A Second Chance at Death Ch. 6 (hazbin xover)

“Huh, what a strange little corner of heaven.” Emily mused as she walked down the dimly lit hallway, such a stark contrast with the rest of heaven. Never in her existence had she seen a light fixture flicker until now. Such a novel experience made her cast a quick prayer in thanks to the almighty.

Emily enjoyed walking through heaven. It was paradise itself, after all, and the young seraphim still had much of it that she hadn't explored. She'd not been able to bask in the presence of the almighty yet, an experience she faced with giddy anticipation.

She'd turned a new coner on her walk today, and she'd ended up inside this strange building. It was in some disrepair, and her mind bubbled with ideas for how it could be used. With some cleaning up, it would make for a wonderful rec center. She would need to bring it up to Sera.

She paused when she saw a big steel box with a glass display. A vending machine. She'd never seen one in heaven before. It was stuffed to the brim with some yellow bags. She was intrigued, and she took a step towards the machine when a nearby door caught her attention.

She wasn't sure exactly why the door interested her so. It looked identical to the other ones she'd passed by here, but there was just something about it that made her want to explore.

Emily walked over to the door, grabbing the knob and turning it without hesitation. Her light blue eyes were wide with childlike anticipation at discovering something new about the wonders of creation.

“Wha- oh…Oh!” Her hand clamped over her mouth as the decidedly unholy image before her burned itself into her retina.

A large, lanky being - a demon, horns and all! - was chained up against the wall of a dusty supply closet. She made eye-contact with the poor, unfortunate soul, and Emily felt her face heating up as her eyes involuntarily drifted downward.

They fell over his tight, corded muscles, his prominent abs, his sinful Adonis belt, right on down to the most unholy thing of all…

“Oh my lord! Please forgive me!” Emily squeezed her eyes shut as she launched into rapid prayer, trying to regain her serenity.

But it wasn't working. Not this time, not when the demonic image that she'd just seen had tattooed itself onto the back of her eyelids. 

Her prayer became more desperate as her eyelids fluttered, a demonic force trying to pry them open and force her to fall into a pit of sin.

Harry was watching this newcomer with some interest. The way she kept muttering under her breath while her eyes kept flickering open was strange, to say the least, but it was entertaining. She looked similar to that Sera lady, only smaller, but her reaction made it clear that she had stumbled upon him by accident. 

He cleared his throat. “Erm, hi there.” He said.

The angel squealed in a very Charlie-like manner as she turned her head away. “D-Don't you dare try to tempt me!”

Harry chortled. “I'm not… I'm not trying to tempt you.”

“Then why do you have that… that thing out?!” She jabbed her hand out accusingly, though with her eyes closed, she ended up pointing at his feet instead of his cock.

“Well, I can't exactly put it away, seeing as I'm all tied up here.” Harry pointed out.

That gave her pause, and Harry took advantage of her silence. “Listen, you seem like you're really nice, maybe you could help me out here? I'm not a bad person, I was kidnapped by some psychos and I have no idea what they plan to do with me.”

Emily's eyes opened the barest amount as she looked up at his face, struggling to keep them from wandering once more. “Don't think I'm going to fall for your demon tricks. This is a textbook parable scenario, you're just pretending to be nice and reasonable. When I let you go, you'll destroy heaven!”

Harry groaned in frustration. “Listen, can't you make me tell the truth like that other lady?”

“Other lady? Sera was here? Did you expose yourself to her?”

“Please, I beg you! Just interrogate me! I'll tell you the truth!”

Emily was still conflicted, but her good nature won over. She owed everyone the benefit of the doubt, and she knew this demon could not harm her, and he certainly couldn't tempt her away from the light.

“Fine, but you need to cover up.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “My pants are right there, if you could put them back on me.”

Emily's eyes followed where his foot was pointing, but while she did identify the leather pants, she also got another eyeful of the thick, monstrous sex organ that was dangling from between his legs. 

“Its fine!” She said hastily as she blocked the view with her hand, “I'll interrogate you. And don't even think about deceiving me! I'll see right through it!”

“Wouldn't dream of it.” Harry assured. “My name is Harry, by the way.”

She stopped squinting, once more taken aback by his friendliness. “Emily.”

Harry smiled. “Well, Emily, go right ahead.” 

Emily's face scrunched up in concentration as her light blue sclera began to glow. Just like with Sera, Harry felt his occlumency being bypassed completely. He idly wondered if this was what those dosed with veritaserum felt like.

