28. Ares

Feathers and Bash made up. There were bottomless bacon-pancakes in the dining hall today. We were about to draw up some battle plans and all was right with the world. The only appropriate way to celebrate was to plan a massive, all night group-lationship orgy tonight.

"Daddy D!" I said, locking Desmond in a headlock. He shoved me in the stomach, but I didn't let go. I picked him up, throwing him over my shoulder and slapping his ass in the middle of the living room.

"What the fuck!" he faded out of my hold, then tackled me to the floor.

"Bash and Feathers made up, so we're having a celebratory group orgy! Bring your dick, tail, and a themed snack. Load on carbs at the dining hall today. I have a few bottles of wine from Olympus, so we're gonna get wrecked!"

He banded his arm over my throat as he peered down at me. His horns sprouted from his head, and he seemed annoyed. I got that there wasn't a ton of time to prepare, but there would only be six people there. He rolled his eyes at me, then put more of his weight into pinning me down.

"Don't call me Daddy or I swear to fuck…" his shadows curled around me, and they felt like a cold tickle. When some of them touched my dick I got instantly hard.

He swears to fuck us? Because I'm so in, Voice whispered. He's so bossy… Think he'll spit on us?

His suggestion gave me pause at first, but I'd try anything once.

Maybe? We can only ask and see.

Desmond was one of two people who ever topped me, because he knew how to do it right. And I was down for whatever he had planned for tonight, whether it included spitting or not.

"You'll what? Fuck me? Oh no, Daddy Desmond, please!" I cackled at my own joke, despite his lack of laughter. "I'm in. Let's get some practice in before tonight!" I rolled us over, sitting right over his very massive, hard length. "Oh, you like the idea."

He sighed, grabbed my ass and shot me an irritated expression. I smoothed his red eyebrows out, then bounced on him.

"We have a lot to do today, so you need to get off me. If everyone is on board, we can celebrate."

"Hey, what's this I heard about a celebratory orgy?" Mal asked as he took a seat on Desmond's chest facing me.

"Oh yeah, asshole, just sit on my chest. Not like there's other seats available," Desmond grumped, then pointed to the couch.

"You're right, I can sit on your face instead," Mal sassed. "Can we eat before we start? Can't have a sex-a-thon on an empty stomach and expect it to go well."

"If we even have this orgy, it's not going to be until tonight. We have work to do," Desmond reminded us.

"But Daddy Desmond!" Diana whined from the hallway. She came into the living room and Mal pulled her down trying to wrestle her to the ground.

Her giggling makes me want to knock her up so badly, Voice rasped. Can you imagine her giggling with a beautiful little baby? The curly hair and the chubby cheeks and the bebe-snuggles?!"

Ugh, I know. That sounds like a dream come true, but we have to wait. I'm not going to lose her a second time. As soon as the war is over, we can ask again.

Voice sulked into the back of my mind, but I felt like I thought the right thing. He was just a spoiled sport who always wanted to get his way.

"As much as wrestling in the living room appeals to me, I'm starving," Bash said as he and Feathers joined us. They smelled like cum and sex, despite showering. I'd forgive them for not waiting for tonight, or at the very least including me in their fun.

"Judas told me they have bacon-pancakes today!" I got up, then picked Feathers up.

"Oh! Think they'll have peach syrup?" He loved peaches and blueberries, and I made a mental note to get some fruit for the party later.

"I hope so," Diana said as she faded the three of us to the dining hall.

"And you're surethis is what you want to do?" Bash asked.

We had gathered in our barrack after lunch. Lucifer canceled all of our commitments for the day except Diana's training, which ended an hour ago.

"Yes, I'm sure. This is my jam, Bash-A-Smash. Trust me. We siege the city, take down their army, and then we go after Red. Easy-peasy."

"Lemon Squeezy, mother fucker!" Judas exclaimed, high fiving me. "We have so many allies that are on call, but if we capture Pandemonium, we can house them all in one place. This compound is getting small…and it"s compromised."

