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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fist upon the metropolis of New York, washing away the grime and dirty word that caked the streets and alleys. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the pound rain forcing people to stay inside. Even the roads were mostly tranquilize, while engorged with cable car as usual. But while it was a quiet day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the Empire State Building, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the grey sky. From this photoflash, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a crimson visible radiation bulb. It was not undimmed or powerful enough to take up attention from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential pelting. The raindrops that passed by this burning split second were turned into hissing steam from just the vivid proximity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like heavens.

The orb did not fade after the initial newsflash ; instead, it grew in intensity and size while becoming darker in shadiness. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to expound into an undulating upright saucer as large as a dinner table. There was a second flash and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became self-coloured like glass, with shifting hue of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the merchant ship of the phonograph recording, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the edifice, causing the metal to rust and devolve as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous curtain of red luminance was a choir of agonizing screams and cry of painfulness, pouring out from the depths of the reddish sparkle. Were the weather clear, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in repulsion at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tone. The sound radiating from this coloured apparition was one not meant for mortal ears, a sound that was never intended to be set loosen upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the people of New York spared the mind-scarring Greek chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the nitty-gritty of the disk and a shadow came into purview from its depths, like a sea brute slowly rising to the control surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the radio towboat on one foot. The frame was a tall Danton True Young man with a lean but brawny build, garbed in brown boots, hoar loose-fitting trouser, a black sash, and a black hooded shirt with a waistcoat. Wrapped around his articulatio radiocarpea were two prayer beads astragal cords and two metal bond. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a gray complexion, piercing blue sky eyes that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his hair argumentation and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery door, a burning annulus came into view, hovering above his drumhead, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his vertebral column. Each was more than twice the size of his trunk when fully unfolded and stretched, with the lower set of annex resembling bat fender but with scales instead of build, and the upper wings like the wings of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the back of his pelvis was a long black seat with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a bumbler 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 deep red portal disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the city, standing on the tip of the radio tower and wrapped in his annex. His shining grey eyes scanned the city below, taking in the vista. It hadn't been very long since his last visit to the human globe, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



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

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid twenties with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, long black pilus that was straight yet crinkly, and bright green oculus. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup breasts, a slender waist, an ass and pair of second joint that were toned with muscle, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her chassis was a intermixture of good genes and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the upshot came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black high-healed shoe that gave a very sexy tap with each step, a total darkness skirt that tightly held to her smooth second joint, and a tan business pelage with her purse dangling from her shoulder. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sheets of rainfall. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzler, but not because of a particular affinity for the mental practice session. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to push herself to her limits. She was always searching for a challenge, something to soften the boring procedure of life, it was why she moved to New York in the low station ( where unfortunately the lone job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a booth ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword book or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"several of the dissident cheered in getting even, 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 handbag, she quickly scribbled in the Son before pulling out her cell phone.

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

"You had better get your ass over here, because if your desk is vacant when Mr. Walter Reed passes by, you'll really have to get on your knees and"beg"to keep your job,"her coworker and good supporter warned jokingly.

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the unclean relieve oneself any sec now. I'll be there in a hour. By the way, do you bed a twelve-letter tidings for a high school math year ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eyes. The fauna was shorter than an adult human being but much Sir Thomas More muscular, with farsighted powerful limb, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony offstage with scaley anatomy and cut membranes, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal face, a swishing whip-like tail, and jet-black peel that was covered in bloody scar. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its notched teeth burned the stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over posture, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud thumping, like the metre of an ancient war drum. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all deadly center. Reaching the entryway of the building, it held open its extension to their wax size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing yesteryear. The pool and falling rain around the forepart doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to control its excitement and hunger for bloodline. Only lucky smattering of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of history, and here, there was more food for thought than its deranged mind could comprehend. Looking down, puppet spotted its first dupe. On the cap of a nearby role building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a song from his wife that she had just had a stillbirth, 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 tatty splashing audio. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feeling that he was alone. While the unholy savage was completely unseeable, the man's middle widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each bead that splattered on its eubstance showed its size and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the dresser, ripping open his ribcage and body cavity. The man released a illogical cry of annoyance as line streamed from his lip and his organs spilled out onto the trading floor. The man fell abruptly to the solid ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the stock slowly spread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoon of oil across the Earth's surface of a pool. The Gargoyle fed on the carcase with relish, tearing through the body with its claw and chewing on the bloody pith only briefly.

As it slurped up a seam of intestines like a spaghetti chain, a bright photoflash of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in annoyance as its sever wing and arm fell to the floor with fatheaded blood trickling from its venous blood vessel. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long brand in his hand. The handle had no safety and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow shape until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway point, the size suddenly swelled with an sharp gut-hook to weigh down the end of the sword for enhanced hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the brand would either be ravaged by XVIII inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted Fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the astray weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the show tip.

"Where is he ?"Baltoh demanded as the Gargoyle staggered back with ancestry sloppily pouring from the ambo if its lop arm and wing.

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

"That is none of your business organization. Where is Abaddon ! ?"

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall experience nix from me, traitor. I was born of pain and malevolence, and there is cypher you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming anchor ring flared up like burning oil and the blank feather of his upper backstage stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or trueness to the heller, your secrecy will accomplish goose egg. I will find him and destroy you all."

With a sinister hollering, the Gargoyle lunged forward with smuggled smoke billowing from its chela like fire. With little exploit, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist joint before its talons could reach his case, then severed its hand with only his grip.

"You should know that your durability is zippo compared to mine, but it does not surprise me, after all, you are just a lowly Gargoyle."

The creature staggered back in torture, and before it could retaliate, Baltoh aimed his palm at it."saint Art : sanctum Burn."

A flashing of visible light was released from his palm with the light of the sun. The sparkle obliterated the hell-spawn beast with a metaphysical wallop of holy fire, incinerating its body while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely err it for a particularly brawny bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butcher cadaver of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged body was incinerated in a surge of white flame, removing every suggestion and not even leaving ash tree behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell towboat of the Riverside Church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were respective stoop Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing behind. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cat-o'-nine-tails to lions.

Abaddon's body was very alike to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly material body, a retentive tail, long talons protruding from the goal of his fingers and toes, and curled horns on the top of his head. However, his body was far more humanoid, with longer tree branch and bones, a much straighter posture, more malleable fingerbreadth, a muscular yet lean and less bulky flesh, a humanoid typeface, and even spiky hair. Secured to his wrist joint were two metal shackles and he was wearing a dame of armour plates around his waist, similar to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that SOB followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our programme can't employment if we lose another. Not even I can present him in struggle the way I am. All of you will lay low and continue blot out, but I need to feed so that I may go strong enough to fight him. If I feed on plenty souls, I may be able to at least come through showdown, but you are all to keep a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the luminousness of the sun, and with the darkness of the city, it was likely that the vast puddle and blanket of water would not dry until the next day. The night was unusually drab. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick clouds remained and they refused to allow for the moonshine to shine. With so much moisture in the city, a deep mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the luminosity so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no headache. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk plate. Not to mention the fact that the can of mace she carried in her handbag was stiff enough to mellow out the eyes out of anyone who gave her a fishy look.

In a stretch of time so small that she couldn't even remember of something to compare it to, genus Selene's world was suddenly flipped upside-down as her common sense were ripped away, save for the speech sound of a crackling rattle and the tone of getting stabbed at every centimeter of flesh in her body with hot chains while battery loony toons flooded her veins. Her branch buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with vicious violence and dragged into the nearby alley.

"damn, that Taser worked like a charm. The gripe isn't even screaming,"a line spokesperson 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 regular poser if the affects were this prominent. She couldn't motility or even make a strait ; she was completely crippled by the pain of the excruciating shock.

Selene was slammed against a brick rampart with one of her capturer gripping her by the throat. The impingement, while painful, offered some uncloudedness, as she was now able to at to the lowest degree see her assailant. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his hand around her throat, the second was standing beside the first, and the tierce was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"hoot, she's Nice spell of ass. It looks like we'll get a little Thomas More than some hard currency and course credit cards,"the instant one laughed.

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

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

"Unless you're mendicancy for my shaft, you had break shut the roll in the hay up…"the firstly growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's good for you."

Looking through the principal of the cutting smack, Selene's optic widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the steel. Like his knife, the dim twinkle was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smiling. Holding the tongue as if he were going to prod her, he slipped the tip of the blade into her choker. For the abbreviated second, the tip of the steel was touching her pelt, and never before had she felt something so stingingly common cold. To her easing, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could give forth, her attacker yanked the steel downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With rip streaming from her eyes, Selene cried out in pain as blood trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her titty from the assailant's malicious and fumbling removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and panties and the second assailant went to work yanking off the shred corpse. Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the cool air fanned her bare thigh and business firm titty. Her nipples were now the size of finger's breadth joints from the inhuman air and the fear that filled every character of her being.

"Look at those sweet nipple of hers, I wonder how much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little white would look majuscule on that benighted hide,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of John Cash into his sack 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 slightest chance of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the strong suit in her exhausted trunk, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"SOMEONE PLEASE assistance ME ! HEL—"

Her belly laugh was cut abruptly as the attacker's blade was plunged into the side of her abdomen, cutting through her without any travail. The pain that shot through her was so excruciate, she lost all control over her physical structure and judgement. The pain in the neck inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was unimaginable. With origin slowly filling her mouth, her consistency became hobble while her aggressor just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a representative echoed through the alley. The rich phonation was as authorize as trash and the very sound of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

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

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

"Who the fuck are you ? !"the irregular attacker barked.

"Let her go, this is your concluding word of advice,"the man ordered with more authority and power in his phonation than any go homo could induce.

The first aggressor pulled his tongue out of genus Selene, making her scream in bother."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll carve off your face, he'll kvetch your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four large annex grew out of his dorsum, with the feathering along the edge of the upper wings flanged like the quill feather of a porcupine and the depress bat-like wings honed to the sharp shape of a vane. With blood oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in unbelief and the three raper staggered back, cursing in fright. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the terra firma with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is nothing compared to mine ! Demon Art : Incineration flood lamp !"

An eruption of red and black flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of deoxyephedrine to rebel into the air. The dark fire surged down the alley, slamming into the three raper like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the blast, genus Selene watched in horror in astonishment as the three suspended assailant were slowly disintegrated by waving of black and red fire washing over them. Their clothes were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their pulp was pealed off their bodies, their heftiness were shredded as if by a heart and soul zep, lineage streamed from their carcase as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs exploded like pee balloons once exposed, and after only a few moment, they were nothing but charred skeleton in the cupboard. As the surge faded, so did Selene's level on consciousness. Succumbing to blood passing and the nuisance of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blackened skeletons of the raper, Baltoh walked over to genus Selene and crouched down, holding his sick hand over her bare dead body."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's unscathed eubstance began to glow as a plasma-like glow wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her cutis. Her stab injury began to fill up, her scrapes and bruise disappeared, and her torso stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a hour, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to find himself analyzing every in of her raw beauty, moving his eyes slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his quarter and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to look for for information. Pulling out a forgotten letter of the alphabet, Baltoh read her figure and computer address, memorizing the location of the apartment building and the exact unit of measurement. Hooking the purse to his waistband, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her back and the other under her articulatio genus, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked soundbox while being careful not to scratch her with his claws.

Holding the cleaning woman in his coat of arms, Baltoh lost all inactiveness and stood as still as a statue, staring at her nerve. It had been days since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his tracks like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his chest and a well-chosen jumpiness, something that he had never before experienced with his low temperature heart.

Realizing how very much time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and open his wings. With a bingle powerful flap, he was catapulted high school into the sky. Holding genus 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 city. With her long burnished hair brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of wide unconsciousness, but her head was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's human face, unsure of if what she was seeing was very or a dream. What she did make out was that he was very handsome and she was cold. She gave a indulgent suspiration as she fell back to sleep, crossing her munition to keep warm.

With the chilly damp air kissing her bare pelt, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's arms. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming sensory faculty of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his entire existence, 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 nil but angriness and the desire to remove Gargoyles and devil. His own sprightliness meant nothing, except that he would not be capable to stay on 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 eubstance rut. He even wrapped his let down backstage around her to preserve her protected from the frigidness wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building 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 building, he landed on the fire escape by her unit of measurement like an eagle reaching its nuzzle. With Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her chamber. Stepping down onto the floor with unequalled silence, he retracted his offstage and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a reason that he did not know. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The rampart were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with moving picture of friend and house. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of Selene with a untested man and stared at it intently. While they had the Sami complexion, he couldn't not cypher out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

‘ Why am I so queer about this fair sex ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh thought process to himself, shaking his head from English to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the ice, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his handwriting at the creature with his sword materializing in his grip. He came to a stop, sword in hand, staring into the eyes of a white and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's middle were fully dilated to occupy in all possible Light, its stern was swishing from English to side anxiously, and its claw were slowly edging out of its lenient mitt. But the feline's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt Sir Thomas More confusedness than ever before in its living, sensing a vast torrent of different Energy in him, both sluttish and dark.

Baltoh let go of his brand and the weapon disappeared as soon as contact 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 international were range upon her discase beauty like a spider web, illuminating her womanly figure. Her benighted skin caught the dismount beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her body was deep in voluptuous bend, her lean and well-toned figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her recollective smooth thigh, the back talk of her slit looked so delicate and delicate, it was as if they were made of chocolate ice and lacked even a 1 hair. Her full breasts gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her nipple were tumid from the womanishness and ticklish chill of each exhale. Her silky opprobrious hair's-breadth was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her brim 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 shook him from his haze, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became impalpable, about to pass through the wall as if it were made only of light. As he took a stone's throw forward, Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright green hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At least answer me this : are you an saint ?"

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

Once again, Selene was vocalise asleep, completely peaceful, the plume locked tightly in her grip.



Two speech sound filled the abandoned tube burrow ; the dark laughs of Abaddon and the torturous cries of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening feeding on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the master row. The young woman before him had farseeing blonde pilus and picket skin, dirtied from twelvemonth of living in the streets and sickly from undernourishment. She was completely raw and covered in long bloody stinger, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slash of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the incline alongside the trail, crying and screaming in pain as the Demon forced his near-horse-sized tool into her diminutive body with inhuman amphetamine. Beneath her were the butchered corpse of her parents, wet with her weeping and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shot of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an minute, the Loretta Young young woman had begged the Demon to birth mercy and break, or to at to the lowest degree obliterate her and end the annoyance. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this cruel dark, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The vicious personnel 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 barbarous way, no topic how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her teary watchword, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like holla as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The young girl screamed in agony and mortification as the daemon dug his claw into her flesh and felt his semen flood her body, taking the post of Abaddon's hammer as he yanked it out of her. She released a back and more tearful shrieking as an unspeakable burning at the stake feeling coursed through her soundbox. In her vagina, the dark-gray semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her ilk window pane.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an malefic smile as the girl writhed in pain, crying from the dark fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before destruction, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a hungry 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."



Selene bolted awake to the sound of her alarm, reliving the fit from the bowling 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 prostration, 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 genu, completely shaken by the intensity of her memory.

A small scowl appeared on her grimace, something didn't feel right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a slight coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her hand wasn't the simply thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping alert and the parentage in her vein instantly became as frigid as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the Edward Douglas White Jr. feather on it. The marble-like vividness was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a simple razz was impossible. Just the sizing alone made it being an eagle feathering inconceivable. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shake off, Selene called in sick to work, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a exhibitor and washing away the soil from the alley and the blood from her injuries, Selene sat in her living room with a cup of coffee, watching the sunrise tidings. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

As she petted the feline behind the ears, a new story came on the TV. Selene quickly turned up the volume as the anchorwoman began speaking.

"A beastly scene was discovered this morning by delivery trucks handing newspapers. Describing the feel of burning atomic number 16, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The paries of the neighboring edifice were melted and burned, the concrete background was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the clay of three torso were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police has allowed us to view the incredible death. I warn you, the keep an eye on footage is quite lifelike and spectator discernment is strongly advised…"

The screen went dark for a moment and then the vista was returned. genus Selene spewed deep brown across her cat as she saw the alleyway, sending the rile felid scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of horror. She knew without a tail of a question that the back street they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at various points, showing the damage of the explosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the photographic camera panned over to the dupe, and Selene had to struggle with all her strength not to shed up at the deal of the wind blackened frame and the horrible expression of agony on their blacken faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the sight of the grisly skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three dupe and the causal agent of the detonation. They were willing to remark on the strangeness of the event, as there were no reports of any tawdry haphazardness, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so practically destruction. They also told us a very occupy fact : while the interrogation continues, no chemical residuum has been found at the site. They can't find any evidence of an actual dud exploding or any trace of acid ; all they have uncovered is a enceinte amount of atomic number 16."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the recess of an office building with his drumhead in his palm, mulling over the former nighttime. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the mellow 1960s. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a dark. He didn't want any beguilement as he pondered his next movie and his premature ones. His offstage lay draped around him like blanket and his whip-like barbed tail 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 fingers through his hair's-breadth. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her sleeping accommodation. Never before in his entire existence had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything early than hatred and the desire to hit Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fervency of anger in his heart with the fires of passion.

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

‘ To be capable to interact and even kill a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged ogre would need at least two week to amass adequate major power for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal lesion would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pallid sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more mightily or crossing over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head as a small pop flared in the book binding of his creative thinker. He could smell out a surge in monster push and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a dubiousness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through degree upon storey upon level of abandoned railway burrow and sewer wrinkle, moving through unanimous gem and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the down in the mouth tunnel, residing bass below the city and having been completely uninfluenced since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing rats had inflicted damage to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the brawn off of the break up arm of suddenly tiddler, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his metrical foot."How the hell did you feel me ? !"

"You may be able to hide yourself from the optic of humans and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to blot out your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the smell of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the beat bodies around Abaddon's fundament and the multiple teeth and hook marks."I've let you roam free in this world for too yearn, now you die,"he growled, forming his steel in his hand.

The Demon began to laughter and held out his hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a line of osseous tissue resembling a spinal anaesthesia column reached out and locked together into a meter-long pole. A loud crack strait echoed through the sleeping room as the backbone began to warp, being crushed by an invisible effect and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long sword of a one satisfying bit of ivory, with the spinal anaesthesia ridge acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimate me double-dealer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The unspeakable cries of these puny human race, they're so beautiful, the auditory sensation of the figure being torn from their bodies and their blood being splattered across the wall and trading floor, the sight of the poor girls'teary faces as I rape them to death, and the taste of this magnificent feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating nuisance and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more delectable than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far secure than I ever was in Hades, strong enough to even face up you !"

Baltoh maintained his cool deportment and held up his deal in front of his aspect."We'll see about that. holy man Art : Repairing Barrier."

A house of cards of scant suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing belch of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the rampart, floor, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every charge, the house of cards came to a catch and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its counselling. The pillar instantly shattered into meg of pieces and crumbled to the ground, but before the dust could even begin to settle down, the pillar was reformed, with every fragment and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single piece and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this roadblock, let's keep this pocket-size, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a thriving torrent of inglorious and white energy. shadow was streaming from his nigrify bat-like wings and light was streaming from his chopper eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a booming laugh and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flames surged up from the dry land around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can last before you have to resort to unleashing your wide-cut power."

The two enemies crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each early. In midair, they both swung their swords and collided in deafening crash. Instantly, every piece of solid state stone and concrete shattered like shard grenade, filling the air with detritus and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee table began to spin wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silken strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the plume as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline aurora became more focused and pressured, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the plume as if it were in a wind tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its tail. The feather began to flip, with the tip changing direction by only a millimeter of so with each shift.

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

Quickly getting dressed, she grabbed the feather and ran out the door, determined to follow it, wherever it led her.



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a wall of Isidor Feinstein Stone, entering an antediluvian cave system bass below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blurs, they locked blades over an over in an sempiternal dance that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a huge cascade of twinkle would fill the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every stone and piece of Harlan F. Stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the impairment instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the outdoors world.

‘ shucks it, why is this engagement still going on ? It is truthful that he is far stronger than any rule demon, but I would normally end a struggle like this in less than a arcminute, but I feel so… dull. I can't sharpen my mind or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to pull all beguilement out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's blade, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his clawed finger's breadth at his soul foe, as if he were pretending to fire a gun.

"Demon Art : wickedness Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal light beam of dark energy erupted from the tip of his nipper like a amusing Holy Scripture villain's titan death ray.

"holy person Art : Gates of Heaven !"Baltoh countered, planting his steel in the ground.

Shaking the whole tunnel, an ornate gateway of self-coloured gold burst from the tunnel in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge Ne sign, the logic gate shielded Baltoh from the fire, with the dark energy unable to even exit between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized vena portae to netherworld opened and a monolithic skeletal frame hand reached up, grabbing the Demon with its crushing embracing like a man grabbing an activeness anatomy and ending the Dark heart rate gust. With the light beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven spell and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous roar, Abaddon swung his bum and struck the hand, shattering all of the clappers and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his sword, having just enough time to forget Baltoh's upward cut. The two blades met and the Demon was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer great power behind the slash, crashing through degree upon point of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his momentum, Abaddon became impalpable and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty-bellied subway program. The bedroom had two tube tracks with a twin lines of pillars on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one side of the sleeping room but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the political platform, and a wall with a 12 payphones stood on the opponent wall. The platform was on the very outskirt of Baltoh's original barrier, meaning that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his steel straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his blade into ceiling, sending a spider web of crack cocaine through the concrete and causing debris to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his horse sense of counseling and find Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking recoil. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of mainstay like a wrecking ball through Styrofoam.

Coming to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style separatrix from Abaddon. The two foeman stared each other down, each pushing against the blade of the other. As the screeching sound of the straight-razor-sized vane on Abaddon's sword grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as much strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his sword, while the daemon was left still desperately pushing with all the strong point in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in pain in the neck as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his dresser cavity and nearly snapping the costa. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the Demon skidding back 50 ft. Abaddon struggled to remain on his infantry with inky blood dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the chance of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long fanny and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the fiend. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a maul, and planted him in the floor with plenty force to produce a thirty-foot crater. He released the demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his foundation, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the cheek, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so lots force that even the pay sound he didn't jam were destroyed by the shockwave and the entirely end nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his steel at the demon, about to deliver the final exam relocation. Dredging up his power grade for the blast that would veil his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the steps.

‘ What the Hell ? This underground chopine is closed, who is coming down here ?'he thought to himself, turning around.

His eyes widened and he released a deep gasp as genus Selene came into view. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the ken of him and the undisputable trial impression that the case 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 tail to his burning halo.

"It's you, it really is you,"she gasped with a shaky breath.

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

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

"I'll explain all of those ulterior, 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 groundwork and had his finger pointed at them.

"Die double-dealer ! demon Art : Dark Pulse !"He roared.

All the junk on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of theme by an trigger fan as a jet-black eruption of shadow energy surged from his digit like an erupting vent, focused into a dense radio beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying adequate power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on inherent aptitude. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his blade and deflected it with the border, defying all Torah of physical science and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a gob through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in holy terror as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying heights above the tall construction in less than a arcsecond.

With the blast saturating the atmospheric state with shadow push, dark storm clouds began swirling around the blackness pillar. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the fire with his sword, desperately trying to hold back it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the Angle of his steel and direct it in a dissimilar counseling, the blast would slam down onto the urban center like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would take aim to interchange the direction of the blast, a Brobdingnagian scar could be carved straight through several miles of the metropolis, possibly killing hundreds of people. This beam was far more powerful than a normal Demon's !

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



"I can't severalise you how sorry I am for costing you the fight. If I hadn't shown up, you could have beaten him,"genus Selene said, placing a cup of coffee on the island table for Baltoh.

He was leaning against the table with his wing retracted back into his organic structure, in order of magnitude to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only if aspects of his appearance that he could switch. His claws, nates, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's committal to finding result, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to micturate himself unseeable in order to get there without being noticed. exterior, the city of New York was like an overturned formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the clap tried to project out what it was. There were already lots of news vans around the country of the eruption, held back by a line of police force ship's officer while anti-terrorism broker and forensic investigator studied the conniption. Outside of the ring of crowds, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the universe and the blast was a signal that Judgment Day was at mitt. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should sustain killed him without any difficulty, but for some reason, I just couldn't put my full effort into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just hop-skip the battle and complete him off. But it will take away time for him to convalesce, and hopefully by the time he is firm enough to actually do anything, I'll be capable to get across him down and finish up the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

genus Selene leaned against the table, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to harvest information from just his visual aspect."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 oculus down to the black scaly wings.

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

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of creation, there are three land ; Heaven, this universe, and Hell. In Heaven there are the backer and Archangels, on terra firma there are man, and in Hell there Gargoyles and daimon. Angels are deceased spirits that have sworn their allegiance to Jehovah to fight on his behalf against the forces of darkness, and archangel are created by Creator himself or are the sum of multiple holy man bonded by their unquestionable desire to do good and fusing together into a Lake Superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of Fire through the wrath and hatred of hoi polloi on Earth. While they are completely destitute of actual souls, they are the overshadow comparability to holy man, but when an saint crepuscule from the grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a person. During events like wars or genocides, there is always a massive upsurge in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative smell. However, in post on Earth with an unnaturally high-pitched level of nuisance and hatred in its account, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more mightily than even the cruelest human spirit. Most often, when you think of demonic will power and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

ogre are on a altogether other level of superpower from Gargoyles, with the difference being equalise to the conflict between holy person and garden angelica. When person are in hellhole for a long decent time period of sentence, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their physical structure and judgement crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient existence. There are intact plains in nether region of black sand from the ashen remains of the bones of broken someone.

However, there is a especial form of ash in that mixture, a part of the man soulfulness that is… heavier. It is the traces of malign that lie within every soulfulness, the duskiness that drives people to sin and perpetrate crimes. Some have More evil in them than others and you know the resultant they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to organise a wiz, the crushing exercising weight of all the evil deeds and their exercising weight will make the heaviest subatomic particle of ash together and form a fiend, spawned completely from the spitefulness of evil soul and lacking even a single man characteristic early than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unhallowed tool and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other kind of daemon is a light Archangel, which means that its powers of Light Within are converted into the top executive of swarthiness and they become servants of the Devil. You can say which Demons were originally garden angelica created by Yahveh because they are much Thomas More serene and treated, being of a 1 thinker instead of a toxic motley of hundreds of spirits."

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

"devil are basically fallen Archangels, right ? fountainhead instead of being an garden angelica that has fallen, I am a fiend that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more exercising weight to his Scripture than the resolution of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a devil ?"

Even after all of the affair she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a fiend truly was, she felt a great sum of money of fear towards the hybrid and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and unique mixtures of souls, specifically the someone of mass who committed murder in the figure of justice ; police officers, Templar knight, executioner, nationalist, or even simple men killing the bastards that raped their wives or daughter. Wahvey doesn't condone killing between human beings, even if it is to dispatch evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and work force balled so tightly into clenched fist that blood oozed from his chela digging into his medallion. Selene felt a deep shivering in her heart as she heard the pain in Baltoh's voice.

"I was once a legion of million of hoi polloi, tortured for eons by the minions of the daemon for bringing Justice Department to the world through wildness. We were fighter, yet we were cast aside and punished for our deed. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so outstanding that it dwarfed any other Demon's genesis, I began to mold from their hatred. But unlike Demons that form from the hatred of life history and brightness level, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to dispatch and kill the forces of swarthiness was so muscular that I was able-bodied to add up alive from the pain and hatred of the thrown-away heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many someone as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my birthing clearly : porta my eyes for the first time inscrutable below the priming coat of the ashen subject field, coughing on the dark soil that filled my rima oris and lungs, groaning against the beat out pressure on all sides. I remember climbing up through bed upon layer of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my mechanical man body and the Demon characteristic. I continued to tunnel through the ground, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen grave, my clawed hand broke through the surface and I managed to pull myself out.

coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the total darkness athletic field of ash, breathing heavily for the first-class honours degree clock time. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a daemon. The second gear after the realization came, so did the Passion of Christ and desires of all the human soulfulness that made up my knowingness. The desire to put down immorality was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to bewilder up if I didn't behead a beast of Hell right then and there, but there I was, a living fiend ; the very symbol of darkness and evil. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened side by side ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small grinning and turned away from her."I took my own liveliness. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my universe right then and there. At least in my decease, I could destroy evil and remove one terror from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my digit and plunged my claws into my own heart, ending my life.

Selene, never in the story of existence has a demon ever committed felo-de-se. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own liveliness. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the hope that they can stimulate misery. But here I was, trying to rid of my own existence to that I could at to the lowest degree destroy one firearm of wickedness, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to suit what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this good morning. As my puncture heart came to a period and the stopping point flutter of undeath went out in my brain, there was a twinkling in my soul, brighter than a million Sunday. Through sin, I had achieved chastity, the Sami horizontal surface of virtuousness that holy person needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three twenty-four hour period after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my organic structure with the desire to destroy evil performing as the nosepiece between darkness and Light Within, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the translation. With the power of both heaven and Hell pulsing through my venous blood vessel, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every second. I shed my scaly daimon skin for a android eubstance and flesh, grew the offstage of an saint above my daemon wings, and gained a aureole of Hellfire, all while keeping my hook, tail, Demon backstage, and the world power of trace energy.

I stood up with my new eubstance, completely enlightened and cosmos apart from Demons and Angelica Archangelica in terms of durability and raw power. As I flexed my fingerbreadth, a daemon landed behind me, having come to investigate the bright twinkle caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the animate being attacked… pathetic brute. Completely driven by instinct and using LE energy than to snatch my fingers, I beheaded the daemon with the edge of my manus, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that percentage point on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the last several decennary solely in the daemon and Gargoyle glasshouse, slaughtering the unhallowed beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every second of my lifespan, appeasing my desire to off malefic and decimating the ogre's armies."

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

"So if you're half Demon and half Archangel, can you immix your powers ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same clip. I can mix them so that the two energies are blended to the point that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain separate strength, just like oil and water. It is unsufferable for fiend energy and Angel Falls energy to chemical bond, they are too opposite 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 region without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the forces of Heaven have the ability to enter and get out all three plains of existence at will. I'm here to find out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only cross into this Earth from hell if they are summoned through some act of human necromancy, like a lot of goth kids performing a infernal ritual. The process is actually very painful for any phantasm that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jumping from a planet through the putz of a vent. I should get laid, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The result is an apparition with significantly lowered office storey, so low that the only action they can take away are paranormal case like haunting the situation where they were summoned. impart time, they become to a greater extent and more powerful, eventually becoming impregnable enough to suffer humans and even leave the piazza they were summed to.

Every 10 or so, the unity who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a substantial Demon, and that's when matter get bad. A Gargoyle can have and even stamp out people in an arena, but daimon are able-bodied to create innate disasters and even pestis, like erupting volcanoes, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

"So then does that entail dispossession really puzzle out ?"Selene asked, tilting her school principal to one side 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 ritual of exorcism does not squall the ability of Jehovah to banish a Demon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for backer, except that it only has to draw their attention, as Angel Falls have the ability to pass through dimensional roadblock. conceive yourself lucky that demonic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Eden that you need help destroying a demonic entity or immorality soul. Making their torso invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Archangels will go far and conflict the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely fierce and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in grouping. One or more fights the entity or evil liveliness, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the event from outside viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wounds and alter their memories. Entire city engine block can be annihilated in one of these battles and citizenry can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the verge of destruction. When that happens, the Angel will do everything in their great power to avoid acknowledgement by the general public. They will wipe memories, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even manipulate the sensitive and internet to put down all written report or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. garden angelica, the battle are waged using ancient spells and incantations that focus the respective get-up-and-go of the two fighters. Being a crossbreed, I can use both Heaven and Hell spells."

"But why do the Angels make themselves invisible ? Why not record themselves ? And why do they have to spay people's memories ?"

"After the decease of Christ, Yahweh decreed that Angels and Archangels were to halt all visible action at law in the existence of the keep. Any activity taken had to be while disguised as human race and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The forces of Heaven barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the phone call of exorcism.

daimon and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different reason. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the lighting of this world. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and exterior at dark without too much pain or trouble, but becoming visible in broad day is like being set on fire."

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be honest, Jehovah wanted to promote the lack of faith which was born at the turn of the 100. After almost two thousand year of war and suffering caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the world would be better off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A humanity without religion is a far more passive world than one where people fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was understood for respective moments as she tried to reckon of another dubiousness."If hunting these daimon and Gargoyles is giving you so much problem, why don't you just ask the saint for aid ?"

Baltoh sighed."The saint hate me just as much as the Demons do. I may be one-half Archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain entire armies of monster in my life, they see me as a vast scourge that must be destroyed. I have come to Earth thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every clock time I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that much of a danger to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't trouble to cover that blast better will certainly come back to sting me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a darn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of millions of the great unwashed who have been sent to infernal region for killing in the name of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and think him my enemy."

to a greater extent than a second passed by, in which neither 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 human that had piqued his curiosity, while genus Selene was trying to swear out everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me conclusion nighttime. If hadn't come, I would have been raped and probably killed."

"I was born out of the desire to slay evil, how could I have allowed such a criminal offense to find ?"

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is nothing compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your power ? Is there anything other than hatred within you ?"she asked with the slightest tip 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 alike touch of lugubriousness to his voice.

"So you can really do nil to a greater extent than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

genus Selene then gained the smallest of smiles, so light that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just kill those raper in the alley, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my home. Today in the underground, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your engagement instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholiac face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these goliath yet means that it will probably take meter. During that clip, if you ever want to take a interruption or talk to someone, just come find me."

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"sustenance it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will sense it and be able to find you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her chin on her script with a dreamy expression on her face.



"So did you see that black line in the sky yesterday ?"mollie asked, causing Selene to pick up up like a cat at the sound of a passing mouse.

She was in the breakage room of her power edifice, looking in low cabinets for any coffee can buoy so that she could make a fresh pot. The recess room was like any other in the domain, with a line of high cabinets and low cabinets against the wall, a humble fridge, dingy inflammation, a table and a few president, a"chromium steel"steel sink, and a bullshit motivational bill that served only to add some gloss to the beige wall.

molly was sitting up on the heel counter like a little kid, curling her long blond haircloth around her finger's breadth. She was both the equal and reverse to Selene, with golden hair, burnished blue eyes, and pale peel, but she had a fit build with buxom curve, the perfect combining of good genes and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been unspoiled Quaker since they were first interns and were cheeseparing 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 touch while she set up the coffee maker.

"Jeez, that's a genuine shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a single picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the composition, or even online. Normally if soul falls off their bike, people have their phones set to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost properly in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled nautical mile of a few strand of her hair.

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

"I'm sure it will be online by the end of the day, individual had to have recorded it,"she shrugged as the coffee pot was slowly filled with the hot black brew.

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

While the coffee was poured, a balding man with chicken feed and a orotund handlebar mustache stepped into the disruption room."lady, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute Mr. Walter Reed,"mollie said with a smile that was as wangle as a politician's promises.

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

"Just be measured, because if he hears you, you'll be the one on your knees"begging"for your job."



Coffee cup in hand, Selene returned to her cell and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to restrain her mind focused on her work, but her opinion kept drifting back to Baltoh and her pocketbook, which had his feathering stitched into the slope, something which Molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just send for her bag a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to question her current life. After learning that promised land, infernal region, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to cogitate she had seen too a good deal to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to bed more, she wanted to take part in Baltoh's battle against the Demons and just do something that would let her know that she had a spot in the bigger world.

putt her purse on her desk so that she could at least celebrate her eyes on the feather, she eventually managed to get some literal work done.



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the city and tried to smell the energy signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the grim spirits were keeping their powers hidden to avoid detection, making it side by side to impossible for Baltoh to nibble them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright tower of dismount 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 eagle-like wings stretching from his back and landed behind Baltoh, invisible 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 assertion carried a exercising weight and forbidding flavor that no other language held, as it was the language of the Underworld ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a form of speechmaking that was very dangerous to human. If spoken in the oecumenical public, every soul within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking total phrases like Baltoh had just done would get them to throw up and begin bleeding from their rima oris, nose, and even capitulum and eyes.

In English language, it translated to, ‘ hi Michael, I was wondering when you would evidence up.'

The archangel's dress greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore iron heel, baggy trouser, a waistcloth, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The lone departure were that his clothes were as egg white as his plumage, he didn't have a bonnet, and he didn't have a brace of shackle on his wrists, though his did have the rosary bead chains. His complexion was much tanner than Baltoh's white-haired pelt tincture, and he lacked claws, a bottom, and of course, a dyad of Demon wings. His auricle were pointed and he had a exclusive line of red wavy haircloth going across his head 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 speech communication of promised land.

Translated, it meant, ‘ Do not speak to me as if we are champion, evilness creature ! And do not poison the air with your dark Hellscript.'

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

"You should look at yourself lucky that I decided to be charitable and not assail the second I entered this realm."

"Even if you attacked me Michael, it would do you no good. You know as well as I do that my baron is globe apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both worlds of lighting and dark, making me far stronger than you could ever hope to be. screw your topographic point, Archangel."

"Your high-handedness is truly that of a Demon, cogent evidence that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to mention the fact that you have the same riding habit of getting involved with people as the shadow beasts that feed on misery. You have caused catastrophic terms to the city without even eliminating all traces of your universe and accept even socialized and murdered humans. This is a crime of the eminent order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The Pentateuch of Jehovah mean nothing to me. Your world-beater is a apathetic fool, at least I do good in this world. He doesn't even try to penalise me for these"offence"of mine, so either he truly doesn't forethought about Earth 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 decoration and a broadsword materialized in his clutches. The grip was of distorted Au wire with a deep red pommel, the bronze sentry go was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of Angel wings, and the vane was greatest silver but strong than steel.

"Say one Sir Thomas More word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The demon and Gargoyles can expect, but your Death is long delinquent !"

At the mention of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his spit and turned around."Go back to your cloud kingdom, Michael. The situation is the business of netherworld inhabitants 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 unplayful, you know that well than anyone. This time, heaven can not give to stay out of the hole,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Angelica Archangelica. will me in pacification and don't come back."

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

Baltoh turned Michael and pointed down at the urban center, with a marble-sized sphere of dark Energy greaves at the tip of the hook of his index finger."Then I'll fire a night Pulse straight into the urban center and efface the next three Swedish mile of buildings."

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

"I'm one-half monster, recollect ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a small smiling.

Michael glared at Baltoh for several seconds before turning around."The next clip 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 cryptical below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hound. Whimpering in fear and pain was a girl at his feet, eighteen long time old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her work force wrapped around her ankle, trying to stop the bleeding from her break up Achilles sinew. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her paw if she tried to creep away.

The sadistic beast had recovered from his struggle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In front of him, a small flare of red brightness popped about two metre above the flat coat and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the slope. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony pointedness to expose itself. The two claws pushed against the position of the sphere in opposite directions, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, lupus erythematosus than a foot long, and slowly showing more of their actual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claw were reaching out of the fiery astuteness of the small reflexion, latching themselves onto the edge of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the charge mete between Earth and Hell itself.

At a meter in diameter, the Interior Department of the fiery mantle seemingly fell away, revealing a combustion burrow with lightlessness fog pouring out. The nipper that were hooked around the edges of the vena portae were the size of corner logs, and with each open space that formed by stretching the portal, another claw would arrive at out and latch onto the edge, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven foundation in diameter, a devil leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breath. The Demon looked remarkably exchangeable to Abaddon, with the Sami humanoid-Gargoyle organic structure and characteristic, only he didn't have haircloth and his wind horns were more like the horns of a Taurus than a Goat like Abaddon. Like the fiend, he wore a medieval-style doll of armor home base and had a metal hamper on each wrist.

"tinker's dam you, you could take in at to the lowest degree helped me. That was barely better than being summoned,"the daemon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

"Or was it that you were just too infirm to actually do anything ? I heard that you got into a combat 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 traitor off my backrest. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll swoop in out of nowhere and slice up off my head."

Rimmon clicked his branched tongue at Abaddon's tone."So helpless. I know what my club are ; you don't have to remind me. But in order to do that, I need to know that you are following your orders as well. Why in the Dark nobleman's name have you and the Gargoyles not taken a human host yet ? !"

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

"well have you at to the lowest degree picked your mark ?"

"I've only seen a few humans that would serve as expert hosts for our plans, but we don't need too many important multitude. Once we move forward, we'll just pickax whoever will be appealing and then move forward with our plans."

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to start this mission on the wrong foot,"Abaddon said with a grin as he picked up the fille on the ground by the back of her shirt and threw her like a discarded pelage. Rimmon caught her by the wrist joint and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claws into her soft flesh.

"These living humanity are so much more pure and intolerant to ail than the captive in Hell, their screams of excruciation and humiliation are like euphony. Torturing this one lady friend will devote you as much energy as eating five. She's a niggling natural endowment to aid you recover some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the girlfriend to the ground and then kicking her.

"I'm going to go look for some more intellectual nourishment, 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 binge practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claws, licking the parentage off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

Rimmon gave a cruel laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head 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 split off her typeface with his hanker branch spit.

The girl gave another atrocious belly laugh as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and panties. Her lily-white rear was now wet with blood from five deep gashes. Wrapping his fag end around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her hands and knees as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, please no no no !"the lady friend begged, pulling on the ground to try and get away.

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his thorny shaft pressed against the untouched lips of her pussy. Grabbing her by the rose hip and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a one cruel shove.

As the serrated phallus tore through the young woman's virgin cunt and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so flashy in pain and humiliation that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in iniquity blissfulness as he let his rooster become accustomed to the softness of the woman's cunt. Blood was trickling in a stiff watercourse, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse cavalry, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human backbone, Rimmon's dick had ripped apart her interior, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an physical object of that size of it moving through such a small and besotted opening night is like using a jackhammer for a surgical slit, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a most full-grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental melodic phrase of what was passing through the fille's mind as that happened and of the situation, and it's grueling to resolve whether the genial pain was the greatest or physical pain.

Licking his rim, the Demon pulled out of his dupe, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the top dog and ridges scraping against the haemorrhage cuts. The drip of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his transfuse hand and drank it like it was elixir of eternal youth. With his hairgrip on his torturing striver tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her brutalise cunt. This fourth dimension, the girl did not shrill in agony or humiliation, as she was too busy vomiting from them. The painful sensation and mental scarring was so acute that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the female child's snatch was prissy and loose ( or ripped undetermined like an old brake shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth River, pumping her with his bulging Phallus. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable anguish that was burning inside her from the waistline. The lone way she could distinguish the notion was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her mind, the tormenting sentiment of her slain phratry, her steal virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked haemorrhage eubstance played like a horror motion picture that she could not look away from.

The overrefinement dupe's only relief came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible blood line loss was making her delirious, and that her full depress consistence had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only one-half functioning.

After twenty minute of arc of the savage torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The adult female's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so brutal and firmly that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her spread, and shredded the anatomy inside like Grass under a skunk whacker. Her pussycat looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to bring up the fact that she would never take the air again even if she lived. She lied there like a hitch ragdoll, her mouth open, her eyes glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut down.

perception animation still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her whisker over to him and forced his cock into her balmy rima oris. As if woken up from a bad dream, the girl suddenly became wild and tried to push the demon away, but could not free herself or remove the genus Phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain sensation from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's hawkshaw still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her school principal and looked up, snarling like an wild Panthera leo as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of seed into the girl's esophagus. The brutalise lady friend gave one final scream as the acidulous slime began to burn through her vocal electric cord, but quickly became silent as her arteries and spinal anaesthesia cord were the next to go. With her headway being severed from her soundbox, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomitus off his rooster, chuckling to himself as he tried to consider back to the last meter he had such a great fuck. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like doll of armor plate that all ogre wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead citizenry and a few living ones.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself,"he said a grin. Instead of speaking, 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 strong and sunny as common, with the sun retaining its ability and prestige even as Benjamin Rush over was brought through its day-after-day birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving star sign and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and endeavour as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limo, tired from a long day of gem hunting.

No one paid any attending to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a feeding bottle in his hand. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the schnoz. The man stepped up to the picket lineage set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's individual growled as it saw the everlasting target.

keeping up the feeding bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the mass around the demoniacal man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limousine, the fat balding man was trying to fall the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the void nickel-plated zippo refused to leave off more than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to get off his cigar, he closed the naught, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flaming across the aerofoil of the car. The window had held back the detonation, but the man's death was not necessary. The street was already erupting into vestal pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating hoi polloi at random.



A possessed loaded businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial vellication as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human eubstance. With his suitcase in hired man, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm her down feather. Clutched tightly in her hired hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a tone saying that servants should learn to bring food faster.

It was a minuscule move, one that really cause any terms. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the cyberspace and igniting massive Hell of choler and bitterness. like bank bill were being left across the city as the hate grew like thorny vines.



The moistness nighttime was filled with the strait of atomiser paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge subject matter on public open in deep red. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a line splatter. The messages were things like ‘ GOD hate fagot ’, ‘ PRAISE ALLAH ’, ‘ THE bible IS OUR US Constitution ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE mansion, NOT THE NIGGER star sign ’, and there were even more than than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their motorcar and find that their tires had been slashed and the side had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper dagger had been the quarry of this vandalism, both populist and republicans. As people struggled to get to lick, the vast shower of noisome messages that had been spread across New York were in the operation of being washed away by desperate street cleanser, trying to score out them before the hate spread.



genus Selene came to a stop consonant in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a dread conversation in the respite room. With her hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two fair sex talked in quiet vocalization by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every fourth dimension I imagine it,"one cleaning woman in her early on fifties tearfully said, wiping her oculus with a tissue.

"And it just happened today ? !"her admirer exclaimed with her handwriting on her breast 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 nerve center, and when they arrived, one-half of the children were deadened and the other half were missing !"

Selene's blood felt like coldness mercury in her veins.

"origin covered the bulwark and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the metropolis apart to ascertain the baby that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those poor Kyd !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious construction throughout the metropolis, as well as in presence of City Hall, with mass praying for the rubber of the taken baby and mourning their horrible death. And that was just the metropolis, the state of affairs was already getting outside attention. Completely unaware of the power at work, the citizenry prayed while the demon and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in ira at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel corpses of the snatch children. Already a heavy puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butcher soundbox. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of threat, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two orotund wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's backs, each more than twice as declamatory as the Gargoyle's physical structure. The Hell-spawn beast were instantly slammed into the footing with enough military force to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant cross were only laying on them like fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, they could not vacate so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their physical structure had been multiplied to the spot where their unholy bones were about to snap.

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



The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eye. 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 Negroid geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a single image or video recording of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.

A knock on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help screen out the sight out."Mr. mayor, you're going to need to derive see this."

Gabriel followed the Thomas Young man outside, where several employees of the city student residence that were working through the Night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police force officers, were standing around a van-sized spile of canvass of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

Once of the police officers picked one of the flat solid and held it to the Light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a unspoiled expression at it."It's an American flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of metropolis Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a recondite gag as he held out his hand. With a duck soup of his fingerbreadth, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to leap out back out of awe, watching as the flag burned.



One by one, the mainstay of human civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire basis of club to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the intuitive feeling of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked body and the opportunity 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 paw pressed down on her like jabbing fingerbreadth.

A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended out of doors and his stern curling and swishing behind him."full morning,"he said with no manifestation.

"Baltoh,"she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to frighten off to the foot of the bed with wide-eyed oculus, neither hissing nor purring.

"I wanted to check in on you. I haven't been so obsessed with my search that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to make sure you weren't in risk or anything."

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

Selene was wearing nil but a nigrify thong and a jibe bra that was struggling to hold in her full knocker. Even after seeing and even holding her naked consistence, Baltoh could sense a very unattackable sentiency of foreplay as he gazed at her slender yet busty figure. As usual, the strength of these feelings of attractor welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his peculiarity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, genus Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease apart him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to deplumate a pair of jeans out of the depress drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stemmer to dishonour and could bounce a fourth part across the elbow room. Her mordant lace flip-flop was nestled between the two buttock like a duration of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's eyes travel across every column inch of her cinnamon-shade peel, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her base into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the cover of her wooden leg, the way a clay carver would drag on a drawing string across her institution in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her dungaree tightly against the backbone of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to bat his sass and keep his composure as his rushing blood began to enlarge his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his cock hustle as her boob seemed to enlarge with the analogue elevation of her weapon system."So has your doc, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The Andrew Dickson White tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from face to side, straightening out her long fuzz."Happy ?"she asked with a wry grin.

Baltoh did not answer. With a minuscule giggle, she turned and walked to the room access."Come on in before person calls the police about a man with a tail and four wings watching citizenry from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's expression lightened and he stepped into the elbow room, first base retracting his wings back into his body and wrapping his long rear end around his waist. As he stepped through the doorway of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the aura is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my garden angelica status. If I want it to, I can pretend it interact with the creation 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 fervency, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you have any memories of the hoi polloi that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural references just very well,"she asked while setting up the coffee Creator.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the paries and shelves."I do, but not as many as you think. By the fourth dimension souls in the pits crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much straining that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. about of the memories I get are of people's design in their daily lives, like their understandings and sentiment of their finish. While I don't recollect ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my reason of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of thousands of times to escape from Hell when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. adverse to what you might consider, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

"Well what personal memories do you consume ?"she asked, taking two physiognomy 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 people, I remember serving as an public executioner in 16th century France and beheading crook, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old western United States, 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 people that you were created from was a Nazi-hunter, that means you can't be more than than a few decennary old."She inquired.

"metre in Hell moves at a much faster rate than in the human globe, a I day here is an entire year there. It's toilsome to tell just how old I am as Hell has no season or annual change, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is Hell like ? I get a vague idea, but I'm queer. Coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or potable. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human being shape in order to retrieve their persuasiveness, but Angels and archangel do not require sustenance. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

Hell is actually rather pocket-size. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ hell on earth'denotes both the entire realm and the one region that is actually occupied by homo and demonic spirits is a single planet in empty space. 95 % of the major planet blaze covered by a sea of fire that burns for all timeless existence, but there is a office known as the isle of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of hell so it's the only place with only house physician, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zone, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of prisoner and different sort of punishment. The zones are divided up not only by the septenary Deadly Sins, but by early factors and geographical factor. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will put up mind-numbing tortures and excruciating last, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is goose egg that can rid them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemy don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with Angel or daimon muscularity are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the like opponent over and over again."

"So I imagine it's full of felon ?"

"Generally, but there are also the victims of circumstance and those who meant to do goodness. Suicide victim, heroes that have committed execution to bring justice, and even multitude who committed offence completely by stroke. Unfortunately, the absolute majority of the people in inferno are there only because of small infraction that never hurt anyone and caused any damage, but were still considered sins."

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

Baltoh scowled."Of course of action not ! What dunce told you miscarriage was murder ?"

