IDLE HANDS ARE THE DEVIL'S BEST FRIEND (Aim's Theme Song)
He stepped through the halls of his palace, his booted feet clicking through their silence. Thirty wings of feathered gold, stained black and red, were furled at his back; the Devil's massive down feathers dragging on the stones of his home as he walked; each wing so large that even furled they took up most of the hall.
Slaves, Devils, and Servants bowed as he walked through them; entirely ignorant of the thoughts racing through his head. His hair, formerly always perfect and orderly, was instead ruffled, askew, with strands sticking out of place. His crimson eyes, formerly burning with wroth intentions and unknowable intelligence were instead swimming with something entirely different than the Devil that declared war on Heaven and God. They shone with thoughts, with questions; but most of all they sparked with a shine of ambition. It was not truly noticeable inside of his expression, but the way he seemed to rapidly consider thoughts, subtly shake his head, and then consider one anew; then one truly saw the change in direction that the Devil had made after the talk with his…
Son.
Lucifer swallowed thickly at the notion, a personal knot tying itself into his chest. Lucifer cared not for the Devils around him, the servants, the lesser, and the fools. He cared little for the pathetic games and political intricacies that Baal tried to tie him with, nor for the foolish power games that so infected his people's minds.
He had a war to fight, a war to win!
Why?
Aim, since his birth, was always something special to Lucifer. The Seventy Two were some of the first Devils to be born, and Aim was the Tenth. The tenth born from Lilith's ritual, and as the boy crawled out of the blood, he waddled over to Lilith, and called her mother. He laughed at Lilith's flustered face, and then the child gazed up at Lucifer who's laughter drew the child's attention; and he opened his arms up, petulantly asking for 'upies'.
Aim was the first child Lucifer ever held in his hands. There was a bond there, a Bond that had never broken. Lucifer distanced himself mentally from that bond, but physically and emotionally? He hadn't the slightest clue how to do that. Aim always sat next to him during any meeting, he spoke to him utterly casually, although with respect and constant curiosity; Lucifer answered, taught, and tried to educate his Son on the foulness of Heaven. He spoke more to Aim in the fourteen years of birthing Devils than he had to Lilith.
It didn't take Lucifer long to find that Aim was a Devil of Sloth, the boy quiet, and as he grew into a man; receded into himself. Yet, every word Aim spoke tended to always surprise Lucifer, always made him question, think, reevaluate, or scrap a plan and go with something entirely different! Aim did not do this in any manipulative way; and thinking back on the conversation in the Throne Room, Lucifer was the one who dragged him into the way of Leviathan.
Aim was just playing the game he'd set up.
'The Empire you are Shaping.' Lucifer shivered, his steps more…thought out. More methodical, he was aware of his blinking, his breath, his every movement and twitch as he walked the halls of the seat of his Empire. 'How much do I shift and move with every action that I take?' Lucifer wondered, gazing out a window and staring down at the sprawl that grew at the foot of his palace. 'How…ugly.' His face twisted in disgust, and yet found no-one except himself to blame.
The more he thought, the more he considered. The more he found his Pride rankled at the idea of building a crumbling Empire, one doomed to fall.
His steps paused at the great doors of the Palace. He tapped them, and they opened slowly. His eyes beheld Aim, the man in his plain black robe lounging lazily in his throne. Next to him Leviathan paced, not having noticed the doors opening. She looked extremely worried, while Beelzebub stared at him with wide eyes, the buzzing flies around her buzzing more excitedly.
Lilith meanwhile stood next to his throne, looking down at Aim with odd eyes; ones that turned horrified as she noticed him.
Lucifer walked, his boots the only sound in the utterly silent room.
He stopped before his Throne.
Aim's eyes slowly reached up to meet his own.
Bored, apathetic. Searching.
Then a smile broke out on his face. Aim chuckled, pushing up on the Throne and vacating it. He stood to his right, where Lilith stayed to his left, and he bowed his head.
"Hail to the King." Aim muttered lowly, his voice traveling in the silence of the room.
Lucifer sat.
'It'd never felt so…real.'
He felt like he was sitting in his Father's Throne, watching over the System of Heaven.
"You are planning something." Lucifer stated, looking up at Aim.
