A Marvelous Devil.
Chapter 30: The Demonic Light.
New York.
Hank McCoy.
"I'm still unsure about this, professor," Hank rubbed his hairy hands warily as he observed the enhanced version of Cerebro in all its glory.
It was bigger, significantly so, and stronger too. A monument to what happened when mutants had a problem everyone agreed on and someone told Hank to "go wild."
Hank wasn't proud because, deep inside, he knew he took that too literally.
It was something insane, dangerous, but more importantly, a complete success. One he still didn't believe he had accomplished.
"You've said that four times today, Hank," Charles replied with the familiar dry patience in his voice as he settled into the padded chair. His fingers found the helmet and hefted it almost excitedly.
It was a sight rare enough that Hank had to stifle a snort. Normally, he wouldn't have, but he was nervous about the professor trying it without the tests he'd planned on doing.
"And I'll say it again, if necessary," Hank muttered, his eyes moving across the readouts one final time. Everything looked right. Everything was right. That was exactly the problem.
He still didn't believe what he had created.
The old Cerebro could find a mutant in Oslo on a bad day. This one, at least in theory, could find a mutant thinking about Oslo.
Theoretically.
"The sensitivity calibration alone…"
"That's why we built it," Xavier said simply. "We couldn't allow a repeat of what happened last year, Hank. We were too late."
Hank had no answer to that. The reminder still brought memories too raw for him.
Finding a whole colony of mutants with their heads blown off inside a black site by the Genosha government did that to anyone. Even Logan couldn't act as composed as usual after seeing that scene.
It was a miracle the kids weren't taken on that mission, and Hank was man enough to admit that he still had nightmares about that day. So, instead of answering, he did what he was best at.
He returned to his console, pulling up the monitoring suite built for this first live test. If something failed, he'd know quickly.
Charles settled on Cerebro, the helmet humming to life as Hank held his breath and focused with his utmost attention on the readings.
"We'll start slow, just this room for now, professor," Hank made sure to remind Charles of that. He knew him well enough to know how childish he could be with new toys.
The professor nodded almost impatiently, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows.
"I will follow your lead," He muttered, "Tell me what you see, Hank."
"We should still have Miss Grey on hand, Xavier," Hank sighed, knowing it was pointless.
He had suggested it multiple times, and Jean was perhaps the most powerful telepath in the world… though Charles still surpassed her with his experience and control. But even that didn't explain why the professor was pretty… intensive about how much he meddled in what she should and shouldn't participate in.
More than with any other student, in fact. But he must have his reasons. That's what Hank told himself every time Logan or Ororo asked.
"Or we could have at least asked for Miss Frost's help," he said with a twitch of his lips.
"Absolutely not," Charles replied drily, and even through the helmet, Hank noted how hard his eye twitched at the mere mention of the White Queen of the Hellfire Group.
Hank knew when he had lost, so he started the recording.
"Expand the radius by ten meters," Hank ordered firmly as the image began to form on the screen, "You always scold Miss Grey about her control, show me how much better you are."
Charles knew what Hank was doing, goading him, but he still did it with a faint smirk. He had perhaps the best control over his power than every other Mutant the world had ever seen, but Miss Grey had more power than he, which was shocking thanks to her age.
The screen showed the secret bunker where Cerebro was located, with two… no, three presences in the reading.
Hank snorted. He hadn't even noticed her mind sleeping past his defenses once more. Jean was genuinely gifted. And scary.
Was that why Charles was so interested in her lessons? It had to be.
The professor huffed what could be a laugh before her mind was pushed away from the room.
"I swear," he chuckled amusedly, "What can you see, Hank?"
"The room, and only the two of us, professor," Hank responded, hiding his amusement.
"Good, we'll continue expanding," Xavier said seriously, "We'll try the school building now."
Hank didn't answer, just focusing on the image as every detail from the building to each blade of grass, to each mind and body appeared one by one on the simulation.
Over two hundred presences.
There were presences that shouldn't be here. Hank just sighed and noted it, not reacting outwardly.
"It seems your old friend is still playing his games, professor," Hank idly noted, "And so is Miss Frost."
"It is expected," Xavier seemed to shrug, "Just as they keep an eye on the school, we do inside their groups. At least we have the upper hand with Eric since he lacks strong telepaths; Emma has no regard for her students' privacy."
