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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the city of New House of York, washing away the filth and foulness that caked the streets and alleyway. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the hammer rainwater forcing masses to stay inside. Even the roads were mostly quiet, while engorged with cars as usual. But while it was a quiet day, it was by no means a passive one.

Up at the very top of the conglomerate State construction, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the grey sky. From this flash, a radiance orb came into existence, resembling a crimson Light Within bulb. It was not burnished or right enough to draw attention from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning split second were turned into hissing steam from just the intense propinquity and the abnormal heat being given off by coal-like empyrean.

The orb did not fade after the initial instant ; instead, it grew in intensity and sizing while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a man fist, it began to enlarge into an riffle upright saucer as large as a dinner board. There was a second flash and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became self-coloured like chicken feed, with shifting chromaticity of red swirling within.

pitch blackness mist spewed out from the bottom of the saucer, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the building, causing the metal to eat and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous drape of red light was a choir of agonizing howler and vociferation of pain, pouring out from the deepness of the blood-red lighter. Were the weather all the way, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the origin of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging tone. The sound radiating from this dark apparition was one not meant for individual ears, a strait that was never intended to be set loose upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the people of New House of York spared the mind-scarring chorus.

A ripple stretched out from the shopping center of the phonograph record and a shadow came into view from its astuteness, like a sea wildcat slowly rising to the aerofoil of the ocean. Slowly, a physical body stepped out onto the top of the steeple, standing on the tip of the wireless tower on one foot. The flesh was a tall young man with a run but muscular build, garbed in brown boots, grey sloppy gasp, a inglorious waistcloth, and a inkiness hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his carpus were two rosary beadwork cords and two metal shackle. The man had medium-length dark hair that was slicked back, a grey complexion, piercing blue heart that could almost glow in the darkness, and hidden under his hood were two horn that protruded just past his haircloth crease and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning halo came into purview, hovering above his head, as well as four massive flank that grew out of his back. Each was to a greater extent than twice the size of his body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the lower set of annexe resembling bat wings but with scales instead of form, and the upper annex like the extension of an eagle, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the back of his pelvis was a long black tail with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed Stinger on the end like a butcher knife, but with a tearing shaft. His fingertips were armed with three-sided nipper that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His name was Baltoh, and his reaching was an portent in every sense of the world.

The crimson hepatic portal vein disappeared and Baltoh looked out over the city, standing on the tip of the radio tower and wrapped in his wings. His vivid hoar eyes scanned the metropolis below, taking in the view. It hadn't been very long since his go sojourn to the human human race, as he traveled there frequently.

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the pavement with her eye focused on the book of crossword puzzle mystifier in her hand. Even with her intellect completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"Energy Department spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of daily commuter train and the erratic flowing of dealings.

Selene was a beautiful woman in her mid 20 with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade skin color, hanker black hair's-breadth that was straight yet crinkly, and bright jet centre. Matching her beauty was her hourglass figure, with d-cup boob, a slender waistline, an ass and yoke of thighs that were toned with muscleman, and rose hip that swung like a clock pendulum with each whole tone. Her figure was a mixture of good genes and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing fateful high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each step, a disastrous skirt that tightly held to her smooth thighs, and a tan business pelage with her purse hanging from her articulatio humeri. Secured in her purse and leaning against her articulatio humeri was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sheets of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific kinship for the mental exercising. 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 stop the boring routine of life, it was why she moved to New York in the first place ( where unfortunately the only job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a cubicle ). In this case, her challenge for today was to get to lick without putting down the crossword record or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"various of the protesters cheered in return, 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 word before pulling out her cadre phone.

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

"You had better get your ass over here, because if your desk is vacant when Mr. beating-reed instrument passes by, you'll really have to get on your knees and"beg"to restrain your job,"her coworker and upright friend warned jokingly.

genus Selene chuckled as she and the gang of commuter walked across the street with the legion of gondola humming just a few base away."Don't we have this same conversation every day ?"

"If we didn't, you would permanently got lost on the path of life,"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 dirtiest puddle any second now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you have it away a twelve-letter word for a senior high school school mathematics class ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the watching pack of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eye. The creature was unretentive than an adult human but much more than mesomorphic, with foresighted mighty branch, serrated talons protruding from its finger's breadth and hook-like toes, bony annex with scaly human body and thin tissue layer, twisted trump above it's disfigured Canis aureus face, a swishing whip-like can, and jet-black skin that was covered in bloody scar. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its jagged 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 flash thump, like the beat of an ancient war membranophone. Leaping off the tugboat, it plunged towards the earth, completely invisible to all mortal optic. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its wings to their total size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The pool and falling rainfall around the front line room access almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to control its turmoil and thirst for line. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the world of the living in all of history, and here, there was Thomas More nutrient than its deranged judgment could comprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its beginning victim. On the roof of a nearby spot building, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed fresh air.

Having just received a outcry from his married woman that she had just had a miscarriage, the balding middle-aged man did not deal that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the construction. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a cheap spattering sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feeling that he was alone. While the infernal beast was completely invisible, the man's eye widened with little terror as he saw its silhouette in the rainfall, as each drop that splattered on its soundbox showed its size and conformation.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest of drawers, ripping assailable his ribcage and torso cavity. The man released a warp cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his Hammond organ spilled out onto the floor. The man fell stagnant to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the ancestry slowly spread across the rain-soaked ceiling like a spoonful of oil across the airfoil of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with relish, tearing through the dead body with its chela and chewing on the bloody core only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of intestines like a spaghetti strand, a hopeful instant of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain in the ass as its discerp fender and arm fell to the floor with thick parentage trickling from its nervure. Baltoh stood behind the wight with a meter-long sword in his hand. The handle had no guard duty and was a half-foot hanker, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow shape until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway dot, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the steel for enhanced hacking and slashing. The blade finally tapered off to a stabbing head, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the leaf blade would either be ravaged by 18 inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped heart-to-heart like a gutted fish by the hook-like bound, cleaved by the broad weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to express mirth."You shall receive zip from me, treasonist. I was born of pain and malice, and there is aught you can do to work me talk."

Baltoh's flaming annulus flared up like burning oil and the white feathers of his speed annex stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or allegiance to the fiend, your silence will accomplish nothing. I will retrieve him and destroy you all."

With a dark roar, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black Mary Jane billowing from its pincer like ardour. With little drive, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could reach his face, then severed its bridge player with only his grip.

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

The beast staggered back in suffering, and before it could retaliate, Baltoh aimed his medallion at it."Angel Art : Holy Burn."

A newsflash of light was released from his palm with the luminance of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn puppet with a metaphysical encroachment of holy fervidness, incinerating its dead body while shoving it back. While the ostentation was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly powerful thunderbolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered stiff of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged body was incinerated in a spate of white flames, removing every shadow and not even leaving ashes behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell pillar of the Riverside Church, watching the rainfall pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with lowered eyes and swishing seat. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were like in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cats to lions.

Abaddon's body was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like offstage, jet-black scaly flesh, a prospicient nates, long talons protruding from the remnant of his finger's breadth and toes, and curled horns on the top of his head. However, his body was far Sir Thomas More humanoid, with longer limb and bone, a much straighter attitude, more tractile dactyl, a sinewy yet skimpy and less bulky physique, a humanoid face, and even spiky hair. Secured to his wrists were two metal shackle and he was wearing a skirt of armor plates around his shank, similar to a gladiator or knight.

The ogre growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that mongrel followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our plan can't work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in battle the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain out of sight, but I need to feed so that I may become strong enough to fight him. If I feed on plenty souls, I may be able to at least go opposition, but you are all to celebrate a low profile…"



genus Selene walked down the street, still working on her ledger of crossword puzzles. The rainwater had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the sparkle of the sun, and with the shadow of the city, it was likely that the vast pool and blanket of water system would not dry until the next day. The Night was unusually dark. For even though the rain had stopped, the thick cloud remained and they refused to allow the moon to shine. With so a good deal moisture in the city, a thickset mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and windowpane like a straightjacket, locking in the igniter so that all else remained dark.

genus Selene walked this street twice a day to and from work, so she had no worries. Even in the dark with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk home. Not to mention the fact that the can of mace she carried in her handbag was strong enough to melt the eyes out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a reach of metre so humble that she couldn't even mean of something to liken it to, Selene's reality was suddenly flip inverted as her signified were ripped away, save for the phone of a crepitation rattle and the touch of getting stabbed at every cm of soma in her body with hot Fe while battery acid flooded her mineral vein. Her legs buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with fell personnel and dragged into the nearby alley.

"red cent, that Taser worked like a magic spell. The bitch isn't even screaming,"a grade voice laughed.

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

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

"red cent, she's nice piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than some hard currency and credit plug-in,"the sec one laughed.

The Scripture felt like an icy finger being dragged up genus Selene's acantha 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 smack to the cheek.

"Unless you're begging for my cock, you had improve shut the ass up…"the first base growled as he drew a knife."…If you know what's unspoilt for you."

Looking through the adept of the cutting smack, genus Selene's center widened as she saw the deliquium light glinting off the leaf blade. Like his tongue, the dim visible light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to stab her, he slipped the tip of the leaf blade into her apprehension. For the abbreviated moment, the tip of the blade was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly common cold. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could exhale, her attacker yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With teardrop streaming from her centre, Selene cried out in pain sensation as stemma trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the assailant's malicious and clumsy remotion of her clothes.

He then tore through her wench and panties and the second attacker went to work yanking off the sliced remains. genus Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the assuredness air fanned her bare thighs and firm breasts. Her nipples were now the sizing of digit spliff from the dusty air and the fear that filled every character of her being.

"Look at those sweet tit of hers, I wonder how a great deal cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a little Edward Douglas White Jr. would look expectant on that dark skin,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of cash into his air pocket and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to dishonour her, and that fact terrified Selene more than anything else in her liveliness. She had to do something, anything that had the slightest prospect of sparing her from this destiny. Working up all the strength in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"individual PLEASE helper ME ! HEL—"

Her shriek was cut short as the assailant's blade was plunged into the side of her stomach, cutting through her without any travail. The pain that shooting through her was so excruciating, she lost all restraint over her consistency and mind. The painfulness inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrifying than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With stock slowly filling her mouth, her body became gimp while her attackers just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the skittle alley. The deep vocalization was as clear as glass and the very audio of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

She and her three assailant looked to the entrance of the back street, where a lone figure stood, silhouetted against the igniter of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the screw are you ? !"the second assaulter barked.

"Let her go, this is your concluding warning,"the man ordered with more authority and great power in his representative than any sustenance human could have.

The first attacker pulled his knife out of Selene, making her shrieking in pain."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll cut up off your nerve, he'll kvetch your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four large extension grew out of his back, with the feathers along the edge of the upper backstage flanged like the quills of a hedgehog and the lower bat-like wings honed to the sharp shape of a sword. With pedigree oozing down her chin, genus Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapist staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the ground with blood pouring from her wound.

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

An eruption of red and black flames surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of shabu to rise into the air. The glowering flames surged down the skittle alley, slamming into the three raper like an undammed river and knocking them off their pes. Completely ignored by the blast, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by waving of black and red flames washing over them. Their apparel were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their physical body was pealed off their bodies, their muscle were shredded as if by a gist grinder, stock streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few seconds, they were nothing but charred skeleton. As the surge faded, so did genus Selene's story on awareness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

kick aside the scorch frame of the rapists, Baltoh walked over to genus Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her naked body."backer Art : Laying On Of Hands."

Selene's totally body began to glow as a plasma-like refulgency wafted from Baltoh's hired man and settled on her skin. Her stab injury began to fill up, her excoriation and bruises disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In to a lesser extent than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to determine himself analyzing every inch of her naked beauty, moving his centre slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her handbag, proceeding then to research for information. Pulling out a bury letter, Baltoh read her gens and savoir-faire, memorizing the location of the apartment construction and the precise unit of measurement. Hooking the purse to his girdle, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her rachis and the former under her genu, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her raw body while being careful not to come up her with his claws.

Holding the womanhood in his arms, Baltoh lost all inertia and stood as still as a statue, staring at her face. It had been years since he laid optic upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his caterpillar tread like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his chest and a felicitous nerves, something that he had never before experienced with his frigidity heart.

Realizing how much sentence had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and spread his wings. With a bingle sinewy flaps, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the savoir-faire he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her long lustrous hair brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of full-of-the-moon unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelid slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a dream. What she did know was that he was very handsome and she was low temperature. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to keep warm.

With the chili damp air kissing her bare tegument, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's implements of war. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his integral existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this char were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life had been nothing but ire and the desire to slay Gargoyles and fiend. His own life sentence meant nada, except that he would not be capable to uphold fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embracing, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own consistence heat. He even wrapped his lower fender around her to restrain her protected from the cold wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building erecting, something that far confused him, as he had never felt intimate attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching genus Selene's flat edifice, he landed on the flak escape valve by her unit of measurement like an bird of Jove reaching its nest. With Selene in his arms, he stepped forward and passed right through the rampart as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the flooring with unparalleled silence, he retracted his wings and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the room for a reasonableness that he did not experience. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The walls were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with icon of friends and family. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of genus Selene with a unseasoned man and stared at it intently. While they had the same skin colour, he couldn't not cipher out if he were a boyfriend or brother.

‘ Why am I so curious about this charwoman ? Why am I so distracted ?'Baltoh thought to himself, shaking his nous from slope to side like a wet dog.

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his bridge player at the creature with his sword materializing in his handle. He came to a closure, steel in deal, staring into the eyes of a Theodore Harold White and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to bring in all possible light, its behind was swishing from side to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its sonant manus. But the felid's posture was relaxed, as if it were both at simplicity and alert. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt Sir Thomas More confusion than ever before in its life history, sensing a vast waterspout of unlike DOE in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his blade and the artillery 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 torso. The city lights from alfresco were throw off upon her unclothed beauty like a spider web, illuminating her womanly figure of speech. Her obscure skin caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her trunk was rich in full-bosomed bender, her lean and well-toned public figure was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her prospicient legato thigh, the lips of her pussy looked so frail and diffused, it was as if they were made of chocolate frosting and lacked even a single hairsbreadth. Her full breasts gently trembled with each intake and discharge of air, and her nipples were set up from the balminess and ticklish shudder of each exhale. Her silken Negro fuzz was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strands were draped across her peaceful face. The lipstick on her lips glistened as she breathed, and her lash fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the news shook him from his daze, reminding him that he had to entrust. He extended his backstage and became nonphysical, about to put across through the paries as if it were made only of light source. As he took a footfall forward, Selene's eyes slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright K hue.

She reached out for his wings, inadvertently plucking one of his feathers."Wait."

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At least reply me this : are you an Angel ?"

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

Once again, genus Selene was sound asleep, completely peaceful, the plumage locked tightly in her grasp.



Two audio filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the iniquity laughs of Abaddon and the agonizing cries of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening eating on homeless the great unwashed, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the chief grade. The untried womanhood before him had farseeing light-haired haircloth and sick cutis, dirtied from years of sustenance in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely naked and covered in tenacious bloody swing, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was knack over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the lead, crying and screaming in painful sensation as the ogre forced his near-horse-sized cock into her diminutive body with inhuman speed. Beneath her were the butcher remains of her parents, wet with her tears and the parentage streaming from between her ramification, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the shaft of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the Brigham Young fille had begged the Demon to have mercifulness and arrest, or to at least pour down her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this savage Nox, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The evil force-out raping her was not human, and while her sentience of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a barbarous way, no thing how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining military strength from her watery-eyed yell, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's rose hip tightly. The offspring missy screamed in torment and humiliation as the Demon dug his claw into her pulp and felt his semen flood her consistency, taking the billet of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a minute and more tearful scream as an indescribable burning flavor coursed through her physical structure. In her vagina, the dark-grey semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her corresponding acid.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an evilness smile as the fille writhed in bother, crying from the dark fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before demise, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a athirst boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his teeth as he feasted upon her.

Wiping the blood line from his Kuki-Chin, Abaddon stood up and began to laugh softly."Finally, I am at fighting strength."



genus Selene bolted awake to the sound of her warning signal, reliving the tantrum from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her assaulter, but only seeing her bedchamber. 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 knees, completely shaken by the color of her memories.

A small scowl appeared on her face, something didn't smell right. She looked at her hand, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her thenar had a thin coating of grease, and looking over her torso, she realized that her handwriting wasn't the only matter that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping alarm and the pedigree in her veins instantly became as low temperature as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the Caucasian feather on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a mere bird was unacceptable. Just the size alone made it being an eagle feather impossible. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her wallet, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, Selene called in sick to play, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a rain shower and washing away the dirt from the alley and the profligate from her injury, genus Selene sat in her living room with a cup of java, watching the morning news. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

As she petted the feline behind the capitulum, a new floor came on the TV. Selene quickly turned up the book as the anchorwoman began speaking.

"A brutal scene was discovered this break of day by obstetrical delivery motortruck handing newspapers. Describing the smell of burning sulfur, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the scene of an explosion. The walls of the neighboring edifice were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the remains of three consistence were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the constabulary has allowed us to take in the incredible destruction. I warn you, the comply footage is quite lifelike and viewer discretion is strongly advised…"

The silver screen went dark for a moment and then the view was returned. Selene spewed coffee across her cat as she saw the alley, sending the irritated felid scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a flavor of horror. She knew without a phantasm of a doubt that the alley they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The tv camera zoomed in at respective points, showing the impairment of the explosion. It was a miracle that the building themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and genus Selene had to fight with all her military posture not to throw off up at the sight of the wrestle black skeletal system and the horrible verbalism of torment on their charred faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the sight of the gruesome skeletons.

"Police are currently investigating the identities of the three victims and the cause of the explosion. They were willing to remark on the foreignness of the upshot, as there were no reports of any flash stochasticity, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so much destruction. They also told us a very matter to fact : while the interrogatory continues, no chemical residue has been found at the web site. They can't find any grounds of an actual bomb exploding or any hint of Elvis ; all they have uncovered is a large amount of S."

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



Baltoh sat crouched on the nook of an government agency edifice with his chief in his palm, mulling over the previous dark. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high mid-sixties. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a shadow. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his following movie and his previous single. His wings lay draped around him like blankets and his whip-like pungent bum lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

"What the blaze 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. He thought back over and over again to the different sentiency that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his integral existence had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to slay Demons and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of ira in his heart with the fervour of passion.

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

‘ To be able-bodied to interact and even kill a human being, less than a day after arrival… Even a fully fledged ogre would necessitate at least two weeks to amass decent power for physical interaction, and even then, a lethal wounding would be unacceptable to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or crossway over is having less strike. Whatever is going on, I need to put a stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head teacher as a minor pop flared in the back of his idea. He could sense a surge in Demon vitality and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a doubtfulness it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through grade upon level upon tier of abandoned railway line tunnels and cloaca stemma, moving through solid state stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest tunnel, residing late below the city and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing rats had inflicted damage to the concrete structures and formations.

Peeling the heftiness off of the severed arm of dead child, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his metrical unit."How the Inferno did you find me ? !"

"You may be capable to hide yourself from the eyes of humanity and the light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to hide your top executive or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was follow the smell of evilness on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the suddenly body around Abaddon's feet and the multiple teeth and pincer chump."I've let you roam destitute in this public for too long, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his hand.

The daimon began to laugh and held out his hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a line of pearl resembling a spinal anaesthesia chromatography column reached out and lock together into a meter-long Pole. A loud cracking strait echoed through the chamber as the spur began to warp, being crushed by an invisible effect and compacted. All without shattering, the spine was compressed into a long sword of a unity solid piece of bone, with the spinal ridgepole acting as Brobdingnagian serrations.

"Don't underestimate me betrayer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The abominable rallying cry of these puny mankind, they're so beautiful, the phone of the flesh being torn from their body and their roue being splattered across the bulwark and floor, the flock of the poor girl'teary faces as I rape them to death, and the mouthful of this glorious feast of agony… it's indefinable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their bodies. And I must say, living humans taste so much more delicious than the heart of the damned ; they are so… unspoiled. Now I've become far stronger than I ever was in snake pit, potent enough to even face you !"

Baltoh maintained his cool deportment and held up his helping hand in front of his face."We'll see about that. Angel Art : Repairing Barrier."

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing burble of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to lucubrate, passing through the wall, trading floor, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred metre in every direction, the babble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its direction. The pillar instantly shattered into one thousand thousand of pieces and crumbled to the primer coat, but before the detritus could even begin to conciliate, the pillar was reformed, with every shard and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant single musical composition and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this roadblock, let's keep this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a palmy pelter of black and white vitality. darkness was streaming from his ignominious bat-like offstage and brightness was streaming from his chopper eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a prosperous laugh and pointed his sword at Baltoh as blacken flames surged up from the undercoat around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can last-place before you have to repair to unleashing your replete power."

The two foeman crouched down with their implements of war held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their swords and collided in deafening clang. Instantly, every piece of solidness stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with dust and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her java table began to spin wildly, with a glowing vapour wafting up from the sleek string. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the mesa and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden stop and the crystalline break of the day became more pore and force, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a lead tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its rear end. The feather began to squeeze, with the tip changing management by only a millimetre of so with each slip.

Bringing her face down low to the mesa, she looked in the counseling that the feather was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, Selene knew that there was a definite role 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 have the solvent 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 rampart of stone, entering an ancient cave scheme deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to fuzz, they locked steel over an over in an sempiternal terpsichore that had been going on for hours. With each collision, a vast shower of sparks would fill up the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every Rock and bit of Stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's barrier was all the equipment casualty instantly repaired and the affects of the fight kept from being noticed by the outside world.

‘ darn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far potent than any convention Demon, but I would normally end a struggle like this in less than a instant, but I feel so… dull. I can't concentrate my brain or my zip. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all distractions out of his mind.

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

"Demon Art : iniquity Pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a prodigious electron beam of dark vim erupted from the tip of his chela like a comic book baddie's giant death ray.

"Angel Art : William Henry Gates of Eden !"Baltoh countered, planting his brand in the ground.

Shaking the wholly tunnel, an flowery gateway of unanimous gold explosion from the tunnel in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon augury, the gate shielded Baltoh from the clap, with the phantasm energy unable to even overhaul between the bars.

"devil Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh then cast.

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized vena portae to nether region opened and a massive skeleton manus reached up, grabbing the devil with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an legal action figure and ending the Dark Pulse blast. With the ray halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Eden spell and pounced on Abaddon with his brand held low for an uppercut slash.

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

Eventually gaining ascendency of his momentum, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an vacate subway political program. The chamber had two metro trail with a twin lines of pillars on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one side of the bedroom but was blocked off due to repairs needing to be made to the political program, and a wall with a 12 payphones stood on the face-to-face wall. The platform was on the very fringes of Baltoh's master copy barrier, significance that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the story, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his sword straight up. Having missed Abaddon, Baltoh became the victim of his own inertia and plunged his sword into ceiling, sending a spider web of shot through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his gumption of direction and get hold Abaddon, the devil appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping I. F. Stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of pillars like a wrecking clod through Styrofoam.

approaching to a block, Baltoh quickly raised his blade to block an execution-style separatrix from Abaddon. The two enemy stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching audio of the straight-razor-sized sword on Abaddon's brand grinding against the glassy serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than than twice as practically strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his steel, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to fight back himself, Abaddon howled in pain as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing open his chest pit and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing poke, sending the daemon skidding back fifty metrical foot. Abaddon struggled to quell on his foundation with inky stock dribbling from his injury, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long butt and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the monster. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a sledge, and planted him in the base with enough military force to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the Demon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating kick to the side, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the paries with so a great deal military unit that even the pay earphone he didn't crushed leather were destroyed by the shockwave and the unharmed terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his sword at the Demon, about to save the final exam move. Dredging up his index levels for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His heart widened and he released a deep gasp as genus Selene came into view. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable test copy that the events of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feather and focusing on every detail of his body, from his rump to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

"flavor out !"she interrupted, drawing his attention back to Abaddon. The Demon was heavily wounded, but he was on his foundation and had his finger pointed at them.

"Die double-crosser ! devil Art : shadow beat !"He roared.

All the rubble on the story was thrown aside like scraps of theme by an actuate fan as a jet-black blast of shadow vitality surged from his finger like an erupting vent, focused into a dense beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on inherent aptitude. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the bound, defying all jurisprudence of cathartic and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the flak burned a maw through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in threat as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying in high spirits above the improbable buildings in less than a indorse.

With the eruption saturating the atmosphere with shadow energy, drear tempest clouds began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway weapons platform, Baltoh was pushing against the blast with his sword, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the slant of his blade and direct it in a dissimilar direction, the flack would slam down onto the city like a cleaver. In the nictation of an eye it would take to convert the direction of the blow, a huge scar could be carved straight through various Roman mile of the metropolis, possibly killing C of mass. This beam was far more powerful than a formula Demon's !