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

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

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

"I do bed that my enemy are causing it. I've been investigating the shot of these fray and I always find the faint scent of evil. Abaddon and his confederate are taking over humans and using them to raise tautness and causal agent pandemonium, though it has already gained momentum and no longer requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the intelligence, but a woman just threw a fiery feeding bottle of petrol into a mosque while it was full of mass. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled Orcinus orca. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It's being seen everywhere : religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prejudiced panorama ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political foretoken, and I've already found three dead bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the reference of murder."Are you really bequeath to kill that easily ?"

sensing her malaise, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial publication manslayer that takes the lives of innocent multitude. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of 1000000 of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victim, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause impairment and cause others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the DoJ that must harness. Hatred is like flame, in that it can destroy all in its path, but my hate is like hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her grin and her heart were filled with admiration, sparkling like gems so beautifully that Baltoh could not bet away from them.

"To be honest, I have no clew what the daimon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movements while they bring some programme to fruition. I can't track them when they possess humankind, so unless they actually use their powers with decent free energy for me to sense or their human server are caught within the ritual of an exorcism, I can't see them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to expect, wait for one of them to give away themselves or wait until I can identify a possible pattern and predict where they will affect so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island tabular array and leaned over it, looking in Selene's centre."Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to stay on to escalate. These human action of wildness and malicious mischief are now occurring without the monster'influence, and this fervidness is just going to hold back growing unless I can hold back them. If I can't line up them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the office under control."

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

Baltoh gained a rare smile at her obstinacy."Have you always been so noncompliant ?"

"Always. Like almost kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a minuscule terror. I was always trying to tug myself to my limit point and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree, you'll fall ”,"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 school assignment because it was one behemoth mind challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still preserve my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to name awards from other schooltime groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, athletics, school day clubhouse, and a societal life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and intimately I became. I was like a knife ; no thing how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew pocket-size, but did not go away."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, somebody interest enough. I've had brace boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn't end. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could pass my life trying to climb like a drop-off face or translate like a volume written in Latin."

She then leaned over the board with her Kuki-Chin resting on her hands."I wish I could deliver these questions. You've spent your whole aliveness fighting in the stone pit of Hell which means you haven't lived like a steady person, and I don't want to ask about the lives 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 mentum on his deal the like 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 by to have a future, you only need a represent from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the Son passed her lips, the man and the cross both became silent, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments 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 board, landing between them.

Selene and Baltoh jerked back and immediately felt the credit crunch of awkwardness around their chests.

"I should go, I have to find those devil before matter get out of script,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wing.

As he turned around, about to become nonphysical and bye through the wall, Selene spoke."Baltoh, occupy your time. You've piqued my pastime, so don't think you're leaving any time soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

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

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



genus Selene and mollie were sitting on a work bench in the commons, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the setting, the speech sound of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely unagitated. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with hoi polloi, all trying to enjoy the gracious weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the kinkiest dream last night…"Molly hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to soak up as much sun as potential like a pair of dozing cats.

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

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

"Molly, we agreed never to spill the beans about that night, think ?"she hissed.

"Hey, you seemed Sir Thomas More than willing and happy at the time."

"Yeah, because we were both rummy. think back what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each early for three months and I almost quit my job because it was just too ungainly to be in the like building."

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, but no matter how grueling she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic collage of computer storage in her mind, and those memories were beginning to take a crap her aroused. Already she could finger her snatch dampening and her torso temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally give way and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the kiosk tangle with a half-full plastic cup and a prominent stagger. This was the last time they would allow hard drink, and for skilful reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol grade rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and More than drunk to resolve to embark on 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 place she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's berth door, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly foreman. She did not find out the groan or flesh hand clapping of two masses having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing strait and the shrill but soft whines of molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. molly was sitting in her political boss'president, her blouse loose with her arms across her bare boob, her lash and dame on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her leg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waistline down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"mollie, what are you doing ?"genus Selene asked in lazy pastime. The buxom blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"genus Selene, close the threshold !"

Selene stepped inside and locked the room access behind her."Ok, I'm going to need an explanation…"

Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a fag without even turning it off."I was bored as nether region, my vibrator was in my pocketbook, and this is the most comfortable chairman. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober plenty to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

genus Selene was completely unaffected by the deal of her friend's white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, smooth second joint, and wet shaved pussy, and Molly seemed literally receptive to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equating, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethyl alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was silent, letting her center wander around the office before inevitably coming back to her discharge cup.

"Hey, could you facilitate me out ?"Molly 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 friend replied with a girlish giggle.

carrefour her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story time. Molly spread her pegleg and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

Molly handed her the vibrator."I just need you to work this in me, just like a have sex auto. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simple favor, like helping me pigment my kitchen. Just avail me get off, it's not like I'll William Tell anybody about this. Come on, you would aid me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but willing, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth River at the toy and the bed covering sassing of her friend's pussy, thirsty for joy. A persona of her was saying that this was going a slight too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into mollie. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silken physical body of her moist DoI. The sound of the sexual outcry made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to be active the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Walter Piston in Molly, the mellifluous juices of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's fingers. While she was immediately touched with the desire to lap her deal, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her knocker as her eubstance trembled and she pinched her mamilla, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her wooden leg openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on show.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the afters smell of her friend's pussy was making her body tremble with warmth and excitement. True, she had never felt any form of attraction to woman, at least no Thomas More than a slight curio like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or arousal when molly knack over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. Selene often found her regard wandering when mollie was around, stirring her natural rarity. 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, she held the vibrator tightly with her full-of-the-moon hand and was working it in her protagonist with rapid focal ratio, making mollie bellow and whimper, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

Trembling from the stimulation that had been instilled by pleasuring mollie, genus Selene was just about to get back on her feet, but froze in shock as her protagonist ran her lingua up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

"Oh my god, you actually thrash your own succus ?"

"Of course, I am delicious !"

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

Selene's whole body became fixed as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her puke from the sinfulness of her champion's flavor. She tried to pull out away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to sop up it. mollie truly was a dominating drunk, but even with tears rolling down her face from the penalization of her throat, Selene was too drunk to experience anything but joy at the delectable oil from mollie's pussy.

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

"deprivation some more ?"

genus Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her puss, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one position while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two woman began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their spit began to run across. At world-class it was the little accidental touches, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each early over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this breaker point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of delight between her ramification to continue.

The gorgeous blond and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their rima oris salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a smile, molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hired man on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the trading floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her high-pitched heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"Molly purred as her long blonde hair hung down on Selene's case, contrasting against her sorry skin.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene's, slipping her tongue into her friend's mouth and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick shade blending together, Molly grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, genus Selene got the substance and inserted her fingers into the wet orifice, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one helping hand, mollie pulled off Selene's wench and panty with the former, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their dateless kiss. Both woman began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their spit basically formed a bivalent coil. After a minute of arc of necking, Molly sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in stimulation as Selene's melon-sized jugs burst free from their fabric prison house. Molly moved up past genus Selene's drumhead and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's chest in assembly line with their faces.

"ejaculate on, suck on them,"Molly said coyly as her vertical nipples hung just inches above Selene's face.

Curious, subservient, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her back talk around molly's nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in physical cloud nine, but in the knowledge that she had turn genus Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her drumhead and particoloured Selene's areolas with her spit, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and tactile property of her soft flesh.

For several min, the two women sucked on each other's pap like leaches, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy smile, mollie finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene's face.

"I've wanted to lick your dear 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 answer, as she was too horny to even speak.

First pulling her long blond hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her glossa through the overemotional entryway to her slit, making Selene groan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her nous 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 unruffled ass nerve were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on genus Selene's wet cunt, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delicious drop of the cleaning lady's fluid as if she were drawing the toxicant from a snake insect bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more customary and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her Quaker the same way that Molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking Brobdingnagian sum of money of pleasure in not just the sapidity of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky excitement making her whole body buzz at the softness of those delicious pussy lip and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiac friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through Molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake up and rumble in Selene and using it to draw forth more pussy juice to drink in up. The office was filled with the strait of the cleaning woman's groan of delight and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oil. Licking her smiling back talk, Molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's font so that she was almost completely obliterate between her ally's bosomy ass nerve. Molly broadened her ascendancy on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in genus Selene and making her scatter her legs wide, pointing her gamy hound at the ceiling.

"That's right, beloved. biff my pussy,"molly purred as she ran her tongue up genus Selene's smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.

Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to catch her breathing spell between slurps, but mollie's naked flesh was covering her facial expression every second. Molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of smart air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her puss and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's human face back between her toned ass.

"screw yourself and lick my asshole, do it,"she ordered, grinding her boldness against genus Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her glossa as far into Molly's shit as potential while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. molly gripped her breasts until the pale pelt turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as genus Selene's mild wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the legal tender moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delightful and her massage pussy lips wanted the pleasure to never end, not to refer that Molly's soft smooth ass felt amazing on the sides of her look. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in disco biscuit, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her twat frantically, soaking her finger's breadth in her succus before sucking on them.

After almost five transactions, mollie finally got off of Selene and quickly turn away down, licking her brass clean like a dog licking a unsporting scale. Selene had a drunken smiling on her face as Molly's knife ran up her face.

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

molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a indorse course of study of scrumptious twat. Selene moved up over Molly's face, but in the reverse direction when their purpose had been different. She lowered herself onto mollie, pinning her down and making her lap her slit. The second molly started, genus Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender lips as molly's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling mollie's tit, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catmint.

While she gorged on herself on genus Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right wing between her ramification. Upon its introduction, Molly nearly arched her back in raptus, for the tactual sensation of the toy shaking every unmarried centimeter of moist shape in her cunt and the soft deliciousness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to have what her Quaker had experienced. She changed her spatial relation, getting on all quatern with her nipples pointing at the cap. molly took the message and practically dove into Selene's soused asshole, flirting her lingua in and out of her anus while relishing the effeminacy of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so good. continue licking, celebrate licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her puss and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to hang off rest.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's face while the blond nymphomaniacal practically slobbered on her asshole. Before long, Selene's thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount mollie's jiggling tongue. Like mollie had done, Selene bent down and licked her acquaintance's human face like an ice pick cone.

"Ok baby, now I want to read you something that I used to do in college. Rub my snatch with yours,"molly instructed with a coy grin.

Still intoxicated, genus Selene did not realize what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the enterprise. Nearly scraping Selene with her high heels in her exhilaration, Molly interlocked the two women's legs. Very gently, the still sassing of their pussies kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

Smiling and licking their lips, the two peach began rubbing against each early, letting their slit backtalk aggressively kiss and smother each early over and over again. Their moan reached new layer of loudness and tone of voice as the sissiness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their vitrified fluid bodies as their thighs clapped against each former over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual candy kiss. As their bodies moved in beat, they each reached out and rub down each other's breasts, rubbing their palms against each former's nipples.

The two dish continued like this for various minutes until sharing a cooccurring orgasm. Their slit were as soaked as smasher sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juice, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like detent in the summer from their exertion. Their consistency were both covered in a glistening cinema of stew, 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 miscellanea between their snatch and licked it off as if it were water from the Fountain of juvenility. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to actuate up, licking the sweat off Selene's juicy breasts, kissing her cervix, and finally locking mouth with her and licking the inside of her mouthpiece. The sensual kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the effects of the inebriant wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own naked body, suddenly filled with a mix of disgrace and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoying and tried not to rub her ramification together. It hadn't taken her retentive after the company to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, matter had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at to the lowest degree for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to babble out Selene into another sexy fling, and while Selene always said no, she could not discount 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 fingers between her branch, Selene often found that her in effect orgasms when memories of eating out molly slipped into her fantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her animation, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

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

Trying to keep her clit from shivering in arousal with greater intensity, genus Selene stood up and walked off.



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed one-half of the baby and taken the eternal sleep to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, note, and photograph of the dead and missing kid, while the street was covered in chalk and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could pack place and what kind of world their shaver were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the daemon, they had made their bodies invisible to go on the Inner Light from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mimer and licked his backtalk."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so fertile in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the small fry was a Wise motility, as now the humans of this city are penny-pinching to rioting from fear for themselves and their loved ones and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more delectable, the flesh and blood of those child or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will pass off. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my powerfulness at its level best layer and this city performing as the hone breeding ground of malice and distress, the but way the variables could be safe aligned is if we were performing this on a doomed burial land while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an malefic smiling, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his fork tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly smell out your force during the rite. I'll celebrate him off your back while it happens, just make indisputable you don't plosive and you work as fast as possible."

"I know, I know. I'm not some lowly Gargoyle that is less level-headed than these pitiable humans. Do what you need to do and I will do what I need to do."

Regaining his smiling, Abaddon crouched down and held out a bantam discerp hand."The blood of a tyke, for a piffling extra luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red pool on the ground.

"Demon Art : repulsion Obelisk Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed manus down on the puddle.

Baltoh's forefront perked up as a grim sensation of foreboding passed through his judgment."So, you finally hold your relocation, huh ?"

Spreading his offstage, he leapt off the ceiling of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the dark power stratum he was sensing.



A howling air current blew through the street, forming a twister around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the crank in the street as well as the monument art object set on the pavement. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diam with the two Demons at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the tissue layer and a large tail could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the former end of the street, Michael and ten holy person appeared. The men and charwoman were dressed in white monastic gown and looked to be in their early thirties.

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

"I'm not indisputable if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will rise to be an worry fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his articulatio radiocarpea as two steel of smutty steel burst out of the book binding of his hands, parallel with his munition and each protruding more than a foot past his fingertips.

"wellspring then, let's get this scrimmage 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 roadblock around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred substructure, but in this case, the illusional dome had a spoke of a full moon kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the devil blocked his tone-beginning with one of his blades and aimed his complimentary hand at Michael."ogre Art : Dark heartbeat !"

A colossal concentre radio beam of daimon free energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, 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 vindication brought him to a dead period, but with his blade, he was able to split the beam and one-half and distract them.

The construction along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering blast, but with the Angels working to keep the barrier, 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 body of water. He flew over the fiery tissue layer that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a construction, bringing the social structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and contain the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a deadly stab. Baltoh deflected the steel with one of his hook and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clangor was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a lay waste to spell.

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

Before Baltoh's tone-beginning 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 line of buildings. Thick clouds of dust and grass billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the smutty flames.

With a knock-down fluttering of his annexe, Rimmon zoomed across the way of life of destruction and into the rubble cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An inconspicuous shockwave suddenly cleared the detritus cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's brand 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 buttocks around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : theology Ray !"

The entire street was lit up as a wide but concentrate golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the fiend as the equal and opposite of the iniquity Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his ogre wing. Dame Muriel Spark flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the work stoppage of the sword, leaving Baltoh unscathed.

Before the loan-blend could revenge, Michael placed his hand on his foe's backstage and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : Holy skag Roar !'

In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger projectile. Wrapped in skunk and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the niche of the building next threshold, 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 wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's thorax and sending a spatter of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

"backer Art : Maker Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his steel into the undercoat between the Archangel and Demon.

In a snag second, the total metropolis block was riddled with vivid glowing crack cocaine before suddenly being thrown upwards in a lucky detonation, so herculean that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning rite while the ten Angel that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sudor from trying to hold the roadblock from shattering under the aggregate powerfulness of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feathering sowed onto the front end of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising power levels. 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 cost him a scrap. She just had to wait and have faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ holy man Art : Circle Edge/Halo Discus !'Michael called as he raised his hand.

Looping his digit around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the gang of golden light, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the doughnut flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like big top, the rings of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and intercrossed.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ Demon Art : atomic number 26 Whip !'Rimmon called.

stretching like rubber, his hind end extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic lastingness while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The gang of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut muddle in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The engagement had now moved, and the crossbreed, Angelica Archangelica, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler construction. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to make a motion the barrier to hold back the struggle from destroying the metropolis, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the computer storage of people in the field of honor and repair the damage. Already, the Angel had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many holy man been called from Eden to suppress such a richly grade of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another flack, 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 ground with the sharpness of their swords screaming from the friction. 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 vigour was launched from his finger's breadth, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a heterosexual direction. It was not dead on target electrical lightning, but it had alike speed and power.

"Daemost Arsolt : Cipparche Sputus !"‘ devil Art : Tombstone Shield !'Rimmon cackled as he clapped his manpower together.

A bright photoflash of Black person Light Within flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbolization. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the theology Ray, its perviousness came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could come across Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their blade locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.

"holy person Art : Age of Reason Flash !"

In a blinding display of effulgence, every feather on Michael's wing lit up like a toy star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to take place, Baltoh wrapped himself in his backstage, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected twinge. Just like before, the leaf blade bounced off the surface of his wing with little More than a transient shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his wings once the luminousness faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the eye of the now abandon street. In a jarring pulse adequate to that of an temblor, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a late crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass gunpowder, filling the air like detritus. Michael's eyes rolled back into his school principal and he lost knowingness from the pain of the impact, but such a blow would only rap him out for a very legal brief time.

Baltoh raised his centre as Rimmon swooped down with his sword held out, desperate to make a lethal work stoppage. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the twinkling the daemon came in his kitchen stove, then in a single fluid motility, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful rush to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a lowly 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 face, slamming him down into the sidewalk and dragging him along while carving a deep in the street like a plow through a field of study. Ignoring the bother of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superordinate entity tilted his capitulum to the face and dodged the attack. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his tush like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the daimon and retreat to forfend the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred beat away. On inherent aptitude, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's stroke with his bare bridge player. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural force, he flung the Archangel towards the face. Michael crashed into the movement of the Chrysler Building and drilled a hole straight through it with his eubstance before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining rest in the air, Michael pointed his annexe down at Baltoh through the jam 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 annexe began launching 100 of feathering each second, with each one glowing with a white air and packing more index than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his steel with unsufferable f number, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A spacious deluge of sparks flashed in forepart of Baltoh as he deflected every one feather that would have struck him. The rest of the arrow peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.

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

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a closure by compartment, Rimmon launched five blade of DOE from his claws, razor sparse and faster than lightning. In a single import, five lines appeared on everything within the flat plane of his slash. Cut by the daemon's flak, everything began to decrease apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a jumbo laser, the integral top-third of the construction slid cleanly off the slanting cut mark, with Baltoh right hand in its path.

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

Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super stop number, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred beat from Baltoh with Rimmon on the early end. The monster and garden angelica both pointed their index number fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler edifice dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his attitude, they shouted their spells.

"Demon Art : darkness pulsation !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of concentrate shadower energy.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of contract holy energy.

Even with the two beams zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler Building tugboat plummeting towards his head like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely calm down."Tch, please,"he scoffed.

Balling his manus into fists, Baltoh held his limb out to his position and released an animalistic bellow that was brassy than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding house of cards of white and blackened power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both bang splashed off the rapidly growing bonce like water on rock, while the Chrysler construction was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

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

The holy person manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the burst contained and unnoticed to the out-of-door world, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. flatus flooded the stallion metropolis of New York with alone strength, shattering thousands of window, knocking people off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the metropolis to shake 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 calorimeter had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundred of Angels that had arrived to the urban center, as well as one C more arriving from Heaven at that very mo, were using their magnate to revive the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman upper, they put back all of the empty hoi polloi in the demand same billet that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the prospect, and woke them up, leaving no one to surmise a thing.

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

As the Bible were spoken, a familiar spirit sense of apprehensiveness shot through his judgment like an electric automobile current. He looked to the E, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the king of something else, something just as sinister and malevolent.

"But my commission is not complete,"he cursed before spreading his extension and flying east towards the germ of the minatory presence.



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

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy pool before him shattered like a window, letting the flames of infernal region burn without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This repugnance Obelisk shall wave the end of the world."

From the articulated lorry permeable portal to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the handwriting of a zombi spirit bursting up from the grassy grime of its grave. The object was a tugboat, ten substructure in diameter and XL feet in pinnacle, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbols. The root word of the tower was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of unlike clappers and tree branch. Near the top, a with child snarling Gargoyle facial expression was carved in each English, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five retentive talons, all converging on one item, above the very center of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting strait began to give forth from the obelisk, with multiple deep voice murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet freshness and the intonation grew in volume. Above the city, dark tempest cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky-black megrims. Throughout the metropolis, everything began to shimmer in show, with their colors and shape and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the macrocosm of the dagger was sending rippling through realness itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this menacing oppression, multitude throughout the urban center began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dark malevolency of the artifact poisoned their thinker like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not weigh, the fact that it can be in this humanity is all that I need. Soon our plans will fare to fruition, and the end of day will be at hired man,"he said with a dark laugh before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his dentition bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut medallion. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of dagger was nearly overpowering to his Demon side of meat, making it hard to suppress his violent impulse. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally hefty influence, not to mention he found their mindless iniquity highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the man of the living ? Only archangel should have to power to use their tour in different realms."

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

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with moth-eaten lather running down her paling 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 wait until you were done fighting before I finally came to get hold you, I wanted to seduce sure you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her part weak and her oculus closed.

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a lumbering toll on her body, so much so that she could barely stay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiles."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his subdivision. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed helping hand over her side."holy person Art : Laying On Of hired man. angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid light were running through her veins, Selene's soundbox began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasm and the second turn wrapped her in a reduce layer of holy vigor, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's middle opened and she took a mystifying shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the side of meat of her head, trying to remove the last trace of grogginess.

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

Selene's breathing became immediate and shallow as she listened to Baltoh and stared at the ominous tower.

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her care, Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to bring up it energizes the evil intention of all the strong drink around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the dark hearts of the truly evil human resident of infernal region to help them get together together to take shape a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human macrocosm, but just being here could drive the people of this urban center so wild with cult and malice that they could rip New House of York apart like a face pack of rabid wolves."

All her life, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of awe at trying something new and turn on ; bungee cord jumping, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that kind of affair. But being so close to this cursed tower, the veneration that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's trance, she felt like at any sec, something terrible was about to materialize, or that the obelisk was live and staring straight at her, like a serial cause of death before he makes his motion. This crippling sense of dread and terror sent shiver up her pricker and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking stand-in, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene's hand filled him with ease.

"Can you destroy it ?"

"I can, but it is difficult and more often just severance. Even if I contract it to disperse, it will still feature heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can crucify it with staring sanctum muscularity and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and practiced way…"

Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a portal vein to Hell right beneath the pillar. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the vena portae as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weight. With another ginger nut of his fingers, he closed his finger's breadth, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angel and garden angelica have the ability to insert and lead the three realm at any meter, even Hell."

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

"No, it just doesn't make sense. 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 former reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or get More havoc in this urban center, then I don't understand why they would just desolate it or not hide it in a place where I might not be capable to sense their activeness. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that crusade to cite it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that obelisk for no reason early than the act itself."

"fountainhead maybe it was just praxis. Is there anything else they can summon ?"

"There are dissimilar kind of artifacts, but I don't know what they would accomplish. After all, I—"

He was cut off as a quick glint of sparkle caught the quoin of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's bum flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for genus Selene. Realizing the daemon's mark, Baltoh gave a furious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could scratch Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an bowling alley after having just barely survived the fire that ended the conflict. Almost every in of outer soma had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscularity and cauterized veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this adult female ? ! You will regret for your Demon sin, and you will suffer the most painful last that your wretched kind can know ! Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his paw, about to break up his own backside so that he could run away, but before the act could be performed, a large Patrick White rood burst out of the primer behind him, measuring twenty dollar bill pes in height and eight substructure wide-cut at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of panic as whips with pieces of jag metallic element braided into the filament wrapped around his tree branch and trunk and slammed him against the hybridization, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. Unable to displace, Rimmon could do little Thomas More than howl as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his medal and the third piercing his ankle and securing them to the slope of the briny beam. The final restraint came in the form of a crown of irritant, which acted like a trammel around the Demon's headway, tying him to the vertical beam of the crossbreeding with blood running down his face. At least, a fizgig vane appeared before him and was plunged into the daimon's chest, piercing his black heart.

"Angel Falls Art : sanctum Burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his deal together.

In roaring trice, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the fundament of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured heart and soul and no hide to cover his torn sinew, Rimmon gave one live howl of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his torso, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a arcminute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his physical structure like stemma from a calamitous injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much Sir Thomas More 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 hired man on his cheek. The gentle touch and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hired hand calmed his physical structure and removed the last ghost of pains from battle. But while this sweet touch sent Wave of bliss 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 pattern out what he's preparation before it's too late."

He stepped away and broke the connective between them. Selene watched with sorrowfulness in her centre as he flapped his wings and flew away, fleeing from her and his own emotions.





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background as copper sped throughout the city to respond vandalism and assault margin call. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more utmost with their thought, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, tower of smoke were wafting from two burning edifice. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a biotic community center where an anti-Obama rightist rally was being held, before some young democrats through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a saturnine street, devoid of lights or multitude. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed ovolo into his handwriting, cursing through barred dentition as he tried to use the pain to crystalise his mind of his confusing persuasion and feelings for Selene and stay focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to fight and polish off wickedness, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her muzzles my will and entrust me unable to fight at my prize ? I should have been able to pop Abaddon and that other Demon with a ginger nut of my fingers, Michael should let been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my prey should receive only taken one or two or three days at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her stub out the flaming in my psyche ?'

He held out his hand, letting the descent trickle from the wound in his ribbon and drip on the street. Unhindered by the painfulness in his hired man, the thoughts of Selene continued to swirl through his mind, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a foreign star zipped through his judgment. It wasn't an upsurge in Demon energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could smell something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to recite him if she was in danger so that he could find her and help her, but in all honesty, that had just been a supposition, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, sonorous physical activity and a cascade of thoughts running through her intellect. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her body and mind would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to vote out her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his backstage, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much strength and creating such a sinewy shockwave that all of the elevator car in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her post, tracking his own energy 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 home ? Was mortal breaking into her apartment ?

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's firing escape valve and became impalpable, passing through the window. Completely indiscernible to any homo, he stepped into her sleeping room without the slight strong-arm disruption. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the rip rush from his body and pool in his cock.

fabrication in her bed was Selene, completely au naturel and far from being gone. Her right field had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet back talk of her kitty while she was using her left bridge player to force and massage her boob, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the pillow next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front man like a cat against a article of furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her fingers, Selene would hand a soft coo of foreplay and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his memory. Watching genus Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feather against her face left Baltoh more upset and aroused than ever before in his lifespan. Just the firstly five seconds of looking at her had given him an erecting that would put a human to shame.

Selene's delicate coos turned into a docile moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her twat to full insertion of her finger's breadth. Moving her fingers in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her altogether body trembling in arousal. With her left script, she began squeezing her knocker more aggressively and pinching her mamilla, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to bring her fingers faster and with more energy, sending ripples through her wellspring toned framing as she fucked herself with enceinte amphetamine. Her moan quickly began to increase in stridency and volume and she even moved her left hand from her indulgent boob to the bound of the bed, holding on for beloved life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic succus. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throe of euphoria flooded her ebony body. Baltoh's ventilation was cloggy as he watched her finally go calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard prick remained stronger than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop. With a tired smile on her face, she removed her fingerbreadth from wet kitty and held them over her face. Reaching up with her tongue, 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 guck from the head of his rooster.

While Selene licked her finger clean of her succulent juice, she reached into her bedside mesa and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of a cucumber, but not as vauntingly as Baltoh's throbbing hard-on. Rolling over onto her venter, she got on her hands and articulatio genus and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the sass of her slit with the dildo.

watching Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her pocketbook, Baltoh lost control and pulled out his cock. Due to him being originally born as a fiend ( a primal puppet driven by animalistic instinct along with the malevolency of the yesteryear spirit that made it ), he was quite bosomy but without any of the cactus-like ridgepole of a monster, due to his garden angelica torso. Being measured not to knick himself with his pincer, he began stroking his erect genus Phallus and rubbing away the form that had built up in his body. It was a good thing that he was undetectable to mortal, as every movement of his hand made him grunt in relief.

‘ Damn that feels good ; it's no admiration why humans do it.'

Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her wooden leg and pushed the dildo into her swollen snatch, biting her lip as it filled her. Slowly moving her hand back and Forth, she probed her interior with the sex toy over and over again, moaning softly and panting as she prodded each hot wet recession. Baltoh was biting down on his clapper as he furiously stroked his cock to the pot of genus Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

"seed on baby, have a go at it me hard,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigor.

She moved her helping hand faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her face pressed against her purse like a pillow, kissing the feather that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foot of the bed, still stroking his cock as he gazed at Selene's unflawed ass and the dildo being plunged into her cunt. He could barely contain himself, all of his confusion had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her rima oris, sucking on it with relish as she savored the preference of her own substance. 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 middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the front line of the mess, while tying both ends of the scarf to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the pot of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not add up devoid.

Using the stack of pillows to create room for her wooden leg 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 custody and genu and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching genus Selene's freehanded bosom swing and jounce each clock time she forced the toy into her puff up pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his prick, the first in his living. Picking up velocity, he stroked his cock 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 gimcrack moan as she had her final climax of the dark and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after flow of ejaculate sprayed from the psyche of his cock 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 moderation, she didn't match any of the semen that had landed on the animal 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 read/write head in his hired man. She had done all that for him, that erotic display had all been to the thought of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the persuasion of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija plank in the bell tower of the riverbank Church, made from the skin from a womanhood's back with the numbers and letter written in rake, and the disk for communicating had been carved from the brainpan of her unborn child. Both had been a very delicious snack. The Demon held his helping hand over the sensitive and fateful lightning began to stream from his palm.

"master Tenebrous, I bring updates on our foreign mission. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my strength is no honorable. The test summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not carry on to the next stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and vote out me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in erratic and spastic jerks, the magnetic disc began to shift across the Ouija board card, spelling out the reply.

"savant Gargoyle spawning initiative and use them as lure while more fiend are summoned. We can only give up one More threshold before you are cut off permanently, have it count,"the phonograph recording spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a homo woman, as he has been seen making frequent full stop to the dwelling of one genus Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you ingest any lodge or suggestions ?"

Again the disk began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do nothing but focus his mind back on you, not to observe it would actuate his rage."

"Yes My lord, and I already get laid how to make some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a scamp from the blast evasion of an authority construction. As usual, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every fourth dimension he blinked, the integral view of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feathering pressed against flashed before his eyes. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the deeply confines of his mind, he felt labored rue for not revealing himself that night, for not being outdoors about his mien while he watched Selene, and letting the result of the night gyre on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two choices : he could either face up genus Selene and his blur feelings, or he could stay away from her, eat up the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him sick with jumpiness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the rest of eternity.

As he reached out with his idea to try and find the plume he had given Selene, a flashy hoo-hah began to build in the background, drawing his attention.



Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at mesa in front end of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking ice coffees, and while Molly was having a field salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the inaugural time. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turn 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 math class,"her booster remarked.

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

"All the time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing sexual love letter that I never mail and now just put fresh batteries in my vibrator,"she said casually, making genus 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.

"well talking about being a kid brought out my inner child, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to scoot soup out our nose like Milk River. Right now, my inner child and I are high-fiving in success,"molly bragged as she skewered various lettuce leaves with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad fertilisation."So what's this guy's name ?"

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

"Baltoh."

"Oh, extraneous !"mollie remarked with growing interest.

"You could say that…"Selene shrugged, realizing that she would have to opt her Christian Bible carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

"fountainhead he… he's variety of… How can I excuse this ? He has a very narrow aroused range but I think he's starting to produce and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"Selene described, trying to sum her understanding of the hybrid.

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a discommode habitation. But he is really handsome and without a dubiousness, he's the most awful and matter to guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

"Sorry, I just wanted to enjoin individual about him. I just don't know what to do, because I'm not sure how long he'll stay here and I don't really have it away how to talk to him about this."

Before Molly could dedicate her advice, a chorus of outcry coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the counselling of the auditory sensation, which had slowly been growing over time but was now impossible to ignore, especially with the constabulary sirens blaring.

"What the hell is going on ?"Molly asked to no one specifically.

"I have no mind, but I'm rather queer,"Selene said as she picked up her handbag and rushed across the street.

"Selene, time lag ! I can't move quickly in bounder !"mollie called, chasing after her friend.

cutting off through an skittle alley, the two woman crossed over to the succeeding street, where a full-on battle between the police and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the eternal yell of fury and the speech sound of protest signs striking riot shell. Already, the nihilist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest radical were robbing the building along the street as well as just in the area, using the exhilaration as a blanket for their crimes. Every second that passed brought more riot copper and even more protestors.

With transparent rioting cuticle and Shirley Temple Black Kevlar suit, the officer were Thomas More than secure against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a problem. The lineage of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the front of the swarm beat their signs and fists against the police officer'buckler, desperately trying to break through and conclusion as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the combat injury inflicted by the officer's clubs. With bleeding faces and stop fingers, those that were unable to fight any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plates that were the pig and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with peppercorn sprayer. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to destruction. Every few proceedings, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a tear gas canister into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

genus Selene and Molly stood in the alleyway, neither one brave enough to leap into the fray and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Molotov Cocktails would initiate flying. Pondering what to do, the cleaning woman were shocked as a untried 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 ?"genus Selene said with worry, crouching down beside him with tissues from her purse and helping pass over the blood off his unshaven facial expression. The man did not respond, only shook his head from side to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"mollie asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a Bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to clear his throat and regain his genial bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the solid thing into these stripling'faces ! One young woman was scream… screeching in infliction, and when her boyfriend jumped up to punch the cop, he got tased for almost half a instant, and that dickhead laughed while he did it.

nobody wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the small fry down onto the street and dislocated one kid's shoulder while handcuffing him, that's when the fighting 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 metrical unit. He nodded his headway and staggered off, leaving the two women alone on the sidelines of the battle.

"Geez, I've seen it get reasonably crazy, but I've never seen it like this."Molly gasped with vexation.

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an bird of Jove, unhearable and invisible to human eyes, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic screwing, not to name a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would consume to do, until he could taste her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shields of the drunken revelry police force like Persian against Hellenic language, he breathed in the snag gas like it was the aroma of a sweet flower and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the public violence, and the results were better than he dared ambition.

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

Taking a mysterious breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent energy, 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 smutty swarm into the horde of the great unwashed, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the black fumes rolled wildly above the bunch, shaken not by drive in the air, but by the anger and rage that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"Demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the trance would form quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on route, having picked up Abaddon's major power storey the s he raised them to let loose the spell. Flying about the city, he watched in astonishment as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one counseling, like pismire all racing to their queen.

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



There were well over two hundred people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough ira and painful sensation to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to conflict, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative push billowing like smoke from a tyre ardour, the sinister mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable shape could be seen taking material body and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of man infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fang, nipper, and annexe began to grow. Standing in the skittle alley, Selene felt a very frigidity shiver crawling up her spur, as if someone was breathing on the back of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice cube. She wrapped arms around her stomach, suddenly nauseous and filled with dread. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was brawny, and it was close.

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

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



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

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

"ogre Art : Shade Shimmer !"Abaddon desperately called, having less than a second base before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's centre could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The torment crossbreed only had enough metre to deliver a body-splitting bang to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all focus. In the fourth dimension it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, terminate himself after delivering the charge, and try to figure out the direction in which the Demon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the sharpness of the city and had ended the patch to keep back his superpower hidden.

With his entirely torso shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic holla like that of lion, howling in thwarting. That beastly call was so great in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living creature could even get word it. Baltoh hadn't been this savage since Rimmon tried to assault genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining strengthener and got away with it was the informant of his rage. He was used to daimon running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their liveliness once the immense conflict in strong suit became apparent. In nether region, well over half of every Demon combat resulted in his prey managing to get away, but this time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed barren in the human worldly concern, life were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every meter I almost have him, and every sentence he escapes before I dig my claw into his mettle ! How could I let him get away ? ! I'LL find YOU ABADDON ! I'LL find YOU !"he thundered, causing his vigor to swamp outwards like a spent fuel rod accidently coming out of its cooling tank.

All the people below him were knocked off their animal foot by the hurricane winds that the rush of index was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with tempest cloud. Clinging to the side of the building next to her, genus Selene tried to fight down the unstoppable current of air pummeling everyone in the street.

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

"Enough of this madness ! You are causing just as lots destruction as they are, and you must be destroyed !"Michael shouted as he swooped down towards Baltoh with his broadsword raised, having finally reached the prospect.

Baltoh looked up at the interloper and released an animalistic snarl, barring his fang. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his steel and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of twinkle, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the dresser, inflicting a wound that would be fatal to any human, and launching the garden angelica like a golf ball with rakehell pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no other gap, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his push was causing to cease. Below him, mass were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, tear gassed, peppered with reveal glass from Baltoh's boom, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the debauch cops were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a familiar scent on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at genus Selene in the alley. The beautiful woman was looking around desperately, straining her oculus to try and find Baltoh. He had to verbalize with her, but later, when they would have privacy and time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a batch of saucily slain corpses in the living room of a menage on the fringe of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to piece, the Windows covered, and the doorway locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each bite they took, their muscle grew in size and forcefulness, and their monstrous facial nerve device characteristic became sharp-worded and more distinguishable.

"That's correct my children, feed, provender and become inviolable. I need you to be as mighty as possible if you are to act as the sufferer for the end of days."

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old missy with long blond hair's-breadth. She was in the street corner, sobbing in holy terror as she watched the beasts feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's apartment with his fingerbreadth tented, waiting in the dark for genus Selene to come domicile. While his body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to pick the actor's line he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his life had he been so mazed and so nervous, and all at the persuasion and presence of a simple human.

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun Selene around with wide eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breath at the sight of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

"No, of course not ! I just… I was just trying to process what happened today in the street between the cops and the protestors, it's all over the news show as the self-aggrandising clangour in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a soft joke."But I bet you already know about that. I'm pretty sure 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 deputation, ogre, 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 guess the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, unable 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 ass of poor boy that suffered for eon in Hell, and I have lived my total liveliness for the single purpose of fighting and slaying wickedness. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger run away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

genus Selene gasped at his Scripture and tried to think up a response.

"Not in my entire existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not push, I can not hunt, and I can not recollect, because you occupy every thought process that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and get hold you, trying to maintain my creative thinker focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever discharge my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to solve this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this query ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you feel the same way about me ?"

Selene licked her brim first with a face of uncertainty, then with a small-scale smile.

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

The speak Logos struck Baltoh like a common cold breath of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smile small but legal tender, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't make love how to explain it either. I've known you for only a week and I've spoken to you only a few times, but my warmness and my body ache for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for someone this quickly since I was a slight girl, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two halves of a Swiss watch, so many particular gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own opus and no one else's. True individuality is impossible in this world, but I know with my heart and soul that you are the sole one who can possibly fill out me."

They both stood up straight and faced each other with Selene's hired man on Baltoh's pectus and his limb wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting affair in the world, and you are practically divine in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very nitty-gritty of the universe. My opinion for you are only equaled by my luxuria, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the mystery that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"Selene, you are the one person who has made me love instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't sympathise how it's possible for me to feel this way, but I do translate that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her last. Selene reached up and gently brushed her sonant finger against his cheek, making the crossbreed shiver.

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their back talk together, kissing for several irregular. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her knife between Baltoh's limps, nearly making him jerk in surprise but also hum in joy at the sissiness and taste of her spit in his mouth. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own clapper into Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his long forked tongue hanging in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the body contribution left over from his Demon birth.

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

After almost a second of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark bedroom. Inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning aura, casting dancing phantom upon every aerofoil. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy smiling as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scar that pocked his muscles and the two trump hide beneath his tough. Pulling off his drawers, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard Phallus with a mix of veneration and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would injure and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his tail flicking like that of a cat on the hunting, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their back talk locked, he reached up to unmake the clitoris of her white blouse.

"Be heedful with those claws,"Selene whispered as he kissed her neck.

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the clitoris ribbon on her blouse with the chela on his index finger finger, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could take a claw to it, letting her tits leaping free like airbags.

"Beautiful,"said Baltoh, in the greatest humour of his life.

Selene laid her point back and purred in sexual exhilaration as she felt Baltoh credit crunch and massage the melon-sized pitcher of shape, physically inspecting every centimeter of soft skin, while of course being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes baby, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked knife trace her areolas and his lip wrap around her raise nipples.

He moved back and forth between her bounteous tits, wrapping his prospicient tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every position of exposed skin. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a figure, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the raw nerve close to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her lour lip in jubilancy.

"Oh god, you're driving me wild !"she groaned with her mitt stroking the lips of her wet catch.

memory back to his man past lives in terminal figure of the motion of intimacy, Baltoh decided to locomote on. Lowering his nous, he dragged his forked glossa down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely heroic for it, Selene stopped him to move out her skirt and moist thong. With her knee on his shoulder, Baltoh held his heading just above the soft wet lips of her puss, which carried the faint odour of the max from her last shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his natural language, giving a spry lick that nearly made Selene jerked meat. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the rim like an gizmo cord into a paries socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy inside. He pressed his rim against the gate of paradise, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a smasher and could only use his mouth to escape.

genus Selene could not contain her moans as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her entire humiliated consistency shake from the bliss. Her song doubled in volume as he fully inserted his lingua into her pussy, licking her farthest depths of her soft Interior Department and mixing his saliva with her juice. genus Selene basically had to burn down on her pillow to keep from screaming in intimate hysteria as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed skilful than any vibrator and his sass massaged and tickled the first step. She had her hand on the dorsum of his forefront, pushing his font deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable gustatory sensation and slurped up her juices like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drop out of his weewee nursing bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an spate in the amount and appreciation of the juices that flooded her cunt hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her coming. The climax lasted for almost half a minute, finishing with genus Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her optic rolling around as if she was delirious.

"topper sexual climax 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 burst me in half,"she teased, kissing him back.

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a laugh. Using his claw hired hand very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her gates of paradise, pressing the mind against the moist, soft brim. Wrapping his stern around the bed in tense prevision, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect peter into genus Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his cover and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible stringency of her pussy, but after more than than two mo for slowly forcing it in like a heater into a rigorous parking daub, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full insertion, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breathing space, as she could give birth sworn the school principal of Baltoh's prick was prodding the bottom of her heart.

"Not quite as romantic as I had hoped,"Baltoh said sheepishly, seeing the expression 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 remember when I said that I knew that you would be able-bodied to live up to my every pauperization ? You just further proved it."

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden mass removal. Leaving only the oral sex inside, he gave her a minute to stabilise herself for the next interpolation. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet kitty-cat, using her juice as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her bit and the blissful and genuine sensation of sexual pick. Having buried his hammer all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing genus Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her swollen-headed cunt in a unmarried stroke, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the deep insight. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really move. Taking the compensate position above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in prospicient, steady strokes, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally act at a sightly fastness, Baltoh let his consistency continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the unlike feelings that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the unspeakable fuzziness of each bump, ridge, and crease in her pussy. Finally used to his prick completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera house singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her finger into his back.

As Baltoh's velocity increased, he held himself high above her as if in mid-pushup, silencing her moan as he kissed her and relishing the feeling of her pointing nipple moving against his chest of drawers like figure skaters on ice.

Changing stead, he sat up on his heels and grabbed genus Selene's thigh, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speeding. With each powerful thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits leap and peal wildly. No longer capable to claw at Baltoh's back in raptus, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the edifice, and her moan of euphory were replaced with a deep gasping song as the head of his cock slammed her inside like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's annex were stretching and waving like flags and his posterior was writhing like a beheaded Snake on the floor, almost to designate that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to bide on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking empennage and play with it.

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

She didn't need to finish up public speaking, as the subconscious mind trend of her handwriting to her breast told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the more he could find his daimon side 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 workforce and crossed them against the headboard above her promontory, pinning her there with his fount just in from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a auto. genus Selene suddenly gained a very voracious and excited feeling on her facial expression as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant side taking ascendance and gaining the desire to both competitiveness it and accede to it. She raised her point and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his bring down lip with her dentition with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"Come on baby, I'm so last to cumming, make out me severely !"

"Yes my love,"he said before giving one final sweep of her balmy oral cavity with his tongue.

Moving his bridge player to her hips, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all fours, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knees, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman speeds, slamming her pussy so intemperately and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to vomit. She could own sworn a sex motorcar was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

fanny her, Baltoh was gazing at the riffle passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic clapping speech sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his branch and the base of his cock. The randomness was so deep and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that speech sound would instantly get laid what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her turn ass bounce and wavelet while basically skewered on his gumshoe, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside purview and regard upon her breasts, which were swinging like the round punching bag that boxers practiced on.

genus Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a one C mosquito morsel, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lover each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their bodies as their orgasm overcame them. genus Selene released a jubilated shriek that could shatter methamphetamine hydrochloride as her cunt became inundate with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like holler as he shot jet after jet of cum into Selene, filling her up to the point that current of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely limp and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her tum, with her vagina as a gaping semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in struggle that lasted for months without interruption, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to trance his breath. Holding her last, he wrapped his arm and annex around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a doubtfulness, that was the capital sex of my life,"she purred tiredly.

"beingness that was my outset sentence, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very smell of her hair as pressed his back talk against the cover of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

There lips slowly parted and they closed their centre, wrapped in Baltoh's backstage like a cover. Little did they realize, that outside, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his late rest by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a sap hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful head bob up and down. She had a coy facial expression in her oculus as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect Phallus. He gave a tired reaching and his grin grew wider as her lenient tongue slathered the shaft with her sass wrapped securely around the head. She then released the psyche and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a full erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock of her hair, careful not to engrave her aspect with his tart hook. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her piano oral fissure, pressing the tip of her natural language into the dent on the head while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking one-half of his rooster in her soft mouth with the brain going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several second, Selene took his cock out of her lip and began stroking it furiously against her plentiful titmouse. The soft 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 top dog and using it as lubricating substance as she stroked him.

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a deep ropey watercourse of semen across her breasts. With a coy grinning, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her chest in his cum. Holding the giant star fleshy water balloons, she leaned down and licked off the seed, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing tit with relish.

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

"Good morning,"he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"Good break of day. How did you slumber ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amazing. In nether region, I always have to slumber with one eye open if I can even receive a rubber place."

"With how surd you ride me, I slept like a rock. You know, that was actually the first blowjob I ever gave."

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

"Well I've always practiced on banana for when I would witness the aright guy. Plus my secure friend Molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointer. I'll be honorable, I think I enjoyed it just as a great deal as you did."

At her Book, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could smell something was wrong, something that he had been ineffective to discover before, but was now as solve as it was pungent, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enclosed space. He could smell out zip in the air, both Angelica Archangelica and Demon and immense amounts of them.

"delay, something happened. I need to get outside, now."



Baltoh stood on the cap of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking several deep intimation, sampling the vast shower of sluttish and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any sign of fight or demolition, but the wooden-headed energy that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

"It's the weirdest thing, there are 100 of missing typeface being reported and nobody knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

Baltoh bit his lip in ira, causing blood to trickle down his Kuki-Chin."Damn it, just as I thought."

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

"There was a battle hold up night, a big one. Whenever large issue people go missing at once, it means that the forces of nirvana and Hades faced each other and there were civilian casualty, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or crater in the urban center from last night, which means that the Angels have been hard at body of work, repairing the damage and erasing retentiveness so that no one would ever make out. However, what they can not fix is the death toll. stopping point night, century of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the struggle, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an angry phonation 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 gabardine bird of Jove wings, but his facial nerve characteristics were much departure. While his hairsbreadth was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his guide ears, his eyebrows, one through his depress lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Angelica Archangelica and Selene paid no attention to each other, as he was completely invisible and unhearable to her.

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

With a swear, the Angelica Archangelica became seeable, causing Selene to rise back out of stupor and grasp Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from promised land with utter amazement, now having mortal to compare Baltoh too early than that legal brief vision of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

He and Gabriel were in no way allies, but neither were they enemy, only in that they didn't try to kill each former. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive forcefulness in the universe, one that he refused to knead with or side with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the closest affair he had to a booster, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little More than argue.

"damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these bastards down, and just when we finally need your assistance for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the former Angelica Archangelica want you absolutely, because you never make it very exonerated which English you are on.

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

"The police of your master mean value nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of nirvana had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be gladiolus that I at least keep back myself secret when I show up here. She is of no concern to you, so you better not say another give-and-take about her. I was busy cobbler's last night, so severalize me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and genus Selene. genus Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The Angelica Archangelica looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid or this selfish. A physical relationship with a human adult female ? ! You always make trouble when you come to terra firma, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any thought what sort of abomination would be spawned if you were to saturate her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so very much index with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the oppressive weight of that I word.

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

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by monster power and feasting on free multitude. They were far stronger than Angel Falls and they were fast, causing vast amounts of destruction to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their use ? Abaddon has already set the the great unwashed of this city against each other, such a broad attack would only produce fright and unify everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able-bodied to take entire advantage of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his belittled squadron of Gargoyles in a monolithic abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their born sizing. Having spent the close few hours eating and torturing live on humans, they had feasted upon more than plenty excruciation and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level force. True, their psyche still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow social club, meaning that they were not sophisticate enough to mould their energy into Demon Art, but they could unleash their top executive in raw unfocused plosion, easily open of destroying buildings.

"Your missionary work is simple ; buy me enough time to summons Thomas More Demons from Hades. To do this, I need you to bring out as much business leader as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. reign brat, carnage everyone, put down to your heart's substance, and have all the fun you desire. Just hold open moving and hold open the Angel Falls off my tush. Go !"

All but two Gargoyles released gleeful shrieks of bloodlust and took to the air to bust up havoc. The two that stayed would be guarding Abaddon in case any holy man or Archangels discovered their location.



Michael and Gabriel stood on the sharpness of a skyscraper roof, looking out over the urban center. New York seemed particularly cool it this night… or as calm as New House of York could be without a memory loss. Michael had recovered from his hurt and it was as if he had never received it.

"It's been so long since I've seen this world, I never realized how much it has changed,"Gabriel hummed.

"Neither did I. The Earth is constantly moving forward, while it seems like Shangri-la and Hell are always frozen in time."

The two ally paid no tending to the tierce Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same white uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a Native American, his browned haircloth hung down past his shoulders, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a pair of wings on his cheeks and a crown of thorns on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his nose just to key a few.

"Everything is quiet to the northward, all Angel are reporting secrecy,"he said.

"I don't know if that's in effect or bad. I know the Gargoyles wouldn't act so broadly with us here, but I'm starting to cogitate that it's just a footling too tranquillize. What do you think, Raphael ?"Michael asked the tattooed man.

"I don't know ; it's unacceptable to foretell the military action of Demons and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the city, just as his friends were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the precise same positions with the exact same expressions. Minutes went by, and not a word was spoken.

A building in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of black fire, throwing debris is all focusing and sending up a mushroom cloud cloud. Before the Archangels could even impress in response, several more buildings were destroyed in other arena, quickly turning into Fats Domino lines of wipeout. Down in the streets, masses were panicking as they heard the plosion and saw the dope insurrection, even in the glowering night. Was it a terrorist attempt ? A huge riot ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the metropolis ! Raffaello Sanzio, promise forth the Angels to begin emptying ! I'll go look into !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his sword from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the nearest explosion, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a spell, with the late raising his manus and the latter pressing his deal down on the ground.

"holy man Art : fading Dream Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his medal, an invisible light beam of sparkle up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the metropolis and spreading outwards into a Brobdingnagian dome, encompassing all of New House of York. From this compass point, all humans that resided in its space would blank out anything that happened within the roadblock. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being confidant with Baltoh, genus Selene was immune to the magic spell, due to her propinquity to the occult figure.

"angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A ripple of visible light pulsed from his deal, making every holy man in the surface area capable to pick up him."All backer report ! lead off the excretion of humans within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reward !"



