Work Book 1

PoV - Yahweh, The Jealous One

I was a Jealous God.

This I admitted freely.

It has always been one of My worst traits.

My rage. My possessive nature.

Heaven was My paradise to My followers. Heaven was my home to My children. Humanity was Mine to shepherd unto their greatness. Hell was My battlefield to conquer. Angels were My children, and My children alone.

So to see the mark of a pagan on My son… on My consort…

This is a step too far. I stood before Rachumel as he visibly gathered himself - and I ignored the pang of pain in My heart from seeing his eyes filled with fear at Me. "I have been tolerant of your shenanigans, Rachumel. But accepting a blessing from a pagan-"

"Okay wait!" My son blurted out, and My ire rose at My creation's interruption. "Let me at least explain everything before You punish me!"

I paused, willing my wroth to wait, if just for the moment. "And you so swear to accept the punishment I mete out?"

"Absolutely! Well, I'll probably bitch about it, being honest, but yes! Hear me out from the beginning to end, please!" Rachumel held his hands up placatingly.

"And what if I do not? I am well aware of your silver tongue, Rachumel."

"But! You are a fair and just God. Not just jealous."

"…Speak. And if you lie-"

"I won't! I swear on my first life's wedding vows, I won't lie or mislead You! No gaslight, no gatekeep, no girlboss, honest!"

I let the silence linger, tempering my rage. Rachumel rarely invoked his previous life against Me, knowing he won't go back to it. I hesitate to say he's moved on from that life… "Proceed."

"Alright, so, I went down to that peaceful stretch of Earth, yeah? Kokobiel had cleaned it all up, no monsters or demons. I got myself a fishing rod, sat at the ocean, sipped some water because beer isn't a thing yet." His hands gesture as he goes, miming his actions from where he stands before Me. "So there I was, half-asleep, enjoying the sun all naked, a real lazy day."

I strangle the thought of Rachumel sunbathing naked before it can even form. "And?"

"And then giant fucking testicles get dunked into the ocean few nautical miles off the shore!" Rachumel throws his hands up, his face scrunched in incredulity.

A look I mirror as some of My rage bleeds into confusion. "…What?"

"That's what I said!" The little angel points directly at Me. "Do you know how hard it is to take anything seriously when you just got flashed with city-sized balls?! My mind was furiously scrubbing wrinkly details from my brain! I was flashbanged by the world's oldest 'Deez Nuts' joke, and I wasn't even the one who got to tell it!"

"Continue," came My stern command. I did not wish to hear about these testes in detail.

"Right, so, about that." Rachumel swallowed harshly, at least appreciating that now was not the time for tangents. "So as my mind is furiously scrubbing the details away, I looked, up, and low and behold, the Titans of Orthys are celebrating stopping their dad."

"That…" That was today…? I roved over My memory into the previous glimpses of prophecy, certain I could not possibly have missed this… And I am correct. When last I considered the realm of the Theoi, Gaia would not have moved to stop her husband for at least another decade, but clearly, someone has pushed her to act sooner. Then it is as I feared. Enemy action has occluded My sight… I shall investigate later. "So it did."

"Right… Right!" Rachumel has noticed My pause, but it is clear the fear in him is limiting his curiosity for the moment. "So my human memories start panicking in the back, because they recognize what's going on, but I've got nuts on the brain, and-"

"And so, the Theoi of Love and Passion was born, yes. Prophecy and your memories together make guessing rather simple." Inconsequential overall, but for her encounter with My son. Ishtar was far more volatile a goddess than Aphrodite could hope to be, vain as the Greek goddess would become. "And then-"

"LET'S-" I temper My ire once more as Rachumel interrupts me, "-not jump to conclusions, okay?!" His hands were frantically waving. "Right, so, keeping to honesty - Aphrodite practically stun-locked my brain."

"…And pray tell, son, why is this reason to lessen your punishment?" My arms crossed under My bosom, and surprisingly, Rachumel ignored it.

"Because I'm a grown man with life experience and sex experience who has pounded my former wife so damn hard the corner of the bed broke. That was expensive to replace…" The little angel shook his head from the cobweb of memories. "I'm pretty damn good at controlling my horniness-"

"Debatable." My deadpan was tinged with anger.

"Okay, fair, but most of that is just words. Fact of the matter is, when confronted by a beautiful naked goddess quite literally sculpted to perfection, how many non-Seraphim would be able to say they kept talking once she grabbed their dick or tit? How many of my siblings are prepared to actually face some of their deities with more esoteric domains?"

My silence was not just because My divine thoughts were considering his words.

My silence was mostly because I was controlling My incandescent rage that some pagan whore touched My son. I was hardly proud of My possessive envy at this moment, but I would not let it rule over Me.

Yet, I will grant Rachumel this, it is unlikely most any other angel could have kept their mind focused when faced with an incarnation of passion like her. "A… fair assumption. You were better prepared than most."

"I even knew about her, and it didn't help!" Rachumel's hands gestured wildly to his side. "Like, who the hell is prepared to have a smoking hot goddess dropped in their lap?!"

"I'm certain you were so stupified you couldn't call me for aid." I certainly hoped he heard the sarcasm dripping there.

"Pretty sure Aphrodite could have killed me before You heard me, especially with the Beast business. But she… didn't. She was… good? Nice implies other things. Kind." Rachumel squared his shoulders and met the illusion covering My face. "She wasn't a bad goddess, Mom. Not yet, at least."

"A pagan is a pagan. One you cavorted with."

"Oh come on, we just talked after I stopped her from giving me a handy! It's not like I fucked her, Mom!"