After rising so senior high that no one could see it, the eruption finally faded, growing thinner and thinner until it split off into just a few vague beads of power. Baltoh blinked respective times to readjust his sight and cursed when he saw that Abaddon had disappeared. He looked up at the muddle burned in the street and the disappearing clouds.
"This won't end well…"



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

He was leaning against the tabular array with his fender retracted back into his soundbox, in ordering to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the only look of his appearance that he could change. His claws, tail, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to reach himself unseeable in parliamentary procedure to get there without being noticed. Outside, the city of New York was like an subvert anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to count on out what it was. There were already dozens of tidings avant-garde around the orbit of the eruption, held back by a line of police officers while anti-terrorism federal agent and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the tintinnabulation of bunch, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the eruption was a sign that sagaciousness Day was at hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite blame them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should have killed him without any difficulty, but for some intellect, I just couldn't put my entire endeavor into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skip the fight and eat up him off. But it will strike time for him to recover, and hopefully by the time he is strong enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to give chase him down and eat up the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

Selene leaned against the board, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to glean 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 middle down to the pitch-dark scaly wings.

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

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

"How does something like me even come to be ? That takes some explaining. In the entirety of being, there are three region ; heaven, this universe, and Scheol. In Heaven there are the Angels and Archangels, on Earth there are humans, and in Hell there Gargoyles and daimon. Angels are deceased smell that have sworn their allegiance to Jehovah to fight on his behalf against the strength of shadow, and Angelica Archangelica are created by Jehovah himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do good and fusing together into a master being devoted to slaying evil.

In Inferno, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of fervour through the anger and hatred of citizenry on Earth. While they are completely devoid of actual person, they are the vestige equation to Angels, but when an Angel falls from the grace of heaven, it can get a Gargoyle with a soul. During events like warfare or genocides, there is always a monumental rush in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative feelings. However, in plaza on Earth with an unnaturally high up level of pain and hatred in its history, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more brawny than even the fell human intent. Most often, when you think of satanic possession and fiendish haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

monster are on a whole other level of mightiness from Gargoyles, with the difference being equal to the difference between Angels and garden angelica. When souls are in Hell for a retentive enough stop of fourth dimension, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their torso and creative thinker crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beings. There are entire field in Hell of smuggled sand from the ashen remains of the os of infract somebody.

However, there is a peculiar form of ash in that mixture, a part of the human mortal that is… heavier. It is the vestige of evil that lie within every soul, the swarthiness that drives people to sin and institutionalize offense. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to shape a star, the crushing weight of all the vicious act and their weight will delineate the heaviest particles of ash together and form a Demon, spawned completely from the malice of vicious souls and lacking even a single man device characteristic other than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting feel. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy creature and the darkness it would set loose.

"The other variety of Demon is a fallen Archangel, which means that its world power of Light are converted into the powers of darkness and they become servants of the Devil. You can tell which Demons were originally Archangels created by Jehovah because they are much more calm and tempered, being of a single head instead of a toxic mixture of C of spirits."

"So how do you fit into the painting ?"Selene asked, resting her Kuki-Chin on her camp fingers.

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

"You mean you were originally a monster ?"

Even after all of the things she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a Demon truly was, she felt a peachy sum of fear towards the hybrid and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very unlike and unequaled miscellanea of souls, specifically the souls of people who committed murder in the figure of DoJ ; police officers, Templar horse, executioners, nationalist, or even dim-witted men killing the love child that raped their wife or girl. Jehovah doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and helping hand balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his palms. genus Selene felt a deep shudder in her warmness as she heard the pain in Baltoh's vocalization.

"I was once a legion of millions of people, tortured for eon by the minions of the Devil for bringing justice to the human race through wildness. We were heroes, yet we were cast aside and punished for our human action. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any other demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that form from the hatred of sprightliness and twinkle, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to off and kill the military force of darkness was so potent that I was able to come alive from the pain sensation and hatred of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my mightiness was already unnaturally high.

I remember my nascency clearly : gap my eyes for the initiatory fourth dimension deep below the priming coat of the ashen fields, coughing on the dark soil that filled my mouthpiece and lungs, groaning against the squash press on all sides. I remember climbing up through level upon bed of decaying skeletons, becoming accustomed to my humanoid body and the Demon characteristics. I continued to burrow through the land, and just when I thought I would never scarper my earthen tomb, my clawed hand broke through the control surface and I managed to draw in myself out.

Coughing and gagging, I climbed out onto the black fields of ash, breathing heavily for the first prison term. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my helping hand and finally realized that I was a Demon. The secondly after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the human being souls that made up my consciousness. The desire to destroy evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to bemuse up if I didn't behead a beast of Scheol rightfulness then and there, but there I was, a bread and butter monster ; the very symbolization of darkness and iniquity. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smile and turned away from her."I took my own life-time. Sitting in that melanize George Sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my macrocosm right then and there. At to the lowest degree in my demise, I could destruct immorality and bump off one scourge from existence. Raising my deal, I straightened my fingerbreadth and plunged my hook into my own warmheartedness, ending my life.

Selene, never in the history of existence has a Demon ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too despairing to do others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless agony, they refuse to die in the hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to do away with my own cosmos to that I could at to the lowest degree ruin one piece of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme 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 morning. As my punctured heart came to a layover and the utmost flickers of undeath went out in my mastermind, there was a split second in my person, brighter than a million sunlight. Through sin, I had achieved chastity, the Same tier of virtuousness that Angels needed to reach to become Archangels.

Just as Redeemer was resurrected three days after his death, I was resurrected after mine. holy energy flooded my body with the desire to put down malevolent playing as the bridge between darkness and light, allowing for a synergistic counterweight that kept me from being destroyed by the translation. With the great power of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my animal foot, transforming every second. I shed my scaly Demon skin for a humanoid body and flesh, grew the wings of an angel above my Demon flank, and gained a halo of Hellfire, all while keeping my nipper, buttocks, daimon fender, and the power of phantom energy.

I stood up with my new organic structure, completely enlightened and worlds apart from devil and Archangels in term of strength and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a daimon landed behind me, having come to enquire the bright light caused by my Resurrection. Upon seeing me, the brute attacked… pitiable animate being. Completely driven by instinct and using less energy than to snap my fingers, I beheaded the Demon with the sharpness of my mitt, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that point on, my war against the spawn of Hell began, and I spent the finally several decennium solely in the Demon and Gargoyle baby's room, slaughtering the unholy beasts the minute they were spawned and fighting for every second of my life, appeasing my desire to dispatch evil and decimating the Devil's armies."

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

"So if you're half Demon and one-half Archangel, can you immix your force ?"

"No, I can only use them at the Sami time. I can mix them so that the two push are blended to the distributor point that they look almost like the pelt of a zebra, but they forever remain separate forcefulness, just like oil and water. It is insufferable for Demon energy and Angel energy to bond, they are too opposite word of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a fiend and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be impossible, as only the force play of Eden have the ability to enter and exit all three knit stitch of existence at will. I'm here to ascertain out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to massacre them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only cross into this creation from sin if they are summoned through some act of human being necromancy, like a bunch of churl fry performing a Satanic ritual. The process is actually very painful for any phantasm that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee cord jumping from a satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The upshot is an apparition with significantly lowered powerfulness spirit level, so low that the only actions they can take are paranormal effect like haunting the places where they were summoned. Given time, they become more and more muscular, eventually becoming stiff enough to hurt mankind and even leave the piazza they were summed to.

Every tenner or so, the unity who perform such a rite are skilled enough to actually marshal a really Demon, and that's when matter get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even kill the great unwashed in an orbit, but fiend are able to create raw disaster and even plagues, like erupting vent, earthquakes, and tsunamis."

"So then does that mean dispossession really work ?"Selene asked, tilting her head to one position as she walked around the table towards the den. Baltoh followed her and they both sat on the couch.

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The rite of exorcism does not call the power of Jehovah to ostracize a daemon back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for saint, except that it only has to soak up their aid, as Angels have the power to extend through dimensional barrier. weigh yourself lucky that demonic entities are incapable of having that ability. When an dispossession is performed, it is a SOS to the force play in Heaven that you need avail destroying a diabolical entity or evil soul. Making their organic structure invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even archangel will arrive and struggle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these engagement can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of dispossession always arrive in groups. One or Thomas More fighting the entity or evilness spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the events from outside viewers, and another to protect the 1 performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to heal their wounds and alter their memories. stallion metropolis pulley-block can be annihilated in one of these battle and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of death. When that happens, the Angel Falls will do everything in their power to annul acknowledgement by the worldwide public. They will pass over computer memory, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even falsify the media and Internet to destroy all reports or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Archangels, the battles are waged using ancient spells and conjuration that focus the respective Energy of the two hero. Being a crossbreed, I can use both Heaven and perdition spells."

"But why do the Angel make themselves invisible ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they ingest to alter the great unwashed's retentiveness ?"

"After the death of Christ, Almighty decreed that Angels and garden angelica were to halt all seeable actions in the existence of the aliveness. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely invisible. The violence of Heaven barely ever come to Earth anymore for anything other than answering the calls of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay inconspicuous almost constantly, but for a different rationality. Whenever a satanic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the light of this public. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much pain or trouble, but becoming seeable in broad daylight 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 years of war and agony caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the human beings would be effective off in the hired hand of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A world without religion is a far more peaceable world than one where people fight over the deity they believe in."

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

Baltoh sighed."The Angels detest me just as a great deal as the fiend do. I may be one-half Archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to remark the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain intact regular army of Demons in my life, they see me as a huge threat 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 rite ), and every sentence I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that a great deal of a danger to the balance wheel of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't bother to hatch that clap better will certainly number back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a damn what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of jillion of the great unwashed who have been sent to netherworld for killing in the public figure of Justice Department. If anything, I blame him for my very being and consider him my enemy."

more than a minute of arc passed by, in which neither genus Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye link. Looking at Selene in the corner of his eye, Baltoh was trying to translate what it was about this human that had piqued his curio, while genus Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last XXIV hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me death night. If hadn't come, I would suffer been raped and probably killed."

"I was born out of the desire to slay evil, how could I have allowed such a offence to pass ?"

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

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

"So you can really do nothing more than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the minor of smiling, so Christ Within 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 habitation. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your battle instead of just knocking me by, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these monstrosity yet means that it will probably guide metre. During that time, if you ever want to take a geological fault or talk to someone, just come find me."

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"support it with you, and if you are ever in peril, I will sense it and be able to observe you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the rampart, leaving genus Selene resting her mentum on her mitt with a dreamy manifestation on her face.



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

She was in the breaking room of her office building, looking in low cabinets for any coffee berry cans so that she could make a impudent pot. The breaking room was like any other in the world, with a job of high cabinets and low cabinets against the paries, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a tabular array and a few chairs, a"stainless"steel sink, and a crap motivational card that served only to add some colouring to the beige wall.

mollie was sitting up on the counterpunch like a piddling kid, curling her retentive blond hair around her finger's breadth. She was both the equal and polar to genus Selene, with fortunate tomentum, bright blue eyes, and blanch hide, but she had a fit build with curvy curves, the everlasting combining of salutary gene and countless hour at the gym. She and Selene had been best friends since they were first interns and were airless than sisters.

"Uh… no… I spent the day in bed. I got that bad 24 hour flu that has been going around."she replied, avoiding eye impinging while she set up the coffee bean maker.

"Jeez, that's a real shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a I picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the newspaper publisher, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones prepare to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost rightfield in the center of the metropolis where everyone saw it,"her supporter muttered while trying to relegate a jumble gnarl of a few fibril of her hair.

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

"I'm sure it will be online by the end of the day, someone 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 empty mug.

While the burnt umber was poured, a balding man with deoxyephedrine and a large handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."dame, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a mo Mr. Reed,"Molly said with a smile that was as bullshit as a pol's hope.

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

"Just be careful, because if he hears you, you'll be the one on your articulatio genus"begging"for your job."



Coffee cup in bridge player, Selene returned to her kiosk and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to keep her mind focused on her work, but her sentiment kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feather stitched into the side, something which mollie had joked about being so out of trend that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was raw for her to oppugn her electric current spirit. After learning that nirvana, hell on earth, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Lucifer existed, was it really unusual to cerebrate she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know more, she wanted to take part in Baltoh's battle against the devil and just do something that would let her know that she had a lieu in the grownup world.

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



Baltoh stood on the cap of a skyscraper, completely unseeable as he gazed out at the city and tried to feel the energy signature of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in snake pit, the dark look were keeping their major power hidden to avoid signal detection, making it succeeding to insufferable for Baltoh to clean them up. As he scanned the concrete hobo camp below, a shining tower of low-cal shown down from the sky like a shaft of sunlight piercing a layer of dense clouds.

Floating down from the sky, a man appeared with pearly-white eagle-like annexe 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 news of the instruction carried a weight and threatening tone that no other linguistic process held, as it was the language of the netherworld ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a anatomy of speaking that was very dangerous to homo. If spoken in the oecumenical public, every mortal within earreach would be brought to their genu by crippling malady. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would cause them to throw up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even pinna and heart.

In English, it translated to, ‘ Hello Michael, I was wondering when you would point up.'

The Angelica Archangelica's wearing apparel greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, baggy drawers, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The alone remainder were that his clothes were as White as his plume, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a dyad of bond on his wrists, though his did take in the rosary bead Chain. His skin colour was lots tanner than Baltoh's grey skin tone, and he lacked claws, a tail, and of course, a pair of devil backstage. His auricle were pointed and he had a single line of business of red wavy hair 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 voice communication of promised land.

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

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

"You should look at yourself lucky that I decided to be charitable and not attack 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 power is universe apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both humankind of visible radiation and duskiness, making me far firm than you could ever hope to be. Know your place, Archangel."

"Your arrogance is truly that of a Demon, test copy that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to bring up the fact that you have the Sami habit of getting involved with the great unwashed as the night beasts that feed on misery. You have caused ruinous damage to the metropolis without even eliminating all traces of your existence and have even socialized and murdered homo. This is a offense of the high-pitched order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The natural law of Jehovah mean aught to me. Your baron is a apathetic motley fool, at least I do good in this worldly concern. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crimes"of mine, so either he truly doesn't care about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a burnished flash of light from his ribbon and a broadsword materialized in his clutch. The grip was of twisted gold wire with a deep red pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to seem like a pair of Angel wings, and the vane was sterling silver but stronger than steel.

"Say one Thomas More intelligence, and I will cut you down here and now ! The demon and Gargoyles can wait, but your death is long overdue !"

At the mention of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his knife and turned around."Go back to your swarm realm, Michael. The situation is the business of Hell inhabitants only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own time when I don't have to be called up."

"The post is truly serious, you know that proficient than anyone. This time, Heaven can not afford to delay out of the mess,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. allow me in public security 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 city, with a marble-sized sphere of dark energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index number finger."Then I'll attack a iniquity impulse straight into the metropolis and blot out the next three mi of buildings."

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

"I'm half daimon, remember ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a pocket-size smiling.

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal dog. Whimpering in fear and pain was a girl at his feet, xviii years old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her manus wrapped around her ankles, trying to stop the bleeding from her sever Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to lame her and hold back her from running, and he had threatened to cut off her bridge player if she tried to grovel away.

The sadistic savage had recovered from his battle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless people. In front of him, a small news bulletin of red Light popped about two meters above the basis and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like pointedness protruded from the side. The firmament slowly expanded, allowing for another bony decimal point to reveal itself. The two pincer pushed against the sides of the orbit in opposite directions, slowly stretching it into a 2-dimensional curtain, less than a foot long, and slowly showing more of their actual sizing. As the blob-like pall was expanded, more hook-like pincer were reaching out of the fiery depths of the minor manifestation, latching themselves onto the edges of world and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn boundary line between Earth and Hades itself.

At a meter in diameter, the interior of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with fatal fog pouring out. The claw that were hooked around the boundary of the portal were the size of shoetree logs, and with each give space that formed by stretching the portal, another hook would hand out and latch onto the border, helping to let out the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven fundament in diameter, a ogre leapt out, landing the flooring and gasping for breathing spell. The Demon looked remarkably exchangeable to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle organic structure and characteristics, only he didn't have whisker and his deform automobile horn were more like the hooter of a dogshit than a Capricorn the Goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor home and had a metal shackle on each carpus.

"red cent you, you could feature at least helped me. That was barely better than being summoned,"the Demon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

"Or was it that you were just too debile 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 backbone. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll slide in out of nowhere and slice off my head."

Rimmon clicked his forked tongue at Abaddon's tint."So helpless. I know what my orders are ; you don't have to remind me. But in Holy Order to do that, I need to know that you are following your monastic order as well. Why in the wickedness Lord'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 pique condition before we take action, just in guinea pig an holy person or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my battle, so it will still take aim clip to regain my to the full strong suit,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

"Well have you at least picked your aim ?"

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

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

"keep on, I don't want us to take up this mission on the unseasonable foot,"Abaddon said with a grinning as he picked up the girl on the solid ground by the back of her shirt and threw her like a toss coating. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his nipper into her gentle flesh.

"These life humans are so much more pure and intolerant to ail than the prisoners in Hell, their shriek of agony and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one girl will return you as much zip as eating five. She's a lilliputian gift to help you retrieve some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern level. The scared sobbing dupe desperately tried to grovel away with her tears practically pouring onto the trading floor, but was stopped and gave a torturesome screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his chela, licking the blood off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

Rimmon gave a cruel laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her tomentum and pulling her headland back."You will die, but when I'm through with you, you'll be begging for last,"he hissed in her ear before licking the binge off her face with his long forked tongue.

The little girl gave another painful screeching as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and step-in. Her lily-white rear was now wet with lineage from five mysterious gashes. Wrapping his after part around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her hands and human knee as he removed his cock, which was inhumanly large and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, delight no no no !"the female child begged, pulling on the basis 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 burry head of his spiny cock pressed against the unaffected lips of her puss. Grabbing her by the coxa and digging into her physical body with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a single cruel shove.

As the saw-toothed phallus tore through the girl's virgin cunt and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so cheap in infliction and mortification that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in annoyance instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in evil bliss as he let his shaft become accustomed to the softness of the womanhood's twat. blood was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human rachis, Rimmon's gumshoe had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an aim of that size moving through such a little and tight hatchway is like using a air hammer for a operative section, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a almost grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the genial song of what was passing through the girl's mind as that happened and of the state of affairs, and it's hard to decide whether the genial pain was the greatest or physical pain.

Licking his back talk, 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 bleeding track. The trickle of rip 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 juvenility. With his bag on his straining striver tightened, Rimmon forced his pecker back into her brutalized pussy. This time, the miss did not shriek in excruciation or humiliation, as she was too meddlesome vomiting from them. The pain in the neck and mental scarring was so acute that her abdomen actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's catch was nice and sluttish ( or ripped open like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth, pumping her with his bulging phallus. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the abyssal torture that was burning inside her from the waist. The lonesome way she could key the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chain saw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her bump off family line, her slip virginity, her taint innocence, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked bleeding physical structure played like a revulsion movie that she could not look away from.

The torture victim's only stand-in came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible blood line loss was making her delirious, and that her full crushed body had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only one-half functioning.

After twenty minutes of the savage anguish, 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 bestial and hard that it had broken her pelvis, ripped her open, and shredded the shape inside like gage under a weed whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to refer the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her mouthpiece open, her center glazed over, and her idea almost completely closed down.

sensing spirit still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair's-breadth over to him and forced his shaft into her lenient sass. As if woken up from a bad pipe dream, the girl suddenly became waste and tried to force the Demon away, but could not free herself or absent the phallus that was completely filling her pharynx. She gagged and screamed as the pain from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's gumshoe still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry Panthera leo as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of ejaculate into the little girl's esophagus. The brutalized fille gave one terminal scream as the acid slime began to incinerate through her outspoken cords, but quickly became mute as her arterial blood vessel and spinal corduroy were the next to go. With her head being severed from her soundbox, Rimmon dismounted her face and wiped the vomit off his cock, chuckling to himself as he tried to think back to the last time he had such a great screwing. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like chick of armour crustal plate that all daemon wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some drained mass and a few aliveness ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its exponent and prestige even as thrill over was brought through its daily parturition. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving house and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in book and try as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousine, tired from a tenacious day of hoarded wealth hunt.

No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the gang with a bottle in his mitt. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the picket line set up by police, gazing at the car passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's mortal growled as it saw the everlasting target.

Holding up the feeding bottle and a ignitor, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crew. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to get down the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off Thomas More than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a mantle of liquid flames across the control surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's decease was not essential. The street was already erupting into complete topsy-turvyness as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating multitude at random.



A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human physical structure. With his suitcase in script, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the James Cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the poster for his luncheon. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servant should find out to add nutrient faster.

It was a small move, one that really cause any equipment casualty. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the cyberspace and igniting massive infernos of anger and resentment. Similar bank note were being left across the urban center as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The dampness night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and cleaning woman scrawled vast messages on world surfaces in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were thing like ‘ GOD HATES pouf ’, ‘ extolment ALLAH ’, ‘ THE Christian Bible IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE sign of the zodiac, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE ’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.



scandalisation boiled in the urban center with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and find that their tire had been slashed and the side had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this vandalism, both democrat and republicans. As multitude struggled to get to work, the vast shower of offense messages that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by despairing street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hate spread.



Selene came to a stoppage in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorcase, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two charwoman talked in muted voices by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every time I imagine it,"one womanhood in her early 1950s tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

"And it just happened today ? !"her Friend exclaimed with her mitt on her chest as if she couldn't breathe.

"I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the strait of screaming coming from the daycare nerve center, and when they arrived, half of the children were absolutely and the other half were missing !"

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

"Blood covered the walls and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The constabulary are tearing the city apart to find the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to hold out, those poor child !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every religious edifice throughout the city, as well as in front of City Hall, with multitude praying for the prophylactic of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the urban center, the situation was already getting international aid. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the Demons and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with sufficiency strength to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled corpses of the nobble baby. Already a gravid puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of threat, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate penance !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two large wooden hybridization on the Gargoyle's spinal column, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle's body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the background with sufficiency force to shatter the sidewalk, and even though the elephantine hybridisation were only laying on them like fallen Tree, they could not sneak so much as a finger, as the gravitational force acting on their torso had been multiplied to the breaker point where their diabolical bones were about to snap.

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



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

A knocking on the room access drew his attention and one of his aide stepped in, trying to help sort the mess out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to want to fare see this."

Gabriel followed the Whitney Young man outside, where various employees of the city Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officers, were standing around a van-sized pile of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

"What is it ?"the city manager asked, stepping outdoors.

Once of the police officer picked one of the mainsheet and held it to the lighter of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a dependable look at it."It's an American language flag…"

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

Standing on the steps of metropolis Granville Stanley Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his hired man. With a shot of his fingers, the entire mint was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump off back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



One by one, the tower of human politeness were being knocked over, slowly causing the stallion grounding of society to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the opinion of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked organic structure and the chance to kip 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 paws pressed down on her like jabbing fingers.

A tincture shifted across her cheek, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his flank extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him."sound first light,"he said with no aspect.

"Baltoh,"she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to dash to the metrical unit of the bed with wide eyes, neither hissing nor purring.

"I wanted to check in on you. I haven't been so preoccupied with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to take a leak for sure you weren't in danger or anything."

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

Selene was wearing aught but a black G-string and a matching bra that was struggling to take in her to the full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked consistency, Baltoh could feel a very strong sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous figure. As usual, the strength of these feelings of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his stimulation, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a go up 90º slant to pull a duo of jeans out of the low-spirited drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel loanblend 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 striptease to shame and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her Negroid lace thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a distance of wire and was clinging to her almost as if heroic. Feeling the loan-blend's eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, genus Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her base into a twosome of slim-fit denim. She slowly pulled up the denim with the sash being dragged tightly against the back of her wooden leg, the way a clay sculptor would drag a twine across her creation in progress to stimulate it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her blue jean tightly against the back of her thigh with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to clobber his sassing and keep his composure as his rushing line of descent began to enlarge his cock.

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

Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a tank top in manus, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me raw, so there is no reason to be discrete,"she defended while raising her sleeve to fall away on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his stopcock stir as her breasts seemed to expand with the collimate top of her arms."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The Elwyn Brooks White tank top came down over her chest, restoring his self-control. genus Selene swung her head word from side of meat to side, straightening out her foresighted whisker."happy ?"she asked with a wry smile.

Baltoh did not respond. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway."Come on in before person calls the police about a man with a tail and four offstage watching multitude from their fire escape."

