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Aim, Beelzebub, and Leviathan tron-scanned into the living room; Zepar jolting in surprise as he lay on the couch, flipping through a novel Aim had his Brains write.
The twink gulped at the two individuals framing Aim. It'd been a few hours since Aim had left with Beelzebub and Leviathan, Zepar entirely fine with being ignored and left to wait in Aim's awesome cave filled with all kinds of crazy things he entertained himself with. However, now that they were back, he couldn't help but reevaluate Aim.
To him, Aim was a really sexy man. Like stupidly sexy. He was totally a sadist in bed, and likely to utterly dominate him; which Zepar couldn't wait for. But, beyond the sexual attraction, Zepar didn't really know Aim besides baseless rumors, his propensity for dressing in skin, and that he was somewhat lazy. And he had a sharp tongue.
Seeing Leviathan effectively hanging on Aim's arm, while another woman wearing an entirely foreign means of dress pressed herself against him; Zepar wondered if Aim was some kind of Asmodeus-lite.
"Study well, and get those plans going. I'll start to work on getting my legion back in shape, and then we can start moving things about." Aim stated bluntly to Leviathan, who nodded, separating from the man as she held a stack of papers, books, and scrolls. Just the same as the other woman.
"Beel, you should head over to Lucifer and tell him about your changed gender. Or surprise him; be funny to see his shocked face." Aim chuckled, the two women joining him with light laughs.
"I think I'll choose the latter." 'Beel' stated with amusement.
Aim nodded, "Come back soon. I'll be getting some lesson plans ready and we can start learning how Demonic Energy is really meant to be used." He gave them a savage grin, that to Zepar's shock had both of the women blushing. Including Satan Leviathan!
This guy was crazy…
The two women gave their goodbyes, then left in a scan-teleport, leaving Zepar and Aim with one another. Aim slumped the moment they left, grumbling as he entered his kitchen, opening a cabinet and drawing out a glass of what Zepar knew was some really fine spirits. He started to chug back the alcohol, grumbling under his breath some foul curses, before sniffing over at Zepar.
"Little twink. Just asking to get fucked…" He heard Aim mutter, the man's eyes narrowing further, before he snorted. He waved his hand, and from the stone floor a billowing swirl of blaze bloomed; and as it dissipated, a potion bottle remained.
Aim grabbed the potion, and then tossed it over to Zepar. Zepar licked his lips, swallowing down the potion, not even questioning it, and got comfortable on the odd piece of furniture he was resting on. He was wearing a simple toga, and riding up on the cushions of the 'couch' started to peel it off his body. He grinned back at the watching Aim, who seemed expectant.
Eh? What's that…em, ah, fu-fuck. Zepar groaned as he felt a warmth wash through his naval, his mind going blank for an indeterminate amount of time. His body felt tingly, felt impossibly warm. Dazed, Zepar didn't notice Aim sitting down next to him, picking his significantly smaller body up and placing him on his lap.
Aim started to kiss along Zepar's neck, the young Devil Lord groaning softly in pleasure as his body became increasingly sensitive. "Yeah, that's it." Aim muttered, his hands stripping the other Devil of his clothing, small flames bursting from his fingers to remove and then divest Zepar from his toga; the nude Devil resting on his lap.
Aim's hands filtered along Zepar's tight body, coasting along his sides, then his ribs, and up to his very sensitive chest! Zepar moaned, his vocal tone higher and more expressive than he ever remembered it being; Aim's fingers circling along his nipples, coaxing them, squeezing…
Zepar glanced down, his eyes wide as he saw his chest growing in size, actively expanding to become a modest breast belonging to a girl. Aim's hands cupped his breasts, Zepar, letting out a soft gasp as he noted that his length…was missing?
Instead of his cock, he instead felt a raging warmth and powerful knot in his navel; new muscles contracting and their mere existence made them extremely sensitive. One of Aim's hands drifted its way down his contracting navel, then brushed along her pink pubes, before darting into folds.