My thoughts halted like the equivalent of a ten-lane car pile-up, and I looked down at Rachumel. "…You? Resisting freely offered sex with someone who wouldn't be harmed by it?"

"Wow, okay! That's…" Rachumel winced, and his hand rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, I can see where that opinion of me would come from." His hands spread contritely. "Look, the Ten Commandments aren't even a thing yet. But I didn't dishonor You, or my sisters. It was so damn tempting, Elo, but I didn't."

"…Your hand, please." To his credit, Rachumel offered it instantly. Perhaps I was too hasty with my judgement of him.

I picked apart the entire encounter from beginning to end, once again using My divine might to suppress My emotions. From their meeting, their flirting, their skinship, their questions and answers; I analysed every single nanosecond with My mind. True to his words, Aphrodite laughably outclassed him, and were it not for that infuriating infatuation with him, Rachumel would have been in far more danger. "…You gave her all her domains?" I asked, terse and annoyed.

"Uh, I figured if I gave a spoiler, I'd live?" My son answered, awkward and contrite. "I think it worked."

"All it did was infatuate her further with you."

"Uh, Task Failed Successfully?" He cringed away from My unamused air. "Mouth is faster than brain, sorry."

I explosively exhaled. To be honest, I wasn't angry with Rachumel after viewing his memories. His quick tongue saved him, most likely. Yet, Aphrodite would have taken time to become the vain and irate goddess she would have become. Now I am honestly unsure what kind of deity she will be from his interference and honest guidance.

Now, my anger is from worry. "Rachumel… I see now there is nothing to forgive, for you acted as best you could." He moves to stand straighter, a smile on his face. "Do you not realize, however, that unless Aphrodite rescinds that blessing, there is little I can do? Your actions have consequences, son."

"She wouldn't have hurt me like that." There's conviction in his voice. "She's not the villain my history wrote of her… well, not yet?" He faltered, but rallied. "I'm not worried about the blessing."

"And if I am?" I demanded, My annoyance spiking at this trust in a pagan god; deities that see humanity as toys instead of the wondrous beings they will be.

"Well, You're my Mom. Of course You're worried." Rachumel nodded, and again My mind crashed at his words. "All good parents care for their kids."

"…Good parents care…" My whisper is low as I look over My son again - that pure trust in Me. He… He was coming to tell Me everything, wasn't he? He had no intention of hiding anything from Me.

Rachumel truly believed… that much in Me.

…Perhaps a small reward for his loyalty to me… and a reminder of who he belongs to. Under the illusion covering my face, I barely noticed my tongue wetting my lips.

PoV - Rachumel, Somehow Not Smote Into Salt

Holy shit, She's not angry anymore.

I thought I was gonna die at some point there. The Seventh Heaven was stuttering like a bad camera for at least half of that conversation. My brain punched my dick and stole all the blood for me to stay alive…

And now I still was.

So, after reassuring Elohim that yeah, moms were supposed to worry about their kids, She's gone kinda silent. Maybe She's mulling over what to do next? I mean, there are a few things to chat about, like, "How did your Nightmare trip go?" and "Hey, maybe we should look into more mental protections for my siblings."

But now it's just kinda silent.

"Right, um… Anything else, Mom?" I asked, as Her Throne was no longer on fire. "Need me to explain anything more? Did you need to-"

I was interrupted with a snap of Elohim's fingers, which teleported both of us to a room I had never seen before. It was a bedroom, but the bed was massive, proportioned for someone way bigger than the average angel-

"Mom, is this Your-"

With a flick of Her hand, I went sailing ass over teakettle onto the soft, fluffy bed. I landed on the edge, my legs dangling over the side. With another snap, my clothes teleported off my body, dropping to the floor, leaving me naked before Elohim. Then Her hand reached out, taking a hold of the massive python between my legs, and I instantly jumped to hardness with a speed that would have taken an eye out if it impacted someone's face. Her hand traced the ring at the base of my shaft before moving upwards. "You… have been loyal, haven't you, Rachumel," Mom said, Her voice low and murmuring. "But you've already made plans to meet with that pagan tart again."

"Woah, uh, well… Kinda?" If She starts quoting the wikipedia page for cock and ball torture, I'm running. I don't care how futile it is.

"That is hardly acceptable. After all…" I can feel Elohim's gaze flick back up from my shaft to my face, "You're mine. You should not be more excited to meet her than Me. Perhaps this will serve as a reminder." Her hands reached up, and with a single flourishing movement, dropped the straps on Her shoulders. The front of Her robe tumbled down over Her mammaries to pool around the waist. Her breasts, freed from confinement, were beyond massive, each larger than Her head, yet still proportioned perfectly to equally thicc thighs and ass, still covered by cloth. Her nipples were small on the massive mammaries, but still perfect in defiance of mortal perception.

"…I am one blessed little boy," I murmured, eyes locked on breasts I had only seen once before. My shaft surged in arousal, trembling in the air to the pulse of my heart.

"Yes. You are." With movements too smooth to be mistaken for anything but divine, She knelt in front of Her bed, in front of me. With one hand still holding my cock, the other pressed down on my hips, telling me without words to not move. Without any more words, She let go of my body, Her hands cupping Her gargantuan titties to wrap themselves around my shaft.

I gasped, throwing my head back at the touch of the softest skin I've ever felt graced me. Elo's laughter tinkled in the air at my reaction, as I thoroughly surrendered to the embrace of Her breasts. "Hmph. I clearly didn't know what I was thinking in answering your horny request a century ago." I turned my head forward again, to notice that my cockhead was tapping against my Mother's cheek. Even with Her breasts so huge, my cock was still stupidly massive enough to rest against Her face. "No manhood needs be this big."