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's formula lightened and he stepped into the elbow room, low gear retracting his flank back into his torso and wrapping his longsighted tail around his waist. As he stepped through the doorway of her sleeping room, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

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

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

"So evidence me, do you give birth any memories of the hoi polloi that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural references just OK,"she asked while setting up the coffee maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and ledge."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell collapse to dust, they've already undergone so much straining that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the memory I get are of people's approach pattern in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don't remember ever meeting a Dr. or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this cosmos comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth 10 of one thousand of fourth dimension to fly the coop from netherworld when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. perverse to what you might trust, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

"well what personal memories do you have ?"she asked, taking two smiler out of one of her kitchen storage locker while the coffee pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Greek that sought to tear down the metropolis of Troy and enslave its multitude, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century French Republic and decapitate criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"Time in netherworld movement at a much faster tread than in the man world, a single day here is an entire class there. It's hard to tell just how old I am as Hell has no season or yearly changes, but due to the day of the month 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 rum. Coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or drink. ogre and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in order to regain their persuasiveness, but saint and Archangels do not demand sustenance. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

pit is actually rather pocket-size. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘ Hell'denotes both the entire realm and the one realm that is actually occupied by man and demonic spirits is a single planet in vacate blank. 95 % of the major planet netherworld covered by a sea of flack that burns for all infinity, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the sole landmass in all of Hell so it's the only place with sole occupant, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a unlike kind of captive and different kind of punishment. The zona are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sins, but by early factors and geographical factor. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating Death, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can disengage them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemy don't have that trait. Even in Hell, being with angel or Demon muscularity are mortal, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opposite over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victim of consideration and those who meant to do adept. Suicide dupe, hoagie that have committed slaying to take justice, and even multitude who committed crimes completely by stroke. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in Hell are there only because of small infringement that never hurt anyone and caused any hurt, but were still considered sins."

"You know, there is something that multitude have been wondering for a long clip in this area ; do you go to sin if you get an abortion ? They say its murder."

Baltoh scowled."Of row not ! What shithead told you miscarriage was execution ?"

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

A small smile briefly appeared on Baltoh's face before disappearing."I had to, with how dangerous this urban center is becoming and the fact that you are cognizant of me, I knew you were at risk."

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

"I do experience that my enemies are causing it. I've been investigating the shot of these disturbances and I always find the faint perfume of wickedness. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to arouse tensions and cause Chaos, 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 blinking nursing bottle of petrol into a mosque while it was full-of-the-moon of people. I got there second after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled grampus. I hold no compunction 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 sentiment ( I'll probably vote down them later ), new protest mathematical group are starting and they are patrolling the city with political augury, and I've already found three abruptly bodies."

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

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the box of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial publication liquidator that takes the spirit of inexperienced person people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Shangri-la and I was born from the hate of evil of millions of champion. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and earn others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the Justice Department that must rule. Hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its route, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her smiling and her eyes were filled with admiration, sparkling like gemstone so beautifully that Baltoh could not look away from them.

"To be good, I have no clue what the demon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this topsy-turvydom because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movement while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't pass over them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their tycoon with decent muscularity for me to smell out or their human emcee are caught within the rite of an exorcism, I can't recover them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, postponement for one of them to break themselves or wait until I can key out a possible pattern and predict where they will strike so that I can capture them."

He then walked back over to the island tabular array and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a tactile sensation that things are going to continue to escalate. These acts of fierceness and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this fire is just going to stay fresh growing unless I can stop them. If I can't encounter them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the situation under control."

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

Baltoh gained a uncommon smiling at her self-will."Have you always been so defiant ?"

"Always. Like most kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a lilliputian brat. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't rise that tree, you'll pin ”,"I don't tending if your comrade did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll trip ”. I was a well-behaved nipper, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one heavyweight judgement challenge."

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

genus Selene laughed."My parents still sustain my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to advert awards from other schoolhouse grouping. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, sports, school day night club, and a social life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and beneficial I became. I was like a knife ; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper."

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

Selene's smile grew humble, but did not go away."I could never witness a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I've had copulate beau in my spirit, but as you can see, they didn't finally. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my biography trying to climb up like a cliff nerve or translate like a Scripture written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin up resting on her hands."I wish I could fall these questions. You've spent your whole aliveness fighting in the pits of hellhole which means you haven't lived like a fixture 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 little grin.

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

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the wrangle passed her lips, the human and the cross both became understood, staring into each early's optic. Slowly, they began to displace forward, in increase of measurement so small that they were barely seeable. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

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

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

As he turned around, about to become intangible and head through the paries, Selene spoke."Baltoh, take your prison term. You've piqued my interest, so don't think you're leaving any clip soon."

Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.

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

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

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



Selene and mollie were sitting on a work bench in the green, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. oceanic abyss in the background, the sound of chanting protestors and honking railway car could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the paving sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the courteous atmospheric condition 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 middle closed, trying to soak up as much sun as potential like a pair of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that office Christmas Day political party two twelvemonth ago,"molly said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at Selene. Without opening her centre, Selene scowled.

"mollie, we agreed never to talk about that dark, think back ?"she hissed.

"Hey, you seemed to a greater extent than volition and happy at the time."

"Yeah, because we were both wino. retrieve what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three months and I almost resign my job because it was just too awkward to be in the same building."

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

"Listen, I don't want to verbalize about it. It took me month 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 dagger shooting from her eyes, but no subject how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic collage of memories in her brain, and those memories were beginning to make her conjure. Already she could feel her puss moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally break and a flashback to glut her mind…



Dec 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the cubicle tangle with a half-full charge card cup and a prominent stumble. This was the finis time they would allow liquor, and for right reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and More than rummy to decide to come out photocopying her ass, genus Selene was looking for molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one stead she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's office doorway, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly hirer. She did not hear the moans or physique clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an ripple buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. molly was sitting in her gaffer'chairwoman, her blouse receptive with her sleeve across her bare knocker, her G-string and bird on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

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

"genus Selene, close the doorway !"

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

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

genus Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her champion's white D-cup titty, landing strip-flat belly, suave thighs, and wet shaved pussy, and molly seemed literally out-of-doors to showing her everything. Without intoxicant in the equating, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

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

"Hey, could you serve 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.

crossroad her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a preschooler at tarradiddle metre. Molly spread her legs and only now did genus Selene seem a iota skittish at the mountain of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

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

Squeamish but willing, genus Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger digit and ovolo. She looked back and Forth River at the toy and the disseminate lips of her Friend's pussy, hungry for pleasance. A part of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into mollie. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the slick chassis of her moist inside. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to proceed the toy back and Forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a piston in mollie, the sweet juice of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's finger's breadth. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could sense herself beginning to savour the act as well. The contorted reflexion of pleasure on mollie's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her organic structure trembled and she pinched her nipples, her monotone stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her pegleg openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on display.

Something about this act was very arousing to genus Selene, and the perfumed smell of her friend's kitty was making her soundbox shake with warmth and inflammation. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to women, at to the lowest degree no More than a fragile oddity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or foreplay when Molly bent grass over to peck something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her innate wonder. And she had to admit that the symphony of molly's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own purulent wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her protagonist with rapid fastness, making mollie hollow and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

Trembling from the arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring molly, Selene was just about to get back on her infantry, but froze in jar as her friend ran her spit up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

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

"Of form, I am toothsome !"

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

Selene's whole body became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her back talk against the spinal column of her throat, nearly making her puke from the sinfulness of her booster's flavor. She tried to overstretch away, but Molly was holding her berm and making her to suck it. molly truly was a dominating drunk, but even with teardrop rolling down her face from the punishment of her throat, genus Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"want some more ?"

genus Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her knee joint and began working the dildo in her slit, slathering it in her succus. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while Selene licked the early, both of them taking neat pleasance 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 tongues began to meet. At first it was the little accidental pinch, then string section of spit could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibration of joy between her stage to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the hotness they were feeling. With a grinning, molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her script on genus Selene's shoulders, she laid her ally back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her eminent heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"mollie purred as her long blonde hair's-breadth hung down on Selene's face, contrasting against her night skin.

She leaned down and pressed her lip against Selene's, slipping her glossa into her friend's sassing and letting their spittle mix. With their rosy lipstick shades blending together, molly grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcoholic beverage, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hired man, Molly pulled off Selene's chick and step-in with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into genus Selene, making her moan in pleasance through their dateless kiss. Both womanhood began moving as mirror prototype, fingering each former while their glossa basically formed a double genus Helix. After a moment of kissing, Molly sat up and undid Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past times Selene's nous and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other's breasts in wrinkle with their faces.

"Come on, suck on them,"mollie said coyly as her rear nipple hung just in above Selene's face.

Curious, submissive, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around mollie's nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making mollie coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had dead set Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to draw the welfare. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene's areolas with her lingua, taking incredible satisfaction in the predilection and feel of her voiced flesh.

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

"I've wanted to lick your beloved pot ever since we met. seminal fluid on child, you can't say that you haven't wanted to do the Sami,"She whispered, shaking her ass from English to side. Selene did not answer, as she was too horny to even speak.

first base pulling her long blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making genus Selene moan softly in euphory. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her aspect in molly's perfect ass. Having never done such a matter before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriend had done to please her as molly's placid ass cheeks were clenched against the sides of her boldness. Molly gave the Saame moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two woman into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet cunt, Molly purred and hummed from the tasting alone as she sucked up every delicious drop of the fair sex's fluid as if she were drawing the toxicant from a Hydra bite. Beneath her, genus Selene was becoming to a greater extent and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring molly, moving her natural language inside her friend the same way that Molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast measure of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky fervour making her unharmed consistence bombilation at the softness of those delightful pussy mouth and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiac friend.

With a grinning, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it sway and grumble in Selene and using it to draw forth more pussy juice to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the adult female's groan of pleasance and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with genus Selene's oils. Licking her smiling back talk, Molly got up and shifted her weight unit, sitting directly on genus Selene's case so that she was almost completely obliterate between her friend's curvaceous ass buttock. Molly broadened her control condition on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth in Selene and making her spread her legs wide, pointing her high heel at the ceiling.

"That's right, dear. Lick my bitch,"mollie 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 trance her breathing time between slurps, but molly's naked flesh was covering her human face every mo. molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of smart air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's face back between her toned ass.

"Fuck yourself and lick my asshole, do it,"she ordered, grinding her cheeks against Selene's face.

Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her tongue as far into mollie's arsehole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of Eden. mollie gripped her breasts until the pallid skin turned pinko, moaning and crying out in euphory as Selene's soft wet glossa burrowed into her anus, tickling the bid moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her head and her internal secretion were screaming that it was addictively luscious and her rub down pussycat lips wanted the pleasance to never end, not to mention that Molly's flaccid smooth ass felt amazing on the English of her face. Her dedicated efforts were driving mollie insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her slit frantically, soaking her fingers in her succus before sucking on them.

After almost five instant, molly finally got off of genus Selene and quickly turn away down, licking her look clean like a dog licking a sordid shell. genus Selene had a drunken grin on her face as molly's tongue ran up her face.

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the trading floor, desperate for a second course of action of scrumptious twat. Selene moved up over mollie's face, but in the reverse direction when their function had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her salt lick her pussy. The second Molly started, genus Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender rim as molly's glossa 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 Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a lowly desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, molly nearly arched her back in XTC, for the feel of the toy shaking every one centimeter of moist flesh in her cunt and the delicate lusciousness of Selene was almost more than she could palm. Before hanker, Selene craved more from molly ; she wanted to experience what her admirer had experienced. She changed her placement, getting on all fours with her tit pointing at the ceiling. mollie took the message and practically dive into genus Selene's tight cocksucker, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of genus Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so trade good. prevent licking, observe licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the succus, while trying not to fall off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against molly's face while the blonde nymphomaniacal practically slobbered on her cocksucker. Before retentive, Selene's thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount Molly's jiggling tongue. Like molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her friend's aspect like an ice pick cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not empathise what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the enterprisingness. Nearly scraping genus Selene with her high heels in her agitation, molly interlocked the two cleaning lady's stage. Very gently, the tranquil lips of their pussies kissed, making the fair sex purr in kinky pleasure.

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

grin and licking their sassing, the two mantrap began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy rim aggressively buss and smother each early over and over again. Their moans reached new levels of volume and tone as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth physical structure as their second joint clapped against each other over and over again and their lip seemingly fused together with each sensual buss. As their consistence moved in beat, they each reached out and massaged each other's breasts, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several second until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussies were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dog-iron in the summer from their exertion. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening picture of sweat, spit, and vaginal juices, catching the brightness level and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

espial her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her script in the wet mix between their pussies and licked it off as if it were piddle from the Fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her lingua. She continued to run up, licking the sweat off Selene's yummy white meat, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived Selene, and she could finally finger 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 raw consistence, suddenly filled with a mix of ignominy 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 Molly smiling and licking her dildo clean.



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

Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her stage together. It hadn't taken her recollective after the party to think everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy offer, and while genus Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her legs, Selene often found that her best orgasm when memory board of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her life, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why genus Selene forgave mollie for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained right acquaintance. As a good deal as she denied it, in her subconscious, the lonesome reason why she never took Molly up on her sexual offers was because she didn't want to refine 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 clear her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the day care center from which they had killed half of the minor and taken the relaxation to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candle, notes, and photos of the dead and missing nipper, while the street was covered in trash and flyer from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their scandalisation at how such a travesty could take seat and what sort of human race their tyke were living on. The street was completely empty-bellied, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their torso invisible to keep the ignitor from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his script as if he were a pantomime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so deep in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the minor was a wise move, as now the humans of this city are close to rioting from fear for themselves and their be intimate ones and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more delectable, the build and blood of those children or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human domain. However, with my power at its upper limit level and this city playing as the pure procreation ground of malevolency and suffering, the solitary way the variable star could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a unredeemed burial soil while torturing a few luscious human being,"he replied with an malign grin, wetting his shark-like dentition over and over with his forked tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your power during the rite. I'll observe him off your back while it happens, just micturate sure you don't stop and you work as fast as possible."

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

Regaining his grin, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed manus."The blood of a youngster, for a footling extra luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the bridge player and forming a modest red puddle on the ground.

"monster Art : revulsion Obelisk Summoning !"he called, slamming his clawed hand down on the puddle.

Baltoh's head perked up as a dark sense of foreboding passed through his judgment."So, you finally make your move, huh ?"

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



A howling twist blew through the street, forming a crack around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten infantry in diameter with the two fiend at the very sharpness. blackness lightning crackled above the membrane and a enceinte tincture could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.

Rimmon quickly turned around as Baltoh landed a hundred feet 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 women were dressed in egg white Monk robes 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 paw. Rimmon began to laugh.

"I'm not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his side of meat. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrists as two blades of black steel burst out of the cover of his manpower, parallel with his arms and each protruding Thomas More than a foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his blade, he signaled the kickoff of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to mobilize a repairing roadblock around the domain. Normally it would encompass only about a c feet, but in this case, the illusionary dome had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his onset with one of his blades and aimed his free hand at Michael."Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"

A colossal focused ray of Demon 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 brand and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a dead plosive consonant, but with his blade, he was capable to burst the beam and one-half and debar them.

The construction along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering good time, but with the holy person working to exert the roadblock, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to labor through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the crossbreed delivered a devastating squawk to the ogre's gut, knocking him through the air like a Harlan Stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could set on Abaddon and break off the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to have a lethal twinge. Baltoh deflected the steel with one of his claws and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like buns, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his force in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flames, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. midst swarm of dust and smoke billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black-market flames.

With a muscular flap of his annexe, Rimmon zoomed across the way of death and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his leaf blade. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the junk swarm, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's steel with their swords.

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

The full street was lit up as a widely but focused gilt laser surged from the tip of his chela, consuming the Demon as the equate and contrary of the Dark pulsation piece. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his steel, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon wing. Sparks flickered off the Earth's surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the cross could avenge, Michael placed his hand on his foe's annexe and shouted a trance."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ angel Art : sanctum Thunder Roar !'

In a blinding flashbulb, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a Stinger missile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the building next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could extradite another approach, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a separatrix across Michael's chest and sending a dab of descent across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

"holy man Art : Divine Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his sword into the ground between the garden angelica and Demon.

In a Split second, the full city block was riddled with lustrous glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden plosion, so powerful that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the bound of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to stay fresh his focussing on the summoning rite while the ten Angel that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in travail from trying to celebrate the barrier from shattering under the merge power of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feathering sowed onto the movement of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising office tier. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go witness him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a combat. She just had to hold off and cause faith. At least now her creative thinker was taken off Molly.



"Gastagan Nantsa : Conselha Natea !"‘ Angel Art : rophy Edge/Halo Discus !'Michael called as he raised his paw.

Looping his finger's breadth around his anchor ring, he pulled his arm down with a twelve written matter of the ringing of halcyon light, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a bellowing, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning train of thought no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the gang of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and loan-blend.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ Demon Art : smoothing iron Whip !'Rimmon called.

Stretching like India rubber, his tail extended to several times its own length and gained a metal durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the gloriole, sending them down into the urban center. The rings of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut hollow in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, Archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to travel the barrier to keep the fight from destroying the city, and had even called in reenforcement to protect, heal, evacuate, and dispatch the store of mass in the battlefield and bushel the damage. Already, the Angels had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would think back a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many saint been called from paradise to repress such a high grade of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another attack, 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 edges 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 thick crack boxed everyone's ears as a carry thunderbolt of golden get-up-and-go was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight person focal point. It was not dependable electric lightning, but it had like speeding and power.

"Daemost Arsolt : Cipparche Sputus !"‘ fiend Art : Tombstone carapace !'Rimmon cackled as he clapped his mitt together.

A shiny jiffy of blacken spark flared before him as a table-sized headstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The dash of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the immortal Ray, its penetrability 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 brand locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.

"Angel Falls Art : Enlightenment instant !"

In a blinding display of radiancy, every feather on Michael's offstage lit up like a miniature lead, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to happen, Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected stab. Just like before, the blade bounced off the surface of his backstage with little more than a transient shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his annex once the Inner Light 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 middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flush into a cryptic crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass pulverization, filling the air like dust. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost awareness from the pain of the impact, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his steel held out, desperate to stimulate a lethal bang. Without any exploit, he swung his brand and knocked the steel aside the trice the Demon came in his chain of mountains, then in a 1 fluid gesture, he jumped into the air and delivered a hefty recoil to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a little crater forming every clock 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 facial expression, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a field. Ignoring the pain of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his head to the position and dodged the onset. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to dig Baltoh with his after part like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and hideaway to avoid the onrush, letting Rimmon finally come to a stay a hundred meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the steel of Michael, stopping the Archangel's slash with his bare hand. Like the circle of a slip noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's fag end snapped around Michael's articulatio talocruralis, and with supernatural strength, he flung the Archangel towards the slope. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler Building and drilled a hollow straight through it with his organic structure before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the towboat. Regaining residual in the air, Michael pointed his offstage down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a yoke of rapid-fire scattergun full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of plume each moment, with each one glow with a Edward Douglas White Jr. nimbus and packing more force than a .50 armor-piercing type slug. With a tranquilize verbalism on his facial expression, Baltoh began swinging his brand with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his bm were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A all-inclusive inundation of electric arc flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would have struck him. The rest of the pointer peppered the land around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized Crater and kicking up swarm of junk and smoke.

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

bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his chela, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a unity moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his solidus. Cut by the Demon's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the edifice slid cleanly off the aslope cut gull, with Baltoh right 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 focal ratio, seemingly teleporting down to the priming, a c meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the former end. The ogre and archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tug careening straight towards his stead, they shouted their spells.

"monster Art : Dark Pulse !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of distill shadow energy.

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

Even with the two beams zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler construction tower plummeting towards his head like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely cool off."Tch, please,"he scoffed.

Balling his mitt into fists, Baltoh held his limb out to his side of meat and released an animalistic yowl that was tawdry than a jet locomotive engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of white and black power rushed from every inch of his physical structure, annihilating everything it touched like the first of all microseconds of a nuclear burst. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to flee for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a sea mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as golden and the explosion slammed into him like a flame avalanche, peeling away his figure and consuming him.

The angel manning the repairing and illusionary roadblock were brought to their knees trying to keep on the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn't masking up the shockwave it released. nothingness flooded the entire city of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering one thousand of windows, knocking hoi polloi off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city 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 swarm above parted as if a nuclear dud had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the century of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from Heaven at that very minute, were using their powers to recreate the area as it had been before the scrap, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuated people in the exact Saami positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any computer memory of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

As the words were spoken, a familiar good sense of dread shot through his mind like an electric electric current. He looked to the due east, sensing Abaddon's power, as well as the power of something else, something just as disconsolate and malevolent.

"But my military mission is not terminated,"he cursed before spreading his fender and flying due east towards the source of the menacing presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's abysmal power snuff out Rimmon's universe, killing him or at to the lowest degree wounding him so badly that he was now on expiry's door."Damn it, that cocky mongrel went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I'll really take to work to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the fire of pit sunburn without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the worldly concern of the animation. This Horror Obelisk shall beckon the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a wickedness object rose up in the street like the bridge player of a zombie bursting up from the grassy ground of its tomb. The object was a tower, ten feet in diameter and xl fundament in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in red symbols. The base of the tug was adorned with carvings of man skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style wander bed of different clappers and limb. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle look was carved in each slope, all with the exact Saami expression. The top of the tugboat consisted of five long talons, all converging on one pointedness, above the very midpoint of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation speech sound began to emanate from the dagger, with multiple rich voices murmuring bane in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in loudness. Above the city, dark storm cloud formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the ink-black blue devils. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in show, with their gloss and configuration and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the cosmos of the obelisk was sending ripples through realism itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the urban center began to palpate puke to their tummy and lightheaded, as the non-white malevolence of the artifact poisoned their brain like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this dagger, it does not count, the fact that it can exist in this macrocosm is all that I need. Soon our plans will come up to fruition, and the end of days will be at paw,"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 hand balled into clenched fist so tightly that stemma trickled from his cut palm tree. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his monster incline, making it hard to inhibit his violent urges. He despised these artefact for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to mention he found their forgetful malign highly disturbing.

"How the underworld was one of these summoned to the humans of the living ? Only archangel should have to ability to use their spells in dissimilar realms."

"Baltoh,"a soft voice gasped. The loanblend turned around, spotting Selene.

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with cold-blooded swither 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 find you, I wanted to make surely you weren't hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her representative weak and her centre closed.

beingness so close to the obelisk was taking a gruelling toll on her eubstance, so much so that she could barely stick around on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare grin."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the concern,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hand over her aspect."backer Art : Laying On Of Hands. saint Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid luminousness were running through her veins, Selene's consistence began to glow as the first of all spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasm and the second go wrapped her in a dilute level of holy energy, protecting her from any boost affects. Selene's centre opened and she took a bass shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the face of her head, trying to take out the last tracing of grogginess.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the dagger, and ignoring her fearfulness, Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to mention it energizes the iniquity intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an US Army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or beef up the inglorious ticker of the truly wickedness human residents of Hell to help them join together to form a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could force back the people of this city so wilderness with rage and spite that they could rip New House of York apart like a ring of rabid wolves."

All her lifespan, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and exciting ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of affair. But being so close to this cursed tower, the veneration that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her idle imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt same at any second gear, something terrible was about to pass, or that the dagger was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial cause of death before he makes his motility. This crippling sense of dread and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her tone like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, 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 breaks. Even if I reduce it to sprinkle, it will still induce heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with staring holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and dear way…"

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

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

"Do you have any idea why they brought that matter ?"she asked, sword lily that it was now gone.

"No, it just doesn't make sentience. 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 prompt so far away, and if they had some early reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or make more havoc in this city, then I don't understand why they would just empty it or not enshroud it in a blank space where I might not be able-bodied to sense their activities. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that effort to summon it if I would just get rid of it ? It's like they summoned that dagger for no reason other than the act itself."

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

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

He was cut off as a quick glint of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in duration as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the daemon's target area, Baltoh gave a furious thunder and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail end before it could chance upon Selene. Growling like an fauna, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the blast that ended the battle. Almost every column inch of outer anatomy had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare brawniness and cauterized veins, not to observe that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this cleaning lady ? ! You will repent for your daemon sins, and you will suffer the most painful death that your wretched form can experience ! Angel Art : Final crucifixion !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to lop his own tail so that he could lam, but before the act could be performed, a large flannel crucifix explosion out of the primer behind him, measuring 20 feet in height and eight feet extensive at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of brat as whips with while of scraggy metal braided into the strands wrapped around his branch and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless torso. Unable to displace, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three with child nails materialized, the first two driving through his ribbon and the third piercing his ankle joint and securing them to the slope of the master beam. The final constraint came in the physique of a crown of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the Demon's top dog, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with blood running down his fount. At least, a spear sword appeared before him and was plunged into the daemon's thorax, piercing his black heart.

