“Settle down, demon!!” Michael had dismissed his warriors and now held me down himself as I kicked and screamed. He had thrown me on his huge bed of representational white, straddled my legs and held my wrists above my head. Being such a non-sexual being, he probably didn’t think the situation sexual at all, but that didn’t keep it from pissing me off even more.

“Get off me!”

“We can talk when you’ve settled down, demonwhore.” He growled and I narrowed my eyes.

“Jealous, Michael!?! That I get to be with Him for the rest of time and bear His children while you waste away in Heaven?! Do you remember how great His cock feels?? Hmm??”

The rage that I had so rarely seen in his blue eyes was back, “The fact that He even told you proves He still has feelings for me.” He spat as I fought him, “No matter. What matters is that He has feelings for you, dear.”

I had been so enraged I hadn’t felt any fear, but now I did and I settled slightly--still breathing hard and my eyes throwing daggers.

“You will sleep in my bed, you will follow me when I go to town and let everyone stare. I can’t &%$^ you, darling,” Whatever word he used for it was like someone scraping my eardrums, “But I will come up with other ways to pleasure you and let the guilt eat you alive after I make you come.” His angel eyes didn’t seem so angelic as they flashed at me and I cringed, “And if Pandora has my child in Hell, you can bet you’re having His child in Heaven.”

Now I was crying, and barely fought back.

“I’m letting you keep this child so I have something to barter with, but fight me on this, demon, and I will murder another one of your children.”
Michael finally let go and climbed off me so I could curl into a ball and break down. He left me there to contemplate my new situation.
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Shadows roared and tore apart the room, His fury literally lighting up the sky. Gates buckled to a knee, knowing he’d let her down just for sex. His forever sparkled black with sadness. The children all huddled with one another, horrified both at losing their mother and at watching their Father come apart as the ground below them shook and the thunder cracked.

When the Devil headed for the window, His wings still fully on display, James and Andy both yelled at him.
“Father!!!”
“What!?” He turned back, eyes red.
“You can’t just leave her like this, she’s ready to pop any day now,” James held his sister, who cried in his arms.
His thick chest rose and fell as He paused, “I’ll be back. I’ll gather our forces, but we don’t go to war until after that being is born. Then all Hell will break loose…You know how to get a hold of me if she goes into labor before I get back.”

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Synyster and Shadows and Nike walked towards the Den together, with a few of the Elite in tow. A pair of yellow eyes at the same height as Satan’s appeared, followed by the somewhat female body that held them.
“You’ll have to thank the Queen for me for killing ours. Thanks to her, I rule now. What can I….do for you, King?” This one sauntered suggestively up to Him.
“Michael has the Queen. We’re going to war. I was hoping the wolves would fight without...my forcing them to.” His face stayed taught, letting the leader know how serious He was.

“Come to my nest and maybe we can talk it over…”
“You know you’ll die.”
“Let me worry about that…” It licked the air near Shadows as He tried not to look disgusted, “You know you and your family killed many of us just for fun. I hardly have any incentive to fight for you.”

Satan rolled His eyes and followed it/her and growled between clenched teeth, “Fine.”

A staggeringly short amount of time later, Shadows traipsed in long, irate strides from the breathing mass of thorns, angrily cursing to Himself.
“That was….horrifyingly awful.”

The vampires were much more accommodating. They, of course, offered all their services and thanks, but when the Devil politely declined, they agreed to fight and begged to know when they could start--loving the idea of so much bloodshed.

Once he had the vamps' allegiance, Shadows forced Himself to call it a night so He could check on His daughter.
“I need to take care of Pandora. You should come with me, Gates. She’ll want to fuck, and I’d much rather her fuck you.”
Synyster’s eyes fell, “Not sure if I’ll be much use to you in that respect, Shadows. I let Diem down today just because I wanted to fuck...my only focus is making it up to her.”

Shadows patted Gates on the back, “Synyster, it wouldn’t’ve mattered. They were going to get to her no matter what it took. Just like I will do whatever it takes to get her back.” He gestured with the other hand and half-smirked, “Just think of it as you are making it up to her by taking care of her daughter.”

*****

Synyster’s pupils blew wide when they were flashed back to His chambers and she lay resting on the bed--absolutely huge. She was beautifully glowing and her breasts had even swollen further. Pandora woke and watched Gates pull off his armor, running a hand through his long, dark hair once he was naked.
“You still want me, Pan?” Gates’ thin lips curved up on one side as he climbed over her. She only needed to nod and he was standing at the edge of the bed and pulling her down until he was slipping into her.

Satan kept to the shadows to watch over her, but after her first finish--she reached for Him. Gates left her and motioned for Him to step in.
The Dark King pulled His shirt over His head and leaned over her baby bump to kiss her lightly, “You know I can’t finish with you, darling.”
“I know...I’m sorry...just...once...make me come once? Please, Shadows.”
“If that’s what you want, Pan.”

She watched Him rubber up and winced slightly when He took her. Moaning softly, she arched back as He slowly eased in and out of her. Even though His cock was just almost too hot and too big to take, Pandora loved the feel of Him inside her. Wanting it to last, wanting Him to stay in her--making her feel like she’d come apart with ecstasy--she tried not to finish, but of course within minutes failed and was clenching down around Him.
“Pan...fuck…” Shadows struggled not to finish with her, but withdrew successfully, gasping and stepping aside.
Gates had her moaning again in no time as he tried to hold out as long as he could. He grinned when she held up a hand towards him and the other one to her large belly, “Syn, come baby--”
As he let go and groaned in relief, Pandora convulsed forward, screaming and crying.