Hank wondered if Xavier truly had to hide his lies behind that façade when only he was present. It's not like Hank didn't understand his thought process.
He folded his arms behind his back, pacing across the room for a moment before stopping on the screen showing the students in class or playing outside.
He felt the discomfort; he always did, and he suspected that he didn't know how low Charles truly fell, but he understood.
"It's curious, Charles," Hank dropped the formality for a second, "Frost's reading the thoughts of her students is an unforgivable invasion of privacy, yet, when you keep watch over our allies, especially, you call it strategy."
Charles didn't answer immediately.
The room was quiet, and Hank held his breath. Did he push his friend too hard? Would he even remember this conversation?
The helmeted head turned toward him, and Hank felt the weight of his stare.
"I understand your point, Hank, I truly do," Charles sighed, "But we both know the world we live in does not allow us the luxury of consistency."
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Hank couldn't help but snort, "That is a fascinating way to say that the rules can change depending on the situation, Charles."
Xavier's stare stopped Hank in his place. That cold, unflinching stare of a man who had decided to do what he thought was right.
"You know as well as I do why they must."
Without waiting for an answer, Xavier turned his focus once more to Cerebro and whispered, "It is what it is. But enough of that, I will expand the area."
Hank turned back to his console.
The image lost focus for a moment as more and more information and details began to converge into the machine, Charles's readings transcribing in real time everything his mind could see.
Exactly as intended… the school in its entirety, the surrounding forests, the scan expanding outward.
Manhattan.
The Big Apple.
Reaching all the way to Hell's Kitchen…
Then the room ceased to exist.
There was nothing in the room. Just a white so total and so violent that Hank's hands flew to his face on pure reflex, but it made no difference… it burned through his palms, through his eyelids, searing itself directly into his retinas like staring into the sun from ten feet away.
No, it was even brighter.
He heard Xavier before he felt himself hit the floor.
It wasn't a scream of pain. Hank had heard Xavier in pain before, multiple times, in fact. He had heard him push through things that would break lesser men with nothing more than a groan.
But this? This was something else entirely. Something that had no business coming out of a human throat.
Then, absolute silence.
When Hank opened his eyes, the light was gone. At least, that was what he felt.
He didn't know how long he'd been on the floor. Seconds? Minutes? Time completely lost its meaning.
He couldn't see, thanks to the complete blindness that didn't get any better. Hank knew his body better than most, and he knew his eyes were a lost cause.
But his senses were good, below Logan, sure, but still much better than anyone else.
He followed the rasping sound. That wet, uneven rasp was coming from Charles's direction. Before he could reach him, Hank almost tripped over the helmet that had been thrown from the chair, somehow, but he soon succeeded and felt Charles's body, slumped, completely still except for the slow movement of his chest.
Hank lifted his hands, trying to grab the back of Charles's head to take him to the med bay, but he felt something wet coming out of his eyes.
And nose.
And ears.
A viscous liquid that smelled of iron.
Hank's hands moved before his brain could name what he was feeling, checking pulse, his airways, and everything else that he could think of.
"Charles." His voice was rough, "Charles, I need you to…"
But the professor didn't respond. His head didn't move; his breathing didn't change.
Hank lifted him up with care, not believing what had happened. Not knowing what had happened. Charles's body felt almost weightless in his arms.
But Hank didn't care. Not at this time.
He didn't focus on anything else as he left.
But that could wait.
Because Charles could not.
Dante Andromalius.
Hell's Kitchen.
"And this is a view only I am allowed to see," I grinned darkly, seeing my inhuman reflection from Tandy's eyes.
Tandy's eyes brightened something fierce, to the point that it made me wonder how much her connection to the light force had improved now that she had become a devil.
But I couldn't reach an answer before I was interrupted by something. A piece of cloth hitting me straight on the face.
And the wide smirk on my light's face as she looked at me expectantly. Eagerly. But more importantly? Hungrily.
"You look perfect, my dear," I said simply, my eyes roaming her almost naked figure.
That white, almost pale skin, her platinum hair, her blue eyes that shone with light. Stepping next to the bed, I took off my shoes and approached her.