"backer Art : Holy Burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his manpower together.

In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden fire flared up at the infrastructure of the cross, reaching up and curling around the woe devil. Already bleeding to last with a snap heart and no peel to cover his lacerated muscle, Rimmon gave one concluding howl of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his physical body as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a mo, 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 blood from a fatal injury, and genus Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more becalm 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 gentle hand on his impudence. The gruntle touch and tender caution that Baltoh could experience flowing into him from her paw calmed his consistence and removed the death tincture of stress from battle. But while this sweetened touch sent Wave of bliss through his consistence, Baltoh felt a syndicate of veneration and nervousness forming in his heart.

"I have to go. I have to find Abaddon and figure out what he's planning before it's too late."

He stepped away and broke the connector between them. Selene watched with sadness in her eyes 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 femme fatale blaring in the ground as cop sped throughout the metropolis to do vandalism and assault margin call. Every night, it seemed like the urban center was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more extreme with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, mainstay of smoke were wafting from two burning construction. One was a Planned parenthood that had been set ablaze by some half-crazed pro-lifers, and the other was a community center where an anti-Obama right-wing exchange was being held, before some Thomas Young populist through in some fireworks and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the cap of a van in a dark street, devoid of lighting or people. On the ground nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his hand, cursing through barred teeth as he tried to use the pain to clear his mind of his confusing thoughts and notion for genus Selene and remain focused on the military mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life history have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to crusade and dispatch evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gun muzzle my will and provide me unable to fight at my quality ? I should have been able-bodied to bolt down Abaddon and that early Demon with a snap of my fingers, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their ability hidden, tracking down my prey should have only taken one or two or three days at near. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every thought of her extinguish the flames in my person ?'

He held out his hand, letting the blood drip from the wound in his laurel wreath and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his script, the thoughts of Selene continued to swirl through his nous, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his foreland up as a strange whiz zipped through his mind. It wasn't an upsurge in demon get-up-and-go or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could sense something through the feathering he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in danger so that he could find her and facilitate her, but in all silver dollar, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical natural action and a cascade of thoughts running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her torso and mind would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to shoot down her, there was an undeniable probability 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 powerful shockwave that all of the auto in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her position, tracking his own vigour 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 someone breaking into her flat ?

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

In a low flash, he disappeared as his pep pill instantly increased to the stop where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's flak escapism and became nonphysical, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest strong-arm disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the origin rush from his body and pocket billiards in his cock.

fabrication in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet lips of her pussycat while she was using her give hand to squeeze and massage her tit, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the rest next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the forepart like a cat against a piece of furniture box. With each ghost of the moist lips that she made with her finger, Selene would give a soft coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

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

Selene's soft coos turned into a gentle moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her kitty to fully insertion of her fingerbreadth. Moving her fingers in and out of her snatch, Selene writhed and stretched with her whole body trembling in arousal. With her left manus, she began squeezing her boob more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to run her finger's breadth faster and with Sir Thomas More vitality, sending ripples through her well toned frame as she fucked herself with greater f number. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and bulk and she even moved her left hand from her soft boob to the edge of the bed, holding on for good life. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic mirth as she climaxed, soaking her hired hand in her orgasmic juice. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony tree body. Baltoh's external respiration was heavy as he watched her finally become calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard cock remained impregnable than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to fall down asleep, Selene did something that made the cross's jaw drop. With a trite smile on her face, she removed her fingers from wet twat and held them over her boldness. Reaching up with her tongue, she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking away the oils from her body. Baltoh could not cease a grunt from escaping as he felt pre-cum gunk from the oral sex of his cock.

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

observance Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her handbag, Baltoh lost ascendance and pulled out his turncock. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal beast driven by animalistic instinct along with the malice of the by spirit that made it ), he was quite buxom but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a Demon, due to his Archangel body. Being heedful not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect phallus and rubbing away the strain that had built up in his body. It was a good thing that he was undetectable to mortals, as every bm of his manus made him grunt in relief.

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

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

"come on baby, get it on me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up fastness, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed muscularity.

She moved her deal 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 peter as he gazed at genus Selene's flawless ass and the dildo being plunged into her pussy. He could barely check himself, all of his discombobulation had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her oral fissure, sucking on it with tang as she savored the sense of taste of her own core. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf joint from her bedside tabular array. 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 straw man of the pile, while tying both remnant of the scarf to the face of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not fare free.

Using the batch of pillows to create way for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her slit. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her hand and knee and began leaning back and forth quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

observance genus Selene's bountiful titty swing and bound each clip she forced the toy into her conceited pussy, Baltoh could feel an orgasm welling in his tool, the low in his life. Picking up speed, 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, Selene gave a loud groan as she had her final climax of the nighttime and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after stream of semen sprayed from the head 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 relief, she didn't touch any of the come that had landed on the metrical unit of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covers and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his number 1 ejaculation, Baltoh leaned back with his header in his mitt. 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 thought of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija board Board in the bell tower of the Riverside church, made from the skin from a woman's back with the issue and letters written in rip, and the disk for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn baby. Both had been a very delightful snack. The demon held his handwriting over the metier and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Almighty Tenebrous, I bring updates on our missionary station. Rimmon proved ineffectual against Baltoh and my strength is no better. The test summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the next point with Baltoh around, as he will run me down and kill me before any natural process can be completed. I seek new orders."

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

"tiro Gargoyle spawning opening and use them as decoy while to a greater extent Demons are summoned. We can only open up up one more door before you are cut off permanently, make it bet,"the disk spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human woman, as he has been seen making shop at Newmarket to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His magnate are unfocussed and he appears distracted. Do you have any guild or prompting ?"

Again the disk began to propel."Continue to supervise her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him befuddle, so killing her would do cypher but focus his mind back on you, not to mention it would spark his rage."

"Yes My Lord, and I already know how to produce some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the blast safety valve of an position building. As usual, his psyche was completely focused on Selene, but this clip, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every fourth dimension he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful cleaning woman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his optic. He already had a throbbing erecting as he thought back to it, and in the deep confines of his mind, he felt fleshy regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being loose about his comportment while he watched Selene, and letting the events of the dark roll 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 mental metamorphosis.

The way he saw it, he had two pick : he could either confront Selene and his confusing feelings, or he could stay away from her, finish the commission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this muddiness to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him sick with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just leave her, not physically or emotionally. He had to see this out, or it would frequent him for the relief of eternity.

As he reached out with his mind to try and find out the plumage he had given Selene, a loud ruckus began to ramp up in the background, drawing his attention.



genus Selene and mollie were sitting out in the sun at tabular array in front of a cafe restaurant. Both were drinking iced coffee berry, and while mollie was having a champaign salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first meter. They often came here for luncheon, and the conversation they were having was of the usual case, but it suddenly took a crook that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been wrong ? You seem so distracted and distant lately. You appear to be daydreaming More than an ADD kid in mathematics course,"her acquaintance remarked.

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

"All the clip. But now that I'm an grownup, I've stopped writing honey letters that I never mail and now just put fresh batteries in my vibrator,"she said casually, making genus Selene choking coil on her soup.

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

"wellspring talking about being a kid brought out my inside child, and my inner youngster wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our olfactory organ like Milk. Right now, my interior youngster and I are high-fiving in success,"Molly bragged as she skewered several lettuce leaves with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad grooming."So what's this guy's name ?"

genus Selene hesitated before answering, knowing that this could be grave. She would never stag Baltoh's trust in her and shed his secret, but there was just something about him that she had to differentiate someone.

"Baltoh."

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

"You could say that…"genus Selene shrugged, realizing that she would let to choose her words carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

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

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

"No, he just kind of grew up in a disquiet dwelling house. But he is really handsome and without a doubt, he's the most astonishing and interest guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could chip in her advice, a chorus line of shouts coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the instruction of the audio, which had slowly been growing over clip but was now impossible to brush off, especially with the police sirens blaring.

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

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

"genus Selene, wait ! I can't move quickly in dog !"mollie called, chasing after her friend.

cut through an alley, the two women crossed over to the succeeding street, where a full-on conflict between the constabulary and a drove of Occupy protestors was being waged. binge gas filled the air and zippo could be heard but the endless shouts of Fury and the sounds of protest foretoken striking riot carapace. Already, the syndicalist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest mathematical group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a cover for their offence. Every mo that passed brought more bacchanal pig and even more protestors.

With gauzy drunken revelry shields and shameful Kevlar courtship, the policeman were more than than safe against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a problem. The stock of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each former in one counselling. Those at the front of the drove beat their planetary house and fists against the officer'shield, desperately trying to break through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the accidental injury inflicted by the policeman's clubs. With bleeding faces and disordered fingers, those that were ineffective to fight any prospicient tried to squeeze between the two tectonic photographic plate that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with black pepper spray. Many never made it out, and were forced to the background where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few minutes, a cop behind the barrier would thrust a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and drivel were hurled in reply.

Selene and Molly stood in the alley, neither one courageous enough to jump into the ruffle and get the shit beaten out of them. This was a full-blown riot, and it wouldn't be long until Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov Cocktails would start flying. Pondering what to do, the women were shocked as a young man, barely 19, was thrown from the mob of protestors and into the bowling alley with a bleeding head wound.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with trouble, crouching down beside him with tissue from her purse and helping pass over the parentage off his unshaven face. The man did not respond, only shook his head from slope to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"molly asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a workbench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to authorise his throat and recover his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal dissent. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the altogether affair into these teenagers'faces ! One girl was scream… screeching in pain, and when her boyfriend jumped up to plug the cop, he got tased for almost half a moment, and that bastard laughed while he did it.

nonentity wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the kidskin down onto the street and dislocated one kid's shoulder while handcuffing him, that's when the fight started, and it's all been growing ever since…"

"Get out of here, go to the hospital."Selene said sadly, pulling the man to his foundation. He nodded his head and staggered off, leaving the two women alone on the avocation of the battle.

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and invisible to human eyes, Abaddon watched Selene and licked his rim. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to mention a delicious meal. Alas, he was ordered to supervise only, so illusion would have to serve, until he could try her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the carapace of the drunken revelry law like Irani against Hellenic language, he breathed in the tear gas like it was the feeling of a confection flower and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the debauchery, and the effect were amend than he dared pipe dream.

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

Taking a cryptical breathing time, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making certain that Baltoh would not be able to sense the activity. Once the air in his lungs was iniquity enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the horde of people, with them completely incognizant and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the Joseph Black smoke rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by campaign in the air, but by the anger and rage that every someone was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"fiend Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the magical spell would act quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on route, having picked up Abaddon's power levels the second he raised them to speak the enchantment. Flying about the city, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one direction, like ants 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 the great unwashed now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain to spawn at least XV Gargoyles. The protestors, the constabulary, and the rioters continued to struggle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative DOE billowing like weed from a tire fervency, the Black person mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into split up cloud and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized swarm, indistinguishable physical body could be seen taking physical body and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human baby, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, claws, and wings began to raise. Standing in the back street, Selene felt a very cold-blooded shiver crawl up her spine, as if person was breathing on the backrest of her neck while touching her bare skin with an ice cube. She wrapped sleeve around her abdomen, suddenly sickish and filled with apprehension. She did not cognize what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was mighty, 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.



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

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

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

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could watch over him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The frustrated hybrid only had enough metre to redeem a body-splitting bitch to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in one-half and splattering Gargoyle lineage in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to actualise that Abaddon had escaped, hold on himself after delivering the bitch, and try to figure out the direction in which the ogre was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the edge of the city and had ended the spell to keep his index hidden.

With his unharmed body shaking, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of Leo, howling in frustration. That beastly call was so majuscule in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living tool could even discover it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to attack genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his goal of gaining reinforcements 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 vast difference in enduringness became evident. In Hades, well over half of every daimon fight resulted in his prey managing to escape, but this time was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his familiar roamed free in the human being world, lives were being lost.

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

All the the great unwashed below him were knocked off their feet by the hurricane winds that the spate of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with violent storm clouds. Clinging to the side of the construction next to her, genus Selene tried to fight the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

"Baltoh…"she murmured softly while Molly tried to go on her chick from flying up.

"sufficiency of this madness ! You are causing just as a lot 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 setting.

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic snarl, barring his Fang. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his sword and delivered an uppercut virgule as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparks, but with relaxation, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a board saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the dresser, inflicting a combat injury that would be fatal to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf orchis with stock pouring from his oral fissure.

With Michael incapacitated and no other break, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his Energy was causing to give up. Below him, hoi polloi were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, tear gassed, peppered with broken glass from Baltoh's bellow, and knocked off their metrical foot by the sudden and unaccountable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot 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 alleyway. The beautiful fair sex was looking around desperately, straining her eyes to try and find Baltoh. He had to speak with her, but later, when they would have privacy and time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of fiend, all grouped together and feasting on a voltaic pile of new slain army corps in the living elbow room of a theater on the outskirt of the metropolis. All the furniture had been smashed to small-arm, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each sting they took, their muscles grew in size and strength, and their atrocious facial characteristics became sharper and more distinguishable.

"That's right my children, feed, feed and suit strong. I need you to be as mighty as possible if you are to act as the martyr for the end of days."

He then turned around to present a beautiful nineteen-year-old fille with farsighted blond hair. She was in the corner, sobbing in terror as she watched the beasts feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy electric chair in Selene's flat with his fingers tented, waiting in the night for Selene to follow abode. While his dead body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to break up the intelligence he would use when he spoke to her. Never in his lifetime had he been so confuse and so flighty, and all at the thought and bearing of a simple human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the door sent Baltoh's heart beating wildly in anticipation, working so hard that it felt like it was slamming his breast 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 retort. With a inscrutable sigh, she leaned against the island table with her head in her hands, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her gens spun Selene around with encompassing oculus and she stared at Baltoh, trying to grab her breath at the mass of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

"No, of course not ! I just… I was just trying to work what happened today in the street between the cops and the protestors, it's all over the intelligence as the openhanded clash in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a soft gag."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 peach to you about, it's not about my foreign mission, monster, Angels, or anything like that… it's about you, and what you've done to me since I got here."He said. Selene paled as she tried not to envisage the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, ineffectual to converge her gaze.

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

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

"Not in my full existence have I ever been so upset as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not mean, because you occupy every cerebration that enters my nous. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever dispatch my delegacy and perhaps ever witness solace, I need to figure out this disarray once and for all, and I need the resolution to this question ; even if I can not properly report how I feel about you, do you feel the same way about me ?"

Selene licked her rim first with a look of uncertainty, then with a diminished smile.

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

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

With her smile small-scale but stamp, Selene wrapped her hands around Baltoh's."I don't have it away 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 heart and my body ache for you. I haven't developed smell like this for someone this quickly since I was a minuscule missy, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss picket, so many specific gears and mechanics that we can only be built with all of our own art object and no one else's. True individuation is inconceivable in this mankind, but I know with my heart and soul that you are the lonesome one who can possibly complete me."

They both stood up straight and faced each early with genus Selene's hands on Baltoh's pectus and his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the worry thing in the macrocosm, and you are practically Maker in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the really heart of the world. My impression for you are only equaled by my luxuria, as I know that you can satisfy every demand I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the mystery story that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"genus Selene, you are the one somebody who has made me get laid instead of hate, and I now know what I want as well. I don't understand how it's possible for me to feel this way, but I do understand that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her close. genus Selene reached up and gently brushed her subdued finger against his cheek, making the cross shiver.

"While you may take in been born of rage, I think there is one affair that you hate just as much as you hate evilness, and that is the sentiment of being alone."

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their lips together, kissing for various seconds. As the embracement continued, Selene slipped her lingua between Baltoh's limp, nearly making him jerk in surprise but also hum in joy at the mildness and discernment of her tongue in his oral fissure. Deciding to mirror her action, he sent his own tongue into genus Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his foresightful fork tongue hanging in the air like a Hydra in mid-strike.

"What ?"Baltoh asked, retracting the trunk part left over from his Demon nascence.

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

After almost a bit of their lips joining like two moving ridge and separating, the buss was ended, and Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her coloured sleeping room. Inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning halo, casting dancing phantasma upon every airfoil. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scrape that pocked his sinew and the two trump hide out beneath his punk. Pulling off his pants, he caught Selene gazing at his semi-hard penis with a mix of fear and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would hurt and if this was one challenge that would beat her. With his behind flicking like that of a cat on the hunt club, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their sass locked, he reached up to undo the buttons of her whiten blouse.

"Be measured with those hook,"Selene whispered as he kissed her neck opening.

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his hand up, cutting through the clit threads on her blouse with the pincer on his exponent finger, exposing her house breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the piece of lingerie before Baltoh could get hold of a claw to it, letting her teat springiness free like airbags.

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

Selene laid her head back and purred in sexual excitement as she felt Baltoh squeeze play and rub down the melon-sized pile of flesh, physically inspecting every centimetre of easygoing cutis, while of course of instruction being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes infant, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked spit suggestion her areolas and his brim wrap around her raise nipple.

He moved back and Forth River between her bighearted tits, wrapping his long tongue around them like a boa constrictor, licking every fleck of exposed skin. Sucking on her nipples like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her breasts, stimulating the sensible nerve end to the percentage point that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in exultation.

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

Remembering back to his homo past lifespan in full term of the moves of amour, Baltoh decided to proceed on. Lowering his head, he dragged his pronged knife down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming succeeding and absolutely desperate for it, Selene stopped him to remove her skirt and moist thong. With her knee joint on his berm, Baltoh held his read/write head just above the soft wet lips of her puss, which carried the faint smell of the grievous bodily harm from her last exhibitioner.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his clapper, giving a quick lick that nearly made genus Selene jolt. He licked again, plugging his long snake-long tongue in between the rim like an contrivance cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity taste of her juicy insides. He pressed his lips against the logic gate of paradise, slurping on genus Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a lulu and could only use his oral fissure to escape.

Selene could not contain her moans as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her full humble trunk judder from the seventh heaven. Her calls doubled in volume as he fully inserted his tongue into her pussycat, licking her uttermost depth of her voiced interior and mixing his saliva with her juice. genus Selene basically had to burn down on her pillow to prevent from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet clapper quivered and probed better than any vibrator and his lips massaged and tickled the opening. She had her manus on the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable taste and slurped up her juice like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every endure drop out of his water feeding bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the total and sense of taste of the juice that flooded her pussy hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the appreciation of her orgasm. The climax lasted for almost half a minute, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing intemperate and her centre rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

"Try not to break me in one-half,"she teased, kissing him back.

Baltoh did not react, only smiled and gave the quickly exhale of a laugh. Using his clawed hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his prick and slowly guided it to her logic gate of nirvana, pressing the principal against the moist, flaccid brim. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense expectation, Baltoh slowly pushed his tumid hawkshaw into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her pussy, but after more than two bit for slowly forcing it in like a heater into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full interpolation, 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 breath, as she could have sworn the header of Baltoh's cock was prodding the undersurface of her heart.

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

"No… it's ok. I've just never had anyone that big, and it will take a bit of fourth dimension to get used to it. But remember when I said that I knew that you would be able-bodied to satisfy my every indigence ? 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 masses removal. Leaving only the brain inside, he gave her a minute to stabilize herself for the next insertion. Trying not to harm her, Baltoh slowly pushed himself back into her wet pussy, using her succus as lubricant. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her catch and the blissful and erratum genius of sexual weft. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to whizz in pleasure.

Taking a risk of exposure, he pushed his dick into her well up cunt in a single stroke, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the deep insight. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size of it, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really move. Taking the properly position above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in long, regular strokes, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally impress at a reasonable speed, Baltoh let his body continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the different feelings that his cock was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the indescribable softness of each gibbosity, ridge, and bend in her pussy. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any pain and was now moaning like an opera singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her digit into his back.

As Baltoh's hurrying increased, he held himself higher above her as if in mid-pushup, silencing her groan as he kissed her and relishing the feeling of her pointing nipples moving against his pectus like figure skaters on ice.

Changing stance, he sat up on his blackguard and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to flow onto her as he doubled his speed. With each powerful thrust into his lover, Baltoh licked and chewed on his back talk as he watched her tits bounce and roll wildly. No longer capable to claw at Baltoh's back in Adam, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of scriptural proportions was rocking the building, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a cryptical gasping call as the heading of his turncock slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

keister him, Baltoh's annex were stretching and waving like flagstone and his shadower was writhing like a beheaded snake on the level, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking ass and play with it.

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

She didn't need to complete speaking, as the subconscious movement of her hands to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to get laid. The longer that he was working, the Sir Thomas More he could feel his Demon 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 mitt and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just inch from hers, all the while continuing to sleep together her like a machine. Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and agitate smell on her face as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant side taking controller and gaining the desire to both fight it and state to it. She raised her caput and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growl of pleasure.

"ejaculate on babe, I'm so secretive to cumming, bang me harder !"

"Yes my love,"he said before giving one last chimneysweeper of her soft mouth with his tongue.

Moving his hand to her hips, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all four-spot, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knees, he tightened his wait on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman speeds, slamming her cunt so hard and so fast that it was almost bestial. Trying to stay up with her weapon system straight, Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw power that she was going to vomit. She could have sworn a sex political machine was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the riffle passing through her toned body and listening to the orgasmic applause phone of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his legs and the Qaeda of his cock. The dissonance was so late and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly lie with what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her troll ass bounce and ripple while basically skewered on his dick, Baltoh wished he could also get an undersurface view and gaze upon her tit, which were swinging like the round punching old bag that boxers practiced on.

genus Selene was so close to having an coming that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could feel the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking trembling pulsing through their bodies as their climax overcame them. Selene released a jubilated shriek that could shatter glass as her twat became flooded with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like roar as he shot jet after jet of seed into genus Selene, filling her up to the point that current of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely hitch and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gaping semen-filled Crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in fight that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an 60 minutes had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch his hint. Holding her finis, he wrapped his arm and annexe around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a doubt, that was the greatest sex of my animation,"she purred tiredly.

"Being that was my first time, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very odor of her whisker as pressed his sassing against the back of her ear."Is this what love feeling like ?"

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

There lips slowly parted and they closed their eyes, wrapped in Baltoh's wings like a blanket. piddling did they pull in, that outside, New York was a torched warzone.





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his mysterious sleep by a fond wet feeling around his turncock. With a oscitancy and a fag hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched Selene's beautiful capitulum bob up and down. She had a coy tone in her center as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a commonplace stretch and his smiling grew wider as her soft tongue slathered the shaft with her rim wrapped securely around the pass. She then released the head and spat on the tip, using it as lubricating substance was she stroked him to a full erecting with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a curl of her hair, careful not to engrave her cheek with his knifelike nipper. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her easygoing mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head while she stroked the beam. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his grin widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his putz in her indulgent oral cavity with the headland going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for respective s, genus Selene took his cock out of her oral fissure and began stroking it furiously against her bighearted teat. The soft tegument felt absolutely incredible against his bulging dick, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thickset ropey stream of semen across her breast. With a coy smile, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy quick study, coating her titty in his cum. Holding the monster fleshy piddle balloons, she leaned down and licked off the ejaculate, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing nipples with relish.

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

"trade good daybreak,"he said, wrapping his weaponry around her.

"Good dawning. How did you slumber ?"she asked, kissing him on the frontal bone in return.

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amazing. In Hell, I always have to log Z's with one eye open if I can even regain a good place."

"With how hard you tantalize me, I slept like a rock candy. You know, that was actually the first off blowjob I ever gave."

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

"Well I've always practiced on bananas for when I would find the right guy. Plus my considerably acquaintance mollie is a lord in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be honest, I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

At her discussion, Baltoh leaned forward to osculate her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was wrong, something that he had been unable to note before, but was now as clear as it was pungent, like the olfaction of a rotting carcase in an enclosed infinite. He could sense energy in the air, both archangel and ogre and vast amounts of them.

"time lag, something happened. I need to get alfresco, now."



Baltoh stood on the ceiling of Selene's apartment construction while she sat in her animation room, watching the news program for anything crucial being reported. The hybrid was taking several deep breaths, sampling the Brobdingnagian shower of lightness and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any planetary house of battle or wipeout, but the thick muscularity that sat in his lungs like weed said otherwise.

"It's the weirdest thing, there are hundreds of missing cases being reported and cypher knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

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

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

"There was a battle last night, a big one. Whenever prominent numbers hoi polloi go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and Hell faced each other and there were civilian casualty, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or craters in the city from utmost dark, which means that the Angels have been hard at work, repairing the equipment casualty and erasing memories so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not repair is the death toll. Last nighttime, hundreds of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the engagement, they are being reported as missing.

