I'm The Devil - Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Wives Of The Devil Descending Into The Mortal Plane

Moses and his family approached the outskirts of Egypt, the familiar scent of the desert air filling their lungs. His heart was heavy with anticipation and uncertainty. He could see a lone figure waiting in the distance—Aaron, his brother, whom he had not seen in years.

Aaron, tall and weathered by years of labor and leadership among the Israelites, stepped forward with a warm smile. His eyes glimmered with a mix of relief and emotion. “Welcome home, brother,” Aaron said, his voice thick with genuine affection as he opened his arms wide.

Moses, though still a stranger to Aaron in many ways, found comfort in the embrace. He hesitated for only a moment before reciprocating, wrapping his arms around his brother with a tentative familiarity. The warmth between them spoke of the blood they shared, even if the years had kept them apart.

They pulled away, their hands lingering on each other’s shoulders for a moment. Aaron’s smile widened as he turned to Moses’ family, bowing slightly in respect. “And these must be my brother’s family,” he said, his tone filled with admiration.

Moses nodded, introducing his wife and children. Aaron greeted each of them with kindness, his gestures sincere, as if he was trying to make up for lost time with Moses through them. He led them onward, guiding them toward Goshen, where the Israelites dwelled.

The journey through the arid landscape was filled with quiet reflection, interrupted only by the occasional glance exchanged between Moses and Aaron, silently acknowledging the weight of the mission ahead.

Unbeknownst to them, Lucifer, concealed in the shadows not far behind, watched intently. His sharp eyes narrowed, lips curling into a faint smirk. The fallen angel, ever curious, had decided it was time to step out of the shadows and mingle among the Israelites. He had always found the stories of history’s most prominent figures fascinating—the rise of Buddha, the conquests of Alexander, and now the unfolding saga of Moses.

Lucifer’s curiosity was insatiable, his hunger for experiencing these pivotal moments burning within him. Blending in among the Israelites would give him a front-row seat to watch history unfold. His excitement was palpable as he shifted slightly, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips as he prepared to weave his way into this ancient tale.

As the family disappeared into the camp, Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. “Let the story begin,” he murmured, stepping forward into the growing twilight.

God Plane

“And he said he was going to be back like he never left! Now it’s almost been a day,” Aphrodite grumbled, her voice dripping with irritation as she stepped out of the room, her silk robe flowing behind her. She was still muttering under her breath when she suddenly came face-to-face with Amaterasu, who stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and suspicion.

A brief silence hung between them, before Amaterasu’s eyes narrowed into a glare as she swept past Aphrodite. Her steps were quick, sharp, and deliberate, the faintest trace of annoyance in the way her robes rustled against the floor.

“Where in the seven hells is Lucifer?” Amaterasu demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. She turned back, crossing her arms tightly, her golden eyes flashing with frustration. “I thought he was back! So where is he now? Or was it just one of your tricks?” Her glare was fierce, the accusation hanging in the air.

Aphrodite, who had turned her back to Amaterasu, stopped. Slowly, deliberately, she spun around to face her, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, as though relishing the opportunity to toy with Amaterasu’s temper.

“Oh, he was indeed here,” Aphrodite purred, her voice soft and teasing, laced with a sensuality that only made Amaterasu’s frustration deepen. She raised a perfectly arched brow and took a slow step toward her, each movement fluid and calculated. “In fact, we engaged in some rather… delightful activities,” she added, her tone dripping with suggestive implication.

Amaterasu’s eyes widened in shock, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as her mouth opened, but no words came out. Aphrodite leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “It was a wonderful feeling after so long… We did *quite* a few naughty things. If you think I’m lying, you can ask Leto… or perhaps our newest guest, Medusa.”

A deep blush spread across Amaterasu’s face, her expression shifting from surprise to pure mortification. Her hands flew up to cover her ears, as though trying to block out the mental image that Aphrodite was so gleefully painting.

“Sh-shut up!” Amaterasu stammered, her voice cracking as she backed away, shaking her head furiously. “Just shut up, Aphrodite!” She spun around, the embarrassment making her movements frantic, the sharp edge of her regal demeanor dissolving into flustered frustration. “I don’t want to hear any more of your… your nonsense!”

Aphrodite’s smirk only widened, clearly enjoying every second of Amaterasu’s discomfort. She let out a soft, melodic laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, darling, you’re too easy to fluster,” she teased, watching as Amaterasu hurriedly tried to escape the conversation. “But I must say, the blush suits you.”

Amaterasu groaned in exasperation, her face burning as she stormed down the corridor, refusing to look back. Her quick, clipped steps echoed through the hall, and she muttered under her breath, “Of all the gods… why did it have to be *her*?”

Aphrodite watched her go, a satisfied smile still playing on her lips. She gave a small, triumphant sigh and turned on her heel, gliding back into the room with an air of contentment, as though she had just won some private little victory.

The following day, all of Lucifer’s wives gathered in a grand chamber adorned with celestial beauty, but a palpable tension hung in the air. The absence of their husband was like a weight pressing down on each of them, and their eyes turned, almost in unison, toward Aphrodite, the last one to have been with him.

Bast, with her lithe frame and feline grace, was the first to speak, her voice low yet firm, carrying the weight of her curiosity. Her golden eyes, sharp as always, narrowed slightly. “Where is Lucifer, Aphrodite? Where did he say he was going?”

Aphrodite leaned back casually in her seat, her hands splayed open in a display of exasperation. “How should I know?” she retorted, her voice light but laced with a hint of frustration. Her eyes rolled dramatically as she recalled the events. “All I remember is that we were… *cozy*,” she drawled, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Then, out of nowhere, he said he had to check on something and just *poof*—disappeared. Didn’t come back. So, here we are.” Her hands fell to her sides, palms up, as if the matter was out of her control.

Hestia, who had remained silent, seated with her hands delicately folded in her lap, suddenly spoke. Her voice was calm but filled with a quiet authority. “We should go check the mortal plane.” She paused, her brows knitting together in thought as she reflected on a disturbance she’d felt. “I sensed some energy from there yesterday, something… unusual. And from what Aphrodite said, I believe that’s where he went. It’s our best lead.”

The others exchanged glances, and a ripple of agreement passed through the room, but it was Amaterasu who stood first, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Then the mortal plane it is,” she declared, her tone decisive. Without waiting for further discussion, she turned swiftly, her long, flowing robes trailing behind her as she made her way to the portal. Her figure, radiant with divine power, disappeared in a flash of light as she transported herself to the mortal realm.

Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a smirk as she watched Amaterasu vanish. “That cunning bitch,” she muttered under her breath, though there was no real malice in her tone—just a hint of playful rivalry. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she rose to her feet, her movements as fluid as water, and with a shimmer of ethereal light, she, too, joined the fray.