“How did you get here?”

“I was brought here.”

“Who brought you here?”

“Adam and Lute.”

“...Why?”

“I'm not sure. I think they want to use me, or the power that I have.”

“What power?”

“I don't know exactly.”

Emily's eyes narrowed slightly before she decided to change tact.

“Are you evil?”

“No.”

“But you're a demon?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to destroy heaven?”

“No.”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to go back to hell and be with my friends.”

“...You enjoy hell?”

“I do.”

Emily was growing more and more perplexed by the moment, to the point where she completely forgot about Harry's nudity. Hell was supposed to be a pit of eternal suffering for unrepentant sinners. It didn't make any sense. “Why were you sent there, to hell?”

“A clerical error.”

“What?” She asked in disbelief. “A clerical error where?” She yelled, even though she knew there was only one answer.

“Here.” Harry felt quite satisfied by her horrified expression, even as a part of him hated to see such a cute girl under distress as her world began to crumble down.

“No, no, but…. That doesn't make sense. Heaven doesn't make mistakes… it can't make mistakes.”

Her eyes glowed an even deeper blue as Harry felt his mind being pierced. It was worse than with Snape, as Emily slid through his mind like a hot knife through butter.

The angel desperately rifled through his mind, trying to find some sort of deception, some form of half truth or demonic magic that hid his true intentions, but she found nothing of the sort.

In her search, though, she did see other things. She saw the encounter with Adam and Lute, as well as the moment he was cast down to hell due to a mistake. She also saw him stuffing his monstrous cock inside of a gleeful little imp. She saw him bloat a hellhound's stomach until it was almost bursting. She saw their well-fucked, cumdrunk expressions in the aftermath of being speared by that monster.

She gasped as she made a hasty retreat from his mind. Her cheeks had grown completely red. Wether it was from shame over having so roughly invaded his mind, or from… something else, she wasn't sure.

“I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.”

“You see that I'm not lying now, don't you?” Harry said calmly, choosing not to bring attention to what she'd seen.

“B-But it doesn't make sense! If everything I saw… hell isn't…”

Harry shrugged. “Things aren't as simple as we think, even in the afterlife. Listen, please, can you send me down to hell? You don't even have to cut me loose, just send me down and I'll be out of your hair.”

Emily bit her lip. “I don't know. Sera said you needed to stay here, but its just… ooooh! Its just so wrong!”

Harry could feel Emily fighting her conditioning, fighting everything she'd ever believed and held true. He knew he had her, knew she would do the right thing.

And that was when Lute shoulder checked the door, slamming it hard against the wall and startling the life out of Emily.

“What do you think you're doing, princess?”  

“Lute!? I… what is the meaning of this? What are you doing to this poor soul?”

Lute snorted as she closed the door behind her. “Poor soul? Have you seen that thing? There's nothing poor about that bastard.”

Emily bristled. “Lute, don't play around with me! Whatever you and Adam are doing-”

“Listen, toots, we can't all be sheltered little angels like you. Some of us have to get our hands dirty to keep heaven going. Now you need to back the fuck off from that dangerous demon.”

Emily seemed to quiver under Lute's rant, but then her face steeled in determination. “Don't treat me like a child, Lute! You can't bully me around!”

To back up her point, Emily's countenance darkened, her snow white hair and wings turning a reddish-pink at the edges as eyes simultaneous sprouted from her chest and her halo.

Lute backed down very quickly, though she still continued to side-step her way further into the room, edging ever closer to Harry.

“I'm sorry, Emily! I didn't mean to treat you like a kid. I know you're all grown up, its why you're so interested in this one, isn't it?”

“Huh?” Emily retuned to her usual innocent self as Lute successfully maneuvered her way to Harry's side. She stuck her tongue out in response to Harry's glare, and then she reached out and grabbed his cock.

Emily gasped, her eyes bugging out as Lute smirked, stroking Harry's cock. “Yeah, I can't say I blame you, princess. If Eve fell to an apple, how can we not fall to this big snake right here?” She leaned down, taking his head into her mouth and giving it a slurp.

“Fuck!” harry groaned, both from the pleasure and also because he knew exactly what Lute was trying to do. Before he could say anything, though, the devious little bitch snapped her fingers and chains closed around his mouth. 

“Potty mouth.” She wagged her finger at him.