"But, you designed it?" I asked. Which, in hindsight, was the stupidest, and best decision I made that moment.

Stupid, because I could feel Elohim not appreciating being reminded that it was Her lust that gave me the Ultracock Wombsmasher 9000™ with extra pounding action.

Best, because that annoyance provoked Her into actually starting the tit job. I gasped again, fingers digging into the bedsheets as Elo used Her hands to squish my titanium hard dick between Her mountainous bosom. She moved up and down in long, languid strokes, dragging Her heavy tits up to my crown to down to my base. "Were you saying something, Rachumel?" She asked, voice as sweet as honey.

"No, Mommy," I squeaked out, twitching from the feel of Her heavenly breasts around me. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, or reality from this fucked up hentai world, but I could feel my balls churn as Elohim bounced Her chest stop my lap, trapping me between those milky mammaries. "I didn't say anything."

"Hrm, but you're usually so talkative." She rested Her breasts on my lap, and tilted Her head forward around my jutting cock so the faceless orb was fully visible. "What were your words? Ah yes, 'I'm gonna pound your titties like they owe me money'?" Her voice was coy and vindictive. "And yet, you do nothing."

"A man doesn't ruin a good thing," I shot back, swallowing harshly. I'm pretty sure I was dripping more pre than most men ejaculate, considering her breasts were slick and sticky, now.

"Clever boy." With those words, Elohim didn't begin bouncing, but instead pushed, and pulled, and squished my thick dick. I heard the smirk in Her voice as She coo'd at the noises I made. She began almost massaging my manhood with Her melons, and Her small peals of laughter were just as arousing as the actual act. Before long, She began bouncing her chest again, and I could no longer just sit as a spectator.

So I reached out with my tiny hands and grabbed a hold of Her nipples. I could feel my hands shifting without conscious input, groping my Mommy just the way She wanted.

Elohim halted, Her shoulders briefly shuddering from the contact. "Rachumel, what do you think you're doing?"

"Making sure you enjoy this, too," I answered, rubbing my thumb across her perfect pink areola.

"This-" Elohim paused, and huffed. "It is hardly about me. This is your- Ooooh!"

I interrupted Her words by pinching the other nipple. "Sex is always better when everyone gets something out of it." With that, my hands began their massage of the glorious bosom in front of me, and I didn't bother being gentle.

I don't think Elohim could be hurt by me doing anything, honestly. Gawddamn, Mommy's got one hell of a chest.

"Don't use my name- Aaaah~! - in vain, you little brat!" A throaty moan escaped from Her, and I could feel the heatless glare from Elohim.

In response, I pinched Her nipples again, relishing in the gratifying moans She unleashed. "Sure thing… Mommy~!" I answered, and braced myself for Her counterattack.

Like a storm, She battered at my defenses, my willpower fraying under the relentless softness of her breasts. Her moans matched my groans, my hands unstoppable in their need to pinch and rub Her engorged teats. "This is why," Elo begins, Her voice throaty with pleasure and annoyance, "I can never do anything nice for you, Rachumel. You always find a way to turn it back on Me."

"That's not a real compla-" My words choke in garbled noises as something wet and lithe brushes over my cockhead. My eyes jump up from the amazing knockers around my cock to the orb covering Elohim's face.

The head of my massive shaft has disappeared between Her lips, and suddenly, thoughts are much harder to bring to any kind of coherence. My hands are stuck on auto-pilot, just repeating their previous motions. I could feel Elohim practically drink the pre that pours from my tip, Her tongue lashed like a kraken's tentacle around my crown to scoop up the semen, heh.

Brain, you can make stupid "semen" pun, but you can't dedicate more power to giving me control of my hands back?!

That was the last coherent thought my brain could focus on before Elohim pushed. Her head bobbed awkwardly on my shaft, but I don't know if that's because she was trying not to rely on my wife's memories, or I was just that stupidly girthy. But every moment that hot, wet hole welcomed the top tip of my cock was the moment my brain malfunctioned, and I'm stuck trapped on the bed as this lurid tale of a mother jacking off Her son comes to a conclusion.

The fact of the matter was that there was no reluctant Elohim here. This was a goddess dedicated to draining my balls, and I was rapidly losing control. "Mommy…" I let out, and I saw Her body shudder at my words, Her lips pulling off my cock. "Fuck, Elo, I can't wait to make these milkers of yours leak," I said, my hands barely responding to my orders to do anything but hang on for dear life.

But Mother stops her movement, planting her breasts on my lap and letting my slick cockhead stain her face under the illusion. "Ten wings."

"Wut." I feel like I could be forgiven my sudden confusion considering my balls are clenching and about to unleash a biblical flood.

"Ten wings." Her voice quivered with a husky need, the scent of Her arousal in the room all-encompassing. "You want to marry Me? Make Me your woman? Make My bosom swell with milk to feed your children, the same ones you wish to plant in My womb? Ten wings. No sooner." I took a few moments to parse her words, but before I could reply, Her pace picked up once more, and she spoke again, "Cum, My Rachumel. Cover your Mother with your seed."

And I was nothing if not a dutiful son. I collapsed on the bed, but my hips thrust upwards, and rope upon rope of come lanced up to the ceiling, only to fall back down and land upon her. I lost count of how long my orgasm lasted, only that I felt nothing but bliss, the release tinging my vision white. When it ended, my tensed body slackened like all my bones had vanished - sans my cock, which bounced in the open air already raring for the next round.

