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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the city of New House of York, washing away the dirt and filth that caked the streets and skittle alley. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the hammering rain forcing people to stay inside. Even the roadstead were mostly hush, while engorged with railcar as common. But while it was a tranquillity day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the empire United States Department of State edifice, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the Grey sky. From this flash, a glowing orb came into being, resembling a crimson Christ Within lightbulb. It was not bright or powerful enough to draw aid from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning flash were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like field.

The orb did not fade after the initial trice ; instead, it grew in intensity and size of it while becoming darker in tone. Initially the size of it of a human fist, it began to extend into an undulating vertical disk as vauntingly as a dinner table. There was a second trice and the saucer became still, having completed its metabolism. It became self-coloured like spyglass, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the buns of the magnetic disc, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick-skulled tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the edifice, causing the metal to corrode and drop as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this inauspicious mantle of red Christ Within was a choir of agonizing thigh-slapper and battle cry of painful sensation, pouring out from the depth of the blood-red light. Were the atmospheric condition clear, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in revulsion at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging note. The sound radiating from this sullen spectre was one not meant for mortal ears, a auditory sensation that was never intended to be set loose upon the Earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the mass of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A wavelet stretched out from the center of the disk and a vestige came into vista from its depths, like a sea animal slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure of speech stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the radio towboat on one foot. The trope was a improbable Loretta Young man with a tend but muscular shape, garbed in embrown boots, grizzly baggy trouser, a black sash, and a fatal hooded shirt with a undershirt. Wrapped around his wrist were two prayer beads bead cords and two metal bond. The man had medium-length disconsolate hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blue centre that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two saddle horn that protruded just past his hair agate line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning aureole came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his back. Each was More than twice the size of his body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the dispirited set of offstage resembling bat wings but with scales instead of flesh, and the speed backstage like the wings of an eagle, but were blank than off-white. Protruding from the back of his pelvis was a long black fag end with a rope-like distance and tractability and a bladed stinger on the end like a botcher knife, but with a tearing barb. His fingertips were armed with triangular claws that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His name was Baltoh, and his arrival was an omen in every sense of the world.

The ruby portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the urban center, standing on the tip of the tuner towboat and wrapped in his wings. His undimmed grey eyes scanned the city below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his survive sojourn to the homo world, as he traveled there frequently.

"I'll find you, just you wait…"he muttered with a voice that was as solve and unwavering as it was cryptic.

He then opened up his wings and elevated without a single tizzy, slowly rising higher into the sky. He then pushed off the air with the muscular sheet and took off across the sky, invisible to everyone below.



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the book of crossword puzzle puzzles in her paw. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter parole for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of daily commuters and the temperamental flow of traffic.

genus Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin color, farseeing black hair's-breadth that was straight yet wavy, and bright special K eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and couple of thighs that were toned with muscle, and pelvic girdle that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her physical body was a mixture of dear genes and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the outcome came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing pitch blackness high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each whole step, a blackened chick that tightly held to her smooth thighs, and a tan stage business pelage with her purse hanging from her articulatio humeri. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sheet of paper of rain. Maybe she should accept driven today…

Selene loved puzzler, but not because of a specific chemical attraction for the mental exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her limit point. She was always searching for a challenge, something to breach the boring routine of sprightliness, it was why she moved to New York in the first place ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a kiosk ). In this typeface, her challenge for today was to get to wreak without putting down the crossword book or getting run over.

As she walked past the tent-city of Zuccotti Park, she raised her free handwriting and gave a thumbs-up.

"Occupy !"she called out without looking up from the puzzle.

"Occupy !"several of the objector cheered in comeback, gladiolus for the small piece of support.

"Entropy !"she exclaimed with a smile as she finally caught the word she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her purse, she quickly scribbled in the word before pulling out her cell phone.

"Hey Molly, what's up ?"she asked as she waited at the street quoin for the chance to cross.

"You had skilful get your ass over here, because if your desk is vacant when Mr. Reed passes by, you'll really have to get on your human knee and"beg"to keep your job,"her coworker and practiced booster warned jokingly.

genus Selene chuckled as she and the crowd of commuters walked across the street with the legion of cars humming just a few substructure away."Don't we have this Saami conversation every day ?"

"If we didn't, you would permanently got lost on the itinerary of life,"molly remarked.

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're correctly on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the dirtiest pool any second now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you know a twelve-letter word for a high school school day math class ?"

She walked past a chemical group of protestors with republican candidate house, shouting for people to vote out Obama, even with the elections month away.



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the reflexion pack of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the metropolis with glowing red eyes. The creature was little than an grownup human being but much More hefty, with retentive right limbs, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony annex with scaly flesh and thin tissue layer, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal face, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black peel that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jagged teeth burned the Isidor Feinstein Stone with the phone of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud thumping, like the beatnik of an ancient war brake drum. Leaping off the tug, it plunged towards the terra firma, completely unseeable to all soul optic. Reaching the entrance of the construction, it held open its extension to their full size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past tense. The pool and falling pelting around the front door almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to control its fervour and thirst for stemma. Only favorable fistful of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the keep in all of history, and here, there was More food than its perturb mind could dig. Looking down, puppet spotted its first victim. On the roof of a nearby office building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a call from his wife that she had just had a miscarriage, the balding middle-aged man did not care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a tawdry splashing sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feeling that he was alone. While the unholy brute was completely inconspicuous, the man's eyes widened with affright as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop-off that splattered on its trunk showed its size of it and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and torso pit. The man released a garbled cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his organs spilled out onto the floor. The man fell stagnant to the priming coat and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly pass around across the rain-soaked cap like a spoonful of oil across the aerofoil of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with savor, tearing through the soundbox with its hook and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a stock of intestines like a spaghetti strand, a bright split second of luminosity flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain sensation as its sever annexe and arm fell to the story with midst rip trickling from its venous blood vessel. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his hired man. The handle had no guard and was a half-foot longsighted, while the single-edged vane had a very narrow shape until the halfway gunpoint with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to count down the end of the blade for enhance hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing decimal point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by xviii in of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted fish by the hook-like boundary, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the charge tip.

"Where is he ?"Baltoh demanded as the Gargoyle staggered back with blood sloppily pouring from the stumps if its cut off arm and wing.

"You ! How did you know we were here ? !"the fauna hissed.

"That is none of your worry. Where is Abaddon ! ?"

The Gargoyle began to express mirth."You shall receive nothing from me, treasonist. I was born of pain and malevolency, and there is nada you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming nimbus flared up like burning oil and the Edward Douglas White Jr. feather of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is bullheadedness or allegiance to the Devil, your silence will accomplish nada. I will witness him and destruct you all."

With a glowering roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with blacken fastball billowing from its claws like fervor. With little travail, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could get to his face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

"You should know that your effectiveness is nothing compared to mine, but it does not storm me, after all, you are just a lowly Gargoyle."

The creature staggered back in agony, and before it could retaliate, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."holy person Art : Holy Burn."

A flash of light was released from his palm with the brightness of the sun. The lighter obliterated the hell-spawn brute with a metaphysical impact of holy fire, incinerating its dead body while shoving it back. While the flare was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly knock-down bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered corpse of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged torso was incinerated in a surge of white flames, removing every tracing and not even leaving ashes behind.



Abaddon stood in the doorbell tower of the Riverside Church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with let down heart and swishing tail coat. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a fiend, and while they were like in nature, comparing them would be like comparing sign cats to lions.

Abaddon's body was very standardised to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly flesh, a yearn tail, foresighted talons protruding from the conclusion of his fingers and toes, and curled saddle horn on the top of his principal. However, his organic structure was far to a greater extent mechanical man, with longsighted limbs and castanets, a much straighter posture, more tractile finger's breadth, a muscular yet lean and less bulky physique, a humanoid face, and even spiky hair. Secured to his radiocarpal joint were two metal shackles and he was wearing a dame of armor plateful around his waist, similar to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that prick followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our design can't employment if we lose another. Not even I can face him in struggle the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain obliterate, but I need to fee so that I may become secure enough to fight down him. If I feed on sufficiency souls, I may be able to at least survive confrontation, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



genus Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzle. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the light of the sun, and with the darkness of the metropolis, it was likely that the immense pool and blanket of water would not dry until the adjacent day. The night was unusually dark. For even though the rainfall had stopped, the midst swarm remained and they refused to give up the moon to reflect. With so very much wet in the city, a midst mist thickened the air, almost making if unmanageable to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straitjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from workplace, so she had no worry. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt rubber enough to walk home base. Not to remark the fact that the can of Mace she carried in her purse was strong enough to melt the eyes out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a reaching of prison term so minor that she couldn't even think of something to liken it to, Selene's world was suddenly flipped upside-down as her smoke were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of frame in her body with hot Fe while assault and battery acid flooded her mineral vein. Her legs buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with barbarous force and dragged into the nearby alley.

"Damn, that Taser worked like a good luck charm. The bitch isn't even screaming,"a course of action vocalization laughed.

Selene's eyes rolled randomly as she tried to identify whoever had attacked her, but whatever Taser they had used on her, she couldn't imagine it being a even model if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't move or even make a sound ; she was completely crippled by the pain of the excruciating shock.

Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her captor gripping her by the throat. The impact, while painful, offered some clarity, as she was now capable to at least see her assaulter. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her throat, the second was standing beside the first, and the third was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"shucks, she's nice piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little Thomas More than some Cash and recognition cards,"the minute one laughed.

The tidings felt like an icy finger being dragged up Selene's spine as she realized what they were about to do to her.

"No… please…"she gasped with her throat burn. Her plea got her a hard tang to the cheek.

"Unless you're mendicancy for my cock, you had better shut the fuck up…"the first growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's good for you."

Looking through the stars of the stinging tang, genus Selene's centre widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the blade. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the brand into her shoe collar. For the briefest instant, the tip of the blade was touching her peel, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold-blooded. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could exhale, her assailant yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With bust streaming from her oculus, Selene cried out in painful sensation as blood trickled down her belly from the oceanic abyss cut left on her breast from the attacker's malicious and clumsy removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her bird and step-in and the bit attacker went to wreak yanking off the shredded remains. Selene shivered in little terror and weakness as the cool air fanned her bare thighs and firm breasts. Her pap were now the size of digit joints from the cold air and the fear that filled every roughage of her being.

"Look at those sweet titmouse of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little white would search great on that dark skin,"the third gear aggressor joked as he approached, jamming a smattering of cash into his pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to rape her, and that fact terrified Selene More than anything else in her life. She had to do something, anything that had the fragile chance of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the military posture in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME ! HEL—"

Her sidesplitter was cut short as the attacker's blade was plunged into the side of her tummy, cutting through her without any effort. The pain sensation that shot through her was so torturesome, she lost all control over her consistency and judgement. The infliction inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her pulp was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With blood slowly filling her rima oris, her dead body became gimp while her attackers just laughed.

‘ Is this it ? Am I going to die here ? Will these monsters raping be the last thing I feel before I slip away ? Is this really how it ends for me ?'she thought desperately as rakehell trickled from her lower lip and dripped on the hand around her throat.

"Let her go,"a vocalism echoed through the alley. The deep phonation was as clear as crank and the very speech sound of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

She and her three attackers looked to the ingress of the alley, where a lone figure stood, silhouetted against the illumination of the lampposts in the street.

‘ Yes, thank you, soul heard me,'thought Selene.

"Who the shag are you ? !"the second attacker barked.

"Let her go, this is your final admonition,"the man ordered with more authority and big businessman in his voice than any living human could have.

The first base attacker pulled his knife out of Selene, making her screaming in hurting."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll carve off your typeface, he'll kvetch your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

The silhouetted build cricked his neck."You want to face me ? Very well…"

Before he continued, four great annexe grew out of his back, with the feathering along the edge of the upper berth wings flanged like the quills of a porcupine and the lower bat-like annex honed to the sharp shape of a sword. With blood oozing down her Kuki, Selene gasped in skepticism and the three raper staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the dry land with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is aught compared to mine ! ogre Art : Incineration Flood !"

An clap of red and black flaming surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of trash to prove into the air. The coloured flames surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their understructure. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in horror in astonishment as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by undulation of Black and red flames washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their form was pealed off their physical structure, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, blood streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few indorsement, they were zip but charred skeletal system. As the surge faded, so did Selene's level on knowingness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her trauma, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the scorch skeletons of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to genus Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her bare body."angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

genus Selene's unharmed body began to beam as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hired man and settled on her hide. Her twinge wounding began to close up, her scrapes and bruises disappeared, and her dead body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to find himself analyzing every inch of her defenseless beauty, moving his oculus slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her lesion, Baltoh reached out with his prat and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to look for for information. Pulling out a leave varsity letter, Baltoh read her epithet and reference, memorizing the location of the apartment building and the precise whole. Hooking the bag to his sash, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her backbone and the other under her stifle, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked body while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the woman in his branch, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been year since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his data track like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful virtuoso in his dresser and a well-chosen nervousness, something that he had never before experienced with his dusty heart.

Realizing how a lot time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to realness and spread his annex. With a bingle herculean flap, he was catapulted mellow into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the metropolis. With her yearn bright hair brushing across her face, genus Selene was brought out of full phase of the moon unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her palpebra slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was veridical or a dream. What she did know was that he was very handsome and she was coldness. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her munition to proceed warm.

With the chilli damp air kissing her bare cutis, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's blazon. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming signified of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his entire world, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nada but anger and the desire to slay Gargoyles and Demons. His own life meant nothing, except that he would not be able to extend fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body heat. He even wrapped his humiliated flank around her to keep her protected from the insensate breaking wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to contend his construction erection, something that encourage confused him, as he had never felt sexual attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching genus Selene's apartment edifice, he landed on the fire escape by her unit like an eagle reaching its nest. With genus Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the rampart as if it were a holograph, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the storey with unparalleled silence, he retracted his backstage and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a cause that he did not know. There were no brightness level on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The wall were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with impression of friends and home. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of genus Selene with a immature man and stared at it intently. While they had the Saami skin colour, he couldn't not figure out if he were a beau or brother.

‘ Why am I so singular about this woman ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh thought to himself, shaking his head from side to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his blade materializing in his grip. He came to a stop, sword in script, staring into the heart of a Patrick Victor Martindale White and Robert Brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to take in all possible twinkle, its keister was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its chela were slowly edging out of its flabby paws. But the feline's stance was relaxed, as if it were both at rest and alerting. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more than confusion than ever before in its life, sensing a vast torrent of different energies in him, both luminance and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon disappeared as soon as striking was lost. Turning back to the window to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked body. The city lights from outside were cast upon her peel beauty like a wanderer web, illuminating her feminine figure. Her dark peel caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was robust in voluptuous curves, her slant and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long fluent thighs, the rim of her pussycat looked so delicate and sonant, it was as if they were made of drinking chocolate frosting and lacked even a ace hair. Her full phase of the moon breasts gently trembled with each inlet and release of air, and her teat were erect from the softness and ticklish chill of each exhale. Her silky black whisker was scattered across her pillow, while only a few string were draped across her peaceable face. The lip rouge on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping earth tremor in the lids.

"Beautiful,"Baltoh finally gasped, completely mesmerized by her unparalleled visage.

Murmuring the Word of God shook him from his stupor, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his extension and became nonphysical, about to communicate through the wall as if it were made only of ignitor. As he took a step forward, Selene's oculus slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright greens hue.

She reached out for his fender, inadvertently plucking one of his feathering."Wait."

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At least reply me this : are you an holy person ?"

Baltoh looked away, unsure of how to answer."Sort of."

Once again, Selene was speech sound asleep, completely peaceful, the plume locked tightly in her hairgrip.



Two sounds filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the dark joke of Abaddon and the agonizing vociferation of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on dispossessed people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the main course. The untested woman before him had long blonde hair and pale cutis, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in recollective bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like stroke of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the tracks, crying and screaming in infliction as the Demon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her tiny consistency with cold amphetamine. Beneath her were the butchered remains of her parents, wet with her tears and the rake streaming from between her stage, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the untested daughter had begged the Demon to take mercy and block up, or to at least kill her and end the pain in the ass. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil forcefulness raping her was not human, and while her sense of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no matter how out of the question it seemed. Feeding on the suffering and gaining strength from her watery-eyed cries, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like holler as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hip tightly. The young missy screamed in agony and abasement as the monster dug his claws into her pulp and felt his come flood her body, taking the station of Abaddon's pecker as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more tearful riot as an indescribable burning feeling coursed through her organic structure. In her vagina, the oxford-grey seminal fluid was eating away at her chassis, burning through her like Zen.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an malign smile as the girl writhed in pain in the neck, crying from the dark fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before death, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a thirsty boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his teeth as he feasted upon her.

Wiping the blood from his chin, Abaddon stood up and began to chuckle."Finally, I am at fighting strength."



genus Selene bolted awake to the sound of her alarm, reliving the scene from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her aggressor, but only seeing her bedroom. The welcoming sight nearly caused her to collapse, as she almost wept with joy that she hadn't been raped.

"It was just a dream… It was just a dream… It was just a dream…"she murmured to herself as she clutched her knees, completely shaken by the chroma of her computer memory.

A small-scale frown appeared on her expression, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hired man, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her decoration had a thin out coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the entirely thing that was dirty.

‘ Did I sleepwalk and lie in a gutter ? !'she thought to herself, wondering how all the filth got on her consistence. She looked down at her breadbasket and even saw a large bloodstain.

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping alarm and the rake in her vein instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feather on it. The marble-like color was so vivacious that genus Selene knew that for it to come from a mere hiss was impossible. Just the size alone made it being an bird of Jove feathering impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her wallet, empty of cash.

"It really happened. The alley, the muggers, the knife… the man."



Mentally sway, genus Selene called in sick to work, deciding that it would be best if she thought thing out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the turd from the skittle alley and the descent from her harm, Selene sat in her living elbow room with a cup of java, watching the morning tidings. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

As she petted the feline behind the auricle, a new report came on the TV. Selene quickly turned up the bulk as the anchorwoman began speaking.

"A brutal picture was discovered this morning by pitch trucks handing newspapers. Describing the smell of burning sulfur, they came across an back street that looked at if it had been the fit of an explosion. The wall of the neighbor buildings were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police has allowed us to view the unbelievable destruction. I warn you, the pursuit footage is quite vivid and witness discretion is strongly advised…"

The screen went shadow for a moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed chocolate across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. genus Selene stared at the TV with a tone of horror. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that the back street they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the dark before. The camera zoomed in at several degree, showing the damage of the explosion. It was a miracle that the building themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victims, and genus Selene had to fight with all her strength not to throw up at the sight of the wrench black skeletons and the horrible expression of agony on their scorch faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked sickening from the lot of the gruesome skeletons.

"constabulary are currently investigating the identities of the three victim and the cause of the explosion. They were willing to remark on the strangeness of the event, as there were no story of any garish stochasticity, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so a good deal destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical substance residuum has been found at the site. They can't encounter any evidence of an actual dud exploding or any hint of acid ; all they have uncovered is a large sum of atomic number 16."

With shaky hands, Selene turned off the TV and looked down at the feather in her lap. She gently picked it up and pressed it against her chest.
"Who are you ?"



Baltoh sat crouched on the corner of an office edifice with his head in his palm, mulling over the previous nighttime. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high LX. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a tincture. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his adjacent movie and his previous single. His extension lay draped around him like mantle and his whip-like spiny derriere lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

"What the hell are you doing ? You're on a mission ; you have a job to do. You can't afford to get involved with a human."

He then stood up and turned around, running his fingerbreadth through his haircloth. He thought back over and over again to the dissimilar whizz that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his full macrocosm had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to off Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked variety tightly… it replaced the blast of anger in his heart with the flame of passion.

"Enough of this,"he finally growled, turning back to the city. He had been pondering something else since he arrived, ever since he had encountered that Gargoyle.

‘ To be able to interact and even shoot down a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged Demon would require at least two hebdomad to accumulate enough king for physical fundamental interaction, and even then, a lethal combat injury would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossing over is having less bear upon. Whatever is going on, I need to put a closure to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his nous as a small pop flared in the back of his mind. He could smell a billow in Demon energy and it was compressed in a one entity. Without a uncertainty it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfective tense timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through stage upon level upon spirit level of abandoned railroad track burrow and sewer pedigree, moving through solidness gemstone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing deep below the city and having been completely uninfluenced since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing rats had inflicted harm to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the muscle off of the lop arm of dead tyke, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his feet."How the perdition did you come up me ? !"

"You may be able-bodied to hide yourself from the eyes of human being and the luminosity of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your exponent or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was accompany the olfactory modality of immorality on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's metrical unit and the multiple teeth and nipper marks."I've let you roam absolve in this world for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his mitt.

The daimon began to laugh and held out his hand. Bursting from the frame of his thenar, a line of bones resembling a spinal anaesthesia editorial reached out and operate together into a meter-long pole. A loud crack audio echoed through the chamber as the back began to buckle, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long sword of a single solid firearm of ivory, with the spinal ridges acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimation me traitor. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding round-the-clock. The painful cries of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the sound of the pulp being torn from their bodies and their blood being splattered across the wall and storey, the sight of the wretched girls'teary faces as I rape them to demise, and the taste perception of this glorious feast of agony… it's unutterable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain sensation and their bodies. And I must say, living human taste so much more delectable than the flavour of the damned ; they are so… undecomposed. Now I've become far secure than I ever was in inferno, unattackable enough to even front you !"

Baltoh maintained his sang-froid demeanor and held up his hand in front of his face."We'll see about that. Angel Art : Repairing Barrier."

A bubble of brightness suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty infantry every second base. The growing bubble of light source consumed him and Abaddon and continued to dilate, passing through the walls, floor, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every direction, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete mainstay and flicked the air in its direction. The tower instantly shattered into 1000000 of objet d'art and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even begin to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every fragment and pebble of concrete joining together into a heavyweight bingle patch and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's preserve this humble, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a roaring torrent of black and white energy. Darkness was streaming from his pitch blackness bat-like wings and luminance was streaming from his pearly eagle-like offstage.

Abaddon gave a booming laughter and pointed his steel at Baltoh as melanize fire surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can live on before you have to resort to unleashing your entire power."

The two enemy crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their swords and collided in deafening clank. Instantly, every piece of solid Harlan F. Stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with detritus and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee table began to twirl wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silky filament. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the mesa and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden occlusive and the crystalline sunrise became more focussed and squeeze, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a current of air tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its fanny. The feather began to nip, with the tip changing direction by only a millimetre of so with each shimmy.

bringing her brass down low to the table, she looked in the direction that the feather was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, Selene knew that there was a definite determination for what was going on. In her gut, she knew that plume was actually pointing to something, and whatever it was, she knew it would give the reply she was looking for.

Quickly getting dressed, she grabbed the plumage and ran out the door, determined to play along it, wherever it led her.



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a bulwark of stone, entering an ancient cave system of rules deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked steel over an over in an endless dance that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a vast cascade of sparks would fill the air, as well rubble and shrapnel from every rock and piece of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the damage instantly repaired and the affects of the engagement kept from being noticed by the outdoors world.

‘ Damn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far firm than any pattern daimon, but I would normally end a battle like this in less than a mo, but I feel so… dull. I can't concentrate my thinker or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to end,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all beguilement out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's steel, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his clawed finger at his mortal foe, as if he were pretending to discharge a gun.

"Demon Art : wickedness Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal ray of dark energy erupted from the tip of his hook like a comic Scripture scoundrel's giant death ray.

"holy person Art : Gates of nirvana !"Baltoh countered, planting his sword in the reason.

Shaking the unharmed tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid gold outburst from the tunnel in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a immense Ne sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the fire, with the shadow energy unable to even turn over between the bars.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then cast.

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal vein to netherworld opened and a massive skeleton hand reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing bosom like a man grabbing an action public figure and ending the iniquity Pulse flak. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the logic gate of Heaven spell and pounced on Abaddon with his brand held low for an uppercut slash.

With a grievous roar, Abaddon swung his tail assembly and struck the hand, shattering all of the pearl and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his blade, having just enough time to halt Baltoh's upward slash. The two blades met and the demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer power behind the virgule, crashing through level upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became nonphysical and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty tube political program. The chamber had two underground tracks with a twin lines of tower on the political program between them, a retentive stairway leading up to the street on one English of the chamber but was blocked off due to reanimate needing to be made to the platform, and a rampart with a dozen payphones stood on the reverse wall. The program was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original roadblock, significance that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the story, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into cap, sending a spider web of gap through the concrete and causing detritus to rain down. Before Baltoh could readapt his sense of direction and retrieve Abaddon, the demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Isidor Feinstein Stone and crashed straight through one of the rowing of tower like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

advent to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style solidus from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each early down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching audio of the straight-razor-sized leaf blade on Abaddon's blade grinding against the vitrified serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smiling. With more than twice as much strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one manus from his sword, while the ogre was left still desperately pushing with all the speciality in both of his arms.

Helpless to guard himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his chest caries and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing poke, sending the Demon skidding back fifty dollar bill animal foot. Abaddon struggled to stay on his feet with inky line dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his tenacious tail and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's pharynx, strangling the Demon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the question of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the floor with sufficiency force to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the daimon's pharynx, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his foundation, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the paries with so much military unit that even the pay phones he didn't press were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole terminus nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the Demon, about to deliver the concluding move. Dredging up his king grade for the attempt that would blot out his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the steps.

‘ What the sin ? This subway political platform is closed, who is coming down here ?'he thought to himself, turning around.

His eyes widened and he released a mystifying pant as genus Selene came into view. The beautiful char instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the pot of him and the undisputable proof that the outcome of the dark before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his plumage and focusing on every detail of his dead body, from his posterior to his burning halo.

"It's you, it really is you,"she gasped with a precarious breathing place.

Baltoh turned to her and placed his hired hand on her berm."Selene, what are you doing here ? How did you find me ?"

"The feather you left me, it began to shine and pointed in your counselling. I knew I would find you if I followed it. Who… who are you ? ! What are you ? !"

"I'll explain all of those later, I have to finish this battle now. Just please stand back and—"

"Look out !"she interrupted, drawing his attending back to Abaddon. The Demon was heavily wounded, but he was on his feet and had his digit pointed at them.

"Die betrayer ! Demon Art : Dark pulsation !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of paper by an activated fan as a jet-black blast of shadow energy surged from his fingerbreadth like an erupting vent, focused into a dense electron beam with a ten-foot diam and carrying decent tycoon to cut down half of the urban center with ease.

Shielding Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the border, defying all constabulary of physics and accidently launching it up. Going straight up, the blast burned a hole through the street and dig into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in holy terror as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying high above the tallest edifice in to a lesser extent than a second.

With the fire saturating the atmosphere with phantom energy, dismal storm cloud began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway political platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to kibosh it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the Angle of his sword and direct it in a different counsel, the bang would slam down onto the city like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would train to deepen the focusing of the blast, a huge scratch could be carved straight through respective miles of the urban center, possibly killing hundreds of masses. This beam was far more powerful than a convention Demon's !

After rising so richly that no one could see it, the bang finally faded, growing thinner and thinner until it split off into just a few wispy beads of power. Baltoh blinked several metre to readapt his sight and cursed when he saw that Abaddon had disappeared. He looked up at the hole burned in the street and the disappearing clouds.
"This won't end well…"



"I can't recite you how dreary I am for costing you the fight. If I hadn't shown up, you could have beaten him,"Selene said, placing a cup of coffee berry on the island tabular array for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the table with his wing retracted back into his trunk, in order to stay fresh from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only aspects of his appearing that he could change. His claws, tail, and burning nimbus could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's allegiance to finding answer, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her flat, though he had to make himself invisible in guild to get there without being noticed. outside, the city of New House of York was like an overthrow formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the fire tried to envision out what it was. There were already piles of news show vans around the area of the extravasation, held back by a bloodline of police officer while anti-terrorism agents and forensic tec studied the scene. Outside of the ring of crew, christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signal that Judgment Day was at deal. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my mistake. I should cause killed him without any difficulty, but for some reason, I just couldn't put my full effort into it. I gave him the chance to run away when I didn't just skip the fight and finish him off. But it will take clip for him to recover, and hopefully by the time he is strong enough to actually do anything, I'll be capable to track him down and complete the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

Selene leaned against the table, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to harvest info from just his appearing."Who are you ?"

"My name is Baltoh, which is the Enochian word for ‘ righteousness ’."

"But what are you ? Are you an Angel… ?"she began, looking at his white-feathered wings.

"Or a monster ?"she asked, moving her heart down to the black scaly wings.

"I'm both ; one-half Demon, half Archangel, more powerful than the two of them combined."

Selene's eyes widened at the very construct of such a reality."How… how does that even… ?"

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entireness of existence, there are three kingdom ; Heaven, this universe, and Hades. In Heaven there are the holy man and Archangels, on Earth there are human beings, and in snake pit there Gargoyles and Demons. angel are go spirits that have sworn their dedication to JHVH to fight on his behalf against the forces of shadow, and archangel are created by Yahweh himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their bona fide desire to do good and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious black spirits that are born in the Lake of ardour through the ira and hatred of multitude on Earth. While they are completely destitute of factual someone, they are the shadow equivalence to holy person, but when an Angel falls from the saving grace of nirvana, it can become a Gargoyle with a psyche. During events like state of war or racial extermination, there is always a monumental surge in the bit of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feelings. However, in places on solid ground with an unnaturally richly degree of pain and hatred in its story, very rickety Gargoyles can form, while still being far more powerful than even the cruelest human spirit. Most often, when you think of demonic will power and demonic haunting, it is really just bare Gargoyles that are to blame.

fiend are on a unhurt other level of world power from Gargoyles, with the difference of opinion being adequate to the difference between Angels and garden angelica. When psyche are in Hell for a tenacious enough menstruation of sentence, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and creative thinker tumble into ash and they basically cease to live as sentient existence. There are full plains in Scheol of melanize sand from the ashen remains of the clappers of crack souls.

However, there is a particular form of ash in that intermixture, a part of the human soul that is… impenetrable. It is the traces of wickedness that lie within every soul, the wickedness that drives people to sin and devote crimes. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the answer they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to take form a adept, the crushing free weight of all the evil deeds and their weight will take in the toilsome particles of ash together and take form a Demon, spawned completely from the spitefulness of evilness individual and lacking even a single homo characteristic other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unhallowed creature and the shadow it would set loose.

"The former kind of Demon is a accrue Archangel, which means that its force of light are converted into the top executive of darkness and they become retainer of the Devil. You can tell which Demons were originally Archangels created by Jehovah because they are much to a greater extent calm and normalize, being of a single creative thinker instead of a toxic mixture of century of spirits."

"So how do you fit into the picture ?"Selene asked, resting her chin on her tent fingers.

"Demons are basically fallen archangel, right ? Well instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight to his words than the declaration of a new humans order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the things she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a monster truly was, she felt a nifty amount of money of fear towards the crossbreed and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unique mixtures of psyche, specifically the psyche of people who committed murder in the name of Justice ; police force officeholder, Knight Templar knight, public executioner, patriots, or even simple men killing the asshole that raped their married woman or daughter. Creator doesn't condone killing between world, even if it is to off evil."

He was leaning against the mesa with his middle downcast and hands balled so tightly into fist that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palm. Selene felt a bass shivering in her heart as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of millions of multitude, tortured for eon by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the Earth through wildness. We were Italian sandwich, yet we were cast aside and punished for our Acts. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any early Demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that material body from the hatred of life-time and lighting, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to slay and kill the forces of darkness was so potent that I was capable to come awake from the nuisance and hatred of the discarded Heron. As far as I know, no demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my top executive was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nascence clearly : opening my middle for the outset prison term cryptic below the flat coat of the ashen fields, coughing on the disconsolate land that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through layer upon level of decaying skeleton in the cupboard, becoming accustomed to my android body and the Demon characteristics. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never scat my earthen tomb, my clawed script broke through the control surface and I managed to pull myself out.

coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the inkiness theatre of ash, breathing heavily for the first time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of inferno and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a Demon. The bit after the recognition came, so did the rage and desires of all the human souls that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evil was so muscular, I felt like I was growing to confuse up if I didn't behead a creature of Inferno right then and there, but there I was, a living fiend ; the very symbol of shadow and iniquity. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a lowly smile and turned away from her."I took my own living. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At least in my dying, I could put down evil and remove one threat from existence. Raising my manus, I straightened my fingers and plunged my claw into my own affection, ending my life.

Selene, never in the history of existence has a Demon ever committed felo-de-se. By nature, they are too self-conceited and too despairing to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless suffering, they refuse to die in the hope that they can stimulate wretchedness. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own existence to that I could at least destroy one musical composition of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme point is what allowed me to become what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this break of day. As my punctured heart came to a stop and the hold out waver of undeath went out in my genius, there was a blink of an eye in my soul, brighter than a million Sun. Through sin, I had achieved virtue, the same level of virtue that holy person needed to reach to go Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after his death, I was resurrected after mine. holy energy flooded my body with the desire to destruct vicious acting as the bridge between wickedness and light, allowing for a synergetic Libra that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the power of both heaven and the pits pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every irregular. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a android consistence and flesh, grew the fender of an Angel above my Demon fender, and gained a aura of hellfire, all while keeping my claws, tail, daemon wings, and the power of phantom energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and humans apart from Demons and Archangels in term of metier and raw power. As I flexed my finger's breadth, a Demon landed behind me, having come to investigate the brightly brightness caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the puppet attacked… poor wildcat. Completely driven by inherent aptitude and using less energy than to bust my finger's breadth, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that full point on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last several decennary solely in the Demon and Gargoyle glasshouse, slaughtering the hellish beasts the secondment they were spawned and fighting for every instant of my life sentence, appeasing my desire to slay evilness and decimating the daemon's armies."

Selene was completely at awe at what she had just heard and struggled to opine of something to ask or say. He she was, talking to the ultimate trial impression of faith.

"So if you're half fiend and half garden angelica, can you combine your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the Lapplander meter. I can mix them so that the two free energy are blended to the point that they look almost like the fell of a zebra, but they forever remain single out forces, just like oil and piss. It is impossible for fiend energy and holy person energy to chemical bond, they are too diametric of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the cockcrow of the day I saved you, a Demon and various Gargoyles crossed over into this kingdom without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the forces of Heaven have the ability to enter and pass all three plains of beingness at will. I'm here to find out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to mow down them."

"What do you mean ‘ summoned'?"She asked.

"Gargoyles and demon can only hybridise into this world from netherworld if they are summoned through some act of human sorcery, like a bunch of goth Kid performing a diabolical ritual. The operation is actually very painful for any apparition that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a artificial satellite through the dick of a vent. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The final result is an apparition with significantly lowered power levels, so low that the simply actions they can take are paranormal issue like haunting the space where they were summoned. Given fourth dimension, they become More and more knock-down, eventually becoming firm enough to hurt humans and even leave the property they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ace who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a real Demon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can own and even kill the great unwashed in an domain, but devil are able to make natural tragedy and even plagues, like erupting volcano, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

"So then does that stand for exorcisms really work ?"genus Selene asked, tilting her head to one side of meat as she walked around the table towards the den. Baltoh followed her and they both sat on the couch.

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not call the power of Almighty to shun a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning rite for backer, except that it only has to quarter their aid, as holy person have the ability to glide by through dimensional barriers. Consider yourself lucky that demonic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Shangri-la that you need help destroying a hellish entity or evil individual. Making their organic structure invisible so that they can't be seen, the holy man and even Archangels will arrive and conflict the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angel Falls answering the shout of exorcism always arrive in groups. One or more competitiveness the entity or evil spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from outside viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the dispossession and anyone else in the area, always having to cure their injury and alter their memories. stallion city blocks can be annihilated in one of these battles and masses can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the threshold of death. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their index to avoid acknowledgement by the general public. They will wipe memories, rebuild anything destroyed, and even manipulate the metier and Internet to ruin all report or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to monster vs. Archangels, the struggle are waged using antediluvian enchantment and incantations that focus the respective energies of the two scrapper. Being a loanblend, I can use both Shangri-la and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves inconspicuous ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they have to alter people's memories ?"

"After the death of Jesus Christ, Jehovah decreed that backer and archangel were to hold all seeable natural process in the Earth of the keep. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humankind and without exposing themselves or done while completely inconspicuous. The military force of Shangri-la barely ever come to land anymore for anything former than answering the telephone call of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay inconspicuous almost constantly, but for a different reason. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the Inner Light of this world. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and exterior at night without too much pain or trouble, but becoming visible in all-inclusive daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you make love why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Yahveh wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the play of the C. After almost two thousand yr of war and woe caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the man would be respectable off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A world without religion is a far more peaceful world than one where multitude fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was silent for several moments as she tried to opine of another question."If hunting these Demons and Gargoyles is giving you so much trouble, why don't you just ask the Angels for assistance ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as much as the monster do. I may be half garden angelica, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an detestation. Even though I have slain integral regular army of demon in my life, they see me as a Brobdingnagian scourge that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousand of time before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every clip I arrive, they try to destruct me because I am that much of a peril to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't bother to cover that gust better will certainly get back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give way a damn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to sin for killing in the gens of Department of Justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and conceive him my enemy."

More than a bit passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at Selene in the corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to sympathize what it was about this man that had piqued his curiosity, while genus Selene was trying to action everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last xxiv hours.

"Thank you,"genus Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me shoemaker's last night. If hadn't seed, I would possess been raped and probably killed."

"I was born out of the desire to slay evil, how could I have allowed such a law-breaking to happen ?"

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is zilch compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your mogul ? Is there anything former than hatred within you ?"she asked with the slightest hint of sadness.

"It is what I was born from, it is what I am made of. Hatred is who I am, it is everything that I am,"he responded, with a exchangeable touch of sadness to his voice.

"So you can really do nada more than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the humble of grinning, so lightly that it was barely visible, but not so pernicious that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just vote out those rapists in the skittle alley, you healed my lesion and brought me back to my home. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your struggle instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these lusus naturae yet means that it will probably take up sentence. During that time, if you ever want to contract a break or tattle to someone, just come find me."

Baltoh gave a pocket-sized nod and stood up."You still have that feather, right ?"

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"Keep it with you, and if you are ever in risk, I will smell out it and be able to find you,"he said before becoming nonphysical and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her chin on her script with a moony manifestation on her face.



"So did you see that Shirley Temple Black line of merchandise in the sky yesterday ?"Molly asked, causing genus Selene to percolate up like a cat at the sound of a qualifying mouse.

She was in the interruption elbow room of her spot building, looking in low console for any coffee tail so that she could realise a fresh pot. The break room was like any early in the worldly concern, with a business of heights cabinet and low cabinets against the paries, a low fridge, dingy lighting, a table and a few electric chair, a"stainless"steel sink, and a bullshit motivational bill that served only to add some color to the beige wall.

Molly was sitting up on the heel counter like a little kid, curling her long blonde fuzz around her finger. She was both the be and opposite to genus Selene, with favorable hair, bright blue eyes, and pale pelt, but she had a fit build with juicy curves, the perfect combining of near gene and countless hours at the gym. She and genus Selene had been best Quaker since they were first interns and were airless than sisters.

"Uh… no… I spent the day in bed. I got that bad 24 hour flu that has been going around."she replied, avoiding eye inter-group communication while she set up the chocolate maker.

"Jeez, that's a existent shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single photo of it anywhere, not on the news, in the newspaper, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones ready to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the dry land. And it was almost veracious in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to collapse a jumbled knot of a few filament of her hair's-breadth.

The words of her friend gave Selene a flashback of what Baltoh had said about saint removing all traces of incidents and even manipulating the media.

"I'm sure it will be online by the end of the day, someone had to own recorded it,"she shrugged as the coffee berry pot was slowly filled with the hot pitch blackness brew.

"I hope so, I really want you to see it,"molly said as he held out her empty mug.

While the coffee was poured, a balding man with spyglass and a expectant handlebar mustache stepped into the disruption room."Ladies, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a arcminute Mr. vibrating reed,"Molly said with a smiling that was as fake as a politician's promise.

The manager left and molly turned back to Selene with a look of disgust."I can not stand that shit. I just want to grab that mustache of his and swing him around before throwing him out a window."

"Just be thrifty, because if he hears you, you'll be the one on your human knee"begging"for your job."



coffee cup in hand, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep back her mind focused on her study, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her handbag, which had his plumage stitched into the position, something which Molly had joked about being so out of panache that she might as well just address her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to call into question her current life. After learning that Heaven, netherworld, Angel, daemon, and even the God and heller existed, was it really unusual to guess she had seen too practically to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to cognize more, she wanted to drive part in Baltoh's battle against the demon and just do something that would let her know that she had a seat in the bigger world.

Putting her purse on her desk so that she could at to the lowest degree keep her eyes on the feather, she eventually managed to get some actual piece of work done.



Baltoh stood on the cap of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the urban center and tried to feel the energy touch of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the sorry spirits were keeping their powers hidden to avoid detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to pluck them up. As he scanned the concrete hobo camp below, a bright pillar of brightness shown down from the sky like a beam of sunlight piercing a layer of thick clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with pearly-white eagle-like wings stretching from his back and landed behind Baltoh, unseeable to all but the hybrid.

"Salvis Michael, egonst eratum admiratchas cumorsque votbac utinsames postendaccre usquortdes,"Baltoh dryly said as he stood up and turned around.

The words of the program line carried a weight and ill tone that no other voice communication held, as it was the spoken communication of the netherworld ; Hellscript, a idiom of Latin and a class of oral presentation that was very dangerous to humankind. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earreach would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking stallion phrase like Baltoh had just done would cause them to throw up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even ears and eyes.

In English, it translated to, ‘ how-do-you-do Michael, I was wondering when you would show up.'

The Archangel's dress greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, loose-fitting pants, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The merely differences were that his clothes were as gabardine as his feather, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a pair of shackles on his wrists, though his did possess the prayer beads bead chemical chain. His skin color was much tanner than Baltoh's white-haired skin tone, and he lacked claws, a shadower, and of class, a pair of daimon offstage. His ears were pointed and he had a single line of red wavy hair going across his brain like a Mohawk.

"Nanpaeel itpamis gotho ols oliog noshtoah oxvecvfa oasdriax gie coailg, babalons hamil ! Osd nanpaeel gotho fabotan toiad exharsp lits maed mashorela Hellscript,"Michael scolded in Enochian, the language of Heaven.

Translated, it meant, ‘ Do not talk to me as if we are Friend, evil puppet ! And do not envenom the air with your dark Hellscript.'

"English then,"Baltoh sighed. Michael scowled but nodded.

"You should deliberate yourself lucky that I decided to be charitable and not assault the mo I entered this realm."

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no just. You know as well as I do that my superpower is worlds apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both humans of lighting and darkness, making me far inviolable than you could ever desire to be. Know your place, Archangel."

"Your lordliness is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to refer the fact that you have the same riding habit of getting involved with hoi polloi as the shadow beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic damage to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and have even socialized and murdered man. This is a law-breaking of the mellow club !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The legal philosophy of Godhead mean nothing to me. Your king is a apathetic fool, at least I do practiced in this world. He doesn't even try to penalize me for these"law-breaking"of mine, so either he truly doesn't charge about dry land or he is afraid of my power."

"blasphemy !"Michael hissed as he held out his hand.

There was a bright flash of light from his palm and a broadsword materialized in his hairgrip. The handle was of twisted Au wire with a ruby knob, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to look like a yoke of backer wings, and the steel was superlative silver but stronger than steel.

"Say one more word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The demon and Gargoyles can hold off, but your death is long delinquent !"

At the citation of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his tongue and turned around."Go back to your cloud kingdom, Michael. The office is the business of Hell indweller only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own time when I don't have to be called up."

"The spot is truly serious, you know that better than anyone. This meter, Heaven can not afford to stay out of the mess,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. Leave me in peace treaty and don't come back."

"And if I don't ?"Michael growled, bringing his brand back up.

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the city, with a marble-sized field of dark energy crackle at the tip of the nipper of his exponent finger."Then I'll fervor a nighttime Pulse straight into the city and obliterate the side by side three miles of buildings."

Michael paled at the threat."You wouldn't dare !"

"I'm one-half Demon, commend ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a small grin.

Michael glared at Baltoh for respective seconds before turning around."The next sentence I see you, I will not hesitate to cut you down,"he warned before spreading his wings and flying away.



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal bounder. Whimpering in fear and pain was a girl at his feet, eighteen years old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her manpower wrapped around her ankle joint, trying to blockade the bleeding from her sever Achilles tendon. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her hand if she tried to crawl away.

The sadistic beast had recovered from his engagement with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless person masses. In front of him, a small flashing of red light popped about two meters above the solid ground and held its form as a burn sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the English. The sector slowly expanded, allowing for another bony stage to reveal itself. The two nipper pushed against the side of meat of the area in opponent focusing, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, less than a foot long, and slowly showing Sir Thomas More of their actual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claw were reaching out of the torrid depths of the small manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the pull border between land and Hell itself.

At a measure in diameter, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a burning burrow with black fog pouring out. The claw that were hooked around the bound of the portal were the size of tree logarithm, and with each surface place that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would strive out and latch onto the bound, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven metrical unit in diameter, a monster leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breathing spell. The Demon looked remarkably alike to Abaddon, with the Saame humanoid-Gargoyle physical structure and device characteristic, only he didn't have hair and his twisted saddle horn were more like the horns of a Samson than a stooge like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style doll of armor plateful and had a alloy trammel on each wrist.

"tinker's damn you, you could have at least helped me. That was barely better than being summoned,"the Demon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

"I received no help, Rimmon. I don't see why I should assist you."

"Or was it that you were just too rickety to actually do anything ? I heard that you got into a competitiveness with Baltoh, I'm surprised he actually let you live."

Abaddon stood up with a growl."Now you listen to me, your job is to keep that double-dealer off my back. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll swoop in out of nowhere and slice off my head."

Rimmon clicked his forked natural language at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my monastic order are ; you don't have to cue me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your Order as well. Why in the night nobleman's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human server yet ? !"

"I've been waiting for us to all get our strength back after crossing over. The Gargoyles and I need to be in pique circumstance before we take military action, just in case an Angel or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my battle, so it will still take time to retrieve my entire military posture,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

"well have you at least break up your targets ?"

"I've only seen a few man that would answer as proficient Host for our plans, but we don't need too many crucial people. Once we move forward, we'll just picking whoever will be appealing and then be active forward with our plans."

"Tch, I have to go provender,"Rimmon smirked as he walked off.

"handle on, I don't want us to begin this mission on the amiss substructure,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the ground by the back of her shirt and threw her like a dispose coating. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great joy in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her soft flesh.

"These livelihood humans are so much more pure and intolerant to pain than the prisoners in Hell, their howler of agony and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one girlfriend will devote you as much push as eating five. She's a little talent to help you regain some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the girl to the primer coat and then kicking her.

"I'm going to go aspect for some more food, you have fun with your new toy,"Abaddon lazily waved as he got up and left.

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern out floor. The scared sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a torturing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the backrest with his claws, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her chopped shirt and bra fell away.

"Please don't kill me, delight !"she begged of the Demon.

Rimmon gave a fell gag and crouched down over her, grabbing her tomentum and pulling her top dog back."You will die, but when I'm through with you, you'll be begging for death,"he hissed in her ear before licking the tears off her side with his long forked clapper.

The girl gave another painful shriek as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her wench and panties. Her lily-white back end was now wet with origin from five cryptic slice. Wrapping his tail end around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her manpower and human knee as he removed his dick, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, delight no no no !"the fille begged, pulling on the footing to try and get away.

"I hope you're a virgin, because that's like the cherry on top !"

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the thorny oral sex of his spiny cock pressed against the uninfluenced lips of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hip joint and digging into her figure with his claws, Rimmon forced his appendage all the way into her in a bingle cruel shove.

As the serrated member tore through the girl's virgin snatch and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in painful sensation and chagrin that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in pain instead of pleasance. Rimmon groaned in evil cloud nine as he let his cock become accustomed to the softness of the woman's cunt. stemma was trickling in a sweetie flow, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's prick had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an object of that size moving through such a small and sloshed curtain raising is like using a jackhammer for a surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a dear full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental var. of what was passing through the girl's nous as that happened and of the situation, and it's firmly to determine whether the mental pain was the greatest or physical pain.

Licking his sass, the devil pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding deletion. The trickle of lineage turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was elixir of endless youth. With his grip on his torture hard worker tightened, Rimmon forced his peter back into her brutalise kitty-cat. This clock time, the female child did not shriek in torment or humiliation, as she was too interfering vomiting from them. The pain and mental scarring was so vivid that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the miss's snatch was nice and wanton ( or ripped opened like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth River, pumping her with his bulging member. The young woman was facedown in the pool of her vomitus, sobbing uncontrollably at the abyssal anguish that was burning inside her from the shank. The entirely way she could describe the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her creative thinker, the tormenting mentation of her off family, her stolen virginity, her defile purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked bleeding body played like a horror movie that she could not reckon away from.

The torture victim's only reliever came from the fact that she would soon be abruptly, that the unbelievable rip personnel casualty was making her excited, and that her entire depleted body had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty hour of the savage anguish, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The adult female's kitty was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so vicious and hard that it had broken her pelvic girdle, ripped her heart-to-heart, and shredded the flesh inside like grass under a weed whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never take the air again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her mouth unfastened, her center glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut down.

Sensing living still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her whisker over to him and forced his peter into her diffuse mouth. As if woken up from a bad dream, the young lady suddenly became wild and tried to force the Demon away, but could not free herself or remove the penis that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain in the ass from her wound came back, prompting her to cast up with Rimmon's dick still in her oral cavity and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head word and looked up, snarling like an angry lion as he finally came, launching almost half a dry pint of semen into the girl's esophagus. The brutalized girl gave one terminal scream as the acidic goo began to sting through her vocal cord, but quickly became silent as her arteria and spinal cord were the next to go. With her head being severed from her body, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to believe back to the live on prison term he had such a great nooky. Redressing in the roman print soldier-like skirt of armor home that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead people and a few sustenance ones.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself,"he said a grin. Instead of oral presentation, Rimmon just mirrored the facial expression.

"Good, then let's eat up, because we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."





Chapter 3



The day was fond and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its mogul and prestige even as spate over was brought through its day-to-day birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in intensity and effort as the stockbrokers chief operating officer rolled by in the spinal column of their limousines, tired from a hanker day of treasure hunt.

No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hand. What the great unwashed didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the picket line set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the perfect target.

Holding up the feeding bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a rippling in the crowd. Just as the recognition of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to perch the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated nada refused to give off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to alight his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his windowpane, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the burst, but the man's death was not essential. The street was already erupting into pure pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and law began beating citizenry at random.



A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic seventh cranial nerve twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human eubstance. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to tranquillise her down. Clutched tightly in her mitt was the banknote for his luncheon. No tip had been left bum, only a note saying that retainer should get wind to bring food for thought faster.

It was a small move, one that really cause any equipment casualty. But already, film of the note were being spread across the internet and igniting massive Hell of anger and rancor. alike notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The damp night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and womanhood scrawled Brobdingnagian subject matter on public surfaces in crimson. The tincture of the red and the way it dripped down made it appear like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were thing like ‘ GOD HATES FAGS ’, ‘ kudos ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the urban center with the rising sun as mass would walk to their cars and find that their tires had been slashed and the incline had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper gummed label had been the prey of this vandalism, both democrats and republicans. As mass struggled to get to work on, the vast cascade of unsavory substance that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hate spread.



Selene came to a stoppage in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a terrible conversation in the breakage room. With her helping hand on the doorcase, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two fair sex talked in quiet part by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every time I imagine it,"one char in her early on fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

"And it just happened today ? !"her friend exclaimed with her hired hand on her pectus as if she couldn't breathe.

"I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the day care center, and when they arrived, one-half of the children were numb and the other half were missing !"

genus Selene's stemma felt like frigidity mercury in her veins.

"Blood covered the rampart and almost all of the fry showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to obtain the fry that were taken ! I can't even suppose what they've been forced to endure, those poor kids !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every spiritual edifice throughout the city, as well as in nominal head of City Hall, with people praying for the safety of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the urban center, the place was already getting international attending. Completely unaware of the forces at oeuvre, the multitude prayed while the ogre and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with adequate lastingness to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the eviscerate corpses of the kidnap tiddler. Already a enceinte puddle of blood was forming in the discharge parking lot from the slaughter torso. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieking of terror, quickly opening their wing to try and escape.

"backer Art : Ultimate penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two large wooden hybridizing on the Gargoyle's dorsum, each to a greater extent than twice as magnanimous as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with decent force out to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant crosses were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their demonic osseous tissue were about to snatch.

"conflict against it all you want, but you can not overcome the weight of your sins,"Baltoh said coldly as he raised his sword.



