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

Omnios: That's not surprising. I read a lot and The Hellbound Heart is one of my favorites. I loosely based the Nephilim and their characterization on the Cenobites. However, I significantly altered their form and abilities and created a mythos of my own for them.

RCJ02: Persephone is at camp and has been for more than eight months. Do you believe that? No? Oh well. I forgotten about her. And YES! OMG, YES! Lucy is hot as fuck as young succubus. Maybe even hotter than Lola.

Even Louder than Hell

By Lola Presents

Chapter 5

The demon's presence was unmistakable, and their aura was imposing. Weighing upon the family and their friends, they found it difficult to breathe, let alone move. Ending their existence would've been all too easy for the menace. Yet, neither of the beings standing before them attempted to do so.

Instead, they seemed uncharacteristically aloof as they studied their new environment. Perhaps the monsters were adjusting to their arrival. Maybe they were amused at the triviality of the home's décor. Either way, an uneasy calm fell over the room. Nobody spoke a word, afraid of upsetting the balance.

The male demon examined the assembled that stood before him for a moment, studying each in turn, then faced the nearest wall, approached it, and reached out for one of the tendrils. As he neared, the tendril pulled itself away from the wall and moved toward him. Then, making contact with the abomination, the demon gently stroked it as if it were a pet.

"Is this all that remains of our noble race?" it asked nobody in particular. "Three broken Nephilim, three pale shadows, and a few unworthy scraps?"

The female demon turned its gave toward the male and stared expressionlessly at him. "They are tainted and should be destroyed."

"Who are you calling scrap, you bastard?" shot Haiku, bravely and somewhat foolishly, taking a step forward. "The way I see it, after all these eons, we're still standing, but your kind is almost extinct. I'd say that's a point in our favor."

The male demon faced her and took one slow step forward. And upon the advance, Lucy, Lincoln, and Rita defiantly positioned themselves between them, with Lynn, Senior, and Junior, right behind them. The monster stopped, considered their actions for a moment, and then looked directly into Haiku's eyes.

"Who in God's name are you, anyway?" inquired Lucy, trying to stall them as she began assessing their intentions and capabilities.

"Hahaha!" it laughed, shaking the house on its foundations. "God? God does not exist. He is but an ancestral memory, a watered-down concept from a time when multiple gods ruled, passed down through the ages, and simplified so that men of weaker minds would accept him."

"And so," the female interjected, continuing the explanation, "men became distracted, and the old gods began to fade. Their power is of no consequence now, and we intend to take their place at the helm of creation!"

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, idiots," Haiku scolded them. "But the old gods are alive and well. I just spoke with Nyx yesterday."

The taller demon closed his eyes and sniffed the air. A moment later, he reopened them and focused on the young girl. "I thought I smelled her foul stench on you," he chastised her, dismissing her statement. "What a waste. Such power in the hands of someone so weak, incapable of realizing its full potential, is indicative of the frailty of the gods. Your deity is a coward, afraid to face us herself, and sends an ant in her stead."

"Fuck you!" exclaimed Lucy, raising her fists and assuming a defensive stance with her family. "Now, she asked you a question. Who the fuck are you?"

"Ah yes..." sighed the demon. "As always, the formalities. How trivial. Very well," it muttered, showing its empty hands to the motley group.

"I . Am. Despair..." he announced, raising his head slightly.

"I. Am. Sorrow..." his mate added a moment later.

Lucy closed her eyes and shuddered. Something ancient and fearful woke deep inside her, and several of Flesh's memories surfaced, dating back to a time before the world as they knew it existed. And Lucy knew who they were. Opening her eyes, glinting with hope and the power of knowledge, she looked them in the eyes and exposed them.

"So that's what you call yourselves now?" she inquired, dripping with sarcasm. "Did you think we would not recognize you? Tell us, how has existence treated you since the gods cast you out? Are you still hiding between realities? Skulking about like the rats you are?"

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME IN THAT TONE, GIRL!" Despair shouted, bringing more plaster down around them. "WE ARE ANCIENT! THE FIRST! AND YOU SHALL KNEEL BEFORE OUR WILL!"