Zepar screamed, as Aim started to finger her, his palm crushing a blazing bud of nerves, fingers darting in and out of sensitive muscle. Zepar babbled nonsense as he continued, Aim's hand finishing its groping of her modest breasts; then darting up and capturing her neck. He twisted her down to capture her lips, his tongue plundering inside of her mouth, arresting her tongue in a tangle of domination.
Zepar's arms found themselves along Aim's chiseled body, his musculature compact and lean, but refined and curated to a practical reality. Her hands filtered along his chest, removing the skins covering him, only for them to briefly go up in flames; vanishing away into the air. Breaking their kiss for air, Aim flipped Zepar against the couch, tossing her there as he grappled with a beating length. Zepar licked her lips, spreading her legs as Aim loomed over her; pressing his chest against her own as he lowered himself down to take up their kiss.
His length found her wet sodden lips, the tip rubbing and pressing against the smooth flesh; before eventually slowly slipping in. Zepar's legs tightened, jolting and then shivering as she came from the intrusion of his tip, her eyes rolling back into her skull as Aim ignored the hair-trigger and delved deeper into the pulsating depths. His tip ripped past the hymn of purity, blood leaking along his length. Zepar moaned at the pain, the freaky Devil Lord getting off again as her purity was taken so roughly.
Aim sheathed himself fully, breaking their lip lock as he growled at the tightness. Gripping her soft hips as his fingers delved into the pert ass of his lover, Aim started to thrust into her; his brutal strokes eliciting endless cries and moans from Zepar. Aim fucked her into the couch, the springs of the furniture crying out in tortured screams as his hips smashed against her pelvis, his hands trailing along her sides as he fucked her in a steady rhythm; his prodigious length cycling in and out of the constantly orgasming woman.
Intrusive thoughts came often when having sex, and Aim started to realize that he was technically fucking a fourteen-year-old. The artificially created Devils had their ages accelerated in their developmental cycle, so he didn't have to be brat for too long, merely two or so years passing before he was as large as an average teenager.
Shaking his head and continuing with his fucking, Aim started to go all out; wanting to ruin Zepar for sex with others. Flames sprouted nearby, revealing potions, tools, outfits, sex-toys, complex furniture, ropes, chains, straps, leathers, and far far more.
Gripping her by the throat, Aim unsheathed himself and like carrying a cat by its scruff, dragged Zepar over to the pile of hedonistic exploration. He threw her against a wall, ridding up on her and sheathed himself back in, pounding away as his hands beat her ass or fingered her anally. Feeling himself about to cum, Aim unsheathed himself and let it edge, bending down to grab a nearby pair of cuffs and bound her hands up.
Grabbing her again, he threw Zepar to the ground, and mounted her; fucking her again until he felt himself about to release again. Unsheathing once more, his cock throbbing, Aim started to tie her legs together, unfurling his wings to place an eye-ring mount into the ceiling, he hog-tied Zepar and started to lift her up by the pulley system he'd rigged up. Tying the rope down with another eye-ring anchored to the floor, Aim fucked her suspended in the air, slapping her ass, pinching her nipples, playing with her ass, or filling her asshole with thick beads enchanted to clean her out.
Rutting into her like an animal, and feeling himself about to cum, years of abstinence having him feel like a quick-shot; Aim conjured forth a potion he'd created as a theoretical solution to the Devil Fertility issue. Honestly, he had a thousand different ways to solve that than the retarded Evil Pieces that were used in canon, from harvesting eggs and artificially inseminating them; which he'd proven worked, to cloning like how he grew his servitors from mutant-cancer ridden flesh compost. This potion was also tested on some of his Devils taken from his legion, affectionately named D-Class Personnel. They were imprisoned on the Eighth Circle of Hell; Fraud.
Taking a drought of the potion for himself, he pulled Zepar back by the throat, plugging her mouth with the potion and coaxing it down with soothing motions. Baring his teeth as he felt himself close to cumming, Aim sped up his thrusts, his hands gripping red marks into the soft ass-flesh and plush feminine hips of Zepar. Between one stroke and the next, Aim let out a deep masculine groan, gasping and taking in deep breaths as his edged cock shot off like a rocket into the womb of Zepar. He thrusted a few more times, before he ripped himself out.