"Do you know what will happen now, my love?" I whispered to her ear, taking the opportunity to nibble her earbud.
Tandy shivered, her breathing coming out in short bursts, her hands grabbing my arm.
"You'll make me yours," she said, clenching her hand even harder.
Laughing softly, I shook my head, my eyes pinning her under me. The only thing that stopped me from seeing Tandy in all her full glory was her undergarments, but I wasn't planning on letting them exist for much longer.
"That's where you're wrong," my thumb caressed her cheek, "you are already mine. Your body is mine, your soul is mine, your heart is mine."
My thumb pressed against her lips, her heated look doing nothing more than excite me.
I didn't apply any force; she opened her mouth willingly and took my digit once more. Her tongue almost bathed it with care. With love. With devotion.
"I am yours," Tandy panted, "Forever, and no one will take me away from you."
"Indeed you are," I smirked, "And you will show it to me, right?"
Tandy nodded eagerly, her eyes shining even harder.
Cute.
"Show me what is mine," I growled.
Tandy stood up on the bed, and I took that opportunity to fix the apartment from the mess she had caused. It didn't take long, thankfully. Conjuring things was pretty simple, and with Tandy by my side, I could waste the small amount of energy needed without a care.
Then I closed the newly created door and amped up the wards in my base in this world. I felt the attention of multiple beings during Tandy's reincarnation. The watcher was one, and the clearest of all, but he wasn't the only one. A mortal mind was burned, which was amusing, but still unimportant.
There were many others I didn't know about, so it was better to protect my privacy.
Especially to this sight.
Tandy was looking up from her kneeling position on our bed. The way her breasts, pointing up with her pink, delicious-looking nipples, swayed under her slight bouncing made my lower half throb.
Then she sat, spreading her legs.
And I bit down a groan.
She truly was a devil, because this absolutely was a sinful sight.
Tandy's smirk widened, seeing my reaction. Or lack of it, but our damn connection made sure she knew exactly what I was feeling.
"Service your bishop, Dante," she whispered between excitement and embarrassment.
Brat.
But as much as it amused me, I so loved seeing her acting this way. If she were all devotion and nothing else, things would have turned boring after a while.
But her trying to take the lead? That's what made it fun.
Especially when she turned putty under my hands when I dragged myself toward her open legs.
"What do you want me to do, Tandy?" My breath ghosted her snatch, my fingers clamping on her calves as I pushed them apart.
Then I kissed one leg, nipping on the other for good measure, and received a wonderful moan coming out of my Tandy.
"Just like that, Dante," she said shakily, her legs locking behind my head.
"Like this?" I smirked, dragging my tongue from the bottom all the way to her clit. The smooth, unblemished skin assured my pants felt even tighter.
"Uhu," I felt Tandy's nod, her legs pulling me more into her.
And that was when I noticed a particular quirk of hers. Tandy's pussy was drenched, even before my own saliva was added into the mix, but it wasn't just that. I was talking about her heat.
It was so warm, her skin so soft, her taste? Absolutely divine, and I knew what I was talking about.
My hands went to her thighs, kneading the soft flesh as I began devouring her essence like a man possessed. My tongue passed in long, slow strokes as I found my favorite taste in the world.
I could get used to this.
"You're so wet, Tandy," I whispered, sending a cool gust of wind to her open lips, flicking my tongue over her clit before sucking it between my lips.
Tandy whined, grinding against my mouth like her life depended on it.
"Let go, my love. I want to see you cum." I grinned, sending a low electric signal through my tongue, sliding two fingers inside, also cooled enough that she would feel the difference.
Tandy writhed now, panting and moaning and tightening her hold over my head even more as I worked her up, my fingers starting languidly, then picking up speed to the point that the sound coming out of her pussy was louder than my own slurping.
"Fuck yes, Dante. Don't stop!" Her nails raked down my scalp as waves of pleasure passed through her body.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed Tandy's glorious ass with my palms and lifted, pulling her legs towards my shoulders so that she could see the scene just as well as I.
I went wild there, the sight of Tandy's parted lips, both of them, her bright eyes looking almost wet with pleasure, and her erratic breathing made me want to see more.
My fingers moved even faster, the squelching sound fueling a dark part of me, and her moans even more so.
My lips returned, and before long, Tandy simply came undone.