The flesh is willing, but the spirit is recovering, huh? I thought, my mind reveling in the post-nut clarity. Thankfully, it doesn't look like my spiral energy upgraded this time.

On weak noodle arms, I pushed myself up to look at Elo, and blinked in perturbed awe at the power of this hentai setting.

Because if Elohim had the cake, then I had fucking frosted that pastry. I don't think a single part of my Mommy's front wasn't coated in my preg-nog, and it looks like some strings of semen landed on the floor. "Uh… whoops?"

"…Aphrodite did this."

"Um, probably? Part of the blessing was fertility."

"There is no reason it should have made your ejaculation larger."

"…Henta-"

"Stop. Reminding. Me. Of. That."

"Yes, Mommy." I fell silent as Elohim carefully inspected Herself, shuddering with Her full body before standing up. With a single movement of Her hands, Her entire robe dropped to the ground, revealing to me…

Nothing, because Elohim had another ball of light covering Her pussy. "Really?"

"To deny your attempts at looking up My robes, yes. Surprisingly, you haven't."

"Excuse you, I'm not the Oppai Dragon Pimperor."

"…Heh. A-hem." Elohim crossed her arms under her chest, and her gaze fell pointedly at my still-erect colossus of a schlong. "…What ever am I going to do with you, son?"

"Marry me? The only ring I got on me is yours, so…" I gave a guileless grin.

"Ten wings. You need to be that strong to survive the assassination attempts on you." I blinked from Elohim's answer.

"…Oh yeah, I guess I would be a priority target at that point." I let my head bounce between my shoulders, left to right. "Right! So, first I'll marry all my sisters, then we'll smash."

"Bold of you to believe you'll make it to ten wings."

"Eh, I don't need to believe in myself. I believe in the sisters that believe in Rachumel!"

"Are you ever going to stop quoting that?"

"Dunno, is it ever not going to be relevant?"

Whatever Mom was going to say, or do, at that moment with both of us naked in her room, sweaty from foreplay? I would never know.

Because She just then received a notice from Uriel She never wanted to hear.

Eve had eaten a fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

PoV - Rachumel, Itching For Snake Leather Boots

In the span of a second, both Mom and I were cleaned of all filth, clothed in our clean robes, and in the 4th Heaven, flying over Eden. Elohim raced over to Adam and Eve, and I left her to it.

Me? Well, after I oriented myself, I was going after who was actually to blame.

That stupid fucking snake.

I found it easily, of course.

It wanted to be found.

So obviously, I took the most dramatic entrance I could.

I landed in front of the Tree of the knowledge of good and evil, arms folded behind me, wings flared. I let a single feather float off to fly in the wind for ambiance, and focused my gaze on the Snake.

"Not who I ssssusssspected would come first… But perhapssss I ssssshould have," the Snake spoke, the massive mix of scaled python and cobra hissing with glee. "Imagine my gladnesssss when I learned little Compasssssssion was in trouble? Unable to do anything to ssssstop me."

"I'm gonna kick your fangs in and make me a nice pair of boots, ya little bitch." My reply was simple - I ain't gonna banter with this asshole. My spiral power flared, I summoned a lance of light, and I rushed toward the snake, foot first.

And then I nearly snapped my foot off when the Snake let me kick him.

Before I could even swing my lance, its tail blurred, snapping my spear of light in half and nearly powdering my ribcage if I hadn't immediately backed off, putting distance between us.

"Oh? What'ssss thissss? A retreat? You ssssspoke sssso boldly before when I let you 'beat me' from the garden." It slithered down from the Tree, its grin even wider as I had my own realization.

The thing let me beat it to continue hiding from God. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

"I just kinda thought you were a masochist? Totally fine, everyone has their kinks, you know." I shuffled back a step for every movement the Snake took forward. "Haha, you got me, though! Beat me this time! So, what do you say we let bygones be bygones, shake hands- er, hand and tail! We can laugh about it over a pint in a few thousand years!"

"No."

"…It's pretty immature to hold a grudge, you know. Not healthy at all."

"You?" The sibilant laugh that escaped did not bolster my morale at all, no sir. "You are an annoyance. Not a threat."

"That hurts my manly feelings, you know."

"Manly, you sssssay? Asssss if there is anything good about those humansssss." The Snake's hiss was far more pronounced now. "Humanity is a plague on the world. A world that rightfully belongsssss to the dragonsssss! Those monkeysssss are but livessssstock that have grown too bold!"

"…I think I understand why Mom thinks you dragons are assholes, now."

"You cannot masssssk your fear with humor." The Serpent began to circle around me. "For you ssssssee, little brother, you have made a critical error that most fighterssss do when faced with their bettersssss…"

"Wait, did you just call me broth-"

With a flash of movement I couldn't comprehend, the Snake was in front of me. "They think dissssstance is sssssafety." It lazily swung its tail at me.

I threw myself out of the way, but even a half-hearted swat from the Serpent was simply too fast. The tail caught me by my stomach and hurled me across the clearing. Spit erupted my mouth from when my spine impacted the Tree, and I keeled over as I landed on my knees, emptying the contents of my stomach. "Fuck me, that hurt," I managed to say, looking up at the Serpent as it made it's way to me.

Okay, calling out for any of my siblings is just going to be insta-death… too fucking fast. Can't dodge, can't run, can't block. Alright then. I looked the Serpent dead in the eye.

Time to go with Option P. "You know, snakey, you never did say how we were related. You an angel, huh?" I asked, letting my hand dig into the dirt and drag a summoning symbol in the grass.

"And I have little reassssson to explain," the scaly fucker replied.

