I felt a sickening thud in my stomach as I realized that there was no hope. I couldn't talk my way out of this. Maybe Lucy could do some kind of whammy on Mom's mind, but then she'd be someone other than the woman I'd grown to love in more ways than one. I couldn't bear to have something like that happen to her, even if it meant we could never share moments like the one we'd shared in her bedroom. I could feel that Mom had heard the thoughts I'd just been thinking. I sensed comforting yet still upset vibes coming from Mom's direction.
"I guess we better have a meeting with your new 'friends', Tomas." Her mouth was now free of my member, and I imagined it wasn't going there again anytime soon.
"Well, I don't know if 'friends' is really the right term, Mom. So Lucy, what do we have to do now?"
"Dearest, you just do what I did to you. First grab onto your mother's shoulder's, like I did."
"Mom, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"
"I'm not sure, honey, but I don't see as how we have any choice. We're in some deep shit, son, and while you may have started it, I did my fair share, and I never stepped in to stop you when I could've. Go ahead."
I knew she was shaken, because she never swore, at least when not being pounded by her son. I wearily rested my palms on her shoulders and stared deeply into her baby blues.
"Dearest, what you should do, is feel her soul, deep inside her. Reach out to her mind and body for the warm core." I did as she said, and suddenly I could connect with something warm and pulsing that was beyond the thoughts and feelings I had been in touch with before. "Now reach out to it and pull on it, really hard." I didn't really know what she meant, but I humored her, and tried to do what she said, and suddenly I felt it.
White hot burning sensations flowed through my body as they had before, and I heard Mom begin to scream like I was tearing her spine out through her back. I hoped I was doing it right, as I felt the energy flow out of my body. Her body began to transform, as reddish scales covered her body, horns emerged, and her tail and wings grew. I guessed it must be working as I collapsed into her bosom, no longer fully able to hold myself up. My natural form returned as I could no longer maintain a human disguise. Everything went black.
I woke up, looking up at Mom and Mary in demonic form. They seemed a little worried but glad to see me. They helped me to sit up, and I saw that Lucy was sitting in a chair across the room. She was covered head to toe in tight leather. We were in Lucy's realm, in what appeared to be a bedchamber carved out of the rock. I was lying in a bed that I just barely fit into.
"I was wondering when we were going to see you again, dearest," said Lucy, "sorry you didn't make it through the transportation ritual. I taught your mother how to do it. She can instruct you later. I have to say, spending the past couple of hours with her has led me to some realizations. She loves you very much, and she isn't going to stand for me not telling the truth to you, and I imagine that it hasn't been a picnic for you either."
"I don't like lying, that's something I got from my mother's side. I hoped vainly that I could manipulate you with sex and the realization that you had no choice, but I didn't count on your mother or really anything that's happened so far. You should have had no problem awakening your mother and coming back. Your power should be far greater than it is by this point." She sighed, looked down and put her hand on her face. She looked back up and continued. "You are the first man to reach maturity in my family line since I was banned from your world. There's just so much to explain and I don't know where to start. I've been waiting for this a long time, since it was prophesied centuries ago, right after father died and everything went wrong."
"I'm sorry that it's so hard to talk about all this, but it's complicated. So much violence and emotional trauma happened when he died, not even mentioning what happened before when mother died and he married that awful woman. It's painful to talk about, and a lot I'm not sure of, because in the chaos of the struggle, I didn't see or know a lot of what happened. Mostly I was able to piece together rough guesses based on what refugees told me."
"My brother laid waste to the other families on my side one by one, using his power to sterilize then lay siege to each family's stronghold in turn. He was a strong leader and got his whole side of the family to rally behind him. My mother's children were too independent-minded to band together until it was too late. And our lands were too spread out for us to really effectively band together. If we came to the aid of one family, he'd use a smaller part of his force to hit one of the less-protected strongholds. Those who managed to survive from each family moved on from place to place, until finally I had the only place left."
"It was cold comfort that this place survived. I never liked it, but father always did love me best, which is why he gave me stepmother's castle when one of my brothers murdered her. He never really understood how much we hated her and her children, or how much they hated us. How could we not? He killed our mother because he fell in love with their mother."
"She was a vicious and cruel woman, a serial killer on Earth, and we could see every day how she influenced her children, and our father, farther into darkness. Sure, he defied God and was full of arrogance and wrath, and killed and ordered the death of many angels, but he really just believed he was right when he wasn't and was willing to fight for it. When he was cast out, God still trusted him enough to give him control of this domain. If the father I knew was a bad man, then I can count the good ones on one hand. He administered the realm fairly, and he never took joy in causing pain to even the most evil, because he was an angel, and that's what they do."
"But every day he had to deal with the worst of the worst, and some of them seemed to enjoy their crimes. He watched them on Earth and Hell, and at first it may have only been an academic fascination, but it blossomed into obsession. It started to really go bad when he first saw stepmother. He watched her before she started killing people, as she lovingly mutilated and dissected house pets and small livestock. When he saw her kill a young virgin the first time, he snapped. He visited her often, and was seduced by her. He even visited her after her conviction at nights in her tiny cell. When she passed into our realm, that was the end of my mother."
"He never hurt us, in fact, when she came other morals became lax. Primarily that we started sleeping around within the family. My father is the only one that you haven't surpassed in pleasing me. But we had centuries of practice, and I'm sure you'll catch up soon."