A clear splash of her essence splashed against my chin, and the rest fell on her body, coating us both in equal measure.
"That's my good girl," I praised, slowing my movements but never stopping, pressing a kiss on her inner thigh before crawling up her body and lathering it with kisses. "How are you feeling?"
"Hm," she moaned, kissing my chin, then my lips, uncaring of the proof of her enjoyment, "Good."
Her eyes were glassy with pleasure as she looked up at me adoringly, "So very good."
I couldn't help but smirk proudly, especially when feeling her hand battling with my zipper, "Is it your turn, my love?"
"Uhu," she pushed me to my back, not waiting for my answer as she pulled my pants down, then my underwear, and her dainty, pale hand grabbed my cock adoringly.
Her nail passed from the base all the way to the tip, Tandy biting her lip and blinking owlishly.
"Is this mine?" She held my balls in my hands, her eyes losing their beautiful blue and gaining a white tint. "Is this for me, Dante?"
I nodded, staying silent and watching her reaction.
She lowered her head slowly, and… and I felt my breath hitch as her tongue pressed against one of those orbs.
It had to be said; human bodies were the epitome of carnal satisfaction. Everything felt so much more vivid.
Then her lips puckered as she kissed the other.
"I can feel how full they are, Dante," she said between kisses, her tongue going all the way to the tip before kissing the crown, "And tonight, it will all be inside me."
"I suppose it's a good time to say that devils have a low pregnancy rate, right?" I smirked, seeing her gaze heat up even more, "I can fix that with a snap of my fingers, but truthfully, I think I prefer it all natural."
Tandy moaned, "Does that mean you will fill me up, love?"
"If that's what my bishop desires?" I laughed excitedly, "Who am I to say no?"
Inch by delicious inch entered Tandy until she was fully seated, her ass resting on my pelvis like a throne she deserved.
Tandy moaned wantonly, her hands on my chest for good measure as she lifted herself up all the way to the tip before letting herself fall once more.
And the heat, by Seere, the heat.
I growled, feeling Tandy speed up even more, claiming her mouth again as I freed my hands to play with her perfect nipples. Then I helped her by raising my hips every time she gave me space.
The snug feeling of her pussy was otherworldly, and I felt myself get lost in the moment.
It felt so much more intense than anything I had felt before. Every push, every caress, every kiss felt stronger. I wonder why I never aligned my previous body to match that of mortals. They absolutely surpass beings like us when it comes to pleasure.
"Tell me you love me," Tandy panted on top of me, a drop of sweat falling on my chest, her light coming out of her pores every second.
The dark force responded without my intention, the fog consuming with gusto the light of my light, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"I love you," I murmured to her ear, and that was more than enough to break Tandy.
She cried out as her orgasm hit, but she didn't stop, continuing to grind into my cock. She was not stopping, not until I felt a tightness in my balls before I dumped everything inside of my bishop.
"I love you, Dante," Tandy cried out, feeling the warmth of my seed filling her up, letting out a perverse giggle as she pressed her forehead against my chest.
I took a glance at the clock, seeing we still had some hours before we needed to be back, and smirked at Tandy.
"We still have time," I palmed her ass, "Care for another round?"
Tandy's laughter was all I needed to push her towards all fours.
Tandy Bowen
Hell's Kitchen.
I was absolutely pouting, glaring at the beast I gave my everything to not even 3 hours ago.
He was a monster, a fiendish demon, and one whom I loved like nothing else in this world.
And he knew that. Even through my anger, the bastard didn't stop smirking victoriously.
And damn if he didn't deserve the praise. I had thought I knew pleasure, but I had been completely in the dark about it. Because nothing I had ever felt compared to what Dante made me feel now.
God, he was perfect.
Or should I say Satan, now? The wings on my back flapped once, then twice, and I hid a shiver as Dante passed his hands through the thin membrane.
They were beautiful, but I had to admit that I would've preferred them if they looked just like Dantes's instead of being unique.
"None of that, my love," Dante smiled, "there's nothing wrong with this work of art; you are perfect the way you are, and all these oddities make it even more noticeable. You have no idea how much people back home will hate you for what you are."
"And you'll make me better than them?" I asked, putting back my light-coated wings back in.
Heh, this was fun.