Emily was completely red faced now, “T-This is… this is…”

“Its really tempting, isn't it? I mean, believe me, I'm as experienced as can be, and I haven't seen a big ol’ thingy quite like this one.” Lute said as she waved Harry's horsecock in Emily's face.

“You're… experienced in these things?” Emily asked.

Lute snorted. “Of course I am, babe. Heaven's warrior, gotta do the dirty work, I've got a bunch of experience, done sex for breakfast and lunch. This is why I can tell you, princess, this mongoloid cock is not for you, you're too pure.” 

Harry wanted to scream as Lute lied through her teeth, but he was unable to stop her as she continued to stroke his cock.

“This sex stuff, it's too rough.” Lute bent over, running her hand up her thigh and over her covered slit. With a sharp nail, she tore an opening out of her pants, enough to free her pussy and for her to slide a finger between her lips.

Emily was thunderstruck, the sexual imagery before her bringing back all the things she'd seen in Harry's memories, all the lewd, sinful images that made her soul squirm in strange, uncomfortable ways.

“Me, I can take this stupid, ugly cock no problem, but its definitely something you should stay away from, princess.” She aimed Harry's cock towards her entrance, shuffling a few steps back to press it against her opening.

Lute yelped and Harry shuddered as his head spread her delicate, virgin lips apart, a glorious half inch managing to slip through her heavenly folds and feel the smoldering heat of her twat.

Lute had her eyes closed as she sweated. She felt another little bit of Harry's head slide inside of her and she tensed, feeling her lips stretched wide by the bulbous monster.

She leapt away, letting Harry's cock bounce in the air as it stood ramrod straight. She straightened up, looking flustered as she looked at Emily. “I can't show you a full demonstration, of course, because I don't want to sully your innocent eyes.”

“I-I’m not innocent!” Emily insisted.

“Its not a bad thing! Believe me, having to take big dicks like this one while remaining pure isn't easy, only a real hardened angel can handle this thing and not fall from grace.”

Emily glared at her. “I think you're lying, Lute! You say you know how to handle that thing, but you're doing it all wrong!”

Lute seemed genuinely angered by her words. “What the fuck are you saying?! How would you know, ya virgin?” 

Emily walked over, blue eyes gleaming with something strange. “First of all, you kissed it wrong.” She took Harry's cock in her hands, startling as she felt its throbbing, bumpy, veiny length in her hands, its full heft surprising her.

“And I can too ‘handle this’ without falling. I'm a seraphim, Lute. And you better show me the proper respect.” She looked up at Harry, who glanced back down at her with pleading eyes, before her gaze returned to his cock.

It was so monstrous, so thick and savage. Every single delicious inch of it was unholy, ungodly, as wicked as that self-same apple that spawned the original sin.

But Emily was no Eve, she would show Lute that she was far beyond corruption.

Emily closed her eyes, the graphic images she'd seen in Harry's mind running through her head. She opened her mouth, clamping down on the shaking that wanted to rattle through her body as she remembered how that wolf-girl and the imp had managed to take it into their mouths.

Her lips wrapped around hot flesh, her tongue scraping against bumpy ridges as she found that he filled her mouth completely, almost too much. She had to stop and readjust, fixing her jaw to be able to accomodate his girth as she slowly slid his log down her throat, enduring the irritation that his ridges caused as they slid down.

“How the fuck are you doing this?!” Lute shouted in astonishment as Emily opened her sky blue eyes, gazing up at Harry as she bobbed her head on his cock.

Emily offered the closest thing to a smile she could manage with such a beastly cock stuffed down her throat. She was proud of herself, for showing Lute up, and for managing to do something so lewd without being corrupted.

Harry moaned against his restraints as Emily took him all the way down to the base, her throat-pussy attempting to swallow his head before she slowly began to slide back, pulling him all the way off until just his head rested in her mouth.

“Whatever, that was just beginner's luck! A real pro like me can take that whole thing up her pussy no problem!” Lute said.

Emily let Harry's cock pop out of her mouth as she looked at Lute now with a superior smile. “I highly doubt that, Lute.”

“Why don't you get out of my way and I'll show you, you stuck up bitch!”

Lute pushed Emily aside, and the seraphim decided to allow Lute her little ‘demonstration’. She crossed her arms, though she found herself absently rubbing her thigh together as a strange wet spot kept building up between her legs.