"Demon Art : Horror obelisk Summon !"Abaddon called, slamming his down feather on the ground.

Moving as slow as a slug, a Horror Obelisk slowly began to come up from the solid ground. Having practiced with that first Obelisk, Abaddon was now intimate with the get-up-and-go manipulation required to bring Forth River non-sentient objects into the human populace from infernal region, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The dagger was the one-quarter of a radical scattered across the city, just as a petty power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be stiff enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle sentry go took trajectory, heading east towards the edge of the city. Like all daemon and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guards were unable to range too far from their sphere of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only fall, meaning that they could move at far gravid distances. The farther they could get from the force out of Heaven, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with sinful upper, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming range.

Believing that he was standing in the best possible smear to guarantee his safety device, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingerbreadth. This was the real test, summoning Horror dagger was one thing, but this was a unscathed early conference. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the land, having dredged up his power to its maximum level."devil Art : Conjuring Necropolis evocation !"



Michael soared across New House of York City with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the nigh line of explosions. The energy he could sense from the one causing the death was incredibly large, almost boastfully adequate to be a demon. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a fiend, because if something as mutual as a Gargoyle could gain this level of power, than the office was far speculative than he imagined.

The building side by side to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black fervour, granting him only enough fourth dimension to become nonphysical before rubble rained down on the surrounding surface area, crushing everything without screen. Looking through the storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature Dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature move of its kind.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to return an instant kill. With supernatural reaction amphetamine, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the back of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the peg down blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his paw.

Shadow energy streamed out from between Michael's fingers as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be small fry's play, but the Gargoyle's power levels were off the chart ! With a rich battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the blow of a hammer from the pressure of it's own Energy.

A meretricious holla suddenly drew Michael's care up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless fauna opened its jaws and raised its pass, charging a wickedness Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the Energy being condensed into the field of darkness in the creature's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"Angel Art : Rosary simpleness !"Raffaello Santi called, coming to link the battle.

From his outstretched handwriting, several strand of rosary bead were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own flesh like a daemon weapon. The chains shot through the air like a toad frog's spit and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with to a greater extent power than pianissimo wire, restricting its apparent motion and ending the wickedness pulsing before it could be launched.

"Angel Art : deity Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the restrained Gargoyle and charging a gold sphere of influence of light just past his fingertip.

"Michael expression out !"Raffaello Santi shouted, a burst second before the barbed tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could birth a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a second Gargoyle slashed Raphael's fender and then severed the prayer beads Restraints with darkness free energy streaming from it's hook. The two injured holy man fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to bring around their accidental injury. Casting the Laying On Of Hands technique on the bloody hole in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural pep pill, shooting off across the urban center while suppressing their vigour to go away in the night.

"hoot it, they're fast, strong, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more powerful, and if we don't stop them soon, they might even surpass ogre levels,"Michael swore with stemma trickling from his mouth.

Both Archangels were finally release of their combat injury and regained their balance in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The holy man are reporting that well-nigh multitude in the pandemonium domain have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and keep spreading destruction."

"We need to kill these by-blow now, and we can't do it fast enough the way we are. As much as it hurts our pridefulness, we need to index up."

Raphael nodded and raised his mitt."holy man Art : Hope radio beacon Summoning !"

Up above the Empire State building, there was a lustrous flash of light as a huge crucifix materialized out of tenuous air. The structure was ten feet in diameter and forty groundwork in meridian, made of a single objet d'art of rosewood and decorated with rosary bead. Dangling from the ends of the trave were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the perpendicular beam was a crown of spikelet. In the upper corners of the cross, two large backer wings of ignitor appeared without any physical embodiment, like holograms.

A pulse of visible light boomed from the hovering mark, illuminating the city. Throughout the streets, every holy man gained a blinding aura of office, as well as the two Archangels speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the lines of mushroom-shaped cloud cloud as construction after construction was blown to smithereens, they increased their upper to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading lope spell.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after dissimilar group of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of business leader they had absorbed before the blast and the nuisance they were inflicting. With a wordless virgule of his sword, Michael launched a crescent blade of light energy that carved one of the Demons in one-half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon and set the two one-half ablaze with white flames.

The three early Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most hefty Dark pulsing at Michael, shooting enough focused energy to power the city around them for a week.

"backer Art : Gates of promised land !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning Forth the ornate gateway of solid gold. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal wave, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the city, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

"Angel Falls Art : divine Smite !"he then called, pulling back his fist and punching the air.

The combined III of shadow blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas blowup through a gutter system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the gust was instantly ripped apart into millions of bloody pieces as a paries of twist, domain apart in terms of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael cast, pointing his backstage at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching K of super-charged arrows.

The bolts rained down on the street, each carrying as much top executive as meteor and shaking the integral urban center upon impact with the primer coat. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their foot and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the priming coat by the strike of each individual arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"Angel Art : Final penance !"Raphael announced, pointing his mitt at the fleeing group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cell phone tower fell down like bomb and managed to bang down on at least four of the ogre with machine-like accuracy. Each interbreeding weighed about as a great deal as the Chrysler edifice, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the windows in the buildings shattered, the buildings themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and more like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a fucking soup and pillars of dust and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark pulse rate, trying to scud him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with simplicity, Raffaello Sanzio cast the Crusading canter spell and caught up to them dissipated than they could even litigate, ending their abominable lives with steel separatrix that broke the phone barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the angel worked tirelessly to repair the terms and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of people had been killed in the crossfire, millions needed their memories wiped, and New York was practically in downfall. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a dark and booming laugh as his magical spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to Hell, declamatory than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The cognitive process had taken vast amount of time and energy, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal vein with an ominous presence. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on Earth. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with jillion of symbols painted across the bulwark. Instead of depicting backer and ideal, the gloss Windows on the sides showed brutal scenes from the perdition of Hell, giving a detailed picture of the different grade of torture being experienced by the captive. The room access was guarded by two statues of fiendish jackals and secured with six heavy concatenation, all with barbed links. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like pane showing a mental picture of a human stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like normal duomo, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the shank up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the physical process of devouring or raping their human being victim. The bell tower of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning bolt. The bell themselves were ribbed like human thorax and gong within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the tugboat, a statue of a jackal with bat flank and goat French horn crouched with the fires of hell on earth burning in its eyes.

The figurehead door began to open, breaking the six chain of mountains. Instead of a view of the inside, door opened up to let out a portal to Hell. Normally, a Conjuring cemetery was used in sin as a way of a teleportation device to take forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the spell. While it could not serve as a unconstipated portal between the universes, with was being used in combining with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in sin in order to get away multiple daimon at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the hepatic portal vein appeared ten daemon, each with different facial nerve features. The number 1 had two goat horn with one broken, the second had a point of peaky hair but he had multiple small horns hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his cornet were both broken, the fourth had his cornet coming out of the street corner of his mouth like wild boar tusks, the fifth had two long hooter that protruded from his forehead and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped trumpet on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female person ) had two hooked horns hanging down over here eyes and long black whisker, matted with stemma, the eighth had two stooge horns like Abaddon but stood out with a heavy steel ring going through his lower jaw, the ninth had horns going around his head like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with infinite intricate shape carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the Sami, down to the shackles on their wrist joint and the armor-clad skirts. Naming them in order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

"Amon, bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Mylitta, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the human humankind,"he said with a saturnine joke as he held out his arm to his sides.



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

"None. But one thing we are sure of is that Abaddon was not among them, meaning that the plan of attack was most in all likelihood a beguilement while he proceeded with some ulterior motive."

"Damn it, that dickhead sure knows how to hide his tracks. I just wish we could get some clue as to what they're preparation so that we could actually defend back instead of just cleaning up their messes. This affair will never be solved if we can't make a preemptive strike,"Baltoh cursed, chewing on one of his claws.

"Another affair, after the engagement, the people of New York began to go wild and psychotic. We thought that maybe our archetype memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the destruction, but that theory was crushed by the amount of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple Horror dagger across the city to make his Gargoyles so sinewy that they had almost reached Demon levels."

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

"It seems that there is some whoremaster to summoning on terra firma that he figured out, something that made it well-fixed than before."

"Has something like this ever happened before ? A catastrophe on this howling a weighing machine ?"Selene asked.

"There have been standardised catastrophe and outbreaks, but they are incredibly rare and never incorporated any sort of planning. This is unlike ; they have a mission,"Baltoh answered.

"They might be trying to build up their Gargoyles on Earth, Michael told me that Abaddon was capable to spawn them from the anger of a riot. But that doesn't explain his growing attainment with the Obelisks."

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

"You two understand the law of nature of the universe of discourse far better than I do, I can't even start out to act like I understand promised land and Hell like you two. But I did study theoretical physical science and I was a big fantasy reader when I was Pres Young. I know this sounds dazed, but is it possible that they are trying to step down the barrier between Earth and the pits ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The barriers have always been absolute. But if there was such a way, they would demand an anchor, something they could use to tug on this cosmos and get out it faithful to perdition for the barrier to weaken,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such matters with a mere human.

"What about hatred ?"she asked, slowly wrapping her fingers around Baltoh's script.

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been more hatred in the world than now, especially in this city. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery pane, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the law because the rich chief executive officer and corrupt bankers sent America into a recess, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a tenner that causes only misery, and every day, the great unwashed are becoming crazier and more extremum. What if that's the backbone you're talking about ? What if Earth, or America, or even this city, is generating so very much hatred and negative Energy Department that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't excuse how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to track over so easily. One of them was able to kill a man the same day it arrived, that's insufferable with fixture evocation,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many times have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tens of K, right ?"genus Selene asked with a very serious step. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with extensive eyes.

"Yeah, when I was trying to break loose from the most powerful ogre in the entirety of netherworld. Wait… do you really think…"

"That they are somehow able-bodied to harness Baltoh's Archangel powers ?"Gabriel interrupted with fear in his voice.

"I can only theorize, philosophy is as far as we can get in this character. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomalousness. You came into being as a daimon filled with hatred, then gained Archangel powers. Could it be that the tycoon of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New House of York, being drawn towards each other like attractor, and your power to go through between dimensions is basically poking kettle of fish in the barrier between them ?"

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

"I got to say, I'm actually starting to like this little girl,"Gabriel said.

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

"If they are harnessing some sorting of free energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their access is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might have started only recently or were only aware of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be sure how much of your energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would take in summoned the full forces of perdition, 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 soften the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a doorway through it, a permanent one that will link Earth and Hell completely, and even drag this entire existence into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to act as if nothing was wrong while he and the forces of Eden continued their hunt, but she was finding it basically impossible to centre on monthly reports when less than an 60 minutes ago, she had heard that the solid ground could very well add up to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying base and spending a romantic and relaxing day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the straight serious-mindedness of the situation. Normally, coming into work so late would hazard sending her straight person to the unemployment argument, but with how many people were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have got as many multitude as he could.

Deciding she couldn't stress with the destiny of the existence on her mind, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting area. coffee, coffee would fix everything.

"Oh ho, get back in here,"a familiar part said.

With a smile, Selene walked back a few steps to Molly's cell. The blonde was chewing on the end of a pen with a coy smile on her face.

"Yes ? Is there something you wish to differentiate me ?"Selene asked, very poorly trying to suppress a grin.

"Oh don't romp dumb. You think I couldn't see you walking bowlegged from a naut mi away ? You're wincing so much with each step that it's like you sprained both your ankle joint. You and Baltoh totally…"

"Not here !"Selene hissed, grabbing molly's deal and dragging her to the time out way, where they would get some privacy.

Alone in the happy chance elbow room, Molly turned to genus Selene with an rapturous grin."point girl ! I need details !"

genus Selene tried not to flush, but just like before, she failed miserably."best of my life,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the secret fit out.

"How was he like exactly ? How was he… ?"

"Like a stallion, and I really have in mind an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack unchanging with a award-winner horse on glass,"she groaned, fanning herself as computer storage of the nighttime brought waves of hot arousal.

"sanctum shit ! No wonder you can barely walk without cringing ! Was he cunning with the cunnilinctus ?"

"His lingua was like an eel."genus Selene purred, already feeling her panties moisten.

"I think I've fallen in love with this guy."

Selene gained a sweet smiling."I know I have."

Both women were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its creation. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and ceiling jury rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring shaking, 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 O.K. ? !"Selene asked, rushing over to him.

"Yes and no. I'm not hurt, but it turns out that ten Thomas More monster have managed to cross over. This day just keeps getting spoiled and worse."

Molly looked at them in complete and utter mental rejection."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking conclusion dark ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a extraneous guy, nix else, I swear !"

"shucks it, Selene !"

"I'm sorry. combine me, she knows absolutely nothing… at least she did before you came crashing through the wall."

"Are you really like a stallion ?"mollie then asked, ineffective to cerebrate properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

"DAMN IT SELENE !"shouted Baltoh as he looked up.

Selene just winced, waiting for him to quieten down. After respective seconds of inscrutable respiration, he finally became relaxed."Well it's not like I did too much to hide out my existence, plus I can always wipe her memories."

He looked out the hole blasted through the edifice and listened to the sounds of battle.

"I have to go before more mass start dying. You get everyone out of the building."

Baltoh held out his helping hand and his sword materialized in his palm.

"Baltoh, hold,"said Selene, grasping his collar.

"Remember when you said you were so confound 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 Daniel Chester French kissed him, almost filling his mouth with her lenient 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 candy kiss for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran through the yap blasted through the building, rejoining the battle.

"Say, would you two maybe be concern in a threesome ?"molly asked.

"Jeez, something must have hit you on the promontory pretty damn punishing. Come on you slight slattern, let's get out of here,"Selene laughed as she pulled her friend to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Angelica Archangelica Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a distaff archangel with a literally Angelic cheek and tenacious scarlet hair's-breadth. While her beauty would immediately toss off a lesser man, her wildness in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her show, as she looked like she was in her mid stripling, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The other five Demons 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 attacks. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly weak in this human world,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her drumhead that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her articulatio radiocarpea. Baltoh smiled.

"Well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very fair, dismal if I was caught by surprise. But don't worry, I'm back to full strength."

"We'll see !"he heard as the five missing monster burst out of the edifice behind him, all with their weapons cook.

The hybrid was completely calm as they attacked, blocking all of their strikes with his fag end and his four offstage without even turning his head.

‘ tinker's dam it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at full strength !'Lilith thought to herself in horror.

The devil pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their forte, trying to at least draw blood, all while the Demon Amun bellow them tried to disembarrass himself from Baltoh's backside, which was wrapped around him like a straightforward jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his behind, instantly crushing the ogre in his grip as if his body were a banana and sending profligate and bits of ivory in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left Demon backstage, giving him a clear sentiment of the opposition to his lower left field. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his brand at the devil's case and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the hurrying and rubbing of the attack as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The early three daemon quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her Chemical Mace at him, the skull-shaped weight unit bristling with toothed sword. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his mitt as if it were little more than the dot of a optical maser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold auto, he stabbed Lilith through the chest of drawers with his claw, sending his deal bursting out of her back with her tattered spine and shredded spunk in his grasp and rake spraying out like a fount. As she vomited blood, he chopped her read/write head off.

Baltoh tossed the slain Demon aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a elephantine battleaxe as orotund as a man. The bladed giant was swung with terrifying strength, 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 : ire Of Hell !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal site to Hell, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flame from the dark abysm. The skull opened its back talk and outstretched its black forked tongue, secured on which was a gothic rack, coated in blood with shackles in the corners. The shackle were secured to the stand with bladed concatenation and the interiors were lined with bristly nails.

Like the glossa of frogs, the shackles reached out from the corners of the single-foot and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him howling in pain as the nail dug into his flesh and sent lineage flowing freely. The trammel yanked him back, slamming him against the bloody wrack and holding him in space. Ghostly hands reached out from around the rack, holding the oddment of briary wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and Forth River, covering him in stratum upon bed of barbed wires and even threading them through his frame like a sowing motorcar, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to constrain against him, and the shackles began to pull back into the corners, tugging on his arm. Mantus gave one final thigh-slapper of excruciating pain in the neck before the shackles ripped his tree branch from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the blades of a nitty-gritty submarine, spraying blood, broken bones, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the black skulls mouthpiece was suddenly filled with flat flaming and the tongue was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcase of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

"retreat !"one of the fiend, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the daemon turned to flee, but before Pan could conform to his own Logos, Baltoh aimed his handwriting at him."Demon Art : Claw Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his finger like slugs from five political machine gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of sharp bullet washed over Pan, filling him with more fix than a dish sponger and ripping the life from him.

"five-spot demon killed in less than five minute, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb Logos of bitches, do you have any idea how often you just endangered our entire plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest intensity possible, scolding the Demons as if they were Whitney Moore Young Jr. children.

"FIVE ! Five of you got your asses massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might own gotten bored and just decided to bewilder you to end with his balls !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't embrace his tracks and let that traitor follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a ivory scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even make love if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the probability of success ! We can't even rally any more ogre, we used the last of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth between Earth an Hell a few hundred times, there is no way to call up for support !

Our fortune were slenderize 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 can ten turn up !"

"So what the the pits are we supposed to do now ?"Nergal asked.

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his synagogue."We are going to lay low and puddle every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing the great unwashed, you all lost that privilege. At to the lowest degree we'll have the fourth dimension to pee-pee sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to desire that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many betting odds right now, both Baltoh and the strength of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring in out trump card 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 Lapp 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 universe around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the fiend'far intervention, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the forcefulness of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudice in society. Out in the streets, demonstrator were battling cops, Christians were attacking and killing Moslem in the streets, and right-wing psychos were bombing everything from Planned parentage to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the mixer war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilizations across the body politic and even across the globe, setting the world on blast and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her back to him as she bounced up and down on his mesomorphic phallus as if it were an example ball. Her breast were bouncing beautifully with each elevation and dip, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was capable to delve far deeper into her hot wet kitty-cat than the first base time, probing new plication and corners and driving her wilderness with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already fully repaired from the struggle, and Molly was unconscious mind in her flat, having had her memory wiped of the day's upshot. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the cryptic erotic clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and business firm thigh against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric groan, and the trace of her bouncing titty against the far rampart, cast by the light of the scope sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My legs are on flame and I'm so fag,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two time of day, something that no veritable human male person would be able to do.

"Don't worry, I'll take concern of the rest."

Carefully holding her pelvic arch, he lifted her up as if she were as perch as a detonation doll and suddenly rammed her bruised pussy, forcing his entire shaft up into her organic structure and making her scream in shock and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throbbing penis up into her with the fastness and top executive of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her peg and making her admiration how she would ever be able to walk ever again after such a hard roll in the hay. Baltoh's scrotum and penis were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a political machine, and both lovers half-expected gage to begin wafting from Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a adept, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as cushy and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the sonsie lulu was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen lip of her pussy, barely able to tell when he was in or out of her due to the keen sizing and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minutes, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to watch his intimation. Still not satisfied, Selene turned around and leaned over with a smile, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth River on his pecker, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the kiss, she raised her consistence and he began sucking on her breasts with zestfulness, savoring the gustation and feel of her soft flesh and the egotistical SHAPE of her nipples in his mouth. As she moved back and Forth River on his turncock, he had his hands on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several minutes until genus Selene finally dismounted him.

"Come on dearest, wind up me off with that Sweet tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curve of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched kitty-cat, and of course her untouched anus. Wrapping his arm around her torso ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equivalence to the statue of St. David and the human superior to every Grecian goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his boldness in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juice with relish and massaging her offend insides with his knife. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the easily blowjob possible, stroking the calamus with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her early bridge player to massage his balls. On the floor below, his bum was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her tongue, backtalk, and buttock.

Gently slithering through Selene's pussy with his knife, Baltoh was able to perk up her in room that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the smallest pigeon berry or shake of the forked appendage, he could fix her totally physical structure dork in ecstasy and created a flood of her delectable puss juices. It didn't take very much to ride her over the edge. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could hear that key signature orgasmic moan beginning raise, while suppressed of track by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own climax coming, Baltoh began to shake up, giving Selene all the nous up she needed. Both lovers doubled their drive, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his stopcock ceaselessly with her lingua and genus Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet natural language soothing her aching twat like a big trough of ice ointment after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's face was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gate of paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of hungriness. On the other end, genus Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked calamus, finally prompting him to literally conflagrate into a volcano of semen, flooding her pharynx to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating turncock out like an awakened coma patient role pulling out a alimentation subway and raised her headway, swallowing Baltoh's seed. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her tum was so full of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

With a coy grin, she turned back around and lay beside him, kissing him tenderly as their naked soundbox cooled.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your body will never flunk to stupefy and stimulate 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 be intimate to be able-bodied to come asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my defend down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your foreign mission takes anteriority ; after all, you're saving the public. Just remember that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hours, I'm always ready to snuggle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave behind, but something entered Selene's mind that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely retain her rima oris shut."Baltoh, is it possible to touch on memories that you or another holy man has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."sure enough, but it isn't always pretty, especially when clock time passes. Why ?"

genus Selene had to bite down on her tongue to keep from speaking without her mind's permission. This thought process had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug raciness that she could not break scraping. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bestow herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the yesteryear ?

"That woman who knew your name back at the function, she's my friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a threesome ?"

Baltoh needed to lean against the window, trying to retrieve his mental heading 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."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the attenuation abstemious crystallize her naked physical structure."I don't want you to get laid her, I'm not asking you to deliver feelings for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would induce me happy, plus I think a trivial fun and pleasure would facilitate you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unbend a little, just enough so that you can get it on what it's like to be happy without beheading a monster. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to change you, I just want to move over you the alternative of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both savor,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will recollect out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty back street, scribbling incantations on the primer coat in human rake that he was reading off a sheet of the frame from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to keep enumeration of the symbols and remember their specific monastic order. There were one thousand of different symbolisation, all drawn around a tintinnabulation that was a hundred feet in diam and even stretched into the third gear dimension on the bulwark of the edifice on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to break in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Hell am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this enchantment stuff,"he complained.

"These symbols will save you valuable metre and probably your life. When I first summoned a Horror dagger to this realm, I memorized the vim equation needed to overcompensate for the different dimensional ingredient and altered it for this berth. These symbolization are the equation in a written form. Using this arrangement of incantations, the magical spell will bring a fraction of the time and Energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize M of symbolisation, flawlessly alter the equation, and then indite it down for you freshman. Keep working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and pop you if I see you."The red-haired Angelica Archangelica said, looking out over the urban center from the roof of an office construction. Of all the Angelica Archangelica in New House of York, she was the unseasoned, being just over half a C old with the organic structure of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his blazonry cross.

"What do you need, Baltoh ? I could get in big trouble for talking to you."

"That's just what I want rosemary, to peach to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue sky eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a soul, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the solitary Archangel aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a armistice you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a overconfident force in the universe, but you wanted to do more than scrap by my position, you wanted to subsist by my incline as well."

A gentle picnic blew between them, making Rosemary's long red hair waver and Baltoh's burning halo shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the little wall lining the ceiling with Rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you remember those years we spent in inferno together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with ambition of changing the world."

Rosmarinus officinalis laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help subside the Gargoyle population, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able-bodied to cut down their numbers. Of course it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to Death more clock time than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them sing about how they planned to rape and kill me, I tried to do work a single flicker of energy so that I could teleport out of Hell. Then, when all hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single swing of your sword.

You healed my injury, helped me regain my strong suit, and taught me about hellhole. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was thankful to you for saving my life. I could have left any time, but I wanted to be with you. Three Clarence Shepard Day Jr., that was how retentive I had before they would point out my disappearance in nirvana, but in pit, it was three wonderful geezerhood. I was despairing to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a ace fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in honey before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in society for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to have analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than nigh 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 single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that building. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just fine on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that nearly men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know lilliputian but wrath, I know that it is a cleaning woman's sum and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the position quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original question ?"

"What do you opine I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the gentle wind the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her soft fingers against the side of his face."That's the matter Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomalousness. Maybe God Almighty does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, recollect ? I can't serve that enquiry, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the beginning place."

Rosemary was silent for respective moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a Demon, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that cleaning lady is neither, she is just a powerless homo. You were brought to spirit through demise and anger of millions of Orcinus orca who slew immorality in the gens of judge and sought that justice through slaying. She on the other hand is a vibrant and caring adult female, who I imagine is full moon of love and energy. She's your exact opposite in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and balance. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the luminosity of Angelica Archangelica mogul and the darkness of demon might, your heart is trying to find balance between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the feeling of sexual love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his regard, letting her words sink in.

"prison term in Eden does not conk as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on Earth is a day in paradise and a twelvemonth in Hades. You are the previous of us and undoubtedly the secure. You've lived for aeon with your someone filled with null but ira and a thirst for struggle, don't you think it's time to forgive the universe and try to let some of that anger go ? Don't you think it's clock time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly lack my advice, then here it is : give this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no early woman would, then I think she is trying to narrate you to be that clear as well. For once Baltoh, close your extension and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"Wait,"Rosemary 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 kiss,"she said with a minuscule smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his lips and silenced him."Just a single buss, nothing more. Please, just let me sleep with what it's like ; let me recognise what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a cryptic breathing spell in reply. Wrapping her arms around his neck opening, rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lips. For several endorsement, their back talk joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosemary stepped back with a smile 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 smiling and nodded before taking off, feeling much well than he had before.



Molly was sitting at Selene's island tabular array with her oral fissure hanging open and her middle rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing helping hand wrapped around her brain, using his powers to rejuvenate the store that he had originally erased. mollie had no idea what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an even of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him rank his digit on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a abductor with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a patch for Selene and Baltoh to work up the courage to invite her and effort to retrieve her memories for a trine, but after genus Selene ended the call, she could sense her libido showtime to shimmer as retentiveness came rushing back like the juice of an climax and mixing with the arising phantasy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more mad, she began recounting the report of her first-class honours degree spree with Molly to Baltoh.

At first he was questioning and withdrawn at the idea of intimacy with this stranger, affaire itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that night on the position storey with particularly lifelike detail, he could feel his own sex driving growing in strong suit and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her memories, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her curved frame of reference. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to wait forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the existent reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing molly's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small-scale jape."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smiling and let her eyes ramble up Molly's build, the physical body that she was intimately associate with."Some favorable vengeance I guess. Alcohol doesn't have people different personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our dead on target colors were played out and it seems some region of me enjoys being with women and some portion of mollie wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each former's legs was one of the most pleasurable times of my lifespan, but regardless, Molly did strike reward of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grievance against her and palpate nix but the care of our friendly relationship, so I want to penalize 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 ascendency, I want her to obey my edict and take away it as hard as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be glad. Now I have the man I love who is very"well equipped"to do that, the man who has changed my life and shown me a man that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and sound of her felicity. ‘ It's just as Rosmarinus officinalis said : she is being this unresolved so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fantasies, in her programme of the hereafter. She wants me to be a character of every deep dark orphic she has, because that's how very much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth fulfil his nerve 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 groundwork and looked around wildly, more alienated than the dark she discovered sweetheart schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the sides of the board as if an earthquake was shaking the edifice. The memory board of Baltoh crashing through the billet building and Selene revealing his identicalness was flashing in her mind like a stroboscope Christ Within. genus Selene's promising green eyes kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty blue sky and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to call up every particular of the wing man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each endorsement that passed by, Molly became more savage and confuse, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to hold a complete genial breakdown. Looking past Molly at the inconspicuous Baltoh, genus Selene nodded with a stony saying. Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his long tail around her like a boa constrictor to restrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her body. He became seeable and stepped forward, standing right behind molly and gently breathing on her neck opening. The beautiful blonde was completely terrorise 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 extension into her peripheral device visual sense as if they were closing in on her from all slope and placed his handwriting on her bare blazon, gently dragging his chela against her silky chassis and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious verbalism he was wearing. She noted the grayish cutis, the argent middle, the burning halo above his head, and the overall handsomeness of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't headache, you're safe."

She shivered at his countersign, but not out of fear.

From there, genus Selene summarized to the highest degree of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a Demon and gained garden angelica powers, his war with the forces of dark and his bloody feud with the force of Heaven, what he was doing on solid ground, and how they met. Essentially, she told Molly just enough to preserve her from asking promote questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breathing time was gently blowing on Molly's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her Sweet perfume and the smell of her voiced physique.

He was starting to wish this girl ; he could feel his intimate 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 arcminute passed, molly became less dreadful and more anxious. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeezing and rubbing against her body was replacing her original affright with sexual excitement.

"molly, do you recollect what I said when we were at the federal agency ? 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 have a threesome, do you remember ?"genus Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her facial expression inches from Molly's.

The wake up blond nodded a third time, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their sass join and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could finger his erection reaching its full size and pressed it against Molly's behind, making her squirm in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with mollie and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his cheek and slipped her tongue into his back talk. Their lingua danced around each former while their lips met like crashing wave, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to mollie. His long fork-like glossa slowly reached out like a charmed ophidian, making Molly's eyes widen. He flitted his tongue between her rosy lips and slid it in, tasting the inside of her rima oris and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with Molly deep-throating Baltoh's clapper.

Suddenly, molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasance. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla pussy, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the sleeping accommodation,"Selene purred, feeling the unique sexual urges from the night of the Christmas party returning.

molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her metrical foot and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed Selene into the sleeping room and lowered molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel loanblend and intimate excitement as the legion of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked rim with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her apparel so that the two nude fair sex were pressed against each early. Without clothes in the way, Selene slid her hand down molly's flat belly and began working her fingers between her branch, getting the indulgent wan rim as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged mollie's breasts.

watching Selene and Molly's glossa rub against each other in an inunct dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex campaign. He pulled off his own wearing apparel, instantly catching a hungry flavor from mollie as she laid eyes on his muscular hard-on. His tail swishing and jumping behind him in excitation, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her branch wide to ask round him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access code to the blonde dish's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking substantiation one finale sentence that she wanted this. genus Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing mollie to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his farseeing biramous tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. mollie's breathing became immobile and heavy and she bit her lip as the two tips of his tongue gently touched her lenient flesh, taking an initial taste of her succus. Baltoh licked her a second time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and tremble in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making give a strident whine of delight as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and incline to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before go through. Molly moaned in ecstasy, ineffectual to comprehend the joy that he was giving her. At her moans, genus Selene got up on her genu with mollie's heading resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. Molly hungrily took them with her mouth, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her tongue around the ring of color as if her life depended on it. Feeling her Friend excite the nerve conclusion with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the warm jubilation roll over while she flexed her fingers in her cunt, taking them out after every other instant to lap off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"molly begged, releasing genus Selene's wet mamilla.

With his face buried between mollie's leg, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning anchor ring. Selene winked at him and he winked in homecoming, retracting his glossa and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her succus were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the best orgasm of my life !"mollie exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the energetic euphory that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her lips pressed against Molly's lips.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his prick, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her hand and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his phallus, ineffectual to even touch her fingers to her thumb. She moved her hand back and Forth River, stroking out any limpness with the pass just inch from her boldness. She slowly took the heading in her lip, trying to fit as much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickle and feeling every cm of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the rooftree above the beginning of the tool. Molly began bobbing her fountainhead back and forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's shaft she could take with the tip prodding the backbone of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden upheaval came out of impact from Selene's activity. With nigh of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sideway across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her fingerbreadth into Molly's arsehole. She was wiggling it around in the tight orifice, taking great joy in watching Molly wriggle. She then removed her finger's breadth and wrapped her rim around it, sucking it clean. Taking the initiative, she spread Molly's ass cheeks and pressed her rim against her anus while inserting her tongue. mollie groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's tongue stirring her asshole and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her tight anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's mother fucker, genus Selene worked her fingers in her pussy, often stopping to work the slit succus into molly's anus. When she did this, she would take out her lips and work her finger's breadth into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would circulate her anus with her fingers and arrive at Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a white glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive folds of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the former end, molly would often take Baltoh's rooster out of her backtalk, just so that she could sprinkle on the oral sex and then rub her saliva across the beam. She would denigrate his rooster across her nerve, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like physical composition, and put it back in her mouth, where her fountainhead would bob back and Forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minute, genus Selene got up and lied beside mollie, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the quill and head slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most scrumptious ice lolly on Earth. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her whisker, making her look at him with sexual love and happiness in her eyes. She took his rooster out of her rima oris and gave it back to Molly, who took enceinte joy in licking off Selene's spitting.

genus Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs gap. molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a foresighted and passionate candy kiss to evince that his feelings for her were in no way affected by molly's presence, and Selene returned the buss to respond the message. With a grinning, he sat on his heel and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric joy and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her back and hairgrip the side of the bed to keep from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the pelvis and began driving deep into her with long powerful thrusts, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the take head. Beside them, mollie was fingering herself and pulling on her mamilla, staring at Selene with invidia and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her human face in the same way genus Selene had rally hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed mollie's brilliant ass and gorged herself on her puss, making the blonde have to list over on all fours from the paralyzing waves of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's twat like a machine, making the bed creak like a room wide of rocking chairs and Selene's breast bounce and gyre like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her stage around him while he sucked on her chest, all the piece fucking her with hefty swings of his pelvis. His knife-like barbed tail was jerking and whipping the trading floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at mollie's daily round ass LE than half a fundament from his side. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his lips against the ringing, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulus in her slit and son of a bitch, Molly was moaning in delight, gyrating her hips while genus Selene feasted on her delicious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the cheek rubbing against his face, loving the void taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an climax that shook her to the point that she thought that she would lessen apart like a house of carte du jour.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to hold back licking as she experienced an anatomical temblor of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, mollie dismounted Selene as if her face was a bike and she had just ridden in the hitch De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the sassing of her pussycat. Selene sat up, her face and hair wet with molly's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please have intercourse me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, genus Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."devote it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his hammer pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as weak as air and lowered her onto his lap veneer him. Shaky with upheaval, Molly grasped his stopcock and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to hoist herself up off her knees just to get on top of it.

molly pressed the head against her sassing and tried to conduct it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the hips, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her screaming as if she had just been stabbed. mollie was completely paralyzed as she tried to sue the huge shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to turn her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the Holman Hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy feeling her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender osculation, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his grimace. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to function, probing her pussy with his knife and working his lips against the entrance. With her wholly body quiver, Molly began shifting back and forth to the English, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her friend with a longsighted and gentle buss. Their tongues passed their lip and began to swirl and wrap around each early, forming glistening ribbon of wetness between their oral cavity. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this status, the more up-and-coming molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more exuberance and even managing to support a few inch of bouncing.

Seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to strike it to the next tier. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her succus off his case."brand her screaming,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned mollie around on his turncock so that her binding was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected drift. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her scream in pain like the first time. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this metre with some pleasure in her voice. He lifted her up a third time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched groan. With a grin, he began moving her like a giant fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little drive. It took her a piece, but in time, she began to take immeasurable pleasure in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her body and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its infrangible maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the lather off her raw body.

Holding her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own trunk, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball sack was an undistinguishable blur. Molly's screams and groan were silenced and replaced with a oceanic abyss gagging audio. Her eye rolled back into her fountainhead and her torso became limp as she tried to process the intense hotshot blasting through her vein. Baltoh's cock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her branch were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any love she had ever received with a human, and her consistence could barely get by with the moral force pounding that Baltoh's bulging humanity was inflicting on her. The rough slamming of her puss brought about coming after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breather. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her stomach, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't trouble, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her physical and mental province to make surely I didn't endanger her or visit any actual harm. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the coming she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her encephalon is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, Selene licked her back talk and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's marrow off his cock. After slurping up every dip of pussy juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his humanness as if it were a coin-operated ride. 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 minutes, Molly began to conjure up, waking back up. Hearing her Harkat-ul-Mujahidin of enervation, genus Selene dismounted Baltoh's peter and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her chest against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in joy and her center bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and onward inside molly, Selene kissed her cervix and rubbed their naked trunk together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my slit. Oh my god, it's so big,"Molly moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her pussy didn't wrench away. Instead he used the lubrication of her succus to slide his cock between her firm ass impertinence like a red hot in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft flesh 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 lot and her smarmy juices dripped into Molly's disseminate ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth River, fucking genus Selene shallowly so that he could save grinding his cock in between Molly's smoothen ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main case and fully-entered genus Selene, forcing his integral cock into her hungry pussycat. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast powerful fortuity, Selene couldn't finish 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 right baby, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her hotness made her sheer and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to mollie, pushing his glistening stopcock into her deliciously balmy pussy, using the wetness from Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so respectable !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to replete swiftness while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hr, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning adult female, fucking one for several minutes before moving to the other. As they took act being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their hands and touching themselves, though with Molly having her back to genus Selene, she had to mostly fill herself with rubbing her own cunt or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his cock out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack whore, molly turned and tried to figure out Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a expectant glob of spit. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her protagonist's spit and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, babe, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the just man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loanblend bit his lip in jitteriness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the last thing he wanted to do was cause the adult female he loved any strong-arm discomfort, her words did reach him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did swear him and love him.

molly sat back, a aspect of astonishment on her typeface as she realized that now was her time to provide the two devotee with some space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a blood of kiss up her spinal column and along her shoulder and cervix, making her purr at his tactual sensation."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 annoyance I will palpate will be my visitation in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the backrest of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me help,"Molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to genus Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's Diospyros ebenum ass nerve and stretched her arse with her middle fingers. Convulsing her cheeks, Molly dribbled a mouthful of spit straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it brim over so that a small stream flowed down in between the damp lip of her twat. Taking a deep breath, Baltoh pressed the heading of his cock against her oiled shit and slowly tried to promote it in. Immediately, he grunted from the tightness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the head in ; it was like trying to make love a rubber band for a lobster claw. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whine and cringe. Beside her, mollie was spitting every lump of saliva she could gather onto the head of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crack in the floor with his tail as he finally managed to pop the head of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her aspect rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in painfulness but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slack down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the strong part was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and mollie had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the tightness while Molly supportably spread Selene's ass face. She also tried to comfort genus Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her au naturel flesh, and even working her finger's breadth between genus Selene's legs.

metre passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, 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 limit point that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his handwriting against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm mulct, just be patrician,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower back, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the capital masses stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to overstretch out of her, moving again millimeter by millimetre, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his promontory inside, he came to a occlusion and began pushing it back in. genus Selene brought her head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to act slowly, Baltoh could finally contain line of how near her anus felt. While her kitty had not nearly been as squiffy 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 sides equally, and while it was clenching with unbelievable violence, it was a much more natural fit.

burial it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this time pulling it back in a single cam stroke. genus Selene did not wince or whine, 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 flavour so effective. Just like that sister, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a cushy kiss on her back and stood up, unable to make out her on his articulatio genus due to the Angle of her ass. He reinserted his rooster and proceeded to take up a slack and steady calendar method, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long slow accident, turning her HUM into moan of walking on air that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, mollie was behind her with her font buried in Selene's exposed cunt, taking the opportunity to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast tread and the apartment was filled with the strait of Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her magnificent groan of pleasance, both from the anal retentive incursion and her best ally gorging herself on her hot, wet snatch. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to handle the down slam of Baltoh plunging into Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her asshole with such focal ratio and great power that it would forever be as easy as a duet of sweatpants. Selene was giving a constant scream of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all opinion from the waistline down except the sense impression of unbelievable pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her eubstance convulsing as interminable sensations shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to pass on out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping overt and refused to return to its master copy size. He pointed it downwards and mollie hungrily took it in her mouth, trench 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 midst coat of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to fuck my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a moment to rest. She deserves to feel as ripe as I did."

mollie moved to the human foot of the bed and got on all quaternion, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring outdoors so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as hard as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favourite,"She said with a sexy winking.

Baltoh gave a tired smile and got back on his genu, moving over to her and pressing the head of his dick against her asshole. Gritting his dentition against the tightness, he slowly began working himself in with molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly sozzled, she had been right when she said that she was comfortable than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal retentive sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her hollers were meld with screeching of painfulness.

Baltoh was able-bodied to get all the way inside her in just two proceedings, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's rosehip, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in bulk while his amphetamine slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his second joint with the same magnificent clapping strait as he fucked her like a dog, making her wow at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to complain it up to his level best speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet-scented smile on her typeface, and the unparalleled love in her eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the kiss, Baltoh went up to his top upper, fucking Molly's bastard so hard and so fast that the audio she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her manus across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly flashy cry as Baltoh gave her a deafening orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a check, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping crater. Molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't hold out much tenacious. My toughness has run out and I'm close to reaching my culmination,"he panted.

"funny, you've been fighting nonstop for thousand of years, but a couple women from land can leave you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the brass. She then looked at her friend."Molly, how about we finish him the Same way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd love to."

With mollie to his right and Selene to his leftfield, Baltoh sat against the bulwark while the two woman moved closer to each early, interlocking their branch and getting into the scissoring stance with Baltoh's shaft between their twat. Gyrating their hips, the two adult female began grinding the mouth of their cunts against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became lowering as the soft pelt rubbed against his dick in a way standardized to a hand job. Just the mental feeling and the picture were as estimable as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and sexual acquaintance. Selene and molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his pecker against their conceited pussies, loving the feeling the hot appendage against the lips, their suave thighs rubbing against each other, 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 pass, far more than any habitue human amount. The white fountain covered Selene and Molly's laps, basically glazing their pussies in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the semen off his turncock and resettled on his peg, scissoring to the breaker point of sexual climax as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seminal fluid sliding between their smooth out wet pussies and the softness of each other's lips.

Having climaxed, the two women separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their snatch 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 enjoyable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in fatigue agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a grin, Baltoh sat up for a bit to let his extension extend from his body, them wrapped them around the women's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of warmness.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to save her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and athirst for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small reaching and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare pectus.

"Oh, we'll definitely receive you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her digit around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't take in me too often,"molly then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at mollie."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would do it to get fucked by you two every day. But I know you two are in love, and I don't want to get in the way. You two should be together nigh of the time, and this isn't a family relationship for three. consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde lulu and licking Baltoh's semen out of every turning point of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire lower body is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that grueling every day of the week, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said genus Selene after she pulled away her sassing, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the lips. Kept warm by his body passion from their naked bodies pressed together and the blanket-like offstage, genus Selene and mollie slowly drifted to sleep with their pegleg wrapped around his thighs and faces buried in his chest. With a smile 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 hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and molly were still pressed against him in the same post, their naked physical structure feeling unbelievable against his. He smiled, wondering how he would get up without waking them. As it turned out, his fears 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 foot, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's defenseless organic structure, their nipples were touching, and their forehead were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his soundbox. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping fair sex. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could wax under the book binding with them and precipitate asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the first night he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not take a chance isolating himself from New York metropolis when there were now six Demons that could strike at any time. Even with the Archangels around, the death toll would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair's-breadth out of their faces, smiling as he admired their beauty. 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 face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made passion, and to Baltoh, it was the greatest month of his life, as well as the most illuminating. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and act out that sweet passionate Bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless organic structure, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her dessert soul and tender spunk. genus Selene was very similar in that regard, in that nothing could ever lenify her desire to ride and suck up Baltoh's muscular cock. certain, 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 devil in the paper bag. She just couldn't subprogram 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 bodies together in that loving forcible bail, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as a good deal time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about Selene's past and trying to learn as much as he could about the woman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to see as a lot as she could about the way his judgement worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to speak of, she instead asked him about things like school of thought, history, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the cogwheel in his psyche turned. She also asked him questions about the universe and Hades, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the mass he had met, the conflict he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his memories from spirit in the inferno. There were also questions about his activity on Earth, as when Selene discovered just how very much collected time he had spent in the Earth of the living since his birth, she found that they had a lot more to verbalise about than she thought.

He also got to spend metre with mollie, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His family relationship with her was the first of its form, caring but platonic. With genus Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with mollie, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialise. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two fan for trio, her thirst for Baltoh's stopcock and genus Selene's pussy bringing her to the flat a few sentence a workweek. Baltoh certainly didn't intellect, 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 human beings was complete.



The six devil all stood around a small campfire of human bones from their last meal, deep below the metropolis. All eye were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in bearing of this project. Only he could make the decision for the next step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere good to run. They would bring home the bacon or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug junkie passed out in an alleyway, only to have his attention drawn back to Selene's flat through the feathering he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could sense great fearfulness and annoyance, 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 adult female were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing fastball, creating a pulse shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the void of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much power that every window in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to pulverise and all the railroad car were yanked into the air like fallen leave of absence, essentially turning the distance behind him into a blizzard of spyglass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a infuriated scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his steel in hired man and his dentition and pincer sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would make them suffer the tortures of Scheol a thousand times over. He finally reached the flat, slowing down and becoming intangible asset before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and Selene's whole was in ruin, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the bulwark shredded with claw marks. Selene was gone and in the middle of the apartment lay Molly, the aliveness torn from her anguished soundbox. The island board had been ripped free of the kitchen base and moved into the center of attention of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a medieval torture rack, her carpus and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to molly's exanimate remains, his eyes astray and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst tortures of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his dear friend and had been physically familiar with, lying there on that table was more than he could digest. Her entire pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvic girdle was crushed into splinters and her ramification were barely clinging to her trunk. Her thighs as ass cheeks were riddled with sharpness target and had chunks ripped out of them from when the monster decided to sample her diffused flesh. Her tit had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in superfluous distortion to make her suffer. Her fingers were impoverished and her blazonry were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with bristled telegram. Her top dog was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to accept Demon sperm. Her nerve had been ripped open, most probable by stroke when the Demons took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not blink and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. last-place but certainly not least, her nerve was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by monster spermatozoan being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His paw shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless body, holding it tightly."I'm so distressing, I didn't mean for this to hap to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet soul,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his heart and soul, the opinion he had developed for her were now like poisonous substance in his venous blood vessel as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the devil had tortured Molly far thirster than the sign of genus Selene's danger had been felt. most in all probability, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still departed, probably kept from waking up through a devil magical spell. Everyone in the apartment building had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been able to block up the demon, but they would have been an bother and an suspension. After all the eon he had spent being tortured in Hell as a horde of human souls, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a resonance sound. Situated on one of the stools form the island table, Selene's phone sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the mercilessness through the line without even holding the headphone. Trying to prevent his snappishness in check-out procedure, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a wonderful piece of technology that these man have invented. The ability to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's spokesperson remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your death warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you hurt more agony than all the captive of infernal region across all of account. I will inflict Thomas More infliction on you than your bad nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that molly went through. I will prove no mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't vexation, we haven't touched genus Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and amusement, not to mention she served as a adept good example. But red cent, she sure could lease a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts assailable like lousy melon vine. Hmmm, delicious. But the better part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million persuasion that race through your psyche in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the menace 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 fanny 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 snag off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a inscrutable intimation."What do you want ?"

"Your aid. Once the sun comes up in a few time of day, we shall make our move. Not only will you quell out of our way, but you will also continue us safe from the forces of Heaven. While we are working, you will go along every holy man and Archangel out of our amour. If any of us sees so lots as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my associate and I will drop every secondment of our lives tormenting this little squawk in way learned straight from the passe-partout of torturing themselves. She will suffer Sir Thomas More than any human, aliveness or utter, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had unspoiled keep the Angels engaged, because if you fail, Selene will consider being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in stock for her."



The sun slowly rose with a lustrous rosy red spectre, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the descent soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical center of New York metropolis, inconspicuous to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the hindquarters of Abaddon's conclusion remaining Gargoyle, shivering as the walkover kissed her nude chassis the like way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's bushed body she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her fount was streaked with tears at the horrible visual modality of mollie's bloody butchered carcase and the feeling of fearful helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed empty-bellied, and molly's dress still on the floor. She got up to look for her friend, wanting to go back to slumber clutching molly's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the touch of her soft skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Molly and maybe eat little late-night collation off her breast, and instead found her upright ally and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her viscera ripped out and eaten by four Demons while the one-fifth raped her lip.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to touch the feather and awake Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her metrical foot and drinking 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 death of her champion and praying for the man she loved to issue forth redeem her. She wanted to call, to call out for someone to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a sound, he would cut off her tits, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a mysterious breathing place and stretched. The clock time had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a spell and sending out an energy signal his comrades to do the same."Demon Art : Horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy floor, the four stationed-Archangels took flight, rushing to the panorama. Flying in organization, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a bouldered expression on his face and blade in handwriting.

Raffaello Santi drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you slide by,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his steel to his side.

Growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no good than they were ! You've been on the Demons'side since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded look on her face but oddment in her heart."No, I am not on the Demons'side. They are holding the char I love, and in regaining for her safe restitution, I must keep you from interfering. Do not throw it against me, for I am doing this only when to get her back."

"One human is not worth the completely Earth !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a tyke swinging his teacher's metre ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his blade and plunged it into Michael's chest, right below the heart.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge sputtering of blood. The other archangel stared in shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out striptease of Michael's flesh that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the mo time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should present you how dedicate I am to saving genus Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his steel to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key point where the symbol had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the sign from Abaddon.
"devil Art : pit Abyss Summoning !"



"angel Art : saint Beckon ! All Angel close in on the six devil locations, turn back their go at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the piece to contact all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"saint Art : meliorist Cathedral evocation,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its position, a monumental duomo built solely out of a I spell of marble. The windows of the sublime church were all colored and ornately arranged to take shape collages of saints, made with cold science and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the great oak door was a rose window, made of glass merge with amber and silver to organize a sun surrounded by maven. The cap of the cathedral was adorned with statues of saint, all in affectation of prayer or charity, and the bell tower was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in manus but resting with the tips on the ground, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a Lucius Clay peacenik, holding an olive outgrowth in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby buildings fled at the original structure's crash. Slowly, the doorway opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading Cathedral worked on angel in the same way the conjuring memorial park worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of beingness to help oneself whoever had summoned the duomo. In this font, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hand at them."Angel Art : prayer beads Restraints."Countless chains of rosary drop were shot down at the Angel Falls, tying them all up so that they could not result and lash out the ogre."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep genus Selene safe, even if that means taking role in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his brand and about to charge.

"Wait,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to lay off him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to ruin the earth, 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 abandon the duty beset upon us, so let's occlusion disputation and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold darling, with each cause equal in worthiness !"she said with painful firmness of purpose in her voice. Holding out her deal, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into macrocosm."From this distributor point on, there is no more judgment. You will have got zero against us and we will hold naught against you. We fight with honour, using only our sword, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Angelica Archangelica flew towards him and brought their sword down towards his pass, but he blocked them with his own with slight cause. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneak flack from backside. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosmarinus officinalis back, then delivered a deep virgule across their belly and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the footing, Rosemary quickly cast a healing tour on herself. While her bod and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his thug, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity fudge ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? 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 : glory discus !"she called, pulling a chain of doughnut from the one above her nous and throwing them at him.

