CHAPTER 448: HONESTY

"B-Babe, I can’t.."

"Just a little more..."

"H-Haven’t you had your fill yet...?"

"Of you two? Never..."

Nyx watched her son and two of his wives make out for a little longer before deciding she couldn’t stomach any more.

"Okay, break them up, sweetie."

Keres rolled up her sleeves and floated to the trio.

Anna and Celeste were each sitting on top of Malachi’s lap, sharing a rather passionate and lengthy lip lock. Sometimes it was just the two of them going at it, and at others, it was all three...

Keres had never understood mushy things, so to her, her brother was just being incredibly gross.

She stuck her hands between the group’s faces and pulled them apart forcefully.

"Enough of this...any more and you’ll all end up addicted to each other."

The trio hadn’t even gotten dressed when they got out of the shower; they just wrapped themselves in towels.

When Anna and Celeste were sent flying to the bed on the other side of the room, their breasts popped out, and Malachi developed an instant erection.

Nyx dropped her fist on top of her son’s head.

"Stop it!"

"Damn, Ma, what was that for?!"

"You looked like you were about to do something you shouldn’t."

"I-"

Out of the corner of his eye, Malachi saw Anna and Celeste kissing rather passionately.

In a rare aggressive play, Celeste was the one to push Anna onto her back and took her nipples into her mouth.

Anna’s moans were so sensually beautiful they sent a shiver down his spine. His voice was breathless and desperate.

Even after over an hour in the shower, Malachi’s erection throbbed at the thought of being inside of them again.

"Ma, I’m not gonna hold you... I need that from them so fucking bad."

Nyx’s lip quivered as she trembled.

"First of all, son, don’t sound like that because it turns me on." Nyx waved her hand over Celeste and Anna, instantly putting the girls to sleep. "Secondly, you can’t have them, no matter how badly you want them, because you’re a demon now! How could this have happened??"

In the middle of her mental breakdown, Nyx also threw a towel over her son’s privates. "And for Khaos’ sake, a lust demon of all things?? How does that even-"

"He’s not a lust demon." Keres suddenly said.

Malachi finally noticed that his kitten was sitting on top of his sister’s head.

He held out his hands for it, and it jumped into his arms happily.

Keres kneeled in front of her brother and cupped his cheek in her hand.

The look she gave him was about as soft and comforting as a violent goddess like her was capable of producing.

"You seem to have known much heartache since I have seen you last. If you have known torment, I wish that you might share it with me. So that I might rain down the fires of misfortune upon all of those who have caused you such misery as to make you fall."

Nyx naturally felt left out of the conversation.

Her interest in demons and their physiology was less than nonexistent, so there were some small intricacies about how they were created and how they differed that she was not knowledgeable about.

Malachi was so unfairly attractive and so unreasonably desperate to touch Celeste and Anna that it would have been easy to mistake him for a sexual demon.

But in reality, the truth was something much more heartbreaking.

"Mind filling me in?"

"He is like the first ones. Grigori."

Nyx was baffled. "What...? How is that possible? He wasn’t born divine, and he’s not even twenty-four years of age yet!"

"I can only tell you what I see, mother. And in my heart of hearts, I know I am not mistaken. His age appears to be a non-factor in the matter."

"What are you two talking about?" Malachi tilted his head.

Keres did something strange suddenly.

She took her brother by the head and pulled him between her breasts.

She caressed the back of his head in a soft, gentle manner and whispered next to his ear.

"There are fables that have never been confirmed through the mouths of those involved. But it is said that when Lucifer’s followers were punished for their rebellion, being cast into hell and rendered fallen angels was their sole punishment.

However, after being in Hell for several decades, each of them accrued a level of grief and madness.

The realization that these individuals were never bound to be forgiven by the one being whom they loved and revered more than anything shattered their hearts and minds.

Seeing a future with no hope darkened their souls. It cemented their fall. And thus, the Grigori were born.

They now make up the upper ranks of the Ars Goetia and are Lucifer’s most powerful and knowledgeable.

Their behavior is... a bit erratic. If they should ever learn of you, they would stop at nothing to consume you and add their power to your own."

When Keres pulled away, her face was unrecognizable.

Black tears made of blood and darkness ran down her beautiful face as she made a pained expression.

"You must be careful, my dear brother. I fear what will happen to you if you should wind up catching their attention. But no matter what, I will protect you as we are two of a kind now.

Though we are spirits, you shall always be flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood. And I will bathe all of hell in the fires of my wrath if even a hair on your head should be harmed."

Malachi thought that he had actually never felt worse in his life.

His older sister was afraid for him. Keres had never shown that kind of emotional range before.

And knowing that it was all for him and his safety made him feel guilty about what he wasn’t telling her.

But how was he supposed to tell her that the very fate she feared the most was already bound to come to pass?

Malachi didn’t know what to do, so he wiped her face and kissed her.

It was a soft, innocent kiss on the cheek of the same kind that he used to give to Aubrey before she got too grown for it.

If before, Keres’ face was marred with fear and anxiety, it was now moved beyond description.

Her eyes and her expression both showed an immeasurable warmth.

Keres had loved her brother ever since he had come into her life. He didn’t find her off-putting or fearsome, and treated her like an older sibling from the moment they met.

How could she not want to protect such an innocent and warm-hearted young man? Even if he was a gross, handsy pervert.

Malachi could have stabbed her through the heart, and she would have been fine with it. The depth of her love for her ran just that deep.

And with Malachi’s new senses, he could actively feel what she felt. It made him feel so guilty that, in that moment, he knew he could not continue to conceal the truth from her or their mother any longer.

"Hey, uh... I got something I need to tell you both. Just don’t freak out, yeah?"