Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino

Note: I apologize for not explaining about the girl rapes earlier, but it would have ruined this chapter for you. And yeah, I'm still not explaining it. Let the chapter do that!

Even Louder than Hell

By Lola Presents

Chapter 3

Lincoln paced his room, waiting for the noise from Lucy's and Lynn's chamber to subside before putting his plan into action. Once it had, he forced himself into his human form and went down the hall, where he paused and listened at Leni's door.

It wasn't that he couldn't hear what she was doing; he could. He could hear everyone in the house breathing, snoring, and making other sounds. It was because he needed to wait until the time was right. In Leni's case, that was when she'd finished her sewing.

Finally, the machine stopped, and Lincoln heard Leni compliment herself, sigh, then yawn. Now was the time when Leni was content, her judgment impaired by exhaustion, and her mind at its most open. Gently, he turned the knob and walked into her room, and she turned to face him.

"Oh, hi, Lincy," the girl cooed, yawning again. "Did you need something?"

Lincoln walked toward her bed, flicked his fingers against a bed knob, then shrugged. "I couldn't sleep," he told her. "So, I came to see what you were doing."

Leni walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed, yawning deeply. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep either," she admitted, still holding her newly completed design. "So, I wasted some time making a new dress."

"May I see?" Lincoln asked, feigning interest in the garment. He'd much rather see her naked, as it was more honest and appropriate for someone of her beauty. However, the request felt right and might lead to something he could use.

A sparkle flew into Leni's eyes, and she sprang from the bed, holding the garment up to her chest, letting it unfurl against her. Lincoln gazed at it as it lay, conforming to her body's outline. Something seemed off about it odd for one of Leni's creations. Reaching over, he pulled at the fabric.

"It's a bit large around the middle, don't you think?" he inquired, holding the ample midriff aloft.

Leni blushed and giggled slightly, refolding the dress. "Yes," she admitted. "Well, it's a maternity gown."

"I'm sorry, what?" Lincoln choked, shocked at his sister's statement. "Are you expecting?"

"What? No..." Leni gasped. "But who knows, maybe one day I will be."

Lincoln studied Leni's face and defensive reactions and concluded something. "Leni?" he prodded, intruding on her private matters. "Have you and Chaz been, you know..."

"No!" chirped Leni, retaking her seat on the bed. "Of course not. We broke up a long time ago."

"Really? When?" asked Lincoln, sitting down beside her. Then, on reflection, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to get personal. I only care an awful lot about you."

Leni pursed her lips and then smiled at him. "Awe..." she cooed. "Thanks, Lincy." Then, looking at her lap, she relaxed somewhat. "I don't know. It all started about eight months ago when whatever happened happened. Shortly afterward, I began having dreams where I was pregnant. Only, I could never see the father. And I would also wake up feeling sad when I couldn't find my baby. I started having trouble sleeping and lost interest in dating."

"Maybe I can help you remember," Lincoln offered, testing the waters.

"Oh, Lincy..." sighed Leni, smiling at him again. "I appreciate that, but I don't see how you can. I mean unless you can see my dream."

"It happened across the hall, in Luna's and Luan's room, didn't it," he said, forcing a blank expression onto Leni's face. "You were unconscious, pinned to the wall..."

"Lincoln..." Leni gasped, struggling to understand. "H-how do you know that?"

"Because I was dead at the time. Well, my body was," Lincoln explained slowly, letting his account sink in. "And while a new one grew, my consciousness resided within the one who got you pregnant."

A sense of sadness and longing overcame Leni as she stared at her brother, and her hand flew over her mouth. "Somehow..." she muttered. "I think I've always known that. It's like, I've felt you with me ever since I woke up the next morning. But..." she sighed, looking away. "What happened to our baby?"

"Leni," Lincoln whispered, leaning closer to her. "When I said I cared a lot about you, I wasn't lying. I love you more than any man ever could, and if you let me, I can tell you what happened. But, it would be a lot easier if I showed you."