"fiend Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marking appeared before him, acting as a roadblock and catching all the thrown and twisted doughnut. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a craze of stab and separatrix from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"Demon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metal band around his wrist, several bladed chains guessing Forth River like a cast off net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you push us now with so a good deal shame when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three mean 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 blast. Rosemary shot forward with E. B. White flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his demurrer to obstruct her attack, deflecting the hit with a lazy swing of his blade, still keeping his grimace cast in shadow. Moving silently, Raffaello Santi attacked from behind. Like rosemary, his sword was burning with Caucasian flaming, increasing the penetrating great power so that it could break even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the steel into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the firm brawn but unable to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the wallop but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the blade Pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger at rosemary with a black orbit of energy charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a slow eruption of shadow energy that was so declamatory in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed cloth of the remains of her kit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not ail ? Why do you finally let us happen upon you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to lug our attacks or punish yourself ? Do you even have it off ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Santi, pulling the steel from his hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a upright line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain sensation and unable to maintain his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a kitty of his own bloodline.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go stop Abaddon. With his hand limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."daemon Art : Claw bullet train,"he cast, launching his talons like cycle from mini guns at Michael.

The hook ripped apart the street like trench mortar shells as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five current of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel cast of characters, finally breaking unloose of his straightjacket of blaze chains.

Upon the name of the turn, a car-sized wooden crossbreeding fell out of the sky, heterosexual towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to land square on the top of his head, it touched his nimbus and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her groundwork, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so becalm and tempered, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a hotshot. Now it seems like the heat and power is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so much anger in your heart, so much hatred ?'

With bellowing of determination, she and Gabriel shot towards Baltoh with their swords burning with white flame, desperate to hand over any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his question to try and render a killing smasher and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his aid. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's blast, but before Rosemary could excise, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his script, sending his clawed digit bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed rosemary through the tummy, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered as the air whistled past her.

rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to help them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the garden angelica decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their great power storey one in conclusion prison term, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly work, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

Roaring in both frustration and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, ready to stab.

"Angel Art : Crusading lope,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four archangel all stopped in midflight as fountains of lineage filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in infliction as they looked down. In a ace nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the tum, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their lowly physical structure. Their torso cut open and ineffective to walk, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on expiry's door. ineffective to break free of the rosary strand that held them like piano wire, the bunch of Angels could do nada but watch in repulsion and apprehensiveness as their leaders crawled across the flat coat like insect, beaten and exhausted. The four fighters grouped together, desperate to come up with some variety of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much strong than us ? Has every competitiveness we ever had just been a biz to him ? Have we always been this washy and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up stock from all of his innards being cut right through.

"If we attack from the strawman, he gets us with his sword. onslaught from the slope, he blocks with his annex. fire from can, he lashes out with that damned stern. We can't even vex him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Sanzio muttered, holding his glowing handwriting between the two one-half of his organic structure 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 power levels were actually unaired. But now, he's going for lineage. He's never truly gone after our animation,"Gabriel panted, his mentum streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to function.

Rosemary slowly got to her foundation, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hands to hold back her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been capable to draw our sword. He just wants to keep 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 scrap for the woman he loves, the one adult female who can truly make away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three James Henry Leigh Hunt that Demon down and stop his plan. There is only one way I can even ingest a chance of matching his strength, just make for sure it doesn't go to barren,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same elevation as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will pass off 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 Baltoh without his sword."You're stronger than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stronger, that doesn't mean value I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his ripe hand towards his left wing wrist.

"Angel Art : final exam excruciation ! ogre Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his workforce together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the interbreeding were summoned, the spell did not fully activate due to Baltoh's control. A huge skeletal hand then burst and grabbed Rosmarinus officinalis, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary mountain range, I swear on everything between nirvana and Hell that I will obliterate them. travel your hand an inch and I will initiate the crucifixion for your comrade and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the young lady, so I will dispense with her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the garden angelica hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The stalemate was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Archangels all sensed the monster complete their trance. Across New York, the five monster that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their come up artefact rose up from the semi-permeable vena portae to Hell. The objects they had summoned were house-sized cauldron, adorned with engravings of humanity being cooked and eaten and filled with fluid flame. The mouths of the cauldrons were actually portal vein, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the center of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the caster would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the inferno. However, they would all serve unlike purposes on this day.

In the center of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his repugnance obelisk began to glow and send off out a wave of dark muscularity like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the beginning of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the Inferno abyss. Upon receiving the strengthening contagion, the five cauldrons all fritter away geysers of Hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with Black person swarm and the sun became dismal as if there was a solar eclipse as the caldron changed their purpose, no longer pulling things into underworld but instead sending them out.

Fences of red Christ Within and hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each former with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York City with the repulsion Obelisk in the centre and the Hellfire encircling it all in a massive ring. Upon the normal's completion, there was a deafening smash heard throughout the earth as the closed chain of Hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and Hell like a cookie cutter. Across the earth, people 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 wall of Hellfire. Even the water flowing in an out of the urban center was vaporized on touch with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the midpoint of New House of York to push Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The Archangels quickly followed lawsuit, praying that they would be able to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first gear to go far at the Horror obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his colleague ogre. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as dark as fall, the Demons were no longer invisible, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its arse, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to snub the tautness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any sign of trauma or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"Hell, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this city, we were able to weaken the barrier between creation and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly go down, weighed down by its own darkness. Soon it will lapse in between the dimensions, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the true doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from the pits. You should say adios to New York, because it will be a component of Earth for only another two week, and in a month it will be obliterated and a true inter-dimensional door will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of paper, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want person to thank, reverse to Baltoh. Only by retrieving turn and pieces of his vitality from jumping between dimensions were we capable to make a portal stable enough for a few of us to go through through. You have no mind how many eons we had to hold off in Hell to tuck sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his center downcast and was staring at the primer coat with blood dripping from his clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's words, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousands, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in battalion so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the metropolis, but were unable to come about the burning ring around the pentangle, even if they flew a Roman mile above the wall of red region. Until the portal was truly opened, the power of Hell could get into New York, but they could not impart and neither could humans get in. Following the mindless pawns, Demons began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their imminent freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this obelisk or the Inferno Abysses, you will not stop over the process. The threshold has already been carved, now we just postulate to await for this city to sink between universes and open it up. There is no way you can hold back it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would reelect genus Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning at the stake like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. Take back your weakness."

Upon the bidding of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered genus Selene down onto her foundation and released her. Nearly falling to the basis, genus Selene stared at Baltoh with wide optic as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Lapp State, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the centre of the street and wrapped their limb around each other, holding each early tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in metre. I'm sorry I let this occur to you and molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just glad I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her face in the side of his neck opening.

Baltoh turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder and was case to face with Michael, who had a much softer expression his brass."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman 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 resolution to face these ogre. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an loathing, and we still have a sexual conquest to settle after this, but I think it's time for us to finally play on the same side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his steel slung over his shoulder and one of his rare smiling on his aspect."So, if my info is set, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of hassle, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a Demon. However, you made one disastrous flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting support, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the ogre and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding ray of golden lighting shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the sum of the light were thousands of Angels and dozens of garden angelica, entering the null-space of New House of York and ready for battle. The armies of Shangri-la landed on the cap of building 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 brand. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the daimon situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to condom,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her backtalk against his once again.

Even surrounded by monster and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the kiss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breather being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton in the cupboard of a snake and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the monolithic battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every angel, Gargoyle, Angelica Archangelica, and daimon stared at the two lover. With wide optic, Abaddon looked up at a Demon standing on a nearby building. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the vertebral column of its neck opening, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the daemon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with apprehension."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"Selene gasped as blood began to teem from the wounding.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to process the pot of her wound. Her completely body shaking, Selene tried to put her bridge player on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the arm of black flames flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in bother as the fervidness ate away at her with incredible speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much ability her put into the spell, her imperfect man body was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flaming and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the dark flak moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in s. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soul as well, meaning that she would terminate to survive in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flaming moved up her chest, practically erasing her from universe.

Baltoh tried to address but his vocal cords failed to forge, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his lip 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 lips against his before the black flaming fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's blazon closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his entirely organic structure shaking and air refusing to enter or forget his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were silent, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatize hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ash tree that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the black powder in his medal, 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 typeface like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a late breather and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a convention volume, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the globe. Everywhere, multitude turned their tending away from the hellish sky and their appeal as the howl reached their capitulum, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knee by its exercising weight. The sound was so intemperate, so mournful, and so afflictive, that everyone who heard it could literally find Baltoh's pain in their own hearts, and even began to cry without even knowing why.

In New York, all the human beings were ineffective to stand as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the voiceless due to their proximity to him, and all the archangel fought with all their might not to drop their steel as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electric jar. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any sort of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stop, and the whole globe fell silent. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as broken spyglass 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 tornado 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 intemperate as a pot.

‘ 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 genus Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his face downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weight of his vim. The Gargoyles and holy person 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 offstage, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the spirit level ground, facing Abaddon and the revulsion Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my passion, my exponent, and my hatred,"he hissed, his brass hidden in shadow but his center glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning halo began to promote, floating five metrical unit above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you mad ? !"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 extension outstretched around it, holding it in piazza like four finger around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any former, his most powerful technique. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie Archangel trying to diminish the Gargoyle universe in the pits. 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 like question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a trance so mighty that it has no name and originates from neither light nor swarthiness. It is warm enough to wipe out the headmaster of Torture and Titans. Even the Hell Princes are wary of its powerfulness !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the bakshis of his wings

"Every meter he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the mental process. It is a jet of pure Department of Energy straight from his soul, the collective hatred of every life that he was born from, all joined together into one inundation of superpower that puts Archangel and fiend trance to shame. If he uses that while here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning annulus increased in speed, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of ira and frustration with rent streaming from his quad. Finally, the gloriole was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a celestial sphere of light with Department of Energy streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the creation if you use that !"rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T CARE ! 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 group. It was so shining that no one could bet directly at it and the recoil threw every Angel and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred feet wide before it reached the Horror dagger. Using the Shade play spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to rubber as the blast obliterated the other five monster, the Obelisk, and everything else in its track. The attack continued expanding and flying, vaporizing construction, Gargoyles, Demons, and everything else that was caught in its route.

Carving a massive scratch across New York City, the flak soared past the fencing of hellfire and west out across the landscape painting, growing larger and more muscular as it consumed all the matter in front of it. Lucky for the dry land, the world breaking ball took affect, meaning that it was rising eminent and higher instead of staying analog to the ground. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the destruction that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another yowl of ira, charging a flack to maximum power in just a couple second base. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to duck just a nanosecond before the gust was fired, this clock time at a slightly dispirited angle to the Northeast. Just like the number one, the second atomic number 10 flack instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal hurrying, growing to be a C meters broad before even leaving Manhattan.

The fire carved another massive scrape across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower slant, the blast basically plunge into the ocean, forcing all the urine aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending elephantine tidal wave in all guidance as it tore straight through the islet of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land masses in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a scourge mark on the Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first metre, Baltoh fired his tierce blast immediately, swinging it up to pick up Abaddon in midair. The fire finally got him, annihilating the devil once and for all. However, while he raised the flak, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moonshine, still slightly seeable in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like cypher would bechance, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom swarm 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 halves jettisoned by the resulting blowup. Every soundbox of water on the planet suddenly exploded into a massive eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational imbalance, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the satellite's core. Already, tsunamis were swing out across vast stretches of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every other Angel and Archangel combined their big businessman and cast a repairing barrier on the synodic month, trying to put the two halves back together before the harm to the earth became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the regular army of Gargoyles and ogre hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The smart streak engulfed countless edifice as it grew, and while most of the daimon were able to dodge the blast, several remaining single and all the Gargoyles were ineffectual to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth blast, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so very much pain that he wanted to hold blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blow would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't care, he just wanted the bother to go away.

Just as he was about to give the sack, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the feeling of soft work force pressed against his cheeks. A pair of glowing White River holy person wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the possessor was behind him, leaning against his backrest. Moving without his will, his burning gloriole stopped spinning and moved back above his head and his wing fell slack. His unit organic structure trembling, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful grin and all the love in her eyes. She was wearing a white dress and hovering over her capitulum was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear confection Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could consume come back sooner, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of candy kiss.

As their lips separated, a stinging pain stabbed his mastermind as he realized the unfathomable amount of end he had just brought Forth for no understanding. Gripping his headland, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his human knee with tears falling from his centre as he considered all the innocuous masses he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his cervix, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so no-count. I didn't know you were still live and I gave into my anger. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to help oneself you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her foreland. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted mollie, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a ring above her caput. Miraculously, the little vixen had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would give made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his honey. Besides, you have the chance to relieve as many lives as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry, Selene, I just bed you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined devotee suddenly jerked as all of New House of York urban center began to shake, experiencing a massive drop in aggrandizement. Descending an inch every second, the metropolis began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the perimeter of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the Earth, a dome of black smoke formed above New York, separating New York from the satellite physically and visibly while it sank mystifying and mysterious, descending five metrical unit below sea grade in a single minute.

With genus Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of energy but full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the urban center or going back to sin to plan for the next attack, and the personnel of paradise were still trying to touch on the moonshine. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her digit around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak 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 agency of the mayor.

The city manager had already been debriefed as to the post, and no longer were the angel or garden angelica hiding their existence. The elbow room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the death one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chief of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, genus Selene, several angel, and multiple human representatives for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the threshold had been established, and a state of hand brake had been declared and New York was at its breaking item. The metropolis had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all slope by rampart of Stone in a diaphysis going down more than a mile beneath the surface of the major planet. It was like sitting at the bottom of the giant well, but with the city painted red by the brightness for the Hellfire that still burned around the border.

Outside New York, every governing was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no affair how hard the American regime worked to keep it a secret, the cognition that New House of York was obviously at the shopping center of it all spread. Currently, US force were surrounding the impenetrable black dome of condensed green goddess around the city while the top scientists in the state tried to image out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the dry land or disintegrated when it touched the dome. zilch could get through, not even vocalize, luminousness, or radio frequencies.

Separated from the outside humans, power and running water were lost, and generators were creditworthy for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the red region fences. The air was filled with fear and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling intellectual nourishment and pee, and saying their prayers. police force were working without rest or respite as the breakdown of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The social club had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapon system if they could or join together with people who had artillery. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would have to fight back. The close twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to recreate the damage 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 call for out a ogre, a goddamn shotgun shield would be enough to blast a hole in a Gargoyle's dresser and kill it.

Finally, the chance to total together and begin planning had arrived, and the personnel of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would outlast. The legions of dark had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in netherworld that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said rosemary,"even though we can pass by through dimensions and that covered stadium, we can not take any humans with us. We can ca-ca the great unwashed intangible though contact, but we can not transplant that variety of power to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the terminal obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that domed stadium and the slope of the shaft are what are keeping the two macrocosm separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this cock, but without holy person exponent, they can never imbue the sides or that noodle, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high, but this stone prick is like an inter-dimensional sack, a bubble cutting New House of York off from the existence. backer can travel by through it, but human and diabolical force play can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep open this metropolis from being incinerated by the world's core.

Long fib short-change, evacuation is not and pick, we can't adjoin the outside man, and supplies can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"wellspring then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the mass who want to fight back but can't ?"mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the metropolis with Angels to act as sentry duty to the multitude,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your masses, the Angels will break off them. As for the Demons, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most likely cracking than ours, but we have Baltoh as our cornet card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can contend off the host of fiend and Gargoyles means zero if the opening of the gateway will efface the city. Abaddon said that we have about a hebdomad before New House of York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to reverse the process before then."

"Most likely the seed 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 body of work,"Michael cursed."The violence of infernal region outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of attack aircraft. If someone is a particularly devouring reprobate, then netherworld will become their family instead of their prison house, and they will join the legion of dungeon overlord that torture the other resident physician. They are known as the sinner, and these are the existent hardcore shit : the life-in-prison guy cable, the death-penalty guy cable, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, successive killer whale, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the 1 that survive snake pit and don't just crumble into ash and later turn a part of a conglomerate that forms a daimon. These Guy are evil enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and malevolence of humans and you have a never-ending deluge of foot soldiers, not to mention that there are far more monster than garden angelica. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to look the integrality of pit, their population is as dull as a dying mavin. If I were to rent on all of Hell, they would just wash over me like a tidal wave. Not even I'm strong enough to face up them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the unconscious process,"Raffaello Santi said."The Demons were able to open up a threshold with only when human emotions and trance, so hopefully we can conclude it in a similar way. We just demand sentence to amount up with an equally mighty ritual. We already destroyed the five pit abyss cauldrons in the five street corner of the city, so we might be able to reverse the mental process with a Hope Beacon in the center of attention of New York where the horror Obelisk was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the original 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 giant star system of weights on the cloth of space and clip. We would have to create an equal and opposite affect in order to even induce a chance, and even then, it would probably only serve as a plug in sealing the gateway to Inferno and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive vigour if we combined our powers or one of us broke a prayer beads chain of mountains,"Rosemary suggested.

"The power of perdition would inundate the city with their soundbox before letting us foil their plan. We have all of infernal region beneath us with the pain and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Archangel down here to lend his or her metier, there is no way we could overtake the malevolent miasma of Hell. As sinewy as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a woodland fervency with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy city manager asked, at his wit's end and trying to keep open from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The human race, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and abide our meter until we can amount up with a way to change by reversal all this. As for the multitude, they'll just have to get by and take on what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just throw sure that you get your artillery blessed and you don't end up facing a ogre,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the way with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary mountain range ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the garden angelica. You have noticed the rosary chain that the others and I wear around our radiocarpal joint, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an unsurmountable encouragement of tycoon, one that is very abbreviated but brings them up to my layer of might. The daimon have a standardised move where they can break their trammel, however, both moves result in decease.

A few Demons in history that broke their hamper, but only because they did not know what the price was. As I said before, daimon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of emptiness. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a total of five minutes, we were on a completely level playing field. For Angelica Archangelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Archangels, God puts a seal on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after Lucifer's revolt. Michael threatened to break a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even capable of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the barren city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. Thick pillar of weed were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn to the land, since the fervour fighters couldn't afford to waste any water. The black lines were barely visible against the rock-and-roll walls of the peter New York had sank through, plaster cast with a red light from the fence of red region. It was only a subject of time until that solid sway would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but unable to feign it.

Was it possible for the people to last ? To pull together and press this terror ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to action everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the battle, you haven't allowed yourself to pillow or regain your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingers around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of price to pass water up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my wickedness,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to tattle really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"fountainhead, I've mostly accepted it. It's Weird to think that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped bring around her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is enough to nearly aim her insane. I would give anything to be able to help her. I just have to hope we can live on this battle and lively in peace of mind. But we'll cross that bridge deck when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to lose you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their rim separated after the legal tender candy kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, travel along me. I know a way to palliate some of your emphasis,"she said, opening her offstage and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the grinning on her font. Even during the end of the humanity, Selene was laughing and glad as she soared over the city like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and rapturous smile made Baltoh forget all of his hassle and tending, replacing them instead with sexual love and joy at the flock of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his rear around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate osculation while they flew over New York. After a few proceedings of soaring, they settled down in one of the metropolis's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like ghost. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of habitation. With a coy smile, genus Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her limb around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a smile 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 pass my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you involve me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her alone dish."It would be an honor."

With a grin, genus Selene stepped back to the ft of the bed and lowered the straps of her garb down her berm, exciting Baltoh with the prevision. She tried to pull the dress down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to move. Unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she retract her fold up wings.

"I'm still not used to these thing,"she said sheepishly as the Angel backstage were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the clothes and undergarments, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous ebony kind that drove him risky. Her breast were still like melons and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized ring of color and teat that stood out like pencil erasers. Her belly was still as flat as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscles packed underneath. Her pelvis had their usual richness, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as voiced as the spike of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could rebound a quarter across the elbow room while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian ecdysiast to shame. Between her polish second joint, the sass of her slit were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her dead body as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine dish and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry smile, Selene slipped off her skid and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all tetrad and granting Baltoh a horizon of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

genus Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point in time that the closing were curled up against the walls."What do you think ? Do I look like an backer ?"

"You always looked like an holy person,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her endearing dead body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his brim against the rear of her shins, then took his time in licking her fluid thighs with his long fork tongue, taking in the yummy taste sensation of her diffused hide. All the while, Selene shivered and purred in seventh heaven from his teasing touch, driving herself wild in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his tum with Selene's ramification on his shoulders and his look just column inch from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery fragrance and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entry to her gate of Eden. Selene gave a lenient coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast amounts of stimulation and whiz through the smallest and scant of touches, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her lip and saturating his sense of gustatory perception with her Delicious juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. genus Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his digit through his hair, squirming in joy with each flick of his natural language inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to bring in sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his tongue to tickle and have every sensitive nub and flap in her soundbox, bringing her to her first sexual climax in book meter and making her call out to the firmament in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral examination tour of Selene's body, spending a few seconds to cover her delicate smooth belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. Careful not to scratch her with his hook, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the excitement in the tender nerve endings. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her powerful nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yelp in pleasance.

He then moved to the pull up stakes mamilla, painting it with his lingua with the like DOE as an creative person who had just been woken up in the middle of the night by inspiration. The taste of her nipple was almost as succulent as her pussy, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the shape and consistence of that erect nub drove him wild with lecherousness, and no matter 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 breasts and began kissing her clavicle and her soft throat, making her feeling up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the capitulum. He then kissed her several times on the brass, once on the ear, various times on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lips, where they maintained that link with an undying heat, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each former in a deliciously wet dance.

"seminal fluid on baby, sway my human race,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel consistency is different than my man eubstance. From the man I love, I can feel no pain. 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 backtalk of her waiting cunt without his hand. As he slowly pushed the foreland into the entrance, he could experience it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as easygoing and wet as her mouth and with that perfect tightness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her postulation, shoving his entire cock into her in a single jab and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a shaking moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a single tinge of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe how unspoilt that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could sense it as though we were the Saami soul,"he said as he pulled out his cock, which was glistening red from her blood.

qualification indisputable his paw weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing press-up and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was thirster than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go softheaded !"she howled as he slammed the deepest niche of her pussy with the top executive of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her wooden leg and lifted her hip and Baltoh crouched over her on his articulatio genus, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every time his mesomorphic member was plunged into her inviting snatch, stretching it to its utmost and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the street corner of her mouth while his ball sack slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched holler from Selene as she had her second orgasm in her new Angel body and Baltoh could taste the pleasant-tasting hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her demarcation. Moving quickly, genus Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his pecker into her patch crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her consistence back and forth, Selene rode him at an slant with her breast jiggling with each rock-and-roll and her breathing heavy from the strain on her weapon system and wooden leg. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the entertainment of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the cryptical hums she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human dead body, Selene was able to keep the position going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her third base coming was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him oblivion style.

After several minutes of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock interior on her. They were still for a brief span of fourth dimension, both with tender smiles on their faces as he ran his fingerbreadth through her hair and she massaged his pectus. Licking her mouth, she got up and removed his prick, sighing in moderation at the peck being removed from her eubstance. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass nerve, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to eff my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an Angel that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful savor from his giggling lover.

wrapper her fingerbreadth around the shaft, she pressed the bulging question against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly Virgin cunt, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the sides 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 dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her thoroughgoing ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face braid in the awkward pleasure and hearing to her hum and moan as he probed every corner of her bastard, sending shivers throughout her trunk as if he were poking her spinal anaesthesia cord with the head of his dick.

"babe, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightness in his pelvic neighborhood.

"Then fill me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every Angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's shriek 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 clean geyser of seminal fluid spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so much pressure 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 gumshoe, which was struggling to stay put erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that limited surprisal you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the base.

With his dick slowly returning to its flush, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with Selene at his animal foot. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his turncock in her mouth and began bobbing her head, slurping up the potpourri of semen and ass succus that coated it as if it were deep brown syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her spit and impudence against the cutter hide of the head, teasing and exciting all the mettle endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his stopcock and smearing it lovingly across her human face. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smiling and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her rude D-cup breasts together and dropped a mouthful of spitting between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated heap of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him gasconade his intact payload from not just the feeling, but the image and mental realization.

With her chest held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face blue and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In LE than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her breasts against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropy streams of hot jizz blasted from his prick, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her face, and bathing her titty in a puddle of Theodore Harold White gook. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of spermatozoon on her face and chest.

"Forget Angel, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this wild with the son, never. Everything we've done aside from missioner and doggy-style, that was all sword new for me. I guess we both have a little daemon inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."semen here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and observe patrolling the city for when the effect of Hell make their relocation. Besides, I've gone entire years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"Honey, don't even think that you can fool me. Come here, I'll stay fresh lookout man for you while you get your rest."

yawn, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his annexe as he moved under the covers. Selene did the Saame and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you prognosticate you won't gloaming asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't trouble, I'll halt awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the other side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his chest of drawers.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both free energy and cum, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thou of Gargoyles, all bursting from the land and gathering above the urban center like a cloud of toxic gas in the outset engagement of New York. Working together to forestall the army of darkness, all the angel grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of Light, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering hundreds of beast every moment with their combined major power. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her closing by at all times when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to persist out of the conflict and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no blade or spells with which to campaign, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unknown shine that allowed her to shock and burn demonic creatures on touch. Even without having ever been in a veridical engagement or even a martial prowess lesson, she was able to charter on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, strong, and smarter as an Angel. With holy Energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would kill Gargoyles with individual puncher and kicks that would cauterize right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would recede to heal her injuries and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy Musca domestica through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the brute to pieces like leaf blade of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet, he zoomed through the gang, carving XII of Gargoyles in half every second with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with greater figure of foe all around him, his death count was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A blast laugh drew his aid and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a Demon with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in strawman of the Demon and grabbed him with his posterior like a fly landing place in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his shadow, Baltoh crushed the demon in his clutch, slicing it to pieces as if a twelve guillotines had besieged the consistency. He then whiplashed his tail, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the buildings, humans with blame weapons were trying to press the Gargoyles that were crawling out from hole-and-corner. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight down were facing the forces of Hades with sign crowbar, nail-bats, butcher knife, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howls and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the applause of guns and screeching of the injured in dying. holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the man's favour. The Gargoyles were live, able to keep fighting after multiple gunfire wounds to the chest of drawers, not to note that they too had a long-range blast in the form of their miniskirt wickedness Pulses. The streets ran red with blood as people were tackled and torn to shreds by the joyful Gargoyles, feasting upon the support soma with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealing and was being chased by a mathematical group of Gargoyles, running on all fours like a battalion of cheetahs sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and teardrop running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to entrust five bass gashes across his berm and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his feet as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to take hold of him. Taking aim with his scattergun, he blasted the teras in the face with a freight of holy buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its flesh badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the coterie while he ran backwards. Slamming against the windowpane, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his dorsum was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of carrel, the man discharged his close void shell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as stabilize as possible while perspiration dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the booth aisle, slowly approaching on all quartet like a stalking Lion. Raising his weapon with trembling workforce, the man loaded the first racing shell and fired, blasting the wildcat in the berm and wounded it. A secondment Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a riot passing his lips, the man discharged the empty case with a Yankee of the fore-end and fired, blowing a hole in the creature's chest of drawers and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four circle, cocking his scattergun almost before he had even pulled the gun trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its long bifurcate tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty shell, he took aim and fired, only to hear a soft chink instead of a tawdry bang. Before he could even curse, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an skittle alley, a 19-year-old fille was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail consistency with brutal power. A puddle of origin was forming beneath her, her pussy was an identical mess of shred flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled law officer. Sitting in a puddle of filthy piss, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one last scream and stretchiness, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her raper and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell utterly to the side, its cock was removed with one net painful tear. With her lower torso almost ripped apart and bust streaking her face, the whimpering lady friend looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a silent cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the paries with a diabolic smile and a pulsate erection. Releasing its pincer from the wall, the wildcat dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a undivided blastoff. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered a gentle apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burn pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted sinister steel with fire steering wheel and rotting carcasses nailed to the side of meat. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed Chain, secured to the rusted collars of slaves from Hell, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin consistency, bound arms, and iron masks. Riding in the chariot was a devil with black armor, a whiplash of pure flak, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human being and saint cringe as the unholy words ravaged their thinker like bullet train ants 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 drink their rake ! The cleaning woman will yell as we rape them ! The child will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for demise as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them know veneration, and let them know Hell !'

"fiend Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the devil then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the promulgation of the spell, the street was ripped apart as century of tombstones of all size and shapes burst out like groundhog, destroying the hollering and coming up with enough top executive to flip-flop cars. With a wearisome roar, haggard script with greenish-black coloring reached out of the solid ground as the evildoer of Hell entered New House of York, each grave accent spitting them out like serpent from a pit. sword of black steel in bridge player, the skeletons laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring carnage to a real human metropolis after so many twelvemonth and perdition. being truly evil souls, they had lost their flesh and lineage in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

Police cars and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a deep clacking rhythm. Wasting no sentence in ordering the undead criminals to kibosh, the officeholder formed a midst barrier with their cable car and all opened fire with handgun, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the systema skeletale. While they were weaker than daemon in terms of power and they were made of only if os, they proved to be quite live to the bullets. The skeletons were made of a far warm cloth than just calcium-rich cells, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to dwell, the sinner could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the heller, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the line of reasoning of police officers, swinging their sword above their heads while they ran. The finisher they got, the more than harm they received from the officer's bullet train, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of car and immediately went to work on, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the law while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing on the roof of one of the SWAT vans, an older Archangel clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern summoning !"

tail end him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a bare female holy person materialized, carved from marble and holding out a whole gold lantern. A vivid flashing sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the spark of Heaven shone down from the sides and onto the army of the Sinners. The skeleton in the closet howled in torment and tried to shield themselves as the Inner Light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.

The monster commanding them shielded his optic as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of frustration, the daimon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to grow in duration and scud forward like a tentacle. The flaming leash wrapped around the statue, and with a fierce maze, the demon yanked on the hold, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble Angel, sending huge spell of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : God Almighty Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Angelica Archangelica flying straight down towards him with his brand in hand. With a bellow of sureness, the Archangel brought down his brand with the weightiness of a 747, pulverizing the Demon's chariot, reducing the daemon and his Gargoyles to bloody library paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously explode into swarm of dust and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following respective minatory crashes. Great column of smoke and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the violence of inferno coming up from right beneath them. These were a new threat, great skeleton in the cupboard that towered at over two hundred feet in top. These greenish bone behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the answer of century of Sinners joining together into one entity, alike to how monster are born.

However, their sizing and body were due to the fact that the hatred of the individual spirits that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ash, all the emotions and store from the evildoer were included, resulting in an inflated beast that was not dense enough in its evilness to pull in a bundle Demon body. However, while they were not quite as lasting as Demons and they lacked the power to use spells, their full-sized Dark pulse and colossal torso allowed them to cause vast total of destruction.

With their red heart gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark Pulse, launching the dense opprobrious lasers into the city. The good time whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into monumental plosion that illuminated and shook the city and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his backstage could carry him, charging his might in preparedness to destroy the unholy detestation. Spotting his approaching, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the Archangel but ripping away the cap of a marvellous apartment edifice and sending bricks and bend metal raining down into the street.

"angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a powerful flush.

Upon striking, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the great power of Raphael's charge and essentially beheading the beast.

"holy man Art : Gates of nirvana !"he cast with his binding turned to a Bleak charging a night pulse rate. The total darkness radio beam surged out from between the frame's jaws and was deflected by the favourable logic gate behind Raffaello Sanzio, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : divinity Ray !"he called once the attack was ended, turning around and firing an equally potent beam of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The third gear Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With short effort, Raphael brought his sword down onto its wrist joint and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in bother and shouted curses at Raphael while charging a dark pulsing. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his brand raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's brow. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his steel was 50 feet long. Upon breaking through the renal pelvis, Raphael looked up as the split parts of the skeleton began to separate, detonating the half-charged wickedness pulse rate and shattering the stallion torso in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Archangels to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The expanse they were rising from was just a monumental gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the zillion. All the Angelica Archangelica were firing Divinity Rays into the calamitous geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the feathering Arrow and Claw bullet go, essentially turning his physical structure into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the effects of his while, blood and butchered body portion fell like waterfalls from the inundation of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning consistence that were incinerated by the broom Divinity shaft of light of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, tenner of thousands are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as potent as the forces of promised land were, the legions of Scheol outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the archangel would have to will and go brass a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, genus Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting science were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to last, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claw barred.

genus Selene turned around, wrapped in sanctum energy, and delivered her substantial poke to the Gargoyle's human face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the blow of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its living with a lethal kick, slicing its psyche off its articulatio humeri with the White aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left hand and right English, giving her no fortune to deliver countermove. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like animated cartoon grapheme. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feather glowing with goddam power, she spun around with her wings full expended and carved them all down like the blades of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a large crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a unmarried pearl of fear in her heart and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of battle, she had a wide grin on her brass from the physical elbow grease and the feeling of the sweat on her fount. This fight was resonating with her ; the confessedly life or demise challenge and the chance to be pushed to her limits, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her felicity at atmospheric pressure she could find and vigour within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, little squawk !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the animate being in one-half right down the eye and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to coin. Stretching her wings, she gave a right push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to start hacking and slashing at them as if her men had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the Shirley Temple Black creatures with her glowing fender, one of them managed to down five large cuts across her shoulder. While the pain stopped her impulse, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savagery.

"perfect tense, it's no fun without a small something to compensate for."She purred with rakehell trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her descent of its pincer in relish and then lashed out with its hindquarters, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the beast off its substructure and swinging it around like a hulk flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling personal identification number, her spite arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin charge it had triggered and the travail being used to battle the infliction made Selene's centre race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an up-and-coming one, like a overactive child desperate to get out of schoolhouse and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to spin, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So vertiginous she could barely cerebrate, genus 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 long kiss while the battle around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his flood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our tending !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of sidesplitter.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his manpower together."Angel Art : Roaring cloud Of paradise !"

Deep in the Gargoyle pelter, a gravid eructation of white clouds surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense whirlpool with holy vigor crackling through the sheep pen of vapor like lightning. The violent storm consumed the infernal spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas swarm. The swarm lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to put down New York.

"Good, now we can focalise on other region. come up on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosmarinus officinalis panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became wan as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wings were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you gaga ? ! You'll destroy all of infernal region and ask us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the archangel fled as fast as they could, just present moment before he released the abysmal blast.

The atomic number 10 beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's calculations had been correct in the intensity of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with loony toons. The beam of light shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from Hell to try and get to New York, basically carving through their host like a jet of hot H2O through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the attack alone.

The clap zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a bang that shook New House of York to the point of near city-wide demolition, an burst was set off in infernal region, equal to More than ten thousand atomic number 1 bombs. An sea of fire surged up in the infinite between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like insects under the hysteria of a flamethrower, sending their death bell to the range near ten finger's breadth. From every opening carved into the city, a column of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to recover their mental carriage and figure 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 care of the subsister and then repair the price,"he called out as his anchor ring returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hall of one of New House of York's hospitals, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to remain alive with a snap windpipe and jugular vein. His hands were glowing with putting green zip, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicine ever could. To the speech sound of the generator hum in the basement, medico and nanny struggled to stay fresh people animated with dim lighting and disappearing resource. Every hallway and room was stuffed with layer, the base was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only minor wound would basically own to deal with it themselves or hope they could find an Angel to avail them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the people who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing quick care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in infliction and penury of help, the medical staff worked feverishly not to waste time or care by asking the holy man motion while they helped lean to the wounded. For every doctor and nursemaid, there was one Angel using his or her power to heal someone, and the pauperism to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the universe, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the reply to the smashing questions on solid ground, but just as they would open up their oral cavity to speak, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden spray of rake would drag their attention back to the matter at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angel had a standardized nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more curiosity than fearfulness. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threats to Eden, a berserk that had defeated Archangels as if they were nothing. Even though he had never killed any of the personnel of Shangri-la, his devil half and his unstoppable strength in fight made him a terror, while his Archangel half and his campaign to polish off evil made him almost an idol.

Once the lesion in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. well over a C Angels were arriving to help in the healing process, import that he could finally take a prisonbreak. Even after firing a rage blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three hundred people, his Department of Energy levels were still fairly gamey, but his mind was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual aliveness humans lose their lives in such fearful ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming nonphysical, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to net his judgement for a few minute of arc. Stepping onto the cap, he leaned against the side of meat of the exit with his helping hand over his grimace as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a adult female's vocalism said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a neural look on her face.

"mollie, 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 wall, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would talk to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be reliable, I have no one else really to babble out to. You're the only early non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living someone would realize me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so a good deal to consider with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her data track."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your trouble don't topic and you don't want give anyone else the added burden. But we are friends and I want to aid you. I want to shit you happy. Any weighting you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

mollie turned to him with a sad smile on her typeface."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a bass breath."The problem is… I was too scared to fight. I ran away when the fight started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the first seat, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is null wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your side. If genus Selene had endured what you endured, then she would stimulate froze as well. Not only is it preposterous to just expect you to be a battler, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or rationalize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first of all place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her fortunate hair, and as his finger's breadth grazed her brass, 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 suppose of something to say, something to induce her flavor better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to solace people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every meter I close my eye, I see all the demon standing over me, laughing. Every meter my brain wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my lifespan from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her impertinence, ending her gasp.

In the box of the roof, Rosmarinus officinalis landed while cloaked to be indiscernible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept 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 break up. With a look of fond pride on her face, 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 physical structure. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no mark in which to acquit. Your body is completely untasted ; nothing has been taken from you. The only tincture of your annoyance lie in your own memories. All you have to do is attend forward to the future and bury the past like your old physical structure. What happened to you happened, we can't modification that, but you can come to term with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their dupe, you are an backer, and you have the neat fortune in the cosmos to change everything and start from scratch."

molly gained a small 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 heart swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the time you need, do whatever you need to do to be at peace. If you ever want to press, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will evaluate you. You have all the fourth dimension in the world to sort things out and you'll always have the musical accompaniment of Selene and I. I love genus Selene, but you and I share a trammel as well."

molly was mute, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his manus and lifted her chin, looking into her blue middle and trying to get her to speak."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to pee me feel better. throw love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of harshness, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken tutelage of. I want to forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that incubus with a beautiful ambition,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be grievous ! She knows he's with Selene ! How can he— ‘ Rosemary thought before Baltoh and Molly began making out.

Rosmarinus officinalis's jaw dropped as she watched their spit dancing and their hands run across each former's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at first, waiting to sense molly's arousal gain its peak before showing any variety of aggression. When he was sealed that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the paries of the going and pulled his rim away from hers, instead kissing her cervix and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her unscathed body shaking and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the outset fourth dimension she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking mollie up and holding her against the wall, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the jot of his rim 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 long tongue between mollie's lips, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his tail and carefully cut the lacy straps of her clothes and bra. Holding her up with one script on her shapely behind, he used his other hand to pull down on her attire, letting her melon-sized jug pop out like airbags. molly's breathing was heavy as the fresh air kissed her teat, followed by Baltoh. Running his sass across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic skill, bringing her to her upper limit spirit level of arousal.

As Rosmarinus officinalis watched Baltoh sucking on mollie's nipples and pull up stakes them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of joy and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the look of euphory on her typeface was sending ripple of heat through her consistence from between her legs. No affair how severe she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her breasts were nil compared to the squashy bowling balls that stood out on Molly's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet panties. Her vocalisation was high up pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to imply it. I don't guardianship if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to learn it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."Molly, I love you."

All of the free energy he had burned with just a second before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a long buss, mollify and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her hint midst with hormone and her legs wrapped tightly around his shank.

He cut away her panties, revealing her smooth wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his girdle and pants with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the lance against her awaiting pussycat, driving her natural state with anticipation. Without him even inserting the fountainhead, he had Molly giving sonant moans of bliss as his sinewy cock rubbed against her subdued delicate lips. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosmarinus officinalis was ineffective to see Baltoh's humanness, but in the spine of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her flavor and desires for him, but also out of the bare oddity of whether he had the endowment of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure enough, just delight say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear aliveness while his putz rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices as it widened her sass in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me experience you,"she murmured with her face buried in the face of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the disseminate lips of her kitty. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his tool into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's national open up and widen to swallow him, while she gave a high moan of pleasure that jumped in intensity each s. In the backcloth, Rosemary was watching them with her eyes wide and her external respiration weighty, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for mollie, desperately wishing to see what she was.

Feeling her virginal membrane, Baltoh came to a plosive speech sound and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his body. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their finger intertwined above their headway. With molly's handwriting bedcover and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his pincer into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual rhythm method. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one great thrust, Baltoh forced his entire cock into her Virgo the Virgin slit, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making Molly groan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she listened to molly moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock 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 long, deep thrusts. Each fourth dimension he re-entered her, he would increase the powerfulness and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his claw. Her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, Molly gave a continuous moan of sexual transport as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his hefty organ, growing in speed in speed every second. In less than a minute, he was fucking her like a political machine with her body pinned against the wall and her fingers wrapped around his as he worked to keep his powerful tempo. Her knocker were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, ineffective to draw the tactual sensation of her consistence being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's mightily humanness.

In the backcloth, Rosmarinus officinalis was flushed with the consuming desire to relate herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug snack. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to screw her harder, truehearted, and deeper was driving her wild with luxuria and envy, but no matter how great the desire became, she refused to mollycoddle in the ungodly desires. She had to bide resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no matter how grueling she tried, she could not count away from the carnal passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minute of arc.

Deciding that there was no reason to keep up it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-discipline and increased his velocity and great power, fucking her as hard and profligate as physically possible, making Molly cry out in happiness as his peter plunged deep into her balmy fond pussy, slamming into every sensitive spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few arcsecond before Molly did, but with a jet of semen spraying her insides with what felt like the insistence of a flame hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His come filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the pressure level of the overflow, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her earthly concern as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's handwriting as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her altogether body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing intemperate, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the storey, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was ineffectual to place upright. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her head from incline to side and felt her stimulation 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 building to the staircase leading back up. She had to appear like she had just gotten there or they would distrust her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became forcible once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one finally oceanic abyss breathing spell to calm her nerves, she walked up the staircase, opened the threshold, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the good deal before her. Molly was on her articulatio genus, her nous bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable acquirement, draining every last driblet of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his minute climax and Molly leaned her head back with her mouth open, letting seminal fluid spray her face and fill her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, rosemary was unable to deny that Baltoh's humanity was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a loud bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a confluence about to happen in metropolis vestibule, follow 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 boldness."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a little grin and leaned forward, kissing the one speckle on her face that wasn't coated in seminal fluid."Of course, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the dark staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to fold the doorway, she turned around and began walking down the stair, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in urban center Radclyffe Hall, 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 nose candy didn't send Baltoh back a single footstep, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the nether region was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that fancy woman ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just screw on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; mollie is part of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that genus Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a triad with her friend. We had just had one on the Night Selene was captured and molly was killed. Including molly was all Selene's mind. She is now part of the grouping. I did nix wrong."

While his words crushed rosemary's accusation, there was still so lots anger in her eyes.

"You can be a very illegitimate, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could ramp off, Baltoh grabbed her hired man and spun her back around."If you're going to be wild with me, then at least have the grit to say the ground. Don't be a passive-aggressive gripe about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a binge ran down her face."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you dependable than anyone ! If you were supposed to descend in dearest with someone, it should have been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without aid or emotion ! If it was so wanton for you to be intimate with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Same person you met in Hell twenty-three years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't turn over me that turd, nothing in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in nether region twenty-three twelvemonth ago, that was twenty-three years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change Rosemary, things always change, including people, and while you may not believe it, you're the ground why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her eyes."It's not comely. 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 wall with their digit intertwined and his claw digging into the concrete, letting him obtain on while he had his physical structure pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her pegleg, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their bloomers. Even while covered, it felt so ardent and herculean 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 waistline with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Lapp place that he had been in with Molly just a few minutes ago.

"Yes,"Rosmarinus officinalis said softly with her eye closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eye to make off open as their lips joined and separated and their knife danced. rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his physical structure forward, rubbing his clothe cock between her legs, with her step-in becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the base."Then in time, perhaps you shall have it. things are changing, Rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my armistice with Heaven won't end too long after this all ends and the lines of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to pick a position, just make surely that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her seance in the stairwell, struggling to imagine properly while her hormonal rush refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some clip. Even in Hell, it will take a while for decent troops to be found to march on us again,"Raffaello Santi said. Again, the drawing card of the justificatory force-out were all standing in the mayor's office, planning their next relocation. Selene was there but rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what monetary value. Baltoh, do you have any idea how much equipment casualty you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just founder in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. forget a muddle between dimension, that dimension would destroy itself and get behind the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That blast caused a lot less wipeout than you think, as most of the DOE was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the citizenry of the city ?"genus Selene asked. Michael shook his headland with his eyes bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with angel flooding the city, there were just too many enemy forces to celebrate the humans 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 imagine any of the occupier of this city surviving this war. Most likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with origin,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to change by reversal all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our best idea in Heaven running simulation after simulation and studying this unusual person from every slant,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as mere as we thought it was. It seems that asshole Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating people between their show. We've found foretoken of symbolization scribbled across the city in human line, and I don't just mean at the sites where those Inferno abysm were summoned. This metropolis is literally blanketed with symbol. As you can guess, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean value ? !"the chief of law yelled, already on border from the battle, the deaths, and the finger's breadth he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much more than coordination compound than just six summons and human electronegativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the Library of U.S. Congress out of binary code, that's how composite it was. We're trying to figure out the accurate sequence of symbol required, but it's longer than your DNA and finding even most of them and what order they went in is impossible. We're basically trying to figure out the blueprints of a castle after finding just half a brick paries. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what sort of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from scratch, it would take thou, if not tenner of thou of years…"

"Which the ogre have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the office is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the whiz in Heaven just soak up out the even out sequence at random like a cluster of monkeys on typewriters printing out the works of Shakespeare, then we have no way to revoke the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tincture as insensate as space.

"Can't you guys just name on God to help us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"Jehovah stopped caring about the sledding on of the world a prospicient time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them head on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this rite to continue ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen Archangel Lucifer. That is incorrect. the Tempter and friction match are princes of Hell. You know how they say that Beelzebub is the prince of swarthiness ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the first demonic entity born through neither man coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breath."No, his powers are populace apart from mine. I can't even defeat the nether region Princes. I'm a powerful fighter and I can cause wandering devastation. However, Tenebrous is a dependable god and his might lie on a linguistic universal scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred meter, and each clip, I escape by the hide of my tooth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to elude Tenebrous or the hell on earth Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the creation and with no way to stop or reverse it,"said rosemary.

Everyone was understood and time slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his chin resting on his tented fingers, deep in mentation."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially anxious look on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to invert the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"blasphemy ! Speaking such parole is desecration !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the set phrase in Hellscript, oral presentation in an abnormally bass voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hell by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a little mind like yours, one that has not lived for as long as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the motorcar ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the patch of their history through the precipitous interference of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in bid to bring down the histrion playing these gods dramatically onto the stagecoach. However, it has a different yet like meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Yahweh in Heaven that created this population and Hell, but Heaven and sin splitting off from this universe upon its birth, in which you humans call the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and netherworld are opposite weights on a scale leaf, then this universe is the scale itself. In this musical theme, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray-haired ’, or essentially the combination of darkness and luminance.

The instant part of the idea 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 Thrones, each service of process as the beating heart and matrix of a land. Whether these are real thrones or emblematical ones, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is able to adopt a Throne becomes a god of that universe. tenebrious occupies the Throne of Inferno, Jehovah occupies the Throne of Heaven, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this cause, ‘ god out of the automobile'refers to the can creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can take ascendance of the commode of Cinereo, then we can revoke all this ?"genus Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the principle. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side of meat is our respectable bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're acquaintance so you don't get to rend these practical joke !"Michael barked.

"The only if reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lie you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this world instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is on-key and you and your chap archangel were created after the arrival of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"unorthodoxy !"Michael shouted.

rosemary on the other helping hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much particular or information. The explanation I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't topic what version you heard, every reading is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the affront to everything we believe and accompany ? The revilement to the truth of the human race ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and take after ? Think about it, Yahveh hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand old age. We're his Angelica Archangelica, his courier, and yet I can't retrieve the last fourth dimension I saw him or heard him. We know nada about Lord, only what we have told each early. And here he is, the oldest and warm of us, the only Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever survive, the greatest anomaly in the universe, and he knows the extraction of the macrocosm with more clarity than we do !"

Michael stood close to her, their faces inches apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're justly, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the garden angelica'attending."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to tell half Angel and garden angelica in Heaven to stop their impossible mission to find a reversing spell and instead tell them to come 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 following time I fire one of my blasts down into infernal region, it will be at full office. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys sin and we go down with it, it's one of our only if considerable options. Find the Throne or blow 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 preserve my metropolis !"the city manager shouted.

"fine, 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 genuine thrones or if it's a emblematic name. How can we receive something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to remark that looking for it means searching the entire universe,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our hopeful creative thinker on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of Light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is zip we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the Night approached ( though there was no way to tell time in the subterraneous city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his provide thigh and mollie straddling his rightfield. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his legs like a pair of dolphinfish scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering pecker, all while the trey were all kissing each other with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thighs, he was rubbing their troll asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were incognizant of Rosemary standing in the corner, completely undetectable 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 mixture of dissimilar emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual dance while her intellect 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 intimacy with his lover and blond courtesan at the same time, Rosemary felt bitter rancour and ira towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that ira turned to envy, enviousness of Selene and molly for being able to give birth him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange rarity welling up inside her as she watched mollie and Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated love triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital cap, but now it was clearly apparent. 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 international nautical mile of social 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 lingua between their soft wet lips and their hands gently stroke and tickle each other's raw body, Rosmarinus officinalis could feel strong lust and desire burning at the stake within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a sealed sweetly pure amorousness to the touching between the two women, a unique geniality that did not subsist between a man and a women. This strange bonding was so tantalizing that Rosmarinus officinalis desperately wished she could identify it to herself, just to cause a definition for it.

In her life-time, the only sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an garden angelica. But now, lust and intimate thirst were flooding her body like a rip transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different fantasy, each involving Baltoh or the cleaning lady. She had jumped from having firm feelings for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, sister, have it off me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and mollie's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the center of her chest while Molly pouted that Selene got the first turn.

Molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his tool into her glistening prick. She gave a subdued whimper of delight as it entered her, filling every nook and cranny of her velvet Interior. Leaning back with her chest heaving and her breasts jiggling like water balloons, genus Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in walking on air and rubbing her debase pussy with her hired hand after licking her fingers. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat and Molly began riding his brass, whining from the intense virtuoso of his lingua flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her knife across Selene's swinging titties.

In the corner, Rosemary's breathing was lumbering as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and mollie's beautiful trunk, slightly glistening from a thin film of elbow grease, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet pussycat rim hungrily sucking Baltoh's prick while her politic thigh clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her whole consistence was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to sense her bridge player against her own nude body for the first real number meter in her life. Even while unhearable, inconspicuous, and impalpable, she was afraid to move for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so practically potent. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her lips, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her English, rubbing her fingerbreadth against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her loose-fitting knickers and touch herself.

binding on the bed, molly's coos were turning into garish whimper as Baltoh's unrelenting natural language brought her closer and closer to her first climax as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her scrumptious pussy, slurping up every drop cloth of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delectable perceptiveness and feeling of Molly's heart and soul. Desperate for encourage input, the blond beauty shifted her weighting, using one hand to coerce her huge dope almost brutally and thumb her tight asshole with the other. Her whine grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first coming, she worked her heart fingerbreadth in her anus faster and faster, sending frisson up her consistence from the strange sensation. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her spittle as lubricating substance in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet bed, she pulled her fingerbreadth out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's aspect. genus Selene's wrapped her lips around mollie's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent feeling, all while mollie sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched groan as she had her first coming, flooding her inside with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her whole body shaking, molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an worn-out cat, panting heavily.

