This is part 8 of my Ascension of Azaron series, the plot of which is heavily reliant on events in the previous chapters. I encourage you to read those for context before jumping into this story, unless that's your thing, in which case welcome.
Part 8: Prophecy
Having provided the coven with his magic, Azaron refocused himself on the siege of Castle Orcus and the final victory over The Dark Lord Aukverin. The siege lasted for months before Azaron grew restless and assaulted the fortress, leading his men over the walls and confronting The King of Hell in a mighty battle that wrecked much of the castle.
Azaron was victorious and there was a day of celebration across the realm now that the war was over. A new order was set into place rapidly and preparations were made to crown Azaron and Polly rulers of Hell. This plan, however, soon ran into an issue.
Azaron was studying the tomes and scrolls at his disposal to find a way out of Hell, and while he found a ritual he could try this could be undone by the gods, who would not be pleased if the King of Hell broke cosmic law and started wandering other planes.
He could not marry Polly, but her rule was validated by his presence and not marrying her would cause discontent with the military. Plus, if he lacked the powers of the king of Hell that would bring down the chances of the ritual working. Azaron spent weeks agonizing over the situation, until a messenger appeared.
"I come from the elemental planes, on behalf of the Prophetess Cosima," the eagle headed woman declared. "I have been instructed to find Azaron and bring you to her."
"For what purpose?" Azaron questioned.
"So that she may reveal your future," she assured, then held her hand out to him.
Azaron was immediately ready to turn her down, he hated having his fortune told. In his mind the future was an open book ready to be written in, and it was best not to let others write it for you.
"Why did she send you?" Polly asked.
"The Prophetess doesn't offer her services to anyone. She has news that may change the future of this realm and many more," the woman assured her.
Polly looked to Azaron, who shook his head in agitation. She stepped up to him and put her hands on his chest. "I know this might not seem ideal, but I know Cosima and she wouldn't send someone to us unless she knew something critical, and in your moment of need. Turning down this offer would be most unwise."
"Allowing this woman to write my future before I get to experience it would be unwise," he countered.
"She has already seen it, it's just a matter of you knowing," she pressed.
"My knowing is generally what seals the deal, and how exactly do you know her?"
"I helped her come to power in a dispute with her brother, she told me I would find power beyond my dreams and here I am about to be crowned Queen of Hell." Polly reached up and held his face, "I know this is not something you'd normally do but we are in an extreme circumstance and intervention by the gods is possible. We need any edge we can get, and it is said that Cosima can twist fate. I'm not her best friend or anything but I'd like to consider her an ally and this might be what we need to cement that."
Azaron considered her words. If she was willing to attempt to trust Cosima then perhaps it was worth it to go, and she was also right that they were in need of allies. While the idea still made him very uncomfortable, he was unwilling to let that feeling be the only thing keeping him from otherwise broadening his base of support.
He looked to the messenger, "I will go with you."
...
Azaron created an avatar to contain some of his essence and go to the elemental planes with the messenger as his guide. She said very little, focusing on the task at hand as she brought him through the elemental planes until they finally reached The Tower of Stars.
Azaron ascended the marble stairs as he looked out over the clouds on which the tower stood. At the top was an open room circled by marble pillars. In the center of the floor was a dais and a soft sky-blue chaise couch rested atop it, the only feature of the otherwise sterile room. He lay back on the couch and looked up at the stars. Time and space faded here, as Azaron was lost in the sight of the heavenly body above, and as his eyes gazed across the cosmos, the cosmos gazed back.
From the stars Cosima reached out. Her skin resembled a sunset with tones of orange and lavender accentuated by rose pink and sky blue. Her hair was black as the night sky and the many stars danced across her dress as it flowed into the cosmic abyss above them.
Azaron couldn't tell if they were in the room or lost in the heavens, but that mattered little now.
Cosima smiled sweetly as her gentle hands held his face. "Mighty Azaron," her honeyed voice cooed, "You stand at the crossroads of greatness and destruction, and yet you find opportunity. A war greater than ever before looms over the horizon, and will be a time of despair, but also of hope."