"Yes," whispered Leni, nodding in acceptance, overwhelmed by the aura of seduction surrounding him. "Please," she whispered again as their lips met. As their flesh touched, Leni embraced her brother while his hands slipped underneath her nightgown, passionately caressing her ample breasts, and she submitted, laying backward onto her bed.

And as the pair made sinful love, the story played out in her mind. Her lost memories returned, in addition to those she could not possibly have had personally. The ordeal was revealed to her from beginning to end, and she finally understood. She and her sisters had indeed gotten impregnated that night. Only, when Lucy banished the entities, all traces of their existence from the physical world also got erased.

Filled with an unexplainable melancholy, Leni began weeping as she and Lincoln writhed upon the bed. She opened her eyes to see her brother in his unnatural form, gazing into her eyes as he mounted her repeatedly. However, feeling the presence of their lost child, her pounding heart became overwhelmed with love for her brother, despite knowing who and what he was.

Tenderly, she reached up, cupped his ashy grey cheeks, and pulled him close. "Please..." she begged. "Give me back my baby," she said, whispering her desires. "I can still feel her inside me, lost and alone."

Lincoln nodded. "I can do that," he whispered back. "But your human body will not be able to sustain the birth. However, if you become like me..."

"Yes..." breathed Leni, kissing her brother again, relinquishing her hold on humanity.

Then, after taking a long, deep breath, Lincoln released his infernal seed and primordial blood into his sister's recesses, where life began anew.

Downstairs, things proceeded more quickly and with less coercion or trickery. Already married and ready for some romantic horseplay, Lynn readily accepted his wife's flirtatious invitations. Turning off the bedroom lights, Rita entered their nocturnal sanctum and began their nightly ritual of sharing bodily fluids, and soon, Lynn succumbed to her entreats, losing his soul to her in the process.

His memory restored and body transformed, Lynn stood before the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, admiring himself as Rita looked on, still in human form. "I remember..." he muttered. "We were one. The heart of the house," he recounted. "It is a shame, is it not, that we can no longer obtain that level of intimacy."

"We still can," Rita offered, changing her form. Then, wrapping her arms around him from behind, she slipped her fingers under the skin of his abdomen, stimulating his nerves from the inside. "But now, we get to experience the joys of pain and pleasure both, without the responsibility. A much better arrangement, if you ask me."

Lynn placed his palms against his skin, feeling his wife move beneath it, and his body shuddered with delight, his cock pouring cum down his legs, despite being entirely flaccid.

"Yes..." he sighed as Rita withdrew her hands, covered in black blood. "I agree. Now, to reawaken and experience our children..."

Imperceptibly, the house shook, then went silent.

Haiku lay in bed, unable to sleep. While this wasn't entirely infrequent for her, especially with her best friend comatose, an uneasy feeling had asserted itself that evening. The young witch had always been sensitive to spiritual changes, and her senses were on guard.

Therefore, it was no surprise that the girl nearly had a heart attack when something rapped at her second-story window. Once her brain had a chance to process it, she knew who and what it was. She rushed over and raised the sash to allow Fangs to enter her room.

Frequently, Lucy used her pet to send messages back and forth with her friend. Phones were so pedestrian, after all. Haiku became hesitantly optimistic. It had been eight months since the little bat had graced her room, and she hoped it was a sign that Lucy had recovered.

However, upon closer inspection, no note was attached to the flying rodent's leg. Furrowing her brows, Haiku waited for some clue about why the bat had come. Then, as if sensing her confusion, Fangs began speaking, though not in his typical squeaks and chattering.

"Listen well, my child," came a sweet, soft, angelic voice, startling the girl, nearly losing her balance as she backed up slightly. "The landscape of reality is changing, and you are the only one who can fight against it."

"What?" gasped Haiku, shaking her head. "I don't understand..."

"Please," requested the voice. "Close your eyes while I tell you a tale."

Hesitantly, the girl closed her eyes, and as visions began playing out before her, the voice narrated the proceedings.