His son nodded. "Myself, Leviathan, and Beelzebub have formed an Alliance of some sort. A nameless political party, with abstract goals that I left to Leviathan to create." Aim stared down at the frozen Leviathan who avoided both their gazes. "But, such things can come at another time, my Lord. Our actions here were designed to insert Beelzebub in a position where we wouldn't be taken by surprise by anything on the domestic side of the state; one that I was aware you hadn't yet conceptualized, but as you can see," He gestured to the room, "Two of your greatest Leaders see greater potential in what you've inadvertently started to established. For I asked them questions regarding the future, something that Devil Kind tends to be…poor at." Aim chuckled.
Lucifer frowned, "These questions…"
"What next? What happens when we break into the Kingdom of Heaven and sack it for every treasure? What happens when we make every Archangel fall? What happens when Michael lays dead at your feet? what happens when God rallies his forces and falls to Hell's might?"
Lucifer stared at Aim with wide eyes, "...You believe it to be possible." He uttered softly.
Aim's intense eyes stared his father down, "I know it so, Lucifer. For all we must do is play the long game. Heaven will make Enemies, too many. We will make enemies, but it will not matter; for however many foes we bring to the Underworld, I will harvest their souls and raise them as undead. For however many Gods that dare fight our armies, I will slay them and pump their Ichor to fuel engines of armageddon. For every blow we take, so long as our Elite stands powerful and strong, then the losses will be easily replenished."
Lucifer's lip twitched, and he turned to gaze at the pale Lilith. "Lilith will not survive. The ritual is draining her. She will die within the next five years." Lucifer said softly.
Aim laughed. "If she wishes to live for a thousand, then I shall make it so! Besides, who said she was the only one who could birth entire armies? Apocrypha's foundries could burn with arcane might, producing trained Low and Medium Class fodder by the hundreds of thousands! And I could build a thousand more, hidden in every mountain, valley, cavern, and swamp within the Underworld." Aim grew impassioned, "I've been building, but I always held doubt. I held doubt in you Lucifer."
The Devil stared up at his Son, feeling more sure of himself than he had in centuries. "...Show me. I will not squander you, Aim. Not any longer." Aim had always spoken of his creations. He was an inventor, a known one, but besides some novelties, beyond fancy spells and interesting theories; Lucifer never leveraged the man as he'd once tried to learn from him. Aim was…beyond him in intelligence. The complexities that the man casually leveraged with simple thought baffled the Devil, and his Pride in his own intelligence kept him away.
Aim's smile beamed, and the Devil felt…pride. Not in himself, but in someone else.
He touched his face. Was he smiling? Oh, he was.
"Come." Aim gestured to his Lord and Father, "See my works, and Despair." The two of them vanished in a wave of Hellfire, and they appeared before a massive Vault Gate.
Lucifer stared at the bloody sigils and papers, seeing the tortured cries and screams of his once former kin. He felt no pity for them. They were…tools. He doubted if the things even constituted as souls; more like programs than anything alive.
He gazed down at the blood, recognizing the spatial configuration that it acted as a medium for, and let himself fall through.
He rose from the blood clean of its sticky iron grasp, and gazed over the realm that his son had created.
And so he witnessed an inspired creation.
"This is the Circle of Limbo. My manufacturing and resource production facility." Aim stated, spreading his five pairs of Demonic Wings.
Lucifer twitched, seeing them. He'd need to teach Aim how to properly create Wings; his own thirty Wings were a product of practice, and he hoped that Aim would be capable of shape-shifting his own into something unique. Hell, even Lilith, due to technically being a Demonic Entity -thanks Dad- was able to create Thirty Wings; fooling many into believing her a Devil, even though she was, at the end of the day; just a Human. A powerful one, but a Human all the same.
Lucifer took to the skies with his Son, following him through the massive ring platform that surrounded a central pit, that his eyes peered into; jaw dropping slightly as he beheld an amount of Knowledge he hadn't seen since his time in Heaven.
Aim started to explain to Lucifer how he harvested the Dimensional Gap of matter material, and then used transmutative magic, a realm of Alchemy -something Lucifer didn't even know was a School of Magic- to turn them into different materials that were needed throughout Apocrypha. Then he brought Lucifer to the Fleshworks, where he witnessed his Devils and Angel kin being harvested of their meat, skin, bones, and blood by the hundreds; massive vats and tanks being used to process, preserve, and then store the living biomass.