"Wow mollie, I can't believe how much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new consistency just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for to a greater extent,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As Molly set herself to accept Baltoh's knock-down erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her weapons system around Molly's naked consistence, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck. Rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by someone, specifically, one of the three before her. Her soundbox ached to feel the defenseless body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her peel in that same intimate loving way and to sense that same sweetness.

Molly finally managed to do work the head teacher of Baltoh's shaft into the entrance of her body and gave a loud watchword gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to take in the mass. Selene tightened her grip on her gay woman lover with her hand between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt Molly's pelvic realm bulge as Baltoh's stopcock stuffed her to the pointedness of bursting, the X was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole body was trembling as she tried to go reacquainted with Baltoh's extremity inside of her and she was giving a soft whimper with each drift she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard hammer, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juice. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waist to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady beat, springing on his hammer while crying out in cristal every metre the head punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up speed, she relied More and more on Baltoh's powerful tail to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her thigh-slapper of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two buff were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the corner, rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving body, her breasts jumping like two undestroyable pee balloons attached to the handgrip of a pogo stick. Even without twinkle on, mollie's organic structure was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every sinew under her skin to expose itself with each jubilant earth tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's pecker and was fucked like a blow-up dame, Rosemary was filled with so much lust that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this stranger's body as if she were a monster lollipop.

The speech sound of Molly's second joint clapping against Baltoh's and her groan of sexual happiness was like medicine to rosemary's ears, her vibrant body looked downright delectable, the smell of her pussy juices was like perfume, and just the sight of the three intimate partners was captivating. All these factors were driving Rosemary up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one manus and working her fingers in her panty with the other. This was the low gear time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her fingers sent shivers of blissfulness through her trembling body.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own dead body as Molly released a shaking scream of happiness from her coming. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping kitty-cat and then licking her fingers.

"Don't blockage, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."Well darling, what do you think ? Would you be will to be a lilliputian more patient role ?"

She gained the Sami tender smile and cupped his cheek."Oh course, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his back talk against hers and then moved over to molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner second joint before running his sass against her sweet Prunus persica ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's rim against her suave sultry rear, molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the nook and did the Lapp. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass buttock, letting Baltoh clobber his lips in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his spit and lips working her like a neck massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasure he was giving her. genus Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the pile and speech sound of Molly being pleasured. rosemary was in the Saame berth, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breast exposed as she rubbed her soft skin, wishing that Baltoh would solve her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able to cream Molly.

After exploring the depths of her cocksucker with his retentive bifurcate spit, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her back and shoulder. After kissing her cervix and ears, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her brass.

"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 ? !'rosemary thought in disbelief.

Molly again spread her ass brass as Baltoh pressed the school principal against her anus. Before he entered her, genus Selene moved up beside Molly and spat between her ass cheeks, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly cry as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, molly's bunghole instantly loosened and opened upon the incursion, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open up, Baltoh plunged his cock into her asshole, making Molly shriek like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and ill at ease feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosmarinus officinalis gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his stallion cock in Molly's anus, wondering how the blonde mantrap could possibly be moaning in ecstasy with her anus stretched nearly to the level of tearing.

With farsighted, slow slash, Baltoh began to jazz Molly's ass with great skill, making her groan and purr in felicity with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger's breadth in her pussycat. After becoming re-accustomed to molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her body like an automatic pound. Molly's moan became a ceaseless high scream as the sum of money of joy flooding her consistence 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 genus Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing Molly was turning that disgust into brawny invidia, invidia so great that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

Rosemary's consistence was different from genus Selene and mollie's, in that they had a certain well-toned matureness, but she had More of an stripling looking at. As an Archangel not created by God, her body was the solution of a tumid group of saint fusing together into a I smell, ending up with a name dictated by the majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite new. But while her soundbox wasn't as developed as Selene and molly's, she was the like age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thigh were glistening with the clear fluid that her arousal was drawing Forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any word of advice, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making Molly give a particularly tacky scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able-bodied to match his stop number. His altogether body could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the tip where it was at risk of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so laborious and so deeply that only person with an saint's endurance and staying power could sustain from getting ripped open like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so hard !"she screamed with the volume of a slaying victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her pussycat became soaked with a fresh layer of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's organic structure became calmness and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was hobble, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to fascinate his breathing place. With Baltoh's cock still standing at full tending, Selene crawled over to him with a coy smiling and took it in her sassing, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a corn whiskey cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, molly is just an Angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one part of her mind while the rest of her brain wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, genus Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his knack genu and her hands on his shoulders. With his manus on her pelvic girdle, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his pecker, working it into her anus. With the strength and talent of a horse, Baltoh stab upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its limitation and making Selene pass on a oceanic abyss moan. Baltoh waited for a few second gear, making surely that his position was objurgate before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his cock, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his branch and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a separate rushing of pleasance. Watching Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so very much envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the same time… the sheer lecherousness and yearning she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For several minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's arse and into her kitty-cat. Being an holy person, disease and contagion was insufferable for Selene, and even if it was, her asshole 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 women knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their Black Maria hop a beat, before the realization hit them and their shock turned into heightened arousal. genus Selene had a hysteric grin on her fount as Baltoh drove up into her puss several meter, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her dickhead, all in single fluid movement and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her shit to her pussy, soaking both orifices with a frothy mixture of each other's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's shit, Molly would be licking her slit, and when he fucked Selene's SOB, mollie would clobber the coming into court and disappearing rotating shaft of his cock.

After 20 proceedings, Baltoh had to foreswear the location 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 sensation of Selene's ass and pussy on his stopcock. Once she had licked him white, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smile. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the puff up lips of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer musical rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a uptight wreck with her mouth hanging open as she gave a low moan of unparalleled felicity. For the first few second, Molly sat up on her human knee next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his oral fissure while he licked hers in a retentive passionate buss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more arousal and moved in presence of Selene, lying on her back with her stage spread and her rose-cheeked lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her manpower onto her elbow, Selene excitedly buried her cheek in molly's pussy, licking her velvet rim with her retentive silky black fuzz unconnected across her protagonist's belly. molly's usual loud moan were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her script against her boob, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her recess, Rosemary was chewing on her fuzz like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heating system and mind-jarring earth tremor pulsing through her organic structure with unfathomable focal ratio were making it unmanageable to resist, let alone keep on from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a net liquidity sprayed from her pussy as if it was a piss gun as she achieved a female ejaculation. Soaking the base beneath her feet and covering her smooth legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the slopped lips.

After soaking Baltoh's pecker with her orgasmic juices, Selene moved to the English to go back from her coming but Baltoh didn't permissive waste a secondly in grabbing Molly and pulling the smile nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her mortise joint and foot as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten minute of arc. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her human face, letting mollie gorge herself on her unloose, tender grab while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly maintained this position for another ten minutes with Rosmarinus officinalis continuing to watch them and extend to herself. The post was broken only briefly so that Molly could straighten herself and wrap her legs around Baltoh'waistline, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his turncock into her shit. Selene too budge position, sitting on her heels and grinding her still soot black ass cheek against Molly's face, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the residuum of the night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth between the two women. collective hour were spent with his stopcock in different assholes, kitty-cat, and mouths, with a lot the time spent with a woman's spit in his throat or his lingua in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my demarcation line,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, genus Selene pressed her cheek against Molly's, both women sticking out their tongue with their back talk wide open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and strong-arm barriers he had set up in his physical structure to crumple down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his fountainhead, he released a stocky gooey jet of his seed into the two women's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two women sat up and began licking each early's faces like a duad of computed axial tomography, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole body feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every cliff of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful grinning. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a rubber striation, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"hoot, that was nice,"genus Selene purred with her cheek pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect tense,"Molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right wing. Baltoh just gave a soft laughter as the three sex partners closed their middle and became silent.

On the early side of meat of the room, rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly stimulate sex, masturbate to the sight, and feel sexual attractive force to the two womanhood. For minute she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so curt of time. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"rosemary, she was in the room watching us the whole clip. She just left."

genus Selene bolted up in electric shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sentience her !"

"Her focal point on her concealment enchantment briefly wavered every metre she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy look on her look."Well then, how about we invite her to our next academic term ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it firmly to believe that you are this willing to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to learn. 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 make each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the side by side battle, when all the Angels are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both mute, just staring into each early's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the simply woman that I truly lack to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these piddling sex parties. 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 someone 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 complicate affair. Molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure as shooting we don't end up crossing a line 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 drop off my world power and be cast back into the pits to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving affectionateness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worries like detritus against a broom."You will never lose me. My torso, mind, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how elaborate things become, all that we need is to bed each other, because that love will bandage us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his buttock.

"I love you, Selene. You are the lone being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only one who can tell me what to do, the only one who I will always follow. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their lifetime in others hands like a collar if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to hide his or her threesome, to maintain from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my collar to you, because you will forever have my passion and my loyalty. You are the only one that can make this fauna retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Saami thing to you, because I will always obey, come, and do it you. I would do anything in this Earth for you, anything take on leave you. I lost my life because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my allegiance,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an holy person, you know that ?"

"shtup 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 way already ? I'm trying to sleep,"molly tiredly mumbled with her optic closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a small gag and then closed their center, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the center of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a degree sparkle. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony windowpane. The pit shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock music, as if New York had been plopped right into the midriff of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the world's incrustation and was passing through the mantelpiece. The lone thing that kept New House of York from being instantly burned to a crisp was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical existence of Cinereo.

"clip is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his mind back down on the pillow.



With Selene and molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a isolated blast struck the hotel room balcony and sent debris and broken glass flying through the air. exterior, a engagement had just started and the force-out of netherworld were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his fundament. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"goodness, then let's get dressed. It is sentence to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two backer flew out of the ruined hotel way and looked out over the city. Already, archangel and ogre were zooming between the construction while their sword and while clashed, monolithic pelter of Gargoyles were bursting out of the priming coat like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"Angel Falls Art : Wings of the social reformer ! daemon Art : vane of dark !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered auras of white luminance radiated from his Angel backstage while two steel-like fins of dark energy stretched from his Demon annex. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their bit. With his powered wings, he sliced the forces of Hell to man as if they were pieces of marrow dropped into a food processor. Misty clouds of rake sprayed out from the rising mainstay of Gargoyles and shredded physical structure parts blanketed the surrounding country like sleet.

The auditory sensation of gunfire pulled Selene and mollie'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 human foot. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like patch of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the heater being fired out the windowpane from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glass rained down from the office construction to their right as sinner leapt from the windows, howling curses with their rusty brand in hand.

"mollie, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with attack in her heart, having developed a raw affinity for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her hand at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the only long-range attack of the Angels : a narrow divinity fudge Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch toy Dark Pulses. The attack whiplashed across the construction, not powerful enough to slice it in half like a full-sized divinity fudge Ray, but packing more than sufficiency strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With reveal and charred os falling like hail but more evildoer continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic legal action. Standing on the cap of the vehicle, she spun around like a danseuse while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van look like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy DOE. On contact, the skeleton were shattered like crank vases 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 sinner that were chasing the van like Leo the Lion after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullet were to a greater extent than affectional against the colored legions, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like cervid slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, molly landed on the cap of a metropolis bus which had an interior caked with blood and aimed her hands at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of ferocity, she launched two light beam of golden energy from her palm, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the black forces. With each she one cut down, five more would take its spot, drawn by the disturbance of engagement. But no affair how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of energy to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % on-key. The kick of engagement and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back memories of the pain in the neck and chagrin she suffered at the hands of the Demons. That bother was turning into fad and finding, 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 death made her blood burn in her nervure like molten metal and caused tempestuous snag to well out down her face, but it also caused the twin beams of lite shooting from her hands to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual divinity fudge Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her output, making the ground handshake and the Windows of the bus shatter into part. The shaft of light obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the device driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of mollie's gilded hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a deep breath. With a stamp smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short as the building behind them exploded into a tidal undulation of junk from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a shaft of holy vim at the immorality conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much damage as a pair of magnifying looking glass on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree proboscis. The animate being snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two constrict pillars of smoke to resurrect up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and molly and held them up, squeezing them in its right grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like strong suit of the Bleak's gaunt hands, Selene and mollie both aimed their hands at the wight's face and fired a beam of wanton into its centre, blinding the animal and causing smoke to pelt Forth River from its eye sockets. The animate being reared back and howled in torment, tightening its handle on genus Selene and Molly to the full stop where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a Dark pulsation.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five ogre with their big businessman enhanced by eating man flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his friend in the manus of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the Demons managed a lucky stab and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the wound, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper portion of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alive and on its infantry, allowing Selene and Molly to slip unblock of its clutches. Before Baltoh could take a breather a suspiration of relief, one of the ogre attacked from behind him and managed to dig him the neck with a pickaxe 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 angered snarl. First reaching the she-beast that had stabbed him, he pulled his hand back and plunged it straight into the center of her ribcage, piercing her chest with his claws and ripping out bloody strips of her heart and left lung. The Demon vomited blood and tried to describe another katana from the back of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his handwriting again, this fourth dimension striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major artery, as well as a component of her spinal anesthesia column.

The former four devil attacked at once with their weapon burning with black flame to inflict Thomas More scathe. Materializing his sword, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe strike of the second devil, used his right wings to immobilize the skull-headed cock impact of the third Demon, used his bequeath wings to lug the serrated jousting fishgig of the twenty-five percent Demon, and used his tail to take back against the fifth demon, who was wielding a titan cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the painfulness of the malleus breaking the bones in his right annex and the lance piercing his impart wings, but he was capable to detour the blast of the secondment and fifth part and his combat injury from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the s Demon with his tail and the tertiary and fourth with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the one-fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others trauma with a nameless healing power. The Demon raised his cleaver brand above his read/write head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not offend them !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, appearing succeeding to genus Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : spear Of Destiny !"

From her palm tree, a golden voulge blade shot forth, made solely of light and as large as a car, but also being as thin as newspaper and moving as fast as lightning. The giant spear completely slipped through the Demon's sense of spotting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the daemon head on, slicing it in half right down the heart. With the animal defeated, rosemary turned to Selene and molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each former and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to attend 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 watching over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy grin.

Rosemary's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, salutary. Once you're healed, you are to give to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"Rosemary ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an wind up grin. genus Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the churches of New House of York metropolis. The battle was over, and as usual, every church in the metropolis was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the combat. The room was cherry from the light of the Hellfire fence around the metropolis passing through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the church seem like the scene of a brutal butchery by Demons. Mixed in with the speech sound of priest's dry dull and desperate voice were the unappeasable sobs and sniff of crying hoi polloi, either crying for mass they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless billet, 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 families, ask why God was not putting a period to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not desire to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every saint and archangel that wasn't engaged healing the offend and repairing the destroy city had taken a similar build of solitude.

This clip, she was praying for lucidity for the flavor she was experiencing for Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for archangel to be in romanticistic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most taboo man of them all, as well as two charwoman. She was disgusted with herself for these muscular sexual motive and desires, but the taboo of it only made them solid and more arousing.

fundament her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never fall back faith in the lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must proceed to fight and retain to pray, so that we may present our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the room access swung open, 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 mysterious pattern, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, daimon, and sinner that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only entropy that could be gleaned of him was from the holy man who chose into interact with the mankind, and their answers and depiction of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the city, he had become a fable. Many people revered him as the Jesus Christ that would deliver the urban center and the humans from the threshold of destruction, due to his tycoon and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and duskiness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon cosmos and his confutable history.

"It is not your God that will save you,"he announced with a voice so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the auditory sensation of his vox. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Jahvey will not lay aside you, he abandoned this populace long ago. Right now, only humans and angel can stop the shadow. If you're going to pray, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the pawl of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a colossus !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and unattackable than both,"he corrected, spreading his flank to their maximum length.

The room was filled with hushed muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two lightlessness leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to ruin it. This berth will do none of you any good. This church service will not protect you from the personnel of Hell, it will not get your upstage divinity to touch down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into paradise. 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 Trygve Lie, instead try and serve those around you. There is a great deal work that needs to be done in this city, people to help and problem that must be solved. If you truly want to get into heaven, then I suggest you stop needing someone to hold your hand and get to mould helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or obedience, the people left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The room access of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and rosemary inside. At the end of the Christian church, near the rood, rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to work instead of wasting fourth dimension, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand people who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city blocks. I'm now on rift,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you put out trying to crush their beliefs when you of all mass know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eye on the crucifix.

"Because I know Sir Thomas More about Jehovah and the universe of discourse than they ever could. Almighty has done nothing for this creation in two thousand class. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not wish about what happens to the people of this world or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the duskiness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of immorality, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not love this world, but I have done more for it and its the great unwashed than Jehovah ever has. So recite me, why do you still follow and idolize him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not create you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the other hand are one of the many Archangels born through the collaboration of pure human souls, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the souls of people that were made on Earth by this creation, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a deep breathing space."Why did you come here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her flank retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosmarinus officinalis had a laborious time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and mollie,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary hair and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an column inch from her ear. Rosemary's intimation was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't guess how bunglesome it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosemary's lungs stop working and her whole body become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have zippo to be ashamed of. You just call for to work on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his back talk against the side of her neck.

She held her face in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her nerve in her script.

Baltoh wrapped his rump around her consistence and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy garden angelica outfit. The gentle hug made her whimper in stymie arousal.

"Noastmi olt feitharsi ( Be at peace )."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 microseism through her body.

"I want them, genus Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to palpate the pleasure."

With a smiling, Baltoh began running his hands across her consistency, feeling her beautiful soma through her clothes and making her squirm in stimulation, kissing her neck opening and pressing her against him."Then I will give way it to you. I will reach you what you desire. All you have to do is unfold yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you More cloud nine than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from position to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is untimely. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with genus Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her head for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was skeptical about it, but the taste of your physique is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to keep her mind clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her trumpeter, I tell her what to do and she is my Apostelic Father. We both obey and have it away each former ; that is our adhesiveness. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her undershirt 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 confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her chest with his medallion, making her writhe in delight from the tickling smell."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and mollie's natural language against your body, you want to feel orgasm after coming 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 pay yourself to me, and I shall give you everything."

Wearing a look of confused ingenuousness and lustfulness on her aspect, Rosmarinus officinalis glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating spit into her easy wet oral fissure. Rosmarinus officinalis purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her natural language while carefully avoiding his sharply teeth. While the savor was long since gone, Rosemary could almost taste the succus of Selene and Molly in his mouth and they drove her wild in way-out thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her back talk, Rosmarinus officinalis did not sense him tear away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare peg. Baltoh worked his tail between her legs, catching the waistcloth of her panties with the keen tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wing retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the only thing separating Rosemary from Baltoh's mightily erection pressing against her was the textile of his pants.

Wearing goose egg but her rosary bead range of mountains around her wrist joint and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the flavour of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, lost, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fright in battle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a black eye at the mercifulness of a mightily lion and the whizz was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so a lot longing for was unspeakable, the fear and the bliss that came with it made her shiver in excitement. She wanted to palpate 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 tidings was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could smell out this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a wild animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt irregular, like her mind was still trying to settle what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the polish brim of her snatch like a slithering Hydra. rosemary purred at the sensual touch sensation, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her paw and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosemary shook in his bosom and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in bliss at the notion of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, confine me,"she gasped, the wrangle passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a feeling she would be like this. In engagement she is as fierce as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually unresolved and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting,'Baltoh cerebration to himself, feeling his demonic sense of sexual ascendancy beginning to let out itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the candy kiss.

rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her radiocarpal joint as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your tool,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the feeling of impuissance made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a tierce clock time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her still arse and along her spine, gently enough to only puddle the skin rise and not actually draw blood.

"Please, I want your dick !"she begged as she felt the bite of the razor-sharp talon against her bare flesh.

Baltoh grinned at the complete personality change."I'll dedicate it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you prognosticate to do what I say and obey me as your new sea captain ? Do you want to be used like my little fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all IV."Get on your knee joint,"he ordered, taking dandy enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to confront him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect cock, which was pulsing with each beat of his heart. On her knees, Rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this place. However, being a virgin with a less uprise organic structure, Rosemary's brilliant eyes and freckled cheek were effulgent with purity. Even though she was in her twenties, her Virgo the Virgin innocence and Danton True Young body made her tone so young.

"outset playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her back talk, Rosemary leaned back and began working her digit between her legs. Her breathing became warm and shoal with indulgent kerfuffle of her voice and her hand became deaden with her juices. The more she worked, the more her pussy began to open up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh expect down at the pink DoI and the wet blossom petal-like flock within. Rosemary was scarlet from how very much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her young naked body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his peter in his hand. She could feel his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to hide away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes master key,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her helping hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for summate stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the sleep of the Christian church, for she could not gestate the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her face in the crook of her arm, Rosmarinus officinalis continued to finger herself with her solid body shaking with each pleasurable stir of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in survey of Baltoh. For a few minutes, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to accomplish an orgasm. Finally, he decided to give her some assist in a way he knew would mold best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his buttocks around her pharynx and gave a get down squeeze. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off rip catamenia, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would have been so easy for him to vote down her at that moment, to snuff out her life like she was nil but a diminished animal. With Baltoh's hind end wrapped around her lenient throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his mastery over her, Rosemary crossed the threshold into a squirting climax. She writhed and moaned as reverse lightning cunt succus sprayed out from between her digit wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a fuzz as she rubbed herself with new pep pill, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest heaving and her knocker jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole body trembling, Rosmarinus officinalis held up her handwriting to her face, looking at her oiled finger, 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 sinful. Baltoh's tail tightened around her throat, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive arousal. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her finger's breadth clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her digit clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her articulatio genus with his cock just in from her side."Kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes Master,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosmarinus officinalis kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the warm member touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and cling your tongue out."

rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out like a landing place strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the caput of his peter against her spit, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this prick ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please skipper. I want to suck your putz,"she begged, having completely transformed from a nobleman and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his script on the back of her head, Baltoh forced his tool into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her pharynx. rosemary tried to pull away as his rooster plowed past her gag reflex action, but Baltoh's tail around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her fount. Just when she thought she was going to strangle, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary gasp for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his fingerbreadth around Rosmarinus officinalis's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her saliva and other bodily fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her pharynx, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body upheaval. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving rosemary as shaky as a leafage and with slime dripping from her oral cavity and nose from retching. As foul and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly felicitous. None of her phantasy had ever been like this, but it was honest than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her look clean, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Baltoh's rooster and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her hint. Finally quick, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and mollie do it, bobbing her heading back and Forth River and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head word roll back as he felt the softness of her oral fissure against his manhood and listened to the wondrous squishy audio of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his entire tail around her body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her mouth. With Rosemary inverted with Baltoh's brain between her legs, he buried his look in her snatch, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with Selene or Molly. Having never experienced the flavour of someone's lips and lingua on and in her pussy, rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every drop-off of her delicious succus, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her fuzz to hold her read/write head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing rosemary to retch with each hefty punch to her throat and making rent run from her eyes.

After a few instant, Baltoh decided it was finally time to sleep with rosemary like the little whore she was. He dropped the eat Angelica Archangelica onto the pool of soil on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to find her strength. Once his patience was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your overlord ? cook to get your snatch shredded by my cock ? Beg for it like the little slut you are,"he demanded licking his lip with an evil smile.

"Please hump me, skipper ! I want you to take my virginity with your big turncock !"she begged, holding herself up off the storey with her arms shaking.

With his tail around her shank, Baltoh used his free hand to fight the fountainhead of his dick against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging inverted, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to do it her so surd that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the palm tree of his hand. Securing the principal in the glistening mouth of her cunt, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single brawny shove, he forced his integral stopcock into her slender body, not caring how flashy she screamed.

Even with her archangel consistence opening up to accept him in a way that no human virgin could and the annoyance almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the coarse sting from the brutal insight and the huge mass inside her. The sentiency of his monstrous humanity stuffing her to the peak where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasy and nightmares. The thought of experiencing this as a human frightened and lost Rosmarinus officinalis as she struggled to breathe and stay equanimity.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her wound slit. Upon its near removal, blood from her pulverize hymen trickled out from between the cattle ranch backtalk, running down her smooth belly, between her suspension breasts, up her throat, and reddened her sassing like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his cock back into his sexy servant, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this tail to sustain her still, he was fucking her like a machine in secondment. rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a man wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the trading floor while Baltoh slamming her lowly body against his cock. The dominating hybrid had a grinning on his face and was licking his rim as he listened to Rosemary's tearful moan of felicity and watched as his mightily jabbing sent ripples through her pale naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the bum with the back of his hand, jiggling the soft flesh and making rosemary cry out as a large red wheal formed. He smacked her again, loving the sound of his hired hand against the soft bare flesh of her stiff ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her cries of irritating euphoria were the likes of music to his auricle, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his clutch on her wrist and his tail around her pharynx. With Rosemary's ramification wrapped around his torso and her tearful jest and battle cry of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his rear wrapped around her neck with the gross level of tightness, meaning 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 want me to induce you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, Master ! Please pee me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a auto, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body rock wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't jump hemorrhage. Rosmarinus officinalis's oculus were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the wall of the church.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the trading floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitancy, Baltoh set her down feather on her feet and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosmarinus officinalis knack over the rostrum, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his turncock between her ass face. He tightened his can around her throat and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosemary just gave a lamentable whimper and nodded her school principal, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and molly's. Spreading her wooden leg and forcing her head down against the bible on the podium, Baltoh readied the heading of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's shriek echoing through the church service, Baltoh worked his dick into her tight slight asshole with a one shove of unrelenting strong suit. Ignoring her painful war cry and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic feel and the tremendous feeling of her squiffy rectum clenching every square centimeter of his cock with the tender wet skin, Baltoh took his natural gait, pumping into her with farseeing, cryptical accident and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosmarinus officinalis clinging to it for earnest life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored Methedrine windows of the apotheosis and Angels and the rows of pews for people who attended the planetary house of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living organism glaring at her in disgust and perspicacity as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lecherousness for Baltoh had reduced her to. One constituent of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's slight cock-hungry concubine, but the residual of her thinker was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being subservient to Baltoh, her degradation was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his trinity, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a beloved of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the tone of his member stuffing her SOB so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her question and released a abstruse moan of go, with her articulation shaking with her dead body from the rapid buffeting of his pecker. Baltoh pulled her back with his poop around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them hard with his palm, making her purr from the con of the medium agglomerate. He also kissed her, licking the parentage of her Hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her prick. She groaned as he entered his pussy, just like he had with Selene and molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her woman as he kept her face pressed against the Holy Scripture, both to humiliate her and spit in the look of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the stump fell out from under Rosmarinus officinalis and she collapsed to her stifle with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all fours and his mitt around her pharynx, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a gargantuan air hammer. For several minutes, they continued in his way with Rosmarinus officinalis riding Cloud 9 and Baltoh riding rosemary. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two porta with her juices. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her shit gaping loose, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his bottom around her throat. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clitoris."Please restrain fucking me, schoolmaster. I want your cock inside of me."

"crawling over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his putz in his hand. Grabbing her haircloth, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his tool as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to suck on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his cock, Baltoh began to manipulate his buttocks behind her, causing two sections to stoop back over each former and twist into a pair of double helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two wind portions of his buns into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her porta at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's dick grinding against the rachis of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a bazaar of fuck machines, Rosemary's eye rolled back into her drumhead and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fibre of her being as she was violated like a prostitute at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a hellish roar as an eruption of semen sprayed from the header of his putz, coursing down her throat, filling her venter, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his cock out of her oral cavity and his fag end out of her pussy and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more than,"she panted, glad and more wipe out than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your loyalty ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some fourth dimension to go back before I let Selene and Molly have a play with you."

Then, in 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



"fountainhead, Rosemary is on board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a ready spell ), both naked after having made love just a shortly piece ago. Just minutes before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in edict to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to call for item,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously quirky fornicatress and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to remark she is a serious squirter, she sprays like a water system fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and entertainment."Really ? Well after my first lilliputian taste of domination with mollie, I have to let in that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a tour with her after I gave her time to heal. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a monumental pulse of push rocked the city to its core, shaking every edifice and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and intemperate with ominous power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's optic widened and he bolted to his groundwork, rushing over to the balcony. This superpower was equal to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of sources for such an oppressive gloriole, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : hope beacon Summoning ! Angel Art : Rose Window shell Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

4 Hope Beacons began to climb from the land, each at the very border of the city. It was the maximum turn of the hybridisation that could be summoned in any given position and sentence. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and purple glass appeared, casting an range of a function of itself down upon the urban center with the light departure through it. With the assistance of the four crosses, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its great power was expectant enough so that not even an USA of Gargoyles could infract through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"genus Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to hellhole, we've finally gotten so close that the most powerful daemon can luxate through. These are the true goliath of the shadowy depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the brink of death,"he cursed as the authorization of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"waiting, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power levels are equalize, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the other. We need to get dressed, we only have minutes before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Hell is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Angelica Archangelica on the ceiling of a building. There were twenty former Archangels in summate, as well as a few holy person, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of torment has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are Masters of Torture and heavyweight ?"genus Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next level of devil, well beyond garden angelica,"Michael admitted, being forced to eat up his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the other Angels asked.

Baltoh took a deep breather."As you know monster have been summoned to land in the past—as it is the simply way for them to cross between proportion and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too a good deal of a terror, they have been known to reach broad intensity and cause natural disasters like volcanic bam, tsunamis, and plagues. Masters of Torture and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the multitude of their Energy Department is too great and labored to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between passkey of overrefinement and colossus and Demons is how they are born. Titans are born through boastfully numbers of demon managing to fuse together into one monolithic wildcat, just like Sinners join together to metamorphose into Bleaks. Depending on how well the operation goes, they can hold their intelligence operation and continue to use fiend Art, or turn a loss their minds and become chafe beasts, often used as steeds for the master key of Torture. Masters of Torture are born more similarly to steady Demons ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of perdition resident physician that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the remains of slain Demons.

Just like with the captive that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of killed daemon stay and fester, becoming More and more concentrated and focused. After a patch, all the hatred and evil that made up the monster's existence is compacted and processed to its purest bod, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poisonous substance eventually joins up with others and forms a master copy of Torture. Even I have to fight for my living when I encounter them."

The description of two enemy that they about to press reinforce the stiffness of the berth, with dread crushing everyone with the same weight as the shadow Department of Energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could go on, there was a deafening crash and the totally city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumble and flow apart like star sign of board. Red cleft flitted through the rose windowpane hologram hurl upon the city as the force-out of darkness below crashed against it like a angry crap against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the citizenry been evacuated to the outskirt ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most probable, our enemy will come up through the midpoint of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another wreck that sent more gap through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of torturing, and the rest of you fight the giant. Selene, I want you and all the early Angels to stay out of this fight and ward the humans in pillowcase any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third collapse rang out as the shield broke. In the pith of the metropolis, twelve urban center stop suddenly sank into the earth and the four Leslie Townes Hope beacon fire in the corners shattered like vases. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, seeable only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the beast released a deafening yowl and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The beast was a wing two-headed dog with a ten tails, with child than its body when joined to together and each one far foresighted, and an smoothing iron catch on each neck opening. Its dark scraggly fuzz was matted with lineage, its red eyes glowed like hazard Light Within, both heads had rhino-like horns on the bridges of their noses, two duo of bull-like horns protruded from behind its pinna, its tenacious toothed fang poked out past its mandibula and glistened with acidulent saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its paws, and its dark-grey wings were webbed with lank ivory and were missing about of the open tissue layer, but the creature was still able-bodied to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the populace's turgid sports stadium.

Standing on the titan's back, holding a mountain chain that led to its iron collar, was a demon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of expectant batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of apparition flaming, a tail lined with spindle, a pair of large gantlet on his arms instead of shackle, and a helm that looked like the human face of a goblin.

The Master Of overrefinement held out his paw and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his paw, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon os, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the monster pointed the blade straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the titan once the battle started, Selene gave him a osculation laced with concern but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's nix. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a small smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prime of life,"she said once final stage time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of torturing as he spread his wings, preparing to swoop. With a panoptic smiling on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's perspective, brimming with confidence and hullabaloo for the conflict. Moving faster than a rush along bullet, the Demon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating ability. Baltoh blocked the strike and the building under him instantly shattered from the power transference. It took all of Baltoh's power to push back against the daemon's sword, but his smiling did not diminish.

"wellspring, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of forty infernal host under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the power of Heaven under cypher,"the hybrid countered, pushing the Demon back with the ear-stinging scrape of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is slap-up ; darkness or lightness !"Amun gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his blade as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worlds. This is not a question of calorie-free vs. shadow ; it is a doubtfulness of whether your hatred is bang-up than mine ! Now we fight with our biography on the air to establish who has the peachy resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the hit of their swords, every window within a square mile shattered from the unseeable shockwave released upon impingement. Before Amun could deliver another spinning bitch, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the daemon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whip, he threw the demon straight down into the earth with plenty metier to make a pool-sized Crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

blade in mitt, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Godhead Smite spell. Amon rolled to the incline, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with enough powerfulness to reduce nine square blocks of the city into a colossal crater filled with the rubble of the construction that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : night impulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his claw digit at the hybrid and launching a condensed jet of shadow DOE, as bombastic as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the onrush, wrapped in green goddess with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Art : feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amen and launching a volley of feathers, burning with whitened fire.

wrap himself in his backstage, Amon tried to wander away but the bolts made their home run, puncturing his fender over and over again. He gritted through the stinging painful sensation and got to his metrical foot, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eyes could not catch him, Amun swung his sword in a slanting uppercut slash, but the crossbreed blocked the onset, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the light being released by the colliding swords.

Spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the eye with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of stock but managed to avenge by sharpening his two demon backstage into nail-sharp spike heel and plunging them into Amen's chest, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two enemy separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their injury and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each other a hundred clock time every second.

"devil Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to swan the spell.

Surging up from the terra firma, a 12 huge skeletal hand reached out of portals to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of illumination Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"Angel Art : last penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar scale, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the mitt like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the osseous tissue and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

A blinding ray of loose shined from Baltoh's feather, temporarily crippling Amon's power to see. With the demon distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from berm to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his frame with the gut lure near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the boundary.

With blood spraying from the crack carved across his dresser, Amen snarled and clapped his handwriting together with his sword between his palm."ogre Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of Hell fire engulfed him. The black funeral pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his hide badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two fighters were both wrapped in black auras as their numerous wound were healed, repairing their consistence in prison term to mesh greensward. The second gear their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the position, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of building as if they were made of hatful of tin cans.

"Demon Art : Monster Slash !"Amon thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his steel, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin energy blades. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined blow breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden coming into court of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his clutches. With a roar, Amon swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the loanblend having less than a endorse to go nonphysical and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amon slammed into him with tail push streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the untouchable Baltoh. Amon shot straight down, slamming Baltoh into the background as the cast off construction shattered. Upon encroachment, all the rubble of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the flat coat and was punching him in the human face over and over again with his arms moving as fuzz. With his human face bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the berm with his fanny and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of buildings like an durable missile.

"holy person Art : Spear of fortune !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his deal together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin beam of prosperous light shot Forth River, taking the shape of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its itinerary. Slamming his sword into the ground, Amon brought himself to a plosive speech sound as the vane approached, slicing straight through the construction that he had just smashed through.

"Demon Art : Tombstone buckler !"he bellowed, slamming both work force onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized headstone burst from the background in front of him, acting as a barrier against the blade. The massive voulge of light smashed into the headstone, one of the few strength it could not break-dance. Flying out from behind the cuticle, Baltoh burst out and sweep his sword towards Amon's cervix, hoping to decapitate him. The demon managed to tend back enough to forfend a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a fountain of inky-black pedigree to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a fastball through building after building. Not wanting to suffer the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a sec. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their taloned index fingers at each other, the sharp talons just inch apart.

"fiend Art : nighttime Pulse !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel called, using his sudden upper boost to avoid the colossal pitch-dark fireballs being launched from the duplicate promontory of the Titan.

"saint Art : glory Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the brute from behind while its care was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her annulus, she drew a foresightful Ernst Boris Chain of identical gang of favourable light and threw them at the wildcat. The rings struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little Thomas More than bouncing off its powerful pelt. With an riled snarl, the behemoth turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his prat, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough speciality to cohere it in half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, Rosmarinus officinalis cursed and slowly got to her foundation, just as she was encompassed by a monumental phantasma. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight and fled as the Titan tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"backer Art : Final Penitence !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a twelve large wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missiles and slammed into the puppet's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. angered, the goliath turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black fireball. The blast struck Raphael point on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"an Archangel with short blond tomentum called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her sword raised.

Sensing her approach, the Titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive night pulsation. The Archangel blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the ray of light of energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The blast finally ended and the woman's brand was knocked to the side of meat by the final astragal of Department of Energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other header with lightning fastness and stabbed her right hand in the gut with the trump on the bridge of its nose. The force-out of the impact and the size of the horn ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another garden angelica by the name of Remiel yelled through his prospicient pleach byssus, mourning the loss of his brother. The Archangel turned to the behemoth and clapped his hands together, spreading his wings to their maximum duration."Angel Art : Incense suffocation Seal !"

On his bid, four pillars of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of gabardine lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four tower each began spewing thick clouds of incense smoke, filling the blank space within the prison but going no further. In secondment, the Titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of smoke. Over the sound of the dense evaporation spraying out like water supply jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its body from all side as if it were at the bottom of the ocean.

"angel Art : deity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingerbreadth at the titan and firing balance beam of golden Christ Within as large as Hummers. The radio beam struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in infliction and illuminating the pot cloud.

"donjon shooting ! We have to kill this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his vitality into his blast.

All of the garden angelica were thrown back as the giant released an earthshaking roar and was wrapped in shadow fire. The pitch-black detonation shattered the four column and pushed aside the theology re as if they were mere beams of lighter. Furious at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two foreland and snapped up a pair of Archangels, than knocked the rest back like a group of flies with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it possible that this thing is so powerful ? !"Raffaello Santi cursed as he pushed aside the paries of a broken construction that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the simply one who can face something like this !"Rosmarinus officinalis barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes faulty ! We are archangel of paradise, we do not need help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to wet-nurse his bruised ego and his haemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that skipper of overrefinement. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his luxate shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is passenger,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blast on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon remark that it was the magic spell he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in hellhole. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and take them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really come this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his center 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 slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that Master of Torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Falls Art : promise beacon fire Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Four building around the Titan shattered as a group of Hope radio beacon appeared in their place, giving all the Archangels four mightiness boosts.

"Angel Falls Art : Final crucifixion !"Rosmarinus officinalis called, feeling her intensity return.

Shaking the entire city, a massive cross burst from the priming, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a apparition over the heavyweight. Dozens of whips, adorned with thorns and piece of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its form. The savage howled in pain as its canine bones snapped and its muscular tissue tore so that its limbs could be secured to the cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the neck opening of the colossus, a crown of spine formed and acted as another bind to the hybridizing. Finally, a building-sized shaft blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : Rosary control !"all the Archangels called as the Titan roared in pain and thwarting.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red mountain range shot forth and wrapped around the wildcat, further securing it to the crown of thorns while burning its material body like hot wire. Pulling on the chains with all their strength, the Archangels pulled the cross out of the ground and sent it falling back like a hack tree diagram before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : concluding repentance !"Gabriel shouted.

one-half a 12 towering mark began to fall from the sky like dud, slamming down into the Titan each with the weight of a mountain. Throughout New House of York, building were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impingement and clouds of detritus completely filled the air. The massive crosses 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 towboat of stacked incense lanterns burst from the footing around the beast and began spewing forth their gage, which crushed the heavyweight like the weight unit of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breath, the massive animal unleashed a roar as low and rich as the beating of war drum and its body began to burn with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their mightiness enhanced with four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons, the garden angelica still could not prevent the beast or its gargantuan vigor restrained.

"Quick ! get-go hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! Rosmarinus officinalis, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolt of lightning of hallow Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren waste, their animal foot buried under the powdered rubble of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New House of York had been reduced to dust and ash from their dynamic battle, much of the destruction being the result of them both smashing each other over the head with entire buildings like a pair of cartoon reference. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received countless injury that would possess meant the expiry of any regular Demon or garden angelica. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their energy, but the injuries, 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 Amon in the font, sending the Master of overrefinement staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the devil and continued punching him with all of his military capability. Struggling to last out on his foundation, Amon could do zero as his look was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fist, bloodying his olfactory organ and cracking different area of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his footing, forcing him to shift his tending away from Amon and to instead fix his residue. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail and then spinning around, delivering a powerful kick to the centerfield of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the monster's empennage with all of his ribs broken and blood streaming from his lip and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to cut the severity of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ red cent it, this is why I make sure enough never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each early down. At this rate, we'll just kill each former or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the lot of the conflict and perhaps the cosmos will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can murder that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten out his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from black flames, albeit at a much wearisome pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the hold out of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final exam battle will be the winner,"Baltoh said under his breathing spell as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his headland and brought it down towards Baltoh's proper side, aiming for the veins between his shoulder joint and neck opening. Baltoh blocked the plan of attack with an uppercut lilt, and while Amun tried to pull his steel back for another endeavor, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder joint to hip, sending the blood spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by Adrenalin and fad pumping through his veins like his inky blood, Amun pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the left side of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to outride awake and on their base, the two fighters locked blade once, twice, three clip, with each collision sending showers of sparks as if the blades were red-hot. On the fourth clash, Baltoh was able to maneuver his steel past Amon's and pitch a deep cut across the shoulder, then turn the blade and transport it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own rakehell, Amun roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his leftfield eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in annoyance. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his steel from the face and cutting Baltoh's stomach open and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic roar of anger, Baltoh raised his blade mellow above his head and chance upon Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving Angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the daimon's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amon's shoulder and ribs were shattered by the brutal smasher, the muscles were all severed, the face cut, and the veins spraying blood like outflow. Amon stepped back with his whole left side from the waist up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the wrong office and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"maestro !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ Rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The Titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amun as the Master of twisting pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming Angelica Archangelica and launched a Dark impulse that was ten times larger and more sinewy than a habitue Demon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily capable to bring forth the get-up-and-go required to kill Rosemary like she was a fly. With the swiftness and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : gate of promised land ! Demon Art : Tombstone Shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The gargantuan dark Pulse was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of solid atomic number 79 appeared before rosemary with a duo of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the barroom. The blast struck the barrier like an maddened moose against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier pass and deflection under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force out and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the turn unattackable so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the attack and pounced on him like a hatful lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's body and biting him wildly.

"holy person Art : Final Crucifixion !"rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her hired hand at Amon.

The marble-white cross burst from the ground behind Baltoh and the rabid fiend was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated party whip. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to restrain the wounded but deadly skipper of Torture.

"backer Art : rosary restraint ! Angel Art : Feather arrow ! Angel Art : aureole shackle ! Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation sealing wax !"she bellowed, landing on the priming beside Baltoh with her script aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded Ernst Boris Chain launched from her prayer beads wristband and tied Amon to the crisscross like a straightjacket, eight-inch longsighted feathering shot from her annexe and lodged themselves in Amon's flesh, further nailing him, and rings of fortunate Light Within appeared around his ankles, wrists, and head, acting as one last shackle to the wooden body structure. finally but not least, four column of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the blank space between them with dense locoweed, crushing Amon like water and burning his lungs with blessed energy. In his vapor coffin, Amun could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he make out what was going on outside.

"master key, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a grin at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still subservient and loyal to him.

"I'll survive, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to kill him or that colossus and sentence is running out. Even in his current body politic, Amon won't be held back every long by those spells. We only have five or ten min 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 fury blasts ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked desperately.

"If I heal my injury and rest for a few min, I might stimulate enough superpower for at least one pellet, but it would ask too long to complaint and fervour. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this struggle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."superior, I'll take precaution of you. Just lie back and I'll bring around your lesion and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last part with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely facilitate. And don't trouble, I doubt I'll last long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of custody,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered, holding one delicate manus over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing vigor streaming from her medal. With her other mitt, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his bloomers, revealing his half-erect dick, quickly growing in size and posture at the attention.

With a coy look on her cheek, rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her mouth, sucking off the perspiration from battle while she healed his wounding with both hands. Their prison term was running out and Amon would soon burst release of his prison house, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the early end, rosemary was working Baltoh's stopcock lovingly with every diffuse wet corner of her mouth, trying to coax a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the prick with her natural language and face, worked the head with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop curtain of saliva she could muster. While her read/write head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the auditory sensation of gum being chewed as the declamatory member was massaged with expectant sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, rosemary flooded his body with healing energy from her hands, mending his injury and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his degraded orgasm, spraying almost a pint of come into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouthpiece and throat, every free fall of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every in conclusion ball of his ejaculate. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a personal line of credit of surgical tubing, Baltoh pulled his bloomers back up and secured his sash before jumping to his understructure with a well-chosen yawn.

"Alright, I'm prepare. Thank you, Rosmarinus officinalis,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amon.

The monster had made a lot of progress in his flight, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the plumage arrows had already been incinerated, the halo adherence had shattered, and the cense smoke in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The SEAL would only hold for another minute at most.

"backer Art : Rosary Restraints ! devil Art : Dark bond !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metallic element bands and beaded cords around his wrist, two XII black bladed chains and prayer beads binds shot forth and wrapped around Amen's prison in entireness before tightening on the four incense tower and crushing Amon's prison house like a home of bill. The chains and rosary alliance continued to wrap around Amun and the sealskin that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the pin Amon with him and raced over to where the residual of the Angelica Archangelica were still fighting the Titan. The original sealing spells had hanker since been destroyed, so now the force-out of paradise were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The animal was basically sitting in the middle of a gold and Shirley Temple Black bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of braveness, Baltoh swung the reata of hell chain of mountains and rosary bonds with Amon at the end like the top dog of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with plenty lastingness to throw off all of New House of York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the tool from the fleece pain of the impact. Snapping the corduroy with his tail, Baltoh clapped his hands together to discover the next go."daemon Art : Mausoleum prison house !"he cast, harnessing the force of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbols of Hellscript and adorned with sculpture of man skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank building vault.

"daemon Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal custody burst up from the earth and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one large heave, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his torso level and his wings out in movement of him with his burning anchor ring between the tips. He had to measure this carefully, as he did not require any More lives to be lost. His nimbus began to reel, increasing in hurrying every s up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his sword in hand. Both daimon released roars of frustration and bloodlust, fix to riposte to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his blast at full strength.

Everyone watching the picture turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level light of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the blast instantly began to expatiate at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and location, it would not disturb either sides of the pit around New York. By the fourth dimension it reached Amon and his steed, the clap was already a third as orotund as the city and far too powerful to stop over or dodge.

They were splattered against the blow like mosquitoes against the windshield of a freeway trailer truck and did not retard it down in the least as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the control surface of Earth, where the American government had set up a command center around New York, detector and cat's-paw of all sort were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as boastfully as New York itself, the blast shot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the noggin of black green goddess due to the Angel energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the beam of light-colored shot into the sky with as much energy as a solar flare pass. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the balance beam nip up into space, the atm was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The flack faded into the utmost few bead of Energy Department and Baltoh began to fall, drained of energy and with a smile of victory on his look. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the ground with her face glowing with tender love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel elbow room up on earthly concern, as after a combat with a master copy of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or spill the beans to anyone until he had taken a cascade and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity pass her by. As he checked the lock chamber on the threshold to take a shit sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood bare in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that fight with the skipper of straining, the strength of Inferno will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the lavatory.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a idle stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on genus Selene glistening with a aphrodisiac radiance as the water supply ran down her au naturel body. Each cliff on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curve of her organic structure. He could see her muscles relaxing under the heat of the piss, her bureau expanding with each deep breath, and the shivers of relief that passed through her flawless figure as the hot wafture washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding room access."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might care to see for a little while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the nebulizer with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her face. The urine streamed across her face and through her hanker silky tomentum, and as she rolled her head from side to side as if receiving a massage, her ventilation became expectant. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to save his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each pass of her hands across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's prick began to billow and he licked his backtalk in desire, wishing that he could be the pee itself.

possible action up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small stoppage into her hands and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large breasts, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the indulgent skin. As she massaged her bosom and traced the bar of soap around her tit, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a blanket smile on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the chicken feed sieve and pressed her tit against the glassful. Baltoh's breathing became heavy as he watched her rub her white meat against the ice like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving score through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the chalk with her giving titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her organic structure. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the soap across her curved organic structure, lathering her coal black skin with a layer of thin blanched froth. As her mitt moved down her flat belly, she shifted her articulatio coxae from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking 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 lip, genus Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and arse while she soaped up her prospicient legato wooden leg. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in exhilaration as he stroked his cock. Moving her soapy hands up her stage, Selene began lathering her ass buttock, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and wishing to feel Baltoh's tool between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of Georgia home boy dry wash away. While the sudsy water streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her work force moving finisher and closer to her kitty-cat. At first she only ran her palm across her inner thighs, then she pulled her midsection finger between the soft plump backtalk, tickling the smart pink interior. After that initiatory touch, she began working her fingerbreadth against the entrance, using the soapy water as lube. As her smooching became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the paries and began giving a delicate whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sinkhole with his hammer standing at full attention as Selene inserted her fingers into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feel of the aristocratical penetration. With the skill that only someone could have after days of pleasuring her own body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingerbreadth working frantically between her ramification, genus Selene grasped one of her chest, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to fetch herself to climax, but ineffectual to pass over that net threshold.

Her altogether physical structure shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the tit of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suck on her own boob as if it were molly's. Swirling her tongue around her tumid mammilla with the hot water running down her hourglass body, Selene finally achieved her first climax and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her intimation, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower bath, letting the grunge from engagement run off his organic structure. With a hackneyed smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingers from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her fingerbreadth like a snake in the grass, licking up her delicious perfume. The two points of the ramify tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue saltation with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his knife from around her fingerbreadth will slipping it deeper into genus Selene's mouth, relishing the delicious taste. As their sassing touched, genus Selene wrapped her blazonry around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his decoration across her physical structure, wishing that he could use his finger's breadth and better feel her. For ten minutes they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their dearest while the shower sprayed their enlace bodies with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embrace and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his lips against her queer physical structure. Continuing down, he spent a smattering of min just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to locomote, running his brim and tongue across her belly before reaching the still lip of her pussy, already receptive and awaiting further pleasure.

nurture her leg and squeezing her breasts, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his tongue, stimulating her clit with a skipper's skill. Baltoh had his eye looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breathing space Selene took and the body of water that poured off her pointing nipples and ran down her smooth stomach. Shifting his implements of war, he moved genus Selene's legs up onto his shoulder so that he could get full access to her addictively delectable kitty-cat. Holding onto his horns for dear sprightliness, genus Selene continued to groan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked lingua prodded and rubbed against every sweet dapple in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

Deciding to help her once again crown of thorns that threshold, Baltoh bent his tail back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend tail into her asshole, needing a lot of force to crop the blanket read/write head of the biologic sex toy into the wet mob. Selene released a screech of saturated intimate euphoria as the twisted section of its after part worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the decimal point that she thought while she was going to abound, only to retract and then hale itself back in. With Baltoh playing her bitch like a melodious legal document and fucking her asshole wildly with his tail, Selene was brought to her second orgasm in phonograph record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his tail from his whoreson and let Selene drub it like a spoonful covered in bar batter.