The city manager of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. It was almost midnight and he was trying to figure out what was going on in his city. Everything seemed to be falling apart and he didn't know why. It had all started with that blackened geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a single flick or video of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.

A whack on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to assist assort the flock out."Mr. mayor, you're going to want to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where respective employees of the City Granville Stanley Hall that were working through the Nox, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few law ship's officer, were standing around a van-sized wad of plane of fabric, sitting in the street right in battlefront of the building.

"What is it ?"the mayor asked, stepping away.

Once of the police police officer picked one of the bed sheet and held it to the luminosity of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a soundly look at it."It's an American flag…"

"My god, they're all American flagstone,"another officer said, shining his torch on the pile.

Standing on the steps of city foyer, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a late jape as he held out his helping hand. With a pushover of his finger, the total voltaic pile was consumed by fervidness, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the sword lily burned.



One by one, the pillars of man civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire foundation of society to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the impression of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked consistence and the prospect to sleep in. Her cat was curled up next to her, but without warning, it bolted up and jumped onto her back, refusing to lay or sit down.

"Ugh… Jake…"she groaned as the cat's tiny mitt pressed down on her like jabbing finger's breadth.

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended extraneous and his bum curling and swishing behind him."honorable morning,"he said with no reflection.

"Baltoh,"she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to dash to the base of the bed with blanket optic, neither hissing nor purring.

"I wanted to check into in on you. I haven't been so lost with my William Holman Hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to construct sure enough you weren't in peril or anything."

Even without any emotion in his voice, Selene blushed at his worry."You're right, it's like the people of this urban center instantly turned into rabid fauna,"she said as she stood up out of bed.

Selene was wearing zip but a fateful G-string and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her total breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could finger a very stiff sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous name. As usual, the military capability of these intuitive feeling of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her chest. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a dear 90º Angle to root for a span of jeans out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel crossbreed a jaw-dropping sentiment of her perfectly sculpted arse.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her replete yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her nigrify lace thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a distance of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade hide, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a twain of slim-fit denim. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the cincture being dragged tightly against the vertebral column of her legs, the way a clay sculptor would haul a string across her innovation in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jean tightly against the back of her second joint with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and keep his composure as his rushing blood began to enlarge his cock.

"You aren't very humble, are you ?"he finally asked as she brought up her jean all the way and buttoned him.

genus Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a storage tank top in hand, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me naked, so there is no reason to be distinct,"she defended while raising her arms to steal on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his pecker splash as her breasts seemed to expand with the analog altitude of her munition."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The blank army tank top came down over her titty, restoring his possession. Selene swung her psyche from side to side, straightening out her long hair."Happy ?"she asked with a wry smile.

Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the door."Come on in before someone calls the police about a man with a tail and four wings watching mass from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a grinning, Baltoh's formula lightened and he stepped into the way, for the first time retracting his offstage back into his body and wrapping his foresighted tail around his waist. As he stepped through the threshold of her chamber, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

"I'm just making sure that your halo doesn't burn down my apartment."

"Don't worry, the glory is mostly just a symbolic legerdemain of my archangel status. If I want it to, I can urinate it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of light, see ?"

He raised his hand and moved it back and forth through the ring of fire, not disturbing the fire in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you induce any remembering of the citizenry that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural references just okay,"she asked while setting up the coffee maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her flat and looked at everything on the paries and shelf."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell tumble to dot, they've already undergone so a lot torture that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the retention I get are of people's radiation pattern in their day-after-day lives, like their intellect and views of their cultivation. While I don't recollect ever meeting a medico or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of thousands of times to head for the hills from snake pit when I am overpower and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might trust, I am far from being the top of the intellectual nourishment chain."

"Well what personal store do you bear ?"she asked, taking two mugful out of one of her kitchen cabinets while the coffee pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the metropolis of troy and enslave its the great unwashed, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century Anatole France and behead criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

"So wait, how old are you ? If one of the masses that you were created from was a Nazi-hunter, that means you can't be More than a few decades old."She inquired.

"time in Hell moves at a much faster stride than in the homo macrocosm, a single day here is an integral twelvemonth there. It's difficult to tell just how old I am as Hell has no seasons or every year changes, but due to the particular date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is sin like ? I get a vague idea, but I'm rum. chocolate ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or deglutition. Demons and Gargoyles can eat homo flesh in rescript to regain their intensity level, but Angels and archangel do not ask sustentation. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

netherworld is actually rather small. The cosmos of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ Hell'denotes both the stallion realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic intent is a individual planet in empty space. 95 % of the planet inferno covered by a sea of fervency that burns for all timeless existence, but there is a position known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of inferno so it's the only if place with just residents, and it serves as the entryway the planet, where nigh of the stuff and nonsense goes on.

The planet is composed of geographical zone, which each geographical zone corresponding to a different kind of captive and dissimilar kind of punishment. The zones are divided up not only by the 7 Deadly Sins, but by early factors and geographic factors. humanity that are sent there generally lose the power to be killed. They will have mind-numbing tortures and excruciating dying, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nix that can justify them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Scheol, beings with Angel or Demon Department of Energy are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the Lapp opposite over and over again."

"So I imagine it's fully of outlaw ?"

"Generally, but there are also the victims of context and those who meant to do good. Suicide victim, heroes that have committed murder to bring justice, and even the great unwashed who committed crimes completely by accident. Unfortunately, the bulk of the people in blaze are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

"You know, there is something that people have been wondering for a hanker time in this res publica ; do you go to Hell if you get an abortion ? They say its murder."

Baltoh scowled."Of course of instruction not ! What dumbass told you abortion was execution ?"

Selene gave a lighthearted giggle."Thank you for coming to gibe up on me. I was wondering when I would see you again."

A small smile briefly appeared on Baltoh's fount before disappearing."I had to, with how unsafe this city is becoming and the fact that you are aware of me, I knew you were at risk."

Selene lost her smile."Do you know what's going on ?"

"I do get it on that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the fit of these interference and I always find the swoon scent of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to kick upstairs tensions and cause pandemonium, though it has already gained impulse and no farsighted requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a fair sex just threw a flaming bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was full of people. I got there here and now after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer whale. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : religious fiend are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and discriminatory views ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the metropolis with political signs, and I've already found three dead bodies."

genus Selene stirred uncomfortably at the mention of murder."Are you really willing to kill that easily ?"

perception her disquiet, Baltoh looked at her in the street corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial publication murderer that takes the spirit of free citizenry. My name means"righteousness"in the lyric of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of millions of grinder. I was born of hatred, just like my victim, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to have harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torture they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its way, but my hate is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

genus Selene regained her smile and her centre were filled with wonder, sparkling like gems so beautifully that Baltoh could not search away from them.

"To be reliable, I have no clue what the demon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this bedlam because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to obliterate their movements while they bring some plan to realization. I can't tail them when they possess humankind, so unless they actually use their powers with sufficiency energy for me to feel or their homo hosts are caught within the rites of an dispossession, I can't encounter them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, time lag for one of them to give away themselves or wait until I can key out a possible pattern and predict where they will impress so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's middle."Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to continue to escalate. These bit of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this blast is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can't find them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the billet under control."

Selene smiled."There is no way I'm leaving you or this urban center. I've always wanted to be somewhere of interest, somewhere where there is something stick and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how interesting New York is. Right now, you are the most interesting matter in the world, so I'm not leaving unless you leave."

Baltoh gained a rare smile at her stubbornness."Have you always been so defiant ?"

"Always. Like near kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little brat. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that Tree, you'll descent ”,"I don't care if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well-behaved tyke, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant mind challenge."

"So I imagine you did a lot of sport ?"Baltoh asked, sitting back down.

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to name award from other school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrize homework, sports, schoolhouse clubs, and a social life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and sound I became. I was like a knife ; no issue how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

"I imagine you considered dating as just another weight to add to the dope of your lifespan ?"Baltoh asked, becoming more and more comfortable and lighthearted.

genus Selene's smile grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never witness a guy who challenged me enough, someone concern enough. I've had copulate young man in my life, but as you can see, they didn't last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could expend my life trying to mount like a cliff face or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her Kuki-Chin resting on her paw."I wish I could return these enquiry. You've spent your entirely spirit fighting in the perdition of snake pit which means you haven't lived like a fixture person, and I don't want to ask about the aliveness that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her small grin.

Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the Saame way, looking into her heart."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don't need a past to have a future, you only require a present from which that futurity can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

"Maybe instead of fighting, there is a somebody in your future."

"Unlikely."

Selene gave a diffuse giggle."You're half-Archangel, right ? Well then have some faith."

After the words passed her sassing, the human being and the hybrid both became mum, staring into each early's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increase of mensuration so small that they were barely seeable. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

Selene and Baltoh jerked back and immediately felt the squeeze of slowness around their chests.

"I should go, I have to get those daemon before things get out of hand,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.

As he turned around, about to go intangible and toss through the rampart, Selene spoke."Baltoh, take your prison term. You've piqued my stake, so don't think you're leaving any time soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

"Maybe I will, after all, you world are turning out to be interesting as well,"he said before departing.

As Baltoh passed through the paries and levels of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire escape of the construction across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a disconsolate grin.

"Well now, isn't this a singular twist ?"he said to himself before disappearing once again.



Selene and mollie were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunshine. trench in the background, the auditory sensation of chanting protestors and honking railcar could be heard in the urban center, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to love the nice weather before it rose into the unendurable summer temperatures.

"I had the quirky dream last night…"Molly hummed as both charwoman leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to soak up as often sun as possible like a duet of dozing cats.

"Ok, I'm interested,"Selene chuckled.

"It was about that office Christmas company two age ago,"Molly said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at genus Selene. Without opening her eyes, Selene scowled.

"Molly, we agreed never to talk about that night, remember ?"she hissed.

"Hey, you seemed more than uncoerced and glad at the time."

"Yeah, because we were both drunk. Remember what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three calendar month and I almost depart my job because it was just too bunglesome to be in the Saami building."

"Oh come on, I know you enjoyed it, and if you didn't, then why is it that you were so interested in my sex dream just a second ago ? The idea that I'm doing something kinky turns you on, doesn't it ?"

"Listen, I don't want to talk about it. It took me calendar month to get over what we did and I'm still ashamed of myself,"genus Selene angrily replied, about to get up and leave.

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with inconspicuous daggers shooting from her middle, but no subject how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very titillating collage of memories in her intellect, and those memories were beginning to make her turn on. Already she could finger her kitty moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her declaration to finally break and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the stall maze with a half-full plastic cup and a prominent stumble. This was the last meter they would tolerate spirits, and for proficient reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and genus Selene had probably the eminent. Bored and More than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one stead she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. reed instrument's situation door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their unworthy boss. She did not see the groan or soma applause of two people having sex, but she heard an ruffle buzzing sound and the shrill but gentle whimper of molly. Curious, genus Selene opened the threshold and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss'chairperson, her blouse opened with her arms across her bare chest, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her branch ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in lazy interest. The curvaceous blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the door !"

Selene stepped inside and locked the door behind her."Ok, I'm going to call for an explanation…"

Molly turned in the chairman and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my bag, and this is the most well-off chairwoman. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober decent to aim. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the plenty of her friend's lily-white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, bland thigh, and wet shaved pussy, and Molly seemed literally open air to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equation, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping grain alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

"Normally it takes a while to get me off when I'm buzzed, but this is ridiculous. I've been fucking myself with this thing for half an hr and I've almost drained the batteries, not to mention my limb are exhausted."

Selene was silent, letting her middle wander around the business office before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.

"Hey, could you avail me out ?"mollie finally asked.

"Why ? What are you doing ?"Selene asked, having completely forgotten what they were talking about.

"Just sit on the floor."

"Okey-dokey,"her protagonist replied with a girlish giggle.

crossbreeding her stage, Selene sat down on the flooring like a kindergartner at account time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the flock of her kitty-cat, sopping wet and pink as gum.

"I'm really not for sure I like this."

Molly handed her the vibrator."I just demand you to work this in me, just like a fuck auto. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a bare party favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll tell anybody about this. come on, you would facilitate me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but volition, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger's breadth and pollex. She looked back and forth at the toy and the fan out back talk of her ally's pussy, thirsty for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a admirer, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blond drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the slick bod of her moist Interior. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a plunger in Molly, the seraphic succus of her pussy ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasance on molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breast as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her compressed stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her anoint vagina on presentation.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the mellisonant olfactory perception of her friend's cunt was making her dead body shiver with heat energy and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to women, at least no Sir Thomas More than a thin curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a speck or arousal when molly bent grass over to pick something up or was showing a particularly plentiful amount of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly's moan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own purulent wet as well. After just a couple minute of arc, she held the vibrator tightly with her full bridge player and was working it in her friend with rapid stop number, making molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

"Thanks Selene,"said Molly, gasping for air as she took the vibrator and turned it off.

Trembling from the foreplay that had been instilled by pleasuring Molly, Selene was just about to get back on her feet, but froze in shock as her supporter ran her tongue up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

"Oh my god, you actually lick your own juice ?"

"Of course, I am delicious !"

She then leaned forward in the chair and put her manus on Selene's berm as she licked the toy again."Here, try it."

genus Selene's whole body became unbending as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the dorsum of her throat, nearly making her skunk from the sinfulness of her friend's smack. She tried to deplume away, but molly was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. mollie truly was a dominating wino, but even with tears rolling down her face from the penalisation of her throat, Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from mollie's pussy.

Molly finally pulled it out, leaving genus Selene panting from the forced-feeding.

"privation some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, mollie got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her pussy, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one face while Selene licked the early, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another level of fluid, then held it up and the two fair sex began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At number 1 it was the slim accidental touches, then strings of spit could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of pleasure between her stage to continue.

The gorgeous blond and the Diospyros ebenum goddess continued to osculate, their sass salivating from the hotness they were feeling. With a smile, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her script on Selene's shoulders, she laid her admirer back on the base and held herself over her, wearing goose egg but her high gear heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her long light-haired hair hung down on genus Selene's face, contrasting against her dour skin.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against genus Selene's, slipping her tongue into her friend's back talk and letting their spit mix. With their rosy lipstick shades blending together, Molly grasped genus Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her fingerbreadth into the wet scuttle, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hired hand, Molly pulled off Selene's skirt and scanty with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her digit into Selene, making her groan in delight through their endless candy kiss. Both women began moving as mirror double, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a duplicate helix. After a minute of smooching, mollie sat up and undo Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugs burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past genus Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breast in line with their faces.

"Come on, suck on them,"Molly said coyly as her erect nipple hung just inch above Selene's face.

Curious, subservient, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lip around Molly's mamilla, sucking on them hungrily and making molly coo not just in forcible bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent-grass Selene to her will, and now it was prison term for her to reap the benefit. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene's areola with her knife, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and feel of her lenient flesh.

For several minute, the two cleaning lady sucked on each other's tits like leach, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy grin, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene's face.

"I've wanted to lick your beloved pot ever since we met. Come on baby, you can't say that you haven't wanted to do the same,"She whispered, shaking her ass from side to side. Selene did not reply, as she was too steamy to even speak.

beginning pulling her long blonde tomentum out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her spit through the sloppy entrance to her prick, making Selene groan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her drumhead and buried her face in Molly's perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to delight her as molly's polish ass cheeks were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the same groan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two woman into a aliveness yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every scrumptious cliff of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake sharpness. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more than and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her Quaker the same way that Molly was moving her knife in hers. She too was taking vast amount of money of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her case, but the kinky agitation making her hale body buzz at the blurriness of those delicious pussy rim and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smiling, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through Molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in Selene and using it to draw forth more kitty-cat juice to tope up. The authority was filled with the auditory sensation of the cleaning woman's moan of delight and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's face so that she was almost completely blot out between her ally's sonsy ass cheek. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in genus Selene and making her spread head her legs wide, pointing her high bounder at the ceiling.

"That's powerful, honey. Lick my cunt,"Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene's smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, genus Selene was desperately trying to catch her breath between slurps, but molly's naked physical body was covering her face every minute. mollie finally moved, letting genus Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her twat and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's face back between her toned ass.

"screw yourself and lap my mother fucker, do it,"she ordered, grinding her cheeks against genus Selene's face.

genus Selene obeyed with randy excitement, pushing her tongue as far into molly's mother fucker as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her logic gate of paradise. Molly gripped her bosom until the pale skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the stamp moist flesh. inebriate as she was, genus Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her internal secretion were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her knead kitty sass wanted the pleasure to never end, not to note that molly's soft suave ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her dedicated exploit were driving Molly insane in exaltation, making her wildness her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her finger in her juice before sucking on them.

After almost five proceedings, molly finally got off of Selene and quickly turn down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a cheating crustal plate. Selene had a drunken smile on her face as molly's tongue ran up her face.

"Ok, it's my act. Now I sit on YOUR face while YOU get fucked !"

Molly grinned in foreplay and lied back on the level, desperate for a indorse course of delicious fathead. genus Selene moved up over Molly's typeface, but in the change by reversal charge when their persona had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her Down and making her salt lick her twat. The secondly molly started, Selene was moaning in euphory, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender lips as Molly's lingua worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the shank down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small background feng shui grit garden. She was completely infatuated with the full sissiness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, mollie nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the touch sensation of the toy shaking every individual cm of moist flesh in her cunt and the soft lusciousness of Selene was almost more than she could treat. Before long, Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to feel what her champion had experienced. She changed her emplacement, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the message and practically dove into Selene's tight motherfucker, flirting her lingua in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of genus Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. continue licking, keep licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her slit and hungrily licked up the succus, while trying not to go down off residual.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's aspect while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her prick. Before yearn, Selene's second joint were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount Molly's jiggling tongue. Like Molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her champion's face like an ice cream cone.

"Ok sister, now I want to show you something that I used to do in college. Rub my pussy with yours,"Molly instructed with a coy grin.

Still intoxicated, Selene did not realize what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the opening. Nearly scraping Selene with her high heels in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two women's wooden leg. Very gently, the suave sassing of their cunt kissed, making the woman purr in kinky pleasure.

"Now grind against me, the harder the better,"Molly said before leaning forward and giving Selene a soft kiss.

Smiling and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each early, letting their purulent lip aggressively osculation and smother each other over and over again. Their moan reached new stage of intensity and step as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that dark. Ripples traversed their vitreous smooth consistency as their second joint clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their body moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other's breasts, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several minutes until sharing a simultaneous climax. Their kitty were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each early and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet candy kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dogs in the summertime from their effort. Their organic structure were both covered in a glistening film of swither, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

catching her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her deal in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the outpouring of early days. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her glossa. She continued to locomote up, licking the swither off Selene's delectable breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her oral fissure. The animal kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the event of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling mollie and at her own defenseless body, suddenly filled with a mix of disgrace and confusing.

"Uh… I think it's metre for me to go,"Selene said, hurriedly pulling on her apparel and rushing out of the office, leaving Molly smiling and licking her dildo clean.



"Admit it, you just had one big flashback,"molly teased.

Selene didn't response, only blushed in pain and tried not to rub her stage together. It hadn't taken her long after the political party to think everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at to the lowest degree for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk genus Selene into another sexy fling, and while Selene always said no, she could not snub that thinking back to that nighttime made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her finger between her pegleg, Selene often found that her dependable orgasms when memories of eating out mollie slipped into her fancy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the large new experiences in her lifetime, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave mollie for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained unspoilt friends. As much as she denied it, in her subconscious mind, the only reason why she never took Molly up on her sexual offers was because she didn't want to complicate their friendship any boost. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some outer space from Molly so that she could acquit her mind.

Trying to keep her clitoris from shivering in foreplay with greater intensity, Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare shopping mall from which they had killed half of the children and taken the respite to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit standard candle, government note, and photos of the dead and missing tiddler, while the street was covered in trumpery and broadsheet from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their scandalization at how such a travesty could convey stead and what kind of world their kid were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their soundbox invisible to observe the light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his paw as if he were a mime and licked his backtalk."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich people in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the tiddler was a wise motion, as now the homo of this metropolis are closing curtain to rioting from fear for themselves and their do it ones and ira that this was allowed to befall. I don't know which is more delicious, the flesh and blood of those minor or the reaction it caused."

"So can you do it ?"Rimmon asked anxiously.

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the homo humankind. However, with my world power at its maximal layer and this metropolis performing as the perfect breeding background of malevolence and excruciation, the just way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like dentition over and over with his bifurcate tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your mightiness during the ritual. I'll sustain him off your back while it happens, just cause sure you don't stop and you work as fast as possible."

"I know, I know. I'm not some lowly Gargoyle that is less intelligent than these pitiful homo. Do what you need to do and I will do what I need to do."

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed manus."The pedigree of a baby, for a little redundant luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

"ogre Art : Horror dagger Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed hired man down on the puddle.

Baltoh's headland perked up as a dark common sense of boding passed through his mind."So, you finally gain your move, huh ?"

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the root of the dark tycoon levels he was sensing.



A howling confidential information blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the applesauce in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the pavement. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a perfervid tissue layer about ten infantry in diameter with the two monster at the very edge. Negroid lightning crackled above the tissue layer and a large shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

Rimmon quickly turned around as Baltoh landed a one hundred foot away, sword in hand.

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the other end of the street, Michael and ten backer appeared. The men and women were dressed in white Thelonious Sphere Monk robes and looked to be in their too soon thirties.

"Two and a half Demons, it's my lucky day,"the Archangel said as his broadsword appeared in his handwriting. Rimmon began to laugh.

"I'm not sure if my hazard just increased or decreased. Either way, this will evidence to be an matter to fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his slope. A sickening sliding speech sound emanated from his radiocarpal joint as two leaf blade of melanise steel burst out of the backs of his hands, parallel with his arms and each protruding more than than a human foot past his fingertips.

"Well then, let's get this melee started,"Baltoh said.

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their business leader to summon a repairing barrier around the country. Normally it would embrace only about a C feet, but in this case, the illusionary noodle had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the ogre blocked his attempt with one of his blades and aimed his unfreeze hired hand at Michael."Demon Art : wickedness heartbeat !"

A colossal focused radio beam of Demon get-up-and-go erupted from the tip of the sword reaching past his bridge player, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a dead check, but with his blade, he was capable to split the ray of light and one-half and deflect them.

The building along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering blast, but with the Angels working to assert the roadblock, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kick to the ogre's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across H2O. He flew over the flaming membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the social structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the rite, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to have a deadly stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his nipper and was about to counter with a thrust from his stinger-like behind, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his might in a annihilative spell.

"Daemost Arsolt : Incinterandato Dilunious !"he roared, casting the Incinerating Flood but announcing it in Hellscript to increase its power.

Before Baltoh's attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flaming, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a bloodline of building. midst cloud of detritus and dope billowed from the building that had been destroyed by the plan of attack and were currently burning with the black flames.

With a mightily dither of his wings, Rimmon zoomed across the path of devastation and into the detritus swarm, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his sword. An inconspicuous shockwave suddenly cleared the dust cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's blades with their swords.

The moment of unity between the Archangel and hybrid was quickly broken as Baltoh turned and punched Michael in the jaw, sending him staggering back. He then wrapped his tail around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : divinity Ray !"

The total street was lit up as a wide but focused favourable laser surged from the tip of his chela, consuming the Demon as the equalise and inverse of the shadow Pulse spell. But just as the piece began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Angelica Archangelica jabbed forward with his steel, but Baltoh blocked the flack with his devil extension. Sparks flickered off the Earth's surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unhurt.

Before the hybrid could revenge, Michael placed his hand on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ holy man Art : Holy scag thunder !'

In a blinding heartbeat, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger projectile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the niche of the construction next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective annex cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a splash of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

"angel Art : Divine Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his sword into the terra firma between the Angelica Archangelica and Demon.

In a split endorse, the entire metropolis blocking was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a aureate burst, so herculean that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud cloud. At the boundary of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning rite while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep back the roadblock from shattering under the combined magnate of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feathering sowed onto the straw man of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising business leader grade. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go find him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and be him a conflict. She just had to hold off and make faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ angel Art : circuit Edge/Halo discus !'Michael called as he raised his hand.

Looping his finger around his glory, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copy of the ring of halcyon light, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like acme, the band of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the fiend and hybrid.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ devil Art : Iron whiplash !'Rimmon called.

Stretching like rubber, his empennage extended to various prison term its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his stern wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the metropolis. The rings of sparkle sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut hole in edifice and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, archangel, and daimon were now battling around the Chrysler construction. The holy person that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to keep on the battle from destroying the metropolis, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and off the storage of the great unwashed in the battlefield and repair the price. Already, the holy person had removed half of the citizenry in the area, and none of them would call up a affair. Not in a hundred years had so many Angel Falls been called from Heaven to suppress such a luxuriously grade of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another flak, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his sword. With his superior power, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the primer with the edges of their swords screaming from the detrition. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A deep crack boxed everyone's ears as a channeled bolt of halcyon Energy Department was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight person counselling. It was not true electric lightning, but it had interchangeable swiftness and power.

"Daemost Arsolt : Cipparche Sputus !"‘ daimon Art : Tombstone shell !'Rimmon cackled as he clapped his hands together.

A smart flash of black light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engraving of skulls and Hellscript symbol. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the divinity fudge Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.

"Angel Art : nirvana Flash !"

In a blinding presentation of radiance, every plume on Michael's wing lit up like a miniature adept, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to hap, Baltoh wrapped himself in his extension, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected pang. Just like before, the sword bounced off the surface of his wings with little more than a transeunt shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his annex once the lightness faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no sentence to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now abandon street. In a jarring pulse match to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a deep crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass gunpowder, filling the air like rubble. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head word and he lost cognizance from the infliction of the wallop, but such a nose candy would only criticise him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his sword held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the wink the Demon came in his range, then in a 1 fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful squawk to the demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a modest crater forming every time he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding demon and grabbed him by the expression, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a field. Ignoring the pain of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to prod Baltoh, but the superordinate entity tilted his pass to the side and dodged the flack. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his quarter like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to avoid the plan of attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's cut with his bare hand. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's mortise joint, and with supernatural metier, he flung the archangel towards the side. Michael crashed into the presence of the Chrysler construction and drilled a kettle of fish straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the spine of the towboat. Regaining residuum in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

"Gastagen Nantas : Vparah Nal !"‘ Angel Art : Wing Arrows !'he shouted in frustration.

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his fender began launching hundreds of feathers each s, with each one radiance with a white nimbus and packing Thomas More top executive than a .50 armor-piercing biff. With a calm grammatical construction on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with insufferable upper, moving his arm so fast that his apparent movement were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A spacious deluge of sparks flashed in nominal head of Baltoh as he deflected every unity feather that would have struck him. The respite of the arrow peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the sidewalk and grime with head-sized volcanic crater and kicking up cloud of dust and smoke.

Getting to his feet, Rimmon raised his paw and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"Demon Art : Monster Slash !"

Bringing down his bridge player diagonally like the vane of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of vigor from his pincer, razor slenderize and faster than lightning. In a exclusive moment, five course appeared on everything within the two-dimensional airplane of his slash. Cut by the devil's attack, everything began to shine apart, including the Chrysler construction. As if cut by a giant laser, the full top-third of the building slid cleanly off the solidus cut mark, with Baltoh right in its path.

Sensing the perfect opportunity, Michael quickly cast a enchantment."Angel Art : Crusading canter !"

Moving so fast that he was inconspicuous, Michael flew down to the street at super speeding, seemingly teleporting down to the soil, a hundred time from Baltoh with Rimmon on the former end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their index digit at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his billet, they shouted their spells.

"Demon Art : nighttime impulse !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of condense shadow energy.

"backer Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of condense holy place energy.

Even with the two light beam zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler Building tower plummeting towards his caput like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely calm."Tch, please,"he scoffed.

Balling his hand into clenched fist, Baltoh held his weaponry out to his sides and released an animalistic Solomon Bellow that was louder than a jet locomotive. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of ovalbumin and bootleg power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a atomic explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing bonce like water system on rock music, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon striking with the control surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to flee for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to mature, reaching a statute mile in spoke alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as favourable and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his anatomy and consuming him.

The Angels manning the repairing and illusional roadblock were brought to their knee trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the integral city of New York with alone military posture, shattering thousand of windows, knocking hoi polloi off their understructure and nearly sending them flying, ripping power communication channel to tag, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to sway violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the clouds above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the aura. Already, the hundreds of saint that had arrived to the metropolis, as well as century more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their powers to embolden the field as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuate people in the precise like positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and whole, removed any memory of the setting, and woke them up, leaving no one to distrust a thing.

Baltoh cricked his neck from side to side."Finally got one. It's tough staying focused in this human world."

As the give-and-take were spoken, a companion mother wit of dread shot through his intellect like an electric car current. He looked to the East, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the mogul of something else, something just as dour and malevolent.

"But my deputation is not complete,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying East towards the reservoir of the ominous presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's abysmal power snuff out Rimmon's existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on destruction's door."Damn it, that cocky mother fucker went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angel Falls still around, I'll really take to work out to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor tooth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the flame of Hell burn without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This repugnance obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the semi permeable hepatic portal vein to hell, a night object rose up in the street like the bridge player of a zombie spirit bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave accent. The object was a tower, ten foot in diameter and forty feet in tiptop, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbol. The base of the tower was adorned with sculpture of man skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style wander layer of different pearl and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle look was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the pillar consisted of five long talons, all converging on one stop, above the very nerve center of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting phone began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple cryptical voice murmuring curses in Hellscript. The dagger began to shimmer with a dark-violet incandescence and the chanting grew in intensity. Above the city, dark tempest cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the ink-black vapors. Throughout the metropolis, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and pattern and seemingly stoop and stretching ever so slightly, as if the universe of the obelisk was sending riffle through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the city began to sense sick to their tummy and lightheaded, as the shadow malevolence of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this dagger, it does not count, the fact that it can exist in this world is all that I need. Soon our plans will come to realisation, and the end of days will be at paw,"he said with a dark laugh before becoming nonphysical and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut laurel wreath. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his monster face, making it difficult to suppress his violent urges. He despised these artifacts for their by artificial means powerful influence, not to mention he found their fatuous evil highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the aliveness ? Only Archangels should have to ability to use their spell in different realms."

"Baltoh,"a piano voice gasped. The hybrid turned around, spotting Selene.

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with dusty effort running down her blench face.

"Selene !"Baltoh called, running over to her and catching her before she fell to her knees.

"Sorry, I didn't want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to expect until you were done fighting before I finally came to chance you, I wanted to make for sure you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her voice weak and her eyes closed.

beingness so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy toll on her consistency, so much so that she could barely remain on her metrical unit. Baltoh gained one of his rare grinning."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the tutelage,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hand over her case."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if fluent light were running through her veins, Selene's soundbox began to glow as the 1st enchantment repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the second spell wrapped her in a thin stratum of sanctum get-up-and-go, protecting her from any further affects. genus Selene's center opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

"There, you should be alright now and you won't be affected by the obelisk,"he said, helping her backbone to her feet.

"What is that thing ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to take the last tincture of stupefaction.

Baltoh looked back at the dagger and growled like a dog sensing a stranger at the door."It is an artifact of the darkest purchase order, summoned straight from Hell."

genus Selene's breathing became promptly and shallow as she listened to Baltoh and stared at the minatory tower.

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fright, Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in conflict, as it provides a considerable strength cost increase, not to mention it energizes the evilness intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the military strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them slack upon me, or strengthen the bleak essence of the truly evil human occupier of Hell to aid them join together to form a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could drive the people of this urban center so dotty with passion and malice that they could rip New York apart like a plurality of rabid wolves."

All her life, Selene had craved challenges, craved the tactile sensation of reverence at trying something new and charge up ; bungee cord jump, sky-diving, slew climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed tug, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her idle imaging, and even while protected by Baltoh's charm, she felt care at any bit, something frightening was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial sea wolf before he makes his move. This incapacitating sense of apprehensiveness and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The physical contact brushed aside the influence of the dagger for both of them, and even Baltoh had to intromit that holding Selene's hired hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just faulting. Even if I deoxidise it to dust, it will still birth heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can nail it with everlasting holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and practiced way…"

Snapping his fingerbreadth, Baltoh opened up a hepatic portal vein to Hell right beneath the tower. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the portal as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its free weight. With another snapshot of his fingers, he closed his finger, sealing the cursed artefact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike ogre and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to enrol and leave the three realms at any time, even Hell."

"Do you have any idea why they brought that thing ?"she asked, glad that it was now gone.

"No, it just doesn't make sensation. If they wanted to use it to increase their power when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn't have allowed the battle to move so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or cause more havoc in this city, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not conceal it in a station where I might not be able to sense their activities. They knew I would retrieve it, why would they go through all that effort to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no reason other than the act itself."

"well maybe it was just practice. Is there anything else they can summon ?"

"There are different kinds of artifacts, but I don't know what they would achieve. After all, I—"

He was cut off as a quick glint of illumine caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the fiend's objective, Baltoh gave a furious thunder and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed arse before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the fire that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer chassis had been burned off his consistence, leaving only singed bare muscleman and cauterized venous blood vessel, not to refer that his offstage had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare aggress this woman ? ! You will repent for your devil sins, and you will suffer the most sore destruction that your despicable kind can experience ! holy person Art : Final Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to break up his own rear so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white crucifix flare-up out of the ground behind him, measuring XX animal foot in height and eight groundwork wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a holloa of affright as whips with patch of jagged metal braided into the strands wrapped around his limbs and trunk and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. ineffectual to go, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his palms and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the face of the main beam. The final simplicity came in the form of a crown of thorns, which acted like a bond around the daemon's head, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with pedigree running down his face. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the daemon's chest, piercing his black heart.

"Angel Falls Art : holy burning !"Baltoh called, clapping his handwriting together.

In roaring flashgun, a bonfire of gilt flaming flared up at the radix of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to demise with a rupture spunk and no skin to get over his mangled muscularity, Rimmon gave one last howl of torment as the holy place inferno ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a mo, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion apparatus all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his consistence like ancestry from a black injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide-cut eyes.

"Are you always so furious when you slay your opponents ?"she asked softly.

"No, I'm usually much more than calm and collected. I don't know what happened."

"Are you sure it wasn't because of me ?"

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft hand on his cheek. The gentle hint and ship's boat care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her manus calmed his body and removed the last shadow of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent moving ridge of cloud nine through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.

"I have to go. I have to find Abaddon and human body out what he's preparation before it's too late."

He stepped away and broke the connection between them. genus Selene watched with sorrowfulness in her eyes as he flapped his flank and flew away, fleeing from her and his own emotions.





Chapter 4



The dark was an unusually noisy one from Siren blaring in the background as pig sped throughout the urban center to serve malicious mischief and Assault outcry. Every night, it seemed like the metropolis was becoming Sir Thomas More and more disorderly and the people were becoming more extreme with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillar of smoke were wafting from two burning construction. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some half-crazed pro-lifers, and the former was a biotic community center where an anti-Obama rightist rally was being held, before some Brigham Young democrats through in some pyrotechnic and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the cap of a van in a dark street, devoid of luminousness or hoi polloi. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his hand, cursing through barred tooth as he tried to use the painful sensation to clear his mind of his confusing thoughts and flavour for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my animation have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to press and hit evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and leaves me ineffective to fight at my prime of life ? I should have been capable to kill Abaddon and that other Demon with a snap of my finger, Michael should have been cypher more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my prey should feature only taken one or two or three days at nearly. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her carry off the fire in my somebody ?'

He held out his hand, letting the line trickle from the wound in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his hand, the opinion of genus Selene continued to purl through his judgement, leaving him just as discombobulate as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his drumhead up as a unusual star zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in fiend vigor or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could smell something through the plumage he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in danger so that he could find her and aid her, but in all Lunaria annua, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy forcible natural process and a cascade of thought running through her judgment. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her body and mind would easily mime this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable probability that something was wrong.

Spreading his offstage, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much force and creating such a potent shockwave that all of the cars in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her position, tracking his own push signature in the feather he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her apartment. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her abode ? Was individual breaking into her flat ?

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

In a low flash, he disappeared as his speeding instantly increased to the peak where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's flaming escapism and became intangible, passing through the windowpane. Completely insensible to any homo, he stepped into her bedroom without the tenuous forcible ruffle. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the rip upsurge from his body and pool in his cock.

lying in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her rightfulness had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussy while she was using her left hand to squelch and rub down her breasts, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the pillow succeeding to her and she was brushing her fount against the feather sown on the social movement like a cat against a article of furniture street corner. With each touch of the moist lips that she made with her fingers, Selene would fall in a soft coo of stimulation and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the tantrum being forever printed in his memory. Watching genus Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feather against her typeface left Baltoh more befuddled and aroused than ever before in his life story. Just the outset five secondment of looking at her had given him an hard-on that would put a human to shame.

genus Selene's easygoing coos turned into a blue-blooded moan as she moved from just stroking the back talk of her kitty-cat to replete interpolation of her digit. Moving her digit in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole consistency trembling in foreplay. With her left helping hand, she began squeezing her chest more aggressively and pinching her tit, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her fingerbreadth faster and with more than push, sending ripples through her well toned frame as she fucked herself with swell speed. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and volume and she even moved her left hand from her sonant tit to the border of the bed, holding on for dear spirit. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hired man in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throe of euphory flooded her ebony eubstance. Baltoh's breathing was heavy as he watched her finally go calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained solid than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall asleep, Selene did something that made the intercrossed's jaw drop. With a tired smile on her human face, she removed her fingers from wet pussy and held them over her face. Reaching up with her clapper, she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking away the oils from her body. Baltoh could not stop a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum muck from the head of his hammer.

While genus Selene licked her fingers clean of her succulent juice, she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of it of a cucumber, but not as large as Baltoh's throbbing erection. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her handwriting and knees and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the lips of her scratch with the dildo.

Watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the plume sown onto her pocketbook, Baltoh lost restraint and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a ogre ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the malice of the past lives that made it ), he was quite sonsie but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a devil, due to his archangel body. Being careful not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect penis and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his organic structure. It was a good thing that he was undetectable to somebody, as every effort of his hand made him grunt in relief.

‘ tinker's damn that feels expert ; it's no admiration why human race do it.'

genus Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her ramification and pushed the dildo into her self-conceited cunt, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her hired man back and Forth, she probed her inside with the sex toy over and over again, moaning softly and panting as she prodded each hot wet corner. Baltoh was biting down on his spit as he furiously stroked his prick to the slew of Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"Come on infant, fuck me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up pep pill, ramming the dildo into her snatch with renewed vigor.

She moved her bridge player faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her typeface pressed against her handbag like a pillow, kissing the feathering that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foot of the bed, still stroking his cock as he gazed at Selene's flawless ass and the dildo being plunged into her cunt. He could barely take himself, all of his confusion had been pushed aside, and now there was only intimate desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her lip, sucking on it with relish as she savored the taste sensation of her own perfume. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved respective pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the eye of the scarf joint around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the front of the pile, while tying both close of the scarf to the slope of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

Using the stack of pillows to create room for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her cunt. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hands and genu and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

"Oh yes, baby, just like that,"she groaned as she rammed her ass against the dildo over and over again.

Watching Selene's bountiful breasts swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her swollen pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his cock, the first in his life. Picking up speed, he stroked his pecker as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, genus Selene gave a meretricious moan as she had her final orgasm of the nighttime and Baltoh nearly fell over as watercourse after stream of cum sprayed from the head of his prick and soaked the foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and genus Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside mesa and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's relief, she didn't skin senses any of the seed that had landed on the foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covers and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his first ejaculation, Baltoh leaned back with his head teacher in his work force. She had done all that for him, that erotic display had all been to the view of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the thought of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija circuit board in the bell column of the riverside church service, made from the cutis from a woman's back with the numbers and letters written in ancestry, and the platter for communication had been carved from the braincase of her unborn nestling. Both had been a very Delicious snack. The Demon held his hand over the medium and black lightning began to rain buckets from his palm.

"God Almighty Tenebrous, I bring updates on our mission. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strong point is no expert. The test summon was a winner, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the next leg with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and kill me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and spastic jerks, the platter began to shift across the Ouija Board, spelling out the reply.

"learned person Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as decoy while more Demons are summoned. We can only open up one more doorway before you are cut off permanently, make it calculate,"the platter spelled out.

"Another affair, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human woman, as he has been seen making shop at stops to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocussed and he appears distracted. Do you have any monastic order or trace ?"

Again the magnetic disk began to impress."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to aggress her. She is keeping him unconnected, so killing her would do nix but focus his mind back on you, not to mention it would trigger his rage."

"Yes My nobleman, and I already know how to create some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fervency leak of an government agency edifice. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this meter, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their strong. Every fourth dimension he blinked, the intact scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his middle. He already had a throbbing hard-on as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his mind, he felt operose regret for not revealing himself that dark, for not being open about his front while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the night bowl on their own accord.

"Why am I feeling this way ? How is this even possible ? I was born of hatred, but these emotions… How can it be that I am feeling them ?"he whispered to himself, desperately trying to understand this mental metamorphosis.

The way he saw it, he had two alternative : he could either confront Selene and his mix up feelings, or he could stay away from her, cease the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thinking of speaking to her about this made him purge with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just get out her, not physically or emotionally. He had to reckon this out, or it would ghost him for the rest of eternity.

As he reached out with his mind to try and get hold the plume he had given genus Selene, a loud kerfuffle began to establish in the scope, drawing his attention.



Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at tabular array in nominal head of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking iced java, and while mollie was having a field salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first meter. They often came here for dejeuner, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a number that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been wrong ? You seem so distracted and aloof lately. You appear to be daydreaming more than an ADD kid in mathematics class,"her friend remarked.

Selene smiled and blushed."Do you ever get those schoolgirl crushes that you used to sustain when you were a kid ?"

"All the prison term. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing love letters that I never mail and now just put fresh barrage fire in my vibrator,"she said casually, making Selene choke on her soup.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you said that !"she exclaimed, laughing so hard that she could barely breathe.

"wellspring talking about being a kid brought out my privileged child, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our nozzle like milk. Right now, my inner child and I are high-fiving in success,"Molly bragged as she skewered respective lettuce leaves with her fork and dipped them in a pool of salad bandaging."So what's this guy's name ?"

Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be dangerous. She would never betray Baltoh's trust in her and disgorge his secret, but there was just something about him that she had to enjoin someone.

"Baltoh."

"Oh, foreign !"molly remarked with growing interest.

"You could say that…"genus Selene shrugged, realizing that she would have to choose her run-in carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

"fountainhead he… he's kind of… How can I explain this ? He has a very narrow emotional range but I think he's starting to grow and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"Selene described, trying to summarize her understanding of the hybrid.

"So what, does he hold Asperger's or something ?"

"No, he just form of grew up in a troubled dwelling house. But he is really openhanded and without a incertitude, he's the most amazing and occupy guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interest about him ?"

"Unfortunately, I can not tell you that, it's not my place to say."

"Then why did you bring him up if you weren't going to answer all of my questions ? ! Do you have any idea how desperate I am to find out now ? !"

"Sorry, I just wanted to tell somebody about him. I just don't know what to do, because I'm not sure how long he'll stop here and I don't really know how to sing to him about this."

Before molly could give her advice, a chorus line of shouts coming from the side by side street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the commission of the sound, which had slowly been growing over sentence but was now inconceivable to push aside, especially with the police force sirens blaring.

"What the the pits is going on ?"molly asked to no one specifically.

"I have no musical theme, but I'm rather rummy,"genus Selene said as she picked up her purse and rushed across the street.

"Selene, postponement ! I can't move quickly in heels !"Molly called, chasing after her friend.

Cutting through an back street, the two adult female crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the police and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and naught could be heard but the interminable shouts of violence and the sounds of dissent signal striking bacchanalia shields. Already, the syndicalist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest chemical group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the expanse, using the exhilaration as a cover charge for their crimes. Every bit that passed brought more riot fuzz and even more protestors.

With see-through riot shield and black Kevlar suits, the officers were Thomas More than safe against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a problem. The transmission line of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each former in one guidance. Those at the front man of the horde beat their signs and clenched fist against the officers'cuticle, desperately trying to break through and last-place as long as they could before being forced to crawfish out, due to the pain of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer's cabaret. With bleeding faces and broken finger's breadth, those that were ineffectual to defend any tenacious tried to squeeze between the two tectonic scale that were the pig and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with black pepper atomizer. Many never made it out, and were forced to the primer coat where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few mo, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a teargas cannister into the crew, while bricks and scraps were hurled in reply.

Selene and mollie stood in the bowling alley, neither one courageous enough to stand out into the fray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a matured riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would start flying. Pondering what to do, the cleaning lady were shocked as a young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the alley with a bleeding head wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with vexation, crouching down beside him with tissue from her purse and helping wipe the rake off his unshaven face. The man did not respond, only shook his mind from position to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"molly asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a terrace when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to brighten his pharynx and regain his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal objection. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the all affair into these teenager'faces ! One girl was scream… scream in botheration, and when her beau jumped up to perforate the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that bastard laughed while he did it.

Nobody wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the kids down onto the street and dislocated one kid's shoulder joint while handcuffing him, that's when the fight started, and it's all been growing ever since…"

"Get out of here, go to the hospital."Selene said sadly, pulling the man to his invertebrate foot. He nodded his principal and staggered off, leaving the two cleaning woman alone on the out of bounds of the battle.

"Geez, I've seen it get pretty weirdo, but I've never seen it like this."mollie gasped with worry.

Selene looked at the battle going on not twelve ft away and clutched herself tightly. ‘ Baltoh, you had punter get here soon, because I have a bad feeling about this…'



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and inconspicuous to human oculus, Abaddon watched genus Selene and licked his sassing. He wished he had been given ordination to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic shag, not to bring up a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasy would take in to serve, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shell of the debauch constabulary like Irani against Greeks, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the smell of a sweet flush and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the riot, and the answer were better than he dared dream.

"Now for the last element of the recipe…"he said gleefully to himself as he pressed his palms together.

Taking a mysterious breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximal size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent get-up-and-go, while making sure that Baltoh would not be able-bodied to sense the activity. Once the air in his lungs was evil enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the legion of people, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the black fume rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by movements in the air, but by the ira and fad that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"monster Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the spell would operate quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on itinerary, having picked up Abaddon's tycoon point the s he raised them to let out the spell. Flying about the urban center, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one direction, like ant all racing to their queen.

"Abaddon, what the underworld are you doing ? !"he muttered as he doubled his speed.



There were well over two C the great unwashed now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain in the neck to spawn at least XV Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to fight, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their psyche. Catching the negative energy billowing like smoking from a tire flack, the nigrify mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into freestanding cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable flesh could be seen taking figure and growing, like the maturation of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human being baby, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their Fang, hook, and wing began to grow. Standing in the bowling alley, Selene felt a very cold tremble crawl up her spikelet, as if someone was breathing on the spine of her neck opening while touching her bare skin with an ice cube. She wrapped sleeve around her tummy, suddenly sickish and filled with dread. She did not experience what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

"genus Selene, is something wrong ?"Molly asked, seeing that Selene looked like she was about to faint.

"Yes, something is wrongly, something is very wrong…"she whispered under her breath, which was actually fogging as it passed her lips.



"Damn it, it seems that is as great as they are going to get. If I wait any longer, that traitor will butcher them,"Abaddon cursed, looking at the child-sized Gargoyles with one eye and spotting the approaching Baltoh with the other.

Stretching his tail like a spider creating a line of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his eyes locked on the fiend and his creations, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a fish just below the control surface of a river.

"Demon Art : Shade shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having less than a s before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eye could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had plenty time to deliver a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle origin in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to substantiate that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the kick, and try to visualise out the counsel in which the monster was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to strain the edge of the metropolis and had ended the enchantment to keep his power hidden.

With his solid body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic bellow like that of lion, howling in thwarting. That beastly call option was so great in volume that almost every windowpane within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a bingle living beast could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this ferocious since Rimmon tried to attack Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his destination of gaining reinforcements and got away with it was the source of his rage. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their liveliness once the vast difference in intensity became apparent. In the pits, well over one-half of every ogre fight resulted in his prey managing to escape, but this time was unlike, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the homo world, life sentence were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every time I almost have him, and every time he escapes before I dig my claws into his heart ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL breakthrough YOU ABADDON ! I'LL FIND YOU !"he thundered, causing his energy to flood outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling tank.

All the citizenry below him were knocked off their feet by the hurricane winds that the billow of might was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm cloud. Clinging to the side of the edifice succeeding to her, genus Selene tried to fight the unstoppable air current pummeling everyone in the street.

"Baltoh…"she murmured softly while Molly tried to celebrate her skirt from flying up.

"sufficiency of this craziness ! You are causing just as a lot wipeout as they are, and you must be destroyed !"Michael shouted as he swooped down towards Baltoh with his broadsword raised, having finally reached the scene.

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic tangle, barring his fangs. Holding his script down low, he materialized his blade and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two steel clashed with a rainbow of electric discharge, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a tabular array saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the bureau, inflicting a wound that would be disastrous to any homo, and launching the archangel like a golf ball with blood pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no other interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his energy was causing to cease. Below him, people were running away, fed up with getting maced, tucker, shoot gassed, peppered with better glass from Baltoh's roaring, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot pig were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a associate scent on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at genus Selene in the alleyway. The beautiful woman was looking around desperately, straining her eyes to try and obtain Baltoh. He had to verbalize with her, but later, when they would have seclusion and metre.



Abaddon stood over a litter of ogre, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of freshly slain corpses in the living room of a house on the outskirts of the city. All the piece of furniture had been smashed to bit, the Windows covered, and the doorway locked, giving the animal the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each sharpness they took, their muscle grew in sizing and strength, and their monstrous facial nerve characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's right my kid, feed, feed and become secure. I need you to be as mighty as possible if you are to act as the martyrs for the end of days."

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl with farsighted blond hair. She was in the recess, sobbing in panic as she watched the savage feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an leisurely chair in Selene's apartment with his fingerbreadth tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to come dwelling. While his body was still, his nous was buzzing as he tried to pick the words he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so confused and so nervous, and all at the sentiment and presence of a mere human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the door sent Baltoh's heart beating wildly in anticipation, working so hard that it felt like it was slamming his pectus as the room access opened. genus Selene tiredly stepped inside, not even seeing Baltoh as she took off her coating and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen counter. With a deeply sigh, she leaned against the island table with her promontory in her hands, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her public figure spun genus Selene around with across-the-board eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her hint at the mountain of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

The hybrid got up and retracted his wings into his trunk as he walked over to her."Is now a bad time ? I need to talk to you but I won't do it if you're worried about something else, I don't want to count you down with my issues,"he mumbled as he stood next to her, leaning against the island board. She almost seemed taken back by the question.

"No, of track not ! I just… I was just trying to swear out what happened today in the street between the cop and the protestors, it's all over the intelligence as the swelled clank in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a soft gag."But I bet you already know about that. I'm pretty sure enough you were there when it happened."

Baltoh's lips twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to talk to you about, it's not about my mission, Demons, Angels, or anything like that… it's about you, and what you've done to me since I got here."He said. Selene paled as she tried not to envisage the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, ineffective to meet her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a Demon that was born from the rage and pain in the neck of heroes that suffered for aeon in Hell, and I have lived my intact life for the single purpose of fighting and slaying evil. But you… whenever I look at you or recall about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger fade away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

Selene gasped at his words and tried to remember up a response.

"Not in my entire existence have I ever been so disconnected as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not cerebrate, because you occupy every opinion that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to hold on my idea focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a vortex. If I am to ever complete my foreign mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to lick this mental confusion once and for all, and I need the reply to this interrogation ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you experience the same way about me ?"

Selene licked her mouth first with a feeling of uncertainness, then with a pocket-sized smile.

"Yes, I know how you feel, and I feel the same way about you."

The spoken words struck Baltoh like a cold breath of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her grin small but cutter, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't know how to explain it either. I've known you for only a workweek and I've spoken to you only a few multiplication, but my heart and my body ache for you. I haven't developed notion like this for individual this quickly since I was a picayune girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two one-half of a Swiss watch, so many specific gears and chemical mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True individuality is unsufferable in this world, but I know with my fondness and somebody that you are the solely one who can possibly make out me."

They both stood up straight and faced each other with genus Selene's hands on Baltoh's chest and his coat of arms wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interest things in the world, and you are practically divine in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very kernel of the universe. My touch for you are only equaled by my lustfulness, as I know that you can live up to every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to lie with the mystery that is you, and I want to assist you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"Selene, you are the one someone who has made me do it instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't understand how it's possible for me to experience this way, but I do empathise that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her close. Selene reached up and gently brushed her soft fingerbreadth against his cheek, making the loan-blend shiver.

"While you may stimulate been born of rage, I think there is one thing that you hate just as much as you hate malefic, and that is the idea of being alone."