Shadows slapped Gates on the back, “You have this down, Syn.”
“It’s an artform, really…” Synyster pulled up his pants and rubbed a hand over Pandora’s stomach, “You ready for this, honey?”

She collapsed back on the bed, wincing, “It's not like...I have...a choice…”
Pandora reached for her Father, who came to her side and held her hand, stroking her hair.
“I'll be here the whole time, darling...breathe…”

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I had pouted on the bed until he made dinner and by then I was starving and knew I should eat, at least for the baby if for no other reason.

“So Pandora tells me you were made for the Devil. How does that work exactly? He's pretty evil.”
I scowled and gave him a dark look, “He's not evil, He's fun. Not that you would have any idea what that is.”
“You ready to show me?”
I met his blue eyes as I dropped my fork, not ready for the fact that he could actually flirt. I shuddered at the thought.
“Ew.”
“I'm good enough for your lover, but not for you?” His gaze was not one I figured angels gave. He really was out for blood.
Suddenly not hungry, I got up and sat down on a couch on the veranda.

He joined me and I rolled my eyes. I was trying to maintain a strong front, but he made it difficult.
“You didn't answer my question about your making.”
I put both hands to my even larger stomach, “My creators spent a lifetime putting together the elements of what you might call evil, the darkest of desires--lust. violence. living on the edge, so to speak. eat, drink, and be merry. The seven deadly sins. Hence my name. Other beings may have been just as dark as I am, but not in all the exact right ways to be able to bed Him.”
“But you actually love Him?” He genuinely seemed dumbfounded.
“Yes. Michael, I know you've been teaching this crap for so long you must believe it, but evil isn't as black and white as you see it. I love Shadows as much as you loved Him or He loved you. More. He is my everything and I am His everything. You think that's a weakness, but wait until He comes for you. I hope this war and the wrath it will bring to Heaven is worth whatever you're after.”

I saw pain flash behind his eyes before he got up and left me there. Thankful to be alone, I just curled into myself with my thoughts. I was starting to adjust to the light outside, the peaceful lack of chaos.

Michael returned not too much later as the light outside faded to a dark blue.
Not looking at me as I rested on the veranda couch, he motioned with two fingers that I needed to come inside. I didn’t want to do anything he said, but I was worried for my baby’s safety. I followed as he walked to his bedroom and when he removed his shirt I swallowed nervously, flushing and looking away.
He chuckled darkly, "Blushing, dear? Please," He scoffed, "I didn't realize anything could make you blush."
Now, I could feel his pissed-off stare, “Your daughter’s in labor.”
I sank to the bed. I wanted so badly to be there for her. At least she had her Father and wasn’t in my situation.
“Why are you doing this? I just want to be with my daughter…” I cried softly.

He took no pity, “Are you going to let her stay with me here? You going to let me have my child?”
I raised my eyes in question and he took my lack of an answer as an answer. The look in his sky blue eyes made me really nervous and a little frightened.
“Lay down. On your side.”
I did as commanded and when he laid close behind me, I clenched my eyes shut and grabbed onto the pillow I laid on. His large hand ran up the inside of my thigh and I choked back a cry. I couldn’t help but press my legs together.
“Tsk, tsk, demon. You know you must obey. Now open those thighs. This is what you live for, isn’t it? Pleasure? I’ll stop when you come.”

His command sent terrible chills across my skin as I obeyed. Michael slipped one finger into me and I squeezed the pillow harder. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to….I couldn’t give him the satisfaction. The idea of him pleasuring me made me sick, made me feel worthless and used. He knew exactly what he was doing--taking something I loved doing and ruining it.

Crying into my pillow, tears falling, I couldn’t help but moan. Michael’s fingers were long and thick, just like my Lover’s...and it seemed to me like I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks. He slowly moved his finger and when he felt me moisten, he chuckled darkly again and added another. His laugh echoed in my ear as I moaned louder--eyes closing and tears stopping.
“That’s it, whore. Almost there. Just let go.”
I don’t want to, I told myself.
I could feel his smile behind me and it made me cringe as his fingers deliciously stroked me inside. My noises got louder and when he turned his hand so he could curl his fingers forward, I lost it--coming and clenching around his digits as he touched that wonderful place within me.

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Andy held his sister and stroked her hair, placing a cool cloth to her forehead as she leaned back into his chest--screaming, crying, and sweating.
Convulsing forward again, she clenched her teeth.
“You can’t push yet, darling.” Shadows stood at the end of the bed, leaning over between her knees to soothe his hands over her stomach.
“How long will this last?” Andy asked for the millionth time.
“Shouldn't be too much longer, son. Pan, don’t worry, honey--you’re almost there.”

The others had stuck around, trying to help, for a few hours but eventually had been sent out of the room. James sulked that he couldn’t help his sister, but was clearly grossed out. Zack and Gates left the room staring one another down.

“Alright, honey, you ready?” Shadows patted her knees.
“Fuck, yes, I am!! Dad, get it out!”
Andy helped Pandora sit up as she beared down and through enough of her crying and screaming, her Father helped and eventually held a yelling baby boy.
Wrapping the baby up, the Dark King grinned wide and placed him in his mother’s arms.

Pandora stopped crying and held him close as Andy stared over her shoulder in awe. The boy quieted and opened its tiny eyes. Originally bright blue, they faded to a light brown like his mother’s--but with bright red pupils. He smiled up at her, his tiny fingers reaching up for her as she beamed down at him beautifully.

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Notes

JOHNNY!!!! ; ) i'll add his character after I post this!
What will happen to baby Johnny?? What about Diem?
I apologize if I'm making it a little easier to hate Matt Bomer, lol.