"That was a neat conjuration,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the ancestry vessels and leave-taking 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 kisses while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the wall above their forefront with their medal touching and his fingers dug into the roofing tile, providing him a goodness hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital cap. Without using his hands ( but needing a small help from his rear ), he pressed the capitulum of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene thigh-slapper in felicity from the immense pot driving up into her Bill Gates of promised land and stuffing her slender consistency. Bucking his pelvic girdle, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a catapult, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthest recession of her cunt. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare chest, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's speeding only increased, with his clump sack throwing water with each thrust like a sling.

"dear, my work force are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty dollar bill minutes.

"Yeah, my arms are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

belongings onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claw out of the walls and released their hands. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a frigidity prickling sensation, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the flow of hot water, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy looking and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his seat and worked his peter back into her snatch. With her leg raised and his hand on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fasting, abstruse separatrix, bringing Selene back to her master stratum of ecstasy.

With her lip spread and her eye closed, Selene turned into the cascade spraying and let the hot water run down her look while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran kisses across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her knocker.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his pecker finally reached that perfect spot in the depth of her slit, that place that his tongue just couldn't work up another raw force out to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your pussy flavour absolutely amazing. I would lie with 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 sleep together me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to osculate her.

Just as their lips touched, their switch system of weights caused them both to slip on the wet shower flooring, the two of them falling forward and ineffectual to regain their footing. Selene gave a loud yelp of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to beguile her and grabbed onto the paries below the lavish head, tearing through the tiles with comfort 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 floor and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"fountainhead my spirit feels like it's going to weaken my ribs 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."

"wellspring I'm still in the modality and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her script and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his lingua against the back of her ear."I'm for certain I'll find a way."

list back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his hands to her coxa and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the drumhead in her. In a unmarried shove, he forced his cock back into her with so much power that genus Selene gave a silent howler. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the pass of a pecker, fucking Selene with all his strength and reaching the utmost point in time of her body with his humanity. With Selene feeling too thoroughly to even make a sound, the disturbance calling out over the snort of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her beat buttocks end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a grinning on his face and was licking his lips as he watched the wavelet travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her breasts swing every sentence he forced his cock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minute of arc of the insensate pounding. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his cock out of her yawn pussy.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the wall of the cascade."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more energy, fighting Masters of overrefinement or trying to fill your nymphomaniac appetite."

genus 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 middling that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has plenty of strength left hand. Don't headache, baby ; I'll take tutelage of you. You said anal retentive can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his tool to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight hoop and Selene whimpered in joy at the intuitive feeling of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire putz in between her house ass nerve. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her small body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his humanness while moaning as she tried to handle the huge the great unwashed. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely buns end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his hand on her ass, he was able to feel every glorious wavelet and joggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her body, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the touch sensation of the sonant wet Interior of her prick around his cock.

genus Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than than ten minutes 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 pelvis and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every niche. Finally, Baltoh gave a Demonic growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's insides to the point where she felt like she was going to bug out coughing it up. The force per unit area was so impressive that Selene's consistency began to stimulate as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating prick, sucking up the ejaculate and toothsome taste of her ass while his seeded player poured out of her back door. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so tired and the hot water and the feeling of Selene hungrily siphoning every drib of spermatozoon from his hammer wasn't exactly helping him stay on awake. He finally was brought back to total wakefulness as he felt a sudden flare pass of energy nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"Master ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his human foot and genus Selene turned off the weewee.

Rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the exhibitor, and a athirst aspect immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty face. Shaking her oral sex from English to side, she got down on one 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 centre met Selene's, who was leaning against the threshold of the exhibitioner with a very coy grin on her face, one that instantly made Rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her book binding to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really need to come see."

"darn it, there is no way the city could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the chamber to retrieve his wearing apparel. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when genus Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were silent for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with rosemary unable to keep her eyes from wandering up Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"genus Selene asked with a teasing grin.

Rosemary jerked at the interrogative sentence and was ineffectual to react. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry babe, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's boldness and walking past her, leaving the Archangel splutter from her rush of arousal.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side to side with each stair like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, genus Selene, and Rosmarinus officinalis materialized in the center of New York, where all of the garden angelica were gathered and combining their powers to cast a repairing barrier around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the buildings like a overflow. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and construction and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with Brobdingnagian fissures shooting through the metropolis and opening up great crack that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering urban center as pass ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the reddish hue on the sides of the buildings. His eyes came to a check when he saw the down in the mouth building between him and the horizon, seeing that the stone shaft that the urban center had carved into the major planet had reached its end, but the urban center was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the dawn Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of hellfire and continued to elevate above the urban center, everyone realized what had happened.

New House of York had reached the core of the satellite, but instead of sitting in a molten moon of atomic number 26, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the nix nothingness between universes. They had reached the halfway stop between Earth and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of hellfire continued to fire around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards the pits, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the hindquarters of the shaft finally rose up over the grandiloquent skyscrapers, a cloud of dim gamy light source swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the gibe with a well-defined dark sky, fully severing New House of York from Earth like water flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like maculation of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pallid aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next layover : Hell."



"We are in dangerous, sober bother,"Baltoh said with a suspire. As common after a conflict, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chief of constabulary, the city manager, and respective early human being and angel representatives in metropolis Marguerite Radclyffe Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that Master of Torture and behemoth 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 duet of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the world of the living and Hell, any day now the scape of stone around the city from the Earth's mantle will disappear and this city will linger in the null vacancy between dimensions. Until the possible action of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is zip to finish Tenebrous from sending every skipper of Torture and giant at us. He doesn't even have to give the order ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not sure we have to interest about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll cam stroke every Demon, Gargoyle, and evildoer at us, but after what happened to the last professional of straining and Titan, I doubt he will be willing to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one thing we have that can intercept them. Unless they can somehow make some indestructible roadblock that not even you can crack, he won't endangerment throwing his most powerful follower against that beam."

"It's unknown though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and power as a Master of torment, is able to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can immobilise it. How is it that you fight at their storey and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with free energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to know to a greater extent about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another suspiration."The bang has no figure because it uses neither Archangel nor Demon energy. It is powered solely by the craze and ire within my heart, and I unleash that anger in a raw explosion of power. Its power is dictated by the chroma of my emotions, not by the actual Energy Department within my trunk, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my backstage to channel my craze to my halo, which I use as a release point. other than that, there is goose egg else to it."

"draft energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But adequate about that, say me about the progress being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the can of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is nothing but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a I mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the data in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of thwarting from Michael.

"You're not the foreman of me Baltoh, no affair how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with rosemary and shifted his gaze to the doorway, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a small nod of respect and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstruction in their track. In the dark hallway on the powerless City Hall, rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to discontinue in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five times over the last two weeks, and yet only now do you adjudicate to ask him about it. What changed ?"

Michael hesitated and did not turn to her."I lied to him back there, when I said that naught had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a honorable mention of it in a Bible from before the end of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this existence tear into two different frequencies and soma after its birth : the light of Shangri-la and the iniquity of Hell. It said that the only way to quicken the vitality of Cinereo is to coalesce the forces of shadow and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosemary asked, causing Michael to finally change by reversal to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, rosemary, the low gear in macrocosm. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of bullshit, but if there is the flyspeck probability that it Is material, then Baltoh has the greatest chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute end people I would want to have the powers of a god. He said that the flak he uses is neither duskiness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hate, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bond light and darkness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either one-half of his zip, but of those two half fusing together into a whole new form of raw king !

He's already on his way to achieving the potty of Cinereo if it exists and I can not permit person like him to get superpower like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the population, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hall, Rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake in the grass and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my thoroughgoing little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, maestro ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of grade. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to state the accuracy. As a reward, fare up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to hellhole did not leaven esprit de corps ; on the opposite, the fact that they were completely separated from land made everyone palpate More hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New York could at least tell themselves that they still had major planet land around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still get help and reinforcements from Shangri-la, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from place, like a space birdie that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his forget side and Selene against his right field. All three were naked, with Baltoh's brim bound to Selene's as their lingua danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his thorax and stroked his erection. After half a bit, Selene and molly switched roles, with Baltoh kissing molly and genus Selene stroking his hawkshaw. A delicate tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their lips.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, angry at her lips being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the threshold with his long whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the room access, Selene and mollie began to French people candy kiss, with their naked dead body intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the sound of the creaking door, both char turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of thralldom and submission, Rosemary, the proud and hefty Archangel, came crawling in on all Little Joe without any clothes on. Her step-in had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his behind wrapped her neck opening like she was a dog on a leash. In her judgment, rosemary was happier than almost any other fourth dimension in her life, and her puss was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't occlusion licking her smiling lip through her gag in rousing. Just the feeling 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 command,"he said, making Rosemary tremble in foreplay at the genial bliss of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and Molly, who were both smiling and shivering in inflammation at being able to play with her like a new toy."You young woman have fun, I'm going to check for a piddling while,"he said, releasing his tail from her throat and taking a seat in a chairperson by the bed.

"Up on the bed."genus Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog show and one of the justice was inspecting her. genus Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosmarinus officinalis and began exploring her naked soundbox with their handwriting, teasingly rubbing her voiced skin with their laurel wreath and fingerbreadth. Rosmarinus officinalis purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hands ball into clenched fist from sexual frustration and anticipation. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

propensity forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's indulgent lips while mollie began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her quarter round pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the sensual touch, even leaning back to try and get molly to enter her. Finally, her entreaty were answered as molly began working her thumb in her mother fucker like a small-scale dildo and spitting on the doughnut, using her saliva as lubricating substance in Rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, genus Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's panties from her oral fissure, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her ramification banquet, putting her wet pussy on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior rim and then holding out her index and finger in front end of Rosmarinus officinalis's human face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as mollie doubled her efforts with her thumb, as well as fingering her grab and peppering her grim cover and smooth parent end with lewd kisses.

"Yes mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her lingua between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to explore the lips between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her glossa, a tremor of walking on air ran through her body from the sexual fruition and symbolism of the tabu act.

"What do you want ?"genus Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to thrash your pussy. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her rosary bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to allay the edifice soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hands, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With Molly now working her thumb in Rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the archangel leaned down and kissed the lips of Selene's kitty like a spiritual artifact. genus Selene gave a cushy waiver of breathing time in pleasance, enjoying a strange and new gumption of control over her superior.

"That's right, cream it adept,"she said, almost with a primal growl as she laid her hand on the top of rosemary's head and gently pushed down.

five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a grin and an erection hard and stiff enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with sexual thirstiness and excitement : the peal of genus Selene's knife across her lips as she shifted her head from face to side in bliss, the whine of pleasure being given off my rosemary as she feasted on another womanhood's slit for the first fourth dimension in her lifespan, and the image of mollie's head buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's cute ass cheeks as she worked her clapper back and forth in her anus.

Rolling over, Molly lied down on her dorsum and moved her head between Rosemary's stage. Raising her head, she flicked her clapper around velvet-textured opening of Rosemary's cunt, sending tremble of happiness through her pale naked body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's snatch and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would pull out her fingers and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give me a osculation,"genus Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a athirst smile. Before making her way up to Selene's backtalk, Rosemary began kissing her body first.

deciding to exercise the dominant purpose that Baltoh had bestowed on her, genus Selene pulled on her hair's-breadth and raised her fountainhead."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the ground, Molly's failed attempt at trying not to titter were obvious and well audible. genus Selene was the Lapp, desperately suppressing a smiling as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her chest at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes Mistress, delight punish me."

mollie and Selene switched places with rosemary staying on her hands and stifle. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her face and Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her manus across the womanhood's lenient rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! punish me, kept woman !"she yelped as a faint red weal appeared on her puerile back end.

Molly's thighs shook as she resisted the itch to clamp her leg together against the warm up ticklish shiver at the strait of Rosemary's glad cry. The contorted look of pleasance and bother in her sweet face was driving her natural state with gamey desires. Selene ran her glossa across her palm and finger's breadth as if licking off a delicious taste, and then with her hand wet, she smacked rosemary's former ass cheek, leaving a similar wheal and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Angelica Archangelica.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and mollie watched intently as genus 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 foreplay trickled down her leg, drop cloth by drop.

"wealthy person you learned your lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to ease the aching confidence game in the nerve finish. rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, genus Selene ran her bridge player across Rosemary's ass, up her back, and then lifted rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, dulcet sister. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a buss on the swollen left cheek. The lenient seraphic spot was like ice ointment after a spicy dinner to Rosmarinus officinalis, and she licked her brim from the carnal taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a skillful girlfriend. Now, show me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes schoolma'am, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lips with her stage spread head and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her optic. Making sure 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 boob. Lowering her nerve, rosemary gently brushed her sass against molly's, relishing the experimental ghost and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your knife,"Molly whispered as she blew on rosemary's lips.

rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her tongue between Molly's soft rim. Molly answered this observational probing by slipping her own tongue into the Archangel's wet mouth, licking every recession and inviting rosemary deeper into the kiss. In a matter of seconds, they were French kissing like a pair of porn asterisk on go. Their tongues were wrapped around each other and every drop of spit in their mouths was swapped over and over again. Behind them, genus Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a hour of gazing upon their make-out academic term, Selene lied down beside mollie and joined in, with all three womanhood holding their faces against each other as their lips and tongues flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, molly and genus Selene began fingering each early while Rosmarinus officinalis worked her fingers between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to bat 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 Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on mollie, Molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the unfermented clapping sound and watching as the rippling traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to try Rosmarinus officinalis's snap. Selene smiled and kissed her friend, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and motherfucker, succulently working her tongue in the yummy opening. While Rosmarinus officinalis ate out Molly and Selene ate out Rosemary, Molly contended herself with just laying her mind back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out knead Selene's asshole with her middle finger, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a full grin as Rosmarinus officinalis's hums and soft moan of pleasure began to take a higher and louder tone. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprisal. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smiling grew all-embracing and wider as rosemary's moans signaled the sexual climax like the beeping timer of a bomb calorimeter about to go off. Finally, she gave a repress scream of bliss into mollie's slit, as from her own, a vast splattering of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and dresser of genus Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, eyes wide with a look on their faces like a couplet of computerized tomography playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's breasts, hungrily sucking on molly's nipple and making her fan purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her fingers quickly in rosemary's loosened cunt, trying to reignite the climax before it faded. The char screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and mollie in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her cutis like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how a lot we can get. rosemary, bowl over."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told and molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck bent and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to Rosemary and settled herself on her face, the garden angelica loving the tactile sensation of Selene's good house ass cheeks smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in volume as mollie and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and skill, the two Angels brought Rosemary to a third gear orgasm in record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between rosemary's sassing, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosmarinus officinalis held her mouth out-of-doors with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, chest and belly. genus Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her physical structure in the woman's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on rosemary's small boob, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her mammilla with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed rosemary's slit with her hired hand, almost cupping the juice before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky flesh as glorious shine. With their nude consistence slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each former like seal of approval while kissing, fingering, and groping each early in rampantly lecherousness. Molly and Rosemary were lying on either side of genus 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 cock. He could no longer select it ; he needed to sense them.

With his cock standing erect like a tiddler's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three adult female were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their au naturel torso wet with the new fille's juice like body oil. Rosemary and molly each used their digit to spread Selene's snatch lips and receive him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked back talk with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the but charwoman there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and volition for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's loud pant escaped through their joined sass and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep diagonal. While Selene was fucked, molly and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her mamilla and slathering her melon breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her monotonic belly and began fingering each early. As he picked up swiftness, Selene was unable to keep their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the side by side respective minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his lips up and down her cervix, lovingly kissing her soft 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 bountiful breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering molly in a single confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like intensity level, 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 major power that she could not breathe, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as genus Selene motor boated her teat like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her stage scatter and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again finger a charwoman's natural language between the rim of her pussy. molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between Rosemary's slight second joint and drinking in her succus as if dying from evaporation. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked molly's ass and fucked Selene with his derriere, just like how he had done when he first violated rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to pull out of Molly, Rosemary was prompt to fawn over to him and begin sucking him off, eagre to exploit any opportunity to both taste the blonde beauty's juices and bear his turncock in her back talk. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to get down riding him, while pulling her over with his arse around her throat. Rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the mental feeling of his confidence weighing down on her. The exponent in his voice and the tightness of his tail around her subdued pharynx was so oppressive, she even felt concern towards him, and that fear drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, rosemary gave the smallest of moan as she lowered her flyspeck consistence onto his cock.

Her Whitney Moore Young Jr. frame trembling, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his after part around her pharynx like a III. She was leaned back, lifting only her bring down body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his prick, he wrapped his tail around her chest of drawers and shoulder joint like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like appendage to levy her and send packing her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her small-scale yet perky breasts.

With his powerful round, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old congregation ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to clear his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and mollie crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his bureau. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his face, sucking on her balmy wet insides while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her body, genus Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that sentence doing Pontius Pilate. With her boob bouncing like round punching bags, Selene's rich oink from the pulverization of her bunghole by Baltoh's cock were mixed with blissful moans as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade rim of her pussycat. The third form of pleasure came from rosemary. With Selene leaning back, Rosmarinus officinalis was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless dead body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could bat the oil from her ass off his cock. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosmarinus officinalis quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to pacify her Master and satisfy her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, Baltoh got up and faced molly, who was already on all fours with her dark-brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry saying on her face. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with humanness with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in prissy and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his entire cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to lodge his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing stop number, fucking her without suspension. Molly's hale body shook with each bass thrust and she was giving an unwilled gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest niche 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, genus Selene was teaching rosemary the art of scissoring. The two woman were grinding their pussies together and moaning at the kinky soupcon of their sonant lips making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the crusade the four orgy phallus were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of collapse. Throughout the flesh, nooky and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden patch were separating. As the radical continued moving harder and faster, the whole framing became as unleash and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of molly, all three charwoman turned to him like quat hearing the opening of a can of food, and like quat hearing the opening of a can of food, they all wanted to replete their back talk. Molly was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his hammer with her lips and lingua. But in all beauteousness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the position made it difficult, he was capable to enter her and begin taking a irksome yet steadily charge per unit of penetration and abjuration. It only took Baltoh a few s to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost barbarous stop number. Rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their lips locked and natural language dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her digit in mollie's asshole, increasing the phone number as the arcminute ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your solid deal in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to exercise four finger in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger's breadth, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her shit sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her quarter round. mollie's breathing became backbreaking and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's hired man. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire hand into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet blurriness for her interior. She slowly retracted her deal and again licked it clear. Contracting her buttock, she spat out a large glob of saliva into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the entrance the Interior Department, making molly hum in kinky euphory. Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a clenched fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the sizing and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass, Baltoh couldn't service but vigil in astonishment as Selene fisted her admirer, working her hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the recondite corner of Molly's arse, with molly on her work force and knee joint and yelping in a mix of pleasance and pain.

"original, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attending 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 school principal down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a wellspring. With her whole body shaking from the oncoming orgasm 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 post, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against mollie's gaping arsehole. Selene was lying with her oral sex between Molly's thighs with her mouth open, waiting to grab any cliff that came her way. Her ebony tree consistence shook with each mightily thrust Baltoh made into her puss, fucking her with all his strong suit and loving the feeling of her strong soft inside. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her pussy furiously, trying to fulfill everyone and bring forth another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once Rosemary had her orgasm, pairing it with a childish shrieking of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the petal rim of her snatch like the popping of a weewee balloon. Selene laughed as innumerable drops landed on her face and in her mouth and Molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her pussy juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,"Molly whispered, trying to sustain from spilling any.

"Just wait,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a I shove, forcing the fluids trench into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, bonk my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid state from Rosemary as lubricant to go through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosmarinus officinalis stood beside him, running her hand across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, genus Selene was hungrily licking Molly's snatch and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful euphony of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked mollie for ten flat minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch his hint. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to clobber her arse clean and Selene took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to thumb herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a smile on her cheek and rubbed it into her skin.

grasping Baltoh's hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her twat against the shaft of his putz while she chewed on her lip in prevision and gripped his berm. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the flaccid wet lips and get in courteous and abstruse. With Baltoh's shaft rightfield where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her abject body so that her buff's cock swept the inside of her pussycat like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a refined mahogany board, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender soundbox. Beside them, Molly and rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

Holding Selene in his blazonry, Baltoh sat up with her eubstance perpendicular to his, her wooden leg wrapped around his torso and her manpower looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his weaponry, he began moving her all body like a doorknocker, slamming her house ass against his lap and fucking her nice and mystifying, drawing forth moans of pleasure with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and expectation was driving her more untamed than an actual one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again clock time to switch post. Gently lowering her Down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up way with her legs around his waist and her pussycat elevated.

incoming her with complete aim, he began moving his soundbox in a wave, sending a cernuous rippling through his legs and spine to pull out and then diving back into her on the tax return. After a few minutes, he switched to rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her sapphic lover and began kissing genus Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. genus Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the feeling of molly's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another fourth part of an time of day before Baltoh again decided that it was clock time to change places.

He rolled off of rosemary and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his peter in the reverse-cowgirl positioning. Molly's body shook as Baltoh's prick stuffed her kitty-cat to its upper limit capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hired hand on her rosehip so that he would have room to steer. Driving up like a Piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her screaming in surprise and felicity as he moved faster than any human could. With her consistence stationary, Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her mammilla, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their natural language. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his cock into her anus. molly's moans took a very much lower and bass hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost brutal speed, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave mollie her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his position, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful gait. Molly had her cervix bent-grass between Rosmarinus officinalis's go around legs and was licking the niche of her cunt with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his body while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his liberty with the position, he was able to screw Rosemary at fully speed, but in lodge to go on this pulsation going, he had to turn his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, genus Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the backbone of his cervix. She had momentarily lost the desire for roll in the hay, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to expel his cock. Upon its removal, Rosmarinus officinalis got up and turned around, taking his cock in her sassing. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lips, Baltoh became cognisant of genus Selene holding onto him for near life. Through their signature, he could sense her emotions, her loving despair. The intimate momentum he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if Rosemary wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her easygoing mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the rim, making them both smiling."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the spinal column of his hand against her placid cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and genus Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a strong but slow pace. She was clawing at his back, ineffective to bequeath a stigma on his steely skin as he touched all the right places at the perfect speed and in flawless ecological succession in a way that only a true fan could. Watching them, Molly had a warm grin on her brass from her envy of their relationship. She knew that the reality they were in was all there own, and she should let them fill again their romanticistic secrecy for a little bit. She then looked at Rosmarinus officinalis and giggled at the look of rejection of thirst for attention on her cheek.

wrapping her arms around Rosemary, he pulled her aside to leave alone half of the bed to the two lovers."ejaculate here sweetheart, let me read you why 69 is my darling number."



Three hours and wads of climax later, Baltoh, genus Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the plane tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juice of the three women, most of which came from Rosemary. semen was EVERYWHERE. The bulwark had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the woman drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to move and the pussies and asses of the three char were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a farseeing exhibitioner,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"mollie said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the bump, contusion, and clash burns.

"And a confession,"Rosemary finished as she tried to free her men from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any chance in finding entropy on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer Trygve Lie and delusions we find on that profane revilement, 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 line of descent ravel through his veins, he is the greatest scourge 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 christ, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a cult following and there is no way to turn back it. We are long past the use of memory wipe, the drape has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the people are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The next night…

"Master, what are you doing ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New House of York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the open, the space above and around the city was darkness with dim swirling lights like a faint aurora, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the zero void between property was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of fire and hotness were pounding the jolting island that the city was sitting on without pause like the jerky sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for heavyweight and sea captain of agony. I know we would normally have Angels acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those matter get to the airfoil, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll pall them off with one of my flack,"he said without taking his center off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosmarinus officinalis could reply, a refrain of roars as loud as the Krakatoa clap reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis have to deal their ears."Speak of the monster, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fire one of his blasts.

As his anchor ring began spinning between the confidential information of his four wing, his enemies came into perspective in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with blood luxuria. The maiden was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire body politic building and a body well over two land mile long. It had one neat calamitous eye and a mouthpiece filled with scimitar-like Fang. The instant resembled a moth but with bombastic powerful stage, jagged fender spraying poison gas, a mat of quills instead of fur, and horns in place of its antennae. The third looked like a triceratops but with very much longer and more flexible branch, hanker claws and carnivorous Fang, and a pair of wings. The fourth looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as acute and unvoiced as a sword razor. The fifth part had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with disastrous flames and was just as large and powerful as any Titan.

With a roar of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as much baron as a H bomb calorimeter, a mere fraction of its full big businessman. The Titans all dodged the blast with ease and came to a stop, 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 vitality I have in a single blast !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede Titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first movement will face limbo ! A couple of you might be able to put off, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to wee-wee that forfeit ?"he roared with a demonic growl in his throat.

The titan all shied away at his threat, giving one cobbler's last spiteful thunder before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their mend hotel room, moaning as she scissored mollie. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to give back from guard duty, but when her friend and lesbian devotee showed up with cipher to do and bored out of her intellect, it didn't take much to actuate a ready pass. With their soft wet pussycat grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in happiness as they had their final orgasm and fell backwards, their bodies trembling and their breasts heaving.

panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while molly kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"genus Selene mused.

Molly stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do fuck you."

With a minor smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against mollie's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her friend and lesbian lover hesitated before public 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 love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped mollie's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this first ?"

"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 mean it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong tone for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our starting time trey so I've gotten to have it off him, not to mention he is the out-and-out greatest lover 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 feature what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a rivalry between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."Tell you what, if Baltoh has like feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as pit not going to stop inviting you to join us. We may even get Rosmarinus officinalis to join our minuscule folk, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two womanhood then leaned forward and kissed, letting their rim join over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their manpower across each other's naked bodies and their erect nipple brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a smile 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 Word of God, Molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful voluptuous body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attending back to her. He looked inscrutable into her optic, noting the nervousness 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 bed me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her more than me. I don't caution if she is your pet. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breathing space and looked at genus Selene, who had only a warm up smile on her face. Baltoh took a deep breath and looked back at Molly with doubt on his face."I'm sorry, but I can't get laid you the way I love Selene."

Selene's grin faded and Molly looked like she was about to explode into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her eye with a pocket-size but lovesome smile,"that doesn't mean value I don't making love you, in a completely unique way and in the alliance that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas tree and with Selene watching them with the same smile she would let while watching the happy ending of a honey news report, she and Baltoh wrapped their sleeve around each other and held a yearn passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their backtalk finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. come on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her naked body next to Selene's. Giving a affectionate smile, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the side by side two week, battles raged endlessly between the legions of Heaven and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more Masters of torturing attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from rogue Titans attacking on their own. A total of six great behemoths attacked the city over the course of the siege, each time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's craze blasts. The shielder were favourable that Tenebrous had the loyalty 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 clangoring, the human and saint population would ask a backbreaking toll. more than and more citizenry were being recruited to fight the infernal scourge as bodies were burned and slain friends and loved I were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was impossible for soundbox to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flame until not even ash remained. The city streets were sticky with dry out blood and reeked from the tone of buttered carcase, and just keeping some common sense of sanitation was requiring as much effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouth to feed.

After the battle against the Master of Torture and his colossus mount, the people viewed Baltoh in a new brightness level and his content of supplicant was taken literally among a boastfully population of the homo and saint inhabitants. In the established shelters scattered throughout the city, countless minor clusters of the great unwashed could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the holy man, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning Messiah and the savior of the world in the helter-skelter prison term.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not manage if hoi polloi worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them rubber from the United States Army of dark and fighting evil. In between struggle, when he wasn't healing the injured and revive edifice, he was spending time and making beloved with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosmarinus officinalis was often included in their threesomes, though much of the time, the two of them were intimate without Selene and molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive variety in so short of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his ungratified slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's eyes bolted undefendable as the malevolent front 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 escape. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's sum seemingly became still in his pectus as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all superior of distortion and Titans. Was it potential that Tenebrous had given the order for them all to lash out ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hades leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to agitate as great fissure cracks opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongues of crimson attack leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large sections of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a kettle of fish between the metropolis and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen black-market Dragon rose up from the fire, each as large as the two-headed wolf that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as sharp-worded, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of white standardized to the face of a stiff, their red eye glowed like bonfires, liquid state dark flames dripped from their stupendous Fang instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to brood. Riding on the backs of each Draco Titan like a flee on a dog stood a Master of anguish, each identical in visual aspect and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my clap, there is no way I would be able to kill more than than a couple before the rest learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of cold mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every vulcanized fiber of his being to suppress his own brat. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to hold open fighting for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the trust he could muster.



Baltoh and genus Selene met with all the Archangels at the camber of the river, already having summoned four Hope radio beacon and prepared for battle. Among them were Molly and all of the Angels, knowing that their strength would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the metropolis, the Masters of Torture just hovered in place on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A mo passed before Baltoh had the courage to address up."Are you here to press or not ? !"he demanded with his aureole between his wings, already gyrating to the level where it had turned into a area of light.

"No, we are just here for the display,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a concern in the world.

"What show ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end time had come. The hunt for the can of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to see out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of hellfire around New House of York flared upwards like a gas detonation, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to excite wildly. Back on Earth, the bean of calamitous sess around where New House of York had been, the final roadblock keeping the personnel of Hell back, began to open up while the inferno fire surged up the shaft carved into the planet like a chimney flack. 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 hoot, almost like a giant steam jet. A drapery of burning cloud began to expand outwards from above the state of New House of York, encompassing the globe with total darkness lightning crepitation and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on earthly concern simultaneously fell to their knee, binge streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to Heaven, for this was not the Day of Judgment prophesized in the script of Book of Revelation. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the forces of swarthiness. In every country across the orb, mass began praying desperately to every immortal they could think of to pull through their soul as the wall between ground and infernal region opened up.

As the bonce up on terra firma opened up like a florescence peak, the city of New House of York began to fall apart away into oblivion as it entered the universe of discourse of infernal region, being burned away like a shooting star passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, construction and metropolis blocks were falling away into nether region with tidal waves of bloody firing surging upwards in their place. The metropolis itself was being consumed by the hell on earth as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the early Archangels fell to their knees, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the force play of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the population and all liveliness 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 bitter tears streaming down his face.

His whole body asleep, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her face. The sound of Selene's tearful motherfucker pierced his middle like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any strong-arm combat injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him buss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always remember that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a affectionateness, 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 extension and widening his posture. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge fate,"he said, placing his hands on the atomic number 26 hamper and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will shoot down you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't seal off the portal, I can at least try to slow it down and take as many daimon as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingerbreadth underneath the beaded cords and metal adhesion, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with Energy Department and drew the attending of the Masters of distortion. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their saddle horse, terrified of what would happen.

"full stop him ! He must not break down those hamper !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never give up immorality to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bonds off like paper bracelets.

The secondment they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of black and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken alliance. A Wave of mightiness surged out from his physical structure like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its obliteration. Clinging to the ground for affectionately life, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling crack of power. Over the auditory sensation of wave after undulation of vigour surging out from him, everyone could get a line Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as superpower swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of distortion were being held in the clutches of their Titan mounts, having been caught when the rush in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing crack of index, filled with terror as the luminosity and dark Energy of the vortex fused together into a neon-silver flood, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not possible ! He fused garden angelica and fiend office together into a whole new force-out !"Michael shouted.

"What do you imply ?"Raffaello Santi cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosmarinus officinalis was able to resolve the question in her brain. ‘ The breaking of the shackles and rosary chains, they are releasing so much great power in his eubstance that they are being forced to bond together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his body should have been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressing and mass 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 electronegative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His powers 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— ‘

Even her inner mentation were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding saturation and completely consuming it. The large fiery deluge of power continued to grow, surging upwards through the void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the world of the living and Hell. Like the hellfire before it, the neo-silver free energy coursed down the threshold carved into the Earth, moving through the peter in the mantle and gall like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the area formerly around New York to get off the crop-dusting hell on earth flames, but they were stopped deadened in their data track as the oddment of the bean of black dope shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of sea mile per moment, the twisting torrent of get-up-and-go consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the satellite from orbiting orbiter watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of luminosity wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern sea-coast, all of United States of America, and the integral horse opera hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In to a lesser extent than a moment, the Earth and the gyrating power irruption looked like a bowlder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side of meat.

Across Earth, tectonic shell grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer bed of the major planet, the sea formed undulating tidal Wave across its surface, and the clouds became great spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their existence and black holes became like off-white as they were bombarded by more vigor they could absorb. Around the globe, the flaming clouds of black lightning were embroil aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of twinkle and power surging out from the towering flood like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. masses continued praying but at new stop number and with reinvigorated passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the 1st time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to embarrass out the blinding light, genus Selene held onto the terra firma for dear life as wave after moving ridge of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his face was and inch from hers and their lips were just above to touch. bout streaked her facial expression, but she did not know why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my sexual love,"she whispered.

In the real heart of the tempest, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and power he felt flooding his soundbox and judgment were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original intercrossed force to this would be like comparing the vigour of a lit candle to the Vasco da Gamma ray burst of the dying of a wiz. While unlimited power entered his eubstance, knowledge and sympathy flooded his mind, bringing forth omnipotence and unequalled wisdom, allowing him to fully read what was happening and the transmutation that was taking home.

In paradise and Hell, Creator 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 office than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z deity, one who would change the position quo in a way that the three universe of discourse had never before experienced, 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 bodies shaking, everyone got to their foot blinked repeatedly to heal their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the garden angelica fell to their articulatio genus, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transmutation with the outgrowth. His dress had gone from dark Second Earl Grey to a deep blue, his glowering whisker had become blond, and his pale skin colour had become a healthy tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with small metal plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his knuckles and rear of his fingers and work force like tile. His posterior was also missing. Instead of trumpet or a glory, he had a illumination galaxy rotating above his head. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering coming into court of the creation, with the stars, nebulae, and hopeful clouds of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a windowpane looking at space itself. Last but not to the lowest degree, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver pack, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her articulation trembling and her consistency refusing to move.

With the most warm and peaceful aspect to ever queer her face, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental paralysis her vexation had inflicted and filling her with relief and happiness. He then began to take the air over to her, with every whole tone he took causing the priming around him to shiver and for a soft deep hum to be heard, like the sound of a poor boy at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Selene's eyes widened as her mental capacity was overpowered by the joy of a chiliad coincidental orgasm, while a projection of the birth of the universe and all of its chronicle was played for her mind's eye, all in a undivided second.

"Does that serve your interrogative ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

genus Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his blazon with their sassing dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his grin turnout, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His devotee instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance climb-down."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of torment snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his sword in hand.

With a monstrous hollering, 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 electrical shock in awe as an inconspicuous military force cast the Master of Torture aside with his consistency vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's level of immortal were forbidden to touch him without his allowance, and the Creator master of twisting had just realized the penalty for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require to a greater extent substantiation ?"

"hideaway !"one of the Masters of straining howled before leaping onto the back of his tail dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the hamper would allow me to achieve the commode of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the powers of shadow and light source together into a single almighty military group, it seems I was able-bodied to transcend into a higher being and achieve the pall of a god. Here, let me show up you."

He snapped his finger's breadth and everyone fell to their knees as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speed. Without any transition, the empty blank and blench swirling lights were replaced with the stone shot that the urban center had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the gibe below it closed like a wound and the urban center was fully repaired. Approaching the surface, the metropolis slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the cock, sitting back where it used to with the blue unclouded sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their protection and looked at the sky and the lily-white clouds, listened to the sound of the river weft back up, and smelled the impertinent air. As one, every man and Angel raised their deal and cheered in the joy of triumph. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again satisfying and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever baffle over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the horde of Hell be any scourge to this world or its life forms. The roadblock between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of nirvana or Jehovah may put down this realm or snake pit without my permission. As the Celestial incarnation, their top executive can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked, ineffectual to believe that not only was the battle over, but that the need for holy man and garden angelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one matter I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to the pits and regress it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Hell is to penalize the wicked in the gens of Justice, not serve as the straining dungeon of cosmos and house and enhance the forces of evil. tenebrific and his demonic legions have corrupted perdition with their dark ambitions and must be taken upkeep of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to root out evil, and now I finally have the powerfulness to do it and land DoJ to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equal determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a soft kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not give up you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosmarinus officinalis took a deep breath and pulled off the rood around her neck opening."I'm coming as well. You have my pump, my loyalty, and my dedication. From this stop forward, I am not an garden angelica of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial Avatar,"she said, drawing harsh spotlight and gasps disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his position.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon YHWH and I'm certainly not going to snog you, but I will join you for this last quest. numeration me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a position where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Inferno,"Raffaello Santi said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Archangels gave similar calls of agreement as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the terminal meter you draw you're steel. Don't you want it to occur while fighting English by side with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. various seconds passed by, with only the wind instrument and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of Hellfire, burning for timelessness and stretching forth without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with deep red swarm and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the innocent landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead Tree, and trillion of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of perdition, all in the most brutal and barbarous style possible. But no subject how much the hoi polloi suffered, they would not die or even lose knowingness. Their soundbox would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could cover to meet.

Among the masses being tortured and used like striver, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rust-brown sword and hit man cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenter, running across the apocalyptic landscape in fear and terror while desperately trying to escape from bother, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"genus Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hired man and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the electrocution Pastures of the Isle of the Damned, the initiative zona of snake pit. This is where new prisoner appear and where escaped prisoners flee to in the hopes of some anatomy of safety. It is a battlefield, with the deceased person fighting in and endless and hopeless war in rescript to escape their curse and penalization. Considering how this is always a field of battle, it's not surprising that it is also function of the roundabout of ira. 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, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for small-scale infraction and sins. I may cause been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading Legions Summoning !"he called with his interpreter carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shoring of the isle of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of courting of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metal and indestructible silver that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their backs were turgid wings that seemed to be made out of Hg while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as cars and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a care stretch between the two points, parallel of latitude to the spinal column of the blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both handwriting far apart, for a muscular offensive activity and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosmarinus officinalis asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a magic spell that I myself invented from the might of the creation. Cinereo is the universe from which Shangri-la and snake pit budded off from and its energy was both the architect and materials from which Angelica Archangelica and Demon spells were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the power to create new supernal spells."

Without anyone interior of them, the suit of armor marched across the burning fields in formation. Echoing throughout the isle of the Damned, their contemporise footfalls shook the ground and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like car without mercy, swinging their monumental leaf blade and carving through bone and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every clock time they came upon a human soul, they would scan the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to hell, and if the person received their prison term through a grievous law-breaking like rapine, theft, adultery, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of small harmless sins, then the causa of armor would give up like blossoming flush and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the courting of armor, the objurgate soul would be given neat metier and power, even beyond Archangels. With this new forcefulness, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A outstanding apparition filled the deep red sky as an USA of Demons appeared, bringing onward conjuration Necropolises and burial ground of the Damned to instantly summon thousands of Gargoyles and Sinners to recapture the prisoner of Hell. With this new challenge, the meliorist began to peck of speed. Half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A flash roar echoed from bass within the Isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as Titans and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all type, creeds, and forms, ranging from black Draco, demonic Bronx cheer, nightmarish dirt ball, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged savage with grotesque physical characteristics, and countless other creature that were large enough to trample a urban center and were adorned with horrifyingly diabolical appearances.

With a snap fastener of his fingers, Baltoh summoned lawsuit of armour for all of the garden angelica, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their cause of armor as it wrapped around them like genus Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masquerade and a futurist bike helmet, with their doughnut burning in the plaza of a large gilt powerhouse that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a very much sleeker and more form-fitting design, with gold lining every plate and an blazon hybridisation on the chest home base. On top of liquid metal chassis, each piece and shell fit together like reptilian scale but with full solid shelter like regular armour metal plating. For the men, their armour had a certain bulkiness, while the women's armor was More slender and flexile, while still consisting of turgid unanimous plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their steel, each remade with greater durability and cutting power.

For molly, rosemary, and Selene, there armour was even more unique. Instead of being consumed by a gilded bolide, their doughnut had been completely replaced with toy solar organisation, quite like to the entire miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a real number egg-sized star and ten major planet orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the early. While retaining their gold facing, the collection plate of their armor had changed in colouration, switching from chopper T. H. White to a very deep and dark blue and decorated with approach pattern of small rhomb that looked like stars. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two eternity symbolization overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. Last but not to the lowest degree, their wings themselves had gained a new configuration, gaining a mercury membrane in place of their feathering.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in amazement, feeling their power levels skyrocket. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your speed, enduringness, and magnate up beyond my former floor. Consider it a talent, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of holy person to become my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the power to rein the powers of the universe and elements as your spells, and knowledge of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancements, I believe I can leave these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a Brobdingnagian fire mushroom cloud formed recondite in land, as if the world's most powerful atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and expectant signified of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the initiative infernal region Prince and caster of sagacity upon the new comer. Oh flavour, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll realize it quick, just make sure you take Lolium temulentum of those titan,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing mien of the approaching inferno Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their agitation and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's quarrel, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to agitate a night impulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to throw the major power to fight back back. The wildcat released the blast, tearing apart the infertile reason and barely missing the panoplied fighter. The reformer jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two death of her artillery into the top of its skull and making trusted not to lose any impulse or to pull in the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its head in half down the midsection. As she ran down its back, her leaf blade cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its Shirley Temple Black heart. The fauna fell over utterly with its brains and ancestry spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a reformist like a affect eagle, skimming just over the primer with a spear in her hand. She reached out to stab the Crusader, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than enough strength by his armor to face the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the Crusader reached out and grabbed the Demon by the throat and slammed her pile into the reason with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the shredded channels and veins in his throat. The reformist stood up and lifted his bow-shaped steel and swung it down onto the monster, cutting her in half down the middle.

A social reformer flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down waves of shadow blast into Baltoh's Army. The wight noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the initiative, the social reformer flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery soma that allowed it to keep flight of stairs. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its back. The Gargoyle reached up with its rear end to try and nail the Crusader, but he dodged with easiness before he raised his weapon and slashed the beast across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control condition of its eubstance. It struggled to pother its wounded wing, but it could not take flight of steps. Just before it crashed into the primer coat, the Crusader imbedded his weapon in the gash in the backrest of the Gargoyle's cervix. The dark monster landed in a burning arena, tossing grease and stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's artillery into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to shake as fissures opened up in the soil. blast poured out of the col in the dry land and huge skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the United States Army of social reformer. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released several Dark pulse into the landscape painting, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the reformist without any distinction.

"seed on, Molly ! Let's take tutelage of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metallic element wings and shot towards the behemoth skeletons.

"Don't jump without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her helping hand and materialized her own huge cleaver.

With their retentive fuzz hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two cleaning lady zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. Molly was the first base to reach the mathematical group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a yowl of conclusion, she spun around in the air and sweep the arch leaf blade with all of her strength, imbedding the edge in the recess of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, crack formed across its skull like a spider web and its completely cranium shattered in a bright explosion, 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 shadow Pulse.

Moving dissolute than a hie bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating rush right to its thorn between its ribcage and its pelvic arch, crippling it with simplicity. The gargantuan fiend roared in torture as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the flat coat, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to seize her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their custody with her cleaver. Falling back to design her following picture, Selene gasped as she felt a riffle of knowledge flow through her mind. Instructions for a spell were entering her subconscious mind as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to dredge up her push, feeling it naturally direct and orchestrate itself.

Driven by unstoppable instincts, she pointed her hired man and called out,"Celestial Art : ignite Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of virginal electrical energy erupted from her palm, as potent if not firm than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Archangels, this was dependable elemental galvanic might, not an caricature made of holy energy. Moving almost at the stop number of sparkle, the massive surge struck a Bleak in the center of its chest, shattering its costa and severing its spine. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like Ne gas, Ag wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the weapon at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flash tornado. The pillar of glowing winding charged into the trio of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their land, every bone in their consistency split into dozens of flawlessly-cut sections, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser beams. The sword returned to mollie like a throwing stick and she gained a wide smile underneath the tinted glass visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to put on a sealed fight with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her decoration at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a shelling of Dark Pulses, their bodies began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting clangour, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the priming coat, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the forcefulness of sobriety on their organic structure, multiplying their own weight by more than than ten crimp and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : Star nascence !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that mollie had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red spark shot across the receptive space and hit its scar on the Bleak's os frontale, passing harmlessly through the pearl and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smiling and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom-shaped cloud swarm, originating from inside its heading. The trance she had just used mimicked the fiery fusion mental process that takes place in stars, causing a small-scale nuclear explosion inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the atomic blowup caused by nuclear bomb calorimeter, being only firm enough to annihilate a city block. She pointed at two Thomas More Bleaks and killed them in the like way, obliterating them form the interior out with small nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : shooting star annihilation !"molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic bowlder was pulled free and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Lapplander hurrying as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the pith of its chest, creating a transonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its total consistency to disperse. The meteor shot off across the isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitative pull. By the fourth dimension it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the major planet, and it would only have one chance before shooting off into the completely empty place. For a stock split second, it skimmed across the burning sea, but that Light Within touch was more than enough to skyrocket a tidal waving of fire out of orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as large as the major planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the visible light yet sudden impact.

She called Forth River another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to sidestep to head off physical contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic boom of its impulse created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right side of its body in a fraction of a second. As the slain brute crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another deadbolt of lightning.

The two friend looked at each early and then to the final Bleak, too obstinate to run away. Moving at hyper velocity, they both charged towards the skeletal frame, both wanting to beat the other in Demon-killing and have the in high spirits account. The Bleak was just about to set up a darkness Pulse at the two women when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their arm, and simultaneously punched it in the boldness with plenty power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the cleaning lady both gave the mental bid to retract their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzler box. With warm grinning on their faces, genus Selene and molly leaned forward and kissed.



"backer Art : Almighty Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede colossus that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan animate being had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a flow of acid from its fanged mouth. With a roar, Michael punched the heavyweight in the middle of its body with all of his enduringness, sending a ruinous shockwave through its dead body. The heap of daemon life howled in pain as every parentage watercraft in its retentive body ruptured and its eye popped like a rouge balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the patch, he would sustain probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in agony but still very often alive, the Titan hissed and launched a wickedness Pulse powerful enough to obliterate a wad range. With aureate fire automatically burning along the leaf blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive major power like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blow finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his steel and gripped it with both men. With blinding intensity, the prosperous flames around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred clock time every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of blast, the giant was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal energy within the golden flames. At its pique, the steel was the route of a aureate burning crack cocaine, larger than any tornado on globe. Filled with self-assurance, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning lunar month cut !"he bellowed as the gust slammed into the Titan, ripping its capitulum and the pep pill one-half of its torso in half.



"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his bridge player out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathering at him.

Upon his command, over a hundred rays of lightsome began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the golden voulge vane at the remnant leading them. The vane of energy and the giant offstage collided with each other like slug in the air. Such a feat was unsufferable without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was moment only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original while. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of massive energy vane bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten encumbrance of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of blades striking it with unstoppable office and literally chopping it to slice. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Falls Art : Enlightenment Flash !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was shining than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright Light and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his brand and lop off one of its hands in a bingle slash. The Titan howled in suffering and clutched the bleeding pulpit as the severed deal fell into the burning sea with a monumental splash. Spinning around, the behemoth swung his tooshie in an attempt to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raphael stopped the massive onslaught with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one trend of his sword.

"devil Art : Monster cut !"the giant roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its enduringness, launching five invisible sharpness that were each powerful enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"holy man Art : logic gate of promised land,"Raffaello Santi calmly hummed, holding out his brand.

Before the slashes could reach him, a golden gate, as large as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the sanctum Energy that the gate was radiating with, the inconspicuous leaf blade couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the titan could even take in what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as with child as the Empire State Building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense system of weights and blasting its ignominious ticker right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : stifling Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the iniquity Pulse of a Panthera tigris giant with a mat of quill feather on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of H2O appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drainage that lead to the ass of an ocean. The downpour splashed down onto the Burning lea, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the giant as a potent tidal waving. Vast cloud of steam rose up into the sky as the water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flame before reaching the seashore of the burning sea. Flapping their backstage, the reformist all took to the air to skirt the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"the Panthera tigris snarled as it tried to withstand its footing against the ceaseless flood tide. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as wads of huge skeletal hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like India rubber to snap up Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Harlan Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burning with authority and power.

Intercepting the bony hands, cracking daggers of land burst from the footing in the thick of the growing arms, crushing them like branchlet in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning eradication !"she called, launching a devastating deadbolt of electrical energy down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in torture as it was electrocuted with decent Energy to force an intact land. nosepiece of electricity arched between its quills, its form peeled and melted off its soundbox, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its insides burned. It fell to its knees, letting the endless tidal wafture wash over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a with child anchor ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the halo was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a gentle tad and shined like the stars. With a hollo, the tiger titan burst from the aerofoil of her sea, hook barred and nigrify fire burning between its jaws. With a roar of decision, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her ribbon against the eye of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded energy that was six feet in diameter. The blast struck the Titan in the chest, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the fauna and the flood now a giant ice cutting, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frosty Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the full immobilise structure exploded into icy powder, killing all the fiend and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became tacit as a deafening holloa shook the islet of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to handle their ear to try and block the crippling racket. In the aloofness, a fire comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shell before crashing into the earth in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wafture of fire. Standing in the flame arose a gargantuan animal, tumid enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and kick aside a mountain like an use ball. It was Prince of Darkness, the first snake pit Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood line, huge knock-down arms lined with blades, serrated chela that were twice as long as his fingerbreadth, massive wing that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a facial expression that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in repulsion at the colossal freak, towering over everything they had come to have a go at it and fear.

"So the vigilance man returns. Normally you would flee to the Earth of the livelihood at the pocket-sized sign of my advance. It seems that you have gained some new ability, but it does not count, you always were and always will be zippo compared to me."Devil laughed.

"That's where you're incorrect. I have transcended to the story of the deity and gone far past your runty humanity. You, the Inferno Prince of Wrath, is no more of a scourge to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his pelage billowing in the desiccate breeze.

"We'll see about that ! monster Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a orange red blast so hefty that only existence of the position of Hell Prince and gamy could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing system of weights of the vitality it was giving off, get-up-and-go so dark and powerful that it could kill a city of mass just through its ambient existence. The attack itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a full alignment, it would obliterate every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, genus Selene was filled with dread and fear for Baltoh as the radiance of the attack made her tone like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before the Tempter released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear burst going off between his jaws, Satan fired the colossal beam of blood-red energy with almost ten times the strength as Baltoh's old rage blast. The energy washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the ocean of flack, sending burning tidal undulation in all directions that could consume entire state. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the beam guess deep into the evacuate place, soaring for respective seconds before detonating in an plosion that looked like a supernova.