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their lip together, kissing for several seconds. As the bosom continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limp, nearly making him jerking in surprise but also hum in joy at the softness and taste of her tongue in his mouth. Deciding to mirror her activeness, he sent his own glossa into Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the candy kiss, leaving his long forked tongue dangling in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body part left over from his Demon parentage.

genus Selene giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck opening."I just can't postponement for you to put that tongue to work,"she said tenderly before resuming the kiss.

After almost a minute of their sass joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her disconsolate bedchamber. inside, the solitary source of illumination was Baltoh's burning ring, casting dancing trace upon every open. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his dress, revealing the numerous scratch that pocked his sinew and the two horns shroud beneath his tough. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, genus Selene was wondering if it would pain and if this was one challenge that would beat out her. With his after part flicking like that of a cat on the Leigh Hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lips locked, he reached up to undo the buttons of her Theodore Harold White blouse.

"Be careful with those chela,"genus Selene whispered as he kissed her neck.

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the push button threads on her blouse with the claw on his index digit, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could admit a claw to it, letting her titty springtime innocent like airbags.

"Beautiful,"said Baltoh, in the with child mood of his life.

Selene laid her caput back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh hug and rub down the melon-sized mounds of flesh, physically inspecting every centimeter of soft skin, while of course being heedful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes baby, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue trace her areolas and his lips wrap around her set up tit.

He moved back and Forth River between her bountiful tit, wrapping his foresighted tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of uncovered skin. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings to the point that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her low-toned lip in jubilancy.

"Oh god, you're driving me crazy !"she groaned with her hand stroking the rim of her wet snatch.

Remembering back to his human past sprightliness in terminus of the moves of intimacy, Baltoh decided to move on. Lowering his capitulum, he dragged his branched tongue down her apartment belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely dire for it, genus Selene stopped him to remove her skirt and moist flip-flop. With her knees on his shoulders, Baltoh held his head just above the soft wet lips of her pussy, which carried the swoon scent of the soap from her last shower.

"Please do it, I'm mendicancy you,"Selene gasped as she squeezed her breasts.

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a flying lick that nearly made Selene jolt. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the lips like an appliance corduroy into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste sensation of her juicy interior. He pressed his sassing against the logic gate of promised land, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a stunner and could only use his mouth to escape.

Selene could not contain her groan as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her intact depress body shake up from the seventh heaven. Her call doubled in mass as he fully inserted his tongue into her pussy, licking her farthest profundity of her cushy inside and mixing his saliva with her succus. Selene basically had to prick down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual craze as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his back talk massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hired hand on the dorsum of his head, pushing his nerve deeper into her sweet snatch and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable discernment and slurped up her juice like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every hold out drop out of his piss bottle.

"Oh Baltoh, I'm cumming !"she howled as she arched her back like a gymnast.

Baltoh immediately felt an surge in the amount of money and taste of the succus that flooded her snatch hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste perception of her orgasm. The climax lasted for almost half a minute, finishing with genus Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing ponderous and her heart rolling around as if she was delirious.

"Best orgasm of my life…"She was only able to mutter.

Baltoh smiled and held himself over her, kissing her passionately until she was fully revitalized.

"Try not to split me in half,"she teased, kissing him back.

Baltoh did not answer, only smiled and gave the spry exhale of a laugh. Using his taloned hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his tool and slowly guided it to her William Henry Gates of Shangri-la, pressing the point against the moist, soft lips. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense anticipation, Baltoh slowly pushed his tumid putz into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

"Oh god !"she hollered as he slowly pushed it in, centimeter by centimetre, stretching her until she thought that he was actually going to split her in half.

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her puss, but after more than two proceedings for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a taut parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its broad introduction, Baltoh looked back and realized that his backstage had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breath, as she could have sworn the head of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottom of her heart.

"Not quite as romantic as I had hoped,"Baltoh said sheepishly, seeing the aspect on her face.

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of time to get used to it. But commemorate when I said that I knew that you would be capable to fulfil my every need ? You just further proved it."

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as potential, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden mass remotion. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a minute to brace herself for the next introduction. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussy, using her juices as lubricant. genus Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and literal sensation of sexual filling. Having buried his rooster all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to make vibrant sounds in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her swollen twat in a unmarried shot, making her groan at the top of her lungs from the recondite insight. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size of it, so Baltoh decided that it was finally metre to really impress. Taking the right position above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in long, unfluctuating strokes, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally move at a middling stop number, Baltoh let his dead body continue on robot pilot while he mentally processed the dissimilar feelings that his tool was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each protuberance, ridgepole, and fold in her pussy. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any infliction and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her fingerbreadth into his back.

As Baltoh's speed increased, he held himself higher above her as if in mid-pushup, silencing her moan as he kissed her and relishing the tactual sensation of her pointing teat moving against his bureau like figure skaters on ice.

Changing office, he sat up on his heel and grabbed genus Selene's thighs, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his upper. With each powerful thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his mouth as he watched her boob saltation and bun wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in X, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a thick gasping call as the school principal of his cock slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

tooshie him, Baltoh's fender were stretching and waving like sword lily and his buns was writhing like a decollate ophidian on the story, almost to place that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to last out on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking tail and gambol with it.

"Baltoh… darling… I think… I think I'm going to…"Selene desperately panted, trying to speak through the mind-jarring penetration.

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious social movement of her hands to her breast told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the more he could find his devil side of meat being energized. Specifically, it was his demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his font just inches from hers, all the while continuing to sleep with her like a machine. genus Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and sex aspect on her face as she felt the alteration in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant side taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and posit to it. She raised her head and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on babe, I'm so faithful to cumming, jazz me harder !"

"Yes my making love,"he said before giving one shoemaker's last sweep of her soft mouth with his tongue.

Moving his manus to her pelvis, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all 4, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his articulatio genus, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman focal ratio, slamming her snatch so hard and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms straight person, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw king that she was going to vomit. She could deliver sworn a sex machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

"Oh yes darling, just like that, you're so good !"she hollered in transport as he took her like a stallion.

tail end her, Baltoh was gazing at the rippling passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic applause sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his ramification and the base of his cock. The noise was so deep and cheering, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that speech sound would instantly have sex what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his prick, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside survey and gaze upon her tit, which were swinging like the round punching bags that Boxer practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a c mosquito sharpness, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking trembling pulsing through their bodies as their orgasms overcame them. Selene released a exuberate shriek that could shatter glass as her pussycat became oversupply with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roar as he shot jet after jet of come into Selene, filling her up to the point that stream of guck were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, genus Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a yawn semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch his breathing space. Holding her ending, he wrapped his arm and offstage around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a dubiousness, that was the gravid sex of my life,"she purred tiredly.

"existence that was my first time, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her hair as pressed his sass against the book binding of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

genus Selene rolled over and smiled."Yes, it is,"she whispered before giving him a single kiss.

There lips slowly parted and they closed their middle, wrapped in Baltoh's wing like a mantle. minuscule did they realize, that outdoor, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his recondite sleep by a warmly wet feeling around his cock. With a oscitancy and a tire hum, he opened his oculus and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful straits bob up and down. She had a coy look in her middle as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect Phallus. He gave a tired stretch and his smile grew wider as her flabby tongue slathered the shaft with her lips wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a fully erecting with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a whorl of her hair, measured not to excise her face with his acute claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her piano rima oris, pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another banal moan and his grinning widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his cock in her soft mouth with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for various indorsement, Selene took his turncock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her bountiful teat. The indulgent skin felt absolutely incredible against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

"Cum for me, baby, cum hard,"she purred, spitting again on the head and using it as lube as she stroked him.

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey current of semen across her breasts. With a coy grin, she smeared his hammer against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her breasts in his cum. Holding the giant heavy water system balloons, she leaned down and licked off the semen, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipples with relish.

"So delicious,"she whispered before he sat up and kissed her on the frontal bone.

"Good break of day,"he said, wrapping his weapon system around her.

"Good morning. How did you sleep ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amazing. In the pits, I always have to sleep with one eye open if I can even get hold a good place."

"With how hard you rode me, I slept like a rock. You know, that was actually the first-class honours degree blowjob I ever gave."

"Really ? I must say I'm that skeptical with the skill you used,"he teased.

"wellspring I've always practiced on banana for when I would come up the aright guy. Plus my topper friend Molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me arrow. I'll be good, I think I enjoyed it just as very much as you did."

At her Son, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was improper, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as clear as it was mordacious, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an hold in quad. He could sense energy in the air, both Archangel and fiend and immense amounts of them.

"Wait, something happened. I need to get extraneous, now."



Baltoh stood on the cap of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living room, watching the intelligence for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking respective deep breathing spell, sampling the vast cascade of spark and shadow vitality in the air. As far as he could say, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any polarity of battle or destruction, but the midst energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

"It's the weirdest thing, there are century of missing shell being reported and nobody knows anything."genus Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in anger, causing parentage to trickle down his chin."hoot it, just as I thought."

"What is it ?"Selene asked with vexation, leaning against him with her hand on his shoulders.

"There was a conflict last night, a big one. Whenever turgid identification number people go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and Hell faced each other and there were civilian injured party, a lot of them. There aren't any destruct construction or Crater in the city from finis Night, which means that the Angels have been hard at work, repairing the damage and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not indemnify is the death toll. lastly night, hundreds of hoi polloi were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the engagement, they are being reported as missing.

I should have sensed it ; I should take in sensed the fighting going on as if I were watching it from front row seats. Of all the clip for this battle to be waged, it was when I was the most distracted and focused on former things."He cursed, thinking back to the night of passion. With her center filled with sadness, Selene took her hands off Baltoh's shoulder and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an raging vocalization announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the same white eagle annex, but his seventh cranial nerve characteristic were much difference of opinion. While his tomentum was blond and cut brusk, he had several piercings through his pointed pinna, his supercilium, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Archangel and Selene paid no care to each other, as he was completely unseeable and inaudible to her.

"There is no point in hiding yourself, Gabriel. She knows about me and everything else. You might as well usher yourself,"Baltoh muttered, drawing Selene's confused attention.

With a swear, the garden angelica became visible, causing Selene to jump back out of shock and clench Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from heaven with everlasting amazement, now having someone to compare Baltoh too other than that brief wad of Abaddon and Rimmon.

"It's been a while, Gabriel,"Baltoh dryly said without looking at him.

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they enemies, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive force in the universe, one that he refused to mould with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest thing he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little Thomas More than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Inferno to track down these bastards down, and just when we finally call for your help for the first meter, you disappear on us ! This is why the early Angelica Archangelica want you all in, because you never make it very elucidate which side you are on.

And her, what the Hell are you doing with a human ? ! Do you have any theme how many law you've broken ? ! I shouldn't even be letting her see me but you've made that pointless now !"

"The Torah of your master mean value null to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least keep myself cover when I show up here. She is of no worry to you, so you better not say another word about her. I was busy go nighttime, so evidence me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his regard between them as the true statement became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this pillock or this selfish. A physical relationship with a human being fair sex ? ! You always make trouble when you come to Earth, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any idea what form of odium would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so a lot power with his part that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the oppressive weight of that single word.

"I warned you not to say another password about her. You would be wise to call up who you are talking to and just what I am up to of. Now what the Hell happened last nighttime ?"he ordered, taking the invisible weight off Gabriel.

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon ability and banqueting on innocent citizenry. They were far solid than saint and they were fast, causing huge sum of money of end to the metropolis while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each other, such a all-embracing attack would only produce fear and unify everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able to take full advantage of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a monumental abandoned storage warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their born size. Having spent the finish few hours eating and torturing be humans, they had feasted upon more than enough agony and veneration to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their mind still remained barely developed enough to talk and be orders, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mold their energy into daimon Art, but they could unleash their power in raw unfocused explosion, easily able of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is simple ; buy me adequate meter to summon Thomas More ogre from Hell. To do this, I need you to publish as much power as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the rite. Reign little terror, slaughter everyone, destroy to your middle's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and keep the Angels off my tail. Go !"

All but two Gargoyles released gleeful shrieks of bloodlust and took to the air to wreck havoc. The two that stayed would be guarding Abaddon in case any Angels or garden angelica discovered their location.



Michael and Gabriel stood on the edge of a skyscraper roof, looking out over the city. New York seemed particularly calm this night… or as calm as New House of York could be without a dimout. Michael had recovered from his accidental injury and it was as if he had never received it.

"It's been so hanker since I've seen this human beings, I never realized how a great deal it has changed,"Gabriel hummed.

"Neither did I. The Earth is constantly moving forward, while it seems like heaven and snake pit are always frozen in time."

The two acquaintance paid no attention to the third base archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same clean uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a indigen American, his brown whisker hung down past his berm, and on his face were legion tattoos ; a pair of annexe on his nerve and a hybridization on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to name a few.

"Everything is tranquillize to the North, all Angels are reporting silence,"he said.

"I don't know if that's adept or bad. I know the Gargoyles wouldn't act so broadly with us here, but I'm starting to remember that it's just a little too quiet. What do you call back, Raphael ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

"I don't know ; it's impossible to predict the military action of monster and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the metropolis, just as his friends were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the exact like spatial relation with the exact same formulation. minutes went by, and not a word was spoken.

A building in the length suddenly exploded in a geyser of pitch-dark flaming, throwing detritus is all centering and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the Archangels could even make a motion in response, several Thomas More buildings were destroyed in early areas, quickly turning into domino air of wipeout. down feather in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the explosion and saw the green goddess rising, even in the disconsolate Night. Was it a terrorist onslaught ? A Brobdingnagian orgy ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending riffle of reverence throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a retention roadblock around the metropolis ! Raphael, call forth the Angels to begin emptying ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

As Michael took off towards the close burst, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a spell, with the former raising his hand and the latter pressing his helping hand down on the ground.

"Angel Art : Fading dreaming kingdom !"Gabriel called.

From his palm, an invisible ray of light of ignitor up into the sky, eventually stopping high up above the urban center and airing outwards into a vast noodle, encompassing all of New York. From this decimal point, all world that resided in its quad would block anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her proximity to the supernatural figure.

"Angel Falls Art : holy man Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of brightness level pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the area able to hear him."All backer paper ! get the evacuation of humankind within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



"demon Art : Horror Obelisk Summon !"Abaddon called, slamming his down on the ground.

Moving as behind as a slug, a Horror Obelisk slowly began to rise from the ground. Having practiced with that first obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy manipulation required to convey Forth River non-sentient target into the man world from Hell, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly decelerate. The obelisk was the fourth of a group scattered across the city, just as a niggling power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be strong enough to even maintain their own against Archangels.

Once the obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took flight, heading east towards the edge of the city. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his precaution were unable to stray too far from their area of lineage where they had crossed over from hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only vitiated, meaning that they could affect at far greater aloofness. The farther they could get from the forces of Eden, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with sinful speed, they flew to the absolute demarcation of their roaming compass.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible spot to check his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his finger. This was the tangible test, summoning horror obelisk was one thing, but this was a unanimous other conference. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his powerfulness to its maximum level."Demon Art : conjuring Necropolis evocation !"



Michael soared across New York city with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the skinny line of products of burst. The push he could sense from the one causing the devastation was incredibly large, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his affectionateness, Michael prayed that it really was a demon, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could reach this level of power, than the situation was far worse than he imagined.

The edifice next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black fire, granting him only enough time to become intangible before dust rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without natural covering. Looking through the tempest of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature tune relocation of its kind.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving degraded than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to pitch an heartbeat killing. With supernatural reaction speed, the animate being turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its vim to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy place steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black whirlpool of get-up-and-go could be seen charging in the back of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the specialise shaft with his hand.

phantom energy streamed out from between Michael's finger's breadth as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be small fry's play, but the Gargoyle's power spirit level were off the chart ! With a recondite battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's rima oris, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a piss melon under the reversal of a hammering from the pressure of it's own Energy.

A gaudy boom suddenly drew Michael's care up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the lunar month. The soulless wolf opened its jaws and raised its nous, charging a Dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of duskiness in the beast's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing driblet by a fleet of planes.

"Angel Art : rosary chasteness !"Raphael called, coming to join the battle.

From his outstretched manus, several chains of prayer beads string of beads were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a monster weapon. The chains shot through the air like a frog's tongue and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more mightiness than piano wire, restricting its movement and ending the night Pulse before it could be launched.

"holy man Art : immortal Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the limit Gargoyle and charging a golden domain of light just past his fingertip.

"Michael flavour out !"Raffaello Santi shouted, a part secondment before the barbed tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The prat was quickly ripped back out before Michael could pitch a counterattack, leaving him incapacitated as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wing and then severed the rosary Restraints with shadow zip streaming from it's claw. The two injured Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their injury. Casting the Laying On Of Hands proficiency on the bloody hole in his abdomen, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural fastness, shooting off across the metropolis while suppressing their energy to melt in the night.

"tinker's damn it, they're fast, strong, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more powerful, and if we don't hold back them soon, they might even outdo Demon floor,"Michael swore with blood trickling from his mouth.

Both Angelica Archangelica were finally unblock of their trauma and regained their counterpoise in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The Angels are reporting that most multitude in the chaos region have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and hold back spreading destruction."

"We need to kill these bastards now, and we can't do it fast enough the way we are. As lots as it hurts our pride, we need to index up."

Raphael nodded and raised his hand."Angel Art : promise Beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire State Building, there was a bright flash of light as a Brobdingnagian crucifix materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten feet in diameter and forty feet in height, made of a ace piece of rosewood and decorated with rosary pearl. Dangling from the remainder of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical light beam was a crownwork of thorns. In the upper recession of the hybridisation, two enceinte Angel wings of light appeared without any forcible shape, like holograms.

A pulse of spark boomed from the hovering crossbreeding, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a dazzling atmosphere of big businessman, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive violent disorder. Following the lines of mushroom cloud swarm as building after construction was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to grade normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter magical spell.

The two Angelica Archangelica split up, chasing after different radical of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a chemical group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the measure of power they had absorbed before the attack and the nuisance they were inflicting. With a wordless virgule of his steel, Michael launched a crescent brand of wakeful energy that carved one of the Demons in half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon vine and set the two one-half ablaze with white flames.

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most mightily Dark Pulses at Michael, shooting enough focused energy to top executive the city around them for a week.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"the archangel bellowed, summoning Forth the ornate gateway of solid gold. The three gust joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his powerfulness enhanced by the crown of thorns above the metropolis, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

"holy man Art : Divine Smite !"he then called, pulling back his fist and punching the air.

The combined ternary of shadow blasts was suddenly dismantled as an unseeable shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blast was instantly ripped apart into million of bloody pieces as a wall of wind, public apart in terms of ability from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"holy man Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael plaster cast, pointing his offstage at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thousands of super-charged arrows.

The thunderbolt rained down on the street, each carrying as a lot power as meteoroid and shaking the stallion city upon impact with the undercoat. The surrounding building were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized volcanic crater were torn into the primer coat by the strike of each soul arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Raffaello Santi announced, pointing his paw at the fleeing group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cellphone speech sound tug fell down like turkey and managed to slam down on at least four of the monster with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as a great deal as the Chrysler Building, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windows in the construction shattered, the edifice themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved route and more than like a dry river bottom. The devil underneath were crushed to a blooming soup and mainstay of debris and bullet rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their wickedness pulses, trying to fool him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with ease, Raffaello Santi cast the Crusading lope turn and caught up to them faster than they could even process, ending their abominable life with sword slashes that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the metropolis, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to remedy the terms and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of citizenry had been killed in the crossfire, jillion needed their retentiveness wiped, and New York was practically in ruining. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a dark and booming jape as his while finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Inferno, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The unconscious process had taken huge amounts of time and energy, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a slide down ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal with an menacing presence. The edifice was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with trillion of symbols painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angels and saints, the colorful windowpane on the face showed beastly aspect from the cavity of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the different descriptor of torture being experienced by the prisoners. The door was guarded by two statues of satanic jackals and secured with six heavy chains, all with briary connexion. Up above the doorway was a pond-sized rose window, with each specify petal-like pane showing a picture of a human stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like normal cathedral, the ceiling was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-size and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their homo victim. The bell tower of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of daimon, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw away a lightning deadbolt. The Alexander Graham Bell themselves were ribbed like human chests and gongs within were shaped like homo skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a Canis aureus with bat flank and goat cornet crouched with the fires of sin burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to open, breaking the six Sir Ernst Boris Chain. Instead of a view of the interior, doors opened up to let on a vena portae to nether region. Normally, a Conjuring burial ground was used in snake pit as a means of a teleportation gimmick to bestow forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the spell. While it could not attend as a regular portal site between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in perdition in order to land onward multiple daimon at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the hepatic portal vein appeared ten Demons, each with dissimilar seventh cranial nerve feature article. The first had two butt cornet with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair but he had multiple small horns hanging down on his human face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his automobile horn were both broken, the quaternary had his automobile horn coming out of the recess of his mouth like wild boar tusk, the fifth had two long horns that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conic horns on his os frontale, the seventh ( and only female person ) had two hooked saddle horn hanging down over here eyes and long fatal pilus, matted with blood line, the one-eighth had two goat saddle horn like Abaddon but stood out with a large brand tintinnabulation going through his scummy jaw, the ninth had horns going around his headland like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his typeface was decorated with countless intricate patterns carved into his hide. Aside from their faces, all the daemon essentially looked the same, down to the shackle on their wrists and the armor-plated dame. Naming them in society of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

"Amen, gall, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Ishtar, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the human world,"he said with a drab laugh as he held out his blazon to his sides.



"Damn it. Do you have any clue what they were trying to accomplish with it ?"Baltoh asked.

"None. But one matter we are sure of is that Abaddon was not among them, meaning that the attack was most likely a distraction while he proceeded with some ulterior motive."

"tinker's dam it, that bastard sure knows how to conceal his track. I just wish we could get some clew as to what they're planning so that we could actually struggle back instead of just cleaning up their jam. This thing will never be solved if we can't make a preemptive strike,"Baltoh cursed, chewing on one of his claws.

"Another matter, after the fight, the people of New York began to go angry and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original storage wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that hypothesis was crushed by the measure of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to cite multiple repugnance Obelisks across the urban center to make his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached daemon levels."

"Multiple Obelisks ? ! He should have barely been able to summon one, and you should stimulate been able to find him long before he succeeded !"

"It seems that there is some caper to summoning on dry land that he figured out, something that made it promiscuous than before."

"Has something like this ever happened before ? A catastrophe on this M a scale ?"Selene asked.

"There have been similar disasters and outbreaks, but they are incredibly rarefied and never incorporated any sort of planning. This is dissimilar ; they have a mission,"Baltoh answered.

"They might be trying to build up their Gargoyles on Earth, Michael told me that Abaddon was able-bodied to engender them from the ira of a bacchanalia. But that doesn't explain his growing skill with the Obelisks."

"Is it possible that maybe the barrier between netherworld and ground is weakening ?"Selene asked, drawing the attention of the two supernatural beings.

"You two understand the laws of the universe far better than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand heaven and Hell like you two. But I did canvass theoretical aperient and I was a big fantasy reviewer when I was Whitney Young. I know this sounds pudding head, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between dry land and pit ?"

"As far as I know, such a matter has never happened. The barriers have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would need an anchor, something they could use to tug on this world and pull it closemouthed to Hades for the barrier to soften,"Gabriel answered, sighing in incredulity that he was discussing such matters with a simple human.

"What about hatred ?"she asked, slowly wrapping her digit around Baltoh's helping hand.

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the human race than now, especially in this urban center. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police force because the robust CEOs and corrupt bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only wretchedness, and every day, people are becoming crazier and more extremum. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if Earth, or the States, or even this city, is generating so often hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

"This is all purely theoretical, there is no way we can turn up any of this,"Gabriel sighed, scratching his head.

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to cross over so easily. One of them was able to defeat a human the same day it arrived, that's impossible with unconstipated summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many times have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the 10 of thousands, right ?"Selene asked with a very life-threatening tone. Baltoh lowered his bridge player and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Yeah, when I was trying to miss from the most brawny Demons in the entireness of Hell. Wait… do you really think…"

"That they are somehow able to harness Baltoh's Archangel big businessman ?"Gabriel interrupted with veneration in his voice.

"I can only hypothecate, school of thought is as far as we can get in this case. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into existence as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel powers. Could it be that the power of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each other like attractive feature, and your power to pass between dimensions is basically poking holes in the barrier between them ?"

Baltoh's breathing was heavy as he considered such a possibility.

"I got to say, I'm actually starting to care this fille,"Gabriel said.

"Could I really be to find fault ? Could this really all be because of me ?"

"If they are harnessing some sort of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their entree is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might possess started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be sure enough how much of your energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would bear summoned the stallion forces of Hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

Selene gazed at Baltoh and tightened her grip on his hand.

"I don't think they are just trying to sabotage the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a doorway through it, a permanent wave one that will link earthly concern and infernal region completely, and even drag this entire existence into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to type away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to mould as if goose egg was wrong while he and the forces of paradise continued their search, but she was finding it basically unsufferable to focus on monthly report card when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well come to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying menage and spending a romanticist and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the true up seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into body of work so late would risk sending her straight person to the unemployment line, but with how many the great unwashed were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to stimulate as many masses as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the fate of the world on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the couch. deep brown, coffee would fix everything.

"Oh ho, get back in here,"a comrade voice said.

With a smiling, genus Selene walked back a few steps to molly's cubicle. The blonde was chewing on the end of a pen with a coy grinning on her face.

"Yes ? Is there something you wish to tell me ?"genus Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.

"Oh don't drama dumb. You think I couldn't see you walking bowlegged from a Swedish mile away ? You're wincing so a lot with each step that it's like you sprained both your mortise joint. You and Baltoh totally…"

"Not here !"Selene hissed, grabbing mollie's manus and dragging her to the severance room, where they would get some privacy.

Alone in the break room, Molly turned to Selene with an ecstatic grin."point missy ! I need details !"

Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."best of my spirit,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the secret burst out.

"How was he like exactly ? How was he… ?"

"Like a entire, and I really mean an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a raceway static with a award-winner horse cavalry on methamphetamine hydrochloride,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the night brought Wave of hot arousal.

"holy shit ! No wonder you can barely walk without cringing ! Was he cunning with the cunnilingus ?"

"His knife was like an eel."Selene purred, already feeling her step-in moisten.

"I think I've fallen in love with this guy."

Selene gained a gratifying smile."I know I have."

Both adult female were suddenly knocked to the terra firma as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its origination. Molly screamed in seismic disturbance as the storage locker exploded and ceiling panels rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the grounds. Following the mind-jarring shakiness, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

"Son of a bitch,"he muttered as he stood up and cricked his neck.

"Baltoh, are you alright ? !"Selene asked, rushing over to him.

"Yes and no. I'm not hurt, but it turns out that ten more than Demons have managed to cross over. This day just keeps getting unfit and worse."

Molly looked at them in complete and double-dyed disbelief."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking finally night ? !"

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a extraneous guy, nothing else, I swear !"

"hoot it, Selene !"

"I'm sorry. Trust me, she knows absolutely nothing… at least she did before you came crashing through the wall."

"Are you really like a stallion ?"molly then asked, unable to recall properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

"darn IT Selene !"shouted Baltoh as he looked up.

Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After several instant of deep external respiration, he finally became relaxed."Well it's not like I did too often to hide my world, plus I can always wipe her memories."

He looked out the hole blasted through the building and listened to the sounds of battle.

"I have to go before more hoi polloi start dying. You get everyone out of the building."

Baltoh held out his handwriting and his sword materialized in his palm.

"Baltoh, wait,"said Selene, grasping his collar.

"Remember when you said you were so confused about how you felt about me and how I felt about you that you could barely fight ?"

Before Baltoh could even respond, she leaned forward and French kissed him, almost filling his mouth with her soft wet tongue.

"Are you still confused ?"she asked when their lips parted.

Baltoh just gained a surefooted smile and chuckled.

"I didn't think so, now go out there and win."

Baltoh returned the osculation for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran through the yap blasted through the edifice, rejoining the battle.

"Say, would you two maybe be interested in a threesome ?"Molly asked.

"Jeez, something must birth hit you on the headway pretty damn hard. occur on you small slut, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her Quaker to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female person daimon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Angelica Archangelica Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female person Archangel with a literally angelic face and foresighted scarlet hair. While her lulu would immediately land a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid teens, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five daimon were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

"It's strange that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR attack. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly fallible in this human being world,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her head that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her radiocarpal joint. Baltoh smiled.

"Well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very fair, sorry if I was caught by surprise. But don't worry, I'm back to full phase of the moon strength."

"We'll see !"he heard as the five missing Demons burst out of the edifice behind him, all with their weapons ready.

The crossbreed was completely tranquillise as they attacked, blocking all of their bang with his can and his four backstage without even turning his head.

‘ damn it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at replete strength !'Lilith thought to herself in horror.

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's backstage with all their strength, trying to at to the lowest degree attract blood, all while the daemon Amon bellow them tried to disengage himself from Baltoh's ass, which was wrapped around him like a straight jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his backside, instantly crushing the Demon in his handle as if his soundbox were a banana tree and sending profligate and minute of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his lead daemon wing, giving him a realize sentiment of the enemy to his down left field. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his sword at the Demon's human face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the speed and friction of the blast as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three demon quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged blades. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his hired man as if it were little Sir Thomas More than the dot of a optical maser Spanish pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the ogre towards him. Reaching out like a low temperature machine, he stabbed Lilith through the bureau with his hook, sending his hand bursting out of her vertebral column with her shattered pricker and shredded essence in his grasp and rip spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited rake, he chopped her headland off.

Baltoh tossed the slain fiend aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a giant battleaxe as large as a man. The bladed monster was swung with terrifying military capability, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his sword as if he were killed a moth with a flyswat. In a fluid motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

"demon Art : Wrath Of nether region !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal to Hell, a house-sized blackamoor skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flames from the darkness abyss. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its black forked tongue, secured on which was a knightly wheel, coated in bloodline with trammel in the corners. The trammel were secured to the rack with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the clapper of toad, the shackles reached out from the turning point of the rack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howl in pain as the apprehend dug into his human body and sent rakehell flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the all-fired single-foot and holding him in seat. Ghostly hands reached out from around the single-foot, holding the ends of barb wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The hired man moved back and Forth, covering him in bed upon level of setaceous wires and even threading them through his physique like a sowing auto, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to stiffen against him, and the hamper began to pull back into the corner, tugging on his tree branch. Mantus gave one final examination scream of excruciating hurting before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the steel of a meat grinder, spraying blood, broken bones, and liquefied physique sprayed in all centering like lava from an erupting volcano.

The inside of the black skulls rima oris was suddenly filled with tight flames and the tongue was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

"Retreat !"one of the daimon, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could abide by his own parole, Baltoh aimed his hand at him."ogre Art : chela Bullets !"

Firing from the lead of his fingers like poke from five simple machine gun gun enclosure, Baltoh's nipper shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The one C of keen fastball washed over Pan, filling him with more hollow than a dish sponge and ripping the life from him.

"Five Demons killed in less than five bit, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of gripe, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our entire design ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest volume possible, scolding the daemon as if they were young children.

"basketball team ! Five of you got your piece of tail massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might feature gotten bored and just decided to beat you to death with his balls !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the hammerhead that didn't plow his running and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"gall defended, drawing a bone scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even recognize if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the luck of success ! We can't even mobilise any more Demons, we used the last of the zip left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth between globe an underworld a few hundred times, there is no way to call for reinforcements !

Our luck were slight and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure that it comes down on all of your hind end ten faithful !"

"So what the Hell are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temples."We are going to lay low and make every homework we can. No more going out and picking fighting and killing citizenry, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to prepare sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to go for that the rite can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many betting odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring out trump carte before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the Saami as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the mankind around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'advance intercession, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like gumption. Through their natural process, the force-out of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudices in bon ton. Out in the streets, protesters were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and rightist psychos were bombing everything from Planned parentage to gay bars. It wasn't just in the metropolis either, the social war waging in New House of York was triggering similar destabilizations across the country and even across the globe, setting the human beings on fire and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her binding to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular phallus as if it were an exercise ball. Her titty were bouncing beautifully with each elevation and drop, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able-bodied to delve far deeper into her hot wet pussy than the first fourth dimension, probing new folds and niche and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already good repaired from the struggle, and Molly was unconscious in her apartment, having had her store wiped of the day's consequence. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the oceanic abyss erotic clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and house thigh against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moans, and the tincture of her bouncing titties against the far bulwark, cast by the illumination of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My pegleg are on fire and I'm so jade,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no regular human male would be able-bodied to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the rest."

Carefully holding her coxa, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a blowup wench and suddenly rammed her bruised slit, forcing his entire cock up into her trunk and making her sidesplitter in shock and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throbbing member up into her with the amphetamine and superpower of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her legs and making her curiosity how she would ever be able-bodied to walk ever again after such a hard fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and penis were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a auto, and both lover half-expected smoke to begin wafting from Selene's pussy from the stop number and friction.

Regardless of the unequaled throbbing, her dripping wet snatch took his rooster like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as soft and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the busty beauty was moaning in seventh heaven and rubbing the swollen rim of her pussy, barely able-bodied to tell when he was in or out of her due to the keen sizing and the incredible speed.

After almost 20 transactions, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to catch his breath. Still not satisfied, genus Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and forth on his hawkshaw, bending it as it flexed in and out of her slit. After the kiss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her breasts with gusto, savoring the taste and feel of her soft physique and the swollen shape of her nipples in his rima oris. As she moved back and Forth on his putz, he had his manpower on her perfective tense ass impertinence, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for various minutes until Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on honey, finish me off with that sweet tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his nerve.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curves of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched cunt, and of course her unaffected anus. Wrapping his subdivision around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equation to the statue of David and the human superior to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussycat like a dog in a earthnut butter jar, slurping on her juice with flavor and massaging her offend insides with his knife. While he pleasured her, her read/write head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the best cock sucking possible, stroking the quill with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other hand to massage his globe. On the level below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating feeling of her tongue, lips, and impudence.

Gently slithering through Selene's twat with his tongue, Baltoh was able-bodied to energise her in way that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the lowly poke or tremble of the forked appendage, he could make her whole eubstance dork in ecstasy and created a rising tide of her toothsome pussy juices. It didn't take often to take her over the edge. After just a few moment of eating her out, he could hear that signature orgasmic moan beginning rise, while suppressed of course by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to didder, giving genus Selene all the heads up she needed. Both lovers doubled their attempt, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his stopcock ceaselessly with her tongue and genus Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet tongue soothing her aching snatch like a big bowl of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's human face was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gates of nirvana, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of crave. On the former end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as potential without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally combust into a vent of come, flooding her throat to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating rooster out like an awakened coma patient pulling out a feeding tube and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her mouth was devoid of ejaculate but her stomach was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy smiling, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked eubstance cooled.

"You are the most beautiful affair I have ever seen, your body will never fail to mystify and invoke me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all former men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be able to hang asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your deputation takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. scarcely remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to repose for a few hour, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another osculation before he got dressed.

He was about to pull up stakes, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely retain her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memories that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."certainly, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time strait. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her tongue to hold open from speaking without her mind's license. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug insect bite that she could not stop scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past times ?

"That woman who knew your name back at the office, she's my friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a deuce-ace ?"

Baltoh needed to lean against the window, trying to retrieve his mental armorial bearing from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my heart to you, Selene, a fondness that I can't believe I even have."

genus Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading clean illuminate her nude body."I don't want you to have sex her, I'm not asking you to possess feelings for her. But making lovemaking to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a little fun and pleasure would help you with all that hatred in your bosom. I'm trying to get you to decompress a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be felicitous without beheading a monster. You are unequaled and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to give you the choice of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both delight,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will think out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an hollow alley, scribbling incantations on the basis in human blood that he was reading off a shroud of the pulp from a man's back. He was mumbling swearing as he tried to keep open reckoning of the symbolization and commemorate their specific order. There were thou of different symbol, all drawn around a ring that was a hundred feet in diameter and even stretched into the third proportion on the rampart of the construction on either position of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the nether region am I doing this useless horseshit ? I hate this spell stuff,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you valuable clock time and probably your life. When I first summoned a revulsion Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy equation needed to compensate for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this situation. These symbolic representation are the equivalence in a written form. Using this arranging of incantation, the spell will demand a fraction of the time and Energy Department it would normally involve without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equivalence, and then write it down for you newbies. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and shoot down you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an authority construction. Of all the archangel in New House of York, she was the young, being just over half a 100 old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his arms cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to babble out to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you believe I am, not just as a individual, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the entirely Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a cease-fire you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a incontrovertible strength in the universe, but you wanted to do more than scrap by my position, you wanted to experience by my side as well."

A gentle duck soup blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair flutter and Baltoh's burning nimbus play. Baltoh then leaned against the short wall lining the ceiling with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those geezerhood we spent in Hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newcomer archangel, a bright-eyed cub with dream of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help fall the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their numbers. Of course it wasn't that slowly and I was brought close to death more than times than I could consider. I remember it so clearly, falling to the soil, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a mathematical group of Demons. As I listened to them speak about how they planned to dishonor and pour down me, I tried to work a single electric discharge of vigor so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all promise seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a ace swing of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me recover my long suit, and taught me about netherworld. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my spirit. I could deliver left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how farsighted I had before they would notice my disappearance in Shangri-la, but in Hell, it was three wonderful years. I was desperate to come up out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a unity fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in dearest before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in decree for you to ingest ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to experience analyzed me, and because of that, you know me skilful than almost others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a exclusive kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two candy kiss in that building. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just fine on your own,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that near men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know slight but wrath, I know that it is a char's heart and thinker that must be unlocked in a family relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the condition quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original doubt ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a mortal and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his position and looking into the walkover the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft finger against the side of his human face."That's the matter Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an unusual person. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a individual, well… as I said before, you rejected me, think back ? I can't answer that doubt, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to chance out how a great deal I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the outset place."

Rosemary was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Angelica Archangelica and a daimon, a combining of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to life through dying and anger of millions of killers who slew evil in the name of Justice and sought that justice through murder. She on the other script is a vibrant and caring woman, who I imagine is full of love life and energy. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the reasonableness why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found Libra the Scales between the luminosity of Archangel powers and the darkness of daimon powers, your fondness is trying to find Balance between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the tactile sensation of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her lyric sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not evanesce as quickly as it does in snake pit, every day here on terra firma is a day in Heaven and a year in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for aeon with your someone filled with nothing but ira and a thirstiness for battle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that wrath go ? Don't you think it's clip for you to be felicitous ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : pay this woman what she wants. If she is truly bequeath to be open when no early cleaning lady would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and spread your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"postponement,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you desire ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one buss,"she said with a small smiling as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his back talk and silenced him."Just a single kiss, nothing more. Please, just let me know what it's like ; let me make out what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a inscrutable breather in answer. Wrapping her arms around his neck opening, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight Navy SEAL with their lips. For various seconds, their sassing joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a smiling on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare grinning and nodded before taking off, feeling much just than he had before.



mollie was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouth hanging unresolved and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glow deal wrapped around her head, using his mogul to furbish up the remembering that he had originally erased. Molly had no mind what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an eventide of motion picture. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a trichloromethane rag.

It had taken a spell for Selene and Baltoh to puzzle out up the courageousness to invite her and effort to retrieve her memory board for a troika, but after Selene ended the telephone call, she could feel her libido origin to shimmer as memories came rushing back like the juices of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more shake, she began recounting the floor of her first fling with molly to Baltoh.

At first he was skeptical and withdrawn at the idea of amour with this alien, intimacy itself still a mire to him, but as Selene described that night on the office floor with particularly lifelike detail, he could feel his own sex drive growing in strength and desire. Standing beside this cleaning lady, restoring her store, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curl frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the rattling cause why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small jape."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her eyes blow up Molly's figure, the image that she was intimately intimate with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. alcoholic beverage doesn't give multitude different personalities ; it shows a small contribution of who they really are. molly and I were both drunk off our rear and our true colors were played out and it seems some voice of me enjoys being with womanhood and some part of molly wants to rule me. Curled up with our faces between each early's branch was one of the most enjoyable times of my life, but regardless, Molly did take vantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grievance against her and feel nothing but the care of our friendly relationship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my society and take it as hard as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be well-chosen. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my liveliness and shown me a world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the stack and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosmarinus officinalis said : she is being this open up so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her lifespan, in her illusion, in her plans of the future. She wants me to be a voice of every deep iniquity secret she has, because that's how very much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth fill his heart as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her feet and looked around wildly, more disorientate than the Night she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the position of the tabular array as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The memory of Baltoh crashing through the office building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her mind like a strobe light. genus Selene's bright greens centre kept flickering up and down, holding molly's pretty blue devils and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to call back every point of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each indorse that passed by, mollie became more wild and confused, eventually coming to the full point that Selene feared that she was going to have a complete mental breakdown. Looking past molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a stony formulation. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his farseeing tail around her like a boa constrictor to hold her, taking the initial delight of feeling her physical structure. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely panic-struck and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making molly shiver.

"Molly, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral device vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his hand on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his psyche past her articulatio humeri and she nervously turned, looking upon his look and the calm/curious expression he was wearing. She noted the grayish cutis, the silver eyes, the burning anchor ring above his head, and the overall good looks of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his words, but not out of fearfulness.

From there, Selene summarized virtually of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from hell on earth, how he was born as a Demon and gained Archangel world power, his war with the military force of darkness and his bloody feud with the forces of paradise, what he was doing on dry land, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to keep her from asking further query. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on Molly's cervix and bare shoulder as he sampled her afters fragrance and the smell of her soft build.

He was starting to like this young woman ; he could find his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, Molly became less fearful and more anxious. The touch sensation of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeezing and rubbing against her body was replacing her original terror with sexual excitement.

"Molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island table and leaning against it.

Molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could deliver a tierce, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

mollie nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inch from molly's.

The aroused blond nodded a third time, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their back talk join and break over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could find his erection reaching its wax size of it and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her squirm in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the osculation with Molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hired hand on his buttock and slipped her tongue into his rima oris. Their tongues danced around each other while their backtalk met like crashing waves, all while mollie hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His long forked spit slowly reached out like a charmed snake, making Molly's eyes widen. He flitted his lingua between her rosy sassing and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with molly deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her bird, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's motility this to the bedroom,"Selene purred, feeling the unparalleled sexual urges from the night of the Christmas company returning.

mollie suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her foot and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his annexe into his book binding, he followed Selene into the sleeping accommodation and lowered mollie onto the bed, who was filled with both holy terror at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual excitement as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a whole step back as genus Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked mouth with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the other undress, taking off all her dress so that the two naked fair sex were pressed against each early. Without clothes in the way, Selene slid her paw down Molly's flatbed belly and began working her fingers between her leg, getting the soft picket lips as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged molly's breasts.

observation genus Selene and molly's tongue rub against each early in an anoint dance between their mouth, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own wearing apparel, instantly catching a hungry look from Molly as she laid eyes on his muscular erection. His tail swishing and jump behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before mollie. She spread her pegleg all-embracing to invite him and genus Selene moved her hand, granting him accession to the blonde peach's logic gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one last time that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing Molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his hanker forked glossa and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became fast and expectant and she bit her lip as the two tips of his tongue gently touched her soft form, taking an initial taste of her succus. Baltoh licked her a second clip, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and tingle in the teasing euphory of the jiggling extremity touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a shrill whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his glossa around and slope to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her button in style that she had never before experience. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to comprehend the pleasure that he was giving her. At her moans, Selene got up on her knees with Molly's drumhead resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her case. Molly hungrily took them with her back talk, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her tongue around the areola as if her life-time depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the heart endings with such dedication, genus Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the fond jubilation roll over while she flexed her fingers in her cunt, taking them out after every other minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"molly begged, releasing Selene's wet nipple.

With his face buried between Molly's wooden leg, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in replication, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would let been the proficient sexual climax of my life !"molly exclaimed, already glistening with elbow grease from the energetic euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her lip pressed against Molly's backtalk.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his cock, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her hands and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hired man around his penis, ineffectual to even refer her fingers to her thumb. She moved her hand back and Forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inch from her boldness. She slowly took the mind in her mouth, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and belief every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridge above the beginning of the shaft. Molly began bobbing her fountainhead back and Forth River, trying to see how a great deal of Baltoh's cock she could take with the tip prodding the back of her pharynx and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of jar from Selene's natural action. With about of the bed taken by Baltoh and mollie, genus Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her side, having just inserted her finger into Molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the fuddled opening, taking slap-up pleasure in watching Molly wiggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her mouth around it, sucking it unobjectionable. Taking the initiative, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her lips against her anus while inserting her tongue. molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's spit stirring her asshole and the wetness of her back talk mixing with the wetness of her closely anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's dickhead, genus Selene worked her finger's breadth in her cunt, often stopping to figure out the kitty succus into mollie's anus. When she did this, she would take away her lips and work her finger into the gang, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her finger's breadth and piss Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a white glob of spit nestled right the sensitive flexure of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, Molly would often look at Baltoh's shaft out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the promontory and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would smear his cock across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her mouth, where her head would bob back and forth as she would strike as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's turncock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the scape and headland slurping off molly's saliva as if it were the most Delicious Popsicle on dry land. With a affectionate smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her pilus, making her look at him with love and happiness in her oculus. She took his cock out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took gravid joy in licking off Selene's spittle.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs banquet. mollie reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a tenacious and passionate kiss to read that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the content. With a smiling, he sat on his cad and put it swagger right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasance and painful sensation as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her back and grip the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his tool lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the hips and began driving deep into her with long brawny thrusts, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the required stop. Beside them, molly was fingering herself and pulling on her pap, staring at Selene with invidia and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the natural action, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her grimace in the Saame way Selene had rode hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed mollie's glorious ass and gorged herself on her kitty, making the blonde have to run over on all fours from the paralyzing undulation of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his wax pep pill, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a car, making the bed creaking like a room fully of rocking chairs and genus Selene's tits bounce and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over genus Selene and she wrapped her wooden leg around him while he sucked on her breast, all the while fucking her with powerful baseball swing of his pelvic girdle. His knife-like barbed tail was jerking and whipping the storey from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at molly's round ass less than half a foot from his expression. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his mouth against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his rima oris. From the incredible arousal in her puss and bastard, mollie was moaning in delectation, gyrating her coxa while Selene feasted on her delicious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her prick with the cheeks rubbing against his face, loving the nullity taste.

"Oh god !"mollie cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the point that she thought that she would fall apart like a home of add-in.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to bar defeat as she experienced an anatomic earthquake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, Molly dismounted Selene as if her face was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the Tour De Anatole France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the back talk of her pussy. Selene sat up, her side and hair wet with molly's succus, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the smell that filled their mouths.

"Oh please lie with me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, genus Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his rooster pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his empennage, he picked up Molly as if she were as wanton as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his cock and guided it to her kitty, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her articulatio genus just to get on top of it.

Molly pressed the header against her lips and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size of it. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her howler as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to process the vast shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to turn her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy expression her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a cutter kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his brass. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work out, probing her cunt with his tongue and working his lips against the entrance. With her hale body shakiness, Molly began shifting back and Forth to the slope, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the turncock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a prospicient and aristocratic kiss. Their glossa passed their back talk and began to swirl and wrap around each early, forming glistening threads of wetness between their sass. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this military position, the more gumptious mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to bear a few in of bouncing.

beholding that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to conduct it to the following grade. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juice off his face."Make her thigh-slapper,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned mollie around on his cock so that her cover was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her toss off, making her scream in pain like the first time. He lifted her up with rest, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled Molly back down onto his rooster. She screamed again, this prison term with some pleasance in her voice. He lifted her up a third meter and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a grin, he began moving her like a elephantine fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little feat. It took her a while, but in clip, she began to consume immeasurable delight in the insight. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, mollie was rubbing her kitty-cat in bliss, which was stretched to its inviolable maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her naked body.

holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own soundbox, jabbing up into her like a plunger so quickly that his chunk sack was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's shrieking and groan were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging sound. Her eyes rolled back into her top dog and her organic structure became limp as she tried to treat the intense sensations blasting through her venous blood vessel. Baltoh's hammer was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her legs were completely asleep. This was humankind beyond any make love she had ever received with a man, and her torso could barely get by with the dynamical pound that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The gravelly slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to hold on to becharm his breath. He lowered molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's mulct. I kept a skinny eye on her forcible and mental State to cook sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any factual harm. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasm she experienced. It's basically a sexually rush raptus. It's completely harmless, her brainiac is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, Selene licked her brim and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her admirer's essence off his cock. After slurping up every drop cloth of slit juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his humanness as if it were a coin-operated drive. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her pussy like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten second, mollie began to stir, waking back up. Hearing her humming of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of mollie, rubbing her breasts against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in delight and her eye bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside Molly, Selene kissed her cervix and rubbed their naked trunk together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, have intercourse my cunt. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussy didn't clout away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slide his rooster between her house ass cheeks like a red hot in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft human body as he diverted the head back into genus Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of Molly, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a rubber circle and her oily succus dripped into mollie's cattle ranch ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth River, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could stay fresh grinding his rooster in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main outcome and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire prick into her hungry slit. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with firm brawny strokes, Selene couldn't break herself from moaning in ecstasy. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut nude body rubbing and jiggling against hers, molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's redress baby, have a go at it me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold and excited.

After a few moment of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to mollie, pushing his glistening dick into her deliciously piano pussy, using the wetness from genus Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so trade good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full speed while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and Forth River between the spooning women, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the other. As they took go being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their bridge player and touching themselves, though with Molly having her back to Selene, she had to mostly meet herself with rubbing her own kitty-cat or fingering her fan's asshole.

"Please, let me suck up it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umptieth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her admirer. Desperate as a go prostitute, molly turned and tried to puzzle out Baltoh's prick, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"Molly whined.

genus Selene smiled and pressed her sassing against the tip, leaving a large ball of tongue. molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her supporter's saliva and vaginal fluids as if her spirit depended on it. While mollie blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her mitt and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loanblend bit his lip in nervousness as the meaning hit him like a smack from a wet handwriting, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his putz in her. But while he was filled with doubtfulness and the last matter he wanted to do was cause the woman he loved any forcible discomfort, her quarrel did give him an easing warmheartedness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no Trygve Lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did desire him and love him.

Molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her time to provide the two lovers with some quad. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a tune of kisses up her back and along her shoulder and cervix, making her purr at his spot."Are you sure you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how much I love challenges. Any pain I will feel will be my visitation in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the binding of the ear and then sat up.

"delay, let me help,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass face and stretched her prick with her middle finger's breadth. Convulsing her cheeks, molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a small flow flowed down in between the dampish lip of her twat. Taking a late breathing space, Baltoh pressed the pass of his putz against her oiled whoreson and slowly tried to push it in. Immediately, he grunted from the tightness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the oral sex in ; it was like trying to fuck a rubber lot for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, molly was spitting every glob of saliva she could pucker onto the head of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his dentition and carved a tenacious go in the flooring with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his turncock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. genus Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slack down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the difficult part was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly promote forward, mm by mm, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the compactness while mollie supportably spread Selene's ass impudence. She also tried to soothe genus Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her naked flesh, and even working her fingers between Selene's legs.

Time passed, the minute of arc on the genus Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each in, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limitation that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her buttock as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be entitle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore pharynx.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower dorsum, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the enceinte stack stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to overstretch out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his head inside, he came to a hitch and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her read/write head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to move slowly, Baltoh could finally take bank note of how good her anus felt. While her twat had not nearly been as taut and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all English equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more raw fit.

burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this time pulling it back in a one fortuity. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's dick, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that feels so beneficial. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a delicate kiss on her backbone and stood up, unable to fuck her on his knees due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a slow up and steady rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his humanity. Standing up over her, he was almost jump as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long behind stroking, turning her hums into moan of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, molly was behind her with her case buried in Selene's exposed twat, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a firm rate and the flat was filled with the sound of Selene's ass slapping against his thigh and her glorious moan of pleasure, both from the anal incursion and her best friend gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old household as it struggled to handle the downward sweep of Baltoh plunging into genus Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speeding and was slamming her asshole with such velocity and power that it would forever be as loose as a pair of sweat pants. genus Selene was giving a constant screaming of mind-numbing euphory, having lost all flavour from the waist down except the sensation of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her consistence convulsing as dateless sensations shot through every character of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as hitch as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his stopcock from her anus, which was gaping assailable and refused to yield to its original size. He pointed it downwards and mollie hungrily took it in her sassing, deep throating it and humming in joy as she sucked off the flavoring of Selene's ass. She eventually spat it out, leaving it with a thickset coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to bonk my ass just like you fucked hers,"mollie said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a moment to rest. She deserves to feel as estimable as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all fours, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass brass and pulled the ring undefended so that Baltoh could spue into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't trouble, it won't be as intemperately as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a aphrodisiac wink.

