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The Patriarch of the Tower of Light

Kafziel sat on his blessed throne, atop the Tower of Light. It sat surrounded by a sea of trees and marked the territory protected by the possessors of the powers of light. It stretched as far as the tower was visible on the horizon, and with how tall it was, it was a far reaching territory.

The angel of death was a massive monstrosity of a male. Extreme musculature with veins stretching out wherever they could, the fur hardly able to cover any of it. The mane on his head a silvery white that seemed to shimmer. His wings were made of feathers and his large tail hung on a side of his throne.

Upon Kafziel sat a human. The human, an olive skinned man with well defined muscles, sweating as a result of the hot weather. He was positioned with his back facing Kafziel. Kafziel thrusted his hips. The man's insides stretched by the incubus's cock, a member as long as and thicker than the man's forearm. In comparison, the human only possessed a member of average size. Kafziel continued to trust, drawing in nourishment in each and every push. He continued to do this for a long time.

The angel of death pushed once more. "May you be blessed by my holy seed." The demon unleashed his orgasm within the man. It was intense enough to cause it to spill out the rim and upon his lap. Kafziel sat unaffected.

He pushed again and at will produced another wave of his seed. This time, the man began to glow as he was filled with it, glowing til he only became a ball of light.

Then, in a flash, the man disappeared.

Kafziel was left sitting on his throne, with his erection covered by his seed.

.-.-.-

Into the throne room stepped another incubus with feathered wings. This one of a lighter frame with less muscular definition. His face was soft, wearing a mane shaped like embers. His tail hardly moved as he approached. A translucent cloth was draped over his crotch. One of very few individuals that wore any shred of clothing in this realm. He stepped in with closed golden eyes.

He saw that his patriarch had just finished feeding. Or blessing a human, as he would refer to it. Kafziel only fed on humans who were soon to die.

"Kafziel, patriarch." Uriel spoke. He bowed his head.

"Uriel, my son. Raphael went to handle an intruder, didn't he? But, but hasn't returned. It has almost been a day." Kafziel said.

"This is true. I fear I do not know the reason."

"This vexes me, Uriel." The massive male shifted on his throne. Uriel watched with closed eyes. "Do you know need me to do something?" The subordinate asked.

"My son-" Kafziel began. But Kafziel felt uneasy about just sitting on the throne all day, specially with his son Raphael having gone missing without warning. It felt like a waste. And Raphael needed to be told a clear message. "Uriel, I will do this myself."

"He must be awakening." Uriel gathered as he watched Kafziel stand.

"It is too soon, I did not predict this."

"The paradigm shift has begun again, this time it will be very wide encompassing. We may need all the help we can get." Uriel added.

"So has our father king Pazuzu implied. Raphael will be lost to us." Kafziel growled.

"Patriarch, are you saying he is already lost?"

"No. I will go and talk to him. If I do not return here, with him, he is never allowed to return here again. He is to be killed if he tries." Kafziel declared and stepped toward Uriel.

Uriel pondered this for a moment. He watched Kafziel, then bowed. "If there is anything you need me to do, let me know, patriarch."

"I was just speaking my mind. Later, we will tell the others. If Raphael is lost, that is precious potential that we will no longer have, and we will have to compensate. Meeting him as not a member of the family but a demon outside will be a grave day indeed." Kafziel said, looking past Uriel very thoughtfully.

"I will return in a moment's notice. Grace be to our father king, Pazuzu."

With that said, the massive incubus vanishes in a flash of light. The space where Kafziel had been was singed, as if it was burnt by the intense light.

Uriel was not much for praising the father king, but understood that Kafziel was eternally grateful to Pazuzu for his gifts and continued existence and finds it is as important as breathing to continually praise the father king throughout the day.

Uriel watched the empty throne room, thoughtfully.