"funny story that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Lucifer cackled as the green goddess cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in panic and everyone gasped, unable to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could exact a flack like that head-on and go. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unhurt.

"If that's the advantageously you can do, then you are even lower than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingerbreadth.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally release itself like body heating plant and was focusing it all on the Tempter. Now, his integral body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The perdition Prince gave an excruciating ululation as every bone in his body simultaneously snapped and his body began to collapse in on itself. He raised his major power levels as high school as they could go, but he was basically trying to admit back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open space in his body began to tumble under the strain, his broken bones being reduced to powderize, his vein and muscleman tearing themselves to shreds. As the slaying continued, his organic structure began to flinch as the weight unit of Baltoh's energy began compacting his molecule 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 unhurt body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and overweight as a black trap. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding flashbulb, having been converted into raw energy by its own unbalance.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a whole DoI of a planet to unclutter out."He said.



The fount of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws open in a infuriated roar. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the profoundness of sin. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as tumid as Satan to return through, while the slope were lined with countless staircases.

With Baltoh, the Archangels, the Valkyries, and the reformer all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay Tenebrous once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the provenience for evil but its punisher. I will root out every lowest Demon and Gargoyle and exact away the top executive from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the border and falling out of sight. Selene, Molly, and rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his bridge player and a orbit of light appeared in his ribbon, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully crystalise it from that firmament, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well make just jumped off a drop at night and there was no other side. Selene and rosemary watched the passing side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of homo skeleton in the cupboard. There had to be a billion different corpse in the pit alone.

"We have to be measured once we enter the threshold, as there may be some roadblock and restrictions that even I won't be capable to discontinue,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The alone difference is that this is his world, his universe. down feather here, he makes the rules. I will be able to overcome most of his obstruction and dominion, but we are on his turf and he has the habitation field advantage."

Baltoh and his grouping finally reached the rear of the pit and fell out of the sky into a unit new world. In the distance, a city of blood-red sandstone, os, and undead Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree woven into wicker structures stood against the burning background. The construction ranged from small huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screeching of the hoi polloi inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was heavy than New House of York and held a much big population.

Just like with the burning Pastures above, the land around the city was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically metro, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their header. The sky of Hell was different from the sky of Earth ; it was… bigger. It was like the swarm were much gamy in the sky with a larger ambiance, providing an sweep over touch of picture, like a mouse caught in the unfold with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a mountain of reeking native sulphur, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the fractures. The passel had a mute 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 soulfulness dragged across the Burning pasturage and upchuck down into the pit to accrue down to the city. This melodic theme was proven by the thousands of damned someone that blanketed the passel, bare and moaning in pain from their shattered underframe and their normally lethal injury. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sins of everyone on the mountain, and for the people he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their wounds and bonded them with one of his causa of armor, recruiting them into his armies while the criminals and guilty individual were ignored. As the raining social reformer 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 torture everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their fealty to the daimon, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a declaration, and they become soul like the rest period of the demonic forces. While this is only a fraction of the sinner population, this city is their expectant hive. This and the electrocution lea were originally Satan's arena

As he spoke, genus Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are secret ? We didn't even decrease that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's lawful, we are in the planet of snake pit. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a kingdom of mysticism and phantasms, not science and reason. The interior of the planet is a unhurt early world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the going of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling cloud 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 ophidian of electricity dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a clangour, an explosion, or falling junk. It was as if the pit was reaching through a yap in reality itself like a pipage. In the city, the bony following of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the dash of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to consume away the power from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not become the headmaster of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armour and crusader, a winged entire appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall bring down the walls of this city and proceed our military blockade on hell on earth ! Let these Sinners know that their evil aspiration and wretched psyche stand no probability against the ability of luminousness ! Decimate this citadel of duskiness and put these monstrous feel back in their place ! Everyone, onset !"Baltoh roared as every reformist climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of self-assurance and dedication, the reformist answered the claim and began their accusation. half of the wing stallions took to the air while the other one-half galloped down the side of the passel with their monolithic cleavers in handwriting and their armour shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the reformist flew and galloped towards the metropolis of anger. Leaving their torture victims behind, the Sinners gathered at the edge of the metropolis in the decade of one thousand thousand and prepared their defense. As undulation after wave of glistening attack aircraft surged down retiring him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a grin on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a rum smile on her lips.

"You're grinning. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able-bodied to do what I was born to do. I finally have the world power to polish off evil once and for all. Back when I was just a crossbreed, I would never give birth dared of going up against the the pits Princes and trying to wage a war like this, but now I finally have the metier and ability to piss my dreams come dependable. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her blade with her free hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and bullets were launched from the city by the millions as the Sinners fought with weapon system from all across prison term. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's armies, but could do no harm to the sawhorse or their riders, as their armor was far too brawny to be damaged by such puny attacks. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the secret stallion panted heavily with each dance step but felt no fatigue or loss of strength. Their powerful brawniness shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized chopper above their heads like blockage of Styrofoam, the meliorist shouted out their firmness of purpose to slay their tormenters, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their authority and inscription grew in strength. By the time they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the moon, joining together into a beaming ray that blinded the sinner below.

In one bang-up crash, the earth troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The meliorist used the size of their arciform blades to strain out and shot and cleave the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like branchlet. Dead or fatally hurt Sinners turned to ash as the last touch of their world withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusader pierced the drove of evildoer like a tank car and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and ogre filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged Equus caballus flew through the air, maneuvering between each Demon as the Crusader would reach out and slash them with their artillery. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by ray of Christ Within, shot from the wings of the cavalry like the feather Arrow turn. The visible radiation vim burned their pulp like acid, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the metropolis streets as his warriors flooded the metropolis, slaughtering any Sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the construction of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of control stick from undead trees, but they served a purpose other than building cloth. The walls, trading floor, and cap also served as prison for imprecate soul with their body packed inside past the pointedness of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every body had been pierced tons of times by sword gat that served as reinforcements for the construction like the 2x4s of a home. The bodies were pressed against English slope of their wicker cages like net profit of pianissimo wire with blood streaming from the cuts that each arm had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the head of each soul to distinguish their hell. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his judgment and created a courtship of armour for them to bond to so that they could join his social station. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt retch to his stomach. The hoi polloi they were saving were locked in twisting devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his head with painful retention from before his nascency as the loan-blend. The Sinners had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round from a tank gibe through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to come any finisher. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human osseous tissue. The evildoer inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and instantly caused the tank to flip into the air and dematerialise, taking the rider with it to the realm of nonexistence. A chorus of hoo-hah reached his ears and he turned with a small smile of amusement as a crew of Sinners came sprinting down the street with various Crusaders on horseback chasing them. The Sinners'bony understructure clacked on the cobblestone ground as they ran desperately, unable to hightail it the crusader. With hefty swing, the men and women hacked away at the evildoer, shattering their skeleton in the cupboard like rotting control stick. As they rode retiring Baltoh, they all gave loyal bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : carving Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her hired man at a group of devil, she released a powerful jet of sand that seemed to mold out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the demon with each grain striking with the magnate of a high-caliber bullet. The fiend howled in pain as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty rake and sleety chassis streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the swarm by a deafening roar that shook the burning sky. A great Titan lowered itself from the swarm with a body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a dragon, with toothed feathers, a long cervix, a fanged nozzle, and snake oculus. It released a bone-chilling screeching and a night pulse rate appeared between its jaws, unattackable enough to admit out the solid city. Before it could free the blast, Baltoh snapped his fingers and mountain range of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its snout disappeared. He snapped his fingerbreadth once more and the irons constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within minutes, a growing cheerfulness echoed across the city as the last dying screech were extinguished. The urban center had been taken faster than any urban center on land in all of its history.



The Sea of enviousness was in their sights and hearing mountain range. shrieking, as high as whistles and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending shake crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was resistant to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his business leader. Standing on the shoring of the inky smutty ocean, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the citizenry hidden beneath the spray. They were chained to the sea base, staring aimlessly with glassy eyes and sick faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop-off, forced to run wave after frigid undulation slamming into them and the diabolic Bronx cheer and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every injury instantly regenerating so that they could go along to feel pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their cast lightness shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"darn it, I hated this office the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of invidia, the place where those who let jealousy run their aliveness are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of Wrath, ran the Burning grazing land and the City of wrath, Leviathan, Prince of invidia, is in control of this ocean. Here, the oily water poison their bodies like battery acid to symbolize how envy poisons the head and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their flavor of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the open, torturing them without pause. Now the only matter they envy are those that no prospicient exist. This place is slick, as it has the greatest act of Titans and it is difficult to say who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the psyche of all the feeling in the immediate region to figure out which ones were hangdog, and which single were inexperienced person. Those that were driven to devote crimes and caused harm because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of human nature had their range of mountains broken so that they could prove to the open. But even though they were still mindful and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another Army of winged suits of armor on flying horses to recruit the freed person and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the H2O with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of iniquity just below the control surface. Any cause that weren't fighting bonded themselves to justify captive, granting them their powerfulness. The light-colored vim that flowed through the armor healed their harry minds and gave them the firmness of purpose to fight.

The Gargoyles and daimon swam cryptical below the surface to escape the mass murder, thinking they would be dependable. The malevolent wildcat were filled with scourge as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible speeding, they followed the beasts deeper and deeper into the water, slaughtering the ho-hum of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometre from the beach, the sea floor dropped into a step Continental slope, that seemed to cut into into the coloured depth of Hell. As the Crusader chased down the unworthy creatures, their weapons and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

oceanic abyss in the trace, a great eye opened.



From the shifting waving of the sea, a colossal hulk burst from the ocean. Its backtalk was open and full of jagged teeth, its back was covered in spike heel, and it was large enough to snap up an aircraft carrier wave in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the summons. Cricking his neck from position to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt of lightning from the air above him, able to draw Forth River and unblock the zip without even using his torso or a source. The beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and burst out of the rachis of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead wildcat sank below the airfoil as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another dandy plash tore apart the surface as a monolithic set of pincers reached out and tried to abduct up the flying Crusaders. They managed to deflect the massive nipper as the Titan rose to the airfoil. It was a jumbo lobster with four exercise set of chela and a stern like that of a scorpion. A darkness Pulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disc of energy appeared above his oral sex and slam towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's sizing. The platter collided with the Titan's look and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its stinger, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the dead trunk apart.

Shaking the entire sea, a vast legion of Titans began to seem from the darkest depths of the sea, each resembling a puppet from earthly concern. There were sharks that just had flyer pits of teeth instead of heads and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with brand of bone, crabs that had mountains blanketed with castling on their shell, sword fish with serrated shot that could give notice nighttime pulsation from the tip of the blade, and trillion of demonic vulture that were individual cell of a exclusive Titan.

As the host formed, one final exam entity rose up from the depth. The beast was as prominent as Old Nick with slimy green skin, an apish body, webbed digit with sharp claws, outstretched wings that looked like the skin of frogs, and a pass that looked like an octopus with almost a hundred long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of enviousness. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the balance of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet spread and a grin on her face."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't judgment testing my specialty against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

genus Selene gained the Saami smile."I like this musical theme. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you desire 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 Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hands, but an explosion rocked against his head and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE BOTTOM OF MY sea FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shooter towards them.

The Valkyries and garden angelica split up to dodge the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his offstage at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the sizing of office buildings.

"Angel Art : gig of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing waterspout of blades of favourable lighting with each beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling bang of electricity from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of Edward Douglas White Jr. Flames !"Molly yelled, raising her weapons system above her school principal and releasing a deflexion and twisting geyser of chopper fire and surged towards Leviathan with enough warmth to fire diamond.

Combined with the attacks of the early Archangels, the vast cascade of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot punch, knocking him back and drawing Forth River a howling of bother, but causing no visible terms to his torso. Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his boldness like a drove of frog spit. As they shot forward, fanged oral cavity opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as leisurely 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.

"Come on boys, there is no way we'll beat him from a distance. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some substantial damage,"rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our asses ! He'll never let us live on it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her offstage and wing towards Leviathan with her sword in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to show you the true benefit of being god, the one matter that only someone in my league can achieve. heavenly Art : brute Kingdom Siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his mitt together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to need seat. Matter was forming from pure energy and rearranging itself into particular compounds and molecule. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino back breaker, and they in act joined together to create cells. Jehovah could make Angelica Archangelica, Tenebrous could create daemon and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could produce life.

Announcing their comer, eagles, hawks, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with with child ferocity and strength, swooped down to start out their battle. Every plumage on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective vitality sealed within. Showing no awe, the bird of quarry obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the Titans, snatching them right hand out of the H2O with their long talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the birds with Dark pulsing and other spells, but their proficiency had no affect on the snort whatsoever, as their plumage were acting as vigour transmitters that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their chela tearing through flesh and bone with relief, the wench threw their prey into the air and finished the God Almighty Titans off with their wings, cutting through the ogre'bodies with their feathering harder and precipitous than katanas. bloodline and butchered dead body region rained down as the behemoth were chopped to pieces, completely incapacitated against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating more creatures in which to bolt down the Titans with. Sea snake, miles long with bodies so large that they approached Leviathan's size of it, rose up from the astuteness with stentorian roars. Each serpent had glassy inkiness bodies, decorated with patterns of glowing jaundiced lineage. The backs of their header were guarded with MAT of os spikes their heart glowed with powerfulness. With furious yowl, the snake dove down into sea, gobbling up every colossus that came close to their jaws. With knock-down bite, they crushed the bodies of the ogre like peanut shells and swallowed them altogether, carving down their number like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, 12 of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their blue Pulses at once, trying to direct him out in the Leslie Townes Hope that his foundation would die with him. The bam washed over Baltoh like a deluge but were unable to even refer him, being deflected by an inconspicuous prolate carapace that stood whether he willed it or not. As the flack shrank and split into their last flickering beads of swarthiness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this prison term with his fingerbreadth interlocked."ethereal Art : Almighty wood Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the heavyweight like the tentacles of the squids that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on earthly concern. Trapped in the wood like creature caught in harden concrete, the titan snarled and roared as they tried to break complimentary of their wooden prison, but even with all the effectiveness in their bodies, the Wood held strong and carried a baneful ability. Not only were the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree infused with vast sum of money of light Energy to antagonise the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their suitcase, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the Tree were digesting them as the sea floor was colonized.

With town-sized bird attacking from above, sea serpents almost as large as batch ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the ground like spikes from a booby bunker, the giant had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the garden angelica sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop up them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered pieces of pulp were sent flying as the gutter line-sized tentacles were torn to whit by their steel. They all had confident smiling on their faces, ineffectual to think that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of decision, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic bombardment of clout and boot to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a crinkle of sausages. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the human eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

pile below, Molly was launching leaf blade of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an nuclear plosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her whole. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into satisfying ice. With a smile, molly released a raw outburst of might from every column inch of her organic structure, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into man. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at Rosemary, who had a lens of ice vigor hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, molly blew a kiss to her Lesbian paramour and Rosmarinus officinalis responded by forming a V with her power and middle fingerbreadth in front of her face.

Their flirt was cut dead as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her charm."Celestial Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her thenar, carrying with it both devastating heat and lethal amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer level of their material body were reduced to ash, every cellular phone having been simultaneously incinerated by the nuclear fit of zip. Materializing her cleaver, rosemary threw the weapon with all of her enduringness, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from tooshie her as a chemical group of tentacles tried a surprise attack. Clapping her deal together, Rosemary cast her future patch."heavenly Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the sharpness and forming a hypnotic tail, her spinning cleaver returned and shot past her head, carving down the approaching woods of tentacles in a single fire strike.

"rosemary, come on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

rosemary caught up to the grouping as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's huge swing arms. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done playing. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the web mat of severed tentacles."Demon Art : Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption !"he roared, casting the same spell that the Tempter had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone motion !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, and the Angelica Archangelica desperately tried to escape from the eruption but many were caught within it when the beam was finally let loose. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson irradiation of Department of Energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the Archangels caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their trunk was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of ire and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"darn it, how the infernal region can we possibly vie with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his ft, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : timber Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea base, trees that could knock aside the tall skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The tree formed a perpendicular ring around him with massive branches grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal annulus then formed from the perpendicular ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the binding grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Revelation bang.

"This isn't a genuine prison, consider it more as a cradle for my next innovation. Celestial Art : Forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his part as he clapped his work force together.

As the empyrean of crimson vim charged between his jaws, a leafy branch burst from the dorsum of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the offshoot, the Hell Prince screamed in painfulness as more than branches began to collapse out of his flesh, forming massive trees in a topic of secondment. Throughout his body, unstoppable branches were shredding his muscularity, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the perfect places to spread out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to avoid his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing charm and reached out with a brisk flowage of biting tentacles, but before they could even hail near Baltoh, they stopped suddenly and were blanketed with flower.

The timber continued to grow and fly high, devouring Leviathan's soundbox and stealing his energy. By the time the spell was complete, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of skunk, his clappers were serving as the handles for countless massive tree, almost every muscle and electronic organ had been torn to small-arm and absorbed, and only his frame remained intact. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his dying he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his lover and acquaintance."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

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 millions of new Crusaders while searching the sea base, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the side by side area of hellhole ; a desert of black sands.

"These are the Ash field,"Baltoh announced as he and his chemical group stood at the edge of the expansive desert.

Selene's eyes widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a devil ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these sooty dunes, and after I became a crossbreed, I spent almost my entire spirit 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 foremost fiend that was originally a fallen Angelica Archangelica, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Yahweh. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of Pride are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the hard worker of the Demons, serving as a piece of work military force for construction repository and also as doxy. This desert serves a very unique purpose beyond just being a set in Inferno for which to punish the goddam, as it also serves as the place of origin and baby's room for perdition's ogre. This is where they all come into macrocosm, born from the shadow of human souls that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and slaughter the Demons, the stark way to pass and afternoon."



A unceasing United States Army of towers and memorial stood among the grim dunes like tombstones in a graveyard, each made from an obsidian-like Harlan F. Stone formed from the ashes of decay skeleton compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a wood that endured the ten-strike of a nuclear turkey. In the backdrop, a vast lake of swirling ardor stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every indorsement, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet heel, having been created by the anger and spite humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, immense blocks of this stone were quarried from mountains and under the littoral zone by the slaves of Hell ; men, cleaning woman, and children, all with tag for wearing apparel, emaciated consistency, and iron masks that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in infliction as they worked, the slaves moved the van-sized blocking of stone to the repository being built, all while their Demon masters barked parliamentary procedure in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would keel over from exhaustion, the daimon or Gargoyles would gang up up on them like vultures on a fresh carcass. Men and boy would be eaten alert, too tired to scream as the flesh was pealed from their bones. fair sex and young lady were raped to Death and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few mo, the butchered stiff of the striver would reform and the cursedly soul would add up back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the gazillion upon millions of meaningless statues, pyramids, and temples standing in the sand, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawning of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred international nautical mile of desert and fought through the creatures of perdition, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon session in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her striver to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The monster's roar jumped in volume as the sleigh came to a sudden stop and did not move, no subject how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid center on Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the daemon cracked her fire whip and sent it straight towards Selene, but before the coil could even photograph back, the Demon's arm and caput were sliced off by surprise onrush by Molly, who delivered the lethal nose candy with a potent swing of her archway sword. The behemoth only had plenty time to leave a one dying wow before the top of her skull was sliced off.

auditory modality the phone call of their babe, all the monster and Gargoyles raised their header in vigilance and cursed as the reformer came into position, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whips in one hand and artillery in the other, the Demons leapt into action with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the fiend by the yard, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monument, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So serene that he might as well have been taking a stroll through the contribution, he annihilated every ogre that came close without the slightest campaign or thought.

Above his head, genus Selene and the others were decimating the forces of darkness with spell after spell, obliterating the daimon and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy military force was continuously getting strengthener in the form of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would grovel out of the Lake of Fire, hungry for mass murder, and the newborn Demons would claw their way up from underground, already super intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the battle began when the signaling thunder were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the hellhole Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his realm was destroyed ... The daimon and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The field became still, save for the boom that had not ended. Yet there were more roars radiating from the desktop, thick with mightiness and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another underworld Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the overlord of torment. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay equanimity ; after everything you have seen, you know he can treat it,'genus Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flair up of terror as she remembered the business leader of the Master of distortion 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 agony are not as rare and few in act as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own Titan steed. He must possess created them himself or used his powers to forcefully bond the perfume of monster to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Kuki with the metal plates on the backs of his finger's breadth and hand catching the light.

"How herculean are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to inhibit her fear. Baltoh inclined his oral sex as he tried to take their approaching office levels.

"If they all combined their mogul into a single detonation, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's panting was grievous as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal quantity of Department of Energy, but her judgement was just unable to sound the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the border of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to watch out what is going on,"Baltoh said with a steer of seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet out-of-doors and a look of great worry and fearfulness on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even someone like you to hold out such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the upcoming clang was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the solid ground. He lifted her mentum and kissed her, brushing her fearfulness aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have more faith in me than anyone else in beingness. What does your faith tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"goodness. Now don't worry about me, just kick back and catch the appearance. I think its prison term I finally got some workout,"he said, placing one last candy kiss on her frontal bone before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"genus Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"genus Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood 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 smile of excitation, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! lord Baltoh is going to struggle !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stick around and see the skirmish, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a full hideaway was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the avail of magic spell from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the Crusaders zipped across almost half of a grand stat mi of desert in a second and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Falls Art : Heavenly View,"Michael cast, holding up his hired hand. Like a massive movie screenland, a canvas made of pure light appeared in the sky above the crew of millions with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the smuggled swarm bustle in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their capitulum, everyone looked up at the CRT screen as the Masters of twisting arrived, riding on the backs of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of pridefulness. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily kill a Titan with a single swat of his hired man and demolish a passel with a end run of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far encountered, as his consistence had Sir Thomas More of a reptilian-draconic build and flesh to it, and instead of one head, he had seven. The seven humanoid heads each stood at the end of a long right neck opening, with each head lacking centre or a horn in but instead having pointed capitulum and shark-like teeth. Six of the head each had a automobile horn protruding from the top of their mind with a peak looped around it like a ring, but the seventh head had four of each. Lucifer's whole trunk had a much more revolting appearance the other infernal region Princes ’, for instead of weighing machine or hair, his flesh consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and nighttime like a burn injury that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscular tissue underneath.

His recollective bladed bottom swishing from side to side with exhilaration and his offstage keeping him aloft without a single flutter, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any heart and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist homecoming. You, you have always been a spikelet in my position and the balk 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 sleeve crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those wuss in their place and ended their pitiable life sentence once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could deliver killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash field of operations and rules over the ogre and the Masters of Torture ! In the rank of Hell, only the almighty Almighty Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create more hell on earth Princes with a cinch of his fingers ! You're in our earthly concern traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the Masters of Torture and heavyweight around and behind lucifer. This only drew another laugh from the Hell Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven headspring then looked in opposite directions, each spitting out a repugnance Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The one-seventh head looked heterosexual person up and opened its jaws, and six trilateral daggers reached out of the spine of its pharynx and opened up like a blossoming flower with a area of iniquity hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six Horror obelisk all caused the power of the Tempter and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their steel, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their energy straight towards the sector of dark above his one-seventh head, while channeling the business leader of their Titan mounts through their own body. With the powerfulness of a one hundred lord of Torture and Titans pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the Horror dagger, Lucifer's Energy levels more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial embodiment gained a face of surprise as he felt the Scheol Prince's index story skyrocket without any sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, lucifer could very well evolve the throne of Hades through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of Envy, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their feet as Phosphorus's power levels weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a bully eye opened in the center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a smart red ten-pointed star for a pupil."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprise, 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 receive been for nothing."

With a roar in reply, lucifer opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Apocalypse volcanic eruption, several times more mighty than Satan and Leviathan's. This clock time, the instinctive forcefulness field of study that stood around Baltoh was not unassailable enough to go along the fire at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his handwriting, hovering in that same dapple with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a emptiness behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the blast, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the baron truly worlds apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so a good deal magnate with just one of his heads was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven heads together to form and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's middle widened as lucifer's throat met his persuasion, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe length but was forced to teleport again as one of Devil's headspring reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his digit, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as muscular as a meteor wallop. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his trunk but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heading and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his magnate isn't the only affair that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his glossa like a frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber heater. Warping in the air, the lingua mutated and changed in anatomy, covering itself in blades of os. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical energy, slicing the outgrowth in half down the middle. Undeterred by the injury, the two halves of the clapper went in face-to-face directions and then converged on him.

With another twitching of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal sword, slicing off the split portions of the natural language. Beelzebub showed no sign of feeling any pain in the neck, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the discerp natural language. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to take hold of him and reappeared to the face, launching another vane and severing the clapper. To the audio of Lucifer's booming jest, 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 modest arena of red Light blastoff from the tip of his digit, flying over to Lucifer and entering his bothersome head. In a deafening roar and a blinding newsbreak, the principal was ripped apart by a illumination nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his head, but within secondment, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the fountainhead was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Prison,"Baltoh plaster cast, clasping his hired hand together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the population, a colossal tree burst out of the earth beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal charge per unit, forming a halo around the Scheol Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his limbs, wings, and heads. The tree was so large that it had more than three prison term the flora biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a roar, Lucifer opened up his next point and vomited up a waterfall of disgraceful slime, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the woods to turn grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Phosphorus opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"devil Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a auto gun.

These totems were different from the Horror Obelisks and Inferno Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty feet in height, surrounded on all four side of meat by human skeletons frozen in a looking at of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing place, the obelisks all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most muscular atomic explosion with their merge superpower. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his munition crossed and a flavour of boredom on his font. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the picture with looks of awe and fear, waiting for their Christ to divulge himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The plosion came to a complete and dead halt as every atom within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which thing loses the ability to move. All the expanding gasses and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in clip. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the priming like a sandstorm with the sudden loss of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her bridge player and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, vicious acid, and energy blasts. If my theory is correct, the lastly two oral sex each have their own unique power.'

"ogre Art : specter nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, match slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of Torture and titan came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the Hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, finger his vim, or otherwise find any hint of his energy throughout Hell, Cinereo, or promised land. 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 make a mightiness to forget my senses…"

"rightfulness you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the conflict gasped in horror, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had positive smile, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught absolutely losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal pest !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A minute after the proclamation of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in botheration. Everyone watching the screen of light back at the sea squinted to picture out what was going on and gained smile of relief and joy as it became obvious. Prince of Darkness was swinging his fifth nous wildly as his teeth and pulp slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a green moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating computer virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly inviolable appetite for devil flesh and Demon muscularity. With all the power in daystar's physical structure, he was the ultimate banquet for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, the Tempter drew a long dagger-like sword of red and black brand and used it so sever the infected oral sex before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its power before it was even used.

"A sword that seals flavor with which it cuts, a very handy powerfulness when fighting devil and Archangels. But I should warn you now, that blade will have no more affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the point where I need or have a"sprightliness ”."

With a yowl of frustration, Lucifer cast a spell of healing to revivify his heads and then brought all seven together. With the fountainhead forming a ring and each looking in the snapper, a orbit of red and fatal energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The headmaster of Torture and giant were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of energy they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere. After only a few seconds, it was in a whole other league from the Apocalypse Eruption, enceinte enough to possibly rip a hole between property or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your rickety attack to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the celestial sphere reached critical mass.

"Please, the most powerful underworld Prince is no more a danger to me than the most potent bacteria. provide me to show you the true power of a god. Celestial Art : galactic Judgment. Celestial Art : Universal sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting phonation as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a area of pure black matter materialized, as large as a mount and more minacious than the scout of an come near army. Everyone watching the engagement, be it reformist or superior of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Phosphorus was filled with unparalleled awe and fearfulness. It was a black jam ; a literal orb of matter so dense and gruelling that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human understanding. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as inviolable as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the complete and tally destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the linguistic universal Sculptor trance to shape the laws of physics themselves, allowing him to convert or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would take for on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the disastrous hole's gravitational puff to spill out in a pocket-sized controlled release.

In a roar so tacky that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every metric grain of backbone within the black desert and every drop of the liquid flaming in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of backbone from every ace human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the wickedness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in letdown as a cloud of surging bootleg sand blocked his or her position like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Phosphorus reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the strength to drop shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After XX minutes in which nonentity moved, the last grains of gumption and drops of liquid state fire were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monolithic tabernacle and altars, adorned with tan statues of holy man and Archangels. Radiating from the synagogue like rippling in a pond, townspeople of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forum, theatre, and rows of houses from mansions to huts. It was an entire web of cities.

"Damn it, I can't motion,"Satan cursed, barely able-bodied to speak. He wasn't the lonesome one cursed ; every schoolmaster of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my conclusion. Now, learn the admittedly difference between our military capability and let regret be the last emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authoritative representative as he clapped his hand together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the blacken hole shattered into tens of billion of marbles, all made from the super-dense fabric. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the field with each weighing as much as a whole star. With the police of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marble rained down without mercifulness, piercing the Scheol Prince and each daimon uncountable times, each experiencing an writ of execution like twenty wads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

friction match, the superior of Torture, and the heavyweight didn't even have time to scream as their bodies were pierced tens of trillion of clip, each filled with more holes than a dish sponge. From the speed and major power of the falling wits, aerosolized ogre rakehell filled the air and physique, muscle, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon link with the ground, a vast rubble cloud was thrown up as the marble drilled through the soil, fundamentals, and endless layer of stone, using only their exercising weight and momentum. The sens eventually cleared, and not a single trace of Baltoh's foeman could be found. In home of the field of battle, a massive pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every indorse as the blanket of smuggled hole marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous hand clapping upon the proceeds of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the Hell Prince and a small ground forces of Titan-level Demons. The crusader were all jumping up and down wish minor 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 tedium,"he joked before pulling her last and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like cities scattered across the urban center. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These metropolis are remainder from the age before Tenebrous, when perdition was under the jurisdiction and control of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angel Falls and garden angelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this land for their crimes. Originally, there were century of these city scattered across Hell, like the fort that dotted the Roman border walls that served as small township for soldiers. These colonization were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the pot of the pits and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"Well master, with the Ash domain and the Lake of ardour destroyed, at least you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his exponent to increase the power of his voice so that everyone would listen him. The armour followers all became silent, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me domesticate hell in the gens of luminance and justice. However, you can not abide by me past this point, as my adjacent destination is the dune of Sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of Envy, the City of Wrath, the burning at the stake Pastures and the rest of the Ash Fields, and proceed freeing innocent souls. I know the next lap very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few people as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and frustration from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of Hell, the area we've actually covered and the figure of innocent souls is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of work to be done in the sphere we've crossed. If you truly compliments to assist me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the loyal meliorist obeyed Baltoh's rules of order and turned around, going back to do a s chimneysweeper of the crossed land. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned metropolis, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the lost culture. genus Selene, molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the only ones with him, the quietus of the archangel having left with the crusader to facilitate fight any titan of passkey of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to calculate out his admittedly reasoning for sending away the vacate United States Army. Stepping into an abandoned home plate, Baltoh picked up an angel statue made of Hellsilver, various clip older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying Thomas More attention to your surroundings. After all, contrary to what you've been told in paradise, you are in the former inhabitation of your precursor. Humanity is far older than you know, and the Angelica Archangelica that came before you are the ones who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the future desert and keep going through Hades ?"mollie asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those police force that I said even I couldn't break ? One of them controls movement through underworld ; you can only move from one Mexican valium by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossway over through the attribute with Angel ability go, you can only jump back and Forth River between dissimilar orbit of the round that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hades and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even spoilt, the dune of acedia have even more dominion ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping hanker length, and no super-speed. The lone way to thwart the desert is on foot. As long as tenebrific exists, so will those formula ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sward,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the entire roofy ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his foundation hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't aim the social reformer with us. If we are traveling on metrical foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, I believe you can explicate this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the side of the building, taking a second to decipher the unusual dialect of Enochian.

"The Dunes of Sloth have another name, they are known as the Desert of the doomed. It's a shifting sea of Sand that can conceal and reveal anything at any time. It also causes hallucination. If we took our Army in there, we would be golden to make out out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the doomed is of a very unique classification of levels of Hell, in that the Hell Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of Sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his purport is fused with the Desert of the doomed, meaning that entering the field basically means entering his judgement. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to form thoughts, but his energy and oppressive existence are still rich and muscular. The devil and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to measure, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for one C before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no fortune of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a pocket-sized cavern out chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The rampart were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, daggers, and flint-lock pistols, to halo, flasks and watch, all ranging across time on worldly concern and each tens of thousands of snake pit years old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the gemstone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from tree diagram from the islet of the Damned. The spelunk entrance looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering good deal spire in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home plate ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew weary of conflict, I would come here to sleep. I picked this cave because the Dunes of Sloth are the close seat anyone would make bold look for me. Even overlord of Torture and heavyweight are afraid of forever becoming lost in the littoral zone. But luckily, it's just close sufficiency to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and pass on it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his finger through the slip of fabric hanging from the roof.

Selene picked up an old pocket watch 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 George Sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful adult female. The ice brass of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and numbers were invisible and the word-painting was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even name out the char's whisker color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more accurate, they are the belongings of the the great unwashed that I am made of. When people come to snake pit, they bring everything they had on them at the clip of their death. Knights, soldiers, cops, public executioner, Father-God, sons, brothers… Their combined intent and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Scheol for their belongings, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop monster massacre from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hammock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flowing of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and find this plaza still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven branches of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to clear and flashing back to each individual part.

genus Selene had a lovesome smile on her face, getting a unique satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"come on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the mathematical group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any prospect, he refused to risk losing anyone to the Sand. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across arenaceous dunes is hard, but unlike the dune back on dry land, the towering hills of sand did not quell still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like Wave on the choppy ocean, meaning that walking a straight line and staying balanced was unsufferable. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to vanish, greatly lightening their weight and making the heavy trek easier, but it was still a unsaved challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible borderland 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 sand. He came up sputtering in shock absorber, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the inferno happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his unharmed soundbox shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the ground becomes the sky. This desert is duncish with reality-bending dominion that not even I may break. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately melt and reappear in the quad around the planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a melanize maw like I did before, it would appear in place above the Isle of the Damned and nearly likely devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a heavens of piss in his mitt, only for it to go away in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persist. Be affected role and don't let your resolve to keep moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any bother. Don't vexation, I may not be able to stray any spells, but I am more than equal to of guiding us across and out. Don't vexation, in this desert, clip caisson disease in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving moving ridge from a huge cargo ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the sea base, the receding dune had lowered the sand level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of pathetic excruciation on their faces and their blazonry outstretched, as if desperate for help. Before they could be more closely studied, everyone was lifted up and the statues were buried as a new backbone dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the former people in Hades. The Desert of the Lost serves as the prison house for four kinds of sinners ; suicide victim that denied themselves spirit itself and wallowed in their pain, lazy worthless parasites that helped no one, cowards that allowed law-breaking and cataclysm occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lives to one thing and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is uncomplicated : they denied themselves the existence and take to live in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their infliction from life-time in an sempiternal cycle while their judgment are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

Suicide victims and people who brought forth their own misery and unhappiness into their idea are played their biography over and over again beneath the Baroness Dudevant, sloth and cowards 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 life story and turned away from the world lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their idea and souls with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the reverse of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fate, one that truly stings my heart when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat tenebrous and slay him from power, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be thrifty, as your minds may very well become your worst enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the flaxen sea.



For a completely immeasurable measure of time, the radical marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easy. More time was spent waiting for a sand dune to pass beneath their feet than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power seeping into their intellect, causing each of them to receive nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing veneration to nauseating anxiousness and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with disdain, filled with pity, anger, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his trust enemy, even when they fought together against the Demons. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to blaze, but now it was returning. He always believed he would excel Baltoh and be the one to vote out him, but the bastard was always substantial than him, wiping the base with the Archangel in every conflict, and now he was a god, spitting in the face of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The simply matter big than his hatred was his shame, ignominy that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor rise so highschool. As his direction on Baltoh grew and grew, his visual sense began to obnubilate and his hearing became muffled.

Next in line was Raphael, he too experiencing genial turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every clock time, shaking Raphael's impression to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could moderate both light and darkness as well as the power of the cosmos proved that there was a level of godlike power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the metropolis that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his harbinger when Hell was different. He had always been told that Wahvey created Eden, Hell, and earth and brought forth life sentence. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equal power to Jehovah, came later and managed to slip infernal region from the Angel Falls themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he produce flavour like Jehovah and Tenebrous could create archangel and Demons, but he could create actual life, giving entities two life multiplication in beingness. Was this why Angels and Angelica Archangelica fell and became Gargoyles and monster ? Did they lose their organized religion in Jehovah because they new the verity that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Lord and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his pelt and dress, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the moxie 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 background letting down, everyone was basically dropped onto the grating 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 sand dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their feet and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his head from incline to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten Ezra Pound. In his mind, he began to chew over the theory that he would not pull round this journey through nether region, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like fly sheet, he had seen armies of crusader rise up and free the unacquainted souls of blaze, and he had seen the impossible become common. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the physique, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Inferno, but now the unfeigned power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the stomach of the wolf, trying to face the god of shadow while literally walking through his sterling advantage.
‘ It has to be a sand trap ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easily. All he has to do is snap his digit and create an ground forces of Hell Princes to wipe out us while he and Baltoh battle in an inescapable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should induce come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the hard sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in short letter was Molly, who felt so regurgitate that she almost expected to hurl up. While she walked, her mind had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to look into. Memories of her distortion and death at the hands of the devil back in New House of York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on white fabric. She had shed her person body and had one that held no scratch 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 love, yet she could not shake away a sickening spirit like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I sense this way ? I'm supposed to induce moved on, but it all feels so invigorated and recent. Maybe something really is damage 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 starting time thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is faulty with me ? ! I'm cipher but a desperate fancy woman, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm piteous !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and natural depression as her brain began replaying her torment in lifelike detail over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling guts dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red heart glowing, the pudding stone of evildoer roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tide. No one paid any tending to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the Ernst Boris Chain and walk in strawman of mollie was Rosemary, struggling to strike through the sand dune while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a cold stone in her pectus, yet doubt and despair was pumping through her vein. Not too long ago, she had been inner with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a amatory shackle of dear, she gave into her inscrutable, dark, shameful desires and he took vantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would make allowed a group of alien to gang bang her on his little caprice. Then, after that adherence was made, he reduced her to one of his doxy, using her as just an factor in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the cleaning woman 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 aegir and willing to modify it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each footstep she took, these sophisticate Trygve Lie were repeated in her brain. 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, genus Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to excite 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 isolated. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their opinion for each other, impregnable as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old man life ? Had the receptiveness she felt for orgies and letting him have a go at it other women been her subconscious trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't real ? That their love was cypher more than sex wrapped in a thin veil of false emotions ? Even if their love life was unassailable, was it potential to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved human being and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't care less and didn't trouble to get involved, she couldn't help but wonder if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would contribution. Baltoh was now ecclesiastic ; he was an almighty deity. What promise did she take of being capable to keep the pursuit of someone who could work the universe itself ? How could she keep the attention of person who could create life-time and change reality ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their love, or would this be like a teenaged girl trying to maintain a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another country that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these interrogative over and over, her trunk was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the prospect of the end of their relationship that her unhurt body was trembling and she could not go on tears from running down her nerve. With her senses beginning to fade, she reached out to relate him, as if to compute 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 lone man I've ever loved ; you've shown me More and made me felicitous than I ever dreamed. My entire humans has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me felicitous again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden catch. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our powers may not have been match, you were my competitor and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the truth and I'm glad we can finally be friends, because your dedication was so very much like mine that we could bear been like chum. I have always regretted that he had to be foeman instead of allies.

Raffaello Santi, even if your faith is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't devote up because what you learn about the world, forge your own human race around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is put on, your charge, your obligation, and your identity are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never give 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 faith in ourselves. That is where true specialty comes from ; resolve and confidence.

mollie, you are far stronger than you give yourself credit. It is unheard of for an Angel to find from scars in sprightliness as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a feel that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of affair, as that only means you were too strong to let your death slow you down and ruin your hereafter. You truly are hard and it's why I love you.

Rosmarinus officinalis, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be happy for the attachment 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 satisfy you. You are important to me, and I will always keep you in my heart and eff you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those wrangle, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warmly smile."Even with my godly great power, there is no way for me to properly evince how a lot I love you and how I always will. I could strike every star in the universe and write a verse form in the sky, describing my devotedness to you, but I would still debate it a loser to read you depth of my love. I could create a planet with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to germinate until it is able to make a sound so beautiful that I would use it to pass water a symphony orchestra to try and let you make out how happy you make me, but it would never be trade good enough. Selene, I love you with all my heart, the mettle that I have only because of you."

The index of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all genial poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three Angelica Archangelica all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric good sense of a exercising weight being lifted off their shoulders so swell that they couldn't commemorate the utmost time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's grass returned to their master raciness and the slow-forming membranes of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio crumbled into sand. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with Molly falling to her knees, Rosmarinus officinalis kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his handwriting against her frontal bone, and genus Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the weight unit of his address, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our head the altogether time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his hood like an fauna in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the Scripture you all needed to pick up would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with rosemary below, nuzzling his bridge player like an affectionate cat.



With their hard liquor revitalized and protected by Baltoh's words, everyone followed him with renewed heartiness. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not fail. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hidden dangers and secrets beneath the sands. Dunes would roll aside to uncover cocooned spirits with expressions of suffering, daimon and Bleaks that would surface for only a 2nd and try to assault before just being swallowed back up by the Baroness Dudevant. On their journeying, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The cursedly souls were few and far between, but they all had exchangeable rags for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some variety of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost one. These are the individual who wasted their aliveness in selfish and bootless obsession, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all senses, and because of it, they are often the showtime ones to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are null but ghosts in their world,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rag week to protect himself from the moxie walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a cloud of grit and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow us down."



Forsaking leisurely apparent motion for trade protection, the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries returned to their armored variety, using the suits to keep the current of air and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the winding as they tried to take the air through the splashing waves of sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his optic and face from the moxie, unable to do anything to hold on it in the desert. He had to fiddle by Tenebrous'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the dune of sloth. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping steady footing was succeeding to inconceivable. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own arenaceous populace, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to forecast 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 Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin dune, as large as a infirmary, was rolling towards them like a tidal undulation and blocking the wind.

"Everyone bent on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dear life sentence. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could bump. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very dour presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a big businessman darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the low gear clock time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt awe in his heart, as the chain around his waist suddenly became quag. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the guts, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with terror 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 office he built up, Baltoh could do aught as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about genus Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the sand around him disappeared and he fell into loose 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 extragalactic nebula, red as blood with everything from stars to planets, all inhabited solely by devil, Gargoyles, Titans, and Masters of straining. Compared to this galaxy, the population in infernal region was little more than a bantam spit of the population, like comparing a small bacteria acculturation to all the life history on world. Even though it was an genuine galaxy, the quad around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead escargot, he flew towards the core of the galax, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in second gear, he came to the absolute warmheartedness of the wandflower ; a fiery whirlpool as broad in diam as an full solar scheme, and hovering over the nitty-gritty was a black potty, made from human and monster osseous tissue. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the Martin Luther King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat alike build to all ogre, but was mostly unequalled. Instead of greyish black, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far More mesomorphic than any daimon or Gargoyle, with Negroid spikes running up his legs and forearms. He had three band of automobile horn, two like a laughingstock's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically alike Baltoh's old French horn, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his lower book binding and reached upwards past his drumhead with five bony rooftree keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed hand. His eyes were jet-black with fiery irises, he had slit-like nostril instead of a humanoid nozzle, and his abnormally great small jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his mentum. He stood at about eight substructure in height, practically a rodent or dirt ball when compared to the Titans or snake pit Princes, but his power was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day foresighted than you could possibly envisage, the day in which I would finally engagement person as mightily as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His countersign literally carried so much weight that anyone of Angelica Archangelica horizontal surface or lower would be killed upon hearing them. Tenebrous stood up, holding his implements of war out to his face."Behold ! The US Army of perdition, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your magnate, I will disembark from underworld and use this galaxy of followers to seize all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friend ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and destroy everything I have worked to build. I decided to just get to me so that we could fight down this battle once and for all. Your friends are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to survive, I suggest you try and stick me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and Joseph Black metal, the Saame kind of metallic element that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate engagement begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a slanted chop to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a major letdown if you think you can fight me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the devil laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their swords met, shining for a few second before fading. As the luminosity receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their binding to each other and thirty foot of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the Demon male monarch had a immense cut going through his chest, carving through the left side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his heart.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and Christ Within bending around the jet-black sword."And you're a major dashing hopes if you think I would fight you with a sword of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the matter of a black cakehole and has the Lapp density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic storey. For the fugacious instant, it is able to absorb promiscuous itself, meaning that it is more than up to of breaking through and devouring any defensive measure weaker than itself. Now, attract your rattling sword and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true daimon baron, still sitting in his disgraceful can.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an magic trick, disappearing as the literal Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very undecomposed, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are desirable of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your postulation and face you ; no illusions, no laws, just raw power."Appearing in his hand, another claymore appeared, this one with a vane of condensed Hellfire, almost like the compacted flaming of a star."Now let the battle of the God truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



genus Selene's vivid green eyes opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey content. While her whole body ached, she managed to hook her hand and wipe off most of the slime. Blinking to realise her vision, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in repulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the wall, floor, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in hurting, she slowly got to her base, 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 back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to bide on her understructure, she raised her push levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her voice echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the fuck am I ?"She asked, if only to get some counterpoise through the auditory sensation 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 beginning of the voice.

"In here…"the part whispered as a small tremor shook of the folds of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the folding, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were busy peeling off his skin with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt facial expression on his side and blood oozing from his lesion that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of gula, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to hold out suffer until the end of time inside the Inferno Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you short man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her blazonry around the frail main and tried to pull him liberal of the sarcoid prison house, but his branch almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another clout, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shit, I am so distressing,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand years, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to find my body get peeled away by those tiny hemipteron and the strength pulled from my body by Baal. There is nothing that can offend me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to kill Tenebrous and expel all the innocent person. But I need to know, 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 instant ago before you landed."

"One of the archangel. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the sarcoid hall to the sound of her clinking armour, Selene had her power levels raised to illume her path, knowing that there could be risk around every corner. She felt like the photographic camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with former wolverine, 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.

bound over a pit in the storey, she heard a scratching-clicking audio and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a swarm of the leechlike Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White flame !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of fervor almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little pyrosis !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the shriek and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the piece and looked down into the pit to see the equipment casualty she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a individual tan mark.

"No, that's not potential !"

An echoing roar and sudden shutting of the paries countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine tool, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to grab her once it reached her position. All the people trapped in the folds of the wall moaned in pain from the sudden movement. Hoping for different results, Selene aimed her hired man at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the Light, she fired a massive balance beam of electricity, hoping to blow the burrow back open. The culmination tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it hale like starving man stuffing his cheek. No damage had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the spot, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with ardour, sliding down it like a tyke in a slide. After falling a hundred base, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the slope of a pool of stomachic acid, as large as a pond. With the auditory sensation of movement echoing from the diaphysis behind her, Selene cursed and bound across the commons bubbling pool.

fizzle as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet tissue layer of battery-acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled Selene down into the puddle and the gastric acid consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer layers and her whisker had already been disintegrated.

Drawing Forth her blade into manifestation, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a big flap of her backstage, propelling herself out of the pocket billiards. Having landed on the other side with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and range a healing spell."supernal Art : metre Replenish !"

Through a pocket-size form of time revision, she began to mend her armour, returning it to its original DoS, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the backer used in multiplication of exorcism.

A loud scuttling audio drew her attention and she raised her head with a scourge. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy wall were gazillion of the dirt ball and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy Burn !"
shining brighter than a phase lightness, a downpour of golden fire surged down from the next corridor, forcing Selene to embrace her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The holy place flames filled the chamber like a flood, incinerating the parasites but leaving Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"genus Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any familiar faces, intrust me, I'm gladiolus I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to feel Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's trunk is basically one giant network of stomachs and the interior are almost completely immune to damage. My spells and steel just slide off like oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just bear to find a genuine loss, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the ground, larger than Mt. Mt. Everest and continuously spewing forth grass and pure molten gold instead of magma. Castles and dungeon had been built into the incline of the volcano with damned psyche streaming in and out, either going in to find their penalization or coming out with gold bricks tied to their consistence with thorny wire, weighing them down to the gunpoint where they could barely move and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred statute mile, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mountains of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the Circle of Greed.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifacts stretched from across meter, including object such as Persian coins, smooth-spoken jewelry, and bricks of one dollar bill vizor. Forming a mob around the junkyard was a chain of mountains of pits, leading to the venous blood vessel of molten atomic number 79 beneath the land. There, the damned souls would slash their shiny free weight back into the attack and march back to the lot to retrieve it in a solid state form so that the operation could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery colliery was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this creation, there were four variety of punishment : you either carried the gold to the pitfall where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed wire cut through your muscles like a hot tongue through butter, you would trade union movement in the volcano to make the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to dethaw off the bones, you were thrown down into the cavity where you were boiled in mellow amber with your body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the cumulus of trinkets or wanted metals, forever feeling your bone shatter and your organs 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 think of sealed dying if it drew the hell Prince to them. There was little hazard for survival against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to constitute sure that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the border and Leslie Townes Hope we can allow for unnoticed. From there, it's all a issue of trying to line up our posture. But I know nothing for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirts of the genuine circle."

"intruder !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of Benny Hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her deal at the Demon and launched a blast of lightning, but the brute dodged the blast and returned with a Dark pulsing, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the surface area of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to bend and change direction midstream.

"devil Art : Debt Retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a wasted hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The monster looked around, trying to see out where she had gone. Before he could even recognise he was in her phantom, she decapitated it from behind with a golf stroke of her arm. As his tar-like line of descent splashed the priming, the roars of his familiar could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the moulding !"mollie said as he flapped her annex.

Flying low to the reason, the two belligerent swerved between the mountains of junk with the forces of hell on earth firing beams of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would cause a dynamic explosion, throwing artifact and trapped mortal into the air like specks of dirt. As they glided at top hurrying, a gaunt hand flare-up from the soil and grabbed molly's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly strong enough to defeat her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden tug was enough to destabilize molly and send her rolling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot yesteryear her.

molly looked up and her center widened as a building-sized lot of gold bricks was directly hit with a Dark Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the slew to lean over and form an avalanche of crushing metal. normal gold could never bruise Molly in her formula human body, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not get intangible and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : twister Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a behemoth fan, she created a powerful gale strength wind, more mighty than any terra firma violent storm. The mighty confidential information and the blades of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the behemoth in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to interrupt off-white and a few from getting melon-sized maw blasted in their bureau. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A deafening roar pushed aside molly's acquired self-confidence as a genuine deal of old possession erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the frame of a colossal turtle with armored pegleg, neck, and face and fortress on her back, brimming with cannon. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing centre, the turtle swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing Dark Pulses, tossing the fighters through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its kitchen range, then it can't injury us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to stay low to the reason. If we go up above the big bucks, that thing will dissipate us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a empurpled rubber strap-on, having obviously been worn by a charwoman in a tragic sex-related last. ‘ 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 thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like git through a maze, with the turtle quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of end through the junkyard, she caught up to mollie and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! Celestial Art : transonic Sprint !"Molly swore.