"Ah, c'mon. Not even a little monologue?"

"You're not worth my wordsssss more than you've already wasssssted. Perhapsssss your broken corpssssse would be ssssserviceable to remind God that He is not All-Knowing?" The Serpent mused.

I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. What the hell?! Why do I get the one smart shounen villain?

"She would be pretty mad," I nonchalantly agreed. "But that does remind me! Have you ever met Perry?"

"I do not care for mossssst of my sssssiblings. Though… What kind of Angelic name is Perry?" Confusion radiated from the serpentine bastard, his eyes meeting mine.

"Oh, it's kinda not."

"What nonsssssenssssse are you babbling-"

"Perry is a platypus."

With that, the magic circle finished, and a flare of light blinded us both. When it disappeared, I grinned in triumph, and the Snake continued to stare in bafflement.

At over four meters tall and weighing in just over 1 metric ton, Perry the celestial platypus was my meme masterpiece. The giant mammal snorted from where it stood before me, and I grinned as I peaked my head out from the side. "Perry! Good boy!"

"Rawrgh." Perry was usually a sleepy boy, but he'd always answer my call! I fluttered up and gave him a quick chin scratch.

"…An oversssssized animal is not- Why is that thing ssssstronger than you?!" the serpent shouted in confusion, and I laughed.

"Because Perry! Craves! War crimes!" I yelled back, and Perry threw his head back with a ferocious roar. "Perry! Twist his dick off and shove his dick down his own throat! Wait, snakes have two dicks. PERRY! TWIST BOTH DICKS OFF!"

By the time the words were out of my mouth, my platypus launched himself at the Snake with a sonic boom. His bill clamped around the Snake's tail when the bastard swung it, and without any more words needed?

Perry charged off into Eden at max possible speed, dragging the Serpent behind him and forcing its head to collide with every tree and rock he could possibly make his enemy impact.

"Good boy…" Got the enemy away from me. Whew. I fell back against the tree, and without the threat of getting crushed to death, I took a breath, inhaled deeply, and yelled out,

"MOMMY, THE BIG MEAN SNAKE TRIED TO KILL ME!"

PoV - Michael, Not Having A Great Time Right Now

It was a bad day for Heaven, and it looked like it would only get worse.

Eve and then Adam broke the rules of Heaven. They had to leave, and Father would not brook any excuses. It pained Him, but they were clearly warned, and even reminded, that the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil was not to be touched. A squad of my young brethren would escort them out of Heaven towards Earth, and then make certain they were in a land where they can provide for themselves.

A last bit of kindness from Gabriel that she asked of Father.

Then Father twitched just after Eve and Adam turned to exit, and grabbing all of us, His Seraphim, we reappeared at the Tree.

Where we beheld Rachumel, injured and puking his guts out.

And… a rather massive Platypus wrestling with The Serpent in a river nearby. Rachumel's pet, it seems… Did it know Spiral Energy? It was losing the fight, only just strong enough to fend off the worst of the Serpent's attacks, but Zadkiel and Uriel engaged and captured our scaly foe. Raphael and Gabriel had already descended to heal Rachumel, and Father was trembling in a wrath that had the rest of us steer clear as we secured the area.

…Wait. Where was Helel? Perhaps he is away? I will ask Father after this.

"Finally. I have you at last, Trespasser." Father's voice was dark with rage and glee as Zadkiel and Uriel held the Serpent in a golden cage of light.

"Ha! You are a fool, Father. I am no Tressssspasssssser." The snake's form twisted and shook, bones cracking and scales twisting and before them stood an angel of black hair and olive skin, unremarkable but for his yellow slitted eyes. I stood in shock, unwilling to believe this betrayal… until instead of the glorious white wings of their Father's crafting, red wings of draconic scales erupted from his back. His brother had not Fallen, no.

It was far worse.

His Brother had given his body to the Scaled Enemy.

"Samael," Father spoke, His voice twisted with love, and rage, and hate, and heartbreak. "Why would you do such a thing? Why would you betray Me so?"

"The humans are weak!" Samael, the Venom of God, lived up to his name, his words as vile as his form. "You would side with these cursed, angry monkeys over the true inheritors of the World! Dragons are born true from the world's mana, but humans?!" The angel threw his head back and laughed, clearly insane. "They are mistakes that nature made! Dragons forge stars upon which they pray! Capricious, lying monkeys too busy murdering each other to ever amount to anything!"

"You're wrong," I blinked as I heard my own voice. "They display love and care, and reach beyond their base animal beginnings. You, who embrace the tyrants of the world's life force, cannot understand the good they can be."

"…Well said, my son." Father's voice was warm, and I smiled back at Him. Already, I could see Father affirming His resolve, no matter His heartbreak.

"Pah! Sentence me and be done with it." Samael's sneer was twistingly serpentine on his otherwise handsome visage. "You've already lost, YHWH. Your death has already been Dreamed."

"…Is that so?" Father seemed to consider the words, before shaking His head. "No matter. You appear so eager to serve your scaled lords?" Father moved to hover before Samael, and suddenly, my twisted brother was nervous.

A hand dipped through the barrier to dig into Samael's chest. My sibling, lost to us, screamed as Father pulled forth the concept of the Serpent from the broken angel. "Because you have done this, Snake, cursed are you above all livestock and all wild animals! You will crawl on your belly and you will eat dust all the days of your life. And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel." With a heave, Father hurled the Serpent to the Earth, the snake unraveling into thousands of the scaly animals as they fell.

"What… Have you… My gift!" Samael thrashed in his restraints. "IT WAS NOT YOURS TO TAKE!"