"In the beginning, we gods presided over the waters of life, where we shaped all things," the voice told her. "All matter, flora, and fauna sprung from this well. The first of these was the Nephilim, our dear children. They were perfect in every way; intelligent, powerful, strong, and eternal. Yet, they became arrogant and sought to overthrow us," the soothing voice continued as the scenes played in Haiku's mind.

"Together, we moved upon them, neutering them into submission, the female voice explained. "We made Nephilim mortal and imperfect so that they had to work for their existence, hoping to teach them humility," she said. "However, some of them escaped through the cracks between realities. There, they remained hidden, exacting their revenge from the shadows."

"Desire, Hunger, and Flesh..." whispered Haiku, remembering everything that happened all at once.

"Yes, my child," acknowledged the voice. "Though they are comparatively insignificant. Your friend, Lucy, was able to summon and subsequently banish them, feats not typically attainable by a mere human. Yet, as strong as the child is, she could not maintain her resolve. Her seal has broken, releasing them. Now, she and two of her family act as hosts to them. Soon, they will become one, and who they become is up to you."

"Please!" begged Haiku. "What do you mean? I don't understand! I need more information!"

"The one thing humans have over the Nephilim is their souls," explained the voice. "Their indomitable spirit, if you will. The humans known as Lucy, Lincoln, and Rita, currently dominate their dual existence. But the more they draw upon their primordial powers, the more the balance shift in favor of the Nephilim they now control. Please, my child. You must do something to restore the balance before it is too late."

"Why me?" implored Haiku, desperately wishing someone else could take responsibility.

"You are my child," the voice informed Haiku lovingly. "My chosen representative in your realm, and I now give you the power I once gave Lucy. Use it to mend your friends and restore the sanctity of your realm."

"Nyx?" gaped Haiku, taken aback, her eyes widening.

"Yes, my daughter. It is I," she responded. "While we shape and preside over all creation, we do not interfere. We can only assist."

"And what happens if I fail?" Haiku inquired, wanting to understand what she was up against entirely.

"Then..." sighed Nyx, "...the Nephilim will overpower your friends and use their strength to open a portal to their realm, allowing entry to those they answer to."

"Wait..." gasped the young witch. "There are others more powerful than the ones we've seen?"

"Indeed, my child," replied Nyx mournfully. "And already, I sense their influence growing in your realm. Please, go with my blessing and power. Farwell, Haiku, child of the night."

"Wait!" exclaimed the girl, rushing over to the little bar. "Nyx! I have more questions!"

However, Haiku's patron deity was gone, and Fangs looked quizzically at her as if she had gone loopy.

Having no genetic material, Nephilim cannot reproduce. Instead, they call upon the tree of life to create empty vessels for their essences. But that night, two such beings, in possession of human bodies, mated, and something new and unexpected stirred within the female as she rested from the ordeal of awakening. Black as night, sperm and egg united and sprung to life, and mitosis began with a complete set of genetic material, infused with the primordial life-blood of its parents.

Leni awoke the following day, exhausted and weary. Blinking and propping herself up on her elbows, she glances around. And seeing no trace of Lincoln, the young woman swung her legs out of bed and sat up. Rubbing her eyes, she eliminated all traces of sleep. Then, staring at her legs, she noticed something odd.

Her long, slender appendages looked as they always had, a creamy, light tan. Hadn't she given herself to a demon the night before? Or was that all a dream? Holding her arms up for inspection, she got the same result. Confused, she rose and stood before the vanity she and her older sister, Lori, used to share and stared in the mirror.

As Leni appraised herself, something else struck her as strange. Flattening her nightgown against her belly, she gawked in disbelief. Was her belly slightly more prominent than yesterday? Then, without warning, her stomach gurgled, and she started to feel nauseous.

Running to the restroom, holding her gut, she pushed past her younger siblings as they stood in line, entering and slamming the door behind her. Hugging the bowl, Leni profusely and painfully regurgitated her stomach contents into the water below her. Then, as her body settled, she stared at the swirling black goo, and a profound realization settled upon her.