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

"Baltoh !"an angry vocalization announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eye 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 E. B. White eagle wing, but his facial characteristics were very much difference of opinion. While his hair's-breadth was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his maneuver ears, his brow, one through his let down lip, and three through the bridge of his olfactory organ. The Angelica Archangelica and Selene paid no tending to each other, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became visible, causing genus Selene to jump-start back out of shock and bag Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from Heaven with staring amazement, now having someone to compare Baltoh too former than that abbreviated sight of Abaddon and Rimmon.

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

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

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the netherworld were you ? You come here from Hell to run these mother fucker down, and just when we finally need your assist for the first time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very sack up which face you are on.

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

"The Torah of your maestro mean nothing to me. I do what I want and the military force of Heaven had better accept that they can do nothing about it and should just be glad that I at least keep myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no headache to you, so you effective not say another word about her. I was busy last night, so distinguish me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became ostensible."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupefied or this selfish. A physical family relationship with a human charwoman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to Earth, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any idea what sorting of detestation would be spawned if you were to prang up her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much power with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knee by the oppressive system of weights of that unity word.

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

The garden angelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by fiend powerfulness and feasting on innocent citizenry. They were far warm than Angels and they were fast, causing immense quantity of destruction to the city while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their determination ? Abaddon has already set the people of this metropolis against each other, such a broad flak would only create reverence and merge everyone."

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



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his minor squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far larger than their cancel size of it. Having spent the conclusion few hours eating and torturing endure human race, they had feasted upon more than decent torment and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their creative thinker still remained barely developed enough to speak and espouse gild, meaning that they were not sophisticated enough to mold their energy into daimon Art, but they could let loose their power in raw unfocused plosion, easily equal to of destroying buildings.

"Your delegacy is simple ; buy me plenty time to mobilize Thomas More daimon from snake pit. To do this, I need you to give up as much power as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign terror, slaughter everyone, ruin to your fondness's mental object, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and keep the Angels off my keister. Go !"

All but two Gargoyles released jubilant screaming of bloodlust and took to the air to wrack mayhem. The two that stayed would be guarding Abaddon in example any backer or archangel discovered their location.



Michael and Gabriel stood on the edge of a skyscraper roof, looking out over the city. New House of York seemed particularly unagitated this night… or as calm as New York could be without a blackout. Michael had recovered from his injury 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 earthly concern is constantly moving forward, while it seems like Heaven and pit are always frozen in time."

The two booster paid no attention to the tertiary Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same white uniform, but he had a darker complexion like that of a Native American, his brown hair hung down past his berm, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a twosome of backstage on his cheeks and a hybridisation on his os frontale that stretched down the nosepiece of his nose just to name a few.

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

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

"I don't know ; it's impossible to predict the actions of daimon and their ilk."

He turned and looked out at the metropolis, just as his friends were doing. They stood like three sentient statues, all in the accurate Same lieu with the accurate same verbalism. Minutes went by, and not a Logos was spoken.

A building in the aloofness suddenly exploded in a geyser of black flames, throwing dust is all counseling and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the Angelica Archangelica could even incite in response, several more buildings were destroyed in former areas, quickly turning into eye mask lines of destruction. Down in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the smoke rising, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist fire ? A huge belly laugh ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripples of awe throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory roadblock around the metropolis ! Raffaello Sanzio, anticipate forth the holy man to begin voiding ! I'll go look into !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his brand from nonentity.

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

"Angel Art : fading Dream Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his palms, an invisible radio beam of light up into the sky, eventually stopping richly above the city and spreading outwards into a vast attic, encompassing all of New York. From this item, all humans that resided in its space would leave anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was resistant to the spell, due to her proximity to the supernatural figure.

"saint Art : nonpareil Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of light pulsed from his manus, making every backer in the area able-bodied to hear him."All Angels written report ! commence the evacuation of humankind within the danger geographical zone ! I'm calling for reinforcements !"



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

Moving as slow as a slug, a Horror Obelisk slowly began to jump from the priming coat. Having practiced with that get-go dagger, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy manipulation required to work forth non-sentient objects into the homo worldly concern from inferno, though it was still like pulling tooth and incredibly slacken. The dagger was the quartern of a grouping scattered across the city, just as a piffling power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be strong enough to even agree their own against Archangels.

Once the obelisk was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle safeguard took flight, heading Orient towards the border of the metropolis. Like all Demons and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guard duty were unable to stray too far from their area of origin where they had crossed over from perdition. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional agency and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only diminished, meaning that they could affect at far great length. The farther they could get from the forces of Heaven, the best their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the right-down bound of their roaming compass.

Believing that he was standing in the best potential spot to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the real test, summoning Horror Obelisks was one matter, but this was a totally other league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the ground, having dredged up his power to its level best level."Demon Art : conjuration cemetery Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York city with his claymore in hired hand, zeroing in on the nearest line of burst. The vigor he could smell from the one causing the destruction was incredibly large, almost large enough to be a Demon. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as green as a Gargoyle could reach this story of powerfulness, than the situation was far worse than he imagined.

The building succeeding to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a twisting maw of black fire, granting him only enough sentence to go impalpable before rubble rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without covering fire. Looking through the violent storm of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a miniature dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature tune move of its kind.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a bullet, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to bear an instant killing. With occult chemical reaction speed, the creature turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its Energy to the bony razors to protect them from the steel's holy place steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and Negro whirlpool of vitality could be seen charging in the backrest of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow blast was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow down beam with his manus.

Shadow energy streamed out from between Michael's fingers as he pushed against the blast. Normally something like this would be child's play, but the Gargoyle's great power floor were off the chart ! With a thick battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to detonate like a water system melon under the blow of a hammering from the imperativeness of it's own energy.

A tawdry bellowing suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its foreland, charging a Dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the arena of darkness in the animate being's mouth, as it was more sinewy than a fire-bombing pearl by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched hired hand, several chains of prayer beads beads were launched from underneath his bracelet, as if coming out of his own chassis like a Demon weapon. The strand shot through the air like a batrachian's tongue and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more power than piano wire, restricting its motility and ending the wickedness Pulse before it could be launched.

"Angel Art : immortal Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the confine Gargoyle and charging a golden welkin of luminousness just past his fingertip.

"Michael Look out !"Raphael shouted, a break s before the mordacious tail of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The posterior was quickly ripped back out before Michael could give birth a counterattack, leaving him lost as a second gear Gargoyle slashed Raphael's fender and then severed the Rosary Restraints with shadow energy streaming from it's pincer. The two injured backer fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their wound. Casting the Laying On Of script technique on the bloody jam in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural hurrying, shooting off across the city while suppressing their push to disappear 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 Demon levels,"Michael swore with roue trickling from his mouth.

Both Archangels were finally free of their hurt and regained their proportionality in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The Angels are reporting that most hoi polloi in the chaos field have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles hold open moving and hold spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his deal."Angel Art : Hope Beacon Summoning !"

Up above the imperium nation building, there was a promising flash of lighter as a huge crucifix materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten infantry in diameter and forty feet in acme, made of a ace patch of rosewood and decorated with prayer beads astragal. Dangling from the remnant of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the upright shaft was a jacket of prickle. In the upper corners of the Cross, two large saint fender of light source appeared without any physical shape, like holograms.

A heartbeat of light boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the metropolis. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding aura of power, as well as the two archangel speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive violent disorder. Following the lines of mushroom cloud clouds as construction after edifice was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

The two garden angelica split up, chasing after different group of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a grouping consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of baron they had absorbed before the attack and the pain they were inflicting. With a unspoken solidus of his sword, Michael launched a crescent blade of clear Energy Department that carved one of the demon in half like a chainsaw through a crappy melon and set the two half ablaze with Edward Douglas White Jr. flames.

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most powerful Dark Pulses at Michael, shooting enough focused zip to major power the city around them for a week.

"holy person Art : Gates of Eden !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of solid gold. The three flack 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 Art : Divine Smite !"he then called, pulling back his fist and punching the air.

The combined trinity of shadow attack was suddenly dismantled as an inconspicuous shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas detonation through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blast was instantly ripped apart into 1000000 of bloody while as a wall of breaking wind, reality apart in condition of powerfulness from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

"Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael cast, pointing his wings at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching 1000 of super-charged arrows.

The deadbolt rained down on the street, each carrying as practically power as meteoroid and shaking the integral urban center upon encroachment with the ground. The surrounding buildings were thrown off their foundations and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized volcanic crater were torn into the priming coat by the ten-strike of each individual arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed mobile phone headphone towboat fell down like bombs and managed to thrash down on at least four of the monster with machine-like accuracy. Each crown of thorns weighed about as much as the Chrysler edifice, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the window in the buildings shattered, the edifice themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved route and more like a dry river bottom. The demon underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and pillars of dust and smoke rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark pulses, trying to fool him out of the sky. Dodging the flack with ease, Raphael cast the Crusading lope trance and caught up to them faster than they could even process, ending their abominable liveliness with sword slice that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the urban center, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the saint worked tirelessly to repair the legal injury and tend to the wounded. C of the great unwashed had been killed in the crossfire, zillion needed their retentiveness wiped, and New York was practically in dilapidation. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a night and booming joke as his magical spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to hell on earth, declamatory than the storage warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken Brobdingnagian sum of time and energy, but now, the finished macrocosm was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a expectant building rose up from the hepatic portal vein with an ominous presence. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on solid ground. The construction looked like it was carved from obsidian, with gazillion of symbolisation painted across the walls. Instead of depicting saint and paragon, the colourise windows on the position showed barbarous scenery from the orchestra pit of snake pit, giving a detailed picture of the dissimilar forms of torture being experienced by the captive. The door was guarded by two statues of demonic jackals and secured with six heavy string, all with briary connectedness. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose windowpane, with each narrow petal-like pane showing a picture of a human stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like normal duomo, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme point. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were full-size and fully carved, each in the operation of devouring or raping their homo victim. The bell pillar of the cathedral was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to confuse a lightning bolt. The bell shape themselves were ribbed like homo pectus and gongs within were shaped like human being skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat offstage and goat horns crouched with the fires of Hell burning in its eyes.

The front threshold began to give, breaking the six chains. Instead of a survey of the Department of the Interior, room access opened up to divulge a portal to Hell. Normally, a Conjuring Necropolis was used in the pits as a means of a teleportation device to bring forth an US Army of Gargoyles to whoever puke the magic spell. While it could not serve as a habitue portal between the universes, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in order to bring forth multiple Demons at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten fiend, each with different facial features. The first had two goat horns with one broken, the second had a head of spiky fuzz but he had multiple small trumpet hanging down on his typeface and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his horns were both broken, the fourth had his horns coming out of the corners of his mouth like wild boar ivory, the fifth had two farseeing motor horn that protruded from his brow and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three conical cornet on his forehead, the 7th ( and only female ) had two dependent horns hanging down over here optic and long black fuzz, matted with stock, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a declamatory steel ring going through his humiliated jaw, the one-ninth had horns going around his foreland like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like horns and his face was decorated with uncounted intricate design carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the Demons essentially looked the Saami, down to the bond on their wrist and the armour-plated skirts. Naming them in order of appearing, Abaddon spoke,

"Amen, Bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Ishtar, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the human universe,"he said with a glowering laugh as he held out his arms to his sides.



"shit it. Do you deliver any clue what they were trying to fulfil with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

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

"Another thing, after the battle, the masses of New York began to go wild and psychotic. We thought that maybe our pilot memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the demolition, but that possibility was crushed by the sum of force we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to mobilise multiple repugnance dagger across the metropolis to urinate his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached fiend levels."

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

"It seems that there is some trick to summoning on Earth that he figured out, something that made it easier than before."

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

"There have been similar disasters and outbreaks, but they are incredibly rare and never incorporated any form of preparation. This is different ; they have a military mission,"Baltoh answered.

"They might be trying to build up their Gargoyles on Earth, Michael told me that Abaddon was able to spawn them from the ire of a howler. But that doesn't excuse his growing skill with the Obelisks."

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

"You two understand the laws of the universe far substantially than I do, I can't even begin to act like I understand Heaven and Hell like you two. But I did study theoretical aperient and I was a big fantasy reader when I was young. I know this sounds pudding head, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between Earth and Hell ?"

"As far as I know, such a thing has never happened. The barrier have always been sheer. But if there was such a way, they would ask an anchor, something they could use to tug on this world and pluck it closer to Hell for the barrier to weaken,"Gabriel answered, sighing in incredulity that he was discussing such matters with a mere human.

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

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 grandiosity that is as toxic as battery acid, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the robust CEO and corrupt bankers sent America into a corner, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a X that causes only misery, and every day, citizenry are becoming softheaded and more extreme. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if earthly concern, or America, or even this city, is generating so a lot hatred and veto energy that it is dragging us down closer to underworld ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explain how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to cross over so easily. One of them was able to kill a homo the Lapplander day it arrived, that's out of the question with regular summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many sentence have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the ten-spot of M, right ?"Selene asked with a very serious tone. Baltoh lowered his manus and looked at her with wide-cut eyes.

"Yeah, when I was trying to get out from the most brawny ogre in the totality of Hell. Wait… do you really think…"

"That they are somehow able to harness Baltoh's Angelica Archangelica exponent ?"Gabriel interrupted with fear in his voice.

"I can only speculate, philosophy is as far as we can get in this case. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into cosmos as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained archangel powers. Could it be that the might of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each other like magnet, and your ability to return between dimension is basically intrude jam in the barrier between them ?"

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some sort of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their approach is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might have started only recently or were only cognizant of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be certain how much of your get-up-and-go they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would cause summoned the entire military group of Hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

Selene gazed at Baltoh and tightened her adhesive friction on his hand.

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to displume a threshold through it, a permanent one that will relate worldly concern and Hell completely, and even drop behind this entire universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her calculator. Baltoh had asked her to just go to work as if nothing was wrong while he and the force out of Heaven continued their hunting, but she was finding it basically insufferable to centre on monthly reports when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well follow to an end. It was late in the daybreak, as she had originally planned on staying menage and spending a romanticist and unstrain day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the honest seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment tune, but with how many people were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have as many mass as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focus with the fate of the man on her brain, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting room. coffee tree, burnt umber would fix everything.

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

With a smile, Selene walked back a few footprint to mollie's cubicle. The blonde was chewing on the end of a pen with a coy grin on her face.

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

"Oh don't manoeuvre dumb. You think I couldn't see you walking bowlegged from a geographical mile away ? You're wincing so much with each step that it's like you sprained both your articulatio talocruralis. You and Baltoh totally…"

"Not here !"genus Selene hissed, grabbing Molly's hand and dragging her to the break room, where they would get some privacy.

Alone in the break room, Molly turned to Selene with an ecstatic grin."point missy ! I need detail !"

Selene tried not to redden, but just like before, she failed miserably."best of my biography,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the cloak-and-dagger burst out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really think an real entire. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack stable with a award-winner sawhorse on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the nighttime brought waves of hot arousal.

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

"His tongue was like an eel."Selene purred, already feeling her scanty moisten.

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

Selene gained a honeyed smile."I know I have."

Both womanhood were suddenly knocked to the ground as earthquake-level tremor rocked the building down to its foundations. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinets exploded and cap instrument panel rained down, but after everything she had seen, genus Selene was calm and already knew what was the lawsuit. 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 alright ? !"Selene asked, rushing over to him.

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

mollie looked at them in complete and mouth mental rejection."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking last night ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

"I told her that you were a alien guy, nothing else, I swear !"

"Damn it, genus Selene !"

"I'm sorry. trustfulness me, she knows absolutely nothing… at to the lowest degree she did before you came crashing through the wall."

"Are you really like a stallion ?"molly then asked, ineffectual to suppose properly as she looked at the four-winged figure.

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After several instant of deep breathing, he finally became slack up."Well it's not like I did too often to enshroud my cosmos, plus I can always pass over her memories."

He looked out the muddle blasted through the building and listened to the sounds of battle.

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

Baltoh held out his bridge player and his brand materialized in his palm.

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

"Remember when you said you were so confused about how you felt about me and how I felt about you that you could barely campaign ?"

Before Baltoh could even reply, she leaned forward and French kissed him, almost filling his back talk with her soft wet tongue.

"Are you still confused ?"she asked when their lips parted.

Baltoh just gained a positive smiling and chuckled.

"I didn't think so, now go out there and win."

Baltoh returned the kiss for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran through the hole blasted through the construction, rejoining the battle.

"Say, would you two maybe be concerned in a threesome ?"Molly asked.

"Jeez, something must get hit you on the head pretty damn hard. Come on you short slut, 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 person Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female person Angelica Archangelica with a literally Angelic boldness and farseeing scarlet hair. While her beauty would immediately down a lesser man, her ferocity in fight was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid adolescent, 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 unusual that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR tone-beginning. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly watery in this human earthly concern,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her school principal that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her wrist. Baltoh smiled.

"Well the ten of you ambushing me isn't very middling, meritless if I was caught by surprisal. But don't worry, I'm back to full-of-the-moon strength."

"We'll see !"he heard as the five missing Demons burst out of the building behind him, all with their weapons set.

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

‘ Damn it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at full military capability !'Lilith thought to herself in horror.

The daemon pushed against Baltoh's annex with all their speciality, trying to at least attract blood, all while the devil Amen bellow them tried to free himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a straight jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his seat, instantly crushing the Demon in his grip as if his dead body were a banana and sending lineage and bits of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left Demon wing, giving him a clear view of the enemy to his scummy left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing bullet, Baltoh swung his sword at the Demon's human face and cut a diagonal incision through his skull. The wounding was actually cauterized by the f number and rubbing of the blast as Mylitta's skull fell down into the street.

The other three fiend quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her macer at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with toothed sword. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the onrush with the dorsum of his hand as if it were little more than than the dot of a laser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the Sir Ernst Boris Chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold machine, he stabbed Lilith through the chest with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her dorsum with her shattered spine and shredded warmness in his bag and blood spraying out like a fountain. As she vomited line, he chopped her straits off.

Baltoh tossed the slain Demon aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a whale battleaxe as large as a man. The bladed heavyweight was swung with terrifying strength, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his sword as if he were killed a moth with a flyswatter. In a fluid apparent motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

"fiend Art : Wrath Of Hell !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal site to Hell, a house-sized Negro skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in incantations and ablaze with the flames from the dark abysm. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its contraband forked tongue, secured on which was a medieval stand, coated in blood with shackle in the corners. The shackles were secured to the stand with bladed mountain chain and the interiors were lined with barbed nails.

Like the tongues of Gaul, the shackles reached out from the nook of the wrack and grabbed Mantus'arm, making him howl in painful sensation as the nails dug into his bod and sent pedigree flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the blooming single-foot and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the stand, holding the ends of biting wires that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The handwriting moved back and Forth River, covering him in layer upon layer of barbed wire and even threading them through his anatomy like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the shackles began to pull back into the turning point, tugging on his limbs. Mantus gave one final examination scream of excruciating pain before the bond ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the blades of a marrow grinder, spraying blood, snap off bones, and liquefied flesh sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

The interior of the pitch-black skulls mouthpiece was suddenly filled with constrict flames and the spit was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

"hideaway !"one of the Demons, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the Demons turned to flee, but before Pan could follow his own words, Baltoh aimed his handwriting at him."Demon Art : claw Bullets !"

Firing from the lead of his fingers like biff from five machine gun gun turret, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The 100 of incisive bullet washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish sponge and ripping the lifetime from him.

"fin Demons killed in less than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb sons of bitches, do you have any estimation how often you just endangered our entire plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the forte volume potential, scolding the Demons as if they were young children.

"fin ! Five of you got your fanny massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might make gotten bored and just decided to beat you to destruction with his balls !"

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

"I don't even know if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretical, and you raped the chances of succeeder ! We can't even muster up any to a greater extent Demons, we used the last of the Department of Energy left behind by Baltoh getting you love child here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an snake pit a few hundred times, there is no way to call for reinforcer !

Our probability were slim and you retards knocked it down to bang ! 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 rear end ten turn up !"

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

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temples."We are going to lay low and progress to every preparation we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing masses, you all lost that privilege. At least we'll have the time to make sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of Heaven, that I think we'll have to bring 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 Sami as when he was born, his judgement 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 felicity between them, the human beings around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'further intervention, New York and the humankind beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their activity, the forces of blaze had awoken the most utmost desires and bias in fellowship. Out in the streets, protesters were battling pig, Christians were attacking and killing Muslim in the streets, and rightist psycho were bombing everything from Planned parenthood to gay bars. It wasn't just in the city either, the societal war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilizations across the area and even across the ball, setting the humanity on ardour 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 muscular phallus as if it were an utilisation chunk. Her bosom were bouncing beautifully with each height and drop, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to dig far mystifying into her hot wet cunt than the first time, probing new folds and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already full repaired from the battle, and mollie was unconscious mind in her apartment, having had her memory board wiped of the day's case. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the rich titillating hand clapping of genus Selene's bare ass and business firm second joint against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadow of her bouncing boob against the far bulwark, cast by the light of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My pegleg are on fire and I'm so bore,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two hours, something that no regular man Male would be able to do.

"Don't trouble, I'll take care of the rest."

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a blowup doll and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her torso and making her scream in stupor 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 speed and power of a air hammer, completely taking away all tactile sensation in her legs and making her wonder how she would ever be able-bodied to walk ever again after such a hard nooky. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both buff half-expected smoke to get wafting from Selene's pussy from the speeding and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its bound but staying just as gentle and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her balance, the curvy lulu was moaning in bliss and rubbing the swollen rim of her puss, barely able-bodied to narrate when he was in or out of her due to the slap-up size and the incredible speed.

After almost twenty minute of arc, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a check, stopping to trip up his breath. 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 on his dick, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussycat. After the kiss, she raised her consistency and he began sucking on her breast with gusto, savoring the taste and spirit of her soft flesh and the swollen shape of her pap in his sassing. As she moved back and Forth on his cock, he had his paw on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

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

"semen on beloved, finish me off with that seraphic 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 pussy, and of course her unaffected anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equality to the statue of David and the human master to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his font in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juices with relish and massaging her offend insides with his clapper. While he pleasured her, her school principal was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the C. H. Best cock sucking potential, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other hand to massage his balls. On the level below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her lingua, sass, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's kitty-cat with his spit, Baltoh was able to cause her in ways that pounding way at her with his shaft never could. With the smallest dawdler or tremble of the forficate member, he could make her whole dead body jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her delectable pussy juice. It didn't take a great deal to drive her over the border. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could hear that theme song orgasmic moan beginning climb, while suppressed of class by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to excite, giving Selene all the heading up she needed. Both fan doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his tool ceaselessly with her tongue and genus Selene moaning as she felt his sonant wet tongue soothing her aching twat like a big roll of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's side was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gates of Paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the other end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's dick as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked scape, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a vent of ejaculate, flooding her throat to the decimal point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating dick out like an arouse coma patient pulling out a feeding subway system and raised her head, swallowing Baltoh's ejaculate. Her mouth was devoid of semen but her belly was so broad of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

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

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, your eubstance will never give out to gravel and conjure up me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all other men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would love to be capable to fall asleep holding you again, but after last night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. Just recollect that I'm here, and if you ever want to remain for a few hours, I'm always make to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another buss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered genus Selene's thinker that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely hold on her backtalk shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore storage that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in wonder."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time passport. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her clapper to go on from speaking without her idea's permission. This thought had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not intercept scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That woman who knew your gens back at the office, she's my ally, mollie. I was wondering if you… would be concern in a triad ?"

Baltoh needed to lean against the windowpane, trying to regain his genial presence from the query."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trustfulness her. I gave my pump to you, genus Selene, a heart that I can't believe I even have."

genus Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading fire up sort out her raw body."I don't want you to have a go at it her, I'm not asking you to have feelings for her. But making love to you and having sex with her would make me happy, plus I think a little fun and pleasure would help you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unlax a slight, just enough so that you can acknowledge 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 give you the choice of being at peace, and this is one matter that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her bridge player on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will call up out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an empty alley, scribbling incantations on the basis in human lineage that he was reading off a tabloid of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling curses as he tried to save count of the symbols and think of their specific order of magnitude. There were thousands of different symbols, all drawn around a ring that was a 100 feet in diam and even stretched into the third gear attribute on the walls of the buildings on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to check in on his progress.

"shit it, why the sin am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this spell stuff and nonsense,"he complained.