"If we take Hell, that's most of the war won. Take the city, take the throne," Lucifer quipped.

"We could take a vote…but the reality is that having Pandemonium under our control means we have more resources, safety, and possibly more soldiers. I refuse to believe that everyone in Red's army is fighting of their own volition."

"They're probably not," Michael agreed.

Ares walked up to the map of Hell he projected onto the blank living room wall. "How do we plan on getting in? There's a few different ways into Hell, and they're all heavily guarded."

"I would avoid the Seven Gates. Most of them are in mortal areas, and they're all heavily monitored" Lucifer said. "I know of one way, an eighth gate I made myself…but we may not be able to use it." He glanced at Michael, who blushed.

"Our gate?" he asked. "I thought you destroyed it after…" he trailed off.

His smile faltered, and I felt bad for them. Anyone with eyes could see that they cared about each other. And it seemed like they both cared for Marilyn too.

Life may last forever for us, but love was still too precious of a thing to squander,Voice said to me.

Truth, I thought.

"No, I just sealed it…" Lucifer leaned back in his chair, his attention firmly fixed on Michael, like no one else in the room.

"What are you two talking about?" Desmond asked, ruining the moment. He had zero chill sometimes.

"After I became a fallen angel, Michael and I were forbidden from seeing each other. I couldn't go to Heaven anymore to see him and could only meet on earth. That proved to be dangerous, so I built him his own portal to Hell, so we could see each other whenever we wanted to."

"Moon and sun, that's so romantic," Diana sighed.

Um, we made her ear ornaments for Christmas! Out of her ex-boyfriend's ears! Voice shouted.

I blocked him out, focusing on Lucifer. "Where is it?"

"Not where, what. It's in a ring I gave to Michael. All he has to do is think of me, and it'll open for him wherever he is," Lucifer explained.

Michael pulled a chain out from under his shirt. A black, shiny ring hung from it. "I always wear it, just not on my hand anymore…"

I could cut the tension in here with a plastic knife,I linked my Little Goddess.

Seriously, these two had to get their shit together and win my mom back. She smiled at me, then pointed at her hand. I was so absorbed in trying to strategize, I didn't notice she wore my teeth ring.

I fought the urge to bring her back to her bedroom and fuck her senseless. I could wait for tonight…or at least try to.

Michael put the ring on his left ring finger, and his face twisted in pain. He swayed a bit where he stood, and Lucifer caught him, sitting him down next to Diana. The wall with the projection shook as a wooden, nondescript black door appeared. It blended in with the drab, neutral decor of the barrack.

Lucifer stepped up to the door and put his hand on it. His magic felt…dark, like karma met the cosmos. There was no way to describe it. The man awed and terrified me at the same time. "My magic isn't picking up anything on the other side. But I'm more powerful in Hell, so I can't say for sure."

"How are you more powerful in Hell?" Diana asked. She walked to the door, then put her hand on it. "Nothing. I don't feel anything good too bad on the other side. It's completely neutral…"

"Can't we just peel in and see?" Mal asked.

"I haven't ruled Hell for a long time. Someone could have changed the room the door leads to…" Lucifer said. "But we won't know until we try." He opened his palm, spreading it across the room. The whole space turned pitch black until he lit the tip of his finger with a flame. "That should hide everyone and our location."

I eased behind him, in case he needed backup. He opened the door, using the flame to guide his way. The other side was a barren, desert field. Nothing grew, and the sun was high in the sky beating down on the parched soil. The city skyline was visible in the distance, not too far away. Lucifer snapped his fingers, and the view melted before my very eyes, revealing a bedroom.

"The desert illusion still works," he said to Michael.

"We have a way in!" Diana exclaimed. Her magic beamed across the room, and my own teemed under my skin in response.

"Okay, let's get a game plan together…" I had a feeling Red's army wouldn't know what hit them.