"...Do I act now or hold?" he permitted himself to ask, against his better judgment.
"You must believe in yourself and do what you think is right. You have great power and I see it grow with each passing day. You can be master of the cosmos, but you must remain vigilant and resolute. When you are master of your fate I will join you in your quest."
"Why not join me now?"
"Are you the master of your fate?"
"I always have been."
"Then free yourself from the shackles of doubt and rise to be the man you've always dreamed of."
Azaron rolled his eyes at this.
Cosima smiled softly. "You don't have to believe me, nor do you have to succeed. Despite what you think, I do not dictate the future, simply tell you what is possible."
"I know what is possible." he grumbled.
"Then you must make it so."
He paused at this, letting her words sink in.
"You will do so much, and I will be there with you," she assured him with a soft kiss on his forehead. "Go now and free yourself," as she gave her final exhortation, she let go of him and faded back into the stars above.
Azaron lay alone in silence for a moment and thought back to what she had said. He knew he'd return here someday, but now he had to free himself.
...
He spent a day thinking it over, then decided he would marry Polly and use his new powers to get back to Avalon. He also decided to ask for Persephone's hand in marriage and make himself ruler of the three realms.
Persephone agreed, finding the idea of being sister wives with Mab rather hot and set to work organizing the wedding.
It took only a few days to organize the wedding with Polly, then she and Azaron were wed and crowned King and Queen of Hell before being ceremonially dipped in the blood of the former Dark Lord to absorb his powers. They then set to work getting Azaron out of Hell, which only took a few weeks as Azaron had almost limitless resources at his disposal and powers that far outstripped anything he had dreamed of.
Once he left Hell he reunited with Mab in Avalon. Mab embraced him with tears in her eyes, grateful that he was finally home. Their kisses burned with passion as they embraced each other, then Azaron swept Mab off her feet and carried her to their bedroom, which he had not seen for years.
"Why must everyone take you from me?" she remarked sadly.
"It won't happen again, my darling, I'll make sure of it," he insisted.
Mab saw the determination and fire in his eyes and knew he meant what he said.
They soon entered the bedroom and the moment they had waited years for had finally come. Mab leapt from his arms and landed on her bed, then magically removed her clothes so Azaron could enjoy the sight of her naked form once more.
Azaron drank in the sight of his first wife's perfect naked body with the same awe he had the first time he had seen it. He let out a contented sigh as he gazed upon her "I could drink in the sight of you for eternity."
"I know my love, but I hope you'll enjoy more than just the sight of me," she giggled.
Azaron chuckled and stepped up to her, then placed his finger on her clit. Without any further action magic pulsed through his finger and sent waves of pleasure across Mab's body, bringing her to orgasm in seconds.
Mab lay on the bed, mouth agape, her eyes held lusty horror. Could he really bring her to orgasm with a single touch?
"I learned a lot while I was away," he grinned.
"I... I guess so," she admitted, deeply aroused and fearful of the power he held. She wanted to be touched, but she didn't know if she could handle it, and yet that made it more enticing.
Azaron knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled Mab by her hips until her legs sat on his shoulders. "Relax, my darling. I have to make up for lost time," his words dripped with lust as his tongue reached out to taste her sweet flower.
Mab shuddered and let herself fall victim to his touch and was rewarded as his tongue electrified her body. Even when he had given her the best head she had ever received, it couldn't compare to what she felt now. His tongue moved gracefully in circles around her clit, then darted deep inside her. Every motion zapped her body with pleasure, like waves of mini orgasms coursing out from between her legs. Mab desperately gripped the bedsheets as she tried to hold back another intense orgasm, but it was no use; she soon screamed in pleasure and came hard on his face.
Azaron proudly licked up her juices as he held her steady, stopping the flow of magic from his tongue to let her rest for a moment while he cleaned up.
"If...if you ...you keep doing this...I..." Mab tried desperately to form words as she fought her body for control.
"You'll what, princess?" Azaron teased as he stood.
"I won't let you leave," she smirked.