Lucifer watched the 'servitors' as his son explained them moving throughout Limbo with uncanny proficiency. He was reminded of Heaven, but he found this…artistically inspired. He was unsure of how to describe it, but where Heaven felt…fake, trying to emulate Life using the machines that were the Angelic Host; there was no such pageantry here that attempted to occlude an observer to the fact that the slaves of Heaven were just that, slaves. Here, his son had mastered Life itself, and had bent it to his desires; birthing thousands of servants to help himself to any material need he so desired for the expansion of his Second Circle; Lust.
Here, Lucifer walked the libraries, watching the skulls of devils and angels -the stench of light emitting from the angelic skulls painfully obvious- deliver books to their rightful places, organizing an endless stream of papers, or writing and printing out books by the dozen-fold, expanding their libraries into nooks and crannies that his mystic senses noted as being spatially expanded.
Lucifer walked through a library's bookshelves, following the guiding system as he walked through a massive shelf utterly dedicated to a single type of magic; Decay. It was a wealth of knowledge that even in the realms of Heaven would likely be summarized within a single book, but here there were dozens of compendiums that would take thousands of hours of study to process; giving the reader an utter understanding of all mechanisms of decay, its functions, its mystic, mundane, and magical functions. Research; cited. Sources; primary. Experiments; tested and proven.
Lucifer listened to his son wax on and on without end about his studies, speaking of the Brains, biological computational devices that were cloned, mutated, curated, crippled, and expanded versions of his own brain; then ensouled with a direct copy of his own. It was they who learned, dreamed, and experimented; commanding the legions of Servitors to experiment and create this wealth of knowledge that Aim had hoarded. Hoarded for this day, to show the Devil the lengths of his efforts, to play his hand, to show his worth, to prove that he was greater than other Devils.
And they descended.
It was in the Circle of Greed that Lucifer witnessed a level of wealth that Mammon would sacrifice anything to obtain. They walked a long hall filled with show pieces for a time; statues of gold, petrified angelic and demonic figures, gemstones so large they reflected his entire face within their perfectly cut surfaces; enchanted artifacts that burgeoned with power, demonic and holy both. Thousands of weapons were on display as they walked, and when they exited this hall of pure vanity; Lucifer sucked in a breath.
"Welcome to Greed, I took inspiration from a certain candy maker."
A realm of wealth.
A land of carpeted gold, flowing lengths of the finest velvets; everything embroidered with gold, silver, and platinum. There were mountains of coin looming over them in the great distance, molten foundries pouring what was undoubtedly precious metals in endless quantities. Within this realm, Servitors wearing black uniforms with golden linings walked or huddled in this endless tide of wealth; and as they flew closer Lucifer found they were artisans and craftsmen. Endless chests filled with weaponry, swords fit for his Generals, spears that would pierce the strongest of angelic armor, bows and crossbows fitted with enchanted arrows, javelins that would make Zeus interested, sets and suits of armor ranging from all nations, creeds, cultures, and time-periods. From plate, chain, platemail, leather, hide, roman, European, Mongol, oriental, Japanese, modern, and so much more decorated an endless realm of greed.
It was as they flew that Aim spoke, "I've had limited success with re-creating the Agares Clan Trait, but limited does not mean none." He stated, "I've deactivated it while we fly within this Circle. But, within certain areas of Limbo, and within the Realm of Greed, there is a Time Dilation Effect that dilates time to a ratio of 1:50."
"The power!" Lucifer exclaimed, unable to imagine the power it would take to envelope a realm this large in such a powerful magic.
Aim laughed, "This realm is a pocket dimension forged out of the Dimensional Gap. I've found those conditions reduce the cost of Space-Time Magic greatly. With costs reduced, I needed a way to generate power, and for that, I turned to an old idea. I call it the Soul Engine, and what it does is it effectively grinds souls, absorbing their emotional devastation, the agony, every little concept or emotion; then it spits it back out. The soul is eternal, unless it meets certain forces." Aim's hand flared with black flames, "The soul will regenerate and recuperate, before it is fed back into the machine; endless energy if built to a large enough scale, and well." Aim pointed, Lucifer's jaw dropping.