"Nor was it yours to receive!" Father's voice thundered back, quelling Samael's rage. "You, My son, so willing to scrape and lick at the claws of those Scaled Tyrants? Then My path is clear - anything that lets you keep your loyalty will only make you more useful to them."

"Father?" I asked, stepping close, but He held a hand up to stop me.

"Be not afraid. All is in hand." With a single movement, Father plunged His fingers into His own heart, pulling forth a vile red orb. I shuddered at the sheer malevolence it exuded.

"What… What are you doing?!" Samael screamed out, and I could only pray for my corrupted brother, something the rest of us mirrored. Father's nails dug into Samael's face, forcing his lips open, and all of us Seraphim flinched as Father's disappointment filled the Garden.

"Replacing your love… with My HATE." Father forced the orb of divine matter down Samael's throat, and then released His broken son.

Samael thrashed and screamed, his legs losing cohesion into a puddle of flesh that reformed into a serpentine dragon's. His arms grew claws, his mouth grew fangs, and from his wounds dripped a deep green poison.

"You, who so loved Dragons, betrayed Me?" Father moved away, not bothering to look at Samael anymore. "You shall be my weapon against them. Your blood shall be venom, your tears shall be poison, and your love for the mana tyrants twisted to be My hate for them. You will empower everything you touch to hate the Serpent and the Dragon. That is your punishment, Samael. May you be a warning to your siblings."

"…Father, are you alright?" I asked, and He turned to look at me. "I know you didn't want this…"

"We deal with what comes, when it comes. Even I am not perfect." He turned to look at Gabriel and Raphael. "How is Rachumel and his pet?"

"They took some damage, but easily - What?!" Raphael blinked, twisting in place. "He was here a moment ago!"

Gabriel tapped her chin. "He must have left so as to not witness the punishment."

Perry yawned, and rolled over to go back to sleep.

"Speaking of missing angels, Father," I continued, gaining His attention once more. "Is Helel on a mission? He is not here, but I know he would have answered your call."

"…No," Father twisted in place, looking at all of us one by one, and I felt a sinking feeling start in my chest. "He is not."

PoV - Rachumel, Desperately Hoping He Is Wrong

I left the moment Raphael finished healing me, because I counted, and if all the Seraphim were here, but not Helel, then I really hoped I was overreacting.

My Spiral-enhanced flight carried me to the Seventh Heaven, and I barged into the doors without bothering to wait-

Pain. Explosive, piercing pain in my abdomen once again, but not from blunt force trauma this time. I stared down at the silver lance buried in my gut, and traced it back to a dark, tanned hand. I followed the arm up, and met the face of a horrified Helel.

"Okay, that makes this stab wound… slightly more bearable," I said, more for myself than my older brother, whose robe was stuffed full with pages from the Book of Creation.

"Rachumel!" Helel dispersed his spear, throwing aside the book back to its resting spot to cradle me, one hand pressed to my wound to feed it Light. "I'm so sorry- Why were you here?!"

"Gut feeling, eh-heh- Owwwwww, hurts to laugh," I answered, wincing from the tugging of muscle around my wound. "What the heck are you doing, Helel?! Mom is gonna... spank the shit out of you for stealing... from Her book! Also, why the fuck... is your answer to someone opening a door... to stab them?!"

Okay, I was slightly miffed.

"No one was supposed to know!" Helel hissed, burning away my blood staining his hand with his Light as he healed me. "So of course you just have to make yourself a nuisance!"

"Love you too, brother." I winced as Helel pressed his hand tighter. "You're not good at healing, are you?"

"Stop complaining!" Helel looked up and around before staring back down. "Father wouldn't understand. Humans won't be enough to beat The Beast! So, I had an idea." His eyes met mine again, and wow, those were some crazy eyes. "I would use humans as a template, but take the energy from the Underworld of Hell to mutate them! Break their souls upon my alter of war! Make them an entire race bred for CONFLICT! We would march across the world, subjugate the Pantheons, and turn all of their might against the Apocalypse!"

I blinked, staring at my older brother as he revealed a… honestly, still better than the canon plan of "Rawr, I have immense daddy issues" and all that nonsense. "Alright, that isn't the dumbest plan I've ever heard. I even think Mother would even mildly agree with the whole 'subjugate the Pantheons.'" Because Mother's hate-on for pagans is equal to her love for Shota cock. "Uh, question. How are you going to avoid Falling from enslaving a bunch of humans to your war chariot and stealing from Mom's book?"

"Modified humans, He will not care," Helel corrected me.

"Uh, can they interbreed with normal humans?" I asked, and stood up on wobbly feet once Helel finally finished healing me.

"Possibly-"

"Then Mom is still gonna be pissed, Helel!" I floated up to meet him eye to eye. "Look. Forget the whole 'Humans are beneath me' thing. You're going behind Mother's back to do all this."

"It will be worth it. A little human suffering for the sake of existence?" Helel scoffed "The calculus is clear!"

"Fuck that math!" I snapped, and really wish I hadn't. Helel's face twisted into something ugly. "This isn't worth it, brother. Reigning in hell is not better than kneeling to Heaven, and humans can-"

Helel's hand, faster than I could perceive, wrapped around my throat. "It seems… I made a mistake." I couldn't breathe, and my hands shot up to pry at his fingers, but I might as well have been a baby tugging at steel bars. "I thought you were similar to me. That you understood that we were better than humanity. I refused to kneel… but you did."

I choked, unable to reply, as he moved back to the Book of Creation. "Br…Ot-!"