"No..." sighed Lucy calmly. "You hold no power over us. We know who you are. And now, we will reveal your names so that all present will know you too," she continued defiantly.

"Nooo..." moaned the demon in mental agony. "Do. Not. Do. That!"

"Adam," spoke Lucy, "Eve," she continued. "The very first Nephilim the gods created, cast from Eden for their arrogance! Now, get the hell out of our house..."

As the demons buckled under the strain of the encounter, they clutched their heads, howling in pain before fading into nothingness, leaving the tendrils and fleshy growths intact. Then, with the immediate threat gone, Lucy rushed to the front door and threw it open.

"Come on!" she ordered, ushering her family and friends outside. "Get outside, now, before they return!"

Once outside, beyond the demon's influence, they huddled near the road, deciding what to do next.

"Was that really Adam and Eve?" asked Luna, surprised that the stories she heard in church as a youth were true.

"Yes," replied Lincoln. "However, the account you may have heard isn't entirely accurate. Each of them is more powerful alone than all of us."

"What are we supposed to do now?" cried Luan, fearing for her life. "We can't just walk away, but if we can't defeat them, what's the purpose?"

"What about Leni?" asked Lana, refocusing their attention on the pregnant girl. "At the rate that she's growing, her baby will be here tonight sometime! We can't deal with those monsters and her at the same time!"

The Mortician's Club members looked at each other, then smiled as they faced Lucy and her family. "We could always use the mausoleum at the cemetery," Morpheus suggested. "It's relatively empty and should give us a place to rest while we think of a plan."

Lucy nodded in agreement. "Good idea," she affirmed. "And, it'll give Leni somewhere to rest before she delivers."

When they arrived at the local cemetery, it was nearly three in the afternoon, and Leni was not doing well. It had been roughly seven hours since her child presented itself. And now, she appeared to be around seven months, which meant that she didn't have much time. Another two to three hours, allowing for some errors in judgment, and the baby should arrive.

After walking into the building lined with repositories for the deceased, Leni rested on one of the marble benches. "Tiffany's tired," she complained, embracing her belly, "and hungry..."

"Here," announced Bertrand as he dug through his backpack. "I brought some snacks."

"Snacks?" questioned Haiku, oddly surprised.

"Well, yeah," the boy muttered, pulling out some sandwiches and a few bags of chips. "You know, in case Lucy passed the test. We couldn't just drop the celebration, after all."

Haiku rubbed her head. "I suppose..."

"Thank you," chirped Leni as she opened one of the zippered bags and began eating, trying with difficulty not to wrinkle her nose at the boy's offering or violently throw up.

And as their nerves settled and bodies relaxed, they found places to sit and began conversing amongst themselves. The demon's dismissal was only temporary, and they all knew it. And, when they regained their strength, they would return. For now, hiding was the only option.

Lucy sighed as she absent-mindedly paced around the hall upon the marble slabs under her feet. Her mind and body ached, but not in the same way as her human siblings. Nephilim didn't experience physical pain or exhaustion. No, this was something much deeper, and she needed to rest.

Finding the nearest open seat, she stared at it for a moment. The marble bench was hard and cold; she was naked, and her tail got in the way. Furrowing her eyes, she thought about her predicament for a moment, then had an idea. Tucking her tail between her legs, she rested it upon her belly, then sat down, wrapping her arms around her chest as she froze her ass off.

Despite everything running through Lucy's mind, she was still aware of the boy beside her, his eyes wandering over her naked body as they had all evening. What surprised her most was how often his gaze fell upon her face, especially her eyes. Sure, his peepers would occasionally wander to her crotch, the dark crevasse behind her, or her self-described thimble-size boobs.

Lucy turned her head away from his gaze slightly and smiled. His entreats were heartwarming, recalling his confession of love in the graveyard, not too far from where they were now. And for a moment, she hesitated. A hot, passionate session of sex and violence would've invigorated her, bringing back some of her lost energy. Then again, the boy was human, and she didn't want to hurt him.