Taking several deep breaths as he listened to the gasping orgasmic cries of Zepar, her lips whispering his name; he squatted down to watch his hyper-active and fertile semen flow out of the pristine pussy folds of his breeding toy.
Cracking a fat slap on her ass, drawing a keening cry from the incognisant Devil, Aim leaned forward and started to prod her ass with his tongue; a finger entering her sopping pussy as he waited for himself to get hard again. He could've used magic to cancel his refractory, but he didn't mind doing it naturally. Set a better pace for himself too. With her ass nicely lubricated with his spit, and his cock throbbing between his legs; Aim stood. Pressing fingers into her stomach, Aim waited several satisfying moments as orbs he'd shoved into her ass were pushed out, each one causing the anal ring to flutter beautifully. With the last one falling out, Aim sheathed himself into the twitching sphincter; groaning as he entered her inch by inch. The hot flesh twitched and pulsed around his member, Aim's eyes rolling back as he started to thrust.
Deciding to get dirty, Aim smacked Zepar's ass, growling out abuse, "Like that you fucking gay-ass whore. Like my cock in your ass, huh? How many cocks have you taken back here, you slutty cunt?"
Zepar made nonsensical sounds as she came to the sound of his voice and the stroking rhythm of his cock in her ass; the pleasure she obtained from the anal fuckery unmatched. The male G-Spot mixed with the compression of her sensitive pussy being messaged by the cock that stroked through her folds. Unable to form words, Zepar just drooled as she was fucked incessantly.
Getting tired of this angle, Aim burned away the bindings; but kept her handcuffs on, throwing her onto the couch that he then pressed her into. Growling into her lips as he molested her small teats that fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, Aim sheathed himself into her pussy, fucking her missionary like God intended. His cock was stimulated by the arse-fucking he just put her through, and it didn't take him long to plant yet another load into her cunt; pulling out half-way through his burst to paint her taunt little naval with his semen.
Stroking himself as he stared at the dazed eyes of the man he'd just utterly dominated and turned into a woman, Aim felt himself get even harder.
For there truly was no such greater masculine pride than turning another man into his woman.
Standing up on the couch, Aim's cock leveled at pretty pink lips, Zepar's tongue licking them as he pressed his cock forward; the mouth opening and his thick cock soon sheathing itself into her mouth. Aim let Zepar wow him with her pathetic tongue and oral display, and unsheathing himself he slapped her across the cheek. "That's how you suck cock?" He asked with tonal disgust and contempt, making Zepar whimper, although she couldn't hide the blush and wide, wanting eyes. "Open your mouth, you fucking whore; we're doing this until you suck cock like a professional." He sheathed himself into her, then started to skull fuck her, his balls clapping into her cheek.
When he got tired of that angle, he threw her down onto the couch and fucked her head into the couch cushions; then he got bored of that one, her gagging mouth growing loose. He had her lean her head off the edge of the armrest of the couch, fucking her mouth there until he blew his load down her throat, and across her chest.
His hand stroked himself a few times, sending stray ropes of semen onto her face; Aim licking his lips as he beheld the artful display before him. With a smile he dug his thumb into Zepar's cheek, stroking her other chin. "We're going to have a wonderful time together, Zep." He cooed, "Now, get on your fucking knees."
She went to get up, and he slammed her back into the couch, leaning forward, intense eyes glaring into her; "What do you say, Zep? What do you say when your master tells you to do something?" He whispered softly.
Zepar swallowed, her thighs rubbing together, "Ye-yes sir." She whispered back.
A soft smile spread on Aim's face. "Good girl." He whispered back, kissing her on a cheek that wasn't stained in cum. "Now, get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees."
Zepar shivered, "Y-yes sir." She whispered, crawling off the couch, shaking her ass. Aim walked over and slapped a red cheek, caressing the tight, slim little body that presented itself for him. She crawled awkwardly, her hands cuffed together.