"Be silent!" He squeezed harder, and now the little air I had fought for was trapped in my lungs. "No longer will I wait for Father to listen. No longer will I wait for understanding to come. I… I am better than those humans, more deserving of free will. And this is my choice." With his other hand, Helel peeled page after page away from the book, not even noticing how the silver of his wings were darkening to gray. "I will be the savior. I will defeat the coming End."

Divine paper and ink disappeared into his robes, sliding into a pocket inventory, I assume. I was too busy trying to beg for air.

"…Really? Not even a single attack, futile as it would be?" Helel smirked at me, some innate part of him taking pleasure in my helplessness.

In answer, I shook my head. It might… be my only shot…

"Oh…?" Helel loosened his grip just enough for me to speak haltingly. "Go on then, little brother. Why won't you attack me? Even to save yourself?"

"I…" I gulped down fresh oxygen, forcing my thoughts to align for this moment of clarity. "I… love… you… brother…"

Helel's mask of cruelty cracked like shattered porcelain. "What…?"

His hand wavered, and I sucked in more air. "I… don't hurt… my siblings…" I reached up the arm strangling me, forgoing trying to pry his fingers from my throat to simply grasp at him. "You're… my brother… Helel… I love… you."

His face twisted once more, horror and shame wrestling for dominance. His grip became loose enough I could pry myself free, but I elected to simply wait.

It needed to be his choice.

And that bit me in the ass when the doors to the Seventh Heaven swung open, and Michael arrived. "Helel! Release our brother, now!" In a moment, Michael was girded in his armor, his sword and shield flashing to existence in a blaze of flame.

Helel, startled, inadvertently clenched his fingers, strangling me accidentally as he spun to face his twin. "Michael! It's not- I wasn't-"

I was dropped to the floor once Helel summoned his spear to block Michael's sword, my brothers dueling in the middle of Father's Throne room as I wheezed for air.

I couldn't even follow their movements, for they were blurs; the twins were so far above me, they may as well have learned the Flash Step from Bleach.

"You betray our Father, too?!" Michael yelled out, deflecting Helel's spear with his shield.

"Never! I am loyal! But Father's vision is clouded! Lacking! The humans blind Him!" The Heir of Heaven collided with Michael again and again, neither gaining any advantage that was not countered instantly. "I can aid Him!"

"Liar! You do this for your own pride!" Michel shoved his twin away, gathering flames upon his sword.

"My pride will save us!" Helel cried out, summoning waves of Light on his spear.

"I'm STILL in the room, assholes!" I yelled out, and my brothers faltered as my scream interrupted their familial duel to the death. "Squishy two wings no want die!"

Granted, that scream almost killed me, as their half-focused attacks dispersed into explosions that might have shattered cities, and sent me flying back, scorched from even being close to an Ultimate class beam battle.

""Rachumel!"" They both yelled out, abandoning their weapons as I hurtled across the Seventh Heaven.

Only for a hand to catch me mid-air. Elohim looked down at my freshly scorched, and recently impaled body.

I coughed, and gave Her my most winning smile. "Hey gorgeous, you come here often?"

"…I was almost worried for you," She answered, but Her voice revealed the fear of my fourth near-brush with death that day. "Samael has been punished."

"Oh, so it was him. He refused to monologue for me, the protagonist of reality. Too smart for this world." I nodded authoritatively.

"And now I see Helel's betrayal has come to pass." I watched a tear escape the illusion around Her face, and silently closed my mouth. She set me down next to Her, and I followed as She walked towards Her first son. "Helel…"

"Father… I… This is wrong. I'm not- I believe- I love you!" He stood before Mother, greying wings outstretched behind him. "My plan, I know it can work-"

"I know of it. The Devils."

Helel's jaw unhinged, and he worked to find his voice again. "…You knew?"

"I have known since the day I created you." Michael's eyes widened, and Helel's arms dropped to his side.

"But… WHY?!" Hele's voice exploded with raw pain and rage. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! RAISE ME AS YOUR HEIR, THE NEXT LORD OF HEAVEN, KEEP ME AT YOUR SIDE?!" Twin spears of light exploded in his hands. "Why… Why would you keep me?! Was any of this true?!"

"Because I love you." Helel stood frozen at the declaration, his spears vanishing. "Because until you chose to betray Me, until you chose to go behind My back and steal from Me? You were My son, loyal and true." I winced at the raw sorrow in her tone. "But you have, now. You know exactly what you were doing. And on top of stealing, of hiding from me, Helel?

"You injured and tortured your little brother."

I blinked at the raw fury in Mother's tone at that. "Woah, wait a minute-" I tried to speak up.

"BE SILENT." Mother's fury fell on me again, and I froze on the spot.

"Father… I didn't…" Helel's hand reached out to Her, but his eyes locked on a small patch of blood still on his finger.

My blood.

"No, no, no, it- It wasn't supposed to go this way!" Helel backed away, his golden eyes frantically looking - and then he saw his dull grey wings. "What…?"

"I am sorry, my son… my beloved Helel… but you have betrayed me." Mother moved to sit on Her throne, and a screen of light appeared before Her. "Helel…

"You have Fallen from My Grace."

Spoiler: Mood Music

And Her finger pressed down on my brother's System profile.

Helel convulsed, Holy Light seeping from his body as he still managed to stay on his feet. To not kneel before God. "No… No… No…" Helel looked broken, his eyes unseeing.

"Perhaps, with reflection on your sins, and atonement, Heaven will see you again, My son." The screen vanished, and Elohim sat back in Her seat. "Michael."

"Yes, Father?"

"Throw him from My heaven."