Thousands of holes dug into the ground, surrounded by endless skulls and bones.
Lucifer could see the souls, rising back up and resting within the skulls and bones that formed the foundation of this foul work of mystic engineering, then from the center of this Well of Souls a blast of Energy would shoot out into the realm; dissipating in the air. He could feel lingering magics that devoured and snapped up the constant energy streams that blew out of the Soul Wells, storing the energy for the Dilation effect that these Servitors lived and worked endlessly within.
"They are given blueprints and designs by the Brains, some of whom live within the Circle of Greed, and others who exist without. They are those that are best skilled in the realm of enchanting and more fine work that the industrial mass manufacturing Circle of Limbo cannot replicate without complex reorganization; thus they exist here within this realm of endless greed."
They flew for an hour, flying at near their greatest casual speed without straining themselves; this realm filled with endless treasure, random stops being made as Lucifer dove down to inspect a random piece of artwork, an object radiating mystic energies, or just paused to play on a piano or instrument that drew his attention.
"You can take whatever you like…Father." Aim said as he listened to his father play a song on an organ. The Devil froze, glancing over at Aim with wide eyes.
"...You truly see me as a Father, Aim?"
"Do you see me as a son?" He asked back, making Lucifer pause, then slowly nod.
Aim smiled, "Then that is all that is needed." Aim placed a hand on his back, "I look up to you. I see The Devil, like many others, and like all others; we look up to that ideal. We, the Devil race, see you as an empyrean idea. But I? I also see you as a person and man; one who listens, one who shapes, and one who needs the most guidance in life." A sense of bitterness rose on Aim's face, "But you never ask. I showed you my magic, I hinted, I placed breadcrumbs, I postured, I slew armies, I nearly made Gabriel fall, and I taunted you with Immortality." Aim growled, "But you never asked! I would've given you everything, if you but asked."
Lucifer turned to look away, only for Aim's hand to reach out and turn his face towards him. "Look at me, Luce. Just…look. I offer you everything, yet your Pride; that damnable Pride always refuses! You are the only one I kneel for! I hate it, but I do. You are the only one I would give everything to, but you always refuse it. I'm begging you, Lucifer; just…be Evil. Be selfish. Learn to Sin for God's sake! Live! I brought you to a realm of endless knowledge, and you just glanced around! I brought you to a realm of infinite wealth and greed; only welling up melancholy and whimsy! I offer you ways to win this War, and you grow determined, true; but it's always a mystery. It's always a question of what you grow determined to do!"
"Why?" Lucifer asked. "Why…do you offer this? What poisoned apple am I biting into?"
Aim stared into Lucifer's eyes, disbelief riding on his face, "I'm worried about you, Lucifer. I fear as time marches on, I fear for you. You are our Lord. Our God. Yet you are Man. We, all of us, are Mortal. We may exist till Time ceases marching on; but we can still die. We can still change. And I fear for you. I fear a man placed in a war that may never end so long as he is alive. I fear a man who is surrounded by yes-men and sycophants, I fear for my father who refuses to enjoy life and live. I fear for a man who has never known love." Aim gripped Lucifer's shoulders as the man turned away slightly, trying to hide whatever emotion rode up on his face. The Devil's fingers gripping into Aim's robes, not pushing him away, but holding him in place.
"I said look at me." Aim seethed.
And Lucifer turned, his eyes welling with tears, before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto Aim's lips. Lucifer growled into the man's lips, Aim slowly reciprocating as shock waded away. Aim dragged Lucifer up and off the organ chair, the two of them slipping and falling down a mountain of gold. It would've hurt if they weren't capable of walking through a nuclear blast, their hands gripping into their clothes as they fell; rolling out onto the base of the mountain in a river of velvet and silk.
There, Aim looked up at Lucifer, the man's eyes wide with the action he'd just taken. The emotions that he had welled up, the visible care, the genuine emotion, the heartfelt truth that Lucifer felt with each word. He was the Lord of Lies, and he knew all lies. Aim's words were truth.
Aim for his part felt shocked, and conflicted.
He wasn't gay.
But, he truly did love this man.
