Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.
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Ira's tongue felt heavy. His nerves on edge. A chill of fear ran down his spine as those gold eyes fell on him. Something in the back of his mind screamed at him:
Run
! Yet to where? Where in the world could he run to and not still feel that man's presence. However, no matter how much he wanted to flee it seemed like his body was so in fear that it would not yield that spot. His hands pulled at the fabric of his jeans trying to get his fear stricken muscles to move. Cold sweat beaded along his brow as the man flashed him a warm smile. Although, underneath it, Ira could feel the power emanating off his body.
"I understand why you feel like that Ira," God said warmly, placing his hands behind his back. The snap of his fingers caused all of creation to shudder. "There, that should allow your demon side not to cower in my presence." Humming as he casually walked over to the edge of the carter. An amused smirk graced his lips at his daughter's handiwork.
"W-w-who are you?" Ira asked, knowing even if he tried to flee it wouldn't be too much trouble for the man before him to destroy him if he so chose.
"Yahweh," God said matter-of-fact. "You know me as God, Allah," he said, rolling his hand at the numerous names that man had given him throughout the ages. "Or better known as your great grandfather," a sparkle formed in his right eye as he glanced at Ira.
"O-okay." Ira's mind couldn't function, it seemed to have shut down at what he just heard. Ira wasn't a fool. He knew if his grandmother existed then God had to, too. He just never thought God would actually show himself or for that matter actually take an interest in him. There were so many much better and more important things to worry about than li'l ol' him.
"You shouldn't think about yourself like that Ira. It's not healthy," God said in a concerned fatherly voice, taking some pleasure from Ira's shocked look. "We are inside your head Ira. It isn't hard to know what's on your mind. Did you believe we were actually here?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"So I'm dreaming?" Ira asked, looking down at his hands. Wondering why it felt so real if it was all in his head.
"Yes."
"W-what do you want of me? Are you here to kill me?" Ira asked, it felt like a swarm of butterflies was in his stomach only wishing to burst out of his chest and fly far, far... far away from the deity before him.
"Ira, I have angels for that," God said coldly. "Angels that are extremely good at killing Nephilim. Although you might give them pause, but even you would fall in time," he said, not beating around the bush.
"Then why?"
"Thought I already said Ira. To chat," God said, his smile radiating the light of Heaven as he gazed at his great grandson. "Come. Walk with me Ira," he said, gesturing for Ira to join his side.
"S-sure, this isn't weird at all," Ira muttered. Suddenly he felt the air around him vibrating as God burst out laughing.
"You should have seen Paul or James when they first saw an angel. Peed their pants!" God bellowed out, slapping Ira's left shoulder as God clutched his stomach in his laughter. "I mean the things they said just seeing an angel, their minds would explode seeing the more busty ones," he said, nudging Ira with his elbow. "You know what I mean, don't you Ira?" Flashing Ira a knowing smile. "I mean you are face deep in Lucifer's and now Raphaela's huge..." Using his hands to depict their size.
"Have you always been this perverted?" Ira asked, his cheeks heating knowing God must have watched them fucking.
"Don't get judgy on me Ira, you are breaking a sin I commanded never to commit," God said, his eyes glancing over at Ira. "Having relations with your family is a sin Ira. But... I'm not here for that," Ira thought it best not to argue with God. His mirth rolled off him as they continued on whatever path they were on.
To where? Ira couldn't say, he honestly couldn't say where they were to begin with let alone trying to describe what he was seeing. No mortal or newly awakened eternal could ever hope to describe what he or she was seeing. Nothing in his life gave him a reference to even try.
"So... you wanted to talk... to me. What about?"
"You'll see." Was the only thing God said as he constantly wore a smile on his face as they wandered. His strong hand fell on Ira's shoulder stopping his advance. Any further and Ira would have crossed into Heaven. Something that could never happen given what Ira was. "And gaze your eyes upon Heaven, or as close as one such as yourself can get to it," God said, gently squeezing Ira's shoulder. Zoomed in windows popped up before them showing all the lustful, busty, curvy, erotic angels of all orders as they flew around Heaven in their daily tasks.
"Holy..." Ira's hands flew to his mouth to stop himself from cursing in front of God.
"I know, they're such yummy daughters..." Clearing his throat, brushing off the make believe lint on his robe. "As I was saying, this is why I have brought you here Ira," God said, gesturing to the windows, his eyes studying Ira as he studied the angels. Watching his grandson's eyes as they followed the bounce, the sway of his daughter's breasts that were on the screen. "Breast man, huh? Nothing wrong with that," chuckling softly when Ira's cheeks heated.
"So... umm... God, why bring me here?" Ira asked, feeling extremely nervous and weirded out at actually speaking with a deity.
"To offer you a choice Ira," God said, as he watched the backside of one angel as she flew towards the tallest spire.
"What kind of choice?"
"I shall call off my hounds, so to speak, and you have to fill in for me with a few of my more needy daughters," God said, a mischievous grin spread across his face as he gazed at Ira.
Ira was at a loss. On one hand, Heaven wouldn't be out trying to kill him any longer, which was good, the constant looking over his shoulder for when his aunts made their move was tiring. On the other hand, just how many was he going to have to deal with.
"Oh, 4 tops, starting off, can't have you overwhelmed too early. You are still in school. I did tell you Ira we are inside your head," God stated not hiding his mirth at Ira's unnerved look. "It wouldn't do if your learning was hindered."
"So you'll call off your archangels and everyone else that wants my head?"
"Yes. You're not a bad kid Ira, yet that doesn't mean you still won't be watched," God said plainly.