Michael grimaced, but moved to execute Her orders. At some point earlier, the other Seraphim must have arrived, all sporting frowns, grimaces, or in the case of Zadkiel and Gabriel, weeping. My eldest brother took hold of the future Lucifer, and began dragging him to the edge of the Seventh Heaven, where Father opened a hole in the defenses.

Michael's flames passed over Helel's form, wrapping him in scorching chains as he lifted his twin up. "I'm sorry, brother. I will miss you."

"Michael," Helel croaked, reaching a hand towards him.

The General of Heaven ignored his twin, and Banished the Prince from Heaven.

As for me? I stared at Helel's broken form, and looked between all my siblings and Mom. It's over. You tried your best. I could feel some part of me just… accept this. This is how it was always going to end. I inhaled, and let that thought roam through my brain.

I looked over my wings, felt my holy magic, my light magic, my "spiral" energy… and why did I name it "Spiral" if I was going to do nothing?

"Ah, hell. Fuck it, we ball." Touki exploded from body once more, and just as Michael threw Helel out of Heaven?

I followed right after.

"RACHUMEL?! SON, DON'T YOU DARE-" I could hear Mother's demands for me to return, and my siblings cried out my name as I raced towards the hole in the defenses. Michael was too surprised to stop me, and in a moment…

I was flying through to Earth once more.

Sorry, Mom, I prayed as I raced after the falling meteor that was Helel. I'll see you again, I promise.

With that prayer done, I beat my wings as fast as I could, but Helel was more than just at terminal velocity - the very nature of God's banishment meant Helel's struggles to escape only sped him up.

"HELEL!" I yelled, and grinned when his frantic gaze fell on me and widened. "I'M COMING FOR YOUR LITTLE BITCH ASS!"

I flapped, and pushed, and even followed Helel's drop through a cloud. C'mon, c'mon! Faster you stupid pigeon wings!

"RACHUMEL!" Helel yelled back, frozen in movement by sheer incredulity. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"DOING?" I laughed, wild and pure and forever free. "I'M COMING FOR THAT HUG, YOU SMUG CUNT!"

"A HUG?! HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST IT?!"

"BOLD OF YOU TO BELIEVE I'VE EVER HAD IT!"

No matter my efforts, however, Helel was steadily outpacing me, and I forced my holy energy to go faster and faster, beyond what was safe to fly at.

"C'mon, c'mon…" I was panting, burned, out of breath, and my stomach was protesting all the recent damage I took. "Mama… didn't… RAISE… NO… BITCH!" With a roar, I pushed the maximum amount of holy magic I could towards my wings…

…and something snapped inside of me.

One moment, I was about to lose Helel to the Fall.

The next, my speed tripled, my wings were beating faster than before, and my well of magic felt thrice as deep as it was before, let alone my spiral power.

I didn't waste the chance. "MAXIMUM EFFORT!"

In a flash, I was next to Helel, who for some reason, was goggling at me. The next second, my hands wrapped around his outstretched arm, and I yanked like a motherfucker.

Helel's descent sharply angled to the side, and instead of the flat granite mountain we were aiming at, we were now hurtling towards a forest.

"ARE YOU MENTAL?!" Helel screamed out, his hand gripping mine with all he had. "YOU CAN'T FLY US LIKE THIS!"

"SO THEN WE WILL FALL WITH STYLE!" I returned, and began angling us towards a lake in the center of the forest.

"WE WON'T MAKE THAT!" Helel screamed.

"TRUST IN THE PROCESS!" I replied, furiously flapping my wings to keep us above the treetops.

I failed miserably.

We slammed through a huge honking tree. At the last moment, Helel pulled me closer to him, so he took the brunt of crashing into the tree, before we unraveled into a pair of limbs and slammed into the ground, rolling like the most awkwardly drunk birds. My head got dunked face first into the soil, and I ate dirt for a solid twelve meters before Newton's Laws kicked in.

Panting, I pushed myself to my feet, and swallowed the dirt in my mouth. "Eugh, that's not nearly as tasty as Heaven's." Looking over to where my brother was sprawled on the ground, I crawled over, and sat down next to him. Once I was sure he was alive, I patted down my chest. "Another happy landing," I joked, trying very hard to ignore the sharp pain in my gut from where a branch had slapped my belly.

"Why…?" Helel asked, his voice breathy and weak.

"Why what?" I asked, using my pinkie to pick dirt from my ear.

"Why did you come for me?" Helel's eyes, dull from… everything, looked over at me. "I… hurt you."

"Yeah, you did. But you were really sorry, so I am prepared to be magnanimous and forgive you."

"…Did you mean it… when you said…"

"Every word, yeah. I'm pretty cool like that."

With seemingly the last of his strength, Helel launched himself to hang over me, hugging me with everything he had. "I… Rachumel…"

"Ssssshhhh, it's alright. Hug it out…"

"...This… does feel very nice…"

"Well, I'm glad you finally realize the service I provide to the community! But you still can't be my best friend."

"What… Why not?" Helel, the future Lucifer, looked strangely vulnerable as he pulled away to meet my eyes.

And standing, looming above him just enough to stare down at him, I said, "Because Big Sis Gabby lets me squeeze her boobs."

The woods were silent, and Helel stared at me.

Then a small chuckle escaped, and it slowly grew to full on, hysterical, sobbing laughter.

I just continued to smile at my brother, and held him until he passed out in my arms.

Yeah, I figured letting him know things were okay between us was the best option.

Now, two things to answer before I started dragging this idiot's comatose body around.

"Where the fuck am I, and why do I have four wings?!"