“Watch and learn, little princess.” Lute bent over, showing no fear as she grabbed Harry's cock, scrunched up her face in determination, and thrust her hips backwards, impaling herself on his cock in one single motion.

“AAACKH!” Lute choked, her eyes crossing over and her tongue sticking out as a bright red blush ran across the bridge of her nose from cheek to cheek. 

“You don't seem to be handling it.” Emily said as she reached a hand into her nether regions to investigate the strange tingling that kept building up in there.

“I-I'm f-fucking b-bossing it,” Lute spat out as she backed up even further, make more and more drastic faces with each inch of Harry's cock she forced into her cunt. 

Harry was staring down at Lute's pale, shapely ass as more of his cock disappear into her pussy. For such a bitch, she had such an absolutely bombastic cunt, it truly wasn't fair. He thrust forward, filling the last little inch of her tight snatch with his cock, and Lute screamed out.

“FUuuuuuuck you!” She cursed, glaring up at Harry as her pussy quivered around his cock. She couldn't fight her desire any longer, though, and she began wiggling her hips from side to side, throwing her head back in pleasure as Harry's cock filled her in a way that made stars fill her vision and her eyes roll over to the back of her head.

Her body took over, throwing her pussy back onto that instrument of torture even as each thrust violated her walls and left her reeling and dizzy. Lute soon became lost, logical thoughts having shut down as she became nothing more than a desperate whore for the cock that was fucking her.

While she observed all of this, Emily found herself frustrated. She kept rubbing her hand over the heat between her legs, but the more she tried to put out the fire, it seemed she only succeeded in fanning the flames, up until the point where her entire body was now on fire, heat rising up the back of her neck as she gasped and mewled, the strange sensation soaking her fingers as they played with her holiest of areas in ways they never had before.

She knew what she had to do in order to put out the inferno that was now raging within herself. She had seen it all in Harry's memories, she was seeing it now as Lute panted like a wanton slut as she took Harry's cock down her pussy.

She wanted to experience it for herself, to overcome the devil's ultimate artifact of temptation. As a seraphim, it would be child's play for her.

And so, Emily grabbed a confused Lute by the shoulders and pulled her off of Harry's cock.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What do you think you're doing, you fucking cunt?!” 

Emily's eyes narrowed into slits, and she shocked even herself as she reared her hand back and slapped Lute across the face.

“Hey!” Lute squealed as she raised a hand up to her cheek. While she reeled from the sting, Emily did a cute little shimmy as she hiked her dress up, revealing a slim, pert ass. She bent over, showing Harry the trail of clear juices running down her grey skin as her tight little pussy spread open for him.

Emily turned her head back, and, somehow sussing out the question swimming amongst all the overwhelming lust in his eyes, she blushed. “I like how the draft feels down there. It's not sinful to go uncovered!” She glanced back at his cock, slick with Lute's juices, and gulped. “Now this, this is as sinful as can be. But I will overcome it!”

Emily walked back, and before an angry Lute could stop her, Harry's cock was splitting her lips open, and Emily's throat vibrated with a shrieking moan. Her eyes rolled over to the back of her head, and Lute's rapid-fire cursing turned into nothing more than distant ringing in her ear as her pussy swallowed up the monster cock that stretched and filled it beyond comprehension.

Instantly, Emily knew she'd made a mistake.

She threw her hips back like a savage. It burned so good. It felt amazing, it felt incredible, it felt greater than anything serene contemplation or basking in his radiant light could ever hope to achieve.

If something like this, something that made her insides twist and her body sing and her entire being cry out in ecstasy; if something like this was the pinnacle of sin… 

No

She moaned as she bounced on it, her ass slamming against Harry's pelvis. She managed to take it all the way in, its entire horse-cock girth and length pounding her pussy, slamming against her womb and battering it into submission. The ringing in her ear grew louder as she could feel every ridge of Harry's cock, especially when she did a little sideways twist that made it hurt so damn good.

She wrapped a hand around Lute's throat to stop her from squawking, and the lewd bitch was frigging herself while Emily squeezed her airway closed. All the while, the demon behind her began taking over, thrusting his hips forward to slam home against her ass.

If something like this was the pinnacle of sin…

…perhaps being a sinner wasn't so bad after all…

…

There was a soft rustling as a small spark of blue flame carved a doorway out of thin air. The invisible door had barely finished being formed when it was pushed open, out stepping a motley crew of awed hellions following behind a short girl with a prominent unibrow.