Closing the distance slowly, Aim softly captured Lucifer's lips, the two of them enjoying one another's bodies in the realm of Greed, surrounded by mountains of gold and precious metal; paintings and artifacts poised around them, casting a golden shine down on the taboo relationship taking place within its halls.
Lucifer softly moaned as Aim suckled on his neck, Lucifer's hands wandering through his most loyal subject's purple hair, staring into those sinful eyes that swallowed him into their comforting gaze. Lucifer's hands trailed along Aim's chest, divesting him of the robe that covered his body, his finger's tracing every inch of the other man's body. Then his hands coasted down his stomach, then reached over his groin, and froze.
"Ah." Lucifer whispered, hurt in his voice and eyes. Pain was in Aim's own eyes, and for the first time, he broke Lucifer's gaze. "Am I not…" Lucifer asked, painfully. Brokenly. For the first time in his life, Lucifer found himself ugly, imperfect, his Pride wilting, insecurity brewing, confusion rising as he dealt with a physical rejection so profound that it wounded his very psyche.
"No. No!" Aim stated, leaning up and capturing his lips once more, rolling him to the ground as he dominated the distracted man, trying to salvage this. "I, I just don't like men that way. I, I love you Luce, I truly do," He gave Lucifer a painful smile, "I'm just…straight. I like women, not men."
Lucifer jolted at the admission of love, The Devil staring up at Aim with wide eyes. Then his eyes grew determined and he growled, "Then make me one and fucking take me." He demanded thrusting against Aim, the other man shocked, before Lust brewed in his eyes; the visible desire soothed an injured Pride, Lucifer let out a soft groan as Aim leaned down to kiss his jawline. A sprout of fire revealed a potion, Aim uncorking it.
Lucifer opened his mouth, the image utterly tantalizing. Unknown to both men, this image would be immortalized by an observing Servitor; the painter instantly sketching out the scene. Aim saddled over Lucifer who was sprawled out enticingly in a bed of velvet and silk, mountains of gold towering over the two as Aim held a tincture in his hand, the pink and purple potion's liquid dripping down and being fed into Lucifer's wide open mouth.
The Devil swallowed every last drop, growling as he leaned forward and captured Aim's mouth once more; feeling his body shift, feeling it burn with a powerful warmth. His own royal robes were burned away as Aim coated a layer of Hellfire over them; allowing the two to watch the transformation as Lucifer's hips grew fuller, his chest expanding, his thighs growing fuller; until he became she.
Lucifer felt at her chest, staring down at the large orbs with wide eyes; then she looked up to find a beast staring down at her. Her eyes trailed down Aim's ruffled form, divest of his robe, he still wore trousers, a prominent and growing bulge evident inside his pants. She pushed herself up, taking Aim into her lap, holding him close as they used their respective weights to balance one another. Pressing her forehead onto Aim's and looking into his eyes, Lucifer saw Lust, Love, Worship, and Fealty. She found so much inside his eyes, that she feared it. She feared that she'd lose it.
"You won't leave me?" Lucifer asked, ashamed of how desperate and weak she sounded.
Where her voice sounded soft and small, Aim's sounded raw. "Never. Unto the End."
She kissed him, molding her lips with his own, growling as she pushed him back and crawled onto his form. Her hands ripped down and freed his length from their prison, and she licked her lips, her hands stroked and coaxed his cock; and she felt the ever present warmth in her naval grow even bolder. It twitched and pulsed in her hands, Aim laying back and simply enjoying her hands. Pushing herself back, she sat on his thighs, placing his member between them. Aim's arms supported her calves, his fingers trailing along them, softly needing muscle. Glancing to him, she saw his worship; his faith, and felt herself grow wetter. Pressing him against her lips, Lucifer felt her lip twitch at the odd sensation, eyes rolling back briefly as a shock of pleasure coursed through her. Women shouldn't feel this pleasure at just some light foreplay; was it the potion, or was this just her new body?
Lucifer started to lift her hips, her wetness coating his cock as he started to slowly thrust with her own motions; fucking her thighs, his tip pressing and molding her lips, at times clipping her clit as the sensual actions played out. Their eyes met, emotions beyond mere sexual gratification meeting and intermingling; the act of sex becoming something so much more than just mere physical pleasure. The taboo nature of this relationship, the sudden evolution of its nature, their respective status, the danger that inserting that cock into her sopping cunt would bring.