I was about to pull them back out, but Dante, being the party pooper he was, flicked my nose.
"And you'll be better than all of them," He nodded, "Unless I decide to help them, I guess."
"Tell me about your home, Dante," I grabbed his hand, enjoying the way his warmth mingled with mine, "You said we were going there, right? You'll finally take me there?"
"Hm," he nodded curiously, looking down and giving a soft tug, "There's a lot happening in there right now. I finally got my hands on a very big territory where our base will be; it just needs some cleaning."
I didn't like the way he grinned as soon as he finished those words, and even if it made my heartbeat faster and my legs almost wobble, I still didn't have a good feeling about that damn smirk I absolutely didn't adore.
Dante clapped his hands, and I almost screamed when we were pulled into the mirror dimension.
Dante had a very serious expression on his face; one I hadn't seen before.
He was just so damn cute.
I didn't know if he realized how he scrunched his nose when he was thinking too hard. But I wasn't going to say anything, I knew he would hide it if I ever mentioned it.
It was a shame I didn't have my phone at hand.
"We're going to the underworld," He said after some minutes doing some things I didn't understand in the dimension and nodding every once in a while, "It's a dimension a long way from here, where my kind lives. Believe me, Celestine will make sure you know everything you need, but we'll be there for a couple of months."
"Who's Celestine? What about the business here, Dante?" I asked curiously.
I wasn't complaining about leaving; my life here didn't amount to anything without Dante. Not anymore, and now that I had him back in my life, I wasn't planning on letting him go anymore.
As he said, I was completely his, but he was mine as well.
"Celestine is my dear mother, of course," Dante tilted his head adorably, or so I would have said, if only I wasn't frozen on the spot.
Mother? Mother-in-Law?
That… I wasn't… No, I was ready. There was no better time than now. I was still floating from the aftermath of this fiendish being, and I doubted the devil mother of my devil boyfriend was a damn prude.
Was Dante my boyfriend? The word left a bad taste in my mouth. What was between Dante and me was so much more than something so simple; it was almost insulting.
Did I know how to name it? Absolutely not, but I didn't particularly care.
"About the café, you don't have to worry about it," he said simply, snorting amusedly at something only he knew, "Wong will keep an eye on it."
I opened my mouth.
"He doesn't have much of a choice," Dante smirked, "You can say he was voluntold to care for it after I copied half of the Kamar-Taj library and warded them myself. The mundane part is handled thanks to one of my deals, as you must have noticed."
I closed my mouth, nodding slowly.
Fair enough, honestly. Wong had survived this long in Dante's orbit; he could survive babysitting a café for a few months. I almost felt bad for him.
Almost, because I didn't miss how he acted when Dante reincarnated me.
Was he racist? Because it felt a bit that way.
"And your mother," I started carefully, "she knows about me?"
"She's been preparing for this since I showed her your photo," Dante said, shivering.
I had never seen him react that way to anything, but before I could ask, he continued.
"I suggest you prepare yourself."
That was not exactly reassuring.
"Prepare myself for what exactly?"
He looked at me for a moment with something that might have been sympathy before the amusement consumed it.
"Grandchildren," he said simply. "She's quite excited, you could say."
I burst out laughing, and even Dante's lips twitched despite himself, which I was absolutely saving to tease him later.
The mirror dimension shifted around us as Dante finished whatever he had been doing.
"Ready?" he asked, extending his hand.
"For a life with you?" I smiled brightly, "You bet your pert ass I am."
Dante Andromalius.
The underworld, Sitri Territory.
I was regretting every decision I had ever made.
Not even at his worst did Mephisto ever make me feel this way. But he was at fault, because that was what started all of this.
This. Specifically, this.
Fucking asshole. And Red too. They were both at fault.
Celestine had Tandy's hands in hers before my light had even finished walking through the door, and whatever I had expected from that first meeting… none of it happened.
They looked at each other for approximately three seconds.
Then Celestine burst into tears.
"She's so damn cute, Dante!" my mother announced to no one in particular, cupping Tandy's face in both hands while Tandy stood very still with a growing smile. "Look at you. Look at these cheekbones. Dante."
"That she is," I said drily.
"Oh, Lucifer, I can't wait to see little Dantes trotting around! A mix of you two will be even cuter than you are!"