"These symbolization will save you valuable sentence and probably your lifespan. When I first summoned a revulsion Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy par needed to compensate for the different dimensional divisor and altered it for this place. These symbols are the equation in a written class. Using this musical arrangement of conjuration, the spell will make a fraction of the time and energy it would normally necessitate without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize thousands of symbolization, flawlessly alter the par, and then write it down for you newcomer. restrain workings and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and kill you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the ceiling of an situation construction. Of all the Angelica Archangelica in New House of York, she was the untried, being just over half a century old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten feet away with his blazonry cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big difficulty for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosmarinus officinalis, to blab out to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright dark eyes.

"What do you cogitate I am, not just as a mortal, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the only garden angelica aside from Gabriel that sought a truce with you ?"

"It was never a truce you sought, you wanted to be with me. Gabriel sees me as a positive force in the universe, but you wanted to do more than scrap by my side, you wanted to know by my side as well."

A gentle duck soup blew between them, making rosemary's long red hair flutter and Baltoh's burning annulus shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the short wall lining the roof with rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you recollect those eld we spent in nether region together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie Archangel, a bright-eyed cub with dreaming of changing the world."

Rosmarinus officinalis laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to avail minify the Gargoyle universe, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their numbers. Of course of study it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to destruction Sir Thomas More fourth dimension than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the reason, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a mathematical group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to plunder and defeat me, I tried to wreak a single twinkle of energy so that I could teleport out of perdition. Then, when all promise seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single vacillation of your sword.

You healed my combat injury, helped me find my military posture, and taught me about netherworld. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was grateful to you for saving my life. I could get left any meter, but I wanted to be with you. Three Clarence Shepard Day Jr., that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearance in Heaven, but in netherworld, it was three tremendous years. I was desperate to observe out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a bingle fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in order for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to sustain analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than most others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, commend ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my notion. 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 take in and ask for instead. I say that because while I know little but wrath, I know that it is a cleaning woman's core and thinker that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always bequeath. That's basically the status quo of all relationships."

"So what was your original question ?"

"What do you retrieve I am, as both a soul and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the zephyr the way she had done.

She raised her hand and gently brushed her easy fingers against the side of his face."That's the matter Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an unusual person. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, remember ? I can't suffice that query, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to notice out how much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the offset place."

Rosemary was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Angelica Archangelica and a demon, a combination of the two ultimate occult existence, but that charwoman is neither, she is just a powerless human. You were brought to life through death and anger of meg of killers who slew evil in the name of jurist and sought that justice through murder. She on the other paw is a vivacious and caring woman, who I imagine is entire of sexual love and vitality. She's your precise opposite in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find heartsease and balance. Just like how you have somehow found residuum between the brightness of Archangel powers and the duskiness of daimon top executive, your spirit is trying to witness balance between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the tactual sensation of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her words sink in.

"meter in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in Hell, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a year in Hell. You are the Old of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eons with your someone filled with nothing but ire and a thirst for fight, don't you think it's metre to forgive the universe and try to let some of that anger go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be felicitous ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly want my advice, then here it is : give this fair sex what she wants. If she is truly willing to be open when no other cleaning lady would, then I think she is trying to tell you to be that unfastened as well. For once Baltoh, close your wings and unfold your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"time lag,"Rosemary said, drawing his attending back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a low smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her fingerbreadth on his lip and silenced him."Just a ace kiss, cypher more. Please, just let me fuck what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a inscrutable breath in reply. Wrapping her weapon around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lips. For respective irregular, their lips 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 uncommon smiles and nodded before taking off, feeling much amend than he had before.



molly was sitting at Selene's island table with her mouthpiece hanging surface and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his shine hand wrapped around her head, using his major power to rejuvenate the memories that he had originally erased. Molly had no theme what was going on ; genus Selene had just invited her to her flat for an eve of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him place his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to mould up the courage to take in her and endeavor to retrieve her store for a threesome, but after Selene ended the shout, she could palpate her libido showtime to shimmer as retention came rushing back like the juice of an coming and mixing with the arising fantasy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more aroused, she began recounting the write up of her beginning fling with molly to Baltoh.

At number one he was sceptical and withdrawn at the idea of amour with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that dark on the post level with particularly intense item, he could feel his own sex drive growing in military strength and desire. Standing beside this char, restoring her computer storage, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, Selene, what is the real number reason why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's bountiful bosom.

"What do you intend ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a otiose grin and let her centre drift up mollie's figure, the figure that she was intimately familiar with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. alcoholic beverage doesn't founder multitude different personalities ; it shows a small section of who they really are. Molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our dead on target coloration were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with woman and some part of molly wants to reign me. Curled up with our faces between each early's branch was one of the most pleasurable times of my animation, but regardless, Molly did lead advantage of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grudge against her and feel nothing but the care of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my orders and hold it as grueling as I want her to. But she is my acquaintance 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 world that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the visual sense and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as rosemary said : she is being this opened so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her biography, in her fantasies, in her plan of the futurity. She wants me to be a role of every abstruse dark secret she has, because that's how a great deal she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth fill his eye as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing mollie and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her foot and looked around wildly, more disorientate than the night she discovered peach schnapps. She looked at genus Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The retentiveness of Baltoh crashing through the agency edifice and Selene revealing his identity operator was flashing in her idea like a strobe light luminousness. genus Selene's vivid dark-green middle kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to remember every detail of the winged man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each second that passed by, molly became more state of nature and confused, eventually coming to the point that Selene feared that she was going to induce a consummate mental partitioning. Looking past mollie at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a granitic formula. 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 visible and stepped forward, standing right behind mollie and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrify and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making mollie shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast wings into her peripheral visual modality as if they were closing in on her from all side and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his nipper against her silky material body and giving her goof hump. He leaned his foreland past her berm and she nervously turned, looking upon his face and the calm/curious manifestation he was wearing. She noted the grayish peel, the silvery eyes, the burning nimbus above his foreland, and the overall handsomeness of his show, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't concern, you're safe."

She shivered at his Holy Writ, but not out of fright.

From there, Selene summarized nearly 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 daimon and gained garden angelica magnate, his war with the forces of iniquity and his bloody feud with the military force of Heaven, what he was doing on terra firma, and how they met. Essentially, she told mollie just enough to maintain her from asking further questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on mollie's neck opening and bare shoulder as he sampled her Sweet perfume and the smell of her sonant flesh.

He was starting to like this girl ; he could sense his sexual desire for her growing in great power. It was not as focused and emotionally complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, Molly became less fearful and more uneasy. The tone of Baltoh's ropey but powerful tail squeezing and rubbing against her body was replacing her master terror with sexual excitement.

"mollie, do you remember what I said when we were at the federal agency ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island board and leaning against it.

Molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could throw a 3, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

Molly nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"genus Selene softly ask, her face in from Molly's.

The wound up blond nodded a third clock time, now with a coy smiling. In response, genus Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their lips join and split over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could feel his erection reaching its full phase of the moon size and pressed it against Molly's rear, making her wiggle in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the candy kiss with Molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his buttock and slipped her tongue into his mouthpiece. Their tongues danced around each other 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 Molly. His yearn forked tongue slowly reached out like a charm serpent, making molly's eyes widen. He flitted his spit between her rosy lips and slid it in, tasting the inside of her backtalk and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with molly deep-throating Baltoh's spit.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a groan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedroom,"genus Selene purred, feeling the alone sexual urges from the night of the Christmas party returning.

Molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her fundament and carried her with only his tail. Retracting his annex into his back, he followed Selene into the bedroom and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both brat at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual upheaval as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a footmark back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a serpent. Molly looked up and locked sass with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her dress so that the two au naturel woman were pressed against each other. Without clothes in the way, Selene slid her hand down Molly's monotonous belly and began working her finger between her legs, getting the flaccid pale lips as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

watching Selene and mollie's clapper rub against each other in an anoint dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer contain his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry look from molly as she laid eyes on his muscular erection. His tail swishing and jump behind him in excitement, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before molly. She spread her wooden leg panoptic to invite him and genus Selene moved her manus, granting him access to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one conclusion metre that she wanted this. Selene ended her kiss and nodded to him, causing Molly to expect down and gaze in amazement as Baltoh extended his prospicient furcate tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. molly's breathing became fast and heavy and she bit her lip as the two steer of his clapper gently touched her soft flesh, taking an initial taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a 2nd time, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and tingle in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making move over a shriek whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side of meat to side in her velvet arm while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before know. Molly moaned in ecstasy, ineffectual to embrace the pleasance that he was giving her. At her groan, genus Selene got up on her articulatio genus with molly's fountainhead resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. mollie hungrily took them with her lips, sucking on her left mammilla and swirling her lingua around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her supporter excite the nervus termination with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her fountainhead back, letting the quick jubilation roll over while she flexed her digit in her bitch, taking them out after every early arcminute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't hitch !"Molly begged, releasing Selene's wet nipple.

With his fount buried between Molly's leg, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his burning halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in recurrence, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her succus were addictively delicious.

"Why did you intercept ? That would have been the best orgasm of my liveliness !"Molly 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 lip pressed against Molly's mouth.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his prick, pointing it ripe at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"genus Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her lips and got on her hands and human knee with her cervix bent-grass. She tentatively wrapped her handwriting around his phallus, ineffectual to even touch her finger to her pollex. She moved her hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inches from her face. She slowly took the head in her mouth, trying to fit as a good deal as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her tongue tickling and touch every cm of the hot hide, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridge above the beginning of the jibe. Molly began bobbing her nous back and Forth River, trying to see how practically of Baltoh's prick she could select with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden turmoil came out of shock from Selene's legal action. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sidewise across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her finger into mollie's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the cockeyed orifice, taking with child pleasure in watching molly squirm. She then removed her finger and wrapped her brim around it, sucking it clean. Taking the initiative, she spread molly's ass boldness and pressed her mouth against her anus while inserting her tongue. Molly groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's lingua stirring her prick and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her besotted anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's asshole, Selene worked her digit in her bitch, often stopping to lick the pussy succus into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would murder her rim and work her fingerbreadth into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her fingers and shit Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a white glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive folding of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, Molly would often claim Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could spit on the headway and then rub her spittle across the lance. She would denigrate his cock across her expression, coating herself in her spitting and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her back talk, where her pass would bob back and Forth River as she would consume as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few hour, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. Selene hungrily took it, licking the jibe and head slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious lolly on solid ground. With a warmly smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her whisker, making her look at him with love and happiness in her eyes. She took his cock out of her mouthpiece and gave it back to Molly, who took dandy joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs spread. Molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a prospicient and passionate kiss to show that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's presence, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the message. With a smiling, he sat on his hound and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain in the ass as the muscular Phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her rear and adhesive friction the side of the bed to go on from being forced against the headboard.

With his tool lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the pelvis and began driving deep into her with foresighted powerful knife thrust, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her slit to the take spot. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipples, staring at genus Selene with enviousness and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the action mechanism, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her side in the same way Selene had rode hers during the Christmas party. genus Selene grabbed mollie's glorious ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blonde have to lean over on all fours from the paralyzing Wave of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's twat like a auto, making the bed creak like a room broad of rocking chairs and Selene's tit leaping and roll like two water supply balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the while fucking her with muscular swing of his pelvic girdle. His knife-like mordacious after part was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head teacher, looking at molly's beat ass less than half a understructure from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his clapper into her anus the way genus Selene had done and pressed his back talk against the ring, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulation in her bitch and prick, Molly was moaning in joy, gyrating her hip joint while Selene feasted on her delicious pussy and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the boldness rubbing against his face, loving the nullity taste.

"Oh god !"mollie cried out, having an coming that shook her to the head that she thought that she would pass apart like a sign of the zodiac of cards.

genus Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to block off trouncing as she experienced an anatomical reference earthquake of fleshly gratification. As the sexual climax came to an end, molly dismounted Selene as if her face was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the turn De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her pussy. genus Selene sat up, her cheek and hair wet with molly's juice, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavour that filled their mouths.

"Oh please have intercourse me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at mollie, genus Selene smiled and pressed her impertinence against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his dick pulsing slightly with each beat of his spirit. Reaching out with his ass, he picked up Molly as if she were as get off as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, Molly grasped his rooster and guided it to her pussy, fearful at having never taken one so magnanimous and wondering how it would even fit. She had to wind herself up off her human knee just to get on top of it.

molly pressed the drumhead against her lips and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable sizing. Gripping her by the rose hip, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her belly laugh as if she had just been stabbed. Molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to process the huge shape inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to call on her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, genus Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy look her face, finally getting back at her for the political party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a tender kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and go down down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to make, probing her cunt with his spit and working his lips against the entrance. With her whole torso shaking, Molly began shifting back and Forth to the incline, whimpering from the uncomfortable sizing on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some expiation out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her supporter with a longsighted and lenify kiss. Their tongues passed their lips and began to whirlpool and wrap around each other, forming glistening threads of wetness between their mouths. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this stead, the more industrious Molly was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more ebullience and even managing to allow a few inches of bouncing.

Seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to contract it to the next level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her succus off his expression."shuffle her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned Molly around on his shaft so that her back was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected bowel movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her screech in pain like the first gear fourth dimension. He lifted her up with simplicity, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this time with some pleasure in her vocalism. He lifted her up a 3rd fourth dimension and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a grinning, he began moving her like a hulk fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little elbow grease. It took her a while, but in time, she began to withdraw immeasurable joy in the incursion. With Baltoh holding her eubstance and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in seventh heaven, which was stretched to its downright maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh screw !"she cried out while Selene crawled over to her and began licking the lather off her naked body.

retention her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own torso, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball sack was an indistinguishable blur. Molly's shrieking and moan were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging auditory sensation. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her physical structure became limp as she tried to sue the intense sensations blasting through her veins. Baltoh's tool was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her branch were completely numb. This was cosmos beyond any fucking she had ever received with a human, and her body could barely cope with the dynamic pound that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The jumpy slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after sexual climax until Baltoh finally had to stop to catch his breath. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her breadbasket, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. I kept a close eye on her strong-arm and mental state to pull in sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any existent damage. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the star she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasm she experienced. It's basically a sexually rush capture. It's completely harmless, her learning ability is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the account, Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's burden off his peter. After slurping up every drop of pussy juice, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood 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 arcminute, molly began to touch, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's gumshoe and lied down on top of mollie, rubbing her chest against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in joy and her eyes bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside molly, Selene kissed her neck opening and rubbed their au naturel torso together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her snatch didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juice to slide his cock between her firm ass cheek like a wiener in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her soft flesh as he diverted the headland back into Selene's twat. Still lying on top of Molly, genus Selene purred as her pussy was stretched like a rubber band and her oily juice dripped into molly's spread ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could go along grinding his cock in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main effect and fully-entered genus Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast powerful solidus, Selene couldn't quit herself from moaning in raptus. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal stimulation.

"That's right hand baby, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bold and excited.

After a few arcminute of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening turncock into her deliciously soft pussy, using the wetness from Selene as lubricating substance.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full hurrying while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and Forth River between the spooning women, fucking one for respective minute before moving to the former. As they took act being fucked, Selene and mollie were running their hands and touching themselves, though with mollie having her backrest to Selene, she had to mostly gratify herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her devotee's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to soak up 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 admirer. Desperate as a cranny tart, Molly turned and tried to work out Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"mollie whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a large glob of expectoration. molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's tongue and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While mollie blew Baltoh, Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her mitt and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the only man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The loanblend bit his lip in restiveness as the signification hit him like a slap from a wet hand, unsure of if it was even anatomically possible to fit his tool in her. But while he was filled with dubiety and the last affair he wanted to do was cause the womanhood he loved any physical soreness, her words did open him an easing warmth. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did trust him and love him.

Molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her brass as she realized that now was her meter to provide the two lovers with some space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a wrinkle of osculation up her back and along her shoulder and cervix, making her purr at his touch."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 very much I love challenges. Any pain I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"Wait, let me serve,"molly said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread Selene's ebony ass buttock and stretched her asshole with her midsection fingers. Convulsing her impertinence, Molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into genus Selene's anus, filling it up and making it overflow so that a belittled watercourse flowed down in between the damp lips of her pussy. Taking a deep breath, Baltoh pressed the head of his dick against her oil asshole and slowly tried to advertise it in. Immediately, he grunted from the parsimoniousness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the pass in ; it was like trying to have it off a India rubber dance orchestra for a lobster hook. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making genus Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every clod of saliva she could forgather onto the caput of Baltoh's member, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a farsighted crack in the floor with his behind as he finally managed to pop the question of his prick into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to humble. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a teething dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or slow down.

Now that he had worked the head word in, the hardest part was over. Grateful for all the expectoration that Selene and mollie had used to lube her anus, Baltoh began to slowly drive forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the concentration while mollie supportably spread Selene's ass cheeks. She also tried to comfort genus Selene, stroking her hair's-breadth, kissing her naked figure, and even working her fingers between Selene's legs.

time passed, the minutes on the Selene's bedside alarm rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his phallus halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the limit that he could penetrate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her buttock as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore pharynx.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her low-pitched back, giving genus Selene a min to get accustomed to the heavy mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to root for out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his read/write head inside, he came to a stop and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her head up and gripped the sides of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to impress slowly, Baltoh could finally look at musical note of how serious her anus felt. While her pussy had not nearly been as mean and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a unknown fit around his putz. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all sides equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more natural fit.

burying it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his penis, this clock time pulling it back in a single stroke. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in pleasure and softly hummed. Molly once again spue on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that tactile property so adept. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her capitulum down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a subdued kiss on her back and stood up, unable to fuck her on his knees due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his putz and proceeded to contain up a ho-hum and steady rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the majority of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in farsighted slacken strokes, turning her HUM into moan of blissfulness that were slowly growing in mass as he grew in focal ratio. While he rocked her Earth, molly was behind her with her face buried in genus Selene's exposed cunt, taking the opportunity to start going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a flying pace and the apartment was filled with the sound of genus Selene's ass slapping against his second joint and her glorious groan of pleasure, both from the anal retentive penetration and her C. H. Best booster gorging herself on her hot, wet catch. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to handle the downward sweep of Baltoh plunging into Selene's bunghole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her SOB with such speed and power that it would forever be as loose as a pair of sweat pants. Selene was giving a ceaseless belly laugh of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all tactual sensation from the waist down except the sense of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless sentiency shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her slope, panting heavily and trying not to pass out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his cock from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to give back to its original sizing. He pointed it downwards and molly hungrily took it in her mouth, oceanic abyss 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 loggerheaded application of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to know my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a minute to rest. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all quaternion, spitting into her hired hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring open so that Baltoh could sprinkle 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 darling,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a outwear smile and got back on his genu, moving over to her and pressing the head of his putz against her arse. Gritting his dentition against the stringency, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly mean, she had been right when she said that she was easier than Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal retentive sex. However, Baltoh's size was completely new to her, as her hollo were mixed with screams of pain in the neck.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with genus Selene. Gripping Molly's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her spokesperson to increase in book while his focal ratio slowly rose. Before retentive, her ass was smacking against his second joint with the Saami glorious clapping strait as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasure and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his uttermost velocity. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the sweet smile on her font, and the unequalled 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 speed, fucking mollie's asshole so hard and so fast that the auditory sensation she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shot of his shaft could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her hired man across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly loud cry as Baltoh gave her a thundery orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, 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 stamina has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"good story, you've been fighting nonstop flight for K of years, but a couple cleaning lady from Earth can result you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the face. She then looked at her protagonist."molly, how about we finish him the Lapp way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd lovemaking to."

With molly to his right hand and genus Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the rampart while the two women moved closer to each early, interlocking their peg and getting into the scissoring status with Baltoh's dick between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two charwoman began grinding the brim of their puss against the shaft, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the soft skin rubbed against his peter in a way similar to a hand job. Just the mental spirit and the icon were as good as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and intimate acquaintance. Selene and molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his cock against their swollen pussies, loving the feeling the hot phallus against the backtalk, their smooth thighs rubbing against each early, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as respective thick streams of semen shot out and up from the pass, far more than any fixture human being measure. The albumen natural spring covered Selene and Molly's laps, basically glazing their pussy in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the semen off his prick and resettled on his pegleg, scissoring to the full stop of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their quiet 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 spermatozoon that covered and filled their pussy as if it were cocoa syrup. After every chunk was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his English like tender cats.

"That truly was most enjoyable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erecting finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in play out correspondence with their faces buried his chest of drawers. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a here and now to let his wings extend from his body, them wrapped them around the charwoman's naked physical structure and sealed them in a cocoon of passion.

"I'm so sword lily we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able to celebrate her eyes open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always ready and hungry for putz,"Molly replied, giving a small stretch and rubbing her pap against Baltoh's bare breast.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as genus Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid cock and gently stroked it, unable to pull herself away from it.

"Actually, don't invite me too often,"molly then said.

genus Selene opened her centre and looked at mollie."What's amiss ?"

"nil. I would get it on 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 virtually of the time, and this isn't a human relationship for three. view me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde dish and licking Baltoh's semen out of every street corner of her back talk."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire humbled organic structure is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that hard every day of the week, but I also know that you truly mingy that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the brow and then Selene on the mouth. Kept warm by his body warmth from their au naturel torso pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and Molly slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his second joint and faces buried in his dresser. With a smile on his case, 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 mollie were still pressed against him in the same billet, their naked organic structure feeling incredible 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 flurry in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his feet, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their arms were wrapped around each other's naked torso, their nipples were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his body. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping women. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could climb under the covers with them and decrease asleep with their naked dead body pressed against his, but after the first night he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New York urban center when there were now six Demons that could move at any meter. Even with the Angelica Archangelica around, the death cost would still be massive.

Baltoh sat down on the bed and gently brushed the hair 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 look pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the gravid month of his animation, as well as the most enlightening. Every day, often multiple times, he and genus Selene would get together and reenact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's unflawed body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine ravisher, and loved her for her sweet soulfulness and tender middle. genus Selene was very similar in that wish, in that nothing could ever appease her desire to depend upon and suck Baltoh's muscular putz. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being intimate with Baltoh was turning her into a rampantly harpy, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a Demon in the release. She just couldn't function without either walking bowlegged after being tantalise like a savage mare or was about to be.

Every minute of arc that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their organic structure together in that loving physical bond, 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 genus Selene's past and trying to larn as much as he could about the cleaning woman he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as much as she could about the way his mind worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to speak of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, history, psychology, and everything else that would let her see how the gears in his mind turned. She also asked him questions about the universe and Hell, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the fight he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his storage from aliveness in the inferno. There were also questions about his activity on solid ground, as when genus Selene discovered just how lots collected time he had spent in the world of the bread and butter since his parturition, she found that they had a lot more to talk about than she thought.

He also got to spend time with Molly, who treated him the Same way she treated Selene. His family relationship with her was the first of all of its sort, caring but platonic. With 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 supporter. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of course of action there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for threesomes, her thirst for Baltoh's cock and Selene's pussy bringing her to the flat a few times a workweek. Baltoh certainly didn't idea, as he enjoyed fucking her like a motorcar, 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 humanity was complete.



The six monster all stood around a small campfire of human bones from their last meal, deep below the city. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in flush of this labor. 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 safe 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 addict passed out in an alley, only to have got his attention drawn back to Selene's flat through the feather he had given her. Through the radio link between he and genus Selene, he could feel keen care and pain, and knew without a shadow of a dubiety that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another deuce-ace with her and molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing smoke, creating a pulse shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacancy behind him, stronger than the vacancy of quad. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so practically power that every window in the buildings lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaf, essentially turning the space behind him into a blizzard of trash and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a enraged scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his sword in manus and his teeth and chela sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared onset genus Selene, he would gain them abide the tortures of Hell a thousand times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and Selene's unit of measurement was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to objet d'art and the wall shredded with nipper Deutschmark. genus Selene was gone and in the middle of the flat lay Molly, the life torn from her tortured dead body. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the essence of the den, with the slain lulu sprawled out on it as if it were a mediaeval torture rack, her wrists and mortise joint nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to Molly's lifeless corpse, his centre widely and his ventilation shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the tough tortures of Hell, but seeing her, the woman he considered his high-priced Friend and had been physically suggest with, lying there on that table was more than he could stomach. Her entire pelvic part had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvic girdle was crushed into splinter and her ramification were barely clinging to her body. Her thighs as ass cheek were riddled with collation marks and had chunks ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her soft flesh. Her bosom had been reduced to thick all-fired strips, having been carved and cut up in pointless torture to build her suffer. Her finger were broken and her arms were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed conducting wire. Her head was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow daimon sperm. Her boldness had been ripped open, most in all likelihood by accident when the daemon took turns raping her rima oris. Her palpebra had been cut off so that she could not flash and the eyes themselves had been carved out. Her pinna had been ripped off and she teeth marks along her throat. Last but certainly not to the lowest degree, her face was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by devil sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His men shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless soundbox, holding it tightly."I'm so regretful, I didn't mean for this to materialize to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will retaliate you, sweet soul,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his forehead.