Aim knelt by her head, gripping a fist full of her hair as he forced her to look at him, "Hmm. I don't think I'll ever get bored of you, Zepp. That's your new name around here, okay? Zepp."
"Y-yes, Master."
Aim pat her on the cheek, "Good girl." He said softly, "Now, let's get you in a collar and start teaching you some manners." He found a nearby collar with a leash, strewn on the ground, latching it around her; he tugged on it, frowning a moment after. "I like it when my hand chokes you." He muttered, dragging her face to look him in the eye, "Do you like it when my hand chokes you, or do you like this…thing." He yanked it again for emphasis.
"I-I like it when you do it, master." Zepp whimpered, "B-but, I want a Collar; please master! I-I'll be good!"
Aim's face was blank, entirely neutral; off puttingly so. Then he smiled, burning the leash away and instead just leaving the leather collar on her neck. "I'll snap it with my cock." He whispered, making her blush as he started to tighten it until it was uncomfortable.
Tilting her head up by two fingers raising her chin higher, Aim directed her to his cock, throbbing, pusling, angry and red for action. "You have five minutes to make me cum. If you succeed, I'll reward you with your own orgasm. If you fail, I'll ruin your next orgasm. The timer already started." She fell on his cock like a ravenous animal.
Aim groaned at the enthusiastic blowjob, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the moment.
This is the life…
…
"This is so not the life." Aim muttered as Zepp sucked on his cock. He was in his massive bed, naked as the day he crawled out of Lilith's womb; by all means, an amazing way to wake up.
Except for the fact that he received a missive from the Underworld's burgeoning cesspit; Lilith. It was Lucifer's first city, named after Lilith, and was the spawning place of Devil's.
The city was a pit of shit, blood, and birthing waters. Hovels and dirt holes where the proud 'Legions' of Hell resided, carved in the dirt like Wombat Nests. Millions of slaves worked and toiled for twenty-hours a day, working to build roads, foundries, smithies, palaces, and mansions. Devils worked and toiled to create cities capable of supporting a population of billions; Lilith's birthing hole spawning tens of thousands every day, generating endless souls for the armies of Lucifer. Lilith was truly a grand project, made possible by stupid amounts of man-power, the power of the all mighty Whip -for if there's a Whip, then there's a Way-, and the designing genius of Lucifer who, unlike the General that was Michael; Lucifer truly was a great Ruler. A brutal tyrant and despot, but a good, effective ruler who got things done.
Aim personally had a lot of faith in Lucifer winning this war. Lucifer was, without a doubt, more powerful and stronger than his future 'replacement' in the form of Sirzechs Gremory. Aim might not have watched much of DxD, but he knew some fanfiction; he knew how powerful Sirzechs was, touted Top 10 in the World.
Lucifer was…something else. He was, well, Lucifer. The Devil. If a random lucky fool who was just…born correct could out-power and out-might Lucifer; the Devil who created the entire race, then it was Lilith who was the true might behind Lucifer's war against God.
Lilith was a powerful Witch, that was for sure; a masterful expert in ritualism. But, she was merely a human mortal who was aging every day. Where her rituals corrupted angels into Devil Spawn, and raised the Original Sins of the Underworld into their aegis of Demonhood; Lilith remained a mortal woman. A powerful one, but humans within DxD, even the original Woman, always drew the shortest sticks.
No, Lilith was not the great mastermind behind Lucifer's success. She was integral to the creation of Devils, that was true, but even before her; he still had legions of Angels that had fallen, not all being anointed into the 72 Pillars due to being weak.
Lucifer, even before finding Lilith banished to this hellscape, was ready to wage war against his Divine Father with a rag-tag grouping of Angels; likely plotting to accrue power and recruit as many entities from the Underworld as possible to bring to battle. Even still, with far decreased forces, Lucifer believed himself capable of facing God.
Lucifer was power, this was true, and he was within a similar realm of strength that Sirzechs and Akuja touted; Super Devil, as it was known. While it might not be much in comparison to the next greater tier of Power that God represented, an original Aspect of this Universe; along the likes of Trihexia, Great Red, and Ophis, that was still mightily impressive. The question then remained, if Aim knew the seemingly impossible gap of strength between Lucifer and God; why did Aim have faith in the Devil Race of winning this Great War.