Then, Boris did something unexpected. Standing, he peeled off his lab coat, gently wrapped it around Lucy's shoulders, and then sat back down. Gripping the edge of the bench with her taloned fingers, she stared intently at him. Any average human male would've already succumbed to her seductive arura, being a succubus, becoming putty in her hands.

However, Boris didn't seem to be affected. None of her more unusual attributes seemed to draw his attention. It wasn't her horns, wings, or tail that caught his interest. It wasn't even her sexual characteristics. Despite noticing them occasionally, his attention always returned to her eyes, and she began to wonder if her friend was sincerely in love with her.

"Thank you," whispered Lucy, bumping Boris affectionately with her elbow. "We feel much better now."

"That's alright," sighed the young mad scientist, staring at his lap, fiddling with his fingers. "Boris couldn't stand seeing Lucy uncomfortable."

Lucy tucked one corner of her lower lip under one of her tiny upper fangs and gently chewed on herself, staring at the boy, wondering if she could be with him and not hurt or unwillingly awaken him, especially without his consent. Then, without warning, she stood, shifted into her human form, grabbed him by his black turtleneck, and forcefully drug him down the short hallway and into the nearest viewing room.

Then, placing Boris against the wall, Lucy released her grasp and patted his chest gently, pursing her lips, suggesting an apology for her roughness. "Boris," she sighed. "We need to talk."

"Boris would like that," the odd boy replied in his typically strange manner. "Is this about Boris' love for Lucy?"

Lucy raised her brows and sighed. "Yes, it is," she muttered before shoring herself and gazing into his eyes. "There was a time when we might have wanted to be with you," she admitted. "But we have changed. We are no longer human. We might hurt you now. We can't risk it. Do you understand us?"

"But..." sighed the boy, looking defeated. "Boris loves Lucy..."

Casting her gaze downward, Lucy sighed. "We know that, and we have feelings for you too," she whispered. "But why? Why do you love us? We're a demon, monstrosities designed to seduce and consume your kind. What do you see in us?"

"Boris looks into Lucy's eyes and sees her kindness and compassion," the boy told her. "He sees her body and knows beauty," he continued, looking into her eyes.

Lucy then shifted back into her natural, demonic form and asked the same question. "And now?"

"Boris sees the same," he muttered. "Does that surprise Lucy?"

Lucy closed her eyes and nodded, her desire beginning to rage out of control, and focused all her strength on resisting. Once she'd tamed the flames that burned within her, she opened her eyes again.

"Which do you prefer?" she inquired, curiosity boiling inside her.

"Boris likes Lucy's true form," he replied, glowing at her. "It is Lucy at her most pure, and Boris sees Love in her eyes."

"Damnit..." muttered Lucy, letting the lab coat slide off her shoulders, revealing her tiny, immature wings. Then, carefully, she cupped his face between her sharply taloned hands and pulled him into a deep, sensual kiss while using her tail to unbuckle his belt, letting the black trousers fall around his Doc Marten boots.

Gently, Lucy lingered upon his lips, struggling to restrain her lust, and as they parted moments later, she tenderly swung him around, trading places with him. Then, walking him backward until his legs brushed against the stone casket in the center of the room, she gently laid him back, climbing into position.

Lucy's nails dug deep ravines into the casket's stone lid as she slid her damp mound, darkening as it filled with black, primordial blood, around his stiffened member. Lucy's thick blood pumped through her veins in a torrent of passion, begging for freedom, and she grimaced as she fought the ferocity of her longings again.

Boris' eyes closed as he relished in their union. His hands wandered to her chest as he fondled her immature breasts, not fully comprehending the depth to which Lucy's kind responded to stimulation, and the poor succubus nearly bit into his flesh. It took every ounce of strength Lucy had to stop herself from claiming Boris' neck in hunger.

Fortunately for both of them, humans had not the stamina of demons, and Boris soon unloaded his milky white seed within the gorgeous young devil that straddled him. He shuddered in ecstasy as his cock relaxed, leaving him feeling renewed. As for Lucy, her body swallowed the boy's cum, sucking up every last drop, absorbing it into her bloodstream, filling her with revitalizing energy.

"Boris loves Lucy so much," the lad whispered again under his breath.