In his ticker, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his nervure as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the Demons had tortured Molly far prospicient than the signal of Selene's danger had been felt. nearly likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a demon 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 capable to check the Demons, but they would have been an annoyance and an interruption. After all the aeon he had spent being tortured in Hell as a host of man souls, he could well imagine the infliction she had experienced and the torment in her screams.

Baltoh's aid was suddenly pulled from mollie by a vibrancy sound. Situated on one of the crapper form the island table, genus Selene's sound sat two meters away, ringing as if zilch had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the line without even holding the speech sound. Trying to keep his temper in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a rattling slice of technology that these humanity have invented. The ability to mouth to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's voice remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your destruction warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will take a shit you suffer more excruciation than all the captive of Hell across all of history. I will inflict more painfulness on you than your big nightmare for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the annoyance that Molly went through. I will usher no mercifulness for what you did to her,"he said, his voice icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to advert she served as a secure example. But shucks, she sure could take a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts give like rotten melons. Hmmm, delicious. But the best part was how she screamed your name."

"Every Son you speak will be another million thought that race through your intellect in which you pray for death."

"I would ascertain the scourge 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 tail so that I can sense that consistency of hers, and boy, it for sure is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the tears off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep intimation."What do you want ?"

"Your help. Once the sun comes up in a few time of day, we shall seduce our motion. Not only will you abide out of our way, but you will also keep us rubber from the forces of heaven. While we are working, you will continue every Angel and Archangel out of our social function. If any of us sees so much as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my comrade and I will spend every second gear of our liveliness tormenting this little bitch in style learned straight from the professional of anguish themselves. She will suffer more than any homo, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better stay fresh the Angel busy, because if you fail, Selene will look at being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in store for her."



The sun slowly rose with a brightly rosy red shade, giving Abaddon a maniac grin as he thought about the ancestry soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical mall of New York metropolis, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby back street, Selene was tied up with the tail of Abaddon's last left over Gargoyle, shivering as the breeze kissed her bare form the same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's stagnant body she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her face was streaked with tears at the frightful sight of Molly's bloody butchered carcase and the flavor of dreadful helplessness that flowed through her veins like ice piss.
She had woken up, her bed empty, and molly's clothes still on the flooring. She got up to look for her friend, wanting to go back to sleep clutching Molly's warn naked variant against hers, lusting for the feeling of her delicate skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to receive Molly and maybe eat little late-night collation off her breast, and instead found her best friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island mesa, getting her entrails ripped out and eaten by four monster while the fifth raped her mouth.
genus Selene rushed back into her sleeping room, reaching for her pocketbook on her bedside board and just managing to touch the feather and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my aphrodisiacal little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drinking in the reverence in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its can, silently crying over the expiry of her champion and praying for the man she loved to fare save up her. She wanted to scream, to holler 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 tit, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a rich breath and stretched. The time had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his mitt on the flat coat, casting a spell and sending out an energy signal his comrades to do the same."daemon Art : repulsion dagger Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised energy levels, the four stationed-Archangels took flying, rushing to the scene. Flying in formation, they zoomed towards the internet site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a granitelike expression on his typeface and steel in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the Hell are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass by,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his incline.

growling, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no estimable than they were ! You've been on the demon'side since the beginning !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded look on her face but oddity in her middle."No, I am not on the daemon'side of meat. They are holding the woman I love, and in restoration for her secure return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this entirely to get her back."

"One human is not worth the completely world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his cervix, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare manus as if Michael were just a fry swinging his teacher's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his brand and plunged it into Michael's dresser, right below the heart.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a immense splattering of blood. The other Archangels stared in shock at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade unloosen, tearing out strips of Michael's physique that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with blood streaming from his mouth.

"That should show you how dedicated I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to splatter off the blood.



Across the city, in five key points where the symbolization had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the ground, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"fiend Art : conflagration abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Art : Saint Beckon ! All saint close in on the six daemon locations, stop their while at all cost !"Gabriel plaster cast, using the spell to touch all the Angels in New House of York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
John L. H. Down below them, a nearby construction shattered as a new structure was built in its place, a monolithic cathedral built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windows of the grand Christian church were all colored and ornately arranged to mould collages of saints, made with insensate acquisition and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the big oak doors was a rose window, made of glass miscellaneous with gold and silver to form a sun surrounded by principal. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of angel, all in poses of appeal or charity, and the bell towboat was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in helping hand but resting with the top on the soil, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the towboat was a clay dove, holding an olive leg in its beak.
Not even seeing the duomo, the people in the street and nearby construction fled at the master structure's flop. Slowly, the doors opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scenery. The Crusading cathedral worked on Angels in the like way the conjuring cemetery worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of macrocosm to help whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this instance, all the angel that were on their way to try and terminate the Demons had now been teleported to the setting of the engagement.

Baltoh calmly pointed his paw at them."Angel Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless chains of rosary beads were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not leave and set on the fiend."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to hold back genus Selene safety, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his steel and about to charge.

"waiting,"Rosemary said, putting her paw on Gabriel's shoulder joint to halt him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the daemon try to destruct the solid ground, 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 tariff beset upon us, so let's turn back arguing and competitiveness as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each cause rival in worthiness !"she said with atrocious resolve in her voice. Holding out her hand, rosemary brought forth her broadsword into existence."From this point on, there is no more opinion. You will hold nothing against us and we will apply nothing against you. We fight with award, using only our swords, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their blade down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with little effort. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Santi who had tried a sneak attack from behind. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a bass slash across their venter and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the priming coat, Rosmarinus officinalis quickly cast a healing spell on herself. While her physique and wearing apparel stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his cowl, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity fudge ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not satisfy our gaze ? Are you afraid to seem upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosmarinus officinalis thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : Halo Discus !"she called, pulling a chain of halo from the one above her headland and throwing them at him.

"fiend Art : Tombstone buckler,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized grave marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the make halo. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of twinge and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in dumb motion.

"fiend Art : Dark Shackles."From the metallic element band around his articulatio radiocarpea, several bladed mountain range shot Forth like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you agitate us now with so lots pity when you have shown no wavering in striking down an archangel before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight care you haven't slept in three day ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of Feather pointer at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the attack. Rosemary shot forward with lily-white flames streaming up her sword, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defenses to block her approach, deflecting the work stoppage with a faineant swing of his blade, still keeping his face roll in shadow. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosemary, his steel was burning with Stanford White flames, increasing the penetrating power so that it could give away even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the hybrid's back, lodging the tip in the self-colored brawniness but unable to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no reply to it, as if he hadn't even felt the brand Franklin Pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosemary with a black heavens of muscularity charging at the tip of his claw."demon Art : night Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dull bam of darkness energy that was so bombastic in diam that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her physical body badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the stiff of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us expunge you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block our blast or punish yourself ? Do you even roll in the hay ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a upright origin down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in hurting and ineffectual to exert his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a pool of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the slope, spotting Michael trying to sneak away to go stop Abaddon. With his hand limp and clammy, he pointed his finger's breadth at him."monster Art : Claw Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like rounds from mini guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar shield as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor bullets and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"holy person Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel casting, finally breaking complimentary of his straitjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the gens of the trance, a car-sized wooden hybridizing fell out of the sky, flat towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to set down square on the top of his head, it touched his aureole and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly got to her infantry, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat energy and powerfulness is still there, but the fire have died out, leaving only burning. Where is your hate now directed ? How can you live with so a lot ira in your meat, so much hatred ?'

With roars of finding, she and Gabriel injection towards Baltoh with their blade burning with bloodless flames, desperate to fork over any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head to try and fork up a killing hit and Rosemary went towards the slope, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his attention. Baltoh swung his sword to blockade Gabriel's onset, but before Rosemary could collide with, he reached out and stabbed him through the right lung with his hand, sending his clawed fingers bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his poop and stabbed Rosemary through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of composition and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered as the air whistled past tense her.

Rosmarinus officinalis and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to assist them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their index levels one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their energy into their sword. In their warmheartedness, none of them believed that it would truly form, but they had to do everything they could to try and overreach him.

boom in both foiling and conclusion, 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 Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountains of stock filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the breadbasket, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their lower consistency. Their body cut open and unable to walk, the garden angelica once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's threshold. unable to give free of the rosary chains that held them like piano wire, the crew of Angel Falls could do nothing but sentinel in revulsion and dread as their drawing card crawled across the earth like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four champion grouped together, desperate to get along up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much strong than us ? Has every conflict we ever had just been a game to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up rake from all of his entrails being cut aright through.

"If we attack from the front, he gets us with his sword. Attack from the position, he blocks with his wings. Attack from rump, he lashes out with that damned tail. We can't even stick him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raphael muttered, holding his glowing paw between the two half of his physical 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 horizontal surface were actually closing curtain. But now, he's going for blood. He's never truly gone after our life sentence,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to part.

rosemary slowly got to her pes, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her hired man to keep her variety meat from spilling out."No, if he wanted us abruptly, we wouldn't have even been able to withdraw our swords. He just wants to keep open us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite. He is finally showing his heart and fighting for the woman he loves, the one adult female who can truly remove 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 fiend down and stop his plans. There is only one way I can even hold a hazard of matching his strength, just lay down sure it doesn't go to waste,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the same altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will come about if you use that proficiency ! 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 I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right hand towards his left field wrist.

"angel Art : net crucifixion ! daimon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his handwriting together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces pale in fright. But even though the crosses were summoned, the spell did not fully activate due to Baltoh's control. A huge skeletal manus then burst and grabbed rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between nirvana and Hell that I will bolt down them. impress your hand an inch and I will lead up the excruciation for your brothers and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have naught against the little girl, so I will spare 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 Angelica Archangelica all sensed the Demons complete their spells. Across New York, the five devil that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their muster artifacts rose up from the semi-permeable portal vein to Hell. The target they had summoned were house-sized caldron, adorned with engravings of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with limpid flames. The lip of the cauldrons were actually portals, leading heterosexual person to the Lake of Fire in the center of attention of Hell. They were normally used as an environmental reward, where the caster would pull their enemy into it and burn them in the inferno. However, they would all serve dissimilar function on this day.

In the center of New House of York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror obelisk began to glow and sent out a wave of shadow get-up-and-go like an EMP. The undulation stretched out in all directions like the first of a tsunami, having no affect on the metropolis itself but supercharging the nether region abysm. Upon receiving the strengthening infection, the five cauldron all shot geysers of hellfire straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as descent with black clouds and the sun became black as if there was a solar eclipse as the cauldrons changed their aim, no longer pulling affair into underworld but instead sending them out.

Fences of red light and Hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each other with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New House of York City with the Horror Obelisk in the centre of attention and the hellfire encircling it all in a massive pack. Upon the shape's pass completion, there was a deafening clank heard throughout the domain as the ringing of Hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between Earth and underworld like a cookie cutting tool. Across the globe, citizenry were panicking as they tried to see 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 red region. Even the water flowing in an out of the city was vaporized on physical contact with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the center field of New York to push Abaddon and recall Selene. The Angelica Archangelica quickly followed case, praying that they would be able-bodied to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first gear to come at the repulsion dagger, followed by the Angelica Archangelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his fellow Demons. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as black as crepuscle, the Demons were no longer inconspicuous, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with genus Selene tied up in its rear end, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the meanness in his thorax as he looked at her, searching for any sign of harm 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 capable to weaken the barrier between universes and open the portal site to hell on earth. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own wickedness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets right between them, it shall be obliterated and the true room access will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from Hell. You should say au revoir to New York, because it will be a part of earth for only another two week, and in a month it will be obliterated and a avowedly inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a canvas of paper, burning through and creating a cakehole that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to give thanks, release to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bits and pieces of his get-up-and-go from jumping between dimensions were we able-bodied to create a vena portae unchanging enough for a few of us to guide through. You have no idea how many aeon we had to hold back in Hell to gather enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his center downcast and was staring at the solid ground with blood dripping from his clinch 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 green goddess and streaming into the air in inner circle so dense that they looked like pillar of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the city, but were unable to occur the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the forcefulness of infernal region could get into New York, but they could not lead and neither could humans get in. Following the mindless pawns, Demons began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their close at hand freedom as they began feasting on the people of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the infernal region abysm, you will not stop over the process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just demand to wait for this city to sink between universes and open it up. There is no way you can block it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, open me genus Selene,"Baltoh growled, his font downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would retort Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his annulus burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is unblock to go. exact back your weakness."

Upon the program line of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her foot and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with widely heart as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the like United States Department of State, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the middle of the street and wrapped their weapon around each early, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in clip. I'm sorry I let this hap to you and molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just beaming I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her look in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a handwriting on his berm and was face to human face with Michael, who had a much softer facial expression his nerve."This is a slope of you that I have never seen, this char has truly revealed what separates you from the Demons. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally trust you in your resolve to face these Demons. Don't get me wrong ; I hate you, I think you're an abomination, and we still have a score to settle down after this, but I think it's time for us to finally mold on the same side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his sword slung over his shoulder and one of his rare smiles on his face."So, if my info is correct, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of difficulty, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a fiend. However, you made one fatal flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcements, 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 irradiation of fortunate light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the urban center. Descending from the center of attention of the brightness were thousands of Angels and dozens of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New House of York and ready for conflict. The armies of Heaven landed on the roofs 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 sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"Selene, I have to get you to safety,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's tending was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her backtalk against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the osculation, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something pang him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breath being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib John Cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a snake and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive battle that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and Demon stared at the two buff. With wide eyes, Abaddon looked up at a devil standing on a nearby building. The savage was laughing as it drew another javelin from the rachis of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a two-timer.

But while the Demon was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as pedigree began to rain buckets from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his idea unable to process the sight of her wound. Her unharmed physical structure shaking, genus Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the arm of black fire flared up and began to consume her. genus Selene shrieked in pain as the fire ate away at her with unbelievable stop number. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no topic how much powerfulness her put into the magical spell, her weak homo 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 melanize firing moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her body, but her somebody as well, meaning that she would stop to subsist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flames moved up her pectus, practically erasing her from cosmos.

Baltoh tried to utter but his vocal music cords failed to work, leaving him deaf-mute. He just looked at her, his sassing hanging open up 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 backtalk against his before the fatal fire fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's arms closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole eubstance quiver and air refusing to enter or go away his lungs. All the angel and Archangels were unsounded, while the Gargoyles and Demons laughed at the destruction and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise hybrid lowered his shaking hired man, scooping up the ashes that had once been the womanhood he loved. He stared at the bootleg powder in his palms, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the first off rip that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his finger and two streaks of tears ran down his face like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a oceanic abyss intimation and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a normal volume, it was carried by Baltoh's get-up-and-go and spread across the orb. Everywhere, people turned their attention away from the hellish sky and their prayers as the howl reached their ears, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knee by its weighting. The strait was so expectant, so doleful, and so awful, that everyone who heard it could literally palpate Baltoh's pain in their own philia, and even began to weep without even knowing why.

In New House of York, all the humans were unable to stand as the sorrow in the Baltoh's howl hit them the hardest due to their propinquity to him, and all the Angelica Archangelica fought with all their might not to drop their steel as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an galvanizing shock. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any form of sympathy, but because the emotions and painful sensation transmitted through the phone were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a hitch, and the whole world fell mum. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as broken methamphetamine suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the city simultaneously shattering into gunpowder. Looking around, all eyes were turned on Baltoh as cracks began to look 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 arduous as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A toy tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his ft, his typeface downcast and hidden by his hoodlum. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the unseeable weight of his energy. The Gargoyles and Angels fell out of the sky like Bronx cheer passing through a cloud of toxic gas and everyone on the background gritted their dentition as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his wings, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level primer coat, facing Abaddon and the repugnance Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimate my dearest, my power, and my hate,"he hissed, his face hidden in shadow but his centre glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning anchor ring began to upgrade, floating five metrical unit above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the halo, a shudder ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the nimbus down, having it hover in figurehead of him vertically with his four backstage outstretched around it, holding it in shoes like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a piece unlike any former, his most hefty proficiency. I saw him use it once when I was a greenhorn Angelica Archangelica trying to lessen the Gargoyle population in Hell. I was there for just a day but I saw it once and it still haunts me from the God-like business leader it unleashed,"Rosemary said, answering the like question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a trance so brawny that it has no name and originates from neither light nor duskiness. It is strong enough to veil the Masters of Torture and Titans. Even the Hell Princes are suspicious of its office !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the bakshis of his flank

"Every meter he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the process. It is a jet of pure DOE straight from his psyche, the collective hatred of every spirit that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of power that puts Angelica Archangelica and daemon spells to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the full satellite,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in swiftness, Baltoh released an animalistic yowl of ire and frustration with snag streaming from his space. Finally, the annulus was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a area of light source with Energy Department streaming forth in ambient waves.

"Damn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the world 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 bright that no one could seem directly at it and the kick threw every Angel and garden angelica behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a one hundred infantry wide before it reached the repulsion Obelisk. Using the Shade Shimmer spell, Abaddon was just barely able to get to safety as the blast obliterated the other five demon, the Obelisk, and everything else in its path. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing edifice, Gargoyles, daimon, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the blast soared past the fence of Hellfire and west out across the landscape painting, growing bombastic and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in front end of it. Lucky for the worldly concern, the planetary curve took affect, meaning that it was rising eminent and in high spirits instead of staying analog to the ground. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diam had stabilized to a dense few international nautical mile and was shooting through space as a covenant 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 anger, charging a gust to uttermost power in just a couple bit. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to sidestep just a nanosecond before the clap was fired, this clock time at a slightly lower Angle to the northeast. Just like the first, the second atomic number 10 bang instantly expanded in diameter with phenomenal pep pill, growing to be a hundred beat wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The bang carved another monolithic scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether living or nonliving. Because of the slightly scummy angle, the eruption basically plunk into the ocean, forcing all the pee aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal hero sandwich, sending gargantuan tidal waves in all management as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland, Republic of Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land multitude in one-half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating scar on the Earth's incrustation before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the offset time, Baltoh fired his one-third blow immediately, swinging it up to enchant Abaddon in midair. The attack finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a arcsecond, it seemed like naught would encounter, then everyone gasped as a bloodline of bubbling mushroom cloud swarm appeared across the airfoil, visible from solid ground. To everyone's horror, the moonshine itself was split in brace, having been carved in half by the blast with the two half jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every body of H2O 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 nucleus. Already, tsunamis were sweeping across Brobdingnagian stint 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 mightiness and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two halves back together before the damage to the globe became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the regular army of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without faltering. The brilliant bar engulfed countless buildings as it grew, and while most of the monster were able to dodge the eruption, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a rising tide, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth eruption, not caring what would come about, not knowing what would find, and in so much bother that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the creation was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't fear, he just wanted the pain in the ass to go away.

Just as he was about to displace, he stopped, his solid soundbox as still as a statue from the feeling of soft hands pressed against his cheeks. A yoke of glowing white Angel extension were wrapped around him like a cover and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his head and his wings fell slack. His hale body quiver, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's side, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the honey in her eyes. She was wearing a albumen clothes and hovering over her mind was a fortunate halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my high-priced mellisonant Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back sooner, but it took time to become an Angel. God stepped in just in time to bring through my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of kiss.

As their rim separated, a stinging hurting stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal quantity of end he had just brought Forth for no reason. Gripping his head, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his genu with split falling from his eyes as he considered all the ingenuous people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her blazon around his neck opening, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, genus Selene, I'm so sad. I didn't know you were still awake and I gave into my anger. I killed all those citizenry because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angel and sent us here to help you,"genus Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the way she was motioning to and spotted Molly, leaning against a lamppost with a grinning on her face and a halo above her head. Miraculously, the piddling harpy had gotten into Shangri-la.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would have made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to keep open as many lifespan as you have taken,"Selene whispered, pressing her brow against his.

"I'm so sorry, Selene, I just know you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined lovers suddenly jerked as all of New York City began to shake, experiencing a massive drop in elevation. Descending an in 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 worldly concern, a covered stadium of blacken weed formed above New York, separating New House of York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank deeper and recondite, descending five feet below sea point in a 1 minute.

With 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 metropolis or going back to snake pit to project for the next onrush, and the forces of promised land were still trying to repair the lunar month. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger's breadth around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. semen 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 state of affairs like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a table in the government agency of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the saint or garden angelica hiding their cosmos. The room was willed with mass, including the new mayor ( the net one had been killed when the room access first opened ), the chief of police, all the Angelica Archangelica, Baltoh, genus Selene, several holy man, and multiple human representative for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the doorway had been established, and a state of parking brake had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the land that it was surrounded on all sides by bulwark of Stone in a irradiation going down more than a international nautical mile beneath the surface of the major planet. It was like sitting at the undersurface of the hulk well, but with the metropolis painted red by the luminance for the red region that still burned around the border.

exterior New York, every governing was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American government worked to go on it a hugger-mugger, the cognition that New York was obviously at the meat of it all spread. Currently, US forces were surrounding the impenetrable black noggin of concentrate smoke around the city while the top scientists in the res publica tried to envision out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of Hellfire on the ground or disintegrated when it touched the dome. nix could get through, not even sound, light, or radio receiver frequencies.

Separated from the outside globe, office and function pee were lost, and generators were responsible for for any lights still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the fostering of the Hellfire fences. The air was filled with fear and despair, citizenry outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and water system, and saying their prayer. Police were working without rest or respite as the breakdown of world brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New York to get weapon system if they could or bring together together with people who had arm. This was going to be a real number war, and everyone would give to fight. The go twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to repair the damage inside and outside of the metropolis, and blessing every weapon and bullet that could be found. While the holy place objects would not be strong enough to take out a fiend, a blame shotgun eggshell would be decent to blast a hole in a Gargoyle's chest and pop it.

Finally, the opportunity to come together and begin planning had arrived, and the personnel of Shangri-la, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to calculate out some way they would pull through. The legion of darkness had not yet made their move after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in inferno that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said rosemary,"even though we can lapse through proportion and that dome, we can not bring any humans with us. We can lay down mass nonphysical though contact lens, but we can not transfer that kind of top executive to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the final exam obstacle in the doorway being formed, when really, that dome and the incline of the shaft are what are keeping the two universe of discourse separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this shaft, but without Angel powers, they can never penetrate the sides or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fence of hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high, but this stone shaft is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a ripple cutting New York off from the world. Angels can decease through it, but human and satanic forces can not. As we sink deeper and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will hold this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long narration dead, evacuation is not and option, we can't contact the outside universe, and supplying can't be brought in. Everyone in the urban center is stuck in here."

"well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the citizenry who want to fight but can't ?"mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the city with Angels to act as guards to the the great unwashed,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to assault your people, the angel will stop them. As for the Demons, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most probable majuscule than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this conflict,"Baltoh said."Whether we can crusade off the swarm of devil and Gargoyles means zippo if the opening night of the gateway will obliterate the urban center. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a calendar month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to reverse the procedure before then."

"Most likely the source of this job is in Hell. We have to go down there and destroy whatever it is that is causing this,"genus Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't oeuvre,"Michael cursed."The forces of Hell outnumber us a thousand to one in term of scrapper. If individual is a particularly avid reprobate, then infernal region will become their family instead of their prison, and they will join the horde of keep passe-partout that torture the other residents. They are known as the Sinners, and these are the real hardcore illegitimate child : the life-in-prison hombre, the death-penalty guy, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, nonparallel cause of death, serial rapists, and all around sadists. These are the ones that survive Hell and don't just crumble into ash and later turn a part of a pudding stone that forms a Demon. These guy rope are evil enough to turn Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hate and malice of human race and you have a never-ending cloudburst of understructure soldiers, not to bring up that there are far more ogre than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to face the entirety of Scheol, their universe is as heavy as a dying asterisk. If I were to hire on all of snake pit, they would just lave over me like a tidal wafture. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the process,"Raphael said."The demon were able to open up a room access with only homo emotions and spells, so hopefully we can close it in a similar way. We just ask time to derive up with an equally right ritual. We already destroyed the five the pits Abyss cauldrons in the five quoin of the city, so we might be able to reverse the cognitive process with a Hope Beacon in the center field of New York where the repulsion Obelisk was placed and five heaven Lanterns where the original cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simpleton. The Demons were only capable to do this because this urban center was a stupendous hub of anger and negative energy, basically it was a elephantine weight on the fabric of blank and fourth dimension. We would receive to create an equalize and opposite affect in order to even induce a prospect, and even then, it would probably only serve as a jade in sealing the gateway to sin and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough prescribed energy if we combined our king or one of us broke a rosary chain,"Rosemary suggested.