Because Heaven was doomed to fall.
Heaven, God, the Angels; they were a falling kingdom. Soon the Fallen would spawn, rejecting God and his tenants to live among humanity; slaking their vices. Soon God would anger pantheon after Pantheon with his little side-project for his dear Humans, desiring to create Sacred Gears would inevitably piss people off; for the accretion of 'illegally' stolen artifacts, kidnapped, slain, or sealed creatures, and the proliferation of dangerous and deadly weapons powerful enough to slay Gods being in the hands of mere humans…
Well that'd piss some people off rightly.
Heaven was making no friends. It was creating endless enemies, and only God's might kept them at bay from climbing into Heaven's halls.
And then there was Trihexia.
Eventually the enemies would mount, and all Hell needed to do to win; would be to win the attrition war. Aim was unsure if Lucifer knew that or not, unsure if the Devil of Pride saw that far; if he knew that this war would take thousands of years to conclude. For currently Titans roamed the Earth, Ra sailed his Sun, the Immortal Emperor reigned in the Heavens; there was an estimated three thousand year period before Jesus died on the cross.
Aim was confident regardless of whether Lucifer knew or not. For at the end of the day, all Lucifer needed to do was stay alive and keep the engines of war turning.
Aim would pick up the slack.
He could manufacture armies greater than Lilith. He could clone Lilith, steal her soul away, and keep her churning millions of Devils without end. Hell, he already had her DNA and Soul Signature stored away. But, now was not the time. Patience was required, for the engines of war needed to grind; if Hell looked to power, too adept, too capable and advanced, then it might elicit a personal visit from God to burn it all to the ground. Let the legions march, let the slaves toil; there would be a time for him to push things into balance, but now was not it.
Aim did not want this war to end. Because then grand civilization would take place, and he liked the current political climate. Lucifer liked him, and he liked Lucifer. The Satans liked him, save Asmodeus. He had two Satans that were aimed at political enemies like Baal and were growing determined to raise a nation and Empire that he could be proud of. Lucifer might be a great Ruler, but he was a Rebel at heart; and he'd take the nation he built and run it into the ground if that was what it took to spite his father.
If the war ended, then Aim couldn't casually commit war 'crimes' without there being an impetus to do so. He couldn't harvest swaths of Angels for their souls, nor could he venture into Earth to burn churches down and kidnap nice little Christain Children for their induction into D-Class Personnel. He couldn't send virus bombs to the gates of Heaven, nor could he psychologically torture Archangels and Serphim.
'I'm being a drama queen.' Aim thought in reference to what he said upon hearing the summonings, closing his eyes and enjoying the blowjob. 'I just don't want to get out of this bed…' He groaned as he came into Zepp's mouth, his little pet smiling up at him, showing him a clear mouth free of his semen. Taking her into his arms, Aim stealthily started a diagnostics process on Zepp, smiling as he felt the Life burgeoning within her. He'd worried that Zepar's Clan Trait would cancel out the fertility potion, but it seemed his worries were for naught.
Kissing her on the cheek, he took in her outfit, smiling as he stroked the woolen sweater he'd made for her.
She wore more modern clothing because he found she looked exceptionally cute inside of them, and he'd also had her wearing a few more…risqué selections of clothing.
Hugging Zepp closer, he listened to her heartbeat, sighing in satisfaction. Marriage wasn't really a thing yet, but 'chosen lovers' were, so he'd need to get on that; claim Zepp for himself, have many children to train into killing machines. Life Goals; set and in progress!
Was it morally unethical to train his own children into assassins, soldiers, and murderers? Possibly. He wasn't sure, but it seemed better than some of the shit he'd heard about back on Earth. Plus, Batman did it all the time, so he could do it better. Like a dozen different Damian Waynes…
Sure, he completely expected his children to fight in the D-Class holding cells by the age of…three sounded like a good number; but that'd make them tough! Strong! Or some other such shonen bullshit.