Smiling, the girl leaned over him and kissed him gently on the cheek. And, replying in mind, she mimicked his speech patterns. "Lucy loves Boris, too."

Then, as Boris gathered his strength, stood, and redressed, Lucy inspected him thoroughly to ensure that she hadn't nicked or spilled any of her blood on him. Satisfied at his state of being, she beamed at him as her cheeks darkly blushed, filling with her unearthly blood.

"Oh, there you are," muttered Lincoln, peering around the corner. "We were wondering what you'd gotten to," he continued before considering why they snuck off. Then, looking at Lucy's deep complexion, the young demon understood. Smiling, he teased them. "Did everything go well in here?" he joked. "Or do I need to welcome him to the family?"

"Oh, shut up..." sighed Lucy, walking past him, her new love following close behind her, drooling as he ogled her sensually dark crack.

Lincoln folded his arms and leaned against the wall as he watched them walk off together, Lucy's tail unconsciously twitching and swinging back and forth, fully satisfied. Raising one brow, Lincoln couldn't help but wonder if she'd found her soulmate. Not that demons had souls, but still, it was an exciting thought.

"Well," explained Lynn, Senior in full demon mode as Lucy's bounced up. "What's got you so chipper?" he inquired, sniffing the air. And smelling the sex on her young body, he sighed. "Nevermind. Enjoy yourself?"

"Immensely," Lucy admitted, trying to hide a rare grin as it spread across her face.

"Got any left for me?" her father asked hopefully.

Lucy only rolled her eyes. "Maybe later, dad," she conceded. "Right now, we need to prepare for the birth," she said, watching as Leni lay groaning on the stone bench. "She looks like she's about to pop."

Leni's rolled her eyes and grimaced as another Braxton-Hicks contraction rocked her body. "I FEEL like I'm going to pop," she muttered afterward.

"Well, that sounds about right," Rita said, wiping the sweat from her daughter's forehead.

"I hate to tell you this," sighed Lincoln, standing by his love's side. "But, I did warn you."

"What are you talking about?" gasped Leni, grimacing again.

"You are going to pop," whispered Lincoln, hoping she wouldn't hear him.

"WHAT?!" gasped Leni, grabbing Lincoln's shirt and pulling him close to her angered face. "What am I going to do now? Fix this!"

Honestly, Lincoln hadn't given it much thought, assuming she'd regain her strength closer to birth and shift into her natural form. Perhaps it was the stress Leni exuded. Maybe it was his own. Either way, he had an idea.

"I got this," he said before turning to the others. "Guys, I'm going to need you to hold her still. The baby has almost completely drained her energy, which means she'll feel pain."

Being the strongest and heaviest of them, Leni's mother and father secured her legs while the children gathered together and pinned their sister's arms to the bench before closing their eyes, not wanting to witness the event. Then, carefully, Lincoln pulled Leni's dress up, revealing her massive belly.

"Are you ready, Leni?" asked Lincoln, pausing with his talon hovering above her stomach.

Squeezing her eyes tightly, Leni nodded. "Just do it!" she cried.

Lincoln focused on Leni's abdomen and gently traced several lines down it, bringing primordial blood to the surface. Then, holding up his arm, he continually slit his quickly healing wrist, letting his black nectar pour onto her stomach, seeping into the gaping wounds, adding his energy to hers.

Slowly, her wounds began to heal as Lincoln's gift bolstered her demonic nature. But before they could close completely, something pushed up from underneath them, tearing them apart again, and a small hand poked through one of them, its talons clearing the way.

And as Leni screamed, not yet strong enough to interpret pain as pleasure, Rita reached into Leni's gut, pulling the little girl out and into her arms. Lincoln quickly cut himself again, pouring his gift onto his love until her body healed. Then, entirely drained, he collapsed onto the floor.

Rita stared at her grandchild as it curled up in a fetal position, shifting back and forth between its demonic and human forms, eventually settling on human. Then, smiling and crying like the baby she held, Rita passed the infant to her daughter, who received her with open arms.

"Happy birthday, Tiffany," Leni cooed, wrapping her child in the hem of her dress.