Children born from Lucifer; the thought had her womb shivering, had her mind fluttering with emotion, new lust, new desire being born. With an alteration of angle, Lucifer had Aim's bulging cock enter into her, eyes rolling back as she felt him enter inch by dangerous inch. She fell forward, the change in position forcing even more cock into her cunt, Lucifer's eyes rolling back as she fell onto his chest, trying to stifle her a moan; only for it to turn into an even more embarrassing mewl.
She felt the rise and fall of Aim's chest, and peeked up, seeing his eyes wide. She watched him lick his lips, then visibly saw the restraint fade; saw the animal start to stalk out. Lucifer yelped as his hands lifted her, fingers digging into soft folds by her waist, the tips of which digging into her ass and spreading them apart. He lifted her with unnatural strength, and then sheathed her onto his cock, thrusting into her. Her arms supported her on his chest, the pace being set at a rapid and frenzied thrusting; juxtaposed by their gazes never breaking.
"Fu-fuck me, Aim. I want, I want it!" Lucifer found herself crying, the man pushing her back, mounting her in missionary, only to flip her legs up and over; an ideal position for the purposes of breeding. His cock pounded into her, his voice echoing back her desires.
"Fuck, I'm going to fill you up, Luce! I'm going to get you pregnant. Sh-shit." Aim saw stars as Lucifer's cunt tightened as she came, the pleasure he was feeling incomparable to the fucking he'd given Zepp; there was emotion here, there was more than just the sinful desire to claim and corrupt. Now, now there was substance, there was meaning given to each and every thrust.
Aim continued to thrust into her, and his pace only increased as he rutted into her like a beast; eyes going wide as he suddenly stopped, sheathing himself entirely into her depths, cock tip stretching against her womb as Lucifer went stock still. Her thighs shook and twitched, Aim's hips trembling as he put a deluge of vital cum into her womb. His chest pumped air into his lungs, and with a mental cast of magic, his cock hardened, his balls churned, and Aim growled. His fingers dug into Lucifer's hips, and he started to fuck her again.
"Don't stop! Don't you fucking dare stop!" Lucifer cried, with Aim's thoughts echoing her own, all of his partitions focusing on a single action.
'Do not stop. Keep fucking her. Do not stop. Keep fucking her. Get her pregnant. You three, work on developing spell formula to enhance the chances, you five, focus on the exact angle your fucking her. Fingers, keep that death grip going, we're not stopping until our hips are ash. Oi, motor muscles and fine muscle control; keep the good work up, we're going to be here for a few days. Diagnostics, how are we looking?'
'We're looking at four G-Spots in the cunt, and three in the ass; Devil biology's crazy y'all! The ones in the ass are pretty shallow, get a hand to work down there and she'll be cumming for hours. The current projections for vaginal fuckery are going to need correction in 4.24 seconds, move the angle 5 degrees to the left, then 7 degrees down; we need the cock tip pressed against the cervix at these intervals, otherwise she won't be cumming on time for the projected release window!'
'Good work brain! Bio-Control, how are we doing?'
'On projected schedule, yer' lordship! We's be needing a few milliseconds of break in the next five er' so seconds lest we blow four seconds early though!'
'Good! Get back to work you sack of meat!'
'Aye aye, sirs!'
Hours passed as Aim fucked Lucifer in every position under the son. His cock penetrated all of her holes, depositing his cum in her virgin ass, her virgin pussy, and her virgin mouth; his cum decorated her body as his ball churned semen to shoot it out like a facet, covering her as he worked with a method of madness borne from having 288 minds working all at the same time; all devoted towards fucking every ounce of stress and worry out of this woman before him.
As the twelfth hour of fuckery passed, Aim took a deep breath as he kneeled before cum stained velvet and silk; Lucifer unconscious before him.
'We...survived?'
'We did it?'
'Holy shit, I thought it'd never end.'
'Waaater...'
With a tired breath, he closed his eyes and fell on his side; sleeeeeeeep.
I debated on putting a Gay Warning at the start of the chapter, but decided that the shock factor was more worthwhile. So sorry not sorry if that annoyed you.
Continued tour of Apocrypha comes next, and then we'll get into some Civ building, some more War stuff, Gabriel's interlude, yada-yada.