"There's nothing cuter than me, Celestine." I rolled my eyes, offended.
As if you could top perfection.
Celestine ignored me completely, which was becoming a theme.
The dinner she had prepared was genuinely impressive, and the spread covered more of the table than was strictly necessary for three people. Tandy's eyes went wide when she saw it, which earned her approximately forty-five seconds of Celestine explaining every dish in detail while I poured myself a drink and accepted that I had lost control of this situation before it started.
Why didn't I expect it to be this way? I had all the warning signs before tonight.
"Sit, sit," Celestine herded Tandy toward the chair I usually occupied.
The one Hadrian used before.
I didn't comment on it, just noting to finish that sooner rather than later. Celestine deserved a nice gift for tonight.
"Dante never mentioned how you two met," Celestine confided to Tandy in a stage whisper that filled the entire room, "I wondered if he was lying and showed me a model from the devil net."
"Celestine, for God's sake," I rolled my eyes and laughed when my mother winced.
"You can't blame your mom for trying, dear." Celestine glared at me. I didn't miss to notice how her eyes focused on Tandy when she didn't react at me naming the light bright.
"Uhu," I snorted, sharing a look with Tandy, who giggled at our play. I hadn't explained much, since I thought it would be nice for Celestine to have an in with Tandy to melt the ice, which now I realized wasn't even needed. But I made sure to let her know that my ability to travel between worlds was not something anyone outside my peerage should know about.
"You sure were trusting my every decision before, though," I poked Celestine's cheek softly.
"About politics," Celestine said drily, "not women."
Tandy snorted into her drink.
I looked at her.
She looked back at me with an expression of pure innocence that matched Celestine's.
Their similarities would go ignored for the rest of my life.
The food was excellent, at least. If only it had lasted longer.
Celestine waited approximately twelve minutes… and I counted… Then she pulled out of thin air the last thing I wanted to see. The same damn baby book she showed Rias and Akeno the last time they visited. And she waited no time to show the most embarrassing photos to my light, who enjoyed it too much.
Even taking her own pictures, for later, she said.
"He was the most serious child," Celestine told Tandy warmly, sliding something across the table, "never cried, never played with kids his age, just watched everything with those eyes like he was already judging us."
"That tracks," Tandy said immediately. "He's the same now, at least when we aren't in bed."
Tandy's eyes widened and covered her mouth, but Celestine just tittered.
"Oh, really? My baby is now a man, then?" Celestine beamed. "Oh, I'm so proud of you, Dante!"
"That's wonderful," I sighed.
Neither of them looked at me.
"Show her your wings, baby," I smiled softly.
And no, I wasn't doing it to change the subject. Absolutely not.
"They are beautiful," Celestine said softly, and reached over to touch the edge of Tandy's wings almost reverently, her fingers tracing the light-coated membrane in wonder.
Her eyes glazed, like she was remembering something she had seen in the past.
"They're so warm," Celestine murmured in quiet amazement.
"She's perfect, no?" I grinned, caressing the tip of her wing, too.
Tandy shivered at that.
"Grandchildren," she said softly.
"Absolutely not yet," I replied.
I finished my drink.
When Celestine finally began to slow down, I stood. Then I threw a sleep spell on her mid-sentence with a shake of my head.
"Dante," Tandy said flatly. "Really?"
"She has work tomorrow, and so do you," I said, taking hold of Celestine's body with telekinesis and gently grabbing Tandy's hand, "And both will need the energy."
Tandy watched me tuck my mother in with a warm expression, despite her clear disapproval.
"What did you think?"
"Your mother is wonderful," Tandy said immediately with a wide smile. "I can't wait to meet your dad."
"Mm. Let's hope it all goes well."
I kicked the door to my room, pulling Tandy's dress and my clothes away with a snap of my finger.
"Dante," she said, floating behind me with her wings, "What's your plan for tomorrow?"
"Don't think about it for now, love," I shook my head, "just rest."
"It's not even that late," Tandy deadpanned, "and even if it were, we can just use the light force."
"Even that won't be enough," I chuckled, "after your training tomorrow."
She paused, her wings trembling with nervousness. "What training, Dante?"
I grinned, pulling us both to bed.
"Sleep well, my love."
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