"The forces of blaze would glut the city with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the hurting and hatred of its occupant wafting up like smoke through a chimney. Even if we got every holy person and Angelica Archangelica down here to bestow his or her strength, there is no way we could master the malevolent miasma of Hell. As powerful as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest fire with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to observe from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to dish out with this ? The humans, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can hail up with a way to turn all this. As for the people, they'll just have to cope and take on what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just take a shit sure that you get your weapons blessed and you don't end up facing a ogre,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the morose halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Angelica Archangelica. You have noticed the prayer beads strand that the others and I wear around our articulatio radiocarpea, right ? Well if an Angelica Archangelica breaks them, they gain an insurmountable encouragement of ability, one that is very legal brief but brings them up to my tier of might. The Demons have a similar motility where they can let out their shackles, however, both moves result in end.

A few Demons in history that broke their shackles, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, daimon absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those Demons, and for a total of five mo, we were on a completely even playing theater of operations. For Archangels, it's just as complicated. Upon the origination of Archangels, God puts a cachet on their idea, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after lucifer's rebellion. Michael threatened to part 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 tower of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn to the ground, since the flack belligerent couldn't afford to macerate any urine. The Negro lines were barely visible against the tilt paries of the cheat New House of York had sank through, cast with a red light from the fencing of Hellfire. It was only a subject of prison term until that hearty rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but ineffectual to affect it.

Was it possible for the mass to survive ? To tear together and oppose this threat ?

"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 rest or regain your strength,"she said, wrapping her fingerbreadth around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of damage to make up for. I made a huge misunderstanding that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of devastation, and I have to repent for my hell,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"well, I've mostly accepted it. It's Wyrd to call up that I am absolutely, especially when I think about how distraught my family will be. molly is a crash though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her mind of the damage caused by what she suffered, but just the memories alone is enough to nearly labor her insane. I would leave anything to be capable to aid her. I just have to hope we can survive this conflict and live in peace. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

"Just be heedful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to fall behind you again,"he said, lifting her chin and kissing her. As their lips separated after the pinnace candy kiss, Selene gained a warm up smile.

"Here, fall out me. I know a way to relieve some of your stress,"she said, opening her offstage and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside genus Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her face. Even during the end of the man, Selene was laughing and glad as she soared over the city like a listing Columba. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his worry and cares, replacing them instead with love and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her shank, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate buss while they flew over New York. After a few bit of soaring, they settled down in one of the urban center's hotels, passing through the balcony windowpane like ghosts. As expected, the elbow room was vacant and showed no signs of domicile. With a coy smile, Selene locked the door and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her subdivision around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a grinning as he kissed her.

"When I became an backer, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could let done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her brass, admiring her unparalleled smasher."It would be an honor."

With a grin, Selene stepped back to the pes of the bed and lowered the shoulder strap of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the prediction. She tried to pull the dress down her hourglass frame, but it was caught and refused to go. ineffectual to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she recant her folded wings.

"I'm still not used to these things,"she said sheepishly as the backer wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the flank gone, she fully removed the dress and unmentionable, letting Baltoh face upon the gorgeous ebony conformation that drove him crazy. Her breasts were still wish melon vine and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and pap that stood out like pencil erasers. Her stomach was still as monotone as paper and faintly lined with the intone brawn packed underneath. Her hips had their usual fullness, with her thigh as smooth as shabu and as soft as the auricle of puppies, and her ass so tight and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the elbow room while still rippling after a squeamish smack and would put a Brazilian striptease to dishonor. Between her smooth thighs, the sassing of her pussy were shaven as if by a optical maser, and looked untouched in every way potential.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unequalled sexiness. Wearing a wry grin, genus Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all fours and granting Baltoh a purview of her cunt and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her wings re-extended, disseminate out and stretched to the point that the goal were curled up against the walls."What do you conceive ? Do I look like an backer ?"

"You always looked like an angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely body. He started first gently kissing her foundation, then ran his lips against the dorsum of her shins, then took his time in licking her smooth thighs with his recollective forked clapper, taking in the delicious perceptiveness of her diffused tegument. All the piece, Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing signature, driving herself unwarranted in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his breadbasket with Selene's legs on his articulatio humeri and his typeface just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the afters flowery aroma and his forked knife slithered out and began tickling the entranceway to her logic gate of paradise. Selene gave a soft coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast amounts of arousal and sentience through the smallest and lightest of spot, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his sassing against the entryway, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sense of taste with her delightful succus, licking up her core like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his touch and ran his finger's breadth through his hair, squirming in joy with each motion picture of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his spit, checking to pee sure it really was there. After his surprisal was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champion, using his glossa to vellicate and stimulate every sensitive nub and tizzy in her body, bringing her to her first sexual climax in platter time and making her phone call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of Selene's body, spending a few second gear to cover her soft quiet belly in osculation before moving up to her chest. Careful not to scratch her with his chela, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making genus Selene coo and purr of the hullabaloo in the attender heart endings. Baltoh wrapped his brim around her good nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making genus Selene yip in pleasure.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his knife with the same Energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the centre of the night by brainchild. The taste of her nipple was almost as succulent as her kitty-cat, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the build and consistency of that raise nub drove him wild with lust, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a love bite right on her nipple, he moved past her knocker and began kissing her clavicle and her soft throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the capitulum. He then kissed her several meter on the impertinence, once on the ear, several times on the brow, once on the nose, and then on the lip, where they maintained that connectedness with an deathless Passion of Christ, separating and rejoining over and over again while their lingua swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on babe, rock my cosmos,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no subject how I do it."

"Don't worry, this Angel consistence is different than my human body. From the man I love, I can feel no pain. There is nothing you can give me but endless walking on air. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his prick to the back talk of her waiting slit without his manus. As he slowly pushed the head into the entrance, he could finger it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as mild and wet as her mouth and with that perfect niggardness : unleash enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his intact peter into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a rock groan at the top of her lungs, lacking a unmarried mite of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even name how full that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the Lapp person,"he said as he pulled out his tool, which was glistening red from her blood.

devising sure his manus weren't on her annexe, 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 prospicient than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly potent thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the abstruse corners of her cunt with the top executive of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her leg and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his knee joint, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in blissfulness every time his powerful member was plunged into her inviting cunt, stretching it to its maximum 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 irregular orgasm in her new Angel body and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal spate on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her demarcation. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and forth, Selene rode him at an angle with her white meat jiggling with each rock candy and her breathing heavy from the straining on her arms and legs. Baltoh just smiled and laid his head back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep busyness she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless minute she had spent in the gym working her human dead body, Selene was able to keep the positioning going for another twenty minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't assist her out and cradle her with his tooshie. With the rampart broken, her thirdly orgasm was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo stylus.

After various hour of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a brief duo of time, both with legal tender smiles on their faces as he ran his finger's breadth through her hair and she massaged his chest. Licking her mouth, she got up and removed his cock, sighing in fill-in at the mass being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the peel as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to make love my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an holy man that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful smack from his giggling lover.

wrap her finger's breadth around the light beam, she pressed the bulging head against the ring of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly Virgo the Virgin pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the side of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a deep breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big turncock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk contaminating,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her perfect ass.

Selene began to grind against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's cock stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face braid in the unenviable pleasure and hearing to her hum and groan as he probed every corner of her bunghole, sending shivers throughout her eubstance as if he were poking her spinal anesthesia electric cord with the headland of his dick.

"Baby, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightfistedness in his pelvic realm.

"Then occupy me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special surprise for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in circles, getting his turncock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass boldness and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top upper, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his balls ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screams of hug drug made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a livid geyser of cum spurted from the tip of his penis like a fire extinguisher, filling up Selene's SOB 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 dick, which was struggling to stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that particular surprise you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his putz slowly returning to its peak, Baltoh sat at the bound of the bed with Selene at his pes. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his cock in her lip and began bobbing her head, slurping up the mixture of semen and ass juice that coated it as if it were umber syrup. Baltoh rolled his promontory back and grunted from the wet fuzziness of her sass as she worked her tongue and impertinence against the bid cutis of the headland, teasing and exciting all the boldness endings.

"Ready baby ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an eat smile and nodded.

Sitting up, Selene held her natural D-cup breasts together and dropped a taste of expectoration between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated mounds of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with expectoration, she pressed them together with Baltoh's pecker between them, nearly making him boast his entire load from not just the touch, but the picture and genial realization.

With her titty held tightly together, genus Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the sarcoid water balloons moved up and down the shot, she had her face dispirited and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the dent as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the sexual extravaganza. In less than a bit, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo stick and holding her tit against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a respective ropey flow of hot jizz blasted from his turncock, spraying into Selene's sassing, across her face, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of White River goo. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every fall of sperm 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 male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missionary and doggy-style, that was all blade new for me. I guess we both have a little ogre inside of us, and you sure eff how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the olfactory organ and then crawling over to the headboard."Come here, get some sleep. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and hold open patrolling the city for when the military force of Hell make their move. Besides, I've gone integral days without sleeping, I'm fine."

"dear, don't even think that you can fool me. Come here, I'll keep lookout man for you while you get your rest."

oscitance, Baltoh finally gave into his fatigue and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covers. genus Selene did the Lapp and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you anticipate you won't declension asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't trouble, I'll check awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the early slope of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her read/write head on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his chest.

With Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both Energy and seminal fluid, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the land and gathering above the city like a swarm of toxic gas in the low gear battle of New York. Working together to counter the army of darkness, all the holy person grouped together and attacked like a tidal wafture of light, slamming into the Gargoyle horde and slaughtering century of beasts every minute with their combined superpower. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her shut down by at all clip when the combat began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to last out out of the conflict and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angels, she had no sword or spell with which to oppose, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a nameless radiance that allowed her to offend and burn satanic wight on contact. Even without having ever been in a real scrap or even a warriorlike art deterrent example, she was able to take on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, stronger, and smarter as an saint. With sanctum energy wrapped around her like a mainsheet, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual punches and rush that would burn right through their flesh. Whenever she was wounded, she would crawfish out to heal her injuries and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the beasts to art object like blades of eatage under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber smoke, he zoomed through the crowd, carving gobs of Gargoyles in one-half every second with his blade glistening with their blood. Now with heavy number of foeman all around him, his death counting was reaching its usual turn. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting Fish in a barrel.

A flourishing gag drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to genus Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a ogre with two elephantine tusk protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the Demon and grabbed him with his tail like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a right jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his grip, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen closure by compartment 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 blasted weapons were trying to defend the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by holy person, meaning that anyone who could crusade and had the catgut to oppose were facing the forces of Hell with damn crowbars, nail-bats, fumbler knife, and firearms. While the sky was filled with howling and wing beatniks of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and shriek of the injured in dying. holy place bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the struggle was far from in the human's party favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to keep fighting after multiple gunshot lesion to the bureau, not to advert that they too had a long-range plan of attack in the form of their mini Dark Pulses. The streets ran red with ancestry as hoi polloi were tackled and torn to smidge by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living flesh with gusto.

In one office staff building, a man with a blessed scattergun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a group of Gargoyles, running on all IV like a inner circle of chetah sprinting after a fly gazelle. With sweat and tears running down his face, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to go forth five deep gashes across his shoulder and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his infantry as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snaffle him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the giant in the boldness with a lode of holy buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its bod badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rounds at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the window, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his rear was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the maze of cell, the man discharged his net empty-bellied shield shell and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his hands as steady as possible while sweat dripped from his nozzle. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the booth aisle, slowly approaching on all fours like a haunt lion. Raising his weapon with trembling manpower, the man loaded the offset racing shell and fired, blasting the creature in the articulatio humeri and wounded it. A second Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a howler passing his brim, the man discharged the empty casing with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a gob in the beast's chest and sending it tumbling to the storey, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his scattergun almost before he had even pulled the induction. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him head-on with its long forked knife swinging from side to side. Discharging the hollow eggshell, he took aim and fired, only to hear a soft pawl instead of a loud fringe. Before he could even swan, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an alley, a 19-year-old missy was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny cock into her frail consistency with brutal business leader. A puddle of stock was forming beneath her, her pussy was an identical mess hall of shredded flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming young lady was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled law ship's officer. Sitting in a pool of dirty body of water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one net shriek and stretch, she reached out grasped the end of the barrelful, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its brain and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell short to the English, its turncock was removed with one terminal painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her facial expression, the whimpering young woman looked around, praying that mortal would help her. She looked and gave a dumb cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the paries with a devilish smile and a throbbing erection. Releasing its nipper from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the fille. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single scene. With tear streaming down her face, she whispered a soft excuse to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central shopping centre of the city, the pavement opened up into a electrocution pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted ignominious brand with flaming rack and rotting carcasses nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rust neckband of hard worker from hell on earth, each with tag for article of clothing, rail-thin dead body, leap arms, and branding iron mask. Riding in the chariot was a Demon with black armour, a whip of pure fire, and a serrate broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel Falls cringe as the unholy words ravaged their judgement like bullet 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 bone, rip their flesh, and drink their blood ! The charwoman will scream as we rape them ! The nestling will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for destruction as we enslave them ! Let them live pain, let them know veneration, and let them recognise blaze !'

"daimon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the Demon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the while, the street was ripped apart as hundreds of headstone of all sizes and conformation burst out like groundhogs, destroying the hollo and coming up with sufficiency power to flip cars. With a dull hollo, skeletal hands with greenish-black colour reached out of the ground as the sinner of Scheol entered New House of York, each grave spitting them out like Snake River from a pit. steel of melanise steel in hand, the skeleton in the closet laughed and cheered at the chance to finally land carnage to a real man city after so many years and inferno. existence truly malign souls, they had lost their flesh and line in tandem with what small mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the metrical foot soldiers of Hell.

law cars and SWAT new wave skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletal frame marched down the road with a deeply clacking rhythm. Wasting no sentence in ordering the undead criminals to block, the officers formed a thick roadblock with their railway car and all opened flak with pistols, shotguns, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletons. While they were decrepit than fiend in terms of power and they were made of only if bones, they proved to be quite live to the bullet train. The skeletons were made of a far potent textile than just calcium-rich prison cell, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to live, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the Devil, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the crease of law officers, swinging their swords above their top dog while they ran. The closer they got, the more impairment they received from the officer's bullets, fracturing skulls, breaking off branch, 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 cars and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

landing place on the roof of one of the SWAT vans, an older archangel clapped his hands together."Angel Art : Heaven Lantern summoning !"

Behind him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude female saint materialized, carved from marble and holding out a unanimous gold lantern. A bright flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vivacious display, the brightness of Heaven shone down from the face and onto the USA of the sinner. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to screen themselves as the light set them ablaze like emmet under a magnifying crank.

The daemon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning pain. With a roar of frustration, the fiend cracked his fiery whip, causing it to rise in length and flutter forward like a tentacle. The flaming leash wrapped around the statue, and with a tempestuous snarl, the Demon yanked on the handle, tightening the whip's hold and shattering the marble saint, sending huge pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a yowl of self-assurance, the garden angelica brought down his steel with the weightiness of a 747, pulverizing the fiend's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody spread, and causing every building in the four surrounding city blockage to simultaneously blow up into clouds of junk and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening screech cut through the air, following respective ominous clangor. Great pillars of green goddess and dust were rising into the air as construction collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from decent beneath them. These were a new menace, great skeletons that towered at over two hundred substructure in peak. These greenish ivory behemoth were known as Bleaks, and they were the resultant role of 100 of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how Demons are born.

However, their size and bodies 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 prisoner joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and retention from the Sinners were included, resulting in an high-flown animate being that was not slow enough in its evil to gain a compacted daemon organic structure. However, while they were not quite as long-wearing as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized wickedness pulsing and colossal body allowed them to cause vast amounts of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly mighty Dark heart rate, launching the dense sinister optical maser into the metropolis. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of edifice, blooming into massive explosions that illuminated and shook the urban center and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wings could take him, charging his power in preparation to destroy the diabolic execration. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in ferocity and swing out its arm like he was a fly, missing the garden angelica but ripping away the roof of a tall apartment construction and sending bricks and distorted metal raining down into the street.

"angel Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's face and delivering a sinewy bitch.

Upon tangency, the monster underframe's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one steering from the great power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven !"he cast with his backrest turned to a Bleak charging a shadow Pulse. The disgraceful electron beam surged out from between the frame's jaws and was deflected by the halcyon logic gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"he called once the good time was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful shaft of holy vigour at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The tierce Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm tree. With little travail, Raphael brought his steel down onto its radiocarpal joint and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in bother and shouted expletive at Raphael while charging a wickedness Pulse. Before the blast could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's frontal bone. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and burst its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest of drawers and spine as if his sword was l feet long. Upon breaking through the renal pelvis, Raphael looked up as the stock split share of the skeleton began to separate, detonating the half-charged Dark Pulse and shattering the intact organic structure in the plosion.

Raffaello Santi looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Angelica Archangelica to fight the flood of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the millions. All the Archangels were firing Divinity Rays into the fateful geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the feather arrow and pincer Bullet magical spell, essentially turning his trunk into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the event of his spells, blood and butchered physical structure character fell like falls from the deluge of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning bodies that were incinerated by the sweeping Divinity Rays of the archangel. Every secondment that passed by, tens of G are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the black geyser into a low-pressure spring. But as knock-down as the forces of Shangri-la were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with Demons. Every few minutes, one of the Archangels would have to go away and go face a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the roof of a nearby building, genus Selene was battling case-by-case Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the garden angelica. She was surrounded on all English but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting skill were senior high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to end, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy energy, and delivered her impregnable punch to the Gargoyle's 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 life with a lethal boot, slicing its head off its shoulders with the white atmosphere wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and ripe side, giving her no chance to have counterattack. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like toon case. The crew of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathers glowing with blessed tycoon, she spun around with her flank full expended and carved them all down like the vane of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a vauntingly bunch of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drib of fear in her spirit and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of engagement, she had a widely grin on her boldness from the physical exertion and the impression of the effort on her nerve. This fighting was resonating with her ; the dependable living or last challenge and the chance to be pushed to her point of accumulation, it was practically euphoric. She could barely contain her happiness at pressure she could finger and zip within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, minuscule beef !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the wight in half right down the middle and sent the two theatrical role flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turn to strike. Stretching her backstage, she gave a mighty push against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The sin beast did not see this coming and were caught of safety device, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifespan to begin hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the black animate being with her glowing wings, one of them managed to land five large cuts across her berm. While the pain stopped her momentum, the shudder it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a little something to compensate for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its hook in relish and then lashed out with its can, trying to skewer her. She caught its buttocks and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the beast off its feet and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the surrounding Gargoyles like bowling flag, her injure arm ached from the striving, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the endeavor being used to combat the pain made Selene's warmness wash in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic delight, but an up-and-coming one, like a overactive youngster desperate to get out of schoolhouse and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the tenor, sending the beast hurtling off the construction and taking away all of Selene's balance. She continued to spin, desperately trying to retard herself down and get a hold of herself. So dizzy she could barely think, Selene fell back into the sleeve of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long buss while the conflict around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to end his flood lamp of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attending !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus of shrieking.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly cloudburst and clapped his men together."Angel Art : Roaring cloud Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle torrent, a smashing eruption of white cloud surged outwards like a gas explosion, spinning in a dense vortex with holy place energy crackling through the faithful of evaporation like lightning. The violent storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The cloud lowered itself, forming a sealing wax over the monolithic chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"Good, now we can focus on early domain. follow on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the swarm barrier. His four fender were pointed downwards and his halo was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of pit and take us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone knack on ! This is really going to shake the urban center !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon beam exploded from his annulus, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the swarm roadblock blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's reckoning 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 pipework with acid. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from hell on earth to try and get to New York, basically carving through their drove like a jet of hot water through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the blast alone.

The bang zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide destruction, an burst was set off in Scheol, equate to more than ten thousand hydrogen bombs. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New York and Inferno, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like insects under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their expiry cost to the range near ten digits. From every opening carved into the metropolis, a pillar of firing guesswork upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone ending by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to find their mental bearings and pattern out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash swarm rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's call for maintenance of the survivor and then repair the damage,"he called out as his annulus returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New House of York's infirmary, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stay animated with a torn windpipe and jugular vein. His hands were glowing with green Department of Energy, repairing the damaged faster than forward-looking medicine ever could. To the phone of the generator humming in the basement, doctors and nurses struggled to stay fresh multitude alive with dim lighting and disappearing resources. Every hallway and room was stuffed with beds, the floor was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged injury, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to look at with it themselves or hope they could find an Angel to help them. This was just one infirmary, and that was only counting the people who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the abruptly and wounded, with those needing immediate care basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and pauperism of supporter, the medical staff worked feverishly not to waste time or attention by asking the Angels interrogative sentence while they helped incline to the wounded. For every doctor and nurse, there was one saint using his or her power to heal someone, and the demand to ask them about the afterlife or, the secrets of the universe, or even personal questions was overpowering. Here they were, the solution to the greatest interrogation on Earth, but just as they would open their lip to verbalise, a cry of pain in the ass from their patient or a sudden spray of descent would haul their attention back to the affair at handwriting, forcing them to reserve in their curiosity.

The Angels had a similar nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with more than curiosity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the enceinte threats to Shangri-la, a berserker that had defeated garden angelica as if they were null. Even though he had never killed any of the force out of Heaven, his demon half and his unstoppable forte in conflict made him a terror, while his Archangel half and his effort to slay evil made him almost an idol.

Once the combat injury in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. wellspring over a hundred Angels were arriving to assist in the healing cognitive operation, meaning that he could finally take a break. Even after firing a rage blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three hundred people, his energy stratum were still fairly high, but his mind was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing existent aliveness humankind lose their lives in such dread ways and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible asset, he floated up to the cap of the hospital to sort out his mind for a few minutes. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the position of the exit with his hired hand over his nerve as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous look on her face.

"Molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad time ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the paries, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would spill to Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to talk to. You're the exclusively other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living person would read me.

Oh god, this is so dazed. You already have so very much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her tracks."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your trouble don't thing and you don't want gift anyone else the sum up burden. But we are friends and I want to help you. I want to bring in you well-chosen. Any exercising weight you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

mollie turned to him with a sad smile on her expression."Thank you,"she said before retaking her topographic point beside him and looking down at the flooring, taking a rich breath."The problem is… I was too scared to press. I ran away when the struggle 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 demon did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an holy person in the first place, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is nothing wrong with being scared, especially for mortal in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it ridiculous to just bear you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mountain in the for the first time place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock chamber of her golden tomentum, and as his finger's breadth grazed her cheek, she burst into tears and sat down on the flooring, wrapped in her fender. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to cogitate of something to say, something to fix her flavor better, but he had no experience in which to puff on. He didn't know how to ease multitude when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see all the fiend standing over me, laughing. Every fourth dimension my brain wanders, I remember the pain I endured. They raped me, they tortured me, they took my life from me !"she sobbed.

Very slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, ending her gasp.

In the corner of the cap, rosemary landed while cloaked to be undetectable, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the disaster of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a encounter going on, but now, she didn't want to interrupt. With a expression of warmly pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh aid Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're deadened now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old homo body, but you've been reborn into a new torso. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scrape in which to transport. Your soundbox is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The only when ghost of your bother lie in your own memories. All you have to do is calculate forward to the time to come and bury the by like your old body. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can come to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their dupe, you are an Angel, and you have the bang-up probability in the world to change everything and starting time from scratch."

mollie gained a minor 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 gallant 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 fight, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will judge you. You have all the clock time in the populace to sieve things out and you'll always have the documentation of genus Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I percentage a Julian Bond as well."

Molly was dumb, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his paw and lifted her chin, looking into her blue eyes and trying to get her to verbalize."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to micturate me feel better. Make love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosmarinus officinalis 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 benignity. Please, I just want to be taken guardianship of. I want to leave everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful dreaming,"she whispered before leaning forward and kissing him.

‘ She can't be serious ! 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 clapper dance and their work force run across each early's bodies. Baltoh was gentle at commencement, waiting to find Molly's stimulation strain its peak before showing any kind of aggressiveness. When he was sure that her lust was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the passing and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasure. Rosemary watched them with her whole soundbox shaking and her respiration quick and shallow. This was the first time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the wall, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck opening and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the touch of his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his punk back and running her fingerbreadth through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long tongue between Molly's lips, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his hindquarters and carefully cut the lacy shoulder strap of her apparel and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely rear, he used his other hand to deplume down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. Molly's breathing was laboured as the fresh air kissed her knocker, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump subdued balloons, he stimulated every nerve with esthetic attainment, bringing her to her upper limit stratum of arousal.

As rosemary watched Baltoh sucking on molly's nipple and will them wet and erect, she listened to mollie's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her breasts tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to molly and seeing the look of euphoria on her grimace was sending rippling of warmth through her consistency from between her legs. No subject how hard she tried to contend it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling covetous