“This is amazing! Like seriously, girl, you need like, a genius grant or something!” Charlie gushed as she stepped out onto the human world.

Hortense smiled smugly as Voldemort looked down at her with great pride. “She will be all I could not.” 

“I even have my first followers.” The girl gestured towards the back of the room they had walked out onto (which looked to be located in the Hogwarts dungeons), where a pair of boys were waving enthusiastically at them.

“You two?!” Loona hissed the moment she laid eyes on James and Charles.

The two teens blanched, cowering against each other. “Please don't hurt us sexy wolf lady!” James begged.

“We're just doing our boss’ bidding!” Charles insisted.

Voldemort looked down incredulously at Hortense. “You've taken in Potter's progeny as your followers?!”

Hortense shrugged. “They follow orders. Plus, their families are loaded.”

“Being super powerful wizards is too much hard work.” James said. “Following a super powerful wizard-”

Hortense clicked her tongue. “Witch.” 

“Witch. Following a super powerful witch is waaaay easier.”

“And we're getting in on the ground floor. We're inner circle!” Charles exclaimed as the two boys high-fived each other. 

Niffty stepped out through the portal, eye shifting about rapidly as her twitchy hands wrung around the handle of her overly large knife.

“Servants, prepare the room once again.” Hortense ordered.

The two boys groaned. “But we just did this one! It takes a long time, and runes are really hard to draw.”

Hortense's brow furrowed as she fixed them with a killer glare, the M her eyebrows formed becoming even more pronounced. 

“Get to work. Now.”

“Yes ma'am!” The two terrified boys said as they began to scrambled around, looking for tools.

Hortense smiled at the group as Voldemort chuckled darkly. “You have convinced me, my protege, I approve of this arrangement.”

“How long will it take them?” Vaggie asked.

“It should be about another half hour.” Hortense said. “This will be my first attempt to go to the other place, but it should be no issue. All I require is something that originated from there, and they left plenty of those.”

She gestured towards a wall where multiple jars were kept. One held blood, another feathers, another teeth, and a few others had miscellaneous things that were hard to identify.

“Is all of that from the fight?” Charlie asked.

Hortense nodded. “I collected as much as I could before the ministry could think to do it. Now they're scrambling trying to find stuff from the ‘angel battle’, and I have it all!”

“That's why she'll overthrow the ministry in no time!” James said enthusiastically.

The group waited, watching the two boys slave away at preparing the ritual circle while Hortense barked orders like the burgeoning megalomaniac that she was.

They watched in fascination as they finished the ritual circle, but instead of ordering them to step into it, Hortense placed a single stick of plain chalk into the middle of the circle. Pouring some of the blood onto the grooves the boys had carved while placing other items at strategic points in the circle, she stepped out and began to chant.

“I see.” Voldemort said in understanding. He wiped a tear away from his eye. “Brilliant.”

A light began to flash, and they all shielded their eyes as Hortense's chanting intensified, growing louder and louder until there was a final bright flash and a deafening crack.

Loona's voice was the first to be heard. “Niffty! why didn't you cover your eye?!”

The imp's sclera was covered in raw red veins as her teary visage did not prevent her from smiling maniacally. “Pretty!”

Hortense walked to the circle and picked up the piece of chalk, which was now swirling with multicolored lights and seemed to wriggle in her grip.

“This way, I only have to do the ritual once, and now I can travel between heaven and here as many times as I want.” The girl said triumphantly as she held up another piece of chalk, this one black as ash, before stashing it back in her robe.

“Lets go! Niffty wants her boyfriend back!”

“I agree.” Loona said, baring her sharp teeth as she cracked her knuckles.

Hortense smiled and began to draw another door on thin air, blue-white lines opening a brand new doorway. She finished with the handle, and when she turned it, the door popped open to reveal a stairway.

“This is it, guys.” Charlie said with seldom seen determination written on her face. “We're going up to heaven, and we're getting Harry back, no matter what.”

Loona and Niffty nodded while Vaggie squeezed her hand. Hortense looked to her minions. “You two, hold down the fort.”

“Yes ma'am!”

Lets go.”

And with that, they rushed in through the doorway, up to the stairway that led to the realm embedded in the firmament.

…

They were walking up the stairway, a translucent, rainbow hued pathway that was backdropped by a clear blue sky, which became populated with clouds the further up they went. 

“Where do you think we're over?” Charlie mused as she peered over the edge, where there wasn't even a sliver of visible earth.