Baltoh gave a well-worn grinning and got back on his human knee, moving over to her and pressing the head of his cock against her SOB. Gritting his dentition against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly nasty, she had been right when she said that she was promiscuous than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her bellow were mixed with shrieking of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two min, much faster than with Selene. Gripping molly's coxa, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in intensity while his upper slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the same splendid clapping auditory sensation as he fucked her like a dog, making her riot at the top of her lungs in pleasance and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum speed. genus Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smiling on her side, and the unparalleled love life in her eye. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking mollie's asshole so toilsome and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid motion, all while Selene gently ran her hired man across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly loud cry as Baltoh gave her a thunderous coming. Baltoh slowed down and came to a check, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping volcanic crater. molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't arrest out much recollective. My stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my sexual climax,"he panted.

"Funny, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousand of age, but a match char from globe can will you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her friend."molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each early ?"

Tired but more than uncoerced, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd love to."

With molly to his rightfield and genus Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two cleaning woman moved closer to each other, interlocking their peg and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's putz between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two fair sex began grinding the lips of their twat against the ray of light, and Baltoh's breathing became dense as the soft skin rubbed against his peter in a way similar to a hired hand job. Just the mental feeling and the image were as good as the forcible experience, both for him and his lover and sexual conversancy. genus Selene and mollie were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his turncock against their swollen pussies, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their smooth thighs rubbing against each early, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick current of semen shot out and up from the head, far more than any steady human sum. The white spring covered Selene and Molly's laps, basically glazing their cunt in sperm cell. Staying pressed together, Selene and molly slowly scraped the semen off his cock and resettled on his legs, scissoring to the point of climax as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seminal fluid sliding between their unruffled wet pussy and the sissiness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two fair sex separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their pussies as if it were chocolate syrup. After every lump was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his sides like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most pleasurable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in tired arrangement with their faces buried his bureau. With a grinning, Baltoh sat up for a present moment to let his offstage extend from his body, them wrapped them around the women's defenseless consistence and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so happy we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always set up and athirst for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small stretchability and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't invite me too often,"Molly then said.

genus Selene opened her eyes and looked at Molly."What's unseasonable ?"

"aught. I would love to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in honey, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together most of the time, and this isn't a human relationship for three. view me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond beauty and licking Baltoh's semen out of every quoin of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your intact lower body is completely dull and you don't think you could live on getting fucked that hard every day of the workweek, but I also know that you truly miserly that, and I thank you,"said genus Selene after she pulled away her back talk, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the brow and then Selene on the rim. Kept warm by his organic structure heat from their raw trunk pressed together and the blanket-like offstage, Selene and mollie slowly drifted to catch some Z's with their legs wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his breast. With a grin on his face, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hr later in the middle of the Night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the Lapp stance, their naked bodies feeling incredible against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his concern were not needed, as they were so deeply asleep that they didn't bustle in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his feet, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the cover over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's naked bodies, their pap were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his body. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping womanhood. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could mount under the screening with them and hang asleep with their au naturel organic structure pressed against his, but after the first night he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New House of York urban center when there were now six Demons that could move at any time. Even with the Archangels around, the death price would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the whisker out of their faces, smiling as he admired their lulu. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed them each on the temple, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his aspect pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest calendar month of his life, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple time, he and genus Selene would get together and reenact that honeyed passionate Julian Bond. Baltoh could not get enough of genus Selene's flawless soundbox, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her perfumed soul and bid affection. Selene was very interchangeable in that heed, in that nothing could ever appease her desire to turn on and wet-nurse Baltoh's mesomorphic shaft. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being intimate with Baltoh was turning her into a wild vixen, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a demon in the sack. She just couldn't function without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their eubstance together in that loving forcible bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as often prison term as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about genus Selene's by and trying to learn as much as he could about the fair sex he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as lots as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a retiring to verbalize of, she instead asked him about things like doctrine, story, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the cogwheel in his brain turned. She also asked him query about the universe and Hell, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the battles he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his computer memory from life-time in the inferno. There were also interrogative about his action on terra firma, as when genus Selene discovered just how much collected meter he had spent in the world of the animation since his nascence, she found that they had a lot more to spill the beans about than she thought.

He also got to drop time with molly, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its variety, caring but platonic. With genus Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With Rosmarinus officinalis, he had learned to be a teacher, and with molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to read what it meant to socialise. Then of form there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for threesomes, her hunger for Baltoh's peter and Selene's kitty-cat bringing her to the apartment a few prison term a week. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and Molly with her, as if her humankind was complete.



The six monster all stood around a small campfire of man bones from their last repast, deep below the city. All eyes were on Abaddon, the daimon first appointed to be in flush of this project. Only he could make the determination for the next stone's throw to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would succeed or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle psychological disorder out on the outskirt. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug freak passed out in an bowling alley, only to have his attention drawn back to Selene's flat through the plume he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could smell heavy fear and nuisance, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another threesome with her and Molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the emptiness of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so practically power that every window in the construction lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the automobile were yanked into the air like fallen leave, essentially turning the infinite behind him into a blizzard of spyglass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a raging frown as he honed in on genus Selene's apartment, his sword in hand and his dentition and nipper sharpening in his cult. Whoever it was that dared onslaught Selene, he would make them suffer the tortures of Hell a 1000 clock time over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment edifice had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to piece and the rampart shredded with claw marks. genus Selene was gone and in the center of the apartment lay molly, the life history torn from her tortured body. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the center of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a chivalric torture wheel, her wrists and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless corpse, his eyes wide of the mark and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst distortion of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his dear friend and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that board was more than he could stick out. Her stallion pelvic part had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvis was crushed into sliver and her branch were barely clinging to her dead body. Her second joint as ass impudence were riddled with bite marks and had chunk ripped out of them from when the demon decided to taste her piano flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick all-fired strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless torture to make her suffer. Her fingers were broken and her weapon system were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barb conducting wire. Her brain was barely connected to her dead body, her pharynx having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow ogre sperm. Her cheeks had been ripped unfastened, most in all likelihood by accident when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her palpebra had been cut off so that she could not blink and the eye themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. Last but certainly not least, her cheek was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by demon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless consistency, holding it tightly."I'm so regretful, I didn't mean value for this to happen to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet soul,"he murmured with his impertinence pressed against his forehead.

In his core, the flavour he had developed for her were now like poison in his veins as he mourned her pass. However they did it, the daimon had tortured Molly far longer than the sign of Selene's danger had been felt. to the highest degree in all probability, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a fiend enchantment. Everyone in the flat building had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been capable to stop the daimon, but they would experience been an vexation and an interruption. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in Hell as a legion of homo psyche, he could well imagine the pain sensation she had experienced and the excruciation in her screams.

Baltoh's care was suddenly pulled from mollie by a tintinnabulation sound. Situated on one of the toilet form the island mesa, Selene's telephone sat two time away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the harshness through the line without even holding the phone. Trying to save his biliousness in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a terrific while of applied science that these humans have invented. The ability to sing to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your decease stock warrant. For dragging genus Selene into this, I will make you put up more torment than all the prisoners of pit across all of account. I will visit more bother on you than your worst incubus for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain in the neck that Molly went through. I will read no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his articulation icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girlfriend was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to bring up she served as a good case. But red cent, she sure could take a turncock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts overt like rotten melon. Hmmm, delicious. But the scoop part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million thoughts that race through your psyche in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the threats if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my shadow so that I can feel that body of hers, and boy, it sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her boldness as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breather."What do you want ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few time of day, we shall relieve oneself our movement. Not only will you stick out of our way, but you will also keep us secure from the forces of heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel Falls and Archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so much as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my associate and I will drop every indorsement of our lives tormenting this little bitch in way learned straight from the Masters of Torture themselves. She will have more than any man, be or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep on the Angels busy, because if you fail, Selene will look at being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in stock for her."



The sun slowly rose with a smart fortunate red spook, giving Abaddon a maniac grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographic center of New House of York city, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby bowling alley, genus Selene was tied up with the empennage of Abaddon's last remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the snap kissed her naked flesh the same way Baltoh had as well as mollie, who's dead body she had stumbled across in her demolish apartment. Her brass was streaked with tears at the frightful sight of Molly's bloody butchered carcass and the tactile sensation of horrific helplessness that flowed through her vein like ice body of water.
She had woken up, her bed vacuous, and Molly's apparel still on the floor. She got up to look for her admirer, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the feeling of her soft skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat niggling late-night bite off her breasts, and instead found her best friend and tribade fan nailed to her island table, getting her innards ripped out and eat up by four Demons while the one-fifth raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her handbag on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feather and lively Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy petty jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her groundwork and crapulence in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the end of her admirer and praying for the man she loved to fall save her. She wanted to yell, to call out for mortal to serve her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a sound, he would cut off her tit, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a mystifying breath and stretched. The metre had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the background, casting a enchantment and sending out an energy sign his companion to do the same."ogre Art : horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy tier, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the aspect. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the website but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a granitelike expression on his aspect and sword in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the hellhole are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his steel to his incline.

growl, Michael materialized his steel as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the Demons'side since the rootage !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at rosemary, who had a very strain and guarded look on her human face but curiosity in her eyes."No, I am not on the daemon'side. They are holding the woman I love, and in paying back for her safety return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not reserve it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human being is not worth the whole world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his blade diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a kid swinging his instructor's metre ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his sword and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the heart.

The sword burst out his rachis and Michael vomited a huge splatter of blood. The other Angelica Archangelica stared in shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade unblock, tearing out strips of Michael's anatomy that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with stemma streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how dedicate I am to saving genus Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his sword to spatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key points where the symbols had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"Demon Art : hell on earth abysm Summoning !"



"Angel Art : holy person Beckon ! All Angels close in on the six Demon positioning, stop their spells at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to contact all the Angels in New House of York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : crusader Cathedral summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby edifice shattered as a new structure was built in its office, a monumental duomo built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windowpane of the 1000 Christian church were all colored and ornately arranged to constitute collages of saints, made with inhuman acquirement and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gem. Above the keen oak doorway was a rose window, made of glass amalgamate with gold and silver medal to work a sun surrounded by stars. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in affectedness of supplication or Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in hand but resting with the tips on the primer coat, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a clay Dove, holding an Olea europaea outgrowth in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the hoi polloi in the street and nearby buildings fled at the pilot structure's collapse. Slowly, the doors opened and Angel streamed out, confused at the sudden modification of scenery. The Crusading duomo worked on Angels in the same way the Conjuring Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of existence to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this casing, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the prospect of the conflict.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."angel Art : rosary Restraints."Countless chains of rosary string of beads were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not give and attack the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to proceed Selene safe, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to hold back him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to ruin the land, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to vacate the duty beset upon us, so let's stop arguing and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each cause equal in worthiness !"she said with painful resolution in her voice. Holding out her hand, rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more sagacity. You will hold aught against us and we will support zippo against you. We fight with purity, using only our blade, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with little movement. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a stealthy attack from rump. With his cheek downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a rich diagonal across their stomachs and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the primer, rosemary quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her flesh and dress stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his bonnet, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our regard ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'rosemary thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : Halo saucer !"she called, pulling a chain of halos from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"Demon Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized tomb marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the thrown halos. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and diagonal from Gabriel as if he were moving in deadening motion.

"fiend Art : Dark Shackles."From the alloy band around his articulatio radiocarpea, various bladed chains scud Forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so a great deal shame when you have shown no waver in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you sweep over us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three solar day ?'rosemary pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of Feather Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his annexe, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with Andrew D. White flame streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defenses to block her flak, deflecting the strike with a work-shy swing of his sword, still keeping his boldness cast in dark. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his sword was burning with Patrick White flaming, increasing the penetrating office so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the solid musculus but unable to go in yesteryear the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impingement but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosmarinus officinalis with a black sphere of energy charging at the tip of his claw."daemon Art : wickedness Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dumb eruption of shadow energy that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her build badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the cadaver of her outfit. ‘ Why do you picture remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us happen upon you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to parry our flak or punish yourself ? Do you even make out ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the brand from his hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical furrow down that sliced off his offstage, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and unable to exert his aggrandisement, Raphael landed in the street in a syndicate of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the incline, spotting Michael trying to pussyfoot away to go stop Abaddon. With his manus limp and clammy, he pointed his finger's breadth at him."Demon Art : pincer Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini gunman at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar shell as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor heater and finally riddling Michael with hole, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate repentance !"Gabriel shape, finally breaking free of his straitjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the figure of the spell, a car-sized wooden cross fell out of the sky, straight towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square on the top of his headspring, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her human foot, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so tranquilize and anneal, your burning hatred under mastery and compacted like a wiz. Now it seems like the heat and might is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only Nathan Birnbaum. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so very much anger in your nitty-gritty, so very much hatred ?'

With roars of purpose, she and Gabriel shooting towards Baltoh with their swords burning with white flames, desperate to deliver any wound. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head to try and cede a violent death hit and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his brand to block Gabriel's onrush, but before Rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his hand, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a gaping mess in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of newspaper publisher and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raffaello Santi limped over to help oneself them with their combat injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their great power storey one lowest time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their brand. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and ticktock him.

yowl in both foiling and purpose, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, gear up to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountain of lineage filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a ace nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the tummy, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their scurvy bodies. Their torsos cut open and unable to take the air, the Angelica Archangelica once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on Death's door. Unable to break free of the rosary Ernst Boris Chain that held them like piano telegram, the gang of Angels could do aught but watch in horror and apprehension as their leaders crawled across the priming like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four belligerent grouped together, desperate to come up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every fight we ever had just been a secret plan to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up rake from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the front end, he gets us with his sword. Attack from the position, he blocks with his wings. onset from behind, he lashes out with that damned ass. We can't even beat him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Sanzio muttered, holding his glowing hired hand between the two halves of his trunk and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injuries on us, so I always assumed our major power layer were actually confining. But now, he's going for descent. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to affair.

rosemary slowly got to her human foot, having healed herself just enough so that she could stick out up, but was still using her hands to go along her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us numb, we wouldn't have even been able to pull our swords. He just wants to keep on us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and fighting for the fair sex he loves, the one woman who can truly charter away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounding, Michael stood up without turning to his acquaintance."I'll hold him off, you three hunt that Demon down and check his design. There is only one way I can even give birth a chance of matching his strength, just make for certain it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will occur if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face up Baltoh without his sword."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's out of the question for me to traverse that any longer. But even if you're potent, that doesn't mean value I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his left wrist.

"Angel Art : final crucifixion ! daemon Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh called, clapping his handwriting together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the crosses were summoned, the magical spell did not fully activate due to Baltoh's control. A Brobdingnagian skeletal hand then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your prayer beads chemical chain, I swear on everything between Heaven and Hell that I will stamp out them. locomote your hand an inch and I will induct the crucifixion for your brothers and their decease will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the lady friend, so I will dispense with her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the Archangel hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the garden angelica all sensed the demon complete their go. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal to perdition. The target they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with engravings of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flame. The oral cavity of the cauldron were actually portal vein, leading heterosexual to the Lake of ardour in the center of Scheol. They were normally used as an environmental vantage, where the castor would rive their opposition into it and incinerate them in the hell. However, they would all dish different determination on this day.

In the core of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his revulsion Obelisk began to glow and sent out a wafture of morose zip like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the beginnings of a tsunami, having no affect on the urban center itself but supercharging the snake pit Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldron all shot geysers of red region straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with sinister cloud and the sun became obscure as if there was a solar occultation as the cauldron changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into Hell but instead sending them out.

fencing of red visible light and hellfire shot out from each caldron, linking them to each former with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York City with the horror Obelisk in the center and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the traffic pattern's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the humanity as the pack of Hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between earth and sin like a cookie cutter. Across the orb, masses were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New York was instantly incinerated in the rampart of Hellfire. Even the water flowing in an out of the urban center was vaporized on physical contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to bump, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to campaign Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The garden angelica quickly followed courting, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the initiatory to arrive at the repulsion obelisk, followed by the Angelica Archangelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow monster. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as grim as twilight, the demon were no longer invisible, scaring off any citizenry who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its tail, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the tightness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any preindication of trauma or injury.

"What the underworld have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"sin, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this metropolis, we were able to subvert the barrier between existence and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this metropolis is slowly go down, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets correct between them, it shall be obliterated and the true door will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the metropolis from Hell. You should say goodby to New House of York, because it will be a part of ground for only another two workweek, and in a month it will be obliterated and a reliable inter-dimensional room access will be opened in its billet. This city is essentially a hot ember on a tack of theme, burning through and creating a pickle that can not be fixed.

If you want soul to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving number and pieces of his zip from jumping between proportion were we able to create a portal stable enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no estimate how many eons we had to waitress in Hell to gather sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his eye downcast and was staring at the ground with bloodline dripping from his clenched fists.

True to Abaddon's words, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the dry land by the G, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in battalion so dense that they looked like pillars of skunk. They immediately tried to fly out of the urban center, but were ineffective to pass the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the wall of red region. Until the portal vein was truly opened, the forces of nether region could get into New York, but they could not exit and neither could humans get in. Following the forgetful pawn, monster began to appear by the tons, laughing at their impendent freedom as they began feasting on the citizenry of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the Inferno abysm, you will not stop the appendage. The door has already been carved, now we just need to wait for this city to sink between universes and spread it up. There is no way you can stop it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instruction. You promised me you would return Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning at the stake like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is disembarrass to go. take in back your weakness."

Upon the bid of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her base and released her. Nearly falling to the solid ground, genus Selene stared at Baltoh with extensive optic as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Same state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their arms around each early, holding each former tightly as they each breathed in honeyed relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in clip. I'm sorry I let this pass to you and molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just happy I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her brass in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a manus on his berm and was face to fount with Michael, who had a much lenient expression his expression."This is a English of you that I have never seen, this char has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your resolve to present these Demons. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a grievance to settle after this, but I think it's clip for us to finally wreak on the same side."Michael then walked retiring Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his rarefied smiles on his expression."So, if my information is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of difficulty, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a monster. However, you made one black flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so firmly getting support, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the monster and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding rays of lucky Light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the center of the visible radiation were grand of Angels and dozens of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New York and ready for battle. The armies of paradise landed on the roofs of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to safety device,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her sass against his once again.

Even surrounded by devil and saint, Baltoh allowed himself to revel the osculation, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing time being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a snake and burning with Black person flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was impending just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and ogre stared at the two lovers. With encompassing eyes, Abaddon looked up at a devil standing on a nearby building. The savage was laughing as it drew another javelin from the book binding of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a two-timer.

But while the Demon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with apprehension."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as blood began to pour from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind ineffectual to action the sight of her wound. Her whole torso shaking, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of black flames flared up and began to consume her. genus Selene shrieked in pain sensation as the flak ate away at her with unbelievable speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no subject how much business leader her put into the magic spell, her frail human body was the perfect tense fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could bushel her. He clutched her tightly as the calamitous fire moved out in all management, reducing her organic structure to ash in s. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soul as well, meaning that she would cease to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"genus Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to verbalise but his vocal cords failed to work, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouth hanging open as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her rim against his before the smuggled flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole dead body trembling and air refusing to accede or leave his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise hybrid lowered his shaking mitt, scooping up the ash tree that had once been the cleaning woman he loved. He stared at the black pulverization in his palms, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his finger's breadth and two streaks of tears ran down his font like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a mystifying breath and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a pattern volume, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and bedspread across the world. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the infernal sky and their prayers as the howling reached their ear, so saturate with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knees by its weight. The speech sound was so heavy, so mournful, and so dreadful, that everyone who heard it could literally experience Baltoh's infliction in their own hearts, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New York, all the humans were ineffectual to resist as the sadness in the Baltoh's howling hit them the knockout due to their proximity to him, and all the Angelica Archangelica fought with all their might not to drop their swords as Baltoh's pain sensation assailed them like an electrical shock. Even the ogre and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and painfulness transmitted through the speech sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howling came to a occlusive, and the unharmed cosmos fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the flat coat, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as broken chalk suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the city simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eye were turned on Baltoh as cranny began to appear in the ground around him. In a great crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A illumination tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his face downcast and hidden by his punk. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like birds passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the layer land, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You lowball my love, my exponent, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in shadow but his eyes glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning aureole began to elevate, floating five pes above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the annulus, a tremor ran through both rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosemary shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in front of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in place like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any other, his most brawny technique. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Archangel trying to lessen the Gargoyle population in perdition. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like power it unleashed,"rosemary said, answering the Lapp question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a magical spell so powerful that it has no public figure and originates from neither light nor swarthiness. It is potent enough to efface the Masters of Torture and Titans. Even the Hell Princes are suspicious of its power !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to whirl like a gyroscope between the tips of his wings

"Every time he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the operation. It is a jet of pure energy straight from his psyche, the collective hate of every intent that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of power that puts Archangel and Demon spell to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning ring increased in hurrying, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of ira and frustration with tears streaming from his place. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a sphere of brightness level with energy streaming forth in ambient waves.

"hoot it Baltoh, you'll destroy the worldly concern if you use that !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"I DON'T caution ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulse, he released the Ne blast at Abaddon and his chemical group. It was so shining that no one could look directly at it and the kick threw every Angel and garden angelica behind Baltoh back. Its diam instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred feet panoptic before it reached the repulsion obelisk. Using the Shade play charm, Abaddon was just barely able-bodied to get to base hit as the blast obliterated the other five Demons, the Obelisk, and everything else in its path. The clap continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, daimon, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the flack soared past the fence of hellfire and Mae West out across the landscape, growing prominent and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the Earth, the planetary breaking ball took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and higher instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the time it had cleared globe's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few land mile and was shooting through infinite as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her groundwork, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a blast to maximal mogul in just a couple instant. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this clock time at a slightly lower angle to the northeast. Just like the first, the second neon blast instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal fastness, growing to be a hundred time wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The bam carved another massive cicatrix across New House of York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower Angle, the blast basically dove into the sea, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northerly Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending gargantuan tidal waves in all directions as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land peck in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating cicatrix on the Earth's impudence before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first time, Baltoh fired his third blast immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the attack, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly seeable in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like cypher would happen, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom clouds appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the moon itself was split in twain, having been carved in one-half by the blow with the two one-half jettisoned by the resulting blowup. Every body of piss on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational instability, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's magnetic core. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across vast stretchiness of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other holy person and Angelica Archangelica combined their king and cast a repairing barrier on the synodic month, trying to put the two halves back together before the impairment to the Earth became lasting.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and daimon hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright stripe engulfed unnumberable buildings as it grew, and while most of the devil were able to dodge the blast, various remaining single and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The gust washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw big businessman.

He began charging his fifth blast, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so much pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the cosmos was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape painting, but Baltoh didn't care, he just wanted the pain to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the feeling of balmy work force pressed against his buttock. A pair of glowing whitened Angel annexe were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his point and his wings fell slack. His completely body trembling, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her passive smile and all the making love in her eyes. She was wearing a ashen apparel and hovering over her fountainhead was a favorable halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my heartfelt sweet-smelling Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could sustain come back sooner, but it took fourth dimension to become an holy man. God stepped in just in meter to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kisses.

As their sass separated, a stinging pain stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal amount of destruction he had just brought forth for no reason. Gripping his headland, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knee joint with crying falling from his eyes as he considered all the innocuous people he had just killed. genus Selene crouched down and wrapped her subdivision around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still animated and I gave into my anger. I killed all those citizenry because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be backer and sent us here to assist you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their rim separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted mollie, leaning against a lamppost with a smiling on her typeface and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the little vixen had gotten into paradise.

"It was just a misapprehension that anyone would own made. You are not a fiend, just a man who was blinded by his pain in the ass and his beloved. Besides, you have the hazard to salve as many life sentence as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her os frontale against his.

"I'm so sorry, Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The retort lovers suddenly jerked as all of New York City began to shake, experiencing a massive drop-off in elevation. Descending an inch every second, the city began to fall off into the satellite. Rising up from the perimeter of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional cakehole in the globe, a dome of black fastball formed above New York, separating New York from the satellite physically and visibly while it sank deeper and recondite, descending five invertebrate foot below sea layer in a 1 minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of Department of Energy but wide-cut of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the fiend and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the urban center or going back to nether region to plan for the succeeding plan of attack, and the military force of Heaven were still trying to repair the lunation. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can mouth for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the site, and no longer were the Angels or Angelica Archangelica hiding their being. The way was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chieftain of police, all the garden angelica, Baltoh, Selene, respective Angel, and multiple human representatives for the citizenry of the city.

It had been 24 hours since the door had been established, and a state of exigency had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking detail. The metropolis had sunk so far into the ground that it was surrounded on all position by wall of stone in a shaft going down more than a mile beneath the aerofoil of the planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant well, but with the metropolis painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New House of York, every administration was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American governance worked to stay fresh it a hush-hush, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the center of it all bed covering. Currently, US force-out were surrounding the impenetrable dark noodle of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the land tried to estimate out a way in. Anything they used to try and happen through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. null could get through, not even sound, brightness level, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outside Earth, power and running water were lost, and source were responsible for any light still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and despair, multitude outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water, and saying their prayers. police force were working without residuum or respite as the breakdown of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The lodge had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get arm if they could or join together with hoi polloi who had weapon system. This was going to be a genuine war, and everyone would have to fight. The endure twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to amend the equipment casualty inside and outside of the city, and blessing every weapon and bullet that could be found. While the holy objects would not be solid enough to take out a Demon, a goddam shotgun shell would be decent to blast a pickle in a Gargoyle's chest and pop it.

Finally, the opportunity to get along together and begin planning had arrived, and the violence of heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would last. The legions of darkness had not yet made their movement after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in hellhole that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said Rosmarinus officinalis,"even though we can turn over through dimension and that dome, we can not bring any humans with us. We can name people intangible asset though contact, but we can not transfer that kind of exponent to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the last obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this shaft, but without holy person powers, they can never penetrate the slope or that noodle, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of Hellfire around the city is only about ten account high, but this Harlan Fiske Stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional sac, a bubble cutting New York off from the humankind. Angels can sink through it, but human and demonic forcefulness can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this metropolis from being incinerated by the globe's core.

Long story short, evacuation is not and option, we can't reach the outside world, and supplies can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"Well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the hoi polloi who want to fight but can't ?"mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with Angel Falls to act as safety device to the multitude,"Raffaello Sanzio said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the angel will terminate them. As for the fiend, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most in all likelihood capital than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this difference,"Baltoh said."Whether we can fight off the legion of demon and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from ground completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to overturn the physical process before then."

"to the highest degree probably the source of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't work,"Michael cursed."The forces of Hell outnumber us a grand to one in damage of hero. If someone is a particularly avid reprobate, then Hell will become their dwelling house instead of their prison, and they will connect the legions of keep masters that torture the other residents. They are known as the evildoer, and these are the real hardcore SOB : the life-in-prison guy cable, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, serial Orcinus orca, serial rapist, and all around sadists. These are the single that survive netherworld and don't just crumple into ash and later go a part of a conglomerate that forms a fiend. These guy wire are evil enough to go Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malevolency of human and you have a incessant deluge of metrical unit soldiers, not to mention that there are far more ogre than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to face the entirety of underworld, their population is as slow as a dying star. If I were to take on all of Hell, they would just moisten over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm impregnable enough to face up them all."

"That means that we have to try and get another way to override the procedure,"Raphael said."The daemon were able to spread up a doorway with only human being emotions and spell, so hopefully we can come together it in a similar way. We just need clock time to number up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno Abyss caldron in the five corners of the city, so we might be capable to reverse the summons with a Hope Beacon in the middle of New House of York where the Horror Obelisk was placed and five Shangri-la Lanterns where the master copy cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only able to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger and negative energy, basically it was a monster weight on the framework of outer space and time. We would get to make an equal and inverse affect in society to even have a chance, and even then, it would probably only swear out as a fire hydrant in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough prescribed Department of Energy if we combined our top executive or one of us broke a rosary chain,"rosemary suggested.

"The forces of Hell would flood the city with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of netherworld beneath us with the pain and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and garden angelica down here to lend his or her long suit, there is no way we could defeat the malevolent miasm of sin. As herculean as it is, even breaking a prayer beads mountain range would just be like fighting a timberland flaming with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to parcel out with this ? The humans, I mean,"the chief of police force asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and stay our sentence until we can come up with a way to reverse all this. As for the people, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to contend, just make sure that you get your arm blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the way with genus Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary Ernst Boris Chain ?"genus Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a out technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the rosary chemical chain that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable encouragement of mightiness, one that is very brief but brings them up to my stratum of might. The Demons have a like move where they can break their shackles, however, both move result in death.

A few devil in chronicle that broke their bond, but only because they did not bed what the cost was. As I said before, Demons absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of amour propre. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a total of five moment, we were on a completely flush playing field. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the cosmos of archangel, God puts a seal on their idea, which forbids them from committing that sin of self-annihilation. He did it after the Tempter's rebellion. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even adequate to of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the waste urban center, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. thick pillars of smoking were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn to the ground, since the flame paladin couldn't afford to neutralise any water. The black lineage were barely visible against the rock walls of the shaft New York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a matter of time until that firm careen would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off urban center but unable to impact it.

Was it possible for the citizenry to survive ? To rip together and fight this terror ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to treat everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to rest or regain your specialty,"she said, wrapping her fingerbreadth around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of scathe to make up for. I made a huge error that took a lot of animation and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to rue for my sine,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to term with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Weird to reckon that I am deadened, especially when I think about how distraught my sept will be. mollie is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her thinker of the legal injury caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is enough to nearly drive her insane. I would sacrifice anything to be able to help her. I just have to hope we can outlive this engagement and endure in heartsease. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be heedful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be conservative. I don't think I could bear to fall behind you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the ship's boat kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to relieve some of your strain,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smiling on her face. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the metropolis like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his troubles and concern, replacing them instead with making love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his hind end around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few min of soaring, they settled down in one of the city's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like ghostwriter. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no mansion of habitation. With a coy smile, Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a grin as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to establish my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you remove me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her boldness, admiring her unique beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grin, Selene stepped back to the ft of the bed and lowered the strap of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to pull the apparel down her hourglass trope, but it was caught and refused to move. ineffectual to suppress his jape, Baltoh suggested she forswear her folded wings.

"I'm still not used to these affair,"she said sheepishly as the Angel annex were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the offstage gone, she fully removed the attire and undergarments, letting Baltoh facial expression upon the gorgeous ebony form that drove him wild. Her bosom were still like melon vine and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her stomach was still as categorical as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her hips had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as looking glass and as soft as the ears of puppies, and her ass so tight and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the room while still rippling after a skillful smack and would put a Brazilian striptease to shame. Between her smooth thighs, the lips of her slit were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her trunk as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her Creator ravisher and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her horseshoe and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all foursome and granting Baltoh a perspective of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her nous on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the period that the conclusion were curled up against the bulwark."What do you think ? Do I look like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an backer,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely body. He started first gently kissing her foundation, then ran his brim against the back of her shins, then took his time in licking her fluent thigh with his long forked knife, taking in the scrumptious taste of her soft peel. All the piece, Selene shivered and purred in cloud nine from his teasing jot, driving herself angry in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his shoulder and his face just column inch from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entrance to her gate of promised land. Selene gave a soft coo of foreplay as Baltoh provided vast measure of stimulation and sensations through the smallest and clear of speck, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his mouth against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his signified of taste with her scrumptious succus, licking up her essence like a dog with an evacuate peanut butter jar. genus Selene gave a strident hum at his touch and ran his fingers through his haircloth, squirming in joy with each moving-picture show of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her maidenhead with his tongue, checking to make sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a genius, using his tongue to tickle and stimulate every sensitive nub and tizzy in her torso, bringing her to her first orgasm in disc time and making her shout out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his unwritten tour of Selene's consistence, spending a few seconds to overlay her soft still belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. Careful not to chafe her with his chela, he squeezed and massaged her breast as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender mettle endings. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her right nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum neat and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in delight.

He then moved to the forget pap, painting it with his clapper with the same free energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the middle of the Nox by stirring. The mouthful of her nipple was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the material body and consistency of that erect nub drove him wild with luxuria, and no subject how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey right on her mammilla, he moved past her knocker and began kissing her collarbone and her sonant throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the pinna. He then kissed her respective times on the cheek, once on the ear, several fourth dimension on the os frontale, once on the nozzle, and then on the sassing, where they maintained that link with an undying rage, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on sister, rock my globe,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel eubstance is different than my human body. From the man I love, I can find no painfulness. There is nothing you can give me but endless bliss. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the brim of her waiting slit without his hand. As he slowly pushed the headway into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as easygoing and wet as her backtalk and with that perfect tightness : wanton enough so that he wasn't stopped, but sloshed enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his stallion stopcock into her in a bingle jab and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a shaking groan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single hint of pain in the ass and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even key how trade good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the same individual,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

Making trusted his handwriting weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the wallboard behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't bring it, I'm going to go unbalanced !"she howled as he slammed the deepest corners of her pussycat with the power of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her pegleg and lifted her coxa and Baltoh crouched over her on his knee joint, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every prison term his sinewy member was plunged into her inviting pussy, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his heading and kissed her, licking the turning point of her mouth while his bollock sack slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched hollering from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new Angel consistence and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal surge on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to unhorse her, thinking that she had reached her demarcation. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his hawkshaw into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her soundbox back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her breasts jiggling with each stone and her breathing heavy from the strain on her implements of war and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his capitulum back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hour she had spent in the gym working her human physical structure, Selene was able-bodied to keep the position going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't assist her out and cradle her with his derriere. With the wall broken, her one-third orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several minute of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief twain of metre, both with ship's boat smiles on their faces as he ran his finger's breadth through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her lips, she got up and removed his rooster, sighing in alleviation at the spate being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forward very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass impudence, clenched between them tightly and moving the pelt as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to fuck my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel Falls that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

wrap her finger around the shaft, she pressed the bulging nous against the mob of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the English of her sphincter were opening up like a pharynx taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dingy,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the loan-blend's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her boldness turn of events in the awkward pleasure and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every recess of her dickhead, sending shivers throughout her torso as if he were poking her spinal corduroy with the head of his dick.

"baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic region.

"Then fill me up, but don't nebulizer it all, because I have a extra surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in roach, getting his rooster to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass impertinence and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top focal ratio, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his testicle ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's wow of transport made it all worth it as his thigh slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a fervidness extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so practically force per unit area that they almost jerked from the balloon-like expansion.

"Oh yes, I love your hot cum inside me,"she purred as she moved up off his shaft, which was struggling to stick erect.

"I made indisputable I held back half of it. What's that extra surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his tool slowly returning to its prime quantity, Baltoh sat at the bound of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful angel took his stopcock in her mouthpiece and began bobbing her capitulum, slurping up the mix of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his top dog back and grunted from the wet fuzziness of her sass as she worked her clapper and cheeks against the pinnace hide of the nous, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her look. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her rude D-cup breasts together and dropped a taste of spit between them, using it as lubricating substance as she rubbed the two inflated pitcher's mound of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her chest glistening with saliva, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him mess up his total consignment from not just the notion, but the persona and mental realization.

With her titty held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an ineffable titty-fuck. As the sarcoid H2O balloons moved up and down the spear, she had her face gloomy and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the scratch as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricating substance to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a hour, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his pecker so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several thready flow of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into genus Selene's mouth, across her aspect, and bathing her breasts in a pool of lily-white slime. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his hard-on gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her boldness and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."faith me, I was never this wild with the son, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a short daemon inside of us, and you sure be intimate how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."Come here, get some rest. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and keep patrolling the urban center for when the military force of hellhole make their move. Besides, I've gone intact years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can fool me. ejaculate here, I'll keep watch for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his extension as he moved under the covers. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you promise you won't declination asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll stay awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the early side of meat of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her question on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his pectus.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his torso drained of both energy and semen, Baltoh had no difficulty falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thou of Gargoyles, all bursting from the dry land and gathering above the city like a swarm of toxic gas in the for the first time engagement of New House of York. Working together to counter the army of iniquity, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal Wave of igniter, slamming into the Gargoyle horde and slaughtering 100 of beasts every min with their flux big businessman. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her ending by at all prison term when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's torment, she refused to stay out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all saint, she had no sword or magic spell with which to struggle, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unnamed radiance that allowed her to shock and incinerate sinful creatures on contact. Even without having ever been in a real fight or even a martial arts object lesson, she was able to shoot on the Gargoyles with miraculous accomplishment, having been reborn faster, warm, and smarter as an holy person. With holy free energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would hide Gargoyles with individual poke and kicks that would burn right through their physical body. Whenever she was wounded, she would back out to heal her hurt and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to pieces like blade of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber fastball, he zoomed through the crowd, carving lots of Gargoyles in half every second gear with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with swell numbers of enemies all around him, his death enumeration was reaching its usual identification number. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting Pisces in a barrel.

A boom out joke drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a Demon with two jumbo tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in strawman of the ogre and grabbed him with his tail end like a fly landing in a wanderer's web. With a powerful jolt of his quarter, Baltoh crushed the ogre in his clench, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen closure by compartment had besieged the consistence. He then whiplashed his derriere, discarding the physical structure and splattering off the blood.

John L. H. Down in the street below and in the buildings, humans with blessed weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from cloak-and-dagger. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could push and had the guts to press were facing the military unit of Scheol with blame pry bar, nail-bats, butcher knives, and firearm. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing measure of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and screams of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Saami way that they would carry. However, the battle was far from in the human's favor. The Gargoyles were lively, able to stay fresh fighting after multiple gunfire injury to the pectus, not to mention that they too had a long-range flack in the form of their miniskirt Dark Pulses. The streets ran red with line of descent as people were tackled and torn to shreds by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living material body with gusto.

In one power building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a grouping of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a pack of cheetah sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and tears running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicle he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to impart five mystifying gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate deadly quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to seize him. Taking aim with his scattergun, he blasted the behemoth in the face with a load of holy duck shot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a twain of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the plurality while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his back was to the paries and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of stall, the man discharged his last empty shell case and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to save his hands as calm as potential while effort dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the carrel aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the starting time casing and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a screech passing his lips, the man discharged the evacuate casing with a Yankee-Doodle of the fore-end and fired, blowing a trap in the creature's chest and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to detain alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four round, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the induction. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its retentive forked tongue swinging from position to side. Discharging the empty shield, he took aim and fired, only to hear a subdued clink instead of a loud bang. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an back street, a 19-year-old female child was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny tool into her frail trunk with savage king. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her pussy was an identical hole of tear up physique, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming daughter was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled police officeholder. Sitting in a puddle of filthy water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one concluding scream and stretching, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its nous and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell deadened to the side, its cock was removed with one final painful tear. With her lower torso almost ripped apart and tears streaking her face, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would serve her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a devilish smile and a throbbing erection. Releasing its claws from the paries, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too sinewy to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her boldness, she whispered a subdued excuse to her kin, put the gun in her oral fissure, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted smutty steel with blinking wheels and rotting carcase nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed mountain range, secured to the eat collars of slaves from Hell, each with shred for vesture, rail-thin consistence, bound arms, and iron masquerade party. Riding in the chariot was a monster with black armour, a lash of pure fire, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unholy speech ravaged their psyche like slug ant chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their bones, rip their flesh, and booze their blood ! The women will squall as we rape them ! The nipper will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for dying as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them know fright, and let them get it on Hell !'

"Demon Art : necropolis Of The Damned !"the Demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of gravestone of all sizes and soma burst out like Marmota monax, destroying the roar and coming up with enough power to thumb cars. With a dull roar, bony hands with greenish-black color reached out of the ground as the Sinners of Hell entered New York, each grave accent spitting them out like snakes from a pit. Swords of black steel in hand, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the opportunity to finally bring in carnage to a real human city after so many old age and inferno. existence truly evil souls, they had lost their human body and descent in tandem bicycle with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the infantry soldiers of Hell.

police force motorcar and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the route with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no time in ordering the undead malefactor to halt, the police officer formed a wooden-headed barrier with their cars and all opened fire with shooting iron, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy place lead down upon the skeletal system. While they were unaccented than Demons in terms of magnate and they were made of merely bone, they proved to be quite springy to the heater. The skeletons were made of a far unassailable material than just calcium-rich cellular telephone, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organ to know, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

yelling swears and praising the Devil, the underframe broke rank and charged towards the line of police ship's officer, swinging their sword above their heads while they ran. The finisher they got, the more damage they received from the military officer's smoke, fracturing skulls, breaking off tree branch, and snapping spikelet. But while they were falling like Antoine Domino in the fray, their impulse was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police force while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing place on the roof of one of the SWAT vanguard, an elderly garden angelica clapped his work force together."holy man Art : Heaven Lantern evocation !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female person Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid atomic number 79 lantern. A smart flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vivacious display, the ignitor of Heaven shone down from the sides and onto the army of the evildoer. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to harbour themselves as the Inner Light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.

The devil commanding them shielded his eyes as locoweed billowed from his pulp, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of defeat, the ogre cracked his fiery lash, causing it to grow in length and shoot forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a furious maze, the Demon yanked on the grip, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble Angel Falls, sending vast piece of music of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his brand in helping hand. With a bellow of confidence, the Archangel brought down his sword with the exercising weight of a 747, pulverizing the daimon's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously explode into cloud of dust and distorted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following respective sinister crash. Great column of smoke and dust were rising into the air as building collapsed, due to the effect of hell coming up from justly beneath them. These were a new threat, peachy underframe that towered at over two hundred substructure in height. These dark-green osseous tissue behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the solution of C of Sinners joining together into one entity, exchangeable to how Demons are born.

However, their size and bodies were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual John Barleycorn that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the evildoer were included, resulting in an amplify beast that was not dense enough in its evilness to gain ground a bundle Demon body. However, while they were not quite as long-lasting as Demons and they lacked the power to use trance, their full-sized Dark Pulses and colossal bodies allowed them to cause vast amounts of destruction.

With their red optic gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly knock-down iniquity Pulse, launching the dense black laser into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of edifice, blooming into massive explosions that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raffaello Sanzio zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could hold him, charging his power in prep to demolish the unholy abominations. Spotting his attack, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the roof of a tall apartment building and sending bricks and bend metal raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : God Almighty Smite !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted, reached the Bleak's nerve and delivering a herculean kick.

Upon contact, the behemoth skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine mine, spraying shrapnel in one focus from the mightiness of Raphael's bang and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of Eden !"he cast with his binding turned to a Bleak charging a Dark pulse rate. The opprobrious beam surged out from between the frame's jaws and was deflected by the gold logic gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"holy person Art : immortal Ray !"he called once the good time was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful balance beam of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little effort, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist and sliced off its hired hand. The Bleak roared in painful sensation and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a Dark pulse rate. Before the blast could be launched, Raffaello Santi shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the brand down onto the undead wildcat's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest of drawers and acantha as if his sword was 50 feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raffaello Sanzio looked up as the split parts of the skeleton began to class, detonating the half-charged wickedness heartbeat and shattering the entire body in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Angelica Archangelica to fight the inundation of Gargoyles coming up from netherworld. The orbit they were rising from was just a monolithic gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the jillion. All the Archangels were firing Divinity ray of light into the Black geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the Feather Arrow and Claw slug spells, essentially turning his consistency into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the personal effects of his spells, blood and butchered consistence parts fell like falls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity beam of light of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, tens of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure spring. But as powerful as the forces of Heaven were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and sinner, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the garden angelica would have to leave and go face a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the ceiling of a nearby building, genus Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get by Baltoh and the archangel. She was surrounded on all sides but her self-assurance in her newly acquired fighting skill were gamy. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its chela barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy energy, and delivered her strongest punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon vine under the blow of a pound. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its shoulders with the white atmosphere wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and right side, giving her no chance to give up counterplay. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon character reference. The gang of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her plumage glowing with blessed world power, she spun around with her backstage full expended and carved them all down like the vane of a helicopter.

Standing at the boundary of the roof with a prominent crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drop of awe in her heart and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of battle, she had a extensive smiling on her facial expression from the physical elbow grease and the feeling of the elbow grease on her cheek. This fighting was resonating with her ; the truthful life or death challenge and the hazard to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely bear her happiness at pressure she could feel and Energy Department within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, genus Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two division flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to move. Stretching her wings, she gave a mighty thrust against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The nether region savage did not see this coming and were caught of sentry duty, giving Selene the chance of a lifetime to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the contraband creatures with her glowing offstage, one of them managed to land five declamatory cutting across her shoulder joint. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her grin grow in savageness.

"perfective, it's no fun without a short something to compensate for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its nipper in relish and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its fag end and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the beast off its base and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the environ Gargoyles like bowling pins, her wounded arm ached from the stress, but the endorphin spate it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the pain made Selene's warmheartedness race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an industrious one, like a hyperactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the fauna hurtling off the construction and taking away all of Selene's symmetry. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So empty-headed she could barely conceive, Selene fell back into the arms of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a prospicient osculation while the engagement around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to terminate his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of screech.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly alluvion and clapped his hands together."saint Art : Roaring Clouds Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle alluvion, a great clap of white clouds surged outwards like a gas detonation, spinning in a dense vortex with holy energy crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The storm consumed the demonic spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poisonous substance gas swarm. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"trade good, now we can focus on former areas. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud roadblock. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of Hell and postulate us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to didder the city !"He hollered. Hearing his admonition, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just minute before he released the unfathomable blast.

The Ne electron beam exploded from his doughnut, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the swarm roadblock blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's calculation had been correct in the intensity of the blow, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with acid. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from hell on earth to try and get to New York, basically carving through their drove like a jet of hot water through ice. various million Gargoyles were just killed by the flak alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional vacuum, finally striking hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New House of York to the breaker point of near city-wide destruction, an explosion was set off in sin, be to more than ten thou hydrogen dud. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New York and hell on earth, engulfing every entity that had been trying to hand the metropolis and killing them like insects under the vehemence of a flamethrower, sending their death toll to the range near ten digits. From every opening carved into the metropolis, a mainstay of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The metropolis became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental armorial bearing and fig out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take precaution of the subsister and then repair the terms,"he called out as his halo returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New York's hospitals, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stay awake with a torn windpipe and jugular vein. His work force were glowing with cat valium DOE, repairing the damaged faster than New medicine ever could. To the sound of the generator hum in the basement, doctors and nurse struggled to keep people awake with dim lighting and disappear resource. Every hallway and elbow room was stuffed with beds, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged combat injury, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to deal with it themselves or hope they could receive an backer to assist them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the masses who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing quick attention basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and pauperization of supporter, the medical staff worked feverishly not to rot prison term or attending by asking the backer questions while they helped be given to the wounded. For every doctor and nursemaid, there was one holy man using his or her mightiness to heal someone, and the demand to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the macrocosm, or even personal interrogation was overpowering. Here they were, the answer to the bang-up questions on Earth, but just as they would open their back talk to utter, a cry of painful sensation from their patient or a sudden spray of blood would drag their attention back to the matter at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angels had a standardized nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more curiosity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Heaven, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were cipher. Even though he had never killed any of the personnel of Heaven, his Demon half and his unstoppable strength in struggle made him a terror, while his Archangel half and his drive to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the wound in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. wellspring over a one C Angels were arriving to wait on in the healing outgrowth, signification that he could finally take a recess. Even after firing a rage good time to end the struggle and not resting after having healed almost three hundred people, his DOE degree were still fairly high-pitched, but his judgment was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing genuine support world lose their lives in such awful shipway and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his psyche for a few second. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the way out with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his heart widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous look on her face.

"molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the bulwark, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as meddling as you are. To be dependable, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a support person would understand me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such self-assurance that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problem don't matter and you don't want give anyone else the tot up essence. But we are booster and I want to help you. I want to spend a penny you happy. Any weight unit you have to persuade, I'll carry with you."

mollie turned to him with a sad grin on her boldness."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a deep breath."The job is… I was too scar to fight. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even genus Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those ogre did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the maiden piazza, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is nothing awry with being scared, especially for individual in your attitude. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would accept froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just expect you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those whoreson did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her golden haircloth, and as his fingerbreadth grazed her impudence, she burst into tears and sat down on the floor, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to call back of something to say, something to take her feeling better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see all the fiend standing over me, laughing. Every meter my mind wanders, I remember the pain in the ass I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, ending her gasps.

In the corner of the roof, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get drag in up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to order him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a looking of warm pride on her cheek, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human body, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to sway. Your body is completely untouched ; naught has been taken from you. The only trace of your pain in the ass lie in your own retention. All you have to do is reckon forward to the future and bury the past like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can get along to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their dupe, you are an angel, and you have the greatest chance in the world to commute everything and get-go from scratch."

Molly gained a humble smile of peace on her face as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her inwardness swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the prison term you need, do whatever you need to do to be at ataraxis. If you ever want to crusade, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the clock time in the human beings to sort things out and you'll always have the sustenance of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I parcel a bond as well."

Molly was silent, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his hand and lifted her chin, looking into her gloomy eye and trying to get her to speak."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me feel better. Make love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you surely ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken precaution of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful dreaming,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be life-threatening ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their hands run across each other's eubstance. Baltoh was gentle at first of all, waiting to feel molly's arousal strive its heyday before showing any form of aggressiveness. When he was certain that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the exit and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her entirely consistence quiver and her ventilation quick and shoal. This was the 1st time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the rampart, Baltoh continued to snog her neck and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the touch of his brim and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his hood back and running her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his prospicient tongue between molly's lips, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tooshie and carefully cut the lacy strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to pull down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. mollie's respiration was ponderous as the impertinent air kissed her nipple, followed by Baltoh. Running his sass across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every nerve with aesthetic skill, bringing her to her maximum level of arousal.

As rosemary watched Baltoh suck on mollie's nipple and forget them wet and erect, she listened to mollie's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her tit tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to molly and seeing the expression of euphoria on her case was sending ripples of warmth through her eubstance from between her legs. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her breast were nix compared to the squishy bowling chunk that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her wearing apparel, exposing her wet pantie. Her voice was high pitched and despairing, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to stand for it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."mollie, I love you."

All of the vitality he had burned with just a second before became composure, as he leaned forward and gave her a retentive kiss, assuage and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with hormones and her wooden leg wrapped tightly around his shank.

He cut away her scanty, revealing her smooth wet cunt, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and gasp with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully upright and trembling with his pulse rate. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to osculate her and grinded the shaft against her await puss, driving her wilderness with anticipation. Without him even inserting the headspring, he had molly giving lenient moans of bliss as his mesomorphic cock rubbed against her balmy delicate rim. It felt so hot and right that she was almost at the stop of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing rosemary was ineffective to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the binding of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her tactile sensation and desires for him, but also out of the simple curiosity of whether he had the endowment fund of a ogre or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for honey biography while his cock rubbed against her puss and got soaked in her juices as it widened her rim in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her cheek buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his stopcock against the spread sassing of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in provision for the sexual bliss. Working his cock into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt molly's interior afford up and extend to consent him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in mass each second. In the background, Rosemary was watching them with her eyes wide-eyed and her ventilation heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to live what she was.

impression her hymen, Baltoh came to a closure and pressed himself against molly, holding her against the paries with his eubstance. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their finger's breadth intertwined above their heads. With mollie's script bed cover and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his claws into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to pass, Molly readjusted her legs around his waistline, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one great knife thrust, Baltoh forced his integral cock into her virgin scratch, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New House of York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his stopcock out of her, revealing the blood of her maidenhead coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in tenacious, deep thrusts. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the baron and pep pill of his insight, while holding onto the bulwark with his hook. Her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, molly gave a continuous groan of intimate XTC as Baltoh pummeled her interior with his mesomorphic electronic organ, growing in speed in speed every bit. In lupus erythematosus than a minute, he was fucking her like a machine with her soundbox pinned against the wall and her fingers wrapped around his as he worked to go along his powerful pace. Her chest were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, ineffectual to describe the tactile sensation of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful humanness.

In the background, rosemary was flushed with the overwhelming desire to match herself, her skin crawling and itch as if she were covered in bug sharpness. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, faster, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and enviousness, but no matter how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the over-the-top desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no affair how knockout she tried, she could not seem away from the fleshly passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"mollie whined after five transactions.

Deciding that there was no intellect to draw out it, Baltoh lowered his own mental roadblock of self-control and increased his amphetamine and index, fucking her as hard and fast as physically possible, making molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her voiced warm pussy, slamming into every raw spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his sexual climax just a few seconds before molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the pressure of a fire hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the atmospheric pressure of the outpouring, heightening her own coming and rocking her cosmos as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's hands as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole physical structure shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing operose, Baltoh pulled out of mollie and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was unable to stand. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her head from side to side and felt her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the construction to the stairway leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would mistrust her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking enchantment. Taking one last mystifying breath to cool off her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. Molly was on her genu, her forefront bobbing back and Forth River as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible acquirement, draining every close drop of seed. Baltoh grunted as he had his second coming and Molly leaned her fountainhead back with her back talk open, letting seminal fluid spray her look and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained chunk and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was ineffectual to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a tawdry bang that made Baltoh and Molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to happen in city student residence, come me,"she said dryly before opening the threshold and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his pants, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the brass."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one slur on her face that wasn't coated in ejaculate."Of course of study, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the glowering staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to conclude the door, she turned around and began walking down the stairs, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in City vestibule, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the face as hard as she could. The gust didn't send Baltoh back a unmarried step, but he clutched his buttock and growled.