In all honesty, he just wanted his kids to be cute and capable of potentially surviving this world; and to do that, ye' needed to get good at killing. If they died, he'd make more though; and maybe revive them. If he remembered and they impressed him, or they were cute when they died.
'I'm going to be a great father. Me and Luci can exchange kids when he has them, and mine can neuter them during childhood so he doesn't become a disappointed father when they turn out as failures!' His mind wild with ideas, the squirming of his lover and future mother of horribly abused children drew him out of his thoughts.
Letting her go, Zepp squeaked a thanks and snuck off to the bathroom, Aim standing up, cleaning himself with a wave of fire, and drew on some edgy shadow robes. "Zepp! I'm headed to Lilith! I want to fuck you in the ass when I get back, and wear one of the cute skirts I got you!"
"Yes, sir!" So cheered his lover from the bathroom.
Smiling, Aim drew up the teleportation spell and slowly tron-scanned away.
…
Entering Throneside
Aim appeared in the central place, a massive building of blackened stone gathered from the mountain it was built into; towering over the sprawling city that looked like a million different bandit camps strewn out around mud-huts and hovels, interspersed with random okay-ish looking Villas; for the time-period, which wasn't saying much.
Aim sauntered through the halls, servants recognizing him as he passed by; and he opened to the Throne Room, or Great Hall, where a small selection of Lords were gathered.
Baal was skulking in a corner, trying to look menacing; somewhat succeeding, but Aim wasn't intimidated by the man who made being angry his entire shtick in life. There was Beelzebub who was giggling to herself, flies buzzing around her as Lucifer inspected the woman with wide eyes, Leviathan giggling right by her.
Asmodeus was checking out Beelzebub, trying to give a suave smile; one that could've attracted a teenage girl, but fell flat like a handsome frat-party guy with a dozen STDs trying to hook up with a passing mature Business Woman. Beelzebub just ignored him, and Aim could immediately see him becoming a problem if the two Satans started paying him attention.
Leviathan turned and brightened when she saw him, but he jerked his eyes and stared daggers at Asmodeus; Leviathan understood and instead smoothly turned to Beelzebub to talk about some random topic that had her so 'excited'. She also subtly directed Beelzebub's attention to both himself, then Asmodeus, expertly making her aware of the jealous fool in the room.
Aim for his end just walked up to Lucifer who was staring at Beelzebub, trying to make sense of what was before his eyes. Aim sat at Lucifer's foot, and glanced back at the Devil, "Like my work?" He asked.
Lucifer coughed, "Th-you did…that?" He swallowed, checking Beelzebub out once again.
Aim grinned, "She's got the hots for me, big guy. Besides, wouldn't that be incest? Don't answer that."
Lucifer's lip twitched and he shook his head, "Only you, Aim." He muttered.
"Yeah. By the way, I'm sorta starting a harem; got Zepar in my bed."
Lucifer gave him an odd look, only to snap his eyes over to Beelzebub. "...Should I be worried?" He asked.
Aim's purpled eyes stared at Lucifer, entirely emotionless. Then, slowly, he grinned, "You'd look nice around my cock."
The Devil coughed and choked on his spit, Lilith who was standing by Lucifer's throne threw Aim a completely baffled look. As Lucifer recovered, he rubbed at his nose, glancing over at Beelzebub once more, then whispered. "I'll think about it."
Aim looked more thrilled and alive than Lucifer had ever seen the man. Lucifer shuffled in his seat, returning himself back to the brooding Lord of Hell, and he stood, stroking a hand alongside Aim's cheek; and raising a fist, he called the room to attention.
What followed was boredom.
Movements of shifting frontlines, logistics networks, food shortages and Hellbeast Raids on local populations and encampments; Angel Kill Squads hunting down their scouts who were trying to find natural resource deposits within the Underworld; on and on the meeting went and droned.
Aim zoned out as Lucifer gave great addresses to the room, answering problems, diverting resources, delegating individuals; and soon some more interesting motions were made by those in the room.