“I seriously doubt this place correlates in any way with an earthly location. We are likely in a transitional dimension, a bridge between worlds.” Voldemort said.

“That makes sense.”

“That's how it used to be.” Vaggie said. “But a few years ago, Adam had it moved so it was directly over some city called Las Vegas.”

“Why?”

Vaggie shrugged. “No clue.”

…

If the trip to The Almighty's domain had been long, the way back felt even longer. It seemed that despite Sera's clear urgency to return, the stairs that led them back down stretched on for infinity.

Adam checked his watch before glancing over at her. “Can we swing down to earth real quick when we get back? I gotta go see my bookie.”

Sera looked.at him questioningly. “Bookie?”

“Earth stuff, salvation related.” Adam hid his smile. He had a crippling gambling addiction, but when you came down from heaven and could sway the fates to favor whichever team tickled your fancy, there was nothing really crippling about it.

“We cannot delay in collecting the demon, first man. Whatever he is, he is our greatest chance of basking in his divine light and finally receiving answers, this is pivotal.”

Adam waved his hands. “Yeah, yeah, I get that, but listen, we're not exactly in a hurry, are we? Lute's got the freakazoid under wraps, and its not like anyone's going to take him away or anything.”

Sera shook her head. “There can be no dithering with this.”

Adam groaned. “Fine! Can we at least stop for a refill?” He held up his large cup, who's empty rattling desperately called to be filled by something sugary and carbonated. “I can't function without it.”

Sera sighed. “Very well.”

…

They'd stepped out onto a cloud, and after a short walk, the cloud transitioned into bright, reflective flooring that seemed to be made out finely crafted stone.

Vaggie had sprouted wings from her back, and Charlie had used some of her own magic to create wings and halos for everyone to blend in.

“Oooh, I can fly now! I can stab from above!” Niffty cooed.

“Those wings are non-functional.” Charlie said.

“Likely for the best.” Voldemort muttered.

As they approached the populated streets of heaven, it was surprising how easily they fit in with the residents. Just like in hell, most everyone was anthropomorphic in some sense or the other, and the only things that differentiated them from a hellion were their wings and halos.

“Hello there, good neighbor!” Someone tipped their hat at Voldemort. “Haven't seen you around before.”

“We just died.” Voldemort lied easily.

“Golly, you sure chose some peculiar bodies.” He said, eyes jumping from him, Hortense and Niffty.

“Golly, you sure chose a bad time to run your mouth.” Hortense spat at him.

The man gasped. “Pardon?”

“Ehhhh, good day sir!” Charlie laughed it off. “Just some recently deceased humor!”

The man still looked perplexed as they left him behind. As people continued to mill about and give them strange looks, Charlie became nervous.

“How are we going to find Harry?”

“I've got it.” Loona said, pointing to her nose, “Once I lock into his scent, it'll be easy.”

“It won't be easy.” Vaggie said. “Wherever Harry is, Adam and Lute are likely there as well.”

“We'll handle it.” Charlie said. “We're bringing Harry home, even if we have to fight our way out.”

“Or kill.” Niffty added ominously.

They walked aimlessly for a few minutes more, worry beginning to bubble as their cluelessness led to random people offering to help, increasing the risk of them being discovered. 

Suddenly, Loona's nose twitched. The hellhound's eyes widened as she turned her whole body off to one direction, head leaning forward. “I got it.” She declared before stalking off.

The others followed, their pace quickening 

As they tried not to turn their brisk march into a run. 

They soon left the populated areas of heaven, ending up in an abandoned corridor where the floors turned into weather cobblestone and the buildings looked a bit more dilapidated and beaten.

Vaggie's eyes lit up in recognition. “I know this place… of course they'd bring him here! I know exactly where he is!” Vaggie picked up the pace, and with everyone following her, she pushed through a door in one of the buildings and led them down a narrow hallway.

They passed by a vending machine, and then immediately began hearing strange sounds coming from a nearby door.

Muffled as they were, the adults were all able to quickly identify the sounds. Voldemort's hands jumped to cover Hortense's ears.

“Hey! What gives?” The girl asked, trying to free herself from her mentor.

“We'll stand guard here, you can proceed.” Voldemort said as he dragged the young girl back towards the vending machine.

The others pushed on. The closer they got, the more distinct the sounds were, and it became impossible to mistake them for anything else.