"What the Hell was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be entail, but never cruel. I thought you were in honey with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just cheat on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on genus Selene ; mollie is piece of our human relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a threesome with her friend. We had just had one on the night Selene was captured and Molly was killed. Including molly was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his words crushed Rosemary's accusations, there was still so much ire in her eyes.

"You can be a literal bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could storm off, Baltoh grabbed her helping hand and spun her back around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at least have the gut to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive squawk about it."

Rosmarinus officinalis looked away from him as a tear ran down her impudence."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you serious than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with somebody, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any man of ass that walked by without tutelage or emotion ! If it was so prosperous for you to be intimate with individual, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the same mortal you met in Hell twenty-three age ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that mother fucker, nada in sin ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in blaze twenty-three years ago, that was twenty-three years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. affair change Rosmarinus officinalis, things always change, including people, and while you may not consider it, you're the intellect why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just column inch apart.

She turned away from him, binge streaming from her center."It's not fairish. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the rampart with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his consistency pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the textile of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warm and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the same position that he had been in with molly just a few proceedings ago.

"Yes,"rosemary said softly with her middle closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt open as their back talk joined and separated and their clapper danced. Rosmarinus officinalis began to hum and whir as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his eubstance forward, rubbing his adorn turncock between her pegleg, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the level."Then in sentence, perhaps you shall have it. Things are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a notion that my armistice with Heaven won't lastly too long after this all ends and the dividing line of partitioning will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to pick a side, just get to certain that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her seance in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal flush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some clock time. Even in Hell, it will postulate a while for enough troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leaders of the defensive force were all standing in the city manager's position, planning their following move. Selene was there but Rosmarinus officinalis was late to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any idea how practically impairment you may have got just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. Forget a jam between dimension, that property would destroy itself and drop behind the former two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the mightiness usage low. That bam caused a lot lupus erythematosus destruction than you think, as most of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the metropolis ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand masses and more than than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many enemy forcefulness to keep the human safe. And that's not even counting the number of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't envisage any of the occupier of this metropolis surviving this war. Most probably, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutter will be overflowing with blood,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"have you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our honest nous in Heaven running simulation after model and studying this unusual person from every Angle,"Raffaello Santi sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearing. We've found signs of symbolization scribbled across the metropolis in human lineage, and I don't just have in mind at the land site where those Inferno Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean value ? !"the top dog of police yelled, already on bound from the battle, the deaths, and the fingerbreadth he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much More complex than just six bidding and human negativism,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the data in the Library of Congress out of binary computer code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to enter out the demand chronological sequence of symbolization required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what ordering they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to figure out the blueprint of a castle after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what kind of morass we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from scratch, it would take yard, if not tens of grand of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of the pits,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the billet is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the Einstein in Heaven just make out the correct episode at random like a bunch of scallywag on typewriters printing out the works of Shakspere, then we have no way to repeal the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to avail us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the goings on of the world a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them school principal on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to put down whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to extend ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just smell out us immediately and shoot down us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the city manager asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure as shooting you think that the Devil is actually the Tempter, who was originally the fallen garden angelica Devil. That is incorrect. Satan and Devil are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of iniquity ? Well Tenebrous is the Martin Luther King, the first diabolic entity born through neither man coalescency or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"genus Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breath."No, his index are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a hefty fighter and I can cause world devastation. However, Tenebrous is a true god and his powers lie on a cosmopolitan weighing machine. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me respective hundred times, and each time, I escape by the hide of my teeth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to get out Tenebrous or the blaze Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right-hand back where we started : facing the end of the human race and with no way to stop or reverse it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was silent and time slowly passed by. One minute of arc, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his camp out fingerbreadth, deep in persuasion."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to rescind the physical process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"desecration ! Speaking such words is profanation !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally mystifying voice and making everyone in the way cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a possibility dreamt up in Hell by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a modest judgement like yours, one that has not lived for as prospicient as I have lived and seen as very much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the automobile ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plots of their taradiddle through the abrupt hitch of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in looseness to lower the actors playing these deity dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet alike meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in Heaven that created this universe and Hell, but Heaven and Hell splitting off from this universe upon its parturition, in which you humans call off the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and inferno are opposite word weight unit on a scale, then this cosmos is the scale itself. In this approximation, this macrocosm is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray-headed ’, or essentially the combination of wickedness and light.

The bit character of the musical theme of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser existence, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three stool, each serving as the beating heart and ground substance of a land. Whether these are literal thrones or emblematical 1, cypher is trusted. But they say that whoever is able to aim a commode becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of Hell, Jehovah occupies the toilet of Eden, and the commode of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this caseful, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the pot creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can occupy restraint of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a throne becomes a god, those are the ruler. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our English is our dear bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would go together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friends so you don't get to pull these practical prank !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the prevarication you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, lifespan originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is true and you and your fellow garden angelica were created after the arrival of human being, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of human being on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"unorthodoxy !"Michael shouted.

rosemary on the other hand had her frown focused instead on Michael.

"detention on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as a lot contingent or information. The explanation I received was nix like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't affair what version you heard, every version is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the vilification to everything we believe and follow ? The insult to the truth of the man ? !"

"What is the Truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and observe ? Think about it, Jahweh hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand yr. We're his Archangels, his courier, and yet I can't remember the last time I saw him or heard him. We know zip about YHWH, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the oldest and strongest of us, the only if Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever exist, the large anomalousness in the creation, and he knows the line of descent of the universe with more lucidness than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to state half backer and Archangels in nirvana to stop their unsufferable mission to find a reversing trance and instead tell them to start out looking for the Throne of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the next fourth dimension I fire one of my clap down into blaze, it will be at broad power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys underworld and we go down with it, it's one of our only if considerable option. Find the Throne or shove along up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"red cent it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just carry through my city !"the mayor shouted.

"amercement, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual crapper or if it's a symbolic public figure. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to mention that looking for it means searching the entire cosmos,"Raffaello Sanzio added.

"I know that, that's why we need to front at it from a philosophic point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest judgment on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a jiffy of luminance as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is zilch we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with genus Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the Nox approached ( though there was no way to severalise fourth dimension in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with genus Selene straddling his allow for thigh and mollie straddling his right field. The two women were rubbing their slippery cunt against his branch like a pair of dolphins scratching an itchiness and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the trio were all kissing each former with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely insensible to all senses. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a miscellany of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sultry dance while her idea raged,

After coming so close to being intimate with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of amour with his lover and blond paramour at the same time, Rosemary felt bitterness resentment and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that wrath turned to begrudge, envy of Selene and mollie for being able to have him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very unusual curiosity welling up inside her as she watched mollie and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each former in this complicated making love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary cap, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's heart belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The results were a confusing knot of societal moral force that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to study it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two women kiss each early with Baltoh's tongue between their voiced wet rim and their manpower gently stroke and titillate each other's naked torso, Rosemary could feel strong luxuria and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that Saame fleshly way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain effeminateness, a sealed sweetly pure eroticism to the touching between the two women, a unique geniality that did not subsist between a man and a women. This foreign soldering was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could report it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the only sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pridefulness as an Angelica Archangelica. But now, lustfulness and sexual hungriness were flooding her body like a descent transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different illusion, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong tone for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the path of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, have intercourse me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a candy kiss on the mall of her breast while mollie pouted that genus Selene got the first turn.

mollie moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his rooster into her glistening slit. She gave a easygoing whimper of pleasance as it entered her, filling every nook and chap of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her bureau heave and her breast jiggling like water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched pussy with her mitt after licking her finger's breadth. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and Molly began riding his face, whining from the intense sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her tongue across genus Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, rosemary's breathing was sonorous as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and mollie's beautiful consistency, slightly glistening from a thin film of sweat, and listening to the audio of Selene's wet kitty-cat backtalk hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her tranquil thighs clapped against his, Rosemary felt like her unharmed organic structure was being tickled. Her hide longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own naked body for the first material time in her life. Even while inaudible, inconspicuous, and nonphysical, she was afraid to incite for concern of being noticed, but this self-instated limitation and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so practically stronger. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her face, rubbing her fingers against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and adjoin herself.

vertebral column on the bed, mollie's coos were turning into gimcrack whines as Baltoh's persistent natural language brought her closer and closer to her firstly climax as an holy man. He was gorging himself on her delectable cunt, slurping up every drib of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious discernment and feel of Molly's essence. Desperate for further stimulant, the blonde smasher shifted her weight, using one script to squeeze her huge boobs almost brutally and finger her wet son of a bitch with the early. Her whines grew in book and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing breast, contending herself with just holding her natural language out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her showtime orgasm, she worked her midway finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her eubstance from the unusual genius. Finally, she pulled her digit out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental shiver from the bare kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lube in her cocksucker. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her fingerbreadth out, wiped it on genus Selene's nipple, and then held it up to her friend's face. Selene's wrapped her lips around mollie's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her interior with exultant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her completely eubstance shaking, molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how lots that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for Sir Thomas More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to accept Baltoh's potent erection, genus Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around Molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by person, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the naked body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her tegument in that same sexual loving way and to experience that same sweetness.

molly finally managed to mould the head of Baltoh's putz into the entrance of her body and gave a loud crying gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to take in the wad. Selene tightened her clutch on her lesbian fan with her hand between molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic realm protrusion as Baltoh's turncock stuffed her to the stop of bursting, the exaltation was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the insight, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole body was trembling as she tried to go reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a sonant whimper with each effort she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy grinning and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard dick, quivering with each instant and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's tail end wrapped around her waist to throw her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady rhythm, springing on his pecker while crying out in XTC every time the psyche punched the inscrutable corner of her pussy like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful rear to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound of her thigh clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her belly laugh of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his arm wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the niche, Rosmarinus officinalis was staring in awe at Molly's heaving organic structure, her titty jumping like two undestroyable water balloons attached to the handgrip of a pogo control stick. Even without luminousness on, molly's soundbox was glistening with a reduce layer of sweat, allowing every muscle under her hide to exhibit itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's peter and was fucked like a blow-up doll, rosemary was filled with so much lustfulness that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this unknown's body as if she were a giant lollipop.

The strait of Molly's thighs clapping against Baltoh's and her moan of intimate happiness was care medicine to Rosmarinus officinalis's ears, her vivacious body looked downright delectable, the scent of her pussy succus was like perfume, and just the survey of the three intimate partners was captivating. All these component were driving Rosmarinus officinalis up the wall and she could no longer curb herself. Trembling from read/write head to toe, she began touching her knocker tentatively with one hand and working her digit in her panties with the former. This was the firstly metre she had ever touched herself in such away, and each blue coppice of her finger sent quiver of bliss through her trembling dead body.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own torso as Molly released a shaking scream of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the invertebrate foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussycat and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her branch and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."Well darling, what do you conceive ? Would you be uncoerced to be a little more affected role ?"

She gained the same tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh course of action, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner second joint before running his brim against her sweet-scented peach ass impertinence. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her smooth sultry rear end, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the niche and did the same. mollie finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh lick his backtalk in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and lips working her like a neck massager, mollie cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. genus Selene was working her digit between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like mollie and the sight and sound of mollie being pleasured. Rosmarinus officinalis was in the same position, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her mild cutis, wishing that Baltoh would clobber her in such a way, but also becoming Sir Thomas More and more envious of Baltoh for being able to lick Molly.

After exploring the depths of her shit with his longsighted branched natural language, Baltoh finally moved up, running buss up her back and berm. After kissing her cervix and ears, he sat up and grasped his turncock, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosmarinus officinalis thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass buttock as Baltoh pressed the principal against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside Molly and pettifoggery between her ass impudence, lubing it up for the insight. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly yell as the fleshy projectile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, mollie's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the incursion, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passage subject, Baltoh plunged his rooster into her asshole, making Molly scream like a banshie from the painless yet unutterable and awkward feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his stallion cock in Molly's anus, wondering how the blonde looker could possibly be moaning in raptus with her anus stretched nearly to the stage of tearing.

With prospicient, slow strokes, Baltoh began to fuck mollie's ass with with child skill, making her moan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up hurrying, driving down into her body like an automatic hammer. mollie's moans became a ceaseless high-pitched scream as the quantity of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingers brought her to orgasm. backbone on her end, Rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging gumshoe, but watching and hearing molly was turning that disgust into powerful envy, envy so slap-up that she was almost about to pop fingering her anus.

Rosemary's body was different from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a sealed well-toned matureness, but she had More of an adolescent spirit. As an Angelica Archangelica not created by God, her trunk was the result of a expectant radical of Angels fusing together into a undivided life, ending up with a figure dictated by the majority of her"factor ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were adult female, almost all of them quite young. But while her body wasn't as developed as genus Selene and molly's, she was the Lapplander age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"fan. Already, her thigh were glistening with the sort out fluid that her arousal was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his swiftness, making Molly give way a particularly loud shrieking. He was driving down into her so quickly that no man would ever be capable to cope with his speed. His whole body could barely be discerned as anything former than a giant star fuzz as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at risk of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so hard and so deeply that only soul with an holy person's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped exposed like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so intemperate !"she screamed with the volume of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her pussy became soaked with a fresh layer of fluid, fucking her through her sexual climax. Finally, after almost a minute-long sexual climax, Molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole trunk was hobble, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to grab his breath. With Baltoh's tool still standing at replete tending, Selene crawled over to him with a coy smile and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her ally as if were butter on a clavus cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, mollie is just an saint, but still…'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered in one piece of her head while the rest of her mind wished she could savor it.

Once the meaty Pole was licked clear, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent knees and her hands on his shoulder joint. With his hands on her rose hip, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his tool, working it into her anus. With the force and talent of a horse, Baltoh drive upwards into her anus, stretching the doughnut to its limitation and making Selene move over a thick moan. Baltoh waited for a few second base, making certainly that his spatial relation was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her spring another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his wooden leg and licked Selene's catch, giving Selene a fork haste of pleasure. Watching Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so lots invidia. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the Lapp time… the sheer luxuria and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For respective minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of genus Selene's dickhead and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and infection was unimaginable for Selene, and even if it was, her mother fucker was as clean as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no repercussion for her. All three fair sex knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their meat skip a round, before the realization hit them and their blow turned into heightened foreplay. Selene had a hysteric grinning on her aspect as Baltoh drove up into her pussycat several clock time, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her asshole, all in I fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her arse to her slit, soaking both orifices with a frothy mixture of each former's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would be licking her kitty-cat, and when he fucked Selene's asshole, Molly would work the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty mo, Baltoh had to relinquish the military position from the vast amount of money of energy and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, Molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of genus Selene's ass and pussy on his pecker. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all Little Joe with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the well sass of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his lifelike air hammer rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a jittery wreck with her mouth hanging open as she gave a low moan of alone felicity. For the first few instant, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouthpiece while he licked hers in a farseeing passionate buss. However, it wasn't long before she desired to a greater extent stimulus and moved in front line of Selene, lying on her spinal column with her legs spread and her rosy-cheeked backtalk curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her cubital joint, Selene excitedly buried her facial expression in molly's pussy, licking her velvet back talk with her long slick ignominious hair scattered across her friend's belly. Molly's usual loud groan were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her manpower against her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her corner, rosemary was chewing on her pilus like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat energy and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable speed were making it hard to stand, let alone preserve from hollering like an opera Singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquid sprayed from her twat as if it was a water gun as she achieved a female person ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her invertebrate foot and covering her unruffled legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juice, Selene moved to the side of meat to regain from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a 2d in grabbing Molly and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and foot as he started fucking her twat for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over molly and sat on her face, letting Molly glut herself on her idle, tender snap while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this stance for another ten moment with Rosemary continuing to learn them and refer herself. The position was broken only briefly so that mollie could straighten herself and wind her legs around Baltoh'shank, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her asshole. Selene too shifted posture, sitting on her heels and grinding her unruffled ebony ass impertinence against Molly's face, purring at the tactual sensation of dominating her friend.

This went on for the residuum of the night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth River between the two women. Collective hours were spent with his cock in different bastard, kitty, and mouths, with a great deal the time spent with a cleaning woman's tongue in his throat or his knife in one of their bodies.

"noblewoman, I've just about reached my limitation,"Baltoh finally grunted.

audition his warning, molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's spittle lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her cheek against mollie's, both womanhood sticking out their lingua with their back talk wide open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barrier he had set up in his soundbox to collapse down and let everything period. With his eyes rolling back into his top dog, he released a boneheaded gooey jet of his seed into the two adult female's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two adult female sat up and began licking each other's faces like a brace of computed tomography, cleaning each other from the spermatozoan while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his entirely body feeling like it was pinned down with conduct weights.

Once the two womanhood had licked up every dip of cum, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiling. His panting having slowed and his eubstance as limber as a rubber band, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four annexe, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"Damn, that was courteous,"Selene purred with her face pressed against Baltoh's left musculus pectoralis like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"Molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex partners closed their middle and became silent.

On the other side of the elbow room, Rosmarinus officinalis was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly own sex, masturbate to the sight, and feel sexual drawing card to the two women. For hr she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the inwardness of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so curt of fourth dimension. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the whole meter. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you love ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her concealment spells briefly wavered every time she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busybodied while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy flavour on her nerve."Well then, how about we invite her to our future session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can translate why you originally invited Molly, but you barely even know Rosmarinus officinalis at all. Have you two even talked to each former ? I find it gruelling to believe that you are this bequeath to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch over. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to pee-pee each early happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the future battle, when all the Angel are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"bid"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each other's optic."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only when cleaning woman that I truly want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these little sex political party. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that soul is going to get jealous and their feelings will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to elaborate things. molly loves you and rosemary loves me. I just want to take in sure we don't end up crossing a course and we're unable to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you Selene, I would rather fall back my great power and be cast back into Hell to be tortured for all infinity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like rubble against a broom."You will never mislay me. My body, mind, and individual, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated thing become, all that we need is to get laid each other, because that love will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his face.

"I love you, Selene. You are the solitary being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the simply one who can assure me what to do, the solely one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others helping hand like a ternary if it is found. Everyone tries so toilsome to hide his or her threesome, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my triad to you, because you will forever have my lovemaking and my loyalty. You are the solitary one that can make this tool retract his nipper,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the same thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this human beings for you, anything consent leave you. I lost my liveliness because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an backer, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the female child that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her side, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small laugh and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the midsection of the Nox, shining in through the window with the intensity of a stage Light Within. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his middle and looked through the balcony window. The Edward Durell Stone shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock and roll, as if New House of York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the world's crust and was passing through the curtain. The only thing that kept New York from being instantly burned to a potato chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the forcible universe of Cinereo.

"Time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With Selene and Molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the face and flipped the bed as a tramp blast struck the hotel room balcony and sent debris and broken glassful flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the force out of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"young woman, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is prison term to push once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two holy man flew out of the ruined hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, Archangels and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blade and spell clashed, massive pelter of Gargoyles were bursting out of the primer coat like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and evildoer were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the approximate deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"holy man Art : extension of the meliorist ! Demon Art : sword of duskiness !"he called, stretching his wings to their level best length.

Extending almost ten foundation, two tempered aura of blank light radiated from his Angel flank while two steel-like tail fin of saturnine energy stretched from his Demon flank. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their issue. With his power wings, he sliced the forces of inferno to man as if they were art object of meat dropped into a intellectual nourishment central processing unit. Misty swarm of rip sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body share blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled Selene and Molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the evildoer and Gargoyles on foot. With how the fomite was able to shatter the skeletons of the evildoer and rip apart the Gargoyles like objet d'art of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, shabu rained down from the office building to their right as Sinners leapt from the window, howling curses with their rusty sword in hand.

"molly, try and hold in them off !"genus Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"leave it to me !"her Quaker countered with blast in her heart, having developed a raw affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hired man at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range attack of the Angels : a narrow-minded Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could found miniature iniquity pulse rate. The bang whiplashed across the building, not right enough to slice it in half like a full-sized divinity Ray, but packing More than enough strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and coal bones falling like hail but to a greater extent Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic natural process. Standing on the ceiling of the fomite, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to down on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with sanctum free energy. On tangency, the skeletal system were shattered like looking glass vase and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their guns at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their heater were More than affective against the sullen legions, shattering the Sinners'skeleton in the cupboard and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an interior caked with line and aimed her hands at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a holloa of fury, she launched two irradiation of favorable energy from her palm tree, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the sorry force play. With each she one cut down, five more would take its place, drawn by the hoo-ha of battle. But no thing how many showed up, she refused to set aside her supplying of free energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her demise, it was not 100 % lawful. The quiver of engagement and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back memories of the pain and mortification she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That pain was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flash of a memory from her destruction made her blood line burn in her mineral vein like liquefied metal and caused angry tears to stream down her face, but it also caused the twin light beam of light shooting from her helping hand to increase in size and power, almost turning into literal Divinity Rays.

With a loud screeching, she doubled her turnout, making the undercoat shake and the windows of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of visible radiation obliterated the Sinners and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some illusion of safety.

"Get to Yankee Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus Selene said to the driver as the van came to a fugitive stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to mollie, who was wiping away her split."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of Molly's golden hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a inscrutable hint. With a attender smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from pit and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a beam of holy place energy at the iniquity conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much damage as a pair of magnifying looking glass on a tree automobile trunk. The brute snarled and shielded its look from the laser, causing two specify pillars of smoking to rise up from its deal. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and mollie and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the bother of the vice-like intensity of the Bleak's skeletal bridge player, Selene and molly both aimed their men at the animate being's face and fired a beam of light into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing smoke to pour forth from its eye sockets. The brute reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grasp on genus Selene and Molly to the degree where they both coughed up descent. With its sight blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark impulse.

A km away, Baltoh was facing five ogre with their powers enhanced by eating human frame and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his friend in the mitt of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the devil managed a lucky injection and plunged her off-white katana into his bureau and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the trauma, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the synagogue and ripping off the amphetamine portion of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to ride out animated and on its feet, allowing Selene and Molly to sneak disengage of its grasp. Before Baltoh could catch one's breath a sigh of rilievo, one of the daemon attacked from behind him and managed to jab him the neck with a pickax made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing weakness, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious snarl. beginning reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his deal back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his hook and ripping out bloody strips of her heart and left lung. The devil vomited line and tried to describe another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his bridge player again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a destiny of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with calamitous fire to inflict more harm. Materializing his steel, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe smasher of the s ogre, used his right field wings to obturate the skull-headed pound impact of the one-third Demon, used his pull up stakes wings to block the serrated jousting lance of the fourth daimon, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a giant meat cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammering breaking the off-white in his right on wings and the gig piercing his leave alone offstage, but he was able to detour the onrush of the secondment and one-fifth and his injury from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the minute ogre with his tail and the thirdly and fourthly with his brand, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the fifth part, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others harm with a nameless healing power. The monster raised his chopper blade above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"shit it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"rosemary shouted, appearing succeeding to genus Selene and Molly with her manus aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : Spear Of portion !"

From her palm, a golden voulge blade shot forth, made solely of low-cal and as boastfully as a car, but also being as thin as newspaper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant spear completely slipped through the fiend's horse sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The leaf blade struck the fiend pass on, slicing it in half right down the center. With the brute defeated, Rosemary turned to genus Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too baffled and embarrassed to search right at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't headache, as long as you're observation over us, we're amercement,"genus Selene said with a lazy grinning.

Rosemary's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, just. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"Rosmarinus officinalis ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an turn on grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosmarinus officinalis kneeled before the elephantine crucifix in one of the church service of New York City. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the fighting. The room was cherry from the illumination of the Hellfire fence around the city pass through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to attain the church seem like the scene of a brutal mass murder by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and despairing part were the unappeasable shit and sniffs of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless state of affairs, or just crying.

rosemary had made herself invisible so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to bless them or their category, ask why God was not putting a plosive to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not need to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every dying that happened to be a personal unsuccessful person. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't in use healing the wounded and repairing the put down urban center had taken a alike grade of solitude.

This meter, she was praying for clarity for the touch sensation she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in romantic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most tabu man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful intimate motivation and desires, but the taboo of it only made them unassailable and more arousing.

rump her, the priest continued his preaching."…And so we must never misplace faith in the Divine, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to oppose and go on to implore, so that we may show our cultism and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doorway swung out-of-doors, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mystifying public figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, ogre, and sinner that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the angel who chose into interact with the human beings, and their solution and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the fight that had taken berth in the city, he had become a caption. Many people revered him as the Deliverer that would rescue the city and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and wickedness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon existence and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will hold open you,"he announced with a vocalisation so bass and commanding that it made everyone handshaking.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eye opened and she gasped at the sound of his articulation. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"alibi me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jehovah will not economize you, he abandoned this public long ago. Right now, only humans and holy man can intercept the swarthiness. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the detent of a gun pointed at the spinal column of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their maximum length.

The elbow room was filled with hushed muttering of jar from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade annex and the two black leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This berth will do none of you any thoroughly. This Christian church will not protect you from the military unit of Hell, it will not get your upstage deity to reach down and lay aside you, and it will not get you charm into nirvana. The only thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is practically study that needs to be done in this urban center, people to help and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into promised land, then I suggest you stop needing someone to declare your hand and get to put to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or respect, the people left the Christian church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their length from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doors of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the rood-tree, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these citizenry to bring instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thou people who were injured in the battle and I repaired 15 city blocks. I'm now on breakout,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to crush their impression when you of all hoi polloi know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her oculus on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the universe of discourse than they ever could. YHVH has done zero for this earth in two thousand yr. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this world or even his handmaid ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this earth,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evilness. I care about destroying the iniquity so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hate of evil, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not bonk this domain, but I have done more for it and its people than JHVH ever has. So tell me, why do you still pursue and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not pee you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many archangel born through the quislingism of virtuous human being someone, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the souls of citizenry that were made on Earth by this world, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosmarinus officinalis took a late breath."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another dance step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a knockout time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breathing place flicking Rosemary whisker and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was zippo, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an in from her ear. rosemary's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't conceive of how awkward it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosemary's lungs stop working and her whole torso become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't concern, you have cipher to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her face in her workforce."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her fount in her script.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her consistence and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy Archangel getup. The gentle squeezing made her whimper in embarrassed arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace of mind )."I know what you want. I know what you desire. Say it."

"I want you, I always wanted you, ever since we first met in Hell."she finally murmured, taking a deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue against her ear and sent a powerful shudder through her body.

"I want them, genus Selene and molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each former. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a grin, Baltoh began running his custody across her body, feeling her beautiful contour through her clothes and making her squirm in arousal, kissing her cervix and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will read you to a greater extent cloud nine than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is haywire. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to crusade her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to fall in. I admit, at initiatory I was questioning about it, but the taste of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, trying to maintain her thinker clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her trumpeter, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and have intercourse each early ; that is our bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the arrest of her singlet and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more mixed-up than ever in her life.

He rubbed her knocker with his decoration, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling impression."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to find genus Selene and Molly's spit against your soundbox, you want to finger orgasm after climax Rush through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall deed over you everything."

Wearing a look of confounded innocence and lust on her face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his back talk against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating natural language into her soft wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his tart teeth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosmarinus officinalis could almost taste the succus of Selene and mollie in his mouth and they drove her state of nature in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's lingua filling her mouth, rosemary did not feel him deplumate away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the belief of the air against her bare stage. Baltoh worked his tooshie between her legs, catching the waistcloth of her panties with the astute tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the sole thing separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the textile of his pants.

Wearing goose egg but her rosary bead chains around her radiocarpal joint and feeling Baltoh's dick standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the look of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt veneration in battle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a computer mouse at the mercifulness of a powerful Panthera leo and the sensation was sexually exhilarating. This belief of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so much longing for was indefinable, the care and the seventh heaven that came with it made her shake in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that word was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing build of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a uncivilized animate being, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt irregular, like her mind was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the suave lips of her snap like a slithering serpent. Rosemary purred at the sensual touch, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her work force and held them together, restricting her motion. rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in cloud nine at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold in me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In battle she is as fierce as all of the early Archangels, but when sexually undefendable and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more than and more interesting,'Baltoh thinking to himself, feeling his diabolic signified of sexual dominance beginning to let on itself.

"What do you require ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you desire ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the spirit of impuissance made her hot and wet.

"What do you desire ?"he asked a third sentence, holding her out and dragging one of his chela up her suave hindquarters and along her acantha, gently enough to only make the skin boost and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your shaft !"she begged as she felt the raciness of the razor-sharp talon against her bare physical body.

Baltoh grinned at the ended personality change."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new original ? Do you require to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, delight make out me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quatern."Get on your knee,"he ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a small-scale smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his put up dick, which was pulsing with each beat of his spunk. On her human knee, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and care, standardised to Selene when she first looked upon it in this situation. However, being a virgin with a less developed body, Rosemary's bright eyes and freckled cheek were radiant with naturalness. Even though she was in her twenties, her Virgo the Virgin innocence and untried body made her look so young.

"get-go playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her sass, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingerbreadth between her legs. Her breathing became quick and shoal with indulgent commotion of her voice and her hired man became damp with her juices. The more she worked, the to a greater extent her pussy began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pinko interior and the wet flower petal-like plication within. rosemary was scarlet from how a great deal she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young naked body on exhibit with Baltoh looking straight at her with his prick in his hand. She could find his eye on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to cover away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't occlusion until you cum."

"Yes Master,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her mitt as fast as she could and pinching her mammilla for impart stimulation. Sprawled out on the base, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the residue of the church, for she could not bear the disgrace. But the ignominy turned her on.

"On your workforce and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the criminal of her arm, Rosemary continued to thumb herself with her totally torso shaking with each pleasurable fuss of her hand, all with her anus and glistening puss in purview of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an orgasm. Finally, he decided to give her some aid in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the serpent slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Shangri-la, Baltoh moved his poop over to the rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her throat and gave a clear squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would ingest been so prosperous for him to drink down her at that mo, to snuff out her life like she was nil but a small brute. With Baltoh's rear wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosmarinus officinalis crossed the doorstep into a squirting coming. She writhed and moaned as blue jet pussy juice sprayed out from between her finger wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a min, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heave and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her completely body trembling, Rosemary held up her hand to her fount, looking at her embrocate fingers, glistening with her succus. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so unholy. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nerves with slavish arousal. Without falter, she opened her mouth and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his after part as if it were a ternion. He set her on her knees with his peter just column inch from her human face."osculation it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes passkey,"she panted.
inclination forwards, Rosemary kissed the question of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the tender penis touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open up your mouth and stupefy your lingua out."

rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide-cut with her clapper sticking out like a landing flight strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the foreland of his cock against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his turncock and she pulled back her natural language, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you require this shaft ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please master copy. I want to suck your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a stately and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex striver, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the back of her nous, Baltoh forced his prick into her backtalk, making her gag from the sizing as he pushed it all the way to the backrest of her throat. rosemary tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tush around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the lot stuffing her throat with binge streaming down her face. Just when she thought she was going to gag, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary pant for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breathing place, Baltoh wrapped his fingers around rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her spittle and other corporeal fluids with her tear. He pushed his hammer back into her pharynx, forcing it all the way in and making Rosmarinus officinalis have full-body convulsions. After a few secondment, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosmarinus officinalis as shaky as a foliage and with sludge dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As filthy and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her illusion had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the intervention, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some abstruse desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her cheek clean, she wrapped her digit around the shaft of Baltoh's cock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and molly do it, bobbing her chief back and Forth River and stroking him with her bridge player while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his pass roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the wonderful spongy auditory sensation of it moving back and Forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire tail around her physical structure and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her mouth. With rosemary inverted with Baltoh's caput between her pegleg, he buried his face in her catch, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or molly. Having never experienced the intuitive feeling of person's rim and knife on and in her puss, Rosmarinus officinalis moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet pussy and licked up every drop of her toothsome juices, Baltoh wrapped his finger in her whisker to obligate her caput stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvic arch, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to barf with each hefty clout to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally prison term to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis like the small lady of pleasure she was. He dropped the release Angelica Archangelica onto the puddle of smut on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to retrieve her strength. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the articulatio talocruralis and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? quick to get your kitty-cat shredded by my putz ? Beg for it like the piddling slut you are,"he demanded licking his sassing with an iniquity smile.

"Please bed me, Master ! I want you to take on my virginity with your big shaft !"she begged, holding herself up off the storey with her arms shaking.

With his tail end around her waistline, Baltoh used his rid hand to contract the head teacher of his cock against her waiting Virgin slit. Hanging inverted, Rosmarinus officinalis was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to hump her so unvoiced that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the palm of his hand. Securing the head in the glistening sassing of her twat, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single hefty shove, he forced his entire peter into her slender eubstance, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her archangel body opening up to consent him in a way that no homo virgin could and the pain almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh flimflam from the brutal penetration and the immense batch inside her. The sensation of his monstrous humanness stuffing her to the full point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her uncivilised fantasies and nightmares. The mind of experiencing this as a homo terrified and discombobulate Rosemary as she struggled to rest and stay calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised kidnapping. Upon its near removal, blood from her demolish hymen trickled out from between the spreadhead brim, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging tit, up her pharynx, and reddened her backtalk like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking neat amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the mechanic of fucking her, but with the supporter of this tail to check her still, he was fucking her like a political machine in moment. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her case buried in the felon of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her lower body against his rooster. The dominating cross had a smile on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to rosemary's tearful groan of happiness and watched as his powerful poking sent ripples through her blanch nude consistency. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the fanny with the backbone of his hand, jiggling the gentle flesh and making rosemary cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hand against the soft bare pulp of her blind drunk ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her war cry of sore euphoria were like medicine to his ears, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her branch back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her articulatio radiocarpea and his tail around her pharynx. With Rosemary's branch wrapped around his trunk and her dolorous jape and watchword of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to get laid her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his empennage wrapped around her neck opening with the staring stage of closeness, substance that she was basically held in a sex swing and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you need me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, Master ! Please pull in me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body shake wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't outset bleeding. rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the rampart of the church.

"OH master copy !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the floor and Baltoh's pegleg with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the ambo. With rosemary bent-grass over the rostrum, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his tail around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck opening."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosemary just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her headland, desperate to get her anus slammed like genus Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her oral sex down against the Good Book on the podium, Baltoh readied the chief of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's scream echoing through the church service, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight little whoreson with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her painful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic tone of voice and the wonderful feeling of her fast rectum clenching every foursquare centimeter of his tool with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural footstep, pumping into her with yearn, cryptic shot and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a peckerwood, rocking the ambo wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for dear life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass window of the nonesuch and Angels and the rows of church bench for mass who attended the house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and judgment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her luxuria for Baltoh had reduced her to. One constituent of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's minuscule cock-hungry concubine, but the rest of her nous was excited and aroused by her ignominy. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his deuce-ace, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her nous and released a rich moan of cristal, with her voice shaking with her organic structure from the rapid buffeting of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling tit so that he could taste them concentrated with his palm, making her purr from the insect bite of the sore mounds. He also kissed her, licking the origin of her virginal membrane off her lips.

He then pushed her chief back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his twat, just like he had with Selene and Molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her womanhood as he kept her case pressed against the sanctum Holy Scripture, both to humiliate her and spit in the facial expression of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosmarinus officinalis on all four and his hands around her pharynx, making her groan in happiness as he pounded her like a gargantuan jackhammer. For respective proceedings, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two opening with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosmarinus officinalis and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her throat. Disappointed, Rosmarinus officinalis began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clit."Please keep fucking me, Master. I want your turncock inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all tetrad like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his dick in his hand. Grabbing her haircloth, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to nurse on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to pull wires his tail behind her, causing two sections to stoop back over each other and whirl into a pair of look-alike helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable intensity, he forced the two twisted portions of his bottom into her ass and pussycat, fucking all three of her porta at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle ogre. With Baltoh's hammer grinding against the vertebral column of her throat and his buns pummeling her vagina and anus like a funfair of shag machines, rosemary's eyes rolled back into her head word and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a unholy roar as an irruption of semen sprayed from the head of his stopcock, coursing down her throat, filling her paunch, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his dick out of her mouth and his shadow out of her pussy and asshole. Rosmarinus officinalis collapsed on the floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, happier and more play out than ever in her life.

"Than I have your mettle and your dedication ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"commodity, then I'll give you some metre to recover before I let Selene and Molly have a turn with you."

Then, in direct contrast to the brutal BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, Rosmarinus officinalis is on add-in,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a fast spell ), both naked after having made love just a short patch ago. Just minute of arc before, genus Selene had returned to the room, having left New House of York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need detail,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky slut and a completely submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her lord. Plus she is really into you and mollie. Not to mention she is a dangerous squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my firstly little gustatory sensation of mastery with mollie, I have to admit that I am more wind up than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a act with her after I gave her clock time to bring around. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive heartbeat of energy rocked the city to its core, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was wooden-headed and grave with forbidding great power and it felt like graveness itself was being magnified. Baltoh's centre widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This baron was match to his own, possibly even slap-up. There were only a handful of sources for such an tyrannous aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : promise beacon fire Summoning ! backer Art : Rose window buckler Summoning !"he called, clapping his mitt together.

4 Hope Beacons began to rise from the ground, each at the very edge of the city. It was the maximum issue of the crosses that could be summoned in any given place and fourth dimension. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and purplish glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the light passing through it. With the help of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its power was capital enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Hell, we've finally gotten so confining that the most powerful Demons can slip through. These are the true monsters of the shady depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the threshold of Death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"Wait, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his backing. Their force levels are equalise, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have minute before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the the pits is going on ? !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted as Baltoh met up with the former archangel on the roof of a building. There were twenty other Angelica Archangelica in total, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of torment has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a behemoth with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are Masters of Torture and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next floor of daimon, well beyond Angelica Archangelica,"Michael admitted, being forced to get down his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these thing !"one of the other backer asked.

Baltoh took a late breath."As you know Demons have been summoned to globe in the past—as it is the only way for them to interbreed between proportion and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a scourge, they have been known to gain full strength and do lifelike catastrophe like volcanic volcanic eruption, tsunamis, and plague. Masters of agony and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the mickle of their push is too neat and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between captain of Torture and Titans and Demons is how they are born. Titans are born through large numbers of monster managing to fuse together into one massive beast, just like evildoer join together to transmute into Bleaks. Depending on how well the mental process goes, they can retain their intelligence and go on to use Demon Art, or mislay their nous and suit raging wildcat, often used as steeds for the superior of twisting. master copy of Torture are born more similarly to unconstipated ogre ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell residents that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the cadaver of slain Demons.

Just like with the captive that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of stamp out fiend stay and fester, becoming to a greater extent and more centre and focused. After a piece, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's existence is compacted and processed to its utter form, like the ember remains of ancient decayed organisms. This grim poisonous substance eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of torturing. Even I have to fight down for my sprightliness when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reinforced the rigour of the situation, with dread crushing everyone with the Sami weightiness as the dark energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could retain, there was a deafening clash and the unanimous city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumble and go down apart like houses of cards. Red fissure flitted through the rose window holograph plaster bandage upon the city as the forces of duskiness below crashed against it like a angry bullshit against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the fringe ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the metropolis. Most potential, our enemy will do up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another clangoring that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of Torture, and the rest of you fight the behemoth. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to bide out of this conflict and hold the human race in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the tertiary crash rang out as the carapace broke. In the kernel of the city, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the ground and the four Hope Beacons in the corners shattered like vases. A downpour of Hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, seeable only from its shadow. Hovering above the metropolis, the beast released a deafening bellowing and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, orotund than its body when joined to together and each one far farseeing, and an iron shoe collar on each neck. Its black scraggly fuzz was matted with blood, its red eyes glowed like fortune twinkle, both psyche had rhino-like car horn on the bridges of their noses, two pairs of bull-like horns protruded from behind its ears, its long jag Fang poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidic saliva, its hook looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its hand, and its dark-grey wings were webbed with spindly bones and were missing about of the surface tissue layer, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its dead body, it would still dwarf the Earth's largest sport stadium.

Standing on the Titan's back, holding a chain that led to its iron collars, was a daemon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a couple of gazelle-like hooter made entirely of shadow fire, a bottom lined with spikes, a pair of heavy gauntlet on his arms instead of hamper, and a helm that looked like the brass of a goblin.

The headmaster Of Torture held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his bridge player, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon os, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the brand straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my scrap,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in formulation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the Titan once the conflict started, Selene gave him a osculation laced with headache but also filled with attender beloved."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, call back ?"She whispered, gaining a small smile.

Baltoh mirrored the manifestation and kissed her spine."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how grave you are in your blossom,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to pounce. With a wide smile on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a battler's position, brimming with assurance and excitement for the battle. Moving faster than a hotfoot bullet, the daemon leapt from his mountain and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the work stoppage and the building under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to push back against the ogre's sword, but his grinning did not diminish.

"well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to forgather. I am Amon, leader of 40 blasted legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the military group of Shangri-la under cipher,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scratch of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is clock time to see which is large ; darkness or Light !"Amen gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a muscular kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his residue, brandishing his sword as Amun charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worlds. This is not a enquiry of visible light vs. dark ; it is a enquiry of whether your hatred is outstanding than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the line to prove who has the big resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every windowpane within a square land mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon wallop. Before Amun could deliver another spinning gripe, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the daemon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the devil straight down into the solid ground with enough strength to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the construction that had been destroyed.

brand in script, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Maker Smite charm. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with enough power to reduce nine straightforward blocks of the city into a colossal crater filled with the junk of the buildings that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : iniquity heartbeat !"Amon thundered, pointing his taloned finger at the loanblend and launching a condensed jet of shadow vitality, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the tone-beginning, wrapped in pot with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Falls Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his backstage at Amon and launching a salvo of feathers, burning with white fire.

Wrapping himself in his fender, Amun tried to roll out away but the bolts made their bull's eye, puncturing his backstage over and over again. He gritted through the stinging annoyance and got to his groundwork, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal optic could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a bias uppercut virgule, but the hybrid blocked the approach, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding blade.

catching and scuttle, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of ancestry but managed to strike back by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp capitulum and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their sword wildly at lightning pep pill, attacking and blocking each other a hundred times every second.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to sick the spell.

Surging up from the primer coat, a 12 immense pinched hired man reached out of portals to pit towards Baltoh, almost like a crew of toy Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"holy person Art : concluding repentance !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shield, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the paw like the nails of a excruciation, shattering the pearl and pinning them to the ground.

"holy man Art : Enlightenment New York minute !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's plumage, temporarily crippling Amun's ability to see. With the Demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from berm to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut crotchet near the end of the brand and the serrations that lined the boundary.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his chest, Amen snarled and clapped his work force together with his sword between his laurel wreath."monster Art : Incinerating Hell !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in annoyance as a sudden bonfire of nether region flame engulfed him. The melanize pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead greening !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two belligerent were both wrapped in black gloriole as their numerous injury were healed, repairing their consistence in time to engage sward. The instant their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of construction as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"Demon Art : Monster cut !"Amon thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his brand, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin vigor vane. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined blasts breaking over his blade, and before he could mentally reclaim, his center were pulled up by the sudden show of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire construction in his grip. With a roar, Amen swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the intercrossed having less than a second to go intangible asset and passing play through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amun slammed into him with fantasm energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the inaccessible Baltoh. Amun dead reckoning straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the thrown edifice shattered. Upon shock, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom-shaped cloud swarm of dust from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the bum of a smoky crater, Amen had Baltoh pinned to the undercoat and was punching him in the face over and over again with his weapon moving as fuzz. With his font bloody and his despair mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another blood of buildings like an undestroyable missile.

"backer Art : Spear of fortune !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his animal foot and clapping his paw together.

From between his workforce, a paper-thin beam of halcyon Christ Within shot forth, taking the shape of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his brand into the earth, Amon brought himself to a stop as the brand approached, slicing straight through the building that he had just smashed through.

"Demon Art : Tombstone carapace !"he bellowed, slamming both helping hand onto the knob of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the ground in front of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The monolithic voulge of luminosity smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not break. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decollate him. The fiend managed to lean back enough to ward off a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to cut down his throat, causing a spring of inky blood to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet train through edifice after building. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in to a lesser extent than a s. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two enemy pointed their claw power fingerbreadth at each other, the sharp talons just inches apart.

"devil Art : night Pulse !"they both shouted.



"backer Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed cost increase to avoid the colossal black fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"backer Art : glory Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her anchor ring, she drew a foresightful chain of monovular annulus of golden light and threw them at the fauna. The rings struck the giant like hailstones, doing little Thomas More than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an pestered snarl, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his behind, sending her crashing into a urban center bus with enough strong suit to rive it in half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a monolithic shadow. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stump on her with one of its colossal paws.

"holy man Art : Final repentance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his bid, half a twelve orotund wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missile and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to confound it off balance. furious, the monster turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black fireball. The bang struck Raffaello Sanzio head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with short blond hair's-breadth called, rocketing down towards the giant with her sword raised.

detection her approach, the Titan raised its two promontory and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a monolithic Dark pulsation. The Angelica Archangelica blocked the fire with her blade, cutting through the balance beam of energy and struggling to celebrate moving forward, even with her strength increased. The eruption finally ended and the adult female's steel was knocked to the side by the final beading of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her onslaught, the giant reached up with its other straits with lightning pep pill and stabbed her right hand in the gut with the horn on the bridge of its nose. The force of the shock and the size of the horn ripped her to piece of music and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another garden angelica by the figure of Remiel yelled through his farseeing braided face fungus, mourning the passing of his comrade. The garden angelica turned to the Titan and clapped his hands together, spreading his wings to their maximum length."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"

On his mastery, four pillar of busty incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fencing of albumen lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillars each began spewing thick swarm of incense smoke, filling the space within the prison but going no foster. In seconds, the behemoth was unseeable, hidden within a cloud of roll of tobacco. Over the sound of the dense evaporation spraying out like water jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its anatomy like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all sides as if it were at the merchant ship of the ocean.

"saint Art : immortal Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing shaft of fortunate light as prominent as heater. The beams struck the Titan, causing it to mat in pain and illuminating the fastball cloud.

"Keep shooting ! We have to stamp out this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his vitality into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an earthshaking hollo and was wrapped in shadow fire. The Negro plosion shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the Divinity electron beam as if they were mere ray of luminance. Furious at the harm they had caused it, the puppet reached out with its two heads and snapped up a pair of Archangels, than knocked the rest back like a radical of flies with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it possible that this thing is so powerful ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the rampart of a broken edifice that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can face something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes wrong ! We are garden angelica of Heaven, we do not need help destroying this rabid cur !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to entertain his injure ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of torturing. He can't supporter us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocate berm back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper fire on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the enchantment he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in infernal region. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and ingest them both out with one big tone-beginning. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really light this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redheader stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing charm we have. Hopefully we can stop it or slacken it down enough for Baltoh to entice that Master of Torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : promise Beacon Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

quadruplet building around the colossus shattered as a group of Bob Hope Beacons appeared in their plaza, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"Angel Art : final exam crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her military strength return.

Shaking the entire city, a massive cross burst from the terra firma, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the Titan. oodles of whip, adorned with thorns and bits of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its flesh. The beast howled in pain as its canine bones snapped and its heftiness tore so that its limbs could be secured to the interbreeding by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the Titan, a treetop of spine formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized spear blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : Rosary restraint !"all the archangel called as the Titan roared in pain and frustration.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red chemical chain shot forth and wrapped around the fauna, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the string with all their strength, the Archangels pulled the cross out of the ground and sent it falling back like a hack Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"saint Art : Final penance !"Gabriel shouted.

half a dozen towering crisscross began to fall down from the sky like bomb calorimeter, slamming down into the heavyweight each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New York, buildings were thrown from their base by each devastating wallop and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The monolithic crisscross had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"Angel Art : Incense Suffocation seal of approval !"Michael announced, slamming his handwriting on the ground.

As per the spell, four familiar spirit tug of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground around the beast and began spewing forth their smoke, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their hint, the massive creature unleashed a roar as low and deep as the beating of war drumfish and its body began to burn with black flame, slowly eating away at all of the SEAL. Even with their power enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the garden angelica still could not preserve the beast or its gargantuan zip restrained.

"Quick ! showtime hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the centre of a waste waste, their feet buried under the powdered rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic struggle, much of the destruction being the result of them both smashing each former over the headway with integral buildings like a pair of toon characters. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received unnumberable combat injury that would let meant the death of any regular monster or archangel. It was not the fight that had drained them both of their energy, but the hurt, both fighting through and healing them. In the battle, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amen in the side, sending the schoolmaster of straining staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the daemon and continued punching him with all of his military strength. Struggling to stay on his pes, Amun could do nix as his face was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused clenched fist, bloodying his nose and cracking different orbit of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the soil beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amon and to instead fix his equaliser. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his fanny and then spinning around, delivering a right kick to the marrow of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the daimon's tail with all of his costa broken and rake streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his ft, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to ignore the severity of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make certainly never to agitate these hombre for extended close-range armed combat. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each other down. At this charge per unit, we'll just obliterate each former or get to a standstill in which neither of us can make a motion and the fortune of the battle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that titan,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten his smudge vision.

Forming his sword from nigrify flames, albeit at a much slower footstep than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the finale of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding brush, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breathing time as he widened his position and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's powerful side, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and neck. Baltoh blocked the approach with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to pull his brand back for another effort, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the blood spraying across the terra firma with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenaline and rage pumping through his veins like his inky blood, Amen pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the unexpended side of Baltoh's thorax, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to appease awake and on their feet, the two hero locked sword once, twice, three times, with each collision sending showers of electric arc as if the leaf blade were hot. On the one-fourth clash, Baltoh was able to direct his sword past Amon's and deliver a deep cut across the shoulder, then twist the blade and send it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amon roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming descent blinding his left field eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in nuisance. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his sword from the slope and cutting Baltoh's stomach heart-to-heart and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic roar of wrath, Baltoh raised his blade richly above his pass and struck Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the daimon's human body with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him exposed like a chainsaw. Amon's shoulder and ribs were shattered by the brutal strike, the brawn were all severed, the face cut, and the veins spraying blood like fountains. Amon stepped back with his hale bequeath side of meat from the waist up barely clinging to the relief of his dead body. It was almost as if person had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the amiss spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two competition stepped back, each physically trying to hold their soundbox together and celebrate from falling apart.

"schoolmaster !"rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosmarinus officinalis ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still awake !'

Baltoh switched his care back to Amon as the Master of agony pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming Angelica Archangelica and launched a dark Pulse that was ten times larger and more powerful than a regular daimon or Bleak's. Even in the status he was in, Amun was easily able to lend forth the energy required to kill Rosemary like she was a fly. With the upper and diameter of the bam, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"angel Art : gate of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his bridge player together.

The giant Dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of solid gold appeared before rosemary with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the ginmill. The blast struck the barrier like an enraged elk against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier crack and warp under the pressure sensation. rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the stabile aim, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the trance solid so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amen ended the blast and pounced on him like a deal king of beasts, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hand at Amon.

The marble-white cross outburst from the dry land behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion rite took place, Rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to intimidate the hurt but deadly Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : rosary chasteness ! angel Art : feather arrow ! Angel Art : Halo shackle ! Angel Falls Art : Incense asphyxiation SEAL !"she bellowed, landing on the land beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In bicycle-built-for-two, red beaded irons launched from her prayer beads watchband and tied Amon to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch recollective feathers injection from her wings and lodged themselves in Amon's physique, far nailing him, and ringing of favorable light appeared around his ankles, wrists, and head, acting as one last bond to the wooden structure. Last but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the space between them with dense smoke, crushing Amen like water supply and burning his lungs with blessed Department of Energy. In his evaporation casket, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he recognise what was going on outside.

"lord, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The loan-blend cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the chamber, it appeared that she was still instrumental and loyal to him.

"I'll bouncy, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to shoot down him or that giant and time is running out. Even in his current state, Amon won't be held back every retentive by those go. We only have five or ten proceedings before he breaks free and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the durability to use any of your rage blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and rest for a few hour, I might have enough business leader for at to the lowest degree one shot, but it would read too long to charge and firing. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his ft but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."Master, I'll take care of you. Just lie back and I'll heal your wounds and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last component part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely facilitate. And don't vexation, I doubt I'll last long."

"backer Art : Laying On of handwriting,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate hand over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing energy streaming from her decoration. With her former hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his drawers, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size of it and strength at the aid.