Leviathan knelt before the throne, and once given the go-head by Lucifer with a wave of the hand, she spoke, "My Lord, if you would entertain me, I would like to propose a new position of state that an esteemed member of the court would take hold."
Lucifer frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion; but nodded, waving her to go ahead. Leviathan stood, "Myself, along with President Aim, have been in talks with Satan Beelzebub. With Aim and I being allocated towards foreign relationships outside and within the Underworld, I believe it imperative that we have an organization that would govern the domestic affairs of our burgeoning nation. To have a firm grasp on all situations, on the happenings and going ons of all levels of our nation; I propose the creation of an organization of Secretive Police and Intelligence officers that would gather information of all natures. To be processed by the organization and to act on it, or bring it before your eyes to demand your judgment on foul actors, infiltrators, seditious elements, and traitorous entities."
Lucifer glanced down at Aim, and the Devil smiled.
"Why would you bring this to my attention, Satan Leviathan? Why would we require such a thing in this state of war?"
"If I may?" Beelzebub asked, Lucifer and Leviathan nodding. "Lord Lucifer, it is through my actions that I have discovered numerous Clan Pillars that are planning the direct assassination of one Lord Aim sitting before your feet."
Aim waved to the crowd. "Hello."
Lucifer snorted, "Hmm." He leaned back, deep in thought. "I do not like the idea of this organization remaining too independent." He eventually stated.
"We could propose transparency in our records, declassified to the reigning Lord of Hell; but only the Lord of Hell." Beelzebub stated, "We exist to serve you, and to have you worried about plots and knives in the dark is our exact opposite intent. We could gather information regarding the motivations, plots, and schemes currently taking place all throughout the Underworld; setting our foundation in the very heart and seed of our eventual Empire."
"You keep saying that." Lucifer snapped, standing with a deep frown on his face. "What nation? What Empire!?"
"The one you are shaping." Aim spoke softly, although his voice carried through the entire room. "You have built your Generals, Lucifer. But you forget that you are a Ruler, before you are a General. That was someone else, after all."
Lucifer froze, then sat back down. "You speak of Michael." He uttered softly.
Aim nodded, looking down at a wide eyed Beelzebub and Leviathan. "Michael is the Sword of God; you were his Mourning Star, his Light Bearer. Regent."
Lucifer was a statue, gripping the armrests of his throne, staring at the stones before him like they were a lie. "Baal. Asmodeus. Out."
The two other Devils in the room immediately vacated the room, Asmodues casting them a victorious smile; thinking they overreached, while Baal narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Lucifer sat back in his throne, lost in his thoughts for a long while. "You three…you met? You spoke. You are plotting something."
"Aye." Aim nodded, standing and turning to face Lucifer, "We are." He gestured to Beelzebub, "Beelzebub is the ultimate spy, the greatest infiltration expert you could ask for. She will bring you information, she will be your eyes where they cannot travel. I believe she is loyal." He narrowed his eyes, and the woman bowed her head.
Lucifer chuckled, "Such control you have over my Lords of Hell, Aim." He noted, staring at Leviathan who avoided her eyes. "Are you loyal, Aim?"
"That depends." Aim said bluntly.
Lucifer laughed, "On what?"
"What you want from this war." Aim squatted down, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes at Lucifer, "Do you want the Throne of God? Do you want to Spite your father some way, somehow? Do you want to prove him wrong? What is your Ambition, Lucifer? What do you want; what is your Greed, what is your Lust? Or is it all just…" Aim's face twisted in contempt and disgust, "Pride. Because you couldn't stomach lowering your head to humans? You failed. Your rebellion was turned away; cast out, and struck down to this pit. So why do you continue to fight, Son of God?"
Lord and Servant stared at one another, hell-burnt red eyes staring into the soft murky purple depths of Aim. Lucifer broke the gaze, the intensity in the other man's eyes horrendous to witness. Aim took no action to defend, made no overt moves of aggression; he expected himself to die every word he spoke, but the burning curiosity in his voice was entirely genuine. The silence weighed on everyone in the room, Lilith glancing between Aim and Lucifer with horrified eyes, Leviathan staring at the stone with sweat dripping down her neck; while Beelzebub gazed at the stare-off with eyes of horrified interest.