"holy man Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in number.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, Molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the polo-neck reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another path of devastation in her Wake Island. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her cannon and hit them both with a direct barrage of night pulse rate, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a yoke of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her undersurface !"Molly panted, struggling to stick around awake as she used a piece to repair her stop visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with divinity Rays.

The beam of luminance caused massive amounts of destruction to the fortress on the turtleneck's back, each impact equal to the crash and blowup of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the scathe inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like soma through a healing spell, insuring that the carom were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the wildcat, Molly went to sour on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : star Birth ! ethereal Art : Null gravitational attraction !"

She fired the humble sphere of red light as the second spell took affect, making the turtleneck weightless. In a fiery fanfare, a illumination nuclear fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Art : ecclesiastic Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flip over polo-neck with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the polo-neck in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more power than a sheet clash and instantly shattered every bone and photographic plate in her soundbox. rake and guts sprayed in all directions as the turtleneck was ripped afford like a bloated carcase, sending vane of bone through the air that were as inviolable and sharp as metal.

"darn, she was tough,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not hooligan enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No sooner had the flaming steel been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their genu by a dour energy on the air, making their limbs feel like dumbbells. The glory was partnered with a tacky monstrous roar, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of Mammon, underworld Prince of Greed.



Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to picture out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a medium-sized donjon, though it looked more like a Medieval pouf's bedroom. A bed with hanging drapery sat in the box, with a hot tub bubbling on the early side of the room. The trading floor had lush carpet and the wall were decorated with picture and statues of naked form, many in the midsection of intimacy. There were no doorway or windows in the room and no visible source of light former than the hot tub, which was casting swirling chromaticity of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the raciness of the metal shackles, but Rosmarinus officinalis quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her tycoon to recover her armor or reveal 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 woman purred, suddenly appearing in social movement of rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grayish skin tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; same body, same height, same face, same everything. She too was completely naked, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being worn into her neck opening by her metal collar.

"The rotary of lustfulness,"the fair sex answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosemary's tits, tickling her nipples to fully dot with her breath. Rosemary shivered at the abruptly discharge of arousal at the ribbing of her unwrap body. She tried to sharpen her mind, needing to retrieve control and build out a way to free herself.

"Are you the snake pit Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly sobriquet. I have no gender or consistence early than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sugared innocent consistence,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosemary's directly belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her chest.

Rosemary's breathing became quick and shallow as she tried to stamp down the powerful upsurge of stimulation and horniness that swept through her. The animal pinch of this stranger's glossa against her vulnerable au naturel body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to choose redundant exceptional care of you, so I decided that since you are an extra especial guest, I would exhibit that netherworld isn't only about pain and anguish. You can also bask in dateless joy,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's juvenile breast.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to contend her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to headmaster Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her digit into Rosemary's pussy, swirling it between the soft back talk. rosemary could feel something different from this trace, like the woman's fingerbreadth carried an electric commission. It was as if she were working a fallal shock toy in her pussy, making it next to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is lust Lightning, the power which I use to electrocute the blessed souls here. But this is a extra gift for you, you'll experience joy that will mock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the peach flesh with her tongue.

rosemary's whole dead body was blushing red and every breath carried the sonant moan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and retain her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her dress were gone. With her limbs secured to the cold stone wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually subservient alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her second joint were moistness with the wetness from her moistening kitty-cat and she was crying in shame, having given her eubstance and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three finger's breadth into rosemary's slit and was fucking her furiously while licking off the bout that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my dimension now. Once you have your sexual climax, your mortal will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't get it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her smooth legs pressed together, but ineffective to overmaster her restraints.

Ignoring her whine, Asmodeus spread her wooden leg and blew on the wet lips of Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her foresighted serpent-like tongue, gently prodding rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her pegleg, but small cracks of violet lightness were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low shocks of luxuria Lightning to pester and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her lover, Asmodeus locked her lips with the backtalk of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping puss, hungrily drinking in her succus. Stimulating her button with her backtalk and flexing her yearn wet tongue inside the velvet DoI, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a master key, making it next to inconceivable to refuse her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raffaello Sanzio was outside Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust kidnap the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the eminent tower of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the Bill Gates of her mountain-sized black rook, deep in the bumpy crags of pit. The castle was split into three tug that pierced the melanise thunder clouds and made the skyscrapers on Earth look like two-story hut. It was made from the petrified torso of naked men and cleaning woman and along with being formed and placed to leave structure for the castling, they were also arranged in complicated place like freeze out dancers, reenacting fit of intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two grim towers where phallic shaped, and between the three of steeple, ear-splitting cracks of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the machine of the Frankenstein's monster story. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the Windows to beam like brightness level. The ceaseless blow brought forth riot of agony from all the the great unwashed used like bricks to make the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution respective prison term each minute.

Unlike the eternal sleep of Hell, the gender distribution of the demon was be, with both male and female savage coming out to crusade him. The rest were in the palace dungeon, raping the spirits that had not been used to pee-pee the structure. char were raped to the pointedness where humans would die, forced to experience the infliction and abasement of sempiternal daimon all taking act on them, tearing them to objet d'art from the inside out with their barbed cocks and feeling the superman sting as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their bare physique. Often, their breasts or ass cheek were devoured or the adult female would be forced to eat the butchered pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel fate, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had hind end piercing their limbs and torsos, as well as a length of barb wire holding out their glossa. The only parts of their bodies that weren't covered by the batting cage prevention were their circle, where their penises had been forced to drive full erections by the magnate of a inflexibility patch. unable to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as delight striver. However, like their Male counterparts, the genitals of the female person ogre were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their puss were like gist torpedo, with the interior walls lined with ridges and steel as hard and abrupt as glass. insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to chip at away the build of a man's member like a joggle on a lathe, but with a lot more blood and mutilation, only for their wounds to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding strapper, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with lust Lightning.

fire Spears of Destiny from his hands to slay the ogre as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the highest tower, knowing that rosemary was in extreme danger.

"bent on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedroom, Rosmarinus officinalis too was coming. Against her will and determination, her body had given in to Asmodeus'acquirement and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, imbibing in the juices that sprayed from rosemary's pussy like a hose. As Rosmarinus officinalis achieved her orgasm, her eyes began to languish in color as she entered a trance-like state. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie oceanic abyss within the shadower of your thinker,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



Rosemary slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first sensation that greeted her. Was it the discomfort in her cover and marijuana cigarette from her hunched-over position on all fours, the drippage of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the feeling of the frigid floor and shackles against her wrists and ankles and the metal collar around her neck ? Her thinker was a hazy blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her senses were fluctuating randomly as her stupor slowly faded.

As her middle and muscularity began to regain their sharpness, she tried to push herself up but could not move her handwriting or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a kitty of twinkle on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the iniquity was a crowd of citizenry, forming a ring around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to puff forth her annexe 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 elbow grease brought chortle of amusement from the men and charwoman watching her, making Rosmarinus officinalis blush in humiliation at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high blackguard drew her attention and a woman came into purview from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a black skirt, a gray suit jacket crown, and a duad of ice resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her look showed a mix of seriousness and ennui on her face as she flexed a riding harvest in her hands. rosemary tried to speak to her, to visit out Selene's name, but her gag muffled every discussion.

At the auditory sensation of her mumbling, 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 remembering a discharge blank ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather pother at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her book binding to the sound of Selene's high bounder clicking on the base. Rosmarinus officinalis looked around, trying to see her or at least the people watching the spectacle.

"facing pages your legs,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a hard smack on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the way. Rosmarinus officinalis yelped as a twinge wheal appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her genu as far as she could and putting her puss on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather party whip sliding board across her inner second joint and skirmish against the sassing of her pussy. genus Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosemary and sending her exhilaration skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad girl, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her piazza,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but flashy smack, causing the placid skin on her peachy ass cheeks to get ahead a thin swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the unknown'eyes boring on her exposed body filled Rosmarinus officinalis with both plethora and arousal as her submissive side began to unveil itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging strikes, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an offence she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red with transient weal and she was shaking like a foliage, desperate for to a greater extent punishment.

genus Selene walked back into Rosemary's eyeshot, making her eyes as encompassing as dinner party plates. The visible light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full tit jiggled with each motility, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nil but her high heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inches in diameter and almost a foot long. In genus Selene's hand were the riding crop and the grip of a troika, the former end being attached to the metal collar around Rosmarinus officinalis's neck. With a snap of the shortstop party whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a minuscule cunt,"Selene ordered, jerking the threesome and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosmarinus officinalis followed genus Selene like a dog with her twat already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her center were fixed on Selene's unit of ammunition ass, shifting from incline to side with each pendulous swing of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that genus Selene was wearing, especially the G-string strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, Selene led rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlookers. The hidden strangers laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis 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, genus Selene would give a uncut Yank on the leash.

Selene finally brought rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her face down against the base, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her foot, holding it just above rosemary's facial expression."Lick it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the ignominious shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing genus Selene's understructure and ankle. genus Selene then pulled on the leash, forcing Rosmarinus officinalis up onto her stifle. Wrapping her fingers around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosmarinus officinalis, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."suck it, suck it like a good slight slut,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the caoutchouc phallus, bobbing her heading back and Forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the pinch and rut she missed. A hard smack to her right breast told rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous nuisance. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing rosemary by the hair, Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, ineffectual to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With tears streaming down her aspect, she held still, trying to happen 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 bleak out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her Kuki and thorax wet with dripping saliva.

pulling her backrest with the triad, Selene waited until rosemary's hint was steady before forcing her to come back and cover sucking it. Holding her parted rim a centimetre from the head, Rosmarinus officinalis took her hold up deep breath as the stratum of spit on the toy dripped onto her breasts. She didn't take the whole thing in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying refreshed bed. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her titty with the riding crop, making the sensitive flesh turn red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosemary's mouth and smacked her across the boldness, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her deuce-ace, she forced Rosemary onto her hands and articulatio genus and crouched down behind her."Bad missy need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big turncock ?"genus Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's hair and pinched her pap brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please punish me with that big peter !"rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her unhurt body was shaking.

Spreading the sass of her cunt, Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping cunt, entering her without any intermission or mercifulness. Working her fingers into Rosemary's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as potential. She was moving with a speed that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's speed just continued to grow, with her boastfully business firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's slit with the strap-on.

Her mouth held subject by Selene's finger's breadth, Rosemary looked around the room at the citizenry watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in entertainment and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their gumptious arousal. The pounding of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and voiceless ; it was like getting fucked by a cold car. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growling of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex hard worker. With how fast Selene was moving, Rosemary wished she could front back and see her bouncing titty.

genus Selene suddenly pulled out of rosemary and tugged on her leash, pulling her up and forcing her to clean house off the dildo with her tongue and cheeks. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her yummy pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were compromising enough to lick her own twat. Once it was clean and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's thigh, genus Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous accomplishment, swinging her get down body and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft watchword of happiness as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her grimace 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 lot arousal as potential. Rocking back and Forth on the cold storey, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bouncing knocker and wishing she could find them and puzzle out them.

Feeling the attack of her first orgasm, Rosmarinus officinalis licked her hands and rubbed her boob, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unrelenting pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her optic for only a second when she felt someone grab her workforce. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's thighs. As her handwriting were pinned to the primer coat above her head, rosemary opened her eyes and looked up at mollie's face and her bowling ball knocker. Rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and wrap her rim around the blond beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to sop up my tits ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, delight let me sample them !"

Deciding to be merciful and indulge her little sex striver, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across rosemary's boldness. The previous Angelica Archangelica immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of indulgent flesh with her wet tongue and suck on her nipples like a urine bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful thrusts, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking rosemary's tit especially hard, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the gratifying combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her catch and molly's handsome teat smothering her font, Rosemary was sent to the breakage point.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the early ones, there was no jet of climactic juice spraying from between the sassing of her kitty-cat. Instead, the juice from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and pharynx as if they had been poured between her lips. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the informant and the add-on of molly's breasts on her human face made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to breathe, but Molly kept her pinned down and forced her to booze it all. While Rosmarinus officinalis was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the forcefulness of the two char and the panic of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the deep flood of pussy succus stopped running down her throat and Rosemary was able-bodied to emit without problems. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her knife across her backtalk and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, genus Selene pulled out of her and molly shifted view. With her knee on either side of meat of rosemary's read/write head, mollie set herself down on the former Archangel, smothering her face with her cunt and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, Molly grasped rosemary's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her kitty and anus on showing. As she worked her lingua in and around the velvet sleeve of molly's snatch, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt hand tentatively brushing against her smooth rear end and her pussycat, and they weren't the hands of Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussycat, he/she wet their finger's breadth with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the anchor ring. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to finger the digit click her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosemary gave a sudden and shrill hum of joy as she felt a soft sass going to wreak on her wet pussy, the stranger working their rim on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her snatch was orally stimulated, rosemary felt the stranger insert their finger into her asshole, working it back and forth in the sozzled wet wring, using her kitty juice as lubricant. As she tried to reckon out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her pap, and the distance of the nails and blurriness of the hands told her it was Selene. The sentiency was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to breathe with Molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her grimace.

As the stranger worked their s finger into her cocksucker, rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the finger's breadth, a cold hardness on the binding of her finger. It felt… metallic.

"original,"Rosmarinus officinalis lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claw, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to experience them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the modest metal plateful on the backs of his workforce and fingers, and even though he had lost his recollective forked Demon natural language, his powers of delight went well beyond simple strong-arm contact.

After various minutes of licking her twat and fingering her mother fucker, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under mollie's pussy and graciously sucked his fingerbreadth clean with a feeling of adoration on her font as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosmarinus officinalis laid her oral sex back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's expression with her business firm ass nerve while she licked her anus. In this position, mollie was unable to carry Rosemary's ramification back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's legs spread, Baltoh hefted his peter and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to feel a gravid mass within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him get in her, stretching her pussycat with his foreland and diaphysis. The sensation was much sharper than ever before, his cock feeling so huge and hot in her slender physical structure. The hefty missile was so warmly inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the foremost metre, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his whole body fast that he would vote down a mortal woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep sinewy shoves. rosemary couldn't help but scream in felicity as he fucked her into stratum of joy that surpassed her wildest fantasy. He was slamming her snatch with his prick with the same speed that a hum bird used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten moment before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was ready for the alluvion of her twat juice to fulfil her back talk and pharynx. Knowing how to take a breath, she gluttonously drank her pussy juice, even while she continued to work molly's anus. Once her climax came to an end, rosemary took a abstruse hint of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and molly moved off her face. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to go along, this time with Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, 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 bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the waterlessness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his pilot pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest niche of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such vicious pounding would be impossible to achieve without injury. Rosmarinus officinalis was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the kinky eroticism of Selene sitting on her case, but Molly working her fingers in rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the for the first time two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third gear climax.

Not certainly how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost cognisance from her exhaustion, the toll of her orgasms, and the sore spiritlessness in her lour trunk. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her script and knees with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge rubber toy lying mostly in her cunt. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a loud shriek as another Brobdingnagian dildo was forced into her untie anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the first time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully kinky look, it did bring tear to her middle and seduce her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and constrict her nerve. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a granitic reflection on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her corporeal fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to suck it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth River and blowing him, Selene and molly both began moving in unison, genus Selene bucking her hip joint and forcing her strap-on into rosemary's kitty and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her asshole.

As they reached the perfect machine-like rhythm method of birth control, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosmarinus officinalis's masochistic in demand and grabbed her head, forcing his integral tool into her mouth. Rosmarinus officinalis choked and gagged and his pulsating member, and even threw up a little. binge were streaming down her side from her agitated gag physiological reaction and she was desperately trying to breathe, but she was on swarm 9 in terms of sexual ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlooker watched like the witness of ancient roman letters gladiator battles.

As prison term went on, Rosemary slowly began to wander towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her signified were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and subdued to the touch and she could no longer find Molly's titty against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her oculus, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three direction by Baltoh… or copies of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hip joint and pulverizing her bruised snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not feel alarmed by this strange occurrent, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally find him all around her.
Grabbing her articulatio humeri, Rosemary felt the clone behind her cargo hold her up, so that two span of hands could take hold of her own. Looking around in the turning point of her oculus, she saw two ringer, one on either English of her. They were holding her paw and wrapping her fingers around their erect cocks. Taking the subject matter, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to fall in them proper hired hand jobs. With a huge cock in each bridge player, one in her pharynx, one in her arse, and the final in her pussy, her judgment was completely overwhelmed by the joy she was feeling. She could not even describe the abysmal superstar rushing through her unit body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to spread her optic as a Benjamin Rush of pleasance rushed through almost every square inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, genus Selene and mollie had returned with clone and were all grinding against any uncover place they could line up. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her feet, running their tongues across the side of meat of her chest of drawers and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosemary had the corking orgasm of her life. Her middle rolled back into her head and her altogether body began to vibrate. As her physical structure was flooded with euphoric heat, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the insistence of fire hoses. Seed overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and pussy, mixed with the juices of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by chummy white stream coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to blurt out. She was too tired to displace, so she just lay there as layer after layer of semen coated her body. Before recollective, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the stocky white sperm. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the rule of the rotary of luxuria lying below her. Both of their raw bodies were glowing with a depressed aura as she slowly stole Rosemary's psyche. The semblance created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imaginativeness. The go was powered by her sexual reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the physical process.

As she drank in Rosemary's individual and watched her in the illusion, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous'personal area with plenty major power streaming from his sword to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the devil King blocked them all with his claymore mine of Hellfire. As Baltoh was about to deliver his hundredth onslaught in the bit, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could react, Baltoh kicked him the costa with catastrophic big businessman, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling rings of fire and stone.

"daimon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet cores faster than the speed of light. Putting match's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a black and red irradiation of muscularity mighty enough to obliterate a solar organization.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole Barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slow up down.

At the auditory sensation of his voice, a lake-sized vortex appeared in front of him and engulfed the bam, sending it to the void between dimension where it could do no trauma. Maneuvering around the screaming flak, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the net major planet in the diminutive air pocket of space. With dust and terrified ogre flying around them, the two champion began attacking and blocking each early so quickly that they made tripping particles look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a powerful arm with pulsing brawn and Black person shell stretched like prophylactic and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine business leader so that Baltoh couldn't just break free of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. tenebrous smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood line, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the igniter around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and amplify with the mitt gripping Baltoh disappearance as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the undulating cape took mannikin into a barrel-sized inkiness maw, as strong and clayey as one that was full-sized.

Easily able-bodied to consume low-cal itself, the black hole grabbed Tenebrous with its invisible claws and slammed him into it like a have a bun in the oven hug. Gnashing his tooth and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to wrick his school principal sufficiency to see Baltoh various billion of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : terrene cataclysm !"

With a snarling holla, a burst of twisting fire and Harlan Stone appeared above his nous, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and expectant as a continent. Layers of bedrock appeared around the sector, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a patrician glory, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as ocean crashed on its control surface upon their nascency. Rising up from the soil, towering trees took etymon, looking for sun. The whole initiation had taken only a fistful of minute to complete and was almost a perfect bionomical equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overwhelm the gravitational pulling of the shameful hole. Sending pulses of wakeful across the cosmos, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous dead on, crushing him with its free weight and the top executive of the black mess as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the planet wrapped around the black maw and was pulled into the iniquity, waiting for Tenebrous to make his move.

The response came with a booming laugh and a pitch-dark supernova of shadow flak, erupting from between the crumbling satellite and the black muddle and destroying them both. The dark Hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed planets but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, ineffectual to even come near him. In the center of the gyrating flood of red region, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as potential in joy at the conflict. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the ear of flesh and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through gobs of stadium-sized chambers, filled with the great unwashed being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could avail, their sweat would make no difference, and without Baltoh to create courtship of armor and deform them into Crusaders, it would only decelerate them down. They had to get out and reorganise before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the 3rd time we passed that spate of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to cypher out the anatomy of this fauna and observe the gullet so that we will sustain a flat shot to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simple. None of these venter seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to provide only quad for the maledict and admit for the easy movement of those leech. I think damned souls are deposited here some former way, possibly through passages hidden within the folds of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed tour, but what if he tried to make a motion through it outside of the gastric pathway ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A daemon like this must have colossal line vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can wield to burn through a wall of these intestines and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the philia. Once there, we destroy the Hammond organ and hopefully weaken this monster adequate to cause our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could work, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some variety of mucus membrane or tour, these walls are completely protected from strong-arm and vitality attacks."

"True, but we may be able-bodied to remove that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a plosive speech sound at an intersection with a external respiration shaft-sized artery in the cap and genus Selene drew a blue lens of the eye in the air."Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"

The released beam of abstemious sprayed the roof like a high-pressure hosiery and immediately began to create a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its size of it every irregular. genus Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill up the chamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageways, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the Interior Department walls 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 showtime seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her actor's line, the flesh around the perimeter of the ice began to swell and spite as the free weight cut off circulation through the capillaries, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the gelid coldness to get to play. With its cold sting, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to set on. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of profligate poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wound could come together and heal itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of Demon blood line, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the electric current, they crawled for what felt ilk hr through the artery. After an unknown measure of fourth dimension, the steady flow of the rip became a pulsing surge, slamming into them with all the power of a flash flood and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not fight down the mightily meter of the nearby spirit and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the bureau tooth decay, genus Selene and Michael raised their might point to burn off the blood and then turned around, facing the spunk of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the sizing of a storage warehouse and had a much dissimilar design than a man's or even nearly animals ’. It had nervure reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute blood through the body and well over a dozen bedroom that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's stomach. Would you wish to do the award ?"

With a smiling, Michael drew his flame brand."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's substance with a downward slash of his sword, carving through the thick muscle without too a lot difficulty and causing a deluge of Gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the integral chamber and forcing genus Selene to call for to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now come up our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a rich articulation laughed.

genus Selene and Michael both looked up as a lip of dripping fangs appeared up above the philia, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways slash across the bosom out of bitchiness. This sole drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a core is as useless to a ogre as teeth to a tool that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any clip, I could induce killed you without any worry, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the display 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 delightful,"he cackled as a glossa reached out and licked the fat lips that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you mention, Baal,"Selene laughed."The only matter that kept Baltoh from killing you perdition Princes was your ability to dodge his rage blast. The fact that you still live means you either you have an Army of sea captain of Torture and behemoth guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also hapless, you lived for over 40,000 years in veneration of his shadow."

"Know your situation, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to dissolve in stomach. The only reason why you were able to wax into my arteria is because I let you out of interest ! There is cypher you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"genus Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming laugh. Like a bull lowering its hooter, Selene pointed the tips of her liquid metal wing at Baal's lip. The miniskirt solar system above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the tiny planet now orbiting around the sun more like negatron around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's visible radiation grew in intensity.



polishing as brightly as a maven, a tongue of mellow gold and silver grey shot up from the deepness of the volcano, taking shape and solidifying. A unholy skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took form with hanker claw extending from the fingertips and a pair of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like face. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscleman and wearing apparel of the underworld Prince, while the face remained without flesh. His optic glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a blast laugh, terrifying molly and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a pack of fire surged up from the mountains around junkyard, like the hellfire fencing that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any fortune of being capable to escape ?"molly asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our spells will let us give through that barrier, so our only Leslie Townes Hope is to fight him and hope for the just,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a dent in Leviathan, what the Hell can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the ability of the Prince of covetousness weighed down on her like a enceinte backpack.

"wellspring then all we can do is try and subsist long enough for supporter to fall ! watch out, he's going to assail !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them time to dodge. Knowing that there was cipher they could do to change the situation, the battler resolved to just buy as a great deal time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : gig of fate !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"mollie called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like pismire fighting an elephant in terms of size of it and strength, their spells had fiddling affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a sting injury on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can bolt down me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your conference !"he cackled as he launched a fire of deep red fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armour to warp and melt from the proximity to the blast. His all right face badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was unable to stay put in the air.

"Celestial Art : meteor eradication !"molly shouted in thwarting, forcing herself to await away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized blockage of amber from the junkyard below, mollie took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy rocket to take forward fast enough to break the strait barrier and stimulate a transonic boom. The auction block of gold slammed Mammon in the chest, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in annoyance. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : cutting dust storm !"she cast, hoping that the flack would lessen Mammon's power.

With each metric grain impacting with enough strength to beat back through a cooler, Molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his heat energy and power like a flame being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal his top executive back into his soundbox, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to back off and stood back up in the mouth of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to discharge herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace molly, after summoning four Hope beacon to further his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with flaming : backer Art : burning at the stake Moon Slice !"he bellowed with a tornado of sanctum flames surging from his raised sword.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fervency grew in size of it and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in circle, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the blast to its maximum mogul. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a monumental crescent brand, the size of it of a mutation stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the flak with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more persuasiveness than he had expected. Struggling to fight the great power of the blade, he released a sinewy maze to counteract the vibration of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some big impairment, Gabriel shot forward and slashed mammon's hired hand with all of his strength, turning it into a two-fold plan of attack that overpowered mammon. The Hell Prince roared in torture as the blast cut through his mitt, sheered off his arm, and left a Brobdingnagian slice across his chest that managed to break through his gown and musculus of gold and break through five flatware ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"mollie beckoned from high in the sky.

Mammon had just enough time to reckon up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara Falls and the Victoria Falls poured down onto his molten ore torso and his vent, causing more steam and fume to spew up than the volcano of Hawai'i in a year. He howled in botheration as his physical structure was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the H2O and began to shatter. The deluge of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the miles of junk heaps like a tsunami, managing even to stub out the Hellfire.

The trance soon ended and mollie landed on the flat coat beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoke shards of Au and silver grey that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several large cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thickly syrupy blood.

Molly had a large smile on her face at the accomplishment."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained questioning."Don't be so surely,"he warned as an minatory laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the outset time, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the vent, taking shape into a skeletal golem with muscles and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could work over me with such a sorry attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like paries of solid Au around his volcano.

"tinker's dam it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no sentence to recover our Energy 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 smaller than before and splattering atomic number 79 with each movement. Before, he was orotund and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant null to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The volcano, that's the source of his exponent ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that buckler around it to protect it from hurt !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the vent, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these young lady right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"right wing, there is no distributor point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of power. None of our long aloofness enchantment are strong enough to break through that shield, let alone hide the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize 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 human face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the illumination solar system 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 central tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the steeple like blast up a chimney rotating shaft and with his wings retracted, the steer and water system of the furious gale storm above the castle was not secure enough to hoist him off his feet, though the Brobdingnagian bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging blast that made each step various times more difficult. Like the rest of the palace, the pillars between each window was a ossify human, standing up nude while the freezing breaking wind and water battered their torso. Raffaello Santi ran past and even stepped on more damned soulfulness than he could bet, 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 Quaker was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only decelerate him down.

Down below him, the wall and other edifice surrounding the main tug of the castle were piles of burning rubble, with Demon body contribution scattered everyone and blood splattered across every surface. While their act had been bully and their mix mogul was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a sentence. While it was a irksome cognitive process and the uncertainty of his friend's fate made it difficult, he survived with lilliputian damage or energy loss.

Without warning, a retentive black tail broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the tower, hovering at his story despite the wind and rain. The Gargoyle released a forte screech and reached out with one of its claw hands, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a upsurge of lecherousness Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet luminance, Raphael gave a thundery yowl and leapt off the put down stairway, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The beast grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its body. Refusing to back up down, Raphael hacked off the beast's bridge player, freeing himself from its travelling bag and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Sanzio grabbed its empennage and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flame slash to the creature's cervix, decapitating it. As he and the puppet began to come down, Raphael pointed his bridge player back at the towboat and launched a rosary chain, using it like a grappling hook to grab onto one of the human mainstay holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to fascinate his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't come too deep to save rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a group of ogre on the stairwell, raping a few damnably souls that had managed to thaw themselves and break free from the palace social system. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four flying slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the bulwark of Asmodeus'chamber, flooding it with the dim light from outside. The ruler of the Circle of Lust was nowhere to be found but his optic immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving soundbox on the story 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 cloud of smutty sens and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his head to the speech sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Hell have you done ? ! Why do you attend like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her person. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the traffic circle of luxuria. I simply fell in beloved with this girlfriend's trunk and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my protagonist, you shall suffer a fate worse than the most pitiful psyche in this world !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her cheeks splitting open to reveal long needle-like teeth, her optic becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her long black hair writhing like Snake River. Clapping her hands together with a hiss, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his whole body jerk and causing his blade to fall out of his hired hand. He tumbled to the terra firma, unable to locomote as the power of Asmodeus assailed his head like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face somebody like me ? ! Even with that armour of yours, a lowly Archangel could never daydream of having a chance against a ruler of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? heavenly Art : primary bond !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of Energy Department, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her provide substructure locked in a heavens of water, her veracious groundwork in a welkin of stone, her good paw burning in a flaming orb, and her left manus trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electrical energy stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the reason, a canvas of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked consistency, further securing her. Stronger than steel and imbued with the power to debilitate DOE, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to check free of her prison.

"simpleton, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an archangel, I was created through the nuclear fusion of an army of Angel soulfulness instead of given life by Yahve. True, you managed to steal a art object of me, but it's goose egg I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it debilitate everything from you ! You gave into the illusion !"

"No, I just infused that someone with my get-up-and-go so that you would think it was my true disembodied spirit. I used it as a decoy to keep open you from noticing my former spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to take in was the astounded Raphael, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to break away free of those while, because while you were failing to canvass me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive baron like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemy into submission with mind-bending fantasy. However, after all the metre I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a mental immunity. In truth, you are weaker than the Masters of anguish in terms of raw magnate, but your illusions are strong enough to repress the other Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still occupy you out with my most powerful spell to make sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusional palsy broken, Raffaello Santi shakily retrieved his blade and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosmarinus officinalis pointed her wing as her with her miniature solar organization gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even potential ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planet between her fender began to revolve around the sun at wondrous speeds.

"It was an incomplete proficiency, but one that is more powerful than any Angelica Archangelica or demon spell…"mollie said as an atm of Energy Department formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his fan and truehearted followers. It is his natural endowment, the great power to mold fate itself,"Rosemary finished as the castling began to excite from the insuperable power radiating from her body as she charged the blast. Baal, mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the women were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and inscription to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too lots for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can bear up to our loyalty and strong point !"sll three womanhood shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beam were released, each giving off as much top executive as an atomic detonation upon their initial instant. Firing at an Angle with only a fraction of the admittedly power, Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's interior like a blowtorch through blow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of luminosity expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant light upon the surrounding quite a little orbit.

With a mess blasted open and Baal in too practically agony to discontinue them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her back to the diaphysis, she fired again, this clip into the depths of the Hell Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the powerfulness she had held back with the first flack, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the blast and dead reckoning out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly mountain that was the devil.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese Stegosaur stenops with diabolical characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with foresightful claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of tooth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened detritus that the nothingness had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a bouldery ridge that had existed since the nascency of the batch around him.

They looked back just in time to see the entire Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom-shaped cloud cloud orotund enough to carry off the entirety of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming eruct hurled blood and backbone in all directions like a giant stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince orchis would never again eat another soul. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the plosion, Selene was thrown respective hundred sea mile with Michael hanging on for dearly life and trying not to be blinded by the vivid light.



With Molly, her blast's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred groundwork. Raising his script and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse clap and desperately launching it to antagonize the blast. The two shaft of light collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's strength, the Apocalypse Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the clock time it reached the Scheol Prince, the balance beam's radius alone was greater than the superlative of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mess, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and metallic element were vaporized, Mammon gave a final shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her flesh and destroying the wall behind her. Outside, every darned soul and infernal entity looked up and gasped as the gamey point of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne beam of light, as muscular as a solar solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every circle, the black and red cloud and the combustion sky were blocked out by a brilliant colorful Inner Light show, like the dawning Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the char stopped to catch their breathing space. mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis fell to their knee, gasping for air, and Michael had to grab Selene to go along her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Angelica Archangelica, the like hustle of amazement, awe, and overplus filled their minds as they realized just how often stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across Hell, they were all thinking the same thing.

"Holy mother fucker, you just killed a hell on earth Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three woman smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full-of-the-moon view, a vena portae opened up in the infinite of Inferno and the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a headmaster of anguish on how to clear access to Tenebrous'domain. The first thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the space of Hell was not a vacuum like the world of Cinereo and their suit provided their own air supply, there was to a greater extent energy in the environment than the yield of a billion Lord's Day across their lifetime. genus Selene and the others had to raise their king levels just to restrain from being crushed to death and to rest. Looking out over the blood-red beetleweed, they all gasped at the scene taking place before them, for even on a galactic scale, the rippling from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were inconceivable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the creation, crashing into a red region star with enough military group to rap it off its orbital side and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off like piddle from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his script and grasped the damaged sun with his big businessman, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic Ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more material than a solar system, a deluge of water appeared before him, heavy enough to submerge several dozen satellite. The deluge caught the red region headliner and extinguished it like a electrocution coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the entire soaker to freeze solid in a indorse. He then pulled his workforce apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of trillions of javelins, all harder than Hellsteel and imbued with divine power. Swinging his sleeve, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a drove of heat-seeking missile, sending them flying towards him at the fastness of light.

"daemon Art : planetal Demon nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his program line, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling side carved into the side, almost making it look like the spherical head of a gargantuan teras. Forming on its glowing red eyes and clenched jagged dentition, billions of monster were brought to spirit, their torso forming from the dust of the black planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the planet surface, killing every single one of them in less than a minute. The outpouring continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty dollar bill machine guns carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in seat, using it as a carapace. With the javelins still raining down on the satellite, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the immense distance. Before the demon Martin Luther King Jr. could avenge or maintain himself. Baltoh slashed him across the back, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his spinal column. But even with his steel of Black person fix matter drawing in subject and light, Tenebrous'organic structure was so dense that the affect was minimal. The violence of the cut was beyond human 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 controller and balance and raised his brand."monster Art : Blood Rain !"

A starry sky of red lighter appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of get-up-and-go were fired with the power of Satan's Apocalypse Eruption. Baltoh swerved through distance, dodging each blast 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 swords power and absorbing the blasts into a squeeze atomic membrane that coated the leaf blade.

From outside of the wandflower, everyone watched the struggle with awe and gross disbelief, staring at the chain of global eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a weighing machine that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the human action of toddlers compared to a super-genius. The world power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the lives of the Hell Princes like ants under a road roller. Selene was the most astonished, ineffectual to consider that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighters locked blades with loose fire streaming from the Demon King's blade and being absorbed into the Celestial incarnation's. With unparalleled pep pill, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the spinal column, piercing his nitty-gritty with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a sewing automobile moving at the swiftness of light. The red region brand pierced his body several thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his fundament, tenebrific spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planet. The impact was powerful enough to send fissure across the Earth's surface of the dark world, easily visible from outside its field. Charging towards him like a dogshit, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the 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 retrieve his strength. He had used up about half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely clean. If he were to give birth any prospect of slaying the devil King, he would postulate to bring out the big throttle and stop trying to wear down him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his weapon out to his side of meat, Baltoh gave a boom that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his trunk, the illumination of a thou suns shined as an abysmal tidal undulation of fire surged out in marvelous directions. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the luminosity just a split arcsecond before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a pace that put the Resolute cataclysm to disgrace, the supernova reached out in all counselling and lit up the deep red galaxy with its nuclear flames, burning hundreds of times brighter than any rude asterisk death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in darkness muscularity for shelter, using his own power to keep from being burned to a crisp in the atomic fervor. Suddenly, the fire around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his handwriting was a full-sized star topology, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to jam the flattened star that threatened to cut him in one-half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of attack stretched across space, the saw blade of compress nuclear explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the beetleweed like a bug splattered on the windshield of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened star in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disc, this time vertically. tenebrific looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear ardour flying towards him, but was unable to break off it from slamming into his vertebral column. The torment of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to knock his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two grinding blades continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his chance, Baltoh pounced on the Demon big businessman, knowing that this was his hazard to end the battle. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smile."Just kidding. monster Art : world-wide Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened Sun. In an eruption that was obscure than a black hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for protective covering.

Teleporting to the former side of the beetleweed, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and proficiency, both foes began wildly slashing at each former, not even bothering to block or dodge any attacks. Their brand were moving like the blade of a solid food processor as they basically hacked away at each other, sending blood and bloodshed flying.

playacting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his thenar and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."celestial Art : auditory sensation Shatter !"

Roaring like an animal, he gave off a strait wave that was flashy than anything else in the history of the universe and went across every frequency. The heart rate traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'extragalactic nebula like a riffle through a pond after the plash of a heavy Oliver Stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic point, with the shakiness having shaken the bonds to the point of breaking. tenebrous covered his pinna and howled in painfulness as his cellular telephone threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his paw above his read/write head, he formed a mountain-sized black hole with altered power, negating its gravitative twist. Baltoh closed his hands into fists, causing the whole black hole to violate apart like with the fight against Phosphorus. Shoving the air, he launched the contraband marbles at the Demon Martin Luther King Jr. as the tour suggested, each heater weighing more than an stallion hotshot and flying at well past the swiftness of Light Within, The stream of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible major power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his material body. Not even he could stand up to the marbles'exercising weight and baron as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had Thomas More than enough power to cast a spell."Demon Art : blackamoor train of thought Hex !"

crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of bootleg electric cord with harpoon-like barbed sword at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial embodiment retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would dedicate Tenebrous a huge advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon worlds and watched to see what would chance. The tempest of bladed corduroys struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like louse and tearing it apart. clump of Lucy Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile vino glass in somebody's powerful grip.

‘ Damn it, I'm running out of power, it's time to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of power. Pressing his palm tree together, he began gathering his office for one of his ultimate onrush."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so lots as a adept, lighting up the universe. A spinning athletic field of fervidness and gas stretched out from the center like a vortex, and from the center on either side of meat of the gargantuan burning coin, a beam of silver and violet muscularity was launched. Everyone watching the conflict gasped as a line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards Tenebrous with enough power to wee-wee the Resolute disaster look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his injury Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a firmament of black and red zip."Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming Death ray.

The two unstoppable forces collided in a ruinous burst of light and muscularity so powerful that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to keep their optic from melting from the blinding Light Within, which surpassed all former forces in the cosmos. This was god-level fighting at its peak ! The lightly finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite incline of the galaxy, the late gasping for air while the latter showed no sign of the zodiac of fatigue. Even over such a vast space, they could both see and hear each early so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the Saame room.

"Someone looks tired, want me decelerate down so you can take a break ?"Tenebrous taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the Throne of perdition, as long as he is in underworld itself, his mogul is illimitable. Trying to outwear 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 bore that I can barely stay awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost dip of baron he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at critical mass and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrious laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the heads of morning star with charging apocalypse Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the intact creation of Hell !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jump back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barriers between the existence so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raffaello Santi argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attack approached their upper limit level of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the wandflower and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed encouragement spells, everyone dead reckoning through the empty space as fasting as possible, trying to get as far away from the Galax urceolata as reality would allow. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingerbreadth, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corners of infinite, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red star. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would pass off. back in the crimson galaxy, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were unable to say goodbye to them, because after this fire, you won't exist in any human body or sort !"tenebrous cackled.

"There is no demand to say good-bye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their blazonry.

prat Baltoh, all the headliner went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disks of fire and gas while launching their gamma ray outburst. Behind tenebrous, all the Lucifer heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruptions. In the very midpoint of the galaxy, the blasts met. From the corner of space, everyone became breathless as a brilliant light could be seen shining from the red beetleweed in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an underwater blowup. Moving faster than the laws of physics would appropriate, the light surged across space in all directions like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the twinkle reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in quad, unsure whether he was animated or dead. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from wounds that covered near of his dead body, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few Muriel Spark of zip.

Baltoh opened his centre, though that effort alone was like a human picking up a mountain. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The deep red coltsfoot was gone, reduced to a foggy stew of melt particles. There wasn't a single intact atom in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw Department of Energy.

Without warning, a blade of distill Hellfire pierced his chest from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single injury and at full speciality. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole body trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it hold no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the previous center of the wandflower, where his pitch-dark commode still hovered, undamaged except for a with child crack across the back."Behold, the erratum Throne of Hell ! As long as I am here, my powers aren't just divine, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the power of this cosmos on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in snake pit, you are youngster's free rein to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! Evil has no weakness !

The Maker Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and feeble ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, ineffective to pull together any effectiveness with the Demon King's blade still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow get-up-and-go from his own laurel wreath and sent it across blank at speeds that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to kidnap Baltoh's admirer, the crack in Tenebrous'pot began to prolong and extend. In the corner of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to appear in his potty and pocket-size knife of hellfire began to flick out.

Bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. split ran down the cleaning woman's faces as they saw the helpless province he was in.

"Look upon your savior, this the man you trusted and believed in ! looking upon him and forever retrieve that is the superpower of dark that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more gap began to appear in his throne. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at Selene."You will be the showtime to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to recover some vigour.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but molly, rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their artillery drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slow him down, but the ogre King effortlessly carved them down with his hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his nous, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the crapper of sin suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword 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 toilet of Hell. The bootleg throne of human and Demon bone was gone, the ill interior having broken away to reveal a can of pure hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to understand it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even create her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his boldness. tenebrific looked back at him with his face filled with terror."This is the unfeigned potty of Hades, no longer being corrupted by your wickedness. That black racing shell that coated it before, you used that to use the can of nether region and save it in your mastery so that it would give you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The stool have wills of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virginal, Cinereo to maintain the counterweight, and hellhole to punish the sinners. tenebrous took the pot of Hell and then used the baron it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal of approval broken and Hell freed from his evil ascendancy. After all, how could the space that punishes sinner be ruled by a daimon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of pit 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 crapper. A fiery aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wounding."You could say that Inferno and I are under good price with each former,"he said as a sphere of DOE 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 opinion ; it is the decree of Hell ! Hell and I fight side by side, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the Saami reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too tenacious, and it is sentence for you to pay the price ! In the name of Hell, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of vigor growing in mogul and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be in effect if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his supporter out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of power in Baltoh's hand and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and grievous turn ; Celestial Silence. The power in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what prospect to you think you have ? I can only use within another population when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the Demon 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 Silence. Guiding it with his mind, he had the orb swerve through the air and strike the former devil Rex in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a global circumference with a r of five miles radiated from the turn, severing that space from reality. The sphere quickly began to contract, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gawp hole in the universe and the fabric of space and clip. tenebrific gave one final roar of panic as the sphere closed in on him, crushing him with all the subject trapped within it. Defying the laws of physics, it continued to flinch, crushing all the affair beyond the point of Shirley Temple Black jam fabric and shrinking until it was minuscule than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his skin and dress like the fur of an animal, causing no harm. They barely even felt very. Sitting in the stool of Hell, he took a deep breath and thought back through his whole adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, innocent soulfulness to save, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery kingdom had been defeated and the race of monster would soon be out. The straightaway past barely meant anything, what was authoritative was the retentive term. Would he strike the pot of hell on earth and decree both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even reign them both ? Would he return to globe with Selene ? Was it potential to truly chance heartsease after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for tens of G of years and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and stop fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a whiten wooing, had a yoke of wings with sterling silver feathers, and his halo was in the form of a crown of Light. His hair was white and combed back and he had a short byssus and his skin colour was a light tan, as he was of centre Eastern descent. He was walking casually on the empty blank space as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a closure beside the stool of Hell.

"I established a back entrance in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how unvoiced it was to celebrate Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the earliest saint and the rule of Shangri-la. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at least once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to ill-use in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the potty of infernal region beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the fiend has been defeated and the can of Inferno 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 master copy homo souls were sent to hell on earth in the low gear topographic point. It is because of me that heroes have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my cover on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the existence of world and then you pulled away when they needed you nigh. You let wars and religion burn out of control and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his encamp fingers in social movement of his face.

"That is lawful. I pulled away from the world because I realized the muss I had made and wanted living beings to be able to influence their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the potty. I waited for that someone to arrive and bring equaliser so that the war between Inner Light and iniquity could get to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the like icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to ride out tempestuous at me ? I sent Selene and Molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its clip to let the past times hitch in the yesteryear ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too often time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. past, nowadays, and hereafter ; they mean nix and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the hurting that I've endured. You've led a indulge life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to present Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to free their hatred. Very well, keep open your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my question about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of dust and melted quarks that were hovering in the zero gravity."This all started because of too much hinderance in some property and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to asseverate Holy Order, so to start, I think I'll implement orderliness. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny remark, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"YHVH mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the dog collar."What the Hell do you want from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still postulate to grow up. It is time for you to come in to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realm, too much ira and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its cosmos were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to impart order and balance wheel, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can live on with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will stir the wildcat and have it to eat you and twist you into iniquity, just as it has to so many others. You have the king 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 wrong ambitions.

You've gone through a great modification, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your force comes from. It's prison term to change who you are as well."YHWH said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the throne of Hell with his boldness 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 metrical unit and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The lachrymose stunner crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her strength. Her wrangle were impossible to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how vex she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the spirit of her silky pilus. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh routine and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her grimace buried in the side of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear sweet Rosmarinus officinalis, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

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 embracement."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raffaello Sanzio and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hired hand and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the last to plume him, and he did it with the warmest grin he had ever worn."You were once my sworn foeman, but you are now my not bad acquaintance and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the archangel, you have always been the one with the unattackable will to slay vicious and enforce Department of Justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of snake pit to you, so that you may rule this realm and create for certain that immorality 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 Kuki-Chin before giving her a cushy kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on Earth since their going, and Earth was still in a craze as people tried to cipher out just what the fuck had happened.

‘ People of Earth, hear my vox,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the nomenclature of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the Earth as the great unwashed looked at each former and simultaneously asked,"did you hear that ?"

‘ My epithet is Baltoh, and I am the god and swayer of this cosmos. I am speaking to you now so that you may recognize what has transpired here. The war in New House of York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the help of the forces of promised land, I have slain the Devil and his land now lies in dilapidation. A great change has arrived and the power of darkness has been brought to its humbled period since its nascency. But that is not enough, for if there is to be public security, then the fires of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this world of the iniquity that poisons its citizens. With blaze below to punish the sinner and paradise to rewards the vestal, I will remold this world so that all dear people can live in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in getting even is your good will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a pure kernel and goodness deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and regurgitate your souls of iniquity, then this human beings can finally become a utopia.

No subject what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are peer in my middle and have the same opportunity and obstruction to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means nothing to me, only your deeds and your resolution to realise this globe a better place for everyone will dictate your place in the next world. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can seduce this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the slap-up chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the crimes of the past, we can finally enjoy the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even not bad. This is our chance to clean this existence and reacquire the on-key will to live and desire to do ripe. The prison term of pain and hatred is over, the fourth dimension of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three truehearted followers."Let's repose and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburb of upstate Free State, enjoying the sunlight and smart air. Behind him was a blue-painted business firm with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly span with chocolate-shade skin were holding hands and with facial expression of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to attend back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, mollie was having a standardised conversation with her household, while Rosmarinus officinalis was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful grin."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to chip in you your privacy."

"It was surd convincing them what I had said was on-key, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, wings, and heavenly halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the hard when I told them about my dying, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at ease when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even trusted how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two early fair sex,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two women. 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 Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her headway on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her syndicate and Rosemary is having hassle announcing my new teaching to the macrocosm. I did everything I could to sustain from forcing any sort of religious or ghostly belief on masses and to only implement necessary for good deeds and estimable demeanour, but much of the populace is still rebelling. I might possess to put on a true display of big businessman before they finally go for my rules and establish up their selfish sins."

"fountainhead if there is anyone who can purge the existence of its wickedness, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her implements of war around his with her centre closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few courteous hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

disappearing off the face of the earth, the two lovers rematerialized in the very centerfield of the universe, in a undimmed nebula of all colors cascading together with one million million of stars glistening in the background. swarm of hued gas as bombastic as solar system wafted past them like glossa of fire, more beautiful than a human mind could get the picture. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquid metal wings and Baltoh without his ness, and the two of them holding each other in the ticker of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuity of blank space, they were both completely resistant 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 mind, unable to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this period, billion of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial flash, Cinereo came into existence and Shangri-la and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the selfsame heart of all existence, what better stead to throw love ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her neck, with each touch his sass against her skin sending moving ridge of joy 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 fountainhead and gave a warm up smiling. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their brim swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their clapper and let them wrap around each other and probe the inside of each other's mouth. Even though he had lost all of his devil feature, Baltoh was able to change his physical class to make his knife as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth wooden leg and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the wizard in the universe positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent howler of mental euphoria as Baltoh's Department of Energy flooded her eubstance, letting her glance into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the unit universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the smallest molecule to the prominent wandflower, all with equal pellucidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indefinable feelings to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't homecoming to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his fingers against the side of her side, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't vexation. Calm yourself and reliance in me. I will hold you everything you desire and more.'

With their lips interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her existence with the aura of divinity, allowing her to glance into his level of existence without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the head in her, lowering the chroma of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another full glimpse into his globe and making her mind cry out as it struggled to find a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a behind, firm rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in quad, their sass having yet to fully distinguish from their kiss. As it went on, genus Selene could find her nous getting used to the god-like smell and became mostly immune to it, regaining her make Mary Jane. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their bodies intertwined from their get-up-and-go being released and orbiting around them like dust around a hotshot. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more than and more of Baltoh's superpower flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an balance in footing of power, moving to the same tier of existence.

cast aside their powers and living side by side in the Same stage, they shed the feelings of the energy entering and exiting their bodies. In the neo place, they felt only each other's strong-arm cast, just like the first sentence they made love life. His limb wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to come home genus Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect pep pill and touching all the right topographic point. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his rachis as he drove her violent with his deep thrusts, not needing any of his mightiness to sex or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass bod. Again she tried to ascertain speech to draw how good it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his power flood her head and grant her a perspective of the realm of the cleric, the variance between the two sensations offered no vantage in coming up with a description.

In his judgment, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the incredible impression of being so close to the adult female he loved and the spirit of her soft touch, but also his beloved itself, the erotic love he felt for her. No issue what he came up with, whether it be an entire book of poetical gold dedicated to the sole purpose of summarizing his look for her or using the universe itself to paint a wall painting in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly press out his making love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their rim and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a deep and becalm rhythm, the two lovers lost track of time, for time itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and greater volume, forming an air of raw power that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their osculation as they each experienced a coincident climax, so brawny that it affected their minds as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave silent moans of happiness, the star around them of their DOE closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and judgement. Defying her view of reality, the sensation she experienced with the surge of power surging back her head surpassed the original feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while Divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of bliss that flooded him like tidal waves of twinkle. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching world completely, for the mixed bag of vigor contained both their substance and souls. Neither of them could even tell if they were still alive or bushed, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a jiffy as brilliant as the Big Bang itself, the baron was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and pealing, clouds of their free energy flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like wireless wafture. The power and Passion of the surge was so muscular, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an unmeasurable amount of money of time, everything became subdued, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the center of the world as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and stared late into each other's center, ineffective to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a piano kiss.




The End