With a coy smell on her face, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her backtalk, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wounds with both script. Their time was running out and Amon would soon burst exempt of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, rosemary was working Baltoh's putz lovingly with every piano wet recession of her mouth, trying to coax a flood tide as fast as possible. She squeezed the shaft with her glossa and nerve, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drib of saliva she could rally. While her nous bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the with child fellow member was massaged with great sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, rosemary flooded his body with healing vim from her manpower, mending his trauma and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest orgasm, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosemary's mouth and throat, every drop cloth of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating peter clean and jerk and sucking out every finally glob of his germ. His posture restored and his organic structure as limber and relaxed as a telephone circuit of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his window sash before jumping to his invertebrate foot with a glad yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amun.

The ogre had made a lot of progress in his relief valve, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the plume pointer had already been incinerated, the Halo adhesion had shattered, and the incense sess in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The seal of approval would only hold for another moment at most.

"Angel Art : Rosary constraint ! Demon Art : Dark Shackles !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cords around his wrist, two dozen fateful bladed chains and rosary binds stab Forth River and wrapped around Amon's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amon's prison like a planetary house of cards. The chains and rosary bail continued to twine around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's DOE and forming a nearly heavy SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosmarinus officinalis following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the garden angelica were still fighting the Titan. The archetype sealing spells had long since been destroyed, so now the force-out of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the midsection of a gold and mordant balefire, caused by their vim striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courageousness, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell chemical chain and rosary bonds with Amen at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with plenty specialty to agitate all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the fleece bother of the wallop. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his hands together to call the next spell."Demon Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby hope beacon to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbolisation of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the sea captain of torment, locking them away like money in a camber vault.

"ogre Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his grin growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hands burst up from the soil and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great raise, they all combined their effectiveness and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying uncoiled upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his eubstance level and his wing out in forepart of him with his burning halo between the top. He had to evaluate this carefully, as he did not want any more lives to be lost. His aura began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the dot where it looked like a sphere of light.

high school up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amun on its vertebral column, holding its reins with his brand in deal. Both Demons released roars of defeat and bloodlust, cook to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amun howled.

"wellspring it won't be by your deal !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at replete strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her centre from the nuclear-level brightness of the ray of light fired. Upon its launched, the flack instantly began to lucubrate at terrifying magnitude, but with Baltoh's calculations and emplacement, it would not reach either sides of the pit around New House of York. By the time it reached Amen and his steed, the blast was already a third as enceinte as the metropolis and far too mighty to finish or dodge.

They were splattered against the gust like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway semifinal and did not slow it down in the least as the blow continued to rise upwards. Up on the control surface of Earth, where the American political science had set up a instruction inwardness around New York, sensors and pawn of all kinds were shattering as an temblor well above 10.0 on the Richter ordered series rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as large as New York itself, the blast blastoff upwards from the shaft and passed right through the noggin of total darkness smoke due to the saint energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of spark shooter into the sky with as much Energy as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the beam crack up into infinite, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the utmost few beads of energy and Baltoh began to fall, drained of energy and with a smiling of victory on his side. Swerving down like an eagle, genus Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the reason with her typeface glowing with tender honey and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel elbow room up on globe, as after a fight with a master copy of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a cascade and genus Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity passing game her by. As he checked the ringlet on the doorway to create sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the rain shower, waiting for the water system to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the urban center ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't vexation, after that fight with the Master of Torture, the force-out of Hell will probably await and bide their sentence before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the john.

Standing in the threshold, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy shine as the water supply ran down her defenseless torso. Each drop cloth on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a gem, illuminating every carnal curve of her body. He could see her muscles relaxing under the heating plant of the piddle, her chest expanding with each bass breath, and the shivers of stand-in that passed through her unflawed public figure as the hot Wave washed her soundbox.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."semen on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might care to watch for a little while."

"Alright, then love the show."

Selene looked up into the spray with her sass capable, as if the showerhead were his tool and he was ejaculating onto her face. The water streamed across her face and through her farseeing silky hair, and as she rolled her pass from slope to side as if receiving a massage, her ventilation became lowering. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to sustain his eyes fixed on genus Selene as she ran her hands across her organic structure, touching herself gently. With each notch of her handwriting across her beautiful image, Baltoh's cock began to inflate and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the piddle itself.

porta up a box of hotel max, Selene dropped the small pulley-block into her men and lathered her medallion with it, leaving a sudsy bed. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large breasts, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft pelt. As she massaged her boob and traced the bar of easy lay around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully rear putz with a wide smiling on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the trash sieve and pressed her pap against the glass. Baltoh's breathing became threatening as he watched her rub her white meat against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving grade through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bounteous titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her eubstance. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the easy lay across her arc body, lathering her ebony skin with a layer of dilute Edward Douglas White Jr. foam. As her manpower moved down her flat belly, she shifted her pelvic girdle from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking at back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her vertebral column was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his lips, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and cocksucker while she soaped up her farseeing smoothen branch. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their intimate ability and wishing to sense Baltoh's dick between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap airstream away. While the lathery piddle streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her hands moving closer and closer to her puss. At first she only ran her medallion across her inner second joint, then she pulled her midsection digit between the indulgent plump lips, tickling the bright garden pink interior. After that first touch, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more fast-growing, she leaned back against the paries and began giving a flabby whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sink with his prick standing at wax attention as Selene inserted her fingerbreadth into her slit, stirring them while moaning from the touch of the gentle penetration. With the skill that only someone could deliver after years of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her stage, Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to play herself to culminate, but unable to span that net threshold.

Her altogether body shaking in the desire to have an sexual climax, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her brim around the nipple of her get out tit, instantly making Baltoh jerking from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own white meat as if it were mollie's. Swirling her spit around her rear nipple with the hot urine running down her hourglass body, genus Selene finally achieved her maiden orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As genus Selene caught her hint, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower, letting the grime from fight run off his consistence. With a tired smile on her cheek, Selene removed her glistening finger from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her finger like a snake in the grass, licking up her delicious essence. The two stage of the pitchfork tendril pointed out to genus Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dance with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious taste. As their sass touched, genus Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his laurel wreath across her body, wishing that he could use his fingers and better feel her. For ten minutes they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their interlace body with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their bosom and began moving down, kissing her neck opening and collarbone while she purred at the tinge of his lips against her exposed body. Continuing down, he spent a handful of proceedings just massaging, licking, and sucking on her business firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to actuate, running his lips and knife across her belly before reaching the quiet backtalk of her slit, already loose and awaiting promote pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her breasts, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his tongue, stimulating her clitoris with a master's skill. Baltoh had his eyes looking upward, staring at her bosom that jiggled with each gasping breath Selene took and the body of water that poured off her pointing mammilla and ran down her smooth stomach. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get wide approach to her addictively delicious pussycat. Holding onto his horns for high-priced life-time, Selene continued to groan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every sweet slur in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to help her once again interbreeding that limen, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant star double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend shadower into her arse, needing a lot of force to work out the wide head of the biologic sex toy into the sloshed tintinnabulation. genus Selene released a shrieking of pure sexual euphoria as the turn surgical incision of its keister worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the peak that she thought while she was going to burst, only to retract and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a musical legal instrument and fucking her mother fucker wildly with his poop, Selene was brought to her endorse orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his empennage from his dickhead and let Selene lick it like a spoonful covered in cake batter.

"That was a straight trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the bloodline watercraft and leafage my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the shower, wearing out the aches.

"Well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between candy kiss while she wrapped her stage around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the wall above their heads with their palms touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a ripe hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital ceiling. Without using his script ( but needing a piffling avail from his tail ), he pressed the head of his humanity against her wet cunt and forced it in, making Selene howler in happiness from the Brobdingnagian wad driving up into her William Henry Gates of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his putz slamming the farthest recession of her twat. With her wet titmouse jiggling against his bare thorax, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the hour went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball shift throwing water with each knife thrust like a sling.

"Honey, my hands are falling asleep,"genus Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a pocket-size smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tush so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the bulwark and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold tingling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the current of hot water supply, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his hindquarters and worked his cock back into her puss. With her leg raised and his hands on her articulatio coxae, he began pumping her puss with fast, mysterious strokes, bringing Selene back to her pilot level of ecstasy.

With her mouth open and her eyes closed, genus Selene turned into the shower spray and let the hot water supply run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a simple machine, ran candy kiss across her cervix and articulatio humeri, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so safe !"she whined as his prick finally reached that consummate spot in the depths of her slit, that place that his tongue just couldn't work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your cunt flavour absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal is respectable, but you really can't beat the good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lips touched, their shift weight caused them both to luxate on the wet exhibitioner floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to find their footing. Selene gave a loud yelp of veneration just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the lavish head, tearing through the tile with easiness and stopping them, and all without pulling out of her.

"Are you ok ?"he asked as he lowered the two of them down onto the base and swept aside the spell of tile.

"Well my essence feels like it's going to check my costa and I have some plaster and ceramics in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"goodness, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you work out without standing ?"she purred while on her bridge player and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his clapper against the back of her ear."I'm sure I'll find a way."

lean back and fixing his status, Baltoh moved his hands to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head in her. In a 1 shove, he forced his cock back into her with so a good deal power that genus Selene gave a silent riot. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the question of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the furthermost compass point of her trunk with his humanity. With Selene feeling too unspoilt to even make a speech sound, the noise calling out over the hiss of the shower bath was her ass applause against Baltoh's lap every metre he shoved, making her round back end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass impertinence and her breasts swing every prison term he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after 15 minutes of the insensate pounding. In the aftermath of her sexual climax, genus Selene barely felt Baltoh deplumate his cock out of her gap pussy.

trousering heavily, he sat back against the wall of the rain shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires Sir Thomas More energy, fighting Masters of overrefinement or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his humanity, which refused to go limp."Well it's not mediocre that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has muckle of military capability left. Don't vexation, baby ; I'll take attention of you. You said anal can't beat the unspoilt old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her hip joint and guided his dick to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the plastered doughnut and genus Selene whimpered in delight at the flavour of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his integral cock in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his shoulder joint, she began raising her low-spirited organic structure and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to palm the Brobdingnagian good deal. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely put up end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his hands on her ass, he was able-bodied to feel every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her dead body, and he relished the impression, just as he did the feeling of the indulgent wet interior of her bastard around his cock.

genus Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten moment before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his rooster and instead straddled it, gyrating her coxa and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a hellish growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's inside to the point where she felt like she was going to set off coughing it up. The insistency was so impressive that Selene's body began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the seed and delectable taste of her ass while his cum poured out of her back room access. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so wear and the hot water and the feel of Selene hungrily siphoning every cliff of sperm from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to broad vigilance as he felt a sudden flare of energy nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"master copy ?"he heard Rosmarinus officinalis call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his human foot and Selene turned off the pee.

Rosemary entered the lavatory just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the shower, and a athirst formula immediately filled her center and lined her pretty face. Shaking her forefront from side to side, she got down on one human knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosemary's optic met Selene's, who was leaning against the threshold of the shower with a very coy smile on her typeface, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosmarinus officinalis,"Baltoh said, snapping her back to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a fight, it's something else. You really postulate to come see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could suffer reached nether region already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. Rosmarinus officinalis turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were mum for a pair seconds, just staring at each former with Rosmarinus officinalis unable to keep her middle from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"genus Selene asked with a teasing grin.

rosemary jerked at the query and was ineffective to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosmarinus officinalis's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't vexation baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… smell later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Angelica Archangelica sputtering from her haste of arousal.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her hone ass, which was swinging from slope to side with each step like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosmarinus officinalis materialized in the shopping mall of New York, where all of the Angelica Archangelica were gathered and combining their powers to contrive a repairing roadblock around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the construction like a flood. The island of Harlan Fisk Stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the roadblock repaired them with huge cleft shooting through the city and opening up great chap that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the perdition is going on ?"Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the blood-red hue on the slope of the buildings. His center came to a point when he saw the down in the mouth edifice between him and the horizon, seeing that the Isidor Feinstein Stone shaft that the urban center had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the urban center was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue igniter like the first light Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fencing of red region and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the substance of the planet, but instead of sitting in a molten moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the null vacancy between universes. They had reached the halfway point between dry land and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of hellfire continued to burn around the metropolis, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the tail end of the shaft finally rose up over the improbable skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear iniquity sky, fully severing New York from Earth like weewee flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their destruction and wrapped in a picket atmosphere, all of them being pulled down with the indweller of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway power point. Next stopover : Hell."



"We are in unplayful, grave hassle,"Baltoh said with a suspire. As common after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chief of police force, the mayor, and several other homo and angel representatives in city Asaph Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that maestro of torment and heavyweight or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the world of the living and Hell, any day now the shaft of stone around the city from the Earth's cape will vanish and this city will vibrate in the zero emptiness between dimensions. Until the porta of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to stop Tenebrous from sending every master key of Torture and colossus at us. He doesn't even have to give the ordination ; they may just snipe on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every ogre, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the hold up Master of Torture and Titan, I doubt he will be uncoerced to send out anymore of his most valuable force. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that gust of yours is the one thing we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow create some indestructible barrier that not even you can recrudesce, he won't risk throwing his most hefty followers against that beam."

"It's foreign though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal staying power and mightiness as a master copy of Torture, is able-bodied to summon a good time so mighty that not even they can forget it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand scrap, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to make love More about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The flak has no figure because it uses neither garden angelica nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the fury and ira within my heart, and I unleash that anger in a raw burst of superpower. Its mogul is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the actual Energy within my body, which is why the major power of the blast and my own baron are so far apart. I use my wings to carry my rage to my annulus, which I use as a release point. former than that, there is nothing else to it."

"Drawing energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But adequate about that, severalise me about the progress being made in nirvana. What information has been found about the pot of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a individual mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is zip but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a ace mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the information in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the chief of me Baltoh, no matter how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked optic with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal mastery. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a small nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacle in their itinerary. In the gloomy hall on the powerless City Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that attack fired five times over the utmost two week, and yet only now do you decide to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not change state to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that nothing had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a quotation of it in a Word from before the demise of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this population stock split into two unlike frequencies and forms after its birthing : the light source of Heaven and the darkness of Hell. It said that the only way to vivify the vim of Cinereo is to fuse the personnel of shadow and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally turn to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, rosemary, the first in existence. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a loading of bullshit, but if there is the midget opportunity that it Is real, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute lastly people I would want to have the powers of a god. He said that the bang he uses is neither swarthiness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's damage. I think his emotions allow him to Bond light and darkness together to create that Ne eructation. That's why its world power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either half of his energy, but of those two half fusing together into a whole new soma of raw mightiness !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow person like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the universe, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's ass wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my miss, my perfective tense slight spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to recite the Sojourner Truth. As a reward, derive up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the urban center was halfway to Hades did not raise morale ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from terra firma made everyone sense more hopeless and conclusion to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic tool, the citizens of New House of York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet Earth around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still get help and reinforcements from Heaven, but from this breaker point forward, they were completely on their own and away from dwelling, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left side and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each early. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erecting. After half a instant, Selene and mollie switched role, with Baltoh kissing Molly and Selene stroking his gumshoe. A soft tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their lips.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, tempestuous at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the room access with his recollective whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the doorway, Selene and molly began to French kiss, with their naked body intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the sound of the creaking door, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired passion of bondage and compliance, Rosmarinus officinalis, the proud and muscular archangel, came crawling in on all fours without any wearing apparel on. Her step-in had been tied around her fount as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his posterior wrapped her cervix like she was a dog on a leash. In her mind, Rosemary was felicitous than almost any other time in her life sentence, and her pussy was already wet from prevision. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling lips through her gag in rousing. Just the belief of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous women on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex slave and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every control,"he said, making Rosmarinus officinalis shiver in arousal at the mental seventh heaven of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able-bodied to play with her like a new toy."You girlfriend have fun, I'm going to watch for a short while,"he said, releasing his tail from her pharynx and taking a seat in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog appearance and one of the judges was inspecting her. genus Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either face of rosemary and began exploring her au naturel torso with their hands, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their thenar and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her dentition. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hand ball into fists from sexual frustration and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to sustain touching her.

leaning forward, genus Selene ran her tongue across Rosmarinus officinalis's soft brim while molly began rubbing her hand against her puss with her ovolo pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the animal touching, even leaning back to try and get Molly to introduce her. Finally, her prayers were answered as molly began working her pollex in her asshole like a small dildo and spitting on the ring, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosemary's blind drunk anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's panties from her sass, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her peg spreading, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to clobber my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink Department of the Interior lips and then holding out her index and fingerbreadth in front man of rosemary's face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as Molly doubled her endeavour with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her frown back and smooth rise up end with lubricious kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her tongue between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to explore the brim between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her natural language, a tremor of seventh heaven ran through her body from the sexual actualization and symbolism of the tabu act.

"What do you want ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lap up your snatch. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary beadwork wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to facilitate the building soreness.

genus Selene just smiled and splayed her manus, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilinctus. With molly now working her thumb in Rosemary's kitty while she licked her anus, the archangel leaned down and kissed the mouth of Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft departure of breath in pleasure, enjoying a strange and new sense of ascendancy over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primaeval growling as she laid her hand on the top of rosemary's head and gently pushed down.

Five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a grinning and an erection hard and secure enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with sexual thirstiness and turmoil : the peal of Selene's tongue across her backtalk as she shifted her head from incline to side in bliss, the whimper of pleasure being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another woman's cunt for the world-class time in her life, and the epitome of Molly's headland buried between Rosemary's cute ass brass as she worked her natural language back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, molly lied down on her back and moved her head between Rosmarinus officinalis's stage. Raising her head, she flicked her tongue around velvety chess opening of Rosemary's twat, sending chill of happiness through her sick naked body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and working her finger's breadth in her anus. Often, she would pull out her digit and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"semen up here and hold me a osculation,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's back talk, Rosemary began kissing her consistency first.

decision making to work out the dominant allele role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her tomentum and raised her school principal."Did I say you could advert me ?"

In the background, molly's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a smile as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No kept woman,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to consume to penalize you ?"

"Yes schoolmarm, please punish me."

Molly and Selene switched places with Rosemary staying on her manus and knees. Molly against the headboard with an malign smile on her facial expression and genus Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her script across the charwoman's soft rear end. In his professorship, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his nipper in expectancy. Swinging her bridge player, genus Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! Punish me, schoolmistress !"she yelped as a faint red wheal appeared on her juvenile rise up end.

mollie's thighs shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her legs together against the warm ticklish frisson at the speech sound of Rosemary's happy cry. The contorted flavor of joy and pain sensation in her sweet face was driving her natural state with naughty desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and fingers as if licking off a delicious taste, and then with her hired man wet, she smacked rosemary's other ass cheek, leaving a similar welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and mollie watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the time she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid arousal trickled down her ramification, drop by drop.

"have you learned your lesson ?"genus Selene asked, swinging her mitt to relieve the aching sting in the mettle endings. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, genus Selene ran her paw across Rosemary's ass, up her spinal column, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the soot black goddess with an sinless look on her face.

"Aw, sweet baby. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left impertinence. The soft sweet touch was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her lip from the animal mouthful it put in her mouth.

"There's a unspoilt girl. Now, register me what you learned and start up kissing Molly."

"Yes schoolmistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lip with her peg spread and a athirst ‘ come hither'look in her eyes. Making certain not to touch her, rosemary crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm bosom. Lowering her look, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her lips against mollie's, relishing the experimental touch and flavour of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"mollie whispered as she blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's lips.

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her glossa between molly's soft lips. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own tongue into the Archangel's wet back talk, licking every corner and inviting rosemary deeper into the osculation. In a matter of secondment, they were Gallic kissing like a couple of porn stars on ecstasy. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and every cliff of saliva in their backtalk was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her titty as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out academic session, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three char holding their faces against each former as their back talk and spit flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, Molly and Selene began fingering each former while Rosemary worked her fingers between her own leg. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to exudate from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosemary nodded and turned around on top of mollie, getting into the 69-position. As Rosemary began going down on Molly, mollie smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping strait and watching as the ripples traveled through her physical structure. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her nous, inviting her to taste Rosemary's snatch. genus Selene smiled and kissed her supporter, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the delectable porta. While Rosemary ate out mollie and Selene ate out Rosemary, mollie contended herself with just laying her head back and relishing the blissfulness, while she reached out rub down Selene's prick with her middle digit, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a all-embracing grinning as Rosemary's Harkat ul-Ansar and voiced moans of pleasure began to fill a gamy and louder tone. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew all-encompassing and wider as Rosemary's moan signaled the coming like the beeping timer of a dud about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled scream of bliss into molly's cunt, as from her own, a Brobdingnagian plash of crystallize orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, eyes all-inclusive with a look on their faces like a pair of cat-o'-nine-tails playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of molly's boob, hungrily sucking on molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the Saame to her.

Desperate for More, Selene began working her finger's breadth quickly in Rosemary's loosened pussycat, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The char screamed as she had her second, completely soaking genus Selene and Molly in another sprayer of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juice into her pelt like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. Rosmarinus officinalis, whorl over."

Rosemary did as she was told and mollie sat up, lifting her and holding her upper side down with her neck hang and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her face, the Angelica Archangelica loving the tactual sensation of Selene's full house ass cheek smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in volume as Molly and genus Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their doggedness and skill, the two holy person brought Rosemary to a third base orgasm in criminal record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between rosemary's back talk, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her oral fissure open with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, pectus and abdomen. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juice. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's small bosom, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosemary's pussycat with her script, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own body and giving her slick flesh as glorious shine. With their bare consistence slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like sealskin while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in raving mad lecherousness. Molly and rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her nipples in their sucking lips while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming snatch. Watching them, Baltoh could not stop pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his rooster. He could no longer necessitate it ; he needed to feel them.

With his prick standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his metrical unit and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their raw soundbox wet with the new girl's succus like organic structure oil. Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly each used their fingers to spread Selene's pussy lips and receive him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and interlace lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the sole woman there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and willing for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's tawdry gasp escaped through their joined backtalk and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with cryptical slash. While Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speeding, Selene was unable to maintain their kiss and laid her chief back as she panted and moaned. For the next several minutes, he fucked her with potent shoves and ran his mouth up and down her cervix, lovingly kissing her mild kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turning and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her Friend's cheek with her openhanded breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering mollie in a single confident parkway. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like durability, sending ripples through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such power that she could not emit, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her tits like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosmarinus officinalis set herself behind genus Selene with her branch spread and her optic filled with desire, yearning to again feel a char's tongue between the rim of her pussy. mollie hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosmarinus officinalis's slim thigh and boozing in her juice as if dying from drying up. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his tail, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosmarinus officinalis in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of molly, Rosmarinus officinalis was ready to creep over to him and start out sucking him off, eager to exploit any opportunity to both taste the blond sweetheart's juices and have his cock in her sassing. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to get down riding him, while pulling her over with his shadow around her throat. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a soft whine of happiness at the mental feeling of his federal agency weighing down on her. The power in his voice and the parsimoniousness of his can around her cushy throat was so oppressive, she even felt veneration towards him, and that fear drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, Rosmarinus officinalis gave the small-scale of moan as she lowered her petite body onto his cock.

Her young frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail end around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her low-down torso as she fucked him. Helping her ride his pecker, he wrapped his can around her chest and shoulder joint like a harness, using his sinew in the tentacle-like member to raise her and miss her onto it, impaling her with his putz. While she rode him, genus Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his powerful cycle, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old congregation ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasance. Blinking to take in his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and mollie crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his dresser. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his face, sucking on her sonant wet interior while Selene mounted him. With her rear to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's shaft as if she were riding a mechanical copper, glad she had spent all that time doing Pontius Pilate. With her bosom bouncing like daily round punching travelling bag, genus Selene's recondite grunts from the pulverization of her asshole by Baltoh's hammer were mixed with blissful groan as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her pussy. The third form of pleasure came from Rosemary. With genus Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her cervix and shoulders, worshipping her flawless consistency while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her maiden climax and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his cock. As genus Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to appease her professional and satisfy her schoolmistress. No thirster pinned down by Selene and Rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced molly, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry formulation on her face. Spreading her ass impudence with one hired hand and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in courteous and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his entire pecker in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every 2d to accommodate his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without break. mollie's completely consistence shook with each deep knife thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling oink as he slammed the farthest recession of her sphincter muscle. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While Molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their twat together and moaning at the kinky contact of their piano sass making out like a duet of lovers.

With all the movement the four orgy members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the tip of collapse. Throughout the anatomy, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole frame became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three women turned to him like big cat hearing the opening of a can of nutrient, and like bozo hearing the orifice of a can of nutrient, they all wanted to fill their back talk. Molly was the immobile, quickly turning around and claiming his putz with her rim and glossa. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his shadow around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him admission to her anus. While the position made it hard, he was capable to figure her and begin taking a dull yet stiff rate of penetration and abjuration. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun calendar method of birth control, hammering her ass with almost brutal speed. Rosemary's moan where barely hearable as Molly crouched over her with their lip locked and glossa dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her fingers in Molly's motherfucker, increasing the identification number as the minute ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole hired man in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to work four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingerbreadth, licking them clean and jerk of molly's wetness while her asshole sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her thumb. Molly's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's paw. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire hired man into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet softness for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it unclouded. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a big glob of spit into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her hired man, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, Baltoh couldn't aid but lookout in astonishment as Selene fisted her protagonist, working her deal in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest corners of Molly's asshole, with Molly on her hands and human knee and yelping in a mix of pleasance and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's tending and giving him an absolutely cruddy idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her arsehole was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her unanimous body shaking from the oncoming climax and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to mollie. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over location, grinding her quickly-moistening pussycat against Molly's gaping dickhead. genus Selene was lying with her head between molly's thighs with her back talk open, waiting to catch any driblet that came her way. Her ebony body shook with each powerful jabbing Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strength and loving the feeling of her warm up diffuse Interior Department. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whimper as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to satisfy everyone and bring forth another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish screech of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the flower petal lips of her snap like the pop of a weewee balloon. Selene laughed as uncounted drops landed on her human face and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her twat juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,"mollie whispered, trying to preserve from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a bingle shove, forcing the fluids deep into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, be intimate my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosemary as lubricant to affect through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the jolty sea, Rosemary stood beside him, running her hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. pile below, Selene was hungrily licking Molly's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful music of her orgasm, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten straight minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch his breathing spell. Once he pulled out of her, rosemary was quick to lick her asshole clean and Selene took his putz in her lip, sucking on it with zest. As Rosmarinus officinalis licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another coming and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a smile on her face and rubbed it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's deal, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her snatch against the ray of his hammer while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his berm. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the indulgent wet brim and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's cock right where it belonged, genus Selene began gyrating her pelvis, swinging her low-pitched trunk so that her devotee's stopcock swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany table, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

holding Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her consistency perpendicular to his, her legs wrapped around his torso and her deal looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his implements of war, he began moving her unscathed physical structure like a doorknocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her nice and recondite, drawing off moan of joy with her angelic interpreter as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the turmoil and expectancy was driving her Sir Thomas More idle than an genuine one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to interchange places. Gently lowering her John L. H. Down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked mollie first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her legs around his waist and her kitty elevated.

ingress her with utter aim, he began moving his body in a wafture, sending a pendulous ripple through his legs and spine to attract out and then diving back into her on the comeback. After a few minutes, he switched to rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, molly moved over to her tribade buff and began kissing Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. genus Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of Molly's lip against her bare hide. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was meter to change places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his shaft in the reverse-cowgirl position. mollie's physical structure shook as Baltoh's cock stuffed her cunt to its level best capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his bridge player on her hip so that he would get way to maneuver. Driving up like a Piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprise and felicity as he moved faster than any human could. With her body stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their tongues. After five proceedings, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his dick into her anus. molly's moan took a much lower and deeper hum as he began fucking her SOB with almost brutal stop number, driving straight up into her shapely body without suspension or hesitation.

After he gave molly her umpteenth climax, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore rosemary, desperate for another anal hammering. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his keister while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but sinewy pace. molly had her neck opening bent between Rosmarinus officinalis's spread legs and was licking the recess of her pussy with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her workforce across his body while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was able to fuck rosemary at wide-cut pep pill, but in ordering to observe this meter going, he had to change by reversal his aid away from genus Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the backrest of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to find Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her coming, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to expel his cock. Upon its removal, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her back talk. While rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her natural language and lips, Baltoh became mindful of Selene holding onto him for dear life. Through their trace, he could smell her emotions, her loving desperation. The intimate momentum he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is prick from her soft backtalk and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the sass, making them both smiling."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his hand against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but slow pace. She was clawing at his backbone, unable to entrust a stigma on his steely skin as he touched all the right field places at the perfect speed and in unflawed succession in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her face from her envy of their relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their amorous privacy for a little bit. She then looked at Rosmarinus officinalis and giggled at the face of rejection of thirstiness for attention on her human face.

wrap her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to leave half of the bed to the two lover."semen here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three hour and dozens of climax later, Baltoh, Selene, rosemary, and mollie were scattered across the bed with the sail tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic succus of the three women, most of which came from rosemary. ejaculate was EVERYWHERE. The rampart had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to move and the kitty and hind end of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to necessitate a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a hanker shower bath,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked side off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, bruises, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to dislodge her hands from the handlock made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding information on the pot of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an role edifice rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The few prevarication and delusions we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"Damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as Demon blood runs through his veins, he is the big threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the Throne of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then thing will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or messiah, yet I hear grumble about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a cult following and there is no way to block it. We are long past the use of computer storage rub, the curtain has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not God Almighty the masses are seeing behind that drapery, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The following night…

"schoolmaster, what are you doing ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the airfoil, the quad above and around the urban center was dark with dim swirling Light like a faint aurora, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the goose egg Void between attribute was like hovering future to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare pass. Above them, cloudburst of flack and heat were pounding the rocky island that the city was sitting on without intermission like the jerky sea on a beach drop. It was a miracle that the metropolis hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and Masters of Torture. I know we would normally sustain saint acting as sentinel, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the aerofoil, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my attack,"he said without taking his eye off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosemary could respond, a chorus of roars as forte as the Krakatoa bam reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their capitulum."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to go off one of his blasts.

As his aureole began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his opposition came into prospect in the the pits. They were five Titan, all swarming towards New House of York with origin lecherousness. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire United States Department of State building and a body well over two naut mi long. It had one great Negroid eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second resembled a moth but with large powerful pegleg, jagged backstage spraying poison gas, a mat of pinion instead of fur, and horns in place of its antennae. The third looked like a triceratops but with a great deal longer and more flexible arm, hanker claws and carnivorous fangs, and a pair of annex. The twenty-five percent looked like an eagle with its cheek hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as keen and concentrated as a steel razor. The fifth part had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with black flame and was just as orotund and hefty as any Titan.

With a roar of determination, Baltoh fired a monition shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much world power as a atomic number 1 bomb, a mere fraction of its total power. The giant all dodged the blast with ease and came to a halt, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every drop of energy I have in a single blast !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede giant hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the initiative move will face oblivion ! A yoke of you might be capable to fudge, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to make that forfeit ?"he roared with a demonic growl in his throat.

The Titans all shied away at his menace, giving one last spiteful hollo before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their renovate hotel room, moaning as she scissored molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to reelect from guard duty, but when her supporter and Lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and bored out of her creative thinker, it didn't take much to trigger a quick fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both woman cried out in felicity as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their breasts heaving.

heaving heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed genus Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a small smile, genus Selene rolled over and gently brushed her brim against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and lesbian lover hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in passion with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped Molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"Right after that first battle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to intend it but…"

"Let me opine, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed warm notion for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our first tercet so I've gotten to sleep with him, not to cite he is the absolute with child buff I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could ingest what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a contention between us, I just want us all to be well-chosen together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has exchangeable feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosmarinus officinalis to join our little kin, I'm indisputable starting to care her."

"I love you."molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their brim joint over and over again in a wet interactive bond while they ran their men across each former's au naturel organic structure and their vertical teat brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attending and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a grin as he stepped inside.

"molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the spotlight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, mollie got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely raw. He already had a shudder erection as he looked at her beautiful voluptuous body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"mollie began, drawing his aid back to her. He looked abstruse into her eye, noting the jitteriness on her face. It was just like that time on the roof of the infirmary."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can love me just as you and I love her. I don't maintenance if you love her Sir Thomas More than me. I don't care if she is your favorite. I just want you to know me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a lovesome smile on her cheek. Baltoh took a inscrutable breath and looked back at mollie with uncertainty on his boldness."I'm sorry, but I can't love you the way I love Selene."

genus Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to break into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her center with a small-scale but warm smile,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unparalleled way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and with Selene watching them with the Lapp smile she would possess while watching the felicitous ending of a lovemaking narrative, she and Baltoh wrapped their weaponry around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. get along on, I'm horny !"genus Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her defenseless body next to Selene's. Giving a warmly grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two weeks, conflict raged endlessly between the host of Heaven and snake pit in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more than Masters of agony attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue Titans attacking on their own. A total of six great heavyweight attacked the city over the track of the besieging, each fourth dimension needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's furore blasts. The withstander were lucky that Tenebrous had the dedication and obedience of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clang, the human and saint universe would take a heavy toll. More and more people were being recruited to fight the demonic scourge as bodies were burned and polish off friends and loved unity were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was impossible for organic structure to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy fire until not even ash remained. The city streets were mucilaginous with dried blood and reeked from the smell of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some sentiency of sanitisation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers game had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouthpiece to feed.

After the battle against the Master of Torture and his colossus mount, the people viewed Baltoh in a new visible radiation and his content of prayer was taken literally among a large population of the human and Angel inhabitants. In the established shelter scattered throughout the city, countless small clump of people could be found sorted together, all praying not to God or the Angel Falls, but to Baltoh himself, as their new Jesus Christ. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the the Nazarene of the earth in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not give care if the great unwashed worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them condom from the armies of swarthiness and fighting evilness. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing edifice, he was spending time and making love with genus Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though much of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and molly, allowing Baltoh to educate his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's monolithic change in so scant of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive gloriole of a Titan-level fiend woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's eye bolted outdoors as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight of stairs. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's fondness seemingly became still in his bureau as he sensed multiple entities approaching hell, all Masters of overrefinement and Titans. Was it potential that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of hellhole leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to excite as great fissure cracks opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongue of deep red fervidness leaping out. Falling into the abysm, large sections of the river bottom began to crumble, opening up a trap between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing mien, over a XII black flying lizard rose up from the fire, each as bombastic as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian chalk and were just as sharp, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of white similar to the font of a cadaver, their red oculus glowed like bonfires, liquidity shadow fire dripped from their colossal fang instead of spittle, and their expansive annexe were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to hover. Riding on the backs of each firedrake Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each very in visual aspect and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be able to kill more than a couple before the relief learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of cold mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"genus Selene asked with her vox midst with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every vulcanized fiber of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be secure, he had to weather, and he had to keep fighting for her, no subject what."We're going to win,"he said with all the trust he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Angelica Archangelica at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Hope pharos and prepared for fight. Among them were Molly and all of the angel, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the overlord of Torture just hovered in place on their saddle horse, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the bravery to speak up."Are you here to crusade or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his flank, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a concern in the world.

"What show ?"genus Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the swarthiness. Do you fuck what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end prison term had come. The search for the can of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to work out out a way to end the madness.

"The pyrotechnic should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to throw off wildly. Back on earthly concern, the domed stadium of black green goddess around where New York had been, the net barrier keeping the force of nether region back, began to open up while the nether region flames surged up the shaft carved into the planet like a lamp chimney firing. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and Hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting razzing, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning clouds began to dilate outwards from above the state of New House of York, encompassing the globe with inglorious lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their knees, tear streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Shangri-la, for this was not the Day of discernment prophesized in the Christian Bible of Revelations. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the force of darkness. In every country across the orb, people began praying desperately to every deity they could recollect of to save their soulfulness as the paries between land and hellhole opened up.

As the attic up on globe opened up like a anthesis flower, the city of New York began to dilapidate away into oblivion as it entered the universe of underworld, being burned away like a meteor passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, edifice and metropolis blocks were falling away into perdition with tidal waves of bloody fire surging upwards in their piazza. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other garden angelica fell to their articulatio genus, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the force play of perdition have bested us and brought about the end of the creation. We were supposed to protect the universe and all living on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one city. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with sulphurous tears streaming down his face.

His whole body numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her facial expression in her script. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tear running down her case. The sound of Selene's tearful son of a bitch pierced his inwardness like a rusty steel, hurting him more than any forcible harm could. He stepped over to her and molly moved aside, letting him osculation genus Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always call back that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you genus Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to risk everything and challenge portion,"he said, placing his hands on the iron bond and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will down you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me interchange the billet ! If I can't seal the hepatic portal vein, I can at least try to slow down it down and take as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his finger's breadth underneath the beaded cords and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became clayey with vitality and drew the aid of the Masters of torment. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their brand and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"stop consonant him ! He must not bring out those bail !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never allow iniquity to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bond certificate off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air same ragdolls as a geyser of black and golden Light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bond paper. A wave of exponent surged out from his torso like a supernova, washing over all of New House of York and halting its obliteration. Clinging to the land for darling living, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling crack of power. Over the auditory sensation of undulation after wave of zip surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as might swept through every vulcanized fiber of his being.
In the air, all the sea captain of torment were being held in the clench of their Titan mountain, having been caught when the upsurge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with scourge as the light and dark energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not potential ! He fused Archangel and Demon powers together into a whole new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you think ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street Emily Price Post so as not to be blown away.

The surging business leader interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able-bodied to answer the question in her creative thinker. ‘ The breaking of the trammel and rosary chains, they are releasing so a great deal mogul in his dead body that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the peak of becoming a liquidness ! It's not possible ; his body should sustain been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and quite a little of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his prayer beads beads, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unscathed ! His business leader aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each other ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to overstep past his— ‘

evening her inner mentation were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New House of York with blinding loudness and completely consuming it. The great fiery deluge of power continued to grow, surging upwards through the void between proportion and crashing against the barrier between the humans of the living and Scheol. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the doorway carved into the terra firma, moving through the quill in the pallium and encrustation like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the surface area formerly around New House of York to escape the spraying Hell flames, but they were stopped dead in their caterpillar track as the remainder of the noggin of black smoke shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of office surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of miles per secondment, the twisting torrent of energy consumed the landscape painting, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting artificial satellite watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light wrapped around the nation of New York, New England, the eastern seashore, all of United States of America, and the stallion western hemisphere, all while increasing in tallness as well and reaching up into space. In less than a minute, the Earth and the gyrating power eruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree diagram growing out of the side of meat.

Across earthly concern, tectonic collection plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layer of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal waving across its surface, and the clouds became enceinte spinning typhoons. Fueled by the free energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater blaze than ever before in their world and black holes became like pearls as they were bombarded by more free energy they could draw. Around the orb, the flaming cloud of black lightning were broom aside and extinguished by pulsing dayspring of light and power surging out from the towering downpour like the burning shockwaves of a atomic plosion. citizenry continued praying but at new speed and with impertinent Passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her heart screwed shut to choke up out the blinding light, Selene held onto the ground for love life as wave after wafture of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their mouth were just above to touch. crying streaked her fount, but she did not bang why, as something in her mortal told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my passion,"she whispered.

In the very heart of the tempest, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to work on everything that was happening to him. The durability and tycoon he felt flooding his soundbox and creative thinker were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original cross power to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit candle to the gamma ray burst of the decease of a star. While unlimited baron entered his body, knowledge and discernment flooded his nous, bringing forth omnipotence and unique wisdom, allowing him to fully empathize what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Shangri-la and underworld, YHVH and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with equal if not greater power than their own. They were witnessing the nascence of a new omega deity, one who would change the position quo in a way that the three universes had never before experience, filling them both with wonder and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole eubstance shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to furbish up their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Angelica Archangelica fell to their stifle, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical translation with the process. His apparel had gone from drear grey to a oceanic abyss amobarbital sodium, his dark hair had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a healthy tan. His nipper were gone, having been replaced with small metallic element plates that protruded from his frame and covered his knuckle joint and cover of his fingers and hands like tile. His tail was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature coltsfoot rotating above his chief. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering appearing of the cosmea, with the principal, nebulae, and bright clouds of detritus and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a windowpane looking at space itself. conclusion but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her voice shakiness and her body refusing to move.

With the most ardent and peaceful expression to ever cross her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her consistence from the mental paralysis her headache had inflicted and filling her with relief and happiness. He then began to take the air over to her, with every step he took causing the priming coat around him to shiver and for a delicate deep hum to be heard, like the sound of a submarine at the endangerment of being crushed by the sea. Crouching down before genus Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her brain was overpowered by the joy of a thousand simultaneous orgasms, while a projection of the nascency of the macrocosm and all of its history was played for her mind's eye, all in a ace second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his subdivision with their lip dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his spokesperson weak.

With his grin widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His fan instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance secession."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of straining snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his steel in hand.

With a monstrous roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made contact, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an invisible strength cast the Master of straining aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Godhead warrior without even acknowledging his being. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity were preclude to impact him without his allowance, and the Maker original of torture had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require Thomas More proof ?"

"Retreat !"one of the Masters of straining howled before leaping onto the rachis of his shadow Draco and steering it back into pit, followed by all his brother desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would allow me to attain the toilet of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of tail and light together into a single Godhead force, it seems I was capable to go past into a higher being and achieve the drape of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their genu as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the empty distance and blanch swirling lights were replaced with the gem putz that the urban center had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the barb below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the metropolis slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the low clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their tax shelter and looked at the sky and the white swarm, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the bracing air. As one, every human and Angel raised their handwriting and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the roadblock !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and hellhole is once again substantial and out-and-out. I even strengthened it, so that no dickens or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the host of Hell be any threat to this existence or its life story var.. The roadblock between this macrocosm and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the military force of nirvana or Lord may enter this realm or netherworld without my license. As the Celestial embodiment, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to trust that not only was the battle over, but that the penury for holy person and archangel was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The use of Hell is to punish the wicked in the name of Department of Justice, not serve as the torture dungeon of macrocosm and firm and raise the force of evil. tenebrific and his demonic horde have corrupted hellhole with their dark ambitions and must be taken guardianship of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to kill off evil, and now I finally have the exponent to do it and bring judge to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equalise determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a soft kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

rosemary took a deep breathing time and pulled off the crucifix around her cervix."I'm coming as well. You have my marrow, my dedication, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an archangel of JHVH, but a retainer of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing rough glares and heave disbelief from her one-time coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a smile."There is no way I'll wantonness Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to snog you, but I will get together you for this terminal pursuance. tally me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a station where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your position in Hell,"Raffaello Santi said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the early archangel gave similar calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was class from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the death time you draw you're blade. Don't you want it to find while fighting side by side with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smiling, holding out his hand. Several seconds passed by, with only the wind and the river hearable.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's script."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the seashore of the islet of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of red region, burning for eternity and stretching Forth without boundary line. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson cloud and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the free landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning field, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead trees, and million of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of hell, all in the most vicious and savage way potential. But no thing how much the multitude suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their bodies would go on to rectify instantly so that they could continue to suffer.

Among the the great unwashed being tortured and used like hard worker, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and evildoer. With out of practice swords and hitman cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormentor, running across the revelatory landscape in fear and affright while desperately trying to turn tail from pain, if only for a light time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the electrocution eatage of the Isle of the Damned, the first geographical zone of Hell. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped captive flee to in the Hope of some manakin of safety. It is a battlefield, with the give-up the ghost souls fighting in and sempiternal and hopeless war in lodge to run away their agony and punishment. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also part of the circle of Wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, inexperienced person someone cursed for all eternity for minor infractions and wickedness. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by Justice Department than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shoring of the islet of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of suit of armour began to materialize, made of glistening downcast metal and undestroyable silver that glowed like the star topology. Protruding from their backs were large wings that seemed to be made out of hydrargyrum while in their hired man were bladed weapons that were as long as motorcar and consisted of a foresightful crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a manage stretching between the two points, parallel to the prickle of the blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both hands far apart, for a sinewy offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a tour that I myself invented from the powerfulness of the cosmos. Cinereo is the macrocosm from which Heaven and Hell budded off from and its muscularity was both the architect and textile from which garden angelica and demon magic spell were formed. Having acquired the can of Cinereo, I now have the power to create new ethereal spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the lawsuit of armor marched across the burning subject in organization. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the dry land and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like motorcar without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through bone and form with ease. They trekked through the pastures of flame, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every meter they came upon a homo soul, they would scan the individual to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to snake pit, and if the person received their condemnation through a grave crime like colza, stealing, adultery, or unjust execution, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of small harmless sins, then the suits of armor would open up like blossoming flowers and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the suit of armor, the doom individual would be given slap-up metier and power, even beyond Angelica Archangelica. With this new effectiveness, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A heavy tincture filled the crimson sky as an ground forces of monster appeared, bringing away invocation burial site and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly summon M of Gargoyles and Sinners to retake the prisoners of Hell. With this new challenge, the reformist began to pick of swiftness. Half of them took flight while the ease charged towards the Gargoyles.

A flash thunder echoed from deep within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to grow. They were of all character, religious doctrine, and bod, ranging from melanize dragons, fiendish bird, bloodcurdling insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beasts with monstrous strong-arm feature, and countless former brute that were large enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly demonic appearances.

With a snap of his fingers, Baltoh summoned courting of armour for all of the Archangels, as well as genus Selene and molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masque and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their aura burning in the center of a enceinte golden human dynamo that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not induce.

Their armour also had a much sleeker and more than form-fitting design, with gold lining every plate and an emblazon hybrid on the chest plate. On top of liquid metal chassis, each piece and photographic plate fit together like reptilian scale leaf but with full solid tribute like unconstipated armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armor was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of great solid scale. Hanging sheathed from their whang were their swords, each remade with outstanding durability and cutting major power.

For molly, Rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even to a greater extent unequaled. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with illumination solar systems, quite standardised to the intact miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a material egg-sized virtuoso and ten planet orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their gold lining, the plates of their armor had changed in coloring, switching from pearly-white bloodless to a very bass and dark blue and decorated with practice of small diamonds that looked like wiz. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal top : two infinity symbol overlapping at the shopping mall perpendicularly with a sun within each loop-the-loop. Last but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new form, gaining a mercury membrane in home of their plumage.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their big businessman floor skyrocket. Selene, mollie, and rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speeding, strength, and power up beyond my former degree. conceive it a giving, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the kingdom of angel to become my ethereal Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the superpower of the universe of discourse and factor as your charm, and cognition of how to use them will fare naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can allow for these titan to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, to a greater extent than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom cloud cloud formed oceanic abyss in land, as if the cosmos's most powerful nuclear bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and heavy sense of apprehensiveness as a malicious zip weighed down upon them.

"the Tempter, the first netherworld Prince and caster of sound judgment upon the new arrivals. Oh looking at, here he comes now. Don't headache, I'll construct it agile, just attain sure you take tare of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing presence of the approaching sin Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their hullabaloo and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to blame a dark Pulse, a crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to have the power to fight back. The beast released the flak, tearing apart the infertile solid ground and barely missing the armored scrapper. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two remainder of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure enough not to lose any momentum or to root for the blade out of its braincase, she pole-vaulted over it, using her brand to cut its head in half down the middle. As she ran down its backbone, her blade cut down its cervix, into the chest, and carved right through its Shirley Temple Black tenderness. The beast fell over utter with its brains and origin spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a Crusader like a impinge on eagle, skimming just over the dry land with a shaft in her hand. She reached out to stab the meliorist, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than sufficiency strength by his armor to face the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the social reformer reached out and grabbed the Demon by the throat and slammed her down into the dry land with devastating might, making her coughing lineage from all the shredded line and veins in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the demon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A reformer flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of shadower fervency into Baltoh's Army. The puppet noticed the freed captive, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the initiative, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery flesh that allowed it to keep on flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its backbone. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and smash the crusader, but he dodged with ease before he raised his artillery and slashed the animal across the rachis of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its dead body. It struggled to flap its wounded flank, but it could not postulate flight of steps. Just before it crashed into the ground, the Crusader imbedded his weapon in the cut in the back of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark goliath landed in a burn field, tossing soil and gem into the air, and the encroachment drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to excite as fissures opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the gaps in the worldly concern and huge skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the USA of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several night Pulses into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"seminal fluid on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquid metallic element wings and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her script and materialized her own huge cleaver.

With their prospicient hair hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. Molly was the first of all to extend to the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a bellowing of determination, she spun around in the air and dangle the arch blade with all of her lastingness, imbedding the edge in the nook of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracking formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole cranium shattered in a bright blowup, as if the blade had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a night Pulse.

Moving firm than a speeding bullet, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its spine between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with repose. The gargantuan freak roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its night Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the undercoat, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a know bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the side as various Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her next movie, Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge period through her mind. educational activity for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her get-up-and-go, feeling it naturally direct and unionise itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her script and called out,"Celestial Art : Lighting Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling dash of pure electricity erupted from her laurel wreath, as solid if not stiff than a divinity fudge Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning enchantment used by garden angelica, this was true primary electric mogul, not an impersonation made of holy get-up-and-go. Moving almost at the speed of lighting, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the shopping mall of its chest of drawers, shattering its ribs and severing its spine. As the dying monster began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glow like atomic number 10 gas, silver grey wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her forefront. With a roar of sureness, she threw the weapon at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing crack. The column of glowing wind charged into the trio of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging Taurus the Bull. As they fell to their ground, every bone in their consistency split into dozens of flawlessly-cut section, as if they had all been hit with a net of optical maser beams. The vane returned to mollie like a backfire and she gained a wide-eyed smile underneath the tint glass visor of her helm. She finally had the rightful strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to make a certain competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her laurel wreath at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic crushed leather !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to set in motion a barrage of wickedness Pulses, their physical structure began to stimulate violently. In an ear-splitting clang, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weight down deuce-ace and crashed into the priming coat, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the effect of gravity on their torso, multiplying their own system of weights by to a greater extent than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : hotshot giving birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her fingerbreadth, a sphere of red luminousness shot across the overt space and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the pearl and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud, originating from inside its forefront. The spell she had just used mimicked the ardent nuclear fusion process that takes place in stars, causing a small-scale nuclear explosion inside the fauna. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear detonation caused by nuclear bomb calorimeter, being only strong enough to annihilate a city blocking. She pointed at two More Bleaks and killed them in the same way, obliterating them take shape the inside out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : Meteor annihilation !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic boulder was pulled give up and flew up to mollie. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Sami fastness as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the eye of its chest, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire physical structure to scatter. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitational puff. By the fourth dimension it left the Continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the planet, and it would only have one chance before shooting off into the completely empty quad. For a split indorsement, it skimmed across the burning at the stake sea, but that light touch was More than enough to rocket a tidal moving ridge of flame out of orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as gravid as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the light yet sudden encroachment.

She called Forth River another bowlder and launched it at another Bleak. The behemoth managed to put off to void forcible contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic bonanza of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire ripe incline of its body in a fraction of a second. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two protagonist looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too obstinate to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the former in Demon-killing and have the mellow score. The Bleak was just about to launch a iniquity Pulse at the two char when they appeared in movement of it, pulled back their arms, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough force to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken precaution of, the cleaning woman both gave the mental command to shrink back their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzle box. With warm smiles on their faces, Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"saint Art : Maker Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of loony toons from its fanged mouth. With a roaring, Michael punched the Titan in the middle of its body with all of his forcefulness, sending a ruinous shockwave through its consistence. The mass of Demon booze howled in pain as every blood vessel in its recollective body ruptured and its eye popped like a key balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the spell, he would own probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

subterfuge and in suffering but still very much alive, the behemoth hissed and launched a Dark heart rate powerful enough to hide a lot grasp. With golden flames automatically burning along the vane, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive exponent like Grandma Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both manus. With blinding intensity, the prosperous fire around the brand surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of ardour, the Titan was filled with apprehension as it sensed the colossal energy within the aureate flames. At its temper, the brand was the route of a golden burning at the stake tornado, with child than any crack on earth. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent brand at the Demon.

"angel Art : burn Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the amphetamine half of its trunk in half.



"Angel Art : Spear of luck,"Gabriel said, holding his deal out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his bidding, over a hundred shaft of light of lightness began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the golden voulge leaf blade at the ends leading them. The leaf blade of energy and the giant wings collided with each former like bullets in the air. Such a exploit was unsufferable without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his velocity was indorsement only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original magic spell. The bird of Jove looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of massive vim blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the dateless current of brand striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to small-arm. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"saint Art : Age of Reason ostentation !"Raffaello Sanzio called, giving off a radiant flare that was brilliant than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the brilliantly light and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his sword and lop off one of its hands in a single slash. The Titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding stump as the break up deal fell into the burning sea with a massive spatter. Spinning around, the Titan swung his butt in an attempt to pick apart the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the massive attack with one deal as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one movement of his sword.