“Oooh, I wanna see!” Niffty couldn't hold herself back any longer, she sprinted to the door, leaping onto the knob and using the full weight of her body to turn it.

As she hung from the doorknob, the door swung open, and the others were treated to quite a sight.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, followed by pure relief as he saw them by the door. He smiled even as below him, a very lewd scene was playing out.

Emily was lying on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling as she lay in a small pool of semen. The pool was small only because there was just so much coating her slim body, from her hair down to her face, her perky breasts all the way down to her legs, she was drenched in it. The prominent bump on her stomach, which was jiggling slightly, was proof of just how much she'd taken inside as well.

Meanwhile, looking extremely disheveled and drooling from her mouth, Lute was on her knees, absently rocking the first three inches of his cock back and forth into her cunt as her cum-seared face told the whole story.

Before anyone could stop her, Niffty ran over to Emily and hopped on her cum-filled belly. The semi-conscious angel let out a huff as a small wave of cum blurted out of her pussy. Niffty giggled as she scrambled to lick it up.

Charlie was extremely red-faced as she approached Harry with Vaggie and Loona. She snapped her fingers, and Harry's bonds were broken. He gasped in relief as he dropped down to the floor. Lute moaned as his cock lurched deeper into her pussy before slipping out as Harry backed away.

“Thank you for saving me-ufff!” Harry laughed as Loona leapt onto his arms, uncaring that he was nude and sweaty.

“I missed you!” She howled as she buried her snout onto his neck. She was soon joined by Niffty, who had left Emily behind to wrap her arms around his leg. 

“MINE!” She screeched.

“I missed you too Nif-OOW!” Harry yelped as she sank her teeth into his leg.

Charlie cleared her throat. She refused to make eye contact with Harry, keeping her hands clasped behind her back. 

“Charlie! I can't thank you enough, all of you guys!” Harry said, sharing a nod and a smile with Vaggie.

“Yeah, well… all to help out a f-friend.” Charlie said.

Vaggie rolled her eyes. “We can say our thank yous and all that later, right now, we need to get a move on.”

Harry, who was now cradling Loona bridal style, nodded. “Yeah, Adam went somewhere with this really tall lady, and I would not want to face her again.”

Vaggie's eyes went wide. “Sera.” She glanced over to the fallen Emily. “And you just did that to the second ranking seraphim in all of heaven. We really do need to get out of here. And you need some clothes.”

Harry laughed nervously as he let a protesting Loona down. “Yeah, actually, now that I'm free I can do this.” He snapped his fingers, covering his body up in plain black robes.

“Lets go!” 

They ran out of the room, leaving the two fucked-silly angels behind as they did, with Vaggie slamming the door shut behind her.

“Voldemort?” Harry exclaimed in surprise as his former enemy made a face at his arrival, hand going to squeeze his nose shut before he remembered he didn't have one. 

“What's that smell?” Hortense asked. “Did they torture you?” 

“Err…” 

“You have no shame, Potter.” Voldemort sneered. “Hortense, let us leave.”

The girl nodded, pulling out the piece of chalk and drawing up a door in front of them.

Just as she finished the door, they heard footsteps approaching.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” Adam yelled as he threw his cup down onto the floor and began to run towards them.

Harry saw Sera's eyes widen, and he saw her body begin to shift as a third eye formed over her halo. He knew nothing good could come of this.

He used his magic to push everyone through the door in a rush, jumping in himself just in the nick of time. The door snapped shut behind him just as an ungodly fury could be heard on the other side. 

The door disappeared in a whisper, and the group found themselves safely back at Hogwarts.

“Phew, that was close.” Harry said as he dusted himself off. He turned to look at the others. He saw his grandsons out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have time to give it thought before he felt someone slam into his chest.

It was too tall to be Niffty. Too slim to be Loona.

He looked down to meet Charlie's expressive red eyes, her cute fangs poking out of her mouth as she looked breathless, her hair a windswept mess.

Harry opened his mouth to voice a question. He had no clue what question it was supposed to be, because before he could even formulate it, Charlie's lips clashed against his.

…

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Where the fuck was Lute?!” Adam stomped on the floor, his growing tantrum snuffed out from one look at Sera.

The seraphim looked calm, extremely so, and it was terrifying.

“Adam, you will heed my words. We must locate this demon, at once, and I do not care if we must tear apart hell itself to do so.”

Adam grinned. “Now you're talkin’ my language.”