"What do you want, Lucifer? Why are you alive?! Why fight? Why!? Why all of this?! Why, father? Why?" Aim cried, slamming his fist into the armrest of the throne, Lucifer flinching away at the act; staring up at Aim with wide eyes.
"What did you just call me?" Lucifer whispered.
Aim stared at Lucifer with disbelief, "You're the progenitor of an entire race…and not one has ever called you father?"
He flinched.
The Devil fucking flinched!
"I…" Words left the Devil, a hand pressing into his temple as a horribly confused look passed onto his face.
The scene before them was worthy of artwork. The Devil, looking lost and confused, pressed into his throne by the domineering posture and body language of a baffled and intensely interested man who towered over him. His demanding fist cracking into the stone armrest of the throne. Around the throne was the peeking interest of a wide-eyed Lilith, and two watching subjects, each with their own reactions.
Why?
Silence fell as Lucifer struggled to answer. It was obvious to all, after all; God and his rebellious Son, one filled with Pride, cast out. Revenge, or Spite, or an incensed Pride? He was the Devil, and who dared question the Devil?
Wroth built on Aim's face.
His hand lashed out and ripped Lucifer up by the throat, and in a flare of brilliant Hellfire; they vanished from the Throne Room. In an explosion of fire, on the peak of the great mountain overlooking Lilith, they appeared.
"Look!" Aim roared in the face of Lucifer, the Devil spilling out weakly onto the snow-capped mountain. He looked up, and beheld Lilith. A familiar sight.
His army.
"You see nothing more than an army. You see tools and weapons, you see slaves and their uses; good. This is good. But why don't you see what they are building?" He pressed, Aim squatting down at him and pointing at the throngs of individuals…
Building.
"You failed Lucifer. And you know what I think? I think you and your kind are all fucked in the head. I think you're fucking insane. Know why? Because you keep on doing the same thing. You rebel, you get fucked, and you do it again! Iblis, Samael, Lilith, Lucifer; you challenge the Might of God, but you forget he's an Aspect. That he created you; so why do you fight? No you need to think Lucifer, think like that damned Snake; be cunning, be subtle, and if that doesn't appeal to your pride, be fucking magnificant." Aim ranted in the face of The Devil, the man wincing at each word.
And desperately, he whispered, "How?"
"Build a Kingdom. Build a Nation that is the anathema of his; or build one even greater than Heaven! Tear him down, kill Gods, ruin his creation, end humanity, or twist it in your image! Be unique damnit! Be creative!" Aim tapped rapidly at his temple, "Think!"
Aim heaved, breathing deep breaths with each intake of air. He messaged his temple, staring down at The Devil who knelt on his knees, overlooking Lilith with lost eyes.
"She named me Aim." The Devil Lord that dragged Lucifer to the top of a mountain to shout at him spoke softly. "I did not know what that name meant, but I like to view myself as a Guide. A direction. I point, you question; but I only point and answer, I only provide if the question and reason for your motive is true." Aim turned to stare at Lucifer, the two meeting eyes, "You are the Lord of Lies, you are Lucifer; Demon King of Hell. You are many things; Helel, the Fallen Angel. The foolish son with too much Pride. But your past does not define you, Lucifer; so stop fucking lying to yourself." The rage peeked through the calm words, only for Aim to close his eyes for a brief few moments to calm himself.
Then, he began again, "It is how you advance. How you march forward. I like to build, and to destroy; to twist, and corrupt, to own and dominate. Find something that motivates you more than just…whatever this is." He gestured in disgust.
Aim stood from his squat, sighing deeply, "Come find me in the Throne Room when you find what you want to do in this life. You only get one, after all." He chuckled, as he teleported away in a gust of flame.
And so Lucifer knelt on a mountain.
A bush lit itself on fire.
The Hellish flames burned the snow covered plant away, reflecting their light in The Devil's eyes.