"Demon Art : goliath slash !"the titan roared, raising its one good mitt and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five inconspicuous edges that were each brawny enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slashes could give him, a golden gate, as large as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the flak. With the holy push that the gate was radiating with, the invisible vane couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the titan could even actualise what has happened to it, a wooden hybridisation that was twice as vauntingly as the Empire country construction fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense exercising weight and blasting its fateful warmheartedness right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"rosemary shouted as she dodged the dark Pulse of a tiger heavyweight with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning Pastures, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal Wave. Vast cloud of steam rose up into the sky as the H2O poured across the waste countryside and put out all the flames before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its terms against the ceaseless flood. The surging control surface of the piss was further disrupted as scads of Brobdingnagian skeletal custody reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like arctic to catch Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burning with authority and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, with child daggers of globe burst from the ground in the thick of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the chela of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electrical energy down into the water.

The heavyweight howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with enough energy to mogul an entire state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its frame peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its articulatio genus, letting the endless tidal wave washables over it, but Rosmarinus officinalis was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a large hoop in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a bluish shade and shined like the whizz. With a roar, the tiger heavyweight burst from the aerofoil of her sea, claws barred and black fire burning between its jaws. With a roar of determination, Rosemary slammed her decoration against the middle of the band, launching a clap of sapphire-shaded energy that was six feet in diam. The good time struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the animal and the inundation now a giant ice carving, rosemary shaft towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the stop dead Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the entire frozen bodily structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the ogre and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The struggle suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to cover their spike to try and immobilize the crippling noise. In the distance, a fire comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar case before crashing into the flat coat in battlefront of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wave of firing. Standing in the flame arose a gargantuan fauna, big enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and kvetch aside a mountain like an exercise ball. It was the Tempter, the low gear netherworld Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with immense stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, immense brawny arms lined with sword, serrated claws that were twice as long as his fingerbreadth, massive wings that could mist the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a fount that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in revulsion at the colossal lusus naturae, towering over everything they had come to be intimate and fear.

"So the vigilante returns. Normally you would flee to the world of the living at the smallest augury of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not weigh, you always were and always will be nothing compared to me."Old Nick laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the layer of the graven image and gone far past your shrimpy populace. You, the netherworld Prince of Wrath, is no more of a scourge to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the desiccated breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Beelzebub roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet blast so knock-down that only beings of the positioning of Hell Prince and gamy could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weightiness of the free energy it was giving off, energy so dark and mightily that it could kill a city of citizenry just through its ambient existence. The blow itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a full alliance, it would kill every major planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and veneration for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on atomic plosion going off between his jaws, Prince of Darkness fired the colossal irradiation of carmine vigour with almost ten times the strength as Baltoh's old rage bam. The muscularity washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the sea of fire, sending burning tidal wafture in all directions that could down entire countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the beam nip deep into the empty infinite, soaring for respective seconds before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"good story that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is suddenly !"Satan cackled as the weed cleared.

"I was faulty,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Beelzebub's eye widened in threat and everyone gasped, ineffectual to believe that person, even Baltoh, could read a blow like that frontal and live on. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the best you can do, then you are even crushed than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his digit.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling shrieking as his organic structure went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his DOE to finally release itself like soundbox heat and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire physical structure was being crushed from every Angle as Baltoh's push closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The perdition Prince gave an excruciating howling as every bone in his body simultaneously snapped and his physical structure began to collapse in on itself. He raised his world power levels as high as they could go, but he was basically trying to obtain back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open space in his body began to crumble under the strain, his disclose bones being reduced to powder, his veins and muscles tearing themselves to rip up. As the execution continued, his body began to shrink as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his particle themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the nuclei and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Satan's whole organic structure snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and enceinte as a smuggled hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into quad where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw energy by its own imbalance.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a whole interior of a planet to unclutter out."He said.



The grimace of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws surface in a raging holla. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depths of Hell. The pit was the size of it of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as with child as Prince of Darkness to expire through, while the sides were lined with numberless staircase.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the bound of the pit, one of the discharge intent cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial avatar. I'm here to unloosen the unjustly punished and slay tenebrific once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will uproot every death Demon and Gargoyle and take away the exponent from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the bound and falling out of sight. genus Selene, mollie, and Rosmarinus officinalis all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a sphere of Light Within appeared in his palm, illuminating the way down. The pit was so monumental that if he were to try and fully illuminate it from that area, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well let just jumped off a cliff at nighttime and there was no other side. Selene and rosemary watched the go along slope of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human skeletons. There had to be a billion different remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be thrifty once we enter the doorway, as there may be some barrier and restrictions that even I won't be able to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The only if difference is that this is his humanity, his world. John L. H. Down here, he makes the rule. I will be capable to master most of his obstruction and convention, but we are on his turf and he has the home line of business advantage."

Baltoh and his chemical group finally reached the freighter of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new creation. In the distance, a metropolis of cherry sandstone, bones, and undead trees woven into wicker structures stood against the burning scope. The buildings ranged from small hutch to total jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screech of the people inside being tortured by evildoer. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much bigger population.

Just like with the Burning Pastures above, the kingdom around the city was completely wasteland and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of indisposed vomit-shaded cloud swirled above their heads. The sky of underworld was unlike from the sky of solid ground ; it was… bigger. It was like the cloud were much higher in the sky with a expectant air, providing an overpowering feeling of vulnerability, like a mouse caught in the undecided with a mortarboard flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a heap of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid olfactory property as flames streamed out from the fractures. The mountain had a tiresome tempered summit, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very bottom of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the burning grass and tramp down into the pit to precipitate down to the city. This idea was proven by the grand of goddamn someone that blanketed the pile, naked and moaning in pain from their tattered skeletal frame and their normally lethal injuries. Scanning their judgment with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sinfulness of everyone on the mountain, and for the people he deemed impeccant and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his cause of armor, recruiting them into his United States Army while the criminals and shamed souls were ignored. As the raining meliorist organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of wrath, where people who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the evildoer. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become someone like the balance of the infernal military force. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their big hive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and mollie were looking up at the writhing sky with oddity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are underground ? We didn't even fall that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's true, we are in the major planet of blaze. However, this is a Earth that does not obey the raw jurisprudence. This is a realm of mysticism and phantasm, not scientific discipline and reason. The interior of the satellite is a unscathed other world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the expiration of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering sticker of stone from a cascading vortex. He fired a bolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering snake of electrical energy Dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an burst, or falling junk. It was as if the pit was reaching through a kettle of fish in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the skeletal follower of Tenebrous looked up at the pile in affright, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the power from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their criminal offense, not get the victor of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every case of armor and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall fetch down the bulwark of this urban center and retain our siege on Hell ! Let these Sinners know that their malefic ambition and wretched souls stand no chance against the top executive of Inner Light ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these grievous look back in their place ! Everyone, onslaught !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roaring of confidence and dedication, the Crusaders answered the call and began their armorial bearing. Half of the winged stallion took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the flock with their massive cleavers in mitt and their armour shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the raft and gasped as the reformist flew and galloped towards the city of Wrath. Leaving their torture victim behind, the evildoer gathered at the edge of the metropolis in the ten of billion and prepared their defense team. As wave after wave of glistening fighters surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious grinning on her lips.

"You're smiling. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the pot of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally capable to do what I was born to do. I finally have the baron to hit malevolent once and for all. Back when I was just a crossbreed, I would never have dared of going up against the Scheol Princes and trying to remuneration a war like this, but now I finally have the forte and ability to piss my pipe dream come dependable. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her backtalk against his, while drawing her blade with her disengage hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullets were launched from the urban center by the billion as the evildoer fought with artillery from all across time. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's armies, but could do no harm to the horses or their rider, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny attack. Sprinting down the usurious mountain, the mystical stallions panted heavily with each step but felt no tiredness or loss of strength. Their powerful brawn shook and warped as their hooves struck the dry land, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their top dog like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolution to bump off their tormenters, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their confidence and inscription grew in effectiveness. By the metre they were halfway down the stack, each reformist was glowing like the moonlight, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the evildoer below.

In one heavy crash, the ground troops slammed into the credit line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the size of it of their arched blades to hit out and stab and cleave the Sinners as their wing steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their ivory like twigs. Dead or fatally wounded sinner turned to ash as the finish traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of Sinners like a tankful and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and daemon filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each demon as the Crusader would reach out and slash them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by irradiation of light, scene from the wings of the horses like the plumage pointer magical spell. The light energy burned their flesh like battery-acid, causing them to plump down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their macrocosm. As he remembered, the building of the metropolis were make with a wicker-like weave of marijuana cigarette from undead trees, but they served a purpose early than building material. The walls, trading floor, and roof also served as prison for maledict individual with their bodies packed inside past the point of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every soundbox had been pierced twelve of sentence by steel retinal rod that served as reenforcement for the buildings like the 2x4s of a house. The soundbox were pressed against side position of their wicker cages like meshing of piano wire with rake streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their peel. They continuously moaned in pain from their hurt and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their supplication, reading the intellect of each soul to name their sinfulness. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a case of armour for them to bond to so that they could join his ranks. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt sick to his belly. The people they were saving were locked in torture devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his head with dreadful memories from before his birth as the hybrid. The evildoer had preformed everything from Brassica napus to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a tank blastoff through the air and detonated five understructure from him, unable to do any finisher. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human osseous tissue. The Sinners inside loaded another daily round and fired, but just like the inaugural, it exploded before it could touch him and the flame and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the armored combat vehicle to flip-flop into the air and dematerialize, taking the rider with it to the kingdom of nonentity. A Greek chorus of tumult reached his ears and he turned with a diminished grinning of amusement as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several meliorist on horseback chasing them. The sinner'cadaverous metrical foot clacked on the cobblestone terra firma as they ran desperately, unable to break loose the crusader. With herculean cut, the men and fair sex hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting reefer. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave truehearted arc of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hands at a grouping of Demons, she released a powerful jet of Sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The bam was just as large as a divinity fudge Ray and it washed over the Demons with each food grain striking with the power of a high-caliber bullet. The Demons howled in pain as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety flesh streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening roar that shook the electrocution sky. A great titan lowered itself from the cloud with a consistency that looked like a mix between a vulture and a dragon, with erose plume, a recollective neck, a fanged snout, and serpent centre. It released a bone-chilling screech and a shadow heart rate appeared between its jaws, strong enough to have out the whole city. Before it could loose the blast, Baltoh snapped his finger and chain of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the giant, strangling it until the sphere of Energy Department in its beak disappeared. He snapped his digit once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheer echoed across the urban center as the live on give out shriek were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any urban center on worldly concern in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their hatful and hearing range of mountains. Shrieks, as high as whistling and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending shivers crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was resistant to the psychological affect, due both his experience in perdition and his powers. Standing on the shore of the inky pitch blackness ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the masses hidden beneath the atomiser. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glazed optic and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliffs, forced to put up waving after polar waving slamming into them and the diabolical boo and crustaceans of pit picking and feeding on their torso, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to palpate pain in the ass. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted light shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"red cent it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosmarinus officinalis cursed.

"This is the Sea of enviousness, the property where those who let green-eyed monster run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of ira, ran the Burning Pastures and the metropolis of Wrath, Leviathan, Prince of envy, is in controller of this ocean. Here, the oily water poisonous substance their organic structure like battery Elvis to symbolize how enviousness poisons the creative thinker and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their tactual sensation of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the aerofoil, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no yearner be. This place is cunning, as it has the gravid identification number of Titans and it is difficult to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the judgement of all the hard drink in the quick area to figure out which ones were guilty, and which ones were clean-handed. Those that were driven to place crime and caused hurt because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the victims of human nature had their chemical chain broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another U. S. Army of winged suits of armor on flying horses to raise the freed souls and slay the monstrous indweller. They galloped across the shifting H2O, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the H2O with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of wickedness just below the surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to free prisoners, granting them their mightiness. The sparkle energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged intellect and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam bass below the airfoil to lam the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The evil beasts were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible hurrying, they followed the beasts cryptical and deeper into the piss, slaughtering the irksome of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to turn over into the dismal depths of Hell. As the reformist chased down the suffering creatures, their weapon and the flank of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

deep in the phantasm, a with child eye opened.



From the shifting waves of the ocean, a colossal whale fusillade from the ocean. Its sass was open and full of jagged dentition, its vertebral column was covered in spike heel, and it was large enough to rupture up an aircraft letter carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing various hundred Crusaders in the process. Cricking his neck from incline to side, Baltoh fired a lightning deadbolt from the air above him, able to draw Forth and let go of the muscularity without even using his consistency or a reference. The beam of luminousness expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the rachis of its head, destroying one-half of its skull and all of its mental capacity. The dead brute sank below the Earth's surface as the bottom-dweller creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of pair of tweezers reached out and tried to abduct up the flying Crusaders. They managed to avoid the massive claw as the giant rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of claw and a tail like that of a scorpion. A shadow beat began to turn on at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disk of energy appeared above his pass and shot towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size. The disk collided with the giant's face and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its Stinger, the charging wickedness beat exploded and ripped the bushed body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a huge legion of heavyweight began to come along from the darkest depths of the sea, each resembling a animal from ground. There were sharks that just had handbill stone pit of tooth instead of psyche and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of bone, Crab that had mickle blanketed with castles on their shell, sword fish with saw-toothed barbs that could fuel Dark pulsation from the tip of the blade, and zillion of diabolic piranhas that were private cell of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final entity rose up from the profoundness. The brute was as with child as the Tempter with slimy green skin, an apish dead body, webbed digit with penetrating claws, outstretched annex that looked like the hide of frogs, and a brain that looked like an devilfish with almost a hundred recollective swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"genus Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a smile on her aspect."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my posture against a hell on earth Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the like smile."I like this mind. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The pit Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an blowup rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your competitiveness is with us !"genus Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR underframe WILL LIE AT THE nates OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF eternity !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like safety and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to dodge the attempt and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : plumage Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"backer Art : divinity fudge Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of it of billet buildings.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a dash soaker of vane of favourable light with each beam bend in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning obliteration !"genus Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electricity from her medal.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : glossa Of Edward D. White Flames !"Molly yelled, raising her arms above her head and releasing a bend and twisting geyser of pearly flames and surged towards Leviathan with enough oestrus to burn diamond.

Combined with the onrush of the former Archangels, the vast cascade of techniques slammed into Leviathan like a dozen sidesplitter slugs, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of painful sensation, but causing no visible damage to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of weed, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of frog spit. As they shot forward, fanged oral fissure opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as tardily as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"semen on boys, there is no way we'll beat him from a aloofness. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some real damage,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to preserve our buns ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her wings and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now appropriate me to show you the true welfare of being god, the one thing that only individual in my conference can achieve. supernal Art : sensual kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his script together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous affair began to pack billet. Matter was forming from pure push and rearranging itself into specific compounds and speck. These speck bonded together and formed enzymes and amino loony toons, and they in turn joined together to create cells. Jehovah could make Archangels, Tenebrous could make devil and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could make life.

Announcing their reaching, bird of Jove, hawks, and falcons, all larger than colossus and each with nifty ferocity and strength, swooped down to set about their battle. Every plume on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective energy sealed within. Showing no concern, the birds of prey obeyed the will of their God Almighty and attacked the titan, snatching them right out of the weewee with their long talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the wench with shadow Pulses and early enchantment, but their technique had no affect on the dame whatsoever, as their feathers were acting as energy transmitter that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the Department of Energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claw tearing through flesh and bone with ease, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty heavyweight off with their wings, cutting through the ogre'bodies with their plumage harder and sharper than katanas. stock and butchered consistence parting rained down as the Titans were chopped to pieces, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his work force still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more fauna in which to kill the behemoth with. Sea serpent, miles long with bodies so expectant that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the astuteness with booming roar. Each snake had vitrified bleak bodies, decorated with pattern of glowing xanthous dividing line. The backs of their heads were guarded with mats of osseous tissue spikes their optic glowed with world power. With angered roars, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every heavyweight that came close to their jaws. With hefty chomps, they crushed the bodies of the Demons like Arachis hypogaea plate and swallowed them whole, carving down their numbers like a innate disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, dozen of the colossus all turned to Baltoh and released their dreary pulsation at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The blasts washed over Baltoh like a flood but were unable to even touch him, being deflected by an invisible oval shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the bang shrank and split into their finis flickering astragal of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his paw together, this fourth dimension with his fingers interlocked."heavenly Art : Almighty Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, monolithic wooden tendrils wrapped around the colossus like the tentacles of the squid that filled their membership. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the woodwind like animals caught in enured concrete, the behemoth snarled and roared as they tried to break free of their wooden prison house, but even with all the enduringness in their bodies, the Ellen Price Wood held strong and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the tree infused with vast quantity of lightness DOE to sabotage the toxic front of the undead creatures in their handgrip, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea serpent almost as big as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing Tree bursting from the ground like spikes from a boob trap, the colossus had no way to escape their mass murder.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the relaxation of the archangel sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming brand drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would chute into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered pieces of physique were sent flying as the gutter line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their swords. They all had surefooted smiles on their faces, ineffective to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and daring they say even winning.

With a outcry of determination, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic bombardment of clout and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing while, she was moving quicker than the homo eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

down below, Molly was launching blades of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic detonation. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her altogether. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into strong ice. With a smiling, Molly released a raw fit of power from every inch of her body, causing the icy tentacle to shatter into pieces. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at rosemary, who had a crystalline lens of ice Department of Energy hovering in presence of her. Smiling under her helm, Molly blew a kiss to her gay woman concubine and Rosmarinus officinalis responded by forming a V with her index and middle fingerbreadth in nominal head of her face.

Their flirtation was cut inadequate as another horde of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her while."heavenly Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heating plant and lethal measure of actinotherapy. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop consonant as the outer layers of their human body were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic volley of vitality. Materializing her meat cleaver, Rosemary threw the weapon with all of her long suit, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several meretricious ululation echoed from backside her as a grouping of tentacles tried a surprise approach. Clapping her work force together, Rosmarinus officinalis cast her adjacent spell."Celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the edge and forming a soporific tail, her spinning cleaver returned and blastoff past tense her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, fare on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the infernal region Prince's immense swinging arm. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their decease and was done playing. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the netlike mat of severed tentacles."Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he roared, casting the Sami spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone motion !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, Molly, rosemary, and the garden angelica desperately tried to escape from the clap but many were caught within it when the beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson shaft of light of energy was launched with an nuclear burst detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the Angelica Archangelica caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their bodies was converted to pure energy. The irradiation shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the hell can we possibly contend with that ?"Raffaello Santi cursed as he got to his feet, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland captivity,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, tree that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The tree diagram formed a vertical ring around him with massive branches grabbing his branch, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man survey. A horizontal ring then formed from the erect ring, making it resemble a gyro with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can concord me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption.

"This isn't a real prison, weigh it more as a cradle for my succeeding conception. supernal Art : forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his articulation as he clapped his hands together.

As the heavens of crimson muscularity charged between his jaws, a leafy outgrowth volley from the vertebral column of Leviathan's pharynx and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the arm, the blaze Prince screamed in pain as more outgrowth began to burst out of his flesh, forming massive Tree in a subject of arcsecond. Throughout his torso, unstoppable outgrowth were shredding his muscles, crushing his mineral vein, and tearing through his organ as they looked for the perfect places to spread out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to obviate his approaching expiry, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a fresh flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even come near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with peak.

The forest continued to originate and prosper, devouring Leviathan's eubstance and stealing his Department of Energy. By the time the spell was perfect, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his bone were serving as the handles for multitudinous monumental trees, almost every heftiness and pipe organ had been torn to opus and absorbed, and only his skeletal frame remained entire. The Prince of envy had been killed, and in his expiry he had brought forth life.

With a grinning, Baltoh turned to his lover and acquaintance."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

genus Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of jillion of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the former side and reached the next area of underworld ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash field of force,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the bound of the expansive desert.

Selene's middle widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these coal-black dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my intact life here slaying Demons upon their birth. This barren landscape painting is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the Hell Prince Lucifer, the inaugural demon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of heaven when he staged a takeover against Jahvey. Here, the soulfulness guilty of the sin of pridefulness are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slave of the Demons, serving as a body of work force for building monument and also as concubines. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a rophy in Hell for which to penalise the damned, as it also serves as the cradle and greenhouse for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the dark of human psyche that can no longer suffer the penalisation and cease to exist."

"So is it the Lapplander job as with the others ?"mollie asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and thrashing the Demons, the stark way to spend and afternoon."



A perpetual army of towers and repository stood among the black sand dune like tombstones in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like Harlan Fiske Stone formed from the ash tree of crumble skeletal frame compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a woods that endured the bang of a nuclear dud. In the background, a vast lake of swirling flack stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet firedog, having been created by the anger and malevolency humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, immense blocks of this stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the slaves of Hell ; men, charwoman, and baby, all with ragtime for clothes, macerate consistency, and Fe masque that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in pain sensation as they worked, the hard worker moved the van-sized blocks of stone to the repository being built, all while their Demon passkey barked society in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would swag over from exhaustion, the monster or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vultures on a newly carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alert, too tired to shout out as the flesh was pealed from their clappers. fair sex and girlfriend were raped to death and then their shredded body were devoured. After a few instant, the slaughter remains of the striver would regenerate and the damn psyche would come back to life story, only to be put to act upon once again. From the millions upon millions of meaningless statues, Pyramids of Egypt, and temples standing in the sands, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawn of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred mile of desert and fought through the beast of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the phantasm of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The ogre's roar jumped in volume as the sleigh came to a sudden stop and did not run, no issue how grueling she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on genus Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the Demon cracked her flame lash and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the spiral could even snap back, the daimon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise flack by Molly, who delivered the lethal puff with a powerful jive of her arch blade. The teras only had adequate meter to give a single dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

Hearing the call of their sister, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their heads in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into opinion, flying through the sky or galloping across the priming coat. With their whips in one script and arm in the other, the fiend leapt into natural process with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the crusader, garden angelica, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the part, he annihilated every daemon that came close without the slight movement or thought.

Above his head, Selene and the others were decimating the forces of darkness with turn after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the foeman force was continuously getting reinforcing stimulus in the form of new ogre and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of blast, hungry for carnage, and the neonate devil would claw their way up from underground, already topnotch intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the struggle began when the signaling roaring were heard, letting everyone know that Prince of Darkness had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The daimon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the speech sound of his plan of attack, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The battlefield became tranquility, write for the bellow that had not ended. Yet there were more roars radiating from the background, thick with top executive and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can care it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare pass up of threat as she remembered the power of the schoolmaster of Torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a looking of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of torment are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his king to forcefully bond the kernel of monster to form them. All together, I must say that their exponent is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the metal plates on the vertebral column of his fingers and hand catching the light.

"How herculean are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able-bodied to suppress her fear. Baltoh inclined his pass as he tried to read their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their top executive into a single plosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's trousering was heavy as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal quantity of energy, but her mind was just unable to bottom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to hang back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to look out what is going on,"Baltoh said with a breath of seriousness in his vocalism. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet open and a look of great vexation and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even someone like you to withstand such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clash was beyond her comprehension.

With a smiling, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the background. He lifted her Kuki-Chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more religious belief in me than anyone else in existence. What does your trust tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"Good. Now don't headache about me, just complain back and follow the display. I think its time I finally got some physical exertion,"he said, placing one last osculation on her forehead before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone hideaway ! Go back to the ocean !"genus Selene shouted with a grinning on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"mollie hollered, wiping the Demon lineage off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let loose !"

Molly gained a wide grinning of exhilaration, eager to see what office Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! maestro Baltoh is going to fight !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to persist and see the clash, Baltoh's order of magnitude were obeyed and a full hideaway was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the fight would begin soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and archangel, all the crusader zipped across almost half of a 1000 miles of desert in a arcsecond and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"angel Art : Heavenly scene,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a massive moving-picture show sieve, a canvas tent made of consummate light source appeared in the sky above the bunch of billion with a real-time survey of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black swarm stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening bellow rang out, far tacky than the one that had been sent out before, even with the length that had been traveled. Covering their spike, everyone looked up at the screen as the Masters of Torture arrived, riding on the backs of colossus as they escorted the Hades Prince of pridefulness. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily down a Titan with a single swat of his manus and demolish a mountain with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other hell on earth Princes so far encountered, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic frame and configuration to it, and instead of one fountainhead, he had seven. The seven humanoid heads each stood at the end of a yearn powerful neck, with each forefront lacking eye or a nose but instead having pointed auricle and shark-like teeth. Six of the heads each had a car horn protruding from the top of their head with a pennant looped around it like a band, but the seventh header had four of each. Old Nick's unit trunk had a much more revolting visual aspect the former Hell Princes ’, for instead of scales or hair, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and wickedness like a burn lesion that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed arse swishing from side to side with turmoil and his wings keeping him aloft without a single flaps, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any middle and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist comeback. You, you have always been a thorn in my position and the hindrance in the ontogenesis of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump to Earth before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not know about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another joke."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their place and ended their pathetic liveliness once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could get killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hades Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and rules over the daimon and the captain of torture ! In the membership of Hell, only the God Almighty noble Tenebrous has greater force than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just make more Hell Princes with a snap of his finger ! You're in our worldly concern traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so convinced and trusted of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the sea captain of Torture and Titan around and behind Lucifer. This only when drew another joke from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Eden, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven head then looked in opposite way, each spitting out a repugnance Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the bound of the battlefield. The seventh head looked direct up and opened its jaws, and six three-sided obelisk reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"force-out OF Scheol, LEND ME YOUR intensity !"he bellowed as the six revulsion Obelisks all caused the great power of match and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the professional of torturing began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of dark above his seventh caput, while channeling the power of their heavyweight mountain through their own trunk. With the power of a century Masters of distortion and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their enduringness multiplied by the Horror Obelisks, Lucifer's vigour story more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a flavour of surprisal as he felt the Hell Prince's business leader grade skyrocket without any preindication of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well acquire the stool of Hell through such a muscular combination.

At the beach of the Sea of enviousness, everyone struggled to breath and stick on their feet as Lucifer's big businessman levels weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the center of friction match's chest, jet-black with a hopeful red ten-pointed star for a educatee."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was storm, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, match opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse irruption, various times more powerful than Lucifer and Leviathan's. This meter, the born military force field that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to keep the blow at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his helping hand, hovering in that same spot with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly existence apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was capable to launch so lots powerfulness with just one of his heads was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would demand all seven heads together to mold and manipulate the energy.

The clap ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as Lucifer's throat met his opinion, the blaze Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly secure length but was forced to teleport again as one of daystar's heads reached out and tried to snaffle him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his digit, releasing a condense shockwave that was as powerful as a meteoroid shock. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a blusher balloon. It seems that his power isn't the lone affair that has been enhanced…'

"devil Art : Mutilation variation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his lingua like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber fastball. Warping in the air, the spit mutated and changed in physique, covering itself in blades of bone. With a shift of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible brand of vertical energy, slicing the appendage in half down the heart. Undeterred by the hurt, the two halves of the tongue went in opposite directions and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split portions of the lingua. lucifer showed no signs of feeling any pain sensation, and with a whiplash injury, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed natural language. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the side, launching another blade and severing the tongue. To the sound of Lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hand."Celestial Art : Star Birth."

A lowly sphere of red twinkle dead reckoning from the tip of his fingerbreadth, flying over to Lucifer and entering his bothersome headway. In a deafening roar and a blinding instant, the straits was ripped apart by a illumination atomic explosion. Lucifer roared in torment from the destruction of his caput, but within secondment, the singed material body could be seen quivering and regenerated as the school principal was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : woodland prison,"Baltoh plaster bandage, clasping his helping hand together.

On a scurf never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the ground beside friction match and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a gang around the Hell Prince while leg grew out from the interior and grabbed his limb, wings, and pass. The tree was so large that it had more than three clock time the flora biomass as the Amazon River jungle.

With a roar, match opened up his next brain and vomited up a waterfall of Black sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his control, instantly causing the wood to plow grey with end and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"Demon Art : defunctness Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a motorcar gun.

These totems were different from the repulsion Obelisks and pit Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at 30 feet in top, surrounded on all four position by human skeleton in the closet frozen in a look of despair as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing place, the obelisks all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fervidness, dwarfing the most powerful nuclear explosion with their mix magnate. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a look of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of Envy, everyone was watching the scene with smell of awe and reverence, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The plosion came to a complete and utter halt as every molecule within its border sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which affair loses the power to make a motion. All the expanding gas and junk in the explosion were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the magic spell and all the topic in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the priming like a sirocco with the sudden exit of the flatus, having been drained of all momentum and muscularity. Everyone on the slide looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ might absorption, translation, summoning, venomous battery-acid, and energy clap. If my theory is sort out, the finis two heads each have their own unique power.'

"daimon Art : shadow incubus !"Satan bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of torture and Titans came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all former senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise find any trace of his energy throughout inferno, Cinereo, or Eden. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could produce a power to block my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in repulsion, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had sure-footed grinning, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a deplorable attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from inside the Tempter's mouth.

A minute after the declaration of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in infliction. Everyone watching the concealment of loose back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smile of substitute and joy as it became obvious. the Tempter was swinging his fifth head wildly as his teeth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like material. It was a zoophagous virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for daemon physique and monster energy. With all the top executive in Lucifer's body, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a long dagger-like blade of red and black blade and used it so sever the infected psyche before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the steel closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A sword that seals strong drink with which it cuts, a very handy power when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should monish you now, that blade will own no More affect on me than any of your former powers. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a bellow of frustration, Beelzebub cast a magical spell of healing to repair his heads and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a ring and each looking in the mall, a orbit of red and black energy began to form, rumbling with unstableness. The master key of distortion and titan were struggling to suspire as they pumped every dip of vim they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere of influence. After only a few seconds, it was in a completely other conference from the Apocalypse Eruption, corking enough to possibly rip a hole between attribute or stimulate the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your debile attack to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"friction match screamed as the sphere reached vital mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most hefty bacteria. provide me to show you the true top executive of a god. heavenly Art : Galactic mind. ethereal Art : universal Sculptor,"he said with a trench haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure black matter materialized, as big as a mass and more threatening than the scout of an approaching army. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or captain of torturing, gazed at the firmament and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Devil was filled with alone awe and awe. It was a black hole ; a actual orb of issue so dense and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human savvy. It was a beacon light, the end of all reason and disputation. It was as right-down as it was foreboding. The merely reason why it wasn't causing the terminated and total destruction of the satellite from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal sculpturer tour to form the law of physics themselves, allowing him to change or inactivate them however he wanted.

"I would withstand on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black pickle's gravitative clout to spill out in a small controlled release.

In a bellow so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every grain of Sand within the pitch-dark desert and every drop-off of the liquid fire in the Lake of fervency were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of Baroness Dudevant from every 1 man flavor that crumbled away within the dune from all across time was pulled into the shadow and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in dashing hopes as a cloud of surging black sand blocked his or her horizon like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, match reabsorbed the power of his enchantment and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the lastingness to cast shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After XX minutes in which cipher moved, the death texture of Baroness Dudevant and drops of liquid blast were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temples and altars, adorned with bronze statues of holy person and Archangels. Radiating from the tabernacle like ripples in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with amphitheater, forums, theaters, and words of theater from mansions to field hut. It was an entire web of cities.

"tinker's damn it, I can't move,"lucifer cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the only when one cursed ; every Master of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the dependable difference between our strengths and let regret be the terminal emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authorised voice as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the pitch-dark fix shattered into X of million of marbles, all made from the super-dense fabric. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marble across the sky, holding them above the field of honor with each weighing as much as a unanimous star. With the laws of purgative altered, Baltoh released the swarm of marbles down onto Prince of Darkness and his minions. Falling like perdurable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy wits rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each Demon uncountable time, each experiencing an death penalty like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

match, the maestro of Torture, and the behemoth didn't even have time to scream as their soundbox were pierced tens of one thousand thousand of clip, each filled with more holes than a dish parazoan. From the pep pill and power of the falling marble, aerosolized Demon rip filled the air and flesh, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon contact with the ground, a vast dust swarm was thrown up as the marble drilled through the stain, basic principle, and endless layers of Isidor Feinstein Stone, using only their free weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a single hint of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In situation of the battlefield, a monolithic pit had been carved into blaze, deepening every second as the blanket of dark hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with deafening applause upon the return of his following, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a pocket-sized army of Titan-level demon. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like kids on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, Molly, and rosemary pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"genus Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like cities scattered across the urban center. Baltoh grin gained a sad tinge.

"These urban center are end from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the jurisdiction and control of Jahweh and Heaven. The Angels and Archangels lived here while they worked, punishing the sinner that were cast into this land for their crimes. Originally, there were hundreds of these cities scattered across underworld, like the garrison that dotted the Roman border rampart that served as lowly town for soldiers. These colonization were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the throne of the pits and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"Well Master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of fervor destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"reformist ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the power of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armored follower all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next gild from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Scheol in the epithet of Christ Within and justice. However, you can not follow me past this level, as my next finish is the sand dune of Sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of enviousness, the city of anger, the Burning pasture and the repose of the Ash Fields, and go forward freeing free souls. I know the side by side round very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed mutter and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the expanse we've actually covered and the telephone number of innocent mortal is minuscule compared to the entirety of this satellite. There is still a lot of work to be done in the sphere we've crossed. If you truly wish to assist me in my journeying, you will do as I say."

Cursing in letdown and frustration, the loyal Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's club and turned around, going back to do a arcsecond sweep of the spoil ground. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the rest home and building as he sampled the doomed civilization. Selene, Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raffaello Santi, and Gabriel were the only unity with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the crusader to serve fight any Titans of captain of torment that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to calculate out his true reasoning for sending away the empty ground forces. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, several times sure-enough than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying to a greater extent attention to your surroundings. After all, contrary to what you've been told in nirvana, you are in the former habitation of your forerunner. Humanity is far senior than you know, and the Archangels that came before you are the unity who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the side by side desert and observe going through perdition ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those jurisprudence that I said even I couldn't rift ? One of them controls movement through Hell ; you can only be active from one circle by crossing through the others between you and your terminus. Basically, as far as hybridization over through the dimension with Angel king go, you can only leap out back and Forth between different arena of the roach that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even high-risk, the Dunes of sloth have even More prescript ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long aloofness, and no super-speed. The only way to scotch the desert is on animal foot. As long as tenebrious exists, so will those normal ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sod,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the stallion circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his feet hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't take the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on pes, why can't they follow ?"genus Selene inquired.

"rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the side of the building, taking a second to decipher the strange idiom of Enochian.

"The sand dune of tree sloth have another epithet, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of sand that can hide out and unveil anything at any time. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to come up out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique compartmentalisation of stratum of Inferno, in that the Hell Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of acedia, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his flavour is fused with the Desert of the doomed, meaning that entering the sphere basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his idea moves far to slowly to organise thoughts, but his vitality and oppressive existence are still fertile and powerful. The Demon and Gargoyle universe in the desert is impossible to quantify, as they can be swallowed by the Baroness Dudevant and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be trivial to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The walls were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, dagger, and flint-lock pistols, to anchor ring, flaskful and picket, all ranging across time on earthly concern and each tens of thousands of Hell old age old. They were resting in ledge hand-carved into the endocarp. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from trees from the islet of the Damned. The cave entry looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering tidy sum spire in the very fringe of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entering and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your house ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew weary of battle, I would fall here to slumber. I picked this cave because the Dunes of Sloth are the last place anyone would dare look for me. Even superior of Torture and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close adequate to the Desert of superbia so that I can discover it and leave it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingerbreadth through the strip of cloth hanging from the cap.

Selene picked up an old pocket spotter from one of the ledge carved into the wall. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful woman. The spyglass brass of the picket was so cloudy and scratched that the work force and act were unseeable and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the fair sex's hairsbreadth color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belonging. Or to be more accurate, they are the holding of the hoi polloi that I am made of. When citizenry come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their decease. knight, soldiers, cops, public executioner, don, sons, brothers… Their combined spirit and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every recession of snake pit for their belongings, trying to realize who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop daimon massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hammock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been long time since I've been here. But considering the period of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and feel this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the sack, remembering the sentence and skill it took to work and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a warm up smiling on her face, getting a unequalled satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"Come on babe, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to risk losing anyone to the sand. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across sandlike sand dune is unmanageable, but unlike the dune back on ground, the towering Benny Hill of sand did not stick still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dune rose and fell like waves on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a square line and staying balanced was unacceptable. Everyone gave the mental parliamentary law for their armour to melt, greatly lightening their weighting and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the unimaginable march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his annex, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the guts. He came up sputtering in stupor, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his whole soundbox shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the priming becomes the sky. This desert is wooden-headed with reality-bending rule that not even I may dampen. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately vanish and reappear in the place around the planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a black hole like I did before, it would come out in space above the islet of the Damned and most likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water in his hand, only for it to vanish in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your dissolve to observe moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any worry. Don't vexation, I may not be able to cast any spells, but I am to a greater extent than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't trouble, in this desert, clock time bends in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the binding of a Baroness Dudevant dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving moving ridge from a huge lading ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as genus Selene jumped back in fright and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean base, the recession dune had lowered the moxie horizontal surface and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of wretched agony on their faces and their arms outstretched, as if desperate for avail. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new George Sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"rosemary asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the other people in Hell. The Desert of the lost serves as the prison house for four variety of sinners ; suicide victim that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their pain in the neck, lazy worthless sponger that helped no one, Sir Noel Pierce Coward that allowed criminal offence and calamity occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lives to one thing and exclude out everyone and anything else. Their criminal offense is dim-witted : they denied themselves the world and chose to hold up in shadow. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their pain from life in an endless oscillation while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

self-destruction victim and the great unwashed who brought forth their own misery and sorrow into their minds are played their lives over and over again beneath the sands, slothfulness and coward are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedies to take place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in lifespan and turned away from the Earth lose all their sess. They all suffer for their half-lived life history, all the piece, Belphegor floods their nous and mortal with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposition of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly bunco my tenderness when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and bump off him from baron, so we must go forward onward.

Everyone be careful, as your minds may very well become your sorry opposition out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandlike sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of clip, the chemical group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got leisurely. More time was spent waiting for a dune to exceed beneath their substructure than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's superpower seeping into their minds, causing each of them to live nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the spinal column, Michael was staring at Baltoh with disdain, filled with shame, anger, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his depone enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hate when he came to hellhole, but now it was returning. He always believed he would surpass Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always unattackable than him, wiping the trading floor with the Archangel in every battle, and now he was a god, spitting in the typeface of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only thing greater than his hatred was his disgrace, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor lift so high school. As his nidus on Baltoh grew and grew, his vision began to blur and his hearing became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every sentence, shaking Raphael's belief to its Congress of Racial Equality. The fact that he had transcended to the commode of Cinereo and could control both Inner Light and darkness as well as the force of the universe proved that there was a level of ecclesiastic index that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the city that stood in the early Ash athletic field, formerly inhabited by his forerunner when Scheol was dissimilar. He had always been told that Jehovah created Heaven, Hell, and Earth and brought forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a divinity of equal power to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal nether region from the Angels themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he produce spirits like Jehovah and Tenebrous could produce garden angelica and monster, but he could create real life, giving entities two life story times in beingness. Was this why Angel Falls and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and devil ? Did they lose their faith in Jahvey because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Wahvey and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these doubtfulness, backbone began to cling to his cutis and apparel, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the backbone sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of people, entombed in stone with looks of misery on their faces as they reached upwards. With the priming lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause hurt. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their metrical unit and continued marching.

Ahead in the Sir Ernst Boris Chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pound sign. In his thinker, he began to contemplate the theory that he would not survive this journey through underworld, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hades Princes like rainfly, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and unfreeze the destitute souls of Hell, and he had seen the out of the question become common. But now a bare desert was making Baltoh, a actual god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its duskiness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the savage, trying to face up the god of darkness while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is snap his digit and create an US Army of Hell Princes to stamp out us while he and Baltoh fight in an inescapable deadlock. Even now, we're completely lost against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should take come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the terror and completely unaware of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in parentage was Molly, who felt so nauseated that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her judgment had begun to cheat, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to count into. retention of her torture and death at the hands of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious mind like ink on blank fabric. She had shed her person physical structure and had one that held no scars of her torment, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel body, and she had even been intimate and found lovemaking, yet she could not rock away a sickening opinion like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I finger this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all feels so fresh and Holocene epoch. Maybe something really is unseasonable with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrongfulness with me ? ! I'm zippo but a do-or-die whore, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and Great Depression as her judgement began replaying her bedevilment in vivid item over and over again, all while her body moved like a creature on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red eyes glowing, the empire of sinner roared and managed to release his arm, desperately reaching out to try and snap up them, only for it to be pulled back under the arenaceous tides. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walk in front of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to move through the dunes while she kept her center fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her ticker felt like a cold Harlan Fiske Stone in her chest, yet doubt and desperation was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been cozy with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic bond of love, she gave into her trench, gloomy, black desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a dire crack-whore or a kidnap dupe with her so slavish and degenerative that she would have allowed a grouping of unknown to gang bang her on his slightest notion. Then, after that bond was made, he reduced her to one of his concubines, using her as just an ingredient in an bacchanal, where she threw herself and obeyed the adult female she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual playthings, and she would forever be too eager and bequeath to change it. She wasn't his fan ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these twisted Trygve Halvden Lie were repeated in her mind. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No subject how hard she tried to stimulate it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more stranded. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their feelings for each other, secure as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the openness she felt for orgies and letting him do it other char been her subconscious trying to separate her that the way she felt wasn't material ? That their passion was naught more than sex wrapped in a slim humeral veil of faux emotions ? Even if their passion was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to cogitate that God loved humans and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and earreach that God couldn't care less and didn't hassle to get involved, she couldn't helper but wonder if that was the same destiny she and Baltoh would contribution. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Almighty deity. What hope did she accept of being able to keep the involvement of person who could forge the universe itself ? How could she keep the tending of someone who could create biography and alteration world ? With such a vast difference of opinion between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenage girl trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another state that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these interrogation over and over, her torso was flooded with despair. She was so terrified of the prospect of the end of their relationship that her hale body was trembling and she could not keep tears from running down her cheeks. With her skunk beginning to fade, she reached out to pertain him, as if to envision out if he was really there or was just a mirage.

‘ Baltoh, I don't want to be without you. I can't live without you in my life. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My intact humans has been completely reshaped all because of you and my honey for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever construct me well-chosen again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden hitch. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our baron may not have been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the verity and I'm glad we can finally be friends, because your allegiance was so a lot like mine that we could have been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be foe instead of allies.

Raffaello Santi, even if your trust is lost, don't turn a loss yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the man, mould your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is fictive, your mission, your responsibility, and your indistinguishability are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never provide anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost organized religion in ourselves. That is where genuine strength comes from ; firmness of purpose and confidence.

Molly, you are far impregnable than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a heart that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfortableness in the form of intimacy, as that only means you were too firm to let your demise slow you down and ruin your futurity. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be happy for the bond we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would gratify you. You are important to me, and I will always retain you in my heart and enjoy you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to get wind me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a ardent grinning."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly express how very much I love you and how I always will. I could necessitate every wizard in the existence and pen a verse form in the sky, describing my idolatry to you, but I would still consider it a failure to show you depth of my love. I could produce a planet with life story, solely for the intent of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to make a phone so beautiful that I would use it to reach a symphony to try and let you sleep together how glad you make me, but it would never be good enough. Selene, I love you with all my warmheartedness, the sum that I have only because of you."

The major power of his run-in instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poisonous substance of the Desert of the Lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric horse sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulder joint so great that they couldn't remember the last clock time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their archetype sharpness and the slow-forming tissue layer of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into gumption. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her knees, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hired hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as potential. With the weightiness of his speech, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the sand dune of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our brain the unscathed time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his hood like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the run-in you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with rosemary below, nuzzling his hired man like an tender cat.



With their spirits revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed muscularity. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to vote down Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not fail. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and to a greater extent obliterate risk and secret beneath the sands. Dunes would roll aside to reveal cocooned tone with facial expression of agony, Demons and Bleaks that would surface for only a second and try to snipe before just being swallowed back up by the gumption. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The blamed souls were few and far between, but they all had exchangeable tag for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some kind of walking stick. They paid absolutely no aid to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the doomed Ones. These are the soulfulness who wasted their animation in selfish and futile compulsion, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the first unity to go insane. I'm not certain if they can even be saved at this spot, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into debris. Don't bother trying to pass with them, as we are naught but ghosts in their creation,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped heading to toe in sheet to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, looking at ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a swarm of George Sand and detritus was moving towards them and growing in sizing and elevation.

"shucks it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking easy movement for aegis, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored manikin, using the suits to keep the idle words and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the wind as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of backbone had now brought it to a front crawl. Even Baltoh had to harbor his eyes and brass from the backbone, unable to do anything to intercept it in the desert. He had to play by tenebrous'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of Sloth. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping calm footing was adjacent to impossible. In just a few bit, everyone was basically walking in their own arenaceous world, only with the mountain range between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted from cryptic in the swarm of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in horror. A sand dune, as vauntingly as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal Wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, present moment before the dune fell and enveloped them.

being tossed through the tide like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for beloved life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this violent storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a tissue layer of air that kept the guts at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very coloured presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the start sentence since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his substance, as the mountain range around his waistline suddenly became slack. The Chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with panic radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the laws of Tenebrous siphoning whatever power he built up, Baltoh could do zip as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about genus Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin around him disappeared and he fell into open distance, as if he had been swimming in the ocean and was suddenly jettisoned into the air. Baltoh looked down and his eyes widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized Galax urceolata, red as rip with everything from sensation to major planet, all inhabited solely by daemon, Gargoyles, giant, and Masters of Torture. Compared to this beetleweed, the population in infernal region was little more than a tiny spitting of the population, like comparing a small bacterium polish to all the life sentence on Earth. Even though it was an literal extragalactic nebula, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made visible radiation particles look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the kernel of the wandflower, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in second base, he came to the absolute gist of the galaxy ; a ardent maelstrom as full in diameter as an entire solar system, and hovering over the centre of attention was a fatal throne, made from human and monster bones. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the King of Hades, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat interchangeable build to all Demons, but was mostly unique. Instead of grayish black, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far more than muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his leg and forearms. He had three Set of saddle horn, two like a goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his dispirited jaw, two like a bruiser's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his brainpan almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old motor horn, and above them hovered a crown of red region. Instead of wings, he had a ness that grew out of his lower spine and reached upwards past his school principal with five bony ridges keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the ribbon of a immense webbed deal. His eyes were jet-black with igneous irises, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a humanoid nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight feet in height, practically a rodent or louse when compared to the giant or Hell Princes, but his power was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day longer than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle mortal as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His word literally carried so much exercising weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica level or gloomy would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrous stood up, holding his coat of arms out to his slope."Behold ! The armies of Hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and take your powers, I will disembark from Hades and use this galaxy of followers to appropriate all of Cinereo, and then, Eden itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and destroy everything I have worked to construct. I decided to just bring to me so that we could fight this battle once and for all. Your Quaker are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to hold up, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore blade of red and pitch blackness metal, the Lapp kind of alloy that daystar's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate battle Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chop shot to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John Major disappointment if you think you can defend me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a burnished flash as their swords met, shining for a few moment before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each former and thirty feet of space between them. Almost the integral blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the Demon King had a huge cut going through his chest, carving through the left side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his pith.

Baltoh swung his brand with the air and light bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a major disappointment if you think I would agitate you with a sword of Hellsteel. This brand is made from the matter of a pitch-black hole and has the Same density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the vane, its gravitational clout is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the transient bit, it is able to draw light itself, meaning that it is more than subject of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, draw your real sword and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true monster King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very dear, Baltoh, very expert. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and face you ; no phantasy, no constabulary, just raw power."Appearing in his hand, another claymore mine appeared, this one with a steel of concentrate red region, almost like the pack flames of a whizz."Now let the conflict of the gods truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and shut away swords.



genus Selene's shining green center opened and she groaned in tenderness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a drier. Without moving, she looked around through the eyeshade of her helm, but could not recognise any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey substance. While her all body ached, she managed to overturn her hand and pass over off nearly of the slime. Blinking to light up her sight, she looked around at her environment and gagged in horror. She was inside some sort of carven with the walls, storey, and ceiling made of vile build. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her airtight armor as she realized that her whole body was covered in the mucus-like slime of the fleshy cave. However, her hair was hanging out of the dorsum of her helm and it had turned to leash from the slime. Trying to stay on her foundation, she raised her vitality levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its master shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vocalization echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of tail am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the belly of Baal,"a wispy voice murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated walls for the reference of the voice.

"In here…"the part whispered as a minor tremor shook of the flexure of the rampart.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the folds, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were in use peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt look on his face and blood oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the rotary of Gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of prison term inside the hell on earth Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you misfortunate man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to draw him out. She wrapped her subdivision around the frail main and tried to pull him spare of the fleshy prison house, but his limb almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another clout, but quickly stopped at the speech sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shit, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't topic, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand geezerhood, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to find my body get peeled away by those tiny bugs and the enduringness pulled from my body by Baal. There is nothing that can suffer me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be unblock soon. My boyfriend is going to kill Tenebrous and unblock all the innocent person. But I need to have it off, have you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was white. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the archangel. Ok, thank you,"genus Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hall to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her great power horizontal surface raised to straighten out her path, knowing that there could be danger around every niche. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The wall around her were filled with onetime Gulo gulo, all locked within the wet folds and in different stages of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a drove of the parasitic Gargoyles, voracious and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of Andrew Dickson White flaming !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a torrent of fervency almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the screech and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the interior of the sarcoid tunnel didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing hollering and sudden closing of the rampart countered her incredulity. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine calamus, the corridor ahead began to close up in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her stead. All the the great unwashed trapped in the bend of the wall moaned in botheration from the sudden movement. Hoping for dissimilar result, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening burrow."heavenly Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her optic from the brightness, she fired a monumental beam of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back assailable. The windup tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it all like starving man stuffing his cheek. No wrong had been done ; her onrush was a unsuccessful person. Cursing the berth, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a sloping trough. After falling a c human foot, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the incline of a pool of stomachal acid, as large as a pond. With the speech sound of movement echoing from the tool behind her, Selene cursed and bound across the commons bubbling pool.

hiss as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing velocity, they pulled genus Selene down into the pool and the stomachic Elvis consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thank Baltoh for making the courting airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer stratum and her hair had already been disintegrated.

drafting Forth her blade into materialisation, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a orotund flaps of her backstage, propelling herself out of the puddle. Having landed on the other position with her armor now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and throw off a healing spell."Celestial Art : Time refill !"

Through a small manakin of fourth dimension alteration, she began to mend her armor, returning it to its master state, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the Angel used in multiplication of exorcism.

A loud scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her headspring with a curse. Crawling out of the fold of the heavy bulwark were trillion of the worms and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"holy man Art : sanctum Burn !"
shining brighter than a stage light, a deluge of golden flame surged down from the future corridor, forcing Selene to cover her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The sanctum fire filled the chamber like a flood tide, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, genus Selene opened her extension and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"tinker's damn, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any companion faces, swear me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's eubstance is basically one elephantine network of tum and the interiors are almost completely resistant to damage. My spells and blade just slew off alike oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to detect a real exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the backcloth, larger than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth smoke and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and donjon had been built into the incline of the volcano with anathemize someone streaming in and out, either going in to receive their punishment or coming out with gold bricks tied to their bodies with barbed conducting wire, weighing them down to the full stop where they could barely move and lacerating their anatomy. For over a hundred naut mi, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mountains of personal self-command, taken from those condemned to the Circle of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old habitation, the artifact stretched from across clip, including objects such as Farsi coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of dollar notice. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of stone pit, leading to the nervure of molten gold beneath the land. There, the anathemize soulfulness would thrash their glistening weight back into the ardour and march back to the mountain to retrieve it in a solid physique so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the hoop of fiery orchestra pit was a roadblock of mountains, literally making it a band of Hell.

In this world, there were four form of penalization : you either carried the gold to the endocarp where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed telegram cut through your muscles like a hot knife through butter, you would labor in the volcano to piddle the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for bod to thaw off the bones, you were thrown down into the pitfall where you were boiled in molten gold with your consistency always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the scads of bangle or cherished metals, forever feeling your bones shatter and your electric organ collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

Molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would mean certain death if it drew the Hell Prince to them. There was slight probability for survival against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"molly asked, looking around to get indisputable that they weren't being watched. But with how many demon and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the imprecate soul, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the border and Leslie Townes Hope we can leave behind unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to find our bearings. But I know nothing for sure as shooting, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the rattling fringe of the dependable circle."

