for any purpose
other than to fill the ranks. Despite the Emperor's best efforts, Hashem had
only been able to weaken the instinct to bond, not eliminate it. A
bonded hybrid was reluctant to take any action which would result in not only its
own death, but the death of its mate, rendering Hashem's armies useless the
moment they got married. By the time hybrids served their mandatory 500 years
and were honorably discharged, freeing them to settle down, they were too old
to bear offspring. He glanced down the hallway towards the disappearing back
of his Ramidreju colleague and sighed.
“Remember what
happened to your mother,” Zepar said. “It didn't matter that she was only
one-half Seraphim, or that she had not seen your biological father in more than
fifteen years. She bonded with him when she conceived you, and when he died,
it killed her.”
'Asherah abandoned
-you- that day as well…'
“This isn't fun
anymore," Lucifer sighed. "Maybe it's time I admitted it just wasn't
meant to be and adopted a child? Like the Emperor did when he adopted me? "
What had at first been
an exciting perquisite of the job had turned into a never-ending chore. Zepar
scheduled appointment after appointment with Angelic females who were only too
willing to throw away one of their precious biennial heat cycles on a futile
mating attempt to bear the Eternal Emperor's adopted son an heir.
“The stability of the
Alliance depends upon your producing an heir,” Zepar gave him an unsympathetic
look. “Do you want the Emperor to revoke Parliament's charter upon your
death?"
"No,"
Lucifer sighed.
"Our species is
dying," Zepar said, "and your genetic profile is too unique to simply
throw away. The Emperor himself has decreed that you must keep trying.”
'And you –do- so
enjoy the conquest. You know you do…'
A sultry image of an
Angelic female, her back arched in ecstasy as she cried out his name, danced
through his mind. Lucifer squirmed as blood rushed to a certain part of his
anatomy. As much as sexual conquest had long ago lost its luster, he had a
reputation to uphold. Males of every species aspired to be like him, while
females swooned at his feet . He was duty-bound to set a good example.
“Lucifer, we have had
this talk before." Zepar put a fatherly hand upon his shoulder and gave
it a squeeze. "Sometimes it's necessary to sacrifice a little personal
happiness to obtain the greater good. Especially you. Like it or not,
you're a symbol of the vitality of our great Alliance." Zepar's voice was
warm and hypnotically reasonable.
'Are you so selfish
that you would abandon your species to die out?'
“Of course.”
Lucifer's wings trembled as Zepar gave him the one thing his adopted father
never had. “You're right. You're always right . I must ensure
the survival of my species before I start thinking of myself." He curled
his wing around his crotch so Zepar wouldn't see him 'adjust' himself.
"What was her name again?”
“Hemaniel,” Zepar
said. “And you've just wasted ten minutes of your hour. You don't have time
to break her in naturally.”
“Knock five minutes
before I need to be out of here for the post-sex niceties.” He resumed the
fake persona he assumed for the rest of the world, the charismatic leader who
could give everybody their heart's desire. Zepar gave him an approving nod.
It had been the
Emperor who had taught him to always show his 'good side' to the world, not
Zepar, but the habit was so deeply ingrained that he automatically projected
whatever his audience expected to see without even thinking about it. As soon
as his wings cleared the door, he flared them like a raptor swooping in for the
kill, a pose female Angelics found irresistible.
“Prime Minister
Lucifer,” Hemaniel stammered. “It's an honor.” The pretty blonde Angelic's
hands clutched at her chest, her eyes wide with awe at the privilege of being
this close to
other than to fill the ranks. Despite the Emperor's best efforts, Hashem had
only been able to weaken the instinct to bond, not eliminate it. A
bonded hybrid was reluctant to take any action which would result in not only its
own death, but the death of its mate, rendering Hashem's armies useless the
moment they got married. By the time hybrids served their mandatory 500 years
and were honorably discharged, freeing them to settle down, they were too old
to bear offspring. He glanced down the hallway towards the disappearing back
of his Ramidreju colleague and sighed.
“Remember what
happened to your mother,” Zepar said. “It didn't matter that she was only
one-half Seraphim, or that she had not seen your biological father in more than
fifteen years. She bonded with him when she conceived you, and when he died,
it killed her.”
'Asherah abandoned
-you- that day as well…'
“This isn't fun
anymore," Lucifer sighed. "Maybe it's time I admitted it just wasn't
meant to be and adopted a child? Like the Emperor did when he adopted me? "
What had at first been
an exciting perquisite of the job had turned into a never-ending chore. Zepar
scheduled appointment after appointment with Angelic females who were only too
willing to throw away one of their precious biennial heat cycles on a futile
mating attempt to bear the Eternal Emperor's adopted son an heir.
“The stability of the
Alliance depends upon your producing an heir,” Zepar gave him an unsympathetic
look. “Do you want the Emperor to revoke Parliament's charter upon your
death?"
"No,"
Lucifer sighed.
"Our species is
dying," Zepar said, "and your genetic profile is too unique to simply
throw away. The Emperor himself has decreed that you must keep trying.”
'And you –do- so
enjoy the conquest. You know you do…'
A sultry image of an
Angelic female, her back arched in ecstasy as she cried out his name, danced
through his mind. Lucifer squirmed as blood rushed to a certain part of his
anatomy. As much as sexual conquest had long ago lost its luster, he had a
reputation to uphold. Males of every species aspired to be like him, while
females swooned at his feet . He was duty-bound to set a good example.
“Lucifer, we have had
this talk before." Zepar put a fatherly hand upon his shoulder and gave
it a squeeze. "Sometimes it's necessary to sacrifice a little personal
happiness to obtain the greater good. Especially you. Like it or not,
you're a symbol of the vitality of our great Alliance." Zepar's voice was
warm and hypnotically reasonable.
'Are you so selfish
that you would abandon your species to die out?'
“Of course.”
Lucifer's wings trembled as Zepar gave him the one thing his adopted father
never had. “You're right. You're always right . I must ensure
the survival of my species before I start thinking of myself." He curled
his wing around his crotch so Zepar wouldn't see him 'adjust' himself.
"What was her name again?”
“Hemaniel,” Zepar
said. “And you've just wasted ten minutes of your hour. You don't have time
to break her in naturally.”
“Knock five minutes
before I need to be out of here for the post-sex niceties.” He resumed the
fake persona he assumed for the rest of the world, the charismatic leader who
could give everybody their heart's desire. Zepar gave him an approving nod.
It had been the
Emperor who had taught him to always show his 'good side' to the world, not
Zepar, but the habit was so deeply ingrained that he automatically projected
whatever his audience expected to see without even thinking about it. As soon
as his wings cleared the door, he flared them like a raptor swooping in for the
kill, a pose female Angelics found irresistible.
“Prime Minister
Lucifer,” Hemaniel stammered. “It's an honor.” The pretty blonde Angelic's
hands clutched at her chest, her eyes wide with awe at the privilege of being
this close to
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