Not only had her experience the previous night not been a dream, but she was pregnant with Lincoln's child. Smiling, she lay her hands on her belly and whispered to their unborn. "Welcome back, Tiffany. Mommy and Daddy love you so much. We can't wait to meet you."

"Hey! Leni!" called Lana as she danced anxiously outside the bathroom door. "What's the big idea? Hurry up! I have to go!"

Haiku awoke to feel refreshed and invigorated. Her mind was clear of confusion, and the young witch felt entirely focused. Yawning, she stood and stretched, popping her elbows, and got dressed. She had gotten charged with a mission by one who shouldn't get dismissed lightly, and the girl intended to see it through.

Regardless of the outcome and what might happen to her along the way was entirely irrelevant. The fate of her world was at stake, which was more important. Yet, as strong and confident as she felt, Haiku knew she would need help and set about collecting her friends. However, breakfast came first.

After wolfing down her meal, the preteen girl gathered her things, settled them into her backpack, and left the house searching for her friends. First, she stopped by Morpheus' place, followed by Bertrand's, and finally that of Boris, all under the premise of an emergency meeting regarding the state of the unconscious friend, Lucy.

Finally, upon arriving at their usual meeting site, in the middle of the Royal Woods Cemetery, Haiku revealed the truth of the gathering. And after informing them that Lucy was, in fact, awake, she relayed the message Nyx had given her the night before. When Haiku finished speaking, murmurs, complaints, and denials began between the three boys.

"Stop it!" demanded the girl, getting their attention. "Look, I know you're scared. Who wouldn't be? But I've faced these things before, and we can do this. Right now, Lucy isn't going to be any help. We're all she has. We're all everyone has. So please, stop being such pussies and man up, alright?"

"Fine," sighed Bertrand, rising to his club president's challenge.

"So, what's the plan?" asked Morpheus, pulling out pen and paper.

"Boris peed his pants," said the boy in the white lab coat.

Haiku sighed and palmed her face. "Well," she muttered, dismissing Boris' antics. "Before we do anything, we need to know what we're facing. Right?" she surmised. "Therefore, we'll start with some simple surveillance. I'll call a club meeting so we can face Lucy here, in the open."

"That sounds reasonable," replied the shorter of the boys as he jotted down the meeting's minutes.

"Alright, everyone, stay quiet for a few minutes," requested Haiku, pulling out her phone and dialing Lucy's number.

"Hello?" said a familiar voice.

"Hi," replied Haiku in her trademark monotonic way. "This is Haiku. Fangs visited me last night, so I assumed you had recovered. We're holding a Mortician's Club meeting in a few minutes, and we humbly request your presence to celebrate. Will you come?"

"Uh, sure," Lucy replied mournfully. "I'll be there shortly."

"Very good," acknowledged Haiku. "See you soon," she added before hanging up. "She's on her way, guys. Stay alert, and don't act suspicious, alright? Leave the questioning to me. You just make small talk."

All three boys nodded and took seats on one of the stone pews nearby, waiting for Lucy to show.

After leaving the restroom, Leni walked briskly down the hall, ignoring her siblings, and entered Lincoln's room, locking the door behind her. "Lincy?" she cooed as she walked up to him, standing there in his unnatural form.

"Good morning, Leni," he purred, gazing at her with love and lust in his eyes. "I can't wait to bite into your succulent flesh while fucking you this morning," he said, reaching for her.

Furrowing her brows, Leni gently pushed him away. "There are two problems with that," she announced, much to Lincoln's confusion. "First, I'm pregnant. Second, why can't I transform?"

Standing back, Lincoln looked her over, listening intently, discerning two separate heartbeats. Then, to make sure, he gently lifted one of Leni's arms, and using one of his elongated nails, he lightly nicked her skin.

"Ow!" exclaimed Leni, watching her wound seal itself. "What the heck, Lincoln?"

Seeing black blood drool from the tiny incision, he studied her.

"This..." he muttered, not understanding what was transpiring, "...is unexpected."