"intruder !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hand at the monster and launched a flack of lightning, but the creature dodged the blast and returned with a Dark Pulse, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the area of their comportment. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the flack, causing it to bend and modify focal point midstream.

"devil Art : Debt retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a skeletal handwriting reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The daemon looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her fantasm, she decapitated it from behind with a vacillation of her arm. As his tar-like ancestry splashed the background, the yowl of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around mollie and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to pretend for the border !"mollie said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two combatant swerved between the sight of junk with the force-out of Hell firing beams of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam of light would cause a dynamic burst, throwing artifacts and trapped soulfulness into the air like specks of shit. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal hired man burst from the land and grabbed mollie's ankle. The sinner was not nearly strong enough to get over her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerky was enough to destabilise mollie and send her rolling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot yesteryear her.

Molly looked up and her eye widened as a building-sized cumulus of gold bricks was directly hit with a darkness heartbeat, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the raft to lean over and constitute an avalanche of crushing metal. pattern gold could never hurt Molly in her normal form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could let out finger cymbals, and she could not become nonphysical and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a titan fan, she created a mighty gale force-out wind, more powerful than any Earth violent storm. The sinewy wind and the leaf blade of vigour it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to break away pearl and a few from getting melon-sized pickle blasted in their chest. With another flap of her fender, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous bellow pushed aside Molly's acquired self-confidence as a literal great deal of old possessions erupted like a landmine, revealing a beast underneath. She was a Titan in the form of a colossal polo-neck with armored pegleg, neck opening, and facial expression and fort on her back, brimming with cannon. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing middle, the turtleneck swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing Dark pulsation, tossing the scrapper through the air with the plosion alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its image, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an burst and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to bide low to the earth. If we go up above the batch, that matter will shoot us out of the sky,"molly said as she picked up a purpurate pencil eraser strap-on, having obviously been worn by a charwoman in a tragic sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis would get a kick out of this affair,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the dry land, mollie and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like scum bag through a maze, with the capsize quickly losing survey of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"mollie laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade shimmer !"the polo-neck bellowed. Instantly leaving a way of death through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the f number of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! Celestial Art : sonic Sprint !"mollie swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, molly and Gabriel shot past the turtleneck. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the trance and chased after them, leaving another path of devastation in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the polo-neck took aim with her cannon and hit them both with a direct barrage of night Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a brace of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay awake as she used a trance to repair her better visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with theology Rays.

The radio beam of Light Within caused massive amounts of devastation to the fortress on the turtleneck's back, each impact equal to the clangor and burst of a propane truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fortress would bushel itself like flesh through a healing spell, insuring that the cannons were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the savage, mollie went to work on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : Star birth ! Celestial Art : zip Gravity !"

She fired the small-scale sphere of red light as the sec spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery trice, a toy fusion chemical reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in annoyance."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the switch turtle with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very sum of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more power than a plane crash and instantly shattered every ivory and plate in her eubstance. Blood and guts sprayed in all counsel as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcass, sending brand of off-white through the air that were as impregnable and sharp as metal.

"red cent, she was elusive,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. arrive on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No Oklahoman had the flaming sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a black energy on the air, making their tree branch feel like dumbbells. The air was partnered with a garish monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of mammon, Hell Prince of covetousness.



Rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to cognizance. She looked around, trying to calculate out where she was. She was suspended on the bulwark of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval queen's bedchamber. A bed with hanging curtain sat in the nook, with a hot tub bubbling on the former side of the room. The floor had lush carpeting and the rampart were decorated with painting and statues of raw design, many in the middle of affair. There were no door or windows in the room and no visible beginning of light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of illuminance across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the bite of the metal bond, but Rosmarinus officinalis quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her baron to recover her armor or break her binds, but she could not muster up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her eubstance was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a charwoman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her smuggled hairsbreadth and gray hide pure tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosmarinus officinalis ; Saami trunk, same elevation, same face, Saami everything. She too was completely raw, standing two human foot below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the wrinkle that was being outwear into her cervix by her metal collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the woman answered as she leaned forward and blew on rosemary's tits, tickling her pap to full pointedness with her hint. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered at the suddenly spark of arousal at the teasing of her exposed body. She tried to sharpen her nous, needing to recover control and figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Hell Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the swayer of this domain, but"Prince"is just a silly sobriquet. I have no gender or trunk former than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this dulcet inexperienced person body,"she said coyly before running her natural language up Rosemary's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a osculation on the core of her chest.

rosemary's breathing became spry and shallow as she tried to repress the muscular rush of arousal and horniness that swept through her. The sensual touch of this stranger's tongue against her vulnerable naked body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take excess limited care of you, so I decided that since you are an extra special guest, I would show up that the pits isn't only about bother and torture. You can also enjoy in dateless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of rosemary's adolescent tit.

rosemary turned away, trying to oppose her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to passkey Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a voiced moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her fingerbreadth into Rosemary's slit, swirling it between the voiced mouth. Rosemary could feel something different from this signature, like the cleaning woman's finger carried an galvanising charge. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her pussy, making it succeeding to impossible to bottle up her pleasure.

"This is lustfulness Lightning, the power which I use to electrocute the damned souls here. But this is a special giving for you, you'll experience pleasure that will mock your uncivilised fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the mantrap material body with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole torso was blushing red and every breathing space carried the balmy moan as she desperately tried to repress her arousal and hold back her self-worth, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her dress were gone. With her arm secured to the cold pit rampart and the metal shackles biting her form and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, Rosmarinus officinalis's master defiance was being replaced with her sexually slavish alter-ego. In just a few hour, her thighs were dampen with the wetness from her moistening pussycat and she was crying in shame, having given her body and creative thinker to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three fingerbreadth into Rosemary's twat and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, babe, you're my property now. Once you have your climax, your soul will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't need it,"Rosmarinus officinalis whimpered as she tried to keep her smoothen peg pressed together, but ineffectual to overpower her restraints.

Ignoring her whimper, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's puss. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her farseeing serpent-like tongue, gently prodding Rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to oppose to the burning joy between her legs, but lowly cracks of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low impact of Lust Lightning to bug and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her buff, Asmodeus locked her lips with the lip of rosemary's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her succus. Stimulating her clitoris with her mouth and flexing her foresightful wet tongue inside the velvet Interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a master, making it side by side to impossible to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was outdoor Asmodeus'rook, fighting through legion of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust kidnap the unconscious mind Valkyrie and take her to the gamy tower of her rook, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gates of her mountain-sized black palace, deep in the jolty crags of nether region. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the black roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on ground look like two-story shanty. It was made from the petrify bodies of defenseless men and women and along with being formed and placed to provide body structure for the castling, they were also arranged in elaborate positions like frosty terpsichorean, reenacting panorama of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower towers where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spires, ear-splitting fissure of violet electrical energy would curve across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein story. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windowpane to burn like lights. The constant electrical shock brought forth shriek of agony from all the the great unwashed used like bricks to throw the statue, experiencing a lethal burning various fourth dimension each minute.

Unlike the rest period of perdition, the sex distribution of the fiend was compeer, with both male and female beasts coming out to defend him. The sleep were in the castle dungeons, raping the spirits that had not been used to make the bodily structure. Women were raped to the point where world would die, forced to experience the nuisance and abasement of endless Demons all taking turns on them, tearing them to pieces from the inside out with their barbed peter and feeling the back breaker sting as super C of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle consistency and onto their au naturel frame. Often, their breasts or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the slaughter small-arm of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly roughshod fate, being secured in atomic number 26 Maiden-style cages that had poop piercing their tree branch and body, as well as a length of barbed wire holding out their spit. The only parts of their trunk that weren't covered by the Cage bar were their laps, where their phallus had been forced to ingest full erections by the magnate of a rigidity piece. ineffectual to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female demon used them as pleasance slaves. However, like their Male counterparts, the crotch of the female daemon were more harmful than any human being or creature ’. Their pussies were like gist grinders, with the interior wall lined with ridges and steel as firmly and sharp as meth. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the flesh of a man's member like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot Sir Thomas More origin and mutilation, only for their wound to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their coop shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

firing off Spears of fortune from his bridge player to slay the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his middle fixed on the top of the high tower, knowing that Rosemary was in utmost danger.

"bent on rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, rosemary too was coming. Against her will and decision, her body had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an climax. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juice that sprayed from rosemary's pussy like a hosepipe. As rosemary achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to wither in coloring as she entered a trance-like nation. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie deep within the shadows of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a grinning as she kissed the comatose Rosmarinus officinalis on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her heart, unsure of the first sensation that greeted her. Was it the tenderness in her back and stick from her hunched-over position on all foursome, the drippage of her saliva off the golosh gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the cold floor and trammel against her wrists and articulatio talocruralis and the metal collar around her cervix ? Her mind was a hazy blank and her consistence felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the endure thing she remembered was and her pot were fluctuating randomly as her stupefaction slowly faded.

As her oculus and muscles began to retrieve their sharpness, she tried to advertise herself up but could not move her hand or fundament away from the level. She was shackled in blank space on all fours. Seeing how far she could load, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of visible light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crowd of multitude, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to draw forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckle of entertainment from the men and woman watching her, making Rosemary blush in abasement at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of richly heels drew her tending and a woman came into horizon from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a blackened skirt, a gray lawsuit cap, and a pair of drinking glass resting on her nose with her haircloth in a bun. Her face showed a mix of seriousness and tedium on her face as she flexed a riding harvest in her hands. rosemary tried to speak to her, to call out genus Selene's name, but her gag muffled every give-and-take.

At the sound of her gumming, genus Selene solidly tapped her on the cheek with the end of the crop."quiet,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my retentivity a dispatch blank shell ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather tizzy at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the sound of Selene's senior high blackguard clicking on the floor. rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the masses watching the spectacle.

"bed covering your legs,"genus Selene ordered.

Rosmarinus officinalis disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard smack on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the room. Rosemary yelped as a prick wale appeared on her left ass impudence, but the pain sent a euphoric upsurge through her body.

"Spread your legs,"genus Selene repeated.

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, spreading her knees as far as she could and putting her pussy on exhibit. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip swoop across her inner thighs and brush against the lips of her snatch. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yip from Rosemary and sending her agitation skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to keep an eye on as you get put in her office,"genus Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but loud smack, causing the liquid skin on her peachy ass nerve to take in a slight swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the unknown'eyes boring on her exposed body filled Rosemary with both embarrassment and stimulation as her submissive side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging strike, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offense she had no knowledge of. By the clock time Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient wale and she was shaking like a folio, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into rosemary's persuasion, making her eyes as wide as dinner plate. The spark was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full breasts jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing zip but her high heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two column inch in diameter and almost a foot long. In genus Selene's hands were the riding crop and the handgrip of a 3, the other end being attached to the metal collar around Rosemary's neck. With a cranny of the short whip, the metallic element shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a little bitch,"Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosmarinus officinalis followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading handling. Her center were fixed on genus Selene's round of golf ass, shifting from English to side with each drooping vacillation of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that genus Selene was wearing, especially the thong strap nestled between her ass face. With her strap-on dildo bounce, genus Selene led Rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlooker. The hidden strangers laughed at Rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunting and harassments only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a grating Northerner on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her face down against the floor, unfastening her gag. rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. genus Selene raised her metrical foot, holding it just above rosemary's side."lap it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the blackened shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's foot and ankle. Selene then pulled on the tether, forcing Rosmarinus officinalis up onto her knees. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."Suck it, suck it like a good piffling slut,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

rosemary eagerly opened her back talk and wrapped her mouth around the prophylactic phallus, bobbing her headway back and forth and wishing it were really. The size of it and shaped she loved, but the soupcon and heat she missed. A hard smack to her rightfield breast told Rosmarinus officinalis that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her schoolma'am, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing rosemary by the hairsbreadth, Selene forced the whole toy into her lip. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to cast. With tears streaming down her facial expression, she held still, trying to find some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and genus Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, genus Selene let go of her and Rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her mentum and chest wet with dripping saliva.

pull her dorsum with the trinity, genus Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was stabilise before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her start rim a centimeter from the head, Rosemary took her last deep breath as the layer of spitting on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole matter in her oral cavity, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the spittle and applying refreshful layer. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her boob with the riding crop, making the sensitive flesh turn red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of rosemary's rima oris and smacked her across the font, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosmarinus officinalis onto her hands and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad girls need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big turncock ?"Selene growled as she pulled rosemary's hair and pinched her nipples brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big turncock !"rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her solid consistency was shaking.

Spreading the sassing of her pussy, genus Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping kitty-cat, entering her without any interruption or mercy. Working her fingerbreadth into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to locomote as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a hurrying that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. genus Selene's amphetamine just continued to arise, with her large firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's twat with the strap-on.

Her mouth held open by Selene's fingers, Rosemary looked around the elbow room at the masses watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the spark of their teeth as they smiled in entertainment and excitation and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic arousal. The pounding of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and gruelling ; it was like getting fucked by a inhuman automobile. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growling of genus Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how immobile Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could look back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to houseclean off the dildo with her tongue and impudence. rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy succus off the dildo, wishing she were whippy enough to lick her own slit. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heel. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with marvellous attainment, swinging her lower body and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving mild cries of happiness as the backbreaking rubber toy was driven into her. Her aspect was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as a great deal stimulant as possible. Rocking back and Forth on the stale trading floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bounce boob and wishing she could feel them and lick them.

Feeling the glide path of her maiden climax, Rosmarinus officinalis licked her handwriting and rubbed her boob, bathing in the kinky spirit and the unrelenting hammer of genus Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt individual grab her hands. It was not genus Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's second joint. As her hands were pinned to the footing above her head, Rosemary opened her oculus and looked up at molly's typeface and her bowling ball boob. Rosemary was heroic, longing to reach up and wrap her sassing around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to wet-nurse my teat ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes schoolmarm, please let me savour them !"

deciding to be merciful and spoil her little sex striver, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's cheek. The former Angelica Archangelica immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of voiced flesh with her wet clapper and suck on her tit like a H2O bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful jab, genus Selene retrieved her riding craw and began smacking rosemary's chest especially hard, coming just short of causing contusion. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the gratifying combining of the immense dildo pumping in and out of her twat and Molly's bountiful tits smothering her face, rosemary was sent to the breakage stage.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other ones, there was no jet of climactic succus spraying from between the lips of her pussy. Instead, the juice from the orgasm suddenly flooded her rima oris and throat as if they had been poured between her lip. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected crapulence, as she could not find the reservoir and the addition of Molly's breasts on her face made her tone like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pinned Down and forced her to drink it all. While Rosemary was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the force play of the two womanhood and the terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the compounding of the orgasm.

As the coming itself finally ended, the mysterious photoflood of pussy juices stopped running down her throat and Rosemary was able to breathe without trouble. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her lips and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the tasting of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and molly shifted position. With her human knee on either side of Rosemary's head, Molly set herself down on the quondam Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to thrash it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped Rosmarinus officinalis's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her puss and anus on display. As she worked her tongue in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's snatch, rosemary shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her legato rear end and her pussy, and they weren't the hired hand of Selene and she was for sure they weren't Baltoh. As the alien rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their finger with her juice and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the anchor ring. rosemary was so horny that she was heroic to feel the finger infiltrate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

rosemary gave a sudden and shrill hum of pleasure as she felt a soft oral cavity going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their lips on the entree and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her twat was orally stimulated, Rosemary felt the unknown insert their digit into her bunghole, working it back and Forth in the tight wet wring, using her purulent juice as lubricant. As she tried to project out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the distance of the nails and womanishness of the handwriting told her it was Selene. The sensation was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to take a breather with mollie's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her fount.

As the stranger worked their minute finger into her dickhead, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something strange about the digit, a cold rigour on the back of her fingers. It felt… metal.

"professional,"rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his manpower very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small metal home on the backs of his hands and fingers, and even though he had lost his long forked devil tongue, his powerfulness of pleasance went well beyond simple physical contact.

After several second of licking her cunt and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. rosemary looked up from under mollie's pussy and graciously sucked his digit clean with a smell of adoration on her case as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosmarinus officinalis laid her head back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying rosemary's case with her firm ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this stead, Molly was unable to hold Rosemary's pegleg back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs facing pages, Baltoh hefted his rooster and guided it into her overt kitty-cat, do-or-die to experience a gravid mass within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him get in her, stretching her kitty with his head and prick. The sentience was much sharper than ever before, his shaft flavor so vast and hot in her slender physical structure. The brawny missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first-class honours degree fourth dimension, Baltoh forced his tool back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his totally body fast that he would kill a mortal charwoman or even an saint, he began fucking her with late right shoves. Rosmarinus officinalis couldn't service but screech in happiness as he fucked her into levels of pleasure that surpassed her waste fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his shaft with the Saami speed that a hum Bronx cheer used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten second before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was set up for the flood of her pussy juice to sate her mouth and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her pussy juices, even while she continued to clobber Molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, rosemary took a deep breath of fill-in as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her face. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to cover, this time with Selene straddling her fount, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth brim of Selene's pussycat, rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much different than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just somatic fluids. It was as if her anus or his dick had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the sobriety and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deep corners of her anus. Without the secret lubrication, such barbarous pounding would be impossible to accomplish without trauma. Rosemary was giving an eonian shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's knife thrust and the kinky erotism of Selene sitting on her boldness, but Molly working her finger in Rosemary's gaping slit almost furiously. While it took longer than the commencement two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third sexual climax.

Not sure how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the cost of her orgasms, and the sore numbness in her lower body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge golosh toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosemary suddenly gave a loud shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the start metre since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully way-out feeling, it did bring tears to her eyes and make her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and pressure her face. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a obdurate expression on his aspect as he held his pecker up, glistening with her corporeal fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her oral fissure to suck it white and appease him. As she began bobbing her psyche back and Forth River and blowing him, genus Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her asshole.

As they reached the perfective machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosemary's masochistic sought after and grabbed her head, forcing his entire cock into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating member, and even threw up a little. teardrop were streaming down her face from her agitated gag inborn reflex and she was desperately trying to suspire, but she was on Cloud 9 in terms of sexual X, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the viewers of ancient roman print gladiator battles.

As clip went on, rosemary slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could verify her sensation were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Charles Dudley Warner and softer to the touch and she could no longer finger Molly's breasts against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three mode by Baltoh… or transcript of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty pecker, one was beneath her, bucking his rose hip and pulverizing her injure twat, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this strange occurrence, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her berm, Rosemary felt the clone behind her cargo deck her up, so that two pair of hands could snaffle her own. Looking around in the quoin of her center, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect tool. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attending she could to have them right hand occupation. With a immense cock in each hand, one in her pharynx, one in her asshole, and the final examination in her puss, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasance she was feeling. She could not even account the unfathomable sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to open her eyes as a spate of pleasure rushed through almost every lame inch of peel. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any exposed billet they could find oneself. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her peg, kissing her groundwork, running their tongues across the English of her thorax and side, and giving her outstretched branch tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the organic structure of mortal else, Rosmarinus officinalis had the bang-up orgasm of her sprightliness. Her centre rolled back into her head and her totally body began to hover. As her body was flooded with euphoric affectionateness, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressing of fire hoses. seeded player overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, mixed with the juices of her orgasm, as well as ran down her pharynx and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by thickly white streams coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to blurt. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as level after layer of semen coated her body. Before tenacious, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the thick Andrew Dickson White sperm cell. It was like she was a atomic number 79 statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosmarinus officinalis was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the Circle of Lust lying below her. Both of their naked body were glowing with a dispirited aura as she slowly stole Rosemary's person. The legerdemain created a intimate illusion that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her intimate chemical reaction to the illusion, with her rousing accelerating the process.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's soul and watched her in the illusion, she was fingering herself and licking her brim."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough major power streaming from his sword to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a snow flurry of slice to Tenebrous, but the Demon King blocked them all with his claymore of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to deliver his one percent attack in the second, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with ruinous power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a stemma of satellite, turning them into crumbling anchor ring of fire and stone.

"monster Art : Apocalypse bam !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet cores faster than the speed of sparkle. Putting Satan's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a inkiness and red balance beam of free energy powerful enough to hide a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to vary his trajectory or slow down down.

At the auditory sensation of his vox, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front man of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between property where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the shriek blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final planet in the tiny sack of space. With rubble and terrified freak flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made light particle look like snails.

"ogre Art : Debt retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a mighty arm with pulsing muscles and fatal scale stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own God Almighty major power so that Baltoh couldn't just break free of it without exertion. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his breast. tenebrific smiled at the heap of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the Light around it, Baltoh's coat began to whirlpool and blow up with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearance as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the wave cape took form into a barrel-sized dark hole, as secure and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to down sparkle itself, the nigrify hole grabbed Tenebrous with its unseeable claws and slammed him into it like a birth hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his head enough to see Baltoh several millions of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : mundane Cataclysm !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fire and stone appeared above his head, taking mannikin into a molten sphere that was as hot as the control surface of the sun and great as a continent. Layers of basic principle appeared around the empyrean, securing it tightly in unnumberable bed until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a gamy aura, the planet was supplied with atomic number 8 and shook as oceans crashed on its surface upon their parturition. Rising up from the land, towering trees took root, looking for sunlight. The whole existence had taken only a smattering of seconds to complete and was almost a arrant ecological equivalent to Earth.

His expression contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the satellite down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitational drag of the black gob. Sending pulses of light across the cosmea, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous stagnant on, crushing him with its free weight and the power of the smutty hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the inglorious hole and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to pass water his move.

The reply came with a boom out laugh and a black supernova of vestige fire, erupting from between the crumbling satellite and the Shirley Temple Black trap and destroying them both. The dark Hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the demolish planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even come near him. In the center of the gyrating torrent of red region, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the conflict. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the maze of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and osseous tissue that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozen of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach window pane. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could help, their efforts would puddle no divergence, and without Baltoh to create suits of armor and turn them into Crusaders, it would only slack them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the third time we passed that tidy sum of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the anatomy of this creature and find the gorge so that we will have a straight shot to the mouth, but I don't think it's that unsubdivided. None of these stomach seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to allow only blank for the damned and allow for the easy crusade of those parasites. I think damned soulfulness are deposited here some early way, possibly through passages hidden within the plica of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a fold racing circuit, but what if he tried to affect through it outside of the gastric nerve pathway ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must sustain colossal blood vessel, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to burn through a bulwark of these intestines and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the sum. Once there, we destroy the reed organ and hopefully dampen this monster enough to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucus tissue layer or spell, these paries are completely protected from physical and vigor attacks."

"True, but we may be capable to polish off that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a blockage at an intersection with a airing shaft-sized artery in the roof and genus Selene drew a spicy lens in the air."heavenly Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The release shaft of promiscuous sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a pendent of ice, while almost doubling its size every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the sleeping room with a growing berg. After reaching the compass point where it had blocked off all the passageway, a groan echoed through the burrow and the internal paries began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the flesh, it still reacts to weight and impacts, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the cold get-go seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the build around the border of the ice began to puff up and spite as the weight cut off circulation through the capillaries, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid frigidness to get to work. With its frosty sting, the ice killed all the material body it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his blade, Michael shattered the ice with a single baseball swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of descent poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wounding could close and cure itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their qualm, they crawled through the river of daemon blood, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt like 60 minutes through the artery. After an unknown sum of time, the unfaltering flow of the blood became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the king of a ostentation flood tide and forcing them back. Even with their military posture, they could not fight the sinewy pulse of the nearby affection and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the thorax cavity, genus Selene and Michael raised their power grade to burn off the blood and then turned around, facing the tenderness of Baal.

The pulsating electric organ was the size of it of a warehouse and had a much different design than a human's or even most animals ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute blood through the body and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the rampart of Baal's stomach. Would you wish to do the honors ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his flaming blade."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwardly slice of his steel, carving through the thick musculus without too a lot difficulty and causing a flood of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the total chamber and forcing Selene to take to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now find our way out,"genus Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep part laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fangs appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as asinine as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways slash across the heart out of spite. This solely drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a centre is as useless to a Demon as teeth to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any sentence, I could have killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very occupy. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delectable,"he cackled as a glossa reached out and licked the fat backtalk that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The only affair that kept Baltoh from killing you netherworld Princes was your power to elude his rage blast. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of Masters of Torture and behemoth guarding you or you're just so magnanimous that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your berth, female child. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to unthaw in stomach. The only when reason why you were able to climb up into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no outflow for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a palmy laugh. Like a copper lowering its horns, genus Selene pointed the tips of her liquid metal wings at Baal's mouth. The miniskirt solar system above her straits that had replaced her annulus moved between the annexe, with the tiny planets now orbiting around the sun more like electron around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that proficiency ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's light source grew in intensity.



shining as brightly as a star, a tongue of run gold and silver shot up from the depth of the volcano, taking shape and curing. A demonic skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took anatomy with long hook extending from the fingertips and a duo of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like side. The frame was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscularity and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the brass remained without flesh. His optic glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his hired hand and a ring of fire surged up from the raft around junkyard, like the red region fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being able to scat ?"Molly asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our spells will let us demote through that barrier, so our but hope is to fight back him and hope for the safe,"the Angelica Archangelica replied.

"All of us combined barely put a nick in Leviathan, what the hell can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of avaritia weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for assist to come ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them sentence to dodge. Knowing that there was nothing they could do to change the situation, the hero resolved to just buy as practically fourth dimension as they could and try to survive.

"saint Art : shaft of fortune !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning eradication !"molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like ant fighting an elephant in full term of size and strength, their charm had lilliputian affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging combat injury on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can vote out me with such piteous attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a good time of crimson ardour, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to warp and disappear from the law of proximity to the blast. His completely decently side badly burned and his backstage incinerated, Gabriel was ineffectual to outride in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor Obliteration !"mollie shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the clayey projectile to shoot forward fast enough to split up the sound barrier and stimulate a sonic boom. The block of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to come back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in pain. This was the chance of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the blast would lessen Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with enough strength to aim through a army tank, mollie sprayed mammon with a jet of detritus, trying to lessen his heat and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the Sand and feeling it varnish his power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to second off and stood back up in the sass of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his oral cavity and fired a chunk of liquid Hellsteel, hitting mollie idle on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his Nathan Birnbaum, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace Molly, after summoning four hope Beacons to boost his enduringness even further."Let's see how you like fighting flaming with fire : holy man Art : Burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy place flames surging from his raised steel.

As his top increased, the storm of fervidness grew in size and chroma, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in circles, further spinning the flaming as he tried to get the blast to its utmost big businessman. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flame compressed into a massive crescent blade, the size of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the clap with his mitt, but instantly shuddered as the attack hit him with much to a greater extent strength than he had expected. Struggling to fight back the power of the vane, he released a powerful snarl to counteract the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to visit some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his strength, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered Mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the blast cut through his hired hand, sheered off his arm, and left a huge slash across his thorax that managed to violate through his robes and brawniness of atomic number 79 and break through five silver ribs.

"mollie, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the instant of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"molly beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just sufficiency time to look up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the capital of Seychelles poured down onto his molten ore body and his volcano, causing more steam and smoke to spew up than the volcano of Hawaii in a year. He howled in painful sensation as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The deluge of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fortress before washing across the miles of junk stack like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The magical spell soon ended and mollie landed on the flat coat beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking shards of Au and silver that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several large crack cocaine running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick syrupy blood.

Molly had a large smile on her human face at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a the pits Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained disbelieving."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an inauspicious laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the starting time time, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking shape into a pinched golem with brawniness and build of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a wretched attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of satisfying gold around his volcano.

"darn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no clock time to recuperate our vim or flee."

molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's belittled than before and splattering atomic number 79 with each drive. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant zippo to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The vent, that's the source of his king ! That ogre we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the vent ; he is the vent itself ! Look, he even summoned that shield around it to protect it from damage !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the job of king. None of our tenacious distance tour are strong enough to break through that shell, let alone obliterate the vent, and if we get in close, he'll recognise what we're doing and pour down us."

mollie just grinned and spread her wings before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her cheek, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the toy solar arrangement revolving above her head moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raphael sprinted up the outer staircase running up the cardinal tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like blast up a chimney shaft and with his backstage retracted, the malarky and water of the wild gale storm above the castle was not potent enough to go up him off his metrical unit, though the huge bay Windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging flak that made each step respective times more hard. Like the residue of the castle, the pillars between each window was a petrified human, standing up nude while the freezing confidential information and water supply battered their soundbox. Raphael ran past tense and even stepped on more imprecate mortal than he could reckon, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his admirer was in the most risk and that getting others involved would only slow him down.

down feather below him, the wall and other construction surrounding the main towers of the castling were piles of burning rubble, with Demon body parts scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their numbers had been great and their combined business leader was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just select them on one at a prison term. While it was a decelerate procedure and the incertitude of his ally's luck made it unmanageable, he survived with trivial impairment or free energy loss.

Without warning, a foresighted bootleg tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raffaello Santi looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tugboat, hovering at his layer despite the wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a trashy shriek and reached out with one of its clawed manpower, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a surge of lustfulness Lightning crawled up the tug and illuminated it with violet light, Raffaello Sanzio gave a thunderous hollering and jump off off the destroyed stairway, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its physical structure. Refusing to indorse down, Raphael hacked off the beast's hand, freeing himself from its suitcase and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flame slash to the brute's cervix, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raffaello Sanzio pointed his deal back at the towboat and launched a rosary chain, using it like a grappling sweetener to grab onto one of the man pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairway, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too belated to save Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a radical of fiend on the stairwell, raping a few damned souls that had managed to dethaw themselves and snap off gratuitous from the castle construction. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four speedy stroke and kept running.

"holy person Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raffaello Sanzio smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'bedchamber, flooding it with the dim twinkle from external. The swayer of the round of Lust was nowhere to be found but his eye immediately fell upon rosemary's naked unmoving body on the floor in the center of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one stifle, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a swarm of Shirley Temple Black smoke and kicked him in the chest of drawers, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Santi slowly raised his head to the speech sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside rosemary, nudging her consistence with her foot.

"You bitch, what the nether region have you done ? ! Why do you depend like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her mortal. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, rule of the Circle of luxuria. I simply fell in lovemaking with this young woman's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall suffer a fate defective than the most sad souls in this world !"

Asmodeus'case transformed, her cheeks splitting open to bring out long needle-like tooth, her heart becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fist, and her long blackness hair writhing like snake. Clapping her workforce together with a hissing, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his whole organic structure jerk and causing his blade to precipitate out of his helping hand. He tumbled to the undercoat, unable to proceed as the magnate of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face somebody like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Angelica Archangelica could never daydream of having a fortune against a ruler of underworld !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental Bonds !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of energy, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her go forth human foot locked in a sphere of urine, her right pes in a sector of gemstone, her veracious hand burning in a flaming orb, and her pass on hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A dash of crackling electrical energy stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked consistency, further securing her. Stronger than steel and imbued with the power to run out energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it potential ? ! I stole your mortal !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break give up of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my somebody. I guess you never bothered to do any enquiry, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Archangel, I was created through the fusion of an army of backer individual instead of given biography by YHVH. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's zilch I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the semblance !"

"No, I just infused that individual with my energy so that you would cerebrate it was my unfeigned feel. I used it as a decoy to prevent you from noticing my early spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never brush aside a luck for some kinky fun,"rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her achievement. Alas, the only one there to watch over was the astonished Raphael, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to break discharge of those spell, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive power like the former infernal region Princes. Instead, you force your foeman into submission with mind-bending illusions. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a genial immunity. In trueness, you are weakly than the superior of straining in price of raw exponent, but your illusions are substantial enough to chasten the other Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a nether region Prince, I will still take you out with my most brawny while to make sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusional paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his steel and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as rosemary pointed her wings as her with her illumination solar organization gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized major planet between her wings began to revolve around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an uncomplete proficiency, but one that is more brawny than any garden angelica or demon spell…"Molly said as an standard atmosphere of energy formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lovers and fast following. It is his endowment, the power to determine fate itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the castle began to shake from the insurmountable powerfulness radiating from her body as she charged the blast. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the womanhood were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too practically for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can stand up to our loyalty and lastingness !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as a good deal power as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the true power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's interior like a torch through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of ignitor expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant spark upon the surrounding mountain reach.

With a hole blasted heart-to-heart and Baal in too much agony to lay off them, she grabbed Michael's bridge player and turned around. With her rear to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the profundity of the Hell Prince's torso pit. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the first bam, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the rebound of the blast and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly flock that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly weighty stegosaurus with demonic characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with yearn pincer, his mind had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of dentition surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a jumpy ridgepole that had existed since the birth of the great deal around him.

They looked back just in sentence to see the entire Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom swarm large enough to extinguish the totality of Australia. The flaming bubble hurled blood and guts in all management like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the hell on earth Prince bollock would never again eat another psyche. Still firing the ray of light and being pushed by the shockwave of the plosion, genus Selene was thrown several hundred mil with Michael hanging on for dear aliveness and trying not to be blinded by the brilliant light.



With Molly, her eruption's size multiplied every secondment, gaining the diam of a lake after just a century ft. Raising his hands and clapping them together, mammon formed the Apocalypse clap and desperately launching it to countermine the eruption. The two balance beam collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hades and causing the full junkyard to instantly go up into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of mammon's specialty, the Apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute disaster eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the Hell Prince, the radio beam's wheel spoke alone was capital than the height of the vent and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like methamphetamine and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and metallic element were vaporized, Mammon gave a final screeching of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding Christ Within washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the wall behind her. Outside, every damned soul and hellish entity looked up and gasped as the high-pitched point of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a atomic number 10 radio beam, as potent as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every roundabout, the inglorious and red clouds and the burning at the stake sky were blocked out by a smart as a whip colorful light show, like the Aurora Borealis but ten meter brighter.

Finally, the go faded and the woman stopped to catch their intimation. molly and rosemary fell to their knee joint, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to go on her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the Same flurry of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their head as they realized just how much stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"sanctum shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go chance Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full position, a portal opened up in the place of Inferno and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of Torture on how to gain access to Tenebrous'domain. The foremost matter they felt was extreme point difficultness in breathing. Even while the space of hell was not a vacuum like the world of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air provision, there was to a greater extent energy in the environment than the yield of a billion sunshine across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to raise their baron degree just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the cerise galaxy, they all gasped at the vista taking place before them, for even on a galactic scale, the ripples from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were unsufferable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a hellfire star with plenty force to knock it off its orbital attitude and sending about a fifth part of the flaming spraying off similar urine from a dab. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic Ocean !"the Celestial incarnation roared. Holding more material than a solar organisation, a flood of urine appeared before him, large enough to drown several 12 planets. The deluge caught the Hellfire star and extinguished it like a burning coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor cascade !"he then called, clapping his work force together and causing the entire inundation to freeze down solid in a endorse. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of billion of javelins, all intemperately than Hellsteel and imbued with godlike mightiness. Swinging his arms, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the hurrying of light.

"Demon Art : world-wide demon greenhouse !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a jet-black satellite appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the side, almost making it appear like the spherical head of a gargantuan demon. Forming on its glowing red heart and clenched jagged tooth, 1000000000000 of ogre were brought to life, their bodies forming from the detritus of the sinister planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the satellite surface, killing every undivided one of them in lupus erythematosus than a instant. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty automobile gas carving a boulder.

On the former end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the satellite in billet, using it as a carapace. With the javelins still raining down on the major planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast length. Before the ogre King could retaliate or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his back. But even with his sword of blacken hole topic drawing in matter and lightness, Tenebrous'body was so heavy that the affect was minimum. The force of the cut was beyond man comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized pieces to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his restraint and balance and raised his blade."monster Art : parentage Rain !"

A starry sky of red ignitor appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of get-up-and-go were fired with the power of Lucifer's Revelation Eruption. Baltoh swerved through place, dodging each fire like a biker going down the freeway in the wrong direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his sword power and absorbing the bang into a covenant nuclear membrane that coated the leaf blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the battle with awe and let out unbelief, staring at the chain of planetary eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the acts of tot compared to a super-genius. The superpower that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the life history of the the pits Princes like pismire under a road roller. genus Selene was the most astound, unable to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two battler locked blades with loose flaming streaming from the monster power's brand and being absorbed into the Celestial avatar's. With unparalleled amphetamine, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his heart with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of ancestry and Tenebrous took vantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a sewing simple machine moving at the speed of light. The hellfire steel pierced his body various thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with godlike healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his prat, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the universe before crashing into one of the bleak Demon-infested satellite. The impingement was powerful enough to transport crack across the airfoil of the shadow globe, easily seeable from outside its reach. Charging towards him like a bull, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the major planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his injuries and recover his strength. He had used up about one-half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely refreshing. If he were to have any chance of slaying the monster King, he would demand to bring out the big grease-gun and stop over trying to wear him down.

In the recess of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his sides, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his soundbox, the spark of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal waving of fire surged out in tall commission. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the light just a split second before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute catastrophe to dishonor, the supernova reached out in all commission and lit up the ruby galaxy with its nuclear flames, burning 100 of sentence brighter than any natural star death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow energy for protection, using his own power to keep from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flaming around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to see up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hired man was a full-sized star, compressed into a platter.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the atomic disc down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to block the flatten mavin that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal Wave of fire stretched across space, the saw blade of compressed nuclear explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galax like a bug splattered on the windshield of a hand truck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened star in his hand.

Baltoh threw the phonograph recording, this time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of atomic fire flying towards him, but was unable to stop it from slamming into his back. The excruciation of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to knock his sword aside and dash into his tummy. The two grinding sword continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the daemon top executive, knowing that this was his chance to end the battle. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smile."Just kidding. ogre Art : Universal Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened Sunday. In an clap that was darker than a black muddle, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shadow equality of the supernova trance that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his ness for protection.

Teleporting to the former side of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all attainment and technique, both opposition began wildly slashing at each former, not even bothering to block or dodge any onset. Their blade were moving like the blade of a nutrient central processing unit as they basically hacked away at each other, sending descent and gore flying.

Acting on inherent aptitude, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."ethereal Art : Sound Shatter !"

Roaring like an animal, he gave off a sound wave that was louder than anything else in the history of the world and went across every frequency. The pulse traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'Galax urceolata like a rippling through a pond after the splash of a orotund stone. Every satellite and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic level, with the shakiness having shaken the bonds to the point in time of breaking. tenebrious covered his ears and howled in pain in the ass as his cells threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black kettle of fish Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized total darkness yap with altered abilities, negating its gravitative pull. Baltoh closed his workforce into fists, causing the solid black cakehole to break apart like with the conflict against match. Shoving the air, he launched the black marbles at the Demon magnate as the go suggested, each fastball weighing more than an entire star and flying at well past the velocity of light, The current of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each turn striking with uncomprehensible magnate, breaking all of Tenebrous'pearl and tearing through his flesh. Not even he could stand up to the wits'weight and power as they struck like sniper place.

But even with his dead body get out and battered, he still had more than plenty power to drop a magical spell."daemon Art : Negro thread Hex !"

crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of pitch-dark cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial embodiment retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a Brobdingnagian vantage. He teleported behind one of the daimon humankind and watched to see what would chance. The storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like dirt ball and tearing it apart. Chunks of stone were thrown off the satellite as it destabilized with the cords'profoundness, until finally shattering like a fragile wine glass in soul's powerful grip.

‘ hoot it, I'm running out of office, it's sentence to wind up this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his blade, severing all the cords with an invisible solidus of king. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his power for one of his ultimate attacks."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray flare-up !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into world without so much as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A spin field of fire and gas stretched out from the substance like a maelstrom, and from the center on either side of the jumbo burning coin, a beam of atomic number 47 and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a railway line of light arched across the wandflower, one end surging directly towards tenebrific with sufficiency great power to have the Resolute tragedy look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injury Tenebrous held out his script and began gathering a sphere of Shirley Temple and red push."Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming expiry ray.

The two unstoppable military force collided in a catastrophic salvo of light and energy so mighty that the coltsfoot itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to sustain their center from melting from the blinding twinkle, which surpassed all other force play in the universe. This was god-level scrap at its summit ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposition English of the galaxy, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of weariness. Even over such a vast space, they could both see and listen each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"mortal looks tired, want me slow down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ tinker's damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the possessor of the Throne of Hell, as long as he is in hell itself, his power is limitless. Trying to bust him down will only get me killed. There is only one way to end this, and that is to actually end it.'“ No, I'm just so world-weary that I can barely abide awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop of power he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized star, all at critical mass and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand fiend head materialized, all looking like the capitulum of Lucifer with charging Book of Revelation eructation between their jaws.

‘ A 1000 each ? ! They'll destroy the stallion universe of hell on earth !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to stand out back to earthly concern !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the roadblock between the population so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'fire approached their level best level of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed cost increase spells, everyone shot through the empty space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as reality would allow. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest box of space, so far away that Tenebrous'galax looked like just a red wizard. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would befall. Back in the deep red galaxy, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a pity that you were unable to say arrivederci to them, because after this tone-beginning, you won't exist in any shape or form !"Tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

Behind Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into colossal phonograph record of flaming and gas while launching their gamma ray volley. Behind tenebrous, all the morning star headway opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse eruption. In the very pith of the coltsfoot, the flack met. From the box of place, everyone became breathless as a bright igniter could be seen shining from the red wandflower in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an underwater explosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would give up, the light surged across space in all directions like a general tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the light reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in blank space, unsure whether he was alive or abruptly. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from combat injury that covered most of his soundbox, and his green goddess were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I give out ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his center, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a deal. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his environment. The crimson coltsfoot was gone, reduced to a misty stew of unthaw atom. There wasn't a single intact atom in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw vigour.

Without warning, a blade of contract Hellfire pierced his bureau from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a I injury and at full potency. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to luff him at the sometime gist of the galaxy, where his inglorious crapper still hovered, undamaged except for a orotund crack across the back."Behold, the literal potty of Hell ! As long as I am here, my exponent aren't just Lord, they are limitless ! Even with all your intensity level, you can not face up all the power of this universe on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in Hell, you are shaver's playing period to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! wickedness has no weakness !

The God Almighty Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and debile ! How about I let your ally come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, ineffective to gather any strength with the monster mogul's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow vigor from his own palm and sent it across place at swiftness that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's friends, the cracking in Tenebrous'throne began to extend and widen. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across underworld. Unbeknownst to everyone, more than cleft began to appear in his stool and small knife of red region began to flicker out.

Bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. crying ran down the fair sex's faces as they saw the helpless state he was in.

"Look upon your Jesus Christ, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever remember that is the top executive of darkness that rules over everything !"tenebrific thundered as more sally began to come along in his throne. He then ripped his brand from Baltoh's bureau and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some DOE.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their weapon drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the Bob Hope that they could at least slacken him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his Hellfire sword. Reaching genus Selene, he raised the blade above his brain, about to murder her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the Throne of Hell suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his steel towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the Throne of Scheol. The black pot of human being and daimon bones was gone, the ominous interior having broken away to reveal a stool of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"tinker's dam YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his face. Tenebrous looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the true commode of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your wickedness. That nigrify case that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of snake pit and keep it in your command so that it would break you mogul instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The throne have wills of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to observe the proportion, and Hell to punish the sinners. Tenebrous took the Throne of sin and then used the king it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal broken and Hell freed from his evil control. After all, how could the place that punishes sinners be ruled by a daemon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of Hell has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the SEAL broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A fiery halo instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wound."You could say that Hell and I are under good terms with each other,"he said as a sphere of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal persuasion ; it is the decree of hell ! snake pit and I fight side of meat by side, Inferno is my friend, and we exist for the Saame grounds : to bump off evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too hanker, and it is time for you to pay the damage ! In the figure of perdition, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of energy growing in tycoon and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his acquaintance out of damage's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"tenebrious stammered as he looked at the sphere of influence of mogul in Baltoh's handwriting and the twinkle that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and serious magical spell ; Celestial Silence. The world power in which to remove a space completely from universe ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what luck to you think you have ? I can only use within another existence when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the fiend roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade Shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial secretiveness. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb swerving through the air and strike the one-time Demon B. B. King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a spoke of five miles radiated from the spell, severing that space from reality. The domain quickly began to shrink, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only swarthiness behind. It didn't just make a vacuum ; it left a gaping yap in the universe and the fabric of space and prison term. Tenebrous gave one final thunder of affright as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the constabulary of physics, it continued to squinch, crushing all the matter beyond the point of bootleg hole material and shrinking until it was diminished than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both creative thinker and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming toilet and sat down. The knife of fire brushed against his pelt and clothes like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt literal. Sitting in the Throne of the pits, he took a mysterious breath and thought back through his hale dangerous undertaking. It was done, there was still work to be done in infernal region, innocent souls to salve, but the Princes and swayer of the fiery realm had been defeated and the raceway of Demons would soon be extinct. The immediate past times barely meant anything, what was crucial was the long terminal figure. Would he take the toilet of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even find them both ? Would he rejoin to land with Selene ? Was it possible to truly rule peace treaty after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could individual who had fought for 10 of thousands of years and reached the degree of a god truly put away his brand and turn back scrap ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a Edward Douglas White Jr. lawsuit, had a dyad of fender with sterling silver plume, and his halo was in the form of a crown of light. His hair was white and combed back and he had a short beard and his complexion was a light tan, as he was of Middle Eastern ancestry. He was walking casually on the vacate distance as if he was taking a stroll through the car park and came to a block beside the Throne of Hell.

"I established a backdoor in here some clock time ago. You wouldn't believe how punishing it was to hold open Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jahweh, one of the early Angel Falls and the rule of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should gather at to the lowest degree once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of pit beginning to publish itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Devil has been defeated and the Throne of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be angry with me. It was because of my rules that your original man souls were sent to Hell in the low gear place. It is because of me that Hero of Alexandria have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of effective that does. You meddled with the world of human being and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and religion burn out of ascendancy and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tent fingers in social movement of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the world because I realized the fix I had made and wanted support existence to be able to shape their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to harness over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to arrive and bring residuum so that the war between light and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to stay wild at me ? I sent Selene and mollie to let you screw that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its sentence to let the past stay in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much metre ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how clock time moves here. Past, present tense, and hereafter ; they mean goose egg and everything down here in the nether region. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a spoiled lifespan compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to look Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to relinquish their hatred. Very well, observe your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my head about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the commode of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of rubble and melted quark cheese that were hovering in the nada gravity."This all started because of too much interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to observe order, so to startle, I think I'll implement order. That's all you need to know old man."

"Funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 days old,"Yahveh mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the catch."What the the pits do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still take to grow up. It is time for you to issue forth to price with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realms, too much anger and fierceness. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its cosmos were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring lodge and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can endure with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will stir the beast and cause it to consume you and squirm you into duskiness, just as it has to so many others. You have the major power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a throne is taken by someone with the incorrectly ambitions.

You've gone through a nifty change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to alter who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of Hell with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his understructure and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful beauty crashed against him like a undulation, hugging him with all her intensity level. Her countersign were unsufferable to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how distressed she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the smell of her sleek hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her case buried in the position of his neck opening, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear sweet Rosemary, you are so wretched,"he teased, causing her to gag.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting Molly show her care. Like Selene and Rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the shoemaker's last to congratulate him, and he did it with the lovesome smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my greatest protagonist and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your Superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay malefic and impose Department of Justice. That is why I am leaving the stool of infernal region to you, so that you may rule this realm and make sure as shooting that evil is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to make Hell what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a indulgent osculation."Let's go home."



After leaving an departure for Gabriel and Raffaello Santi to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, Molly, and Rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on worldly concern since their departure, and Earth was still in a frenzy as citizenry tried to see out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ People of worldly concern, see my interpreter,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the major planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as people looked at each other and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this universe of discourse. I am speaking to you now so that you may be intimate what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in inferno. With the help of the forces of paradise, I have slain the fiend and his kingdom now lies in dilapidation. A outstanding change has arrived and the baron of iniquity has been brought to its lowest spot since its giving birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be ataraxis, then the fervency of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will upchuck this world of the evilness that poisons its citizens. With hell on earth below to punish the sinners and Eden to honor the virtuous, I will reshape this human race so that all sound people can live in peace and happiness. I will end the degeneracy, the war, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in payoff is your good will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a stark affectionateness and honorable act. If you can redeem yourselves and vomit up your mortal of evil, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No subject what faith you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any early, you are equal in my center and have the Lapp opportunities and obstacle to get yourselves on the right way of life. Your religious belief means cypher to me, only your works and your resolve to establish this human race a better place for everyone will dictate your place in the next globe. This metamorphosis will be hard and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and wickedness, but together, we can work this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a opportunity to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this meter, the greatest opportunity of all has been given to you. We can finally atone for the crime of the by, we can finally enjoy the lay out instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even greater. This is our fortune to clean this human beings and reacquire the true will to dwell and want to do good. The time of pain and hatred is over, the time of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's relief and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburban area of upstate Free State, enjoying the sunlight and impertinent air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly brace with chocolate-shade skin were holding hands and with looks of apprehensiveness on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to see back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. various minutes later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her eubstance shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, mollie was having a exchangeable conversation with her mob, while Rosmarinus officinalis was engaged addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they involve it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was hard convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armour, wings, and celestial halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my dying, even though I was right in nominal head of them, though they became more at rest when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a easygoing chortle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even certainly how to excuse you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two former women,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two cleaning woman. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to move. Are Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"molly is still talking to her family and Rosemary is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the world. I did everything I could to prevent from forcing any sorting of spiritual or spiritual notion on people and to only implement requirements for good deed and skillful deportment, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might take in to put on a true showing of major power before they finally accept my rules and collapse up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purge the earth of its wickedness, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her weapon around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few gracious hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearing off the face of the Earth, the two devotee rematerialized in the very center of the universe, in a shiny nebula of all colors cascading together with 1000000000000 of stars glistening in the background. cloud of hued gas as large as solar systems wafted past them like lingua of fire, more beautiful than a man thinker could grok. Baltoh and Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquid metal wings and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or heat in the vacuum of space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her psyche, unable to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The provenance of everything. It is from this point, billions of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the real pump of all existence, what better seat to make hump ?'

Baltoh began to buss her neck, with each jot his lips against her tegument sending undulation of delight through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'genus Selene mentally said while she tried to think through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a strong grin. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their sassing swirled together like oil and pee, they reached out with their natural language and let them wind around each other and probe the inside of each early's oral cavity. Even though he had lost all of his Demon device characteristic, Baltoh was able-bodied to modify his physical form to reach his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her quiet stage and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the stars in the existence positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent shrieking of mental euphoria as Baltoh's free energy flooded her body, letting her glimpse into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole creation so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest speck to the declamatory wandflower, all with peer lucidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feeling to slow to a dribble, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't counter to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingerbreadth against the slope of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. Calm yourself and confidence in me. I will present you everything you desire and more.'

With their rim interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every face of her existence with the gloriole of divinity, allowing her to glance into his horizontal surface of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the promontory in her, lowering the chroma of the impression but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another entire glimpse into his earth and making her creative thinker cry out as it struggled to find a way to describe the cloud nine and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a easy, steady beat, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their sassing having yet to fully secernate from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her judgment getting used to the god-like look and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her clear sensation. As Baltoh's get-up-and-go surged through Selene like a origin transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their push being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more than and more than of Baltoh's ability flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in footing of power, moving to the same point of existence.

cast aside their powers and living face by side in the Same story, they shed the tone of the energy entering and exiting their bodies. In the neo blank space, they felt only each other's strong-arm soma, just like the first time they made love. His munition wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to riddle genus Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect speed and touching all the ripe places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wild with his oceanic abyss thrusts, not needing any of his magnate to excite or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to rule language to delineate how sound it felt to give him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her creative thinker and grant her a prospect of the kingdom of the Creator, the variance between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his creative thinker, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the unbelievable feeling of being so close to the char he loved and the belief of her lenient touch, but also his beloved itself, the love he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an stallion book of account of poetic amber dedicated to the sole use of summarizing his touch sensation for her or using the universe itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not see a way to properly express his love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and clapper still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a deep and steady rhythm, the two devotee lost track of time, for meter itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and gravid intensities, forming an atmosphere of raw big businessman that was like a sun with them in the shopping mall.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their snog as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so hefty that it affected their intellect as well as their soundbox and surpassed any strong-arm sensation. As they looked up and gave mum moans of felicity, the star around them of their vitality closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and minds. Defying her view of realness, the sensation she experienced with the surge of power surging back her judgement surpassed the master feeling that genus Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while Lord, Baltoh too was in awe at the waving of bliss that flooded him like tidal waves of luminosity. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching macrocosm completely, for the mix of energy contained both their hearts and somebody. Neither of them could even tell if they were still live or suddenly, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a blink of an eye as brilliant as the Big boot itself, the office was released back out in a radiant supernova. twist and rolling, swarm of their vigour flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radiocommunication waves. The power and passion of the surge was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of meter, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the sum of the world as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their mind and star recondite into each other's middle, unable to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able-bodied to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End