuff. He handed one to Zoë and another one to Amenadiel.
"Oh, no. I believe it. Classic dad. Hanging the final piece to the sword right under our noses. Well, your nose, this entire time. Then making you think I had it, and me think that humanity had it, but NOPE, it's with you."
The 2 brothers started laughing. Percy clinked glasses with the 2 of them, before drinking.
Percy motioned for Amenadiel to give over the sword, only to be rejected.
"What if I want it?" Amenadiel asked.
Percy walked closer before pointing at the inscription on the crossguard. "Call me crazy, brother, but I don't think you're Zoë's Handsome Devil."
"What?" Amenadiel asked, confused.
"Oh yeah. On our wedding night, Zoë got drunk off her ass, took one of her knives, inscribed that on it, then gave it to me as a wedding present. Man, you should've come, it was hilarious."
Zoë was dying of laughter behind him. Man, to Percy, her laugh would've made him think she was an angel. And that would be weird, since then she would be his sister... You know what, nevermind.
Amenadiel laughed a bit, before handing Percy the pieces.
Percy inserted the necklace into the space where the medallion and word lined up. Fire began to climb up the sword, until the entire thing was ablaze.
The Flaming Sword had been reassembled.
A/N. Wow! 2 updates in 1 day. I'm honestly surprised I was able to do it. But I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.
A couple of things, Arc 4 is almost done. Like I said, it was probably going to be short, but yeah. We have like one chapter left, and honestly, it's not at all that important to the Arc. Arc 5 is going to be longer though, don't worry. I already have 4 chapters written for the end of it, and that isn't until late in TLO.
Next order of business. I was going to have Goddess make an appearance, but honestly, I couldn't think of a way to organically include her. So to all the people that wanted her, sorry.
Also, that is probably the closest I will ever get to writing a lemon. Who knows, maybe there will be one in the far future. But for now, yeah, that's all you're getting.
Thoughts?