With the warm water cascading down, Rachael felt a little more better. Sighing as Maisy’s tongue and playful nibbling was making sure Rachael felt clean after her first attempt to use a chamber pot. Rachael began to dump what she thought was shampoo on Maisy's head and began to work up a lather. Cleaning the luscious black strands of obsidian that cascade around her horns, ears and face currently buried in her snatch.
Maisy exhales as she pulls away from her ministrations and helps to wash Rachael up. Soaping her body, Maisy takes her time as she runs the washcloth over Rachael’s ample breasts. Travelling slowly down her body; pausing as lingers at her belly button.
“Ahem,” cough interrupts the two lesbian demons in the middle of an early morning romp. “If you two are done,” Lucifer staring at his daughter and Rachael, “I’d like get cleaned up before breakfast.
Maisy gulps at the embarrassing moment her father caught her in as both she and Rachael quickly clean up and head out of the shower.
“Sorry dad,” Maisy looking sheepish, “we were holed up in the old portion of the palace. Enoch’s old room to be precise.”
“So you thought to use this bathroom,” Lucifer looking at his daughter. Sighing as he steps in. “Head to the gardens,“ Lucifer orders as he begins to clean up. “Breakfast will soon be ready.”
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The gardens were a familiar sight for Rachael. First meeting Lucifer and Lilith properly here the other day. Both lovers, both naked as the day they were born head to the table that sits in the middle of the gnarled trees. The trees planted by Lucifer himself are humans who’s sins were so egregious that they could never find redemption. Taking a seat next to Maisy, Rachael gets a good look at a tree right across from her.
“Stalin,” Maisy pipes up. “Pol Pot is over there,” Maisy pointing, "and that dead looking stump is Vlad the Impaler. The same Vlad that inspired Dracula.”
Rachael cocked and eyebrow as Maisy seemed to know who every tree is/was.
“Despots,” Rachael continues to listen as Maisy speaks, “That is what this garden is full of. Dad takes special delight in tending to them as trees of woe.”
“Woe to those who think they are god.”
Both Maisy and Rachael look up to see a demon approaching the table. Rachael not recognizing the demon, yet Maisy lit right up when he approached. Jumping out of her seat she flies with her wings towards the demon and gives him a big hug.
“Enoch,” Maisy hugging the new arrival. “You came back!”
“I miss you to Miasma,” Enoch responds. “I heard you finaly found someone to settle down with.”
“Let me introduce you,” Maisy dragging her brother to the table.
Maisy begins the proper introductions. Yet Rachael can’t help but stare at the demon. Standing at six feet he is a handsome looking man. Sporting a neatly trimmed goatee and black shades. The red skinned demon could pass for human if it were not for his lower half. Instead of a traditional set of legs, Enoch is can be best described as a taur. His lower half is that of a large black furred dire wolf. Taking off his black shade, Enoch’s eye are that like his mother. Serpentine with vertical slits for pupils. Removing a chair from the table, Enoch sits on his haunches as he pours himself some coffee.
“So I hear you shacked up in my old room,” Enoch adding what looked like honey to his coffee. “Explain yourself Sis.”
Maisy begin to yet again talk fast as she explains to her brother how Rachael and she are getting married and that Rachael’s father, a bigoted reverend and member of the Iron Knights and a few of his cohorts infiltrating hell. Rachael’s near death experience, leading up to the party the night before and the capture of one of the said knights.
“Quite the tale,” Enoch comments as he sips his coffee. Placing it down he get ups and excuses himself as he walks towards the tree that Hitler is imprisoned as.
“Ach, Mein Fuhrer,” Enoch stating in a mocking tone, “Thirsty?” Enoch smirks as he raises a hind leg and let’s loose a stream of urine on the gnarled bark.
“Gross,” Rachael looks on disgusted as Enoch continues to bark at the tree in German.
“Enoch has a complicated history with Adolf and the Nazis,” Maisy sighs. “Enoch found someone to be with on earth, but she was shipped off to Auschwitz before he could rescue her and was killed in the gas chambers.”
Rachael observing as Enoch spits at the tree before heading back to the table. “He never quite got over the loss as she was spirited off to heaven,” Maisy adds, he has been alone wandering Earth since. “Haven’t you”, Maisy looking at Enoch as he sits back on his haunches.
“Since then,” Enoch sipping his coffee; “I have seen more culture through my travels, then that that has come down here. Dis is still a shit hole.” Enoch scoffing as he grabs a slice of toast. “I’ve seen slums in Mumbai and Rio de Janeiro better looking than the city below.”
You are more than welcome then,” Lilith entering the garden; “to go down and help re-build it then . Followed by Lucifer, both sit down at the head of the table as Lilith continues. “Nothing is stopping you from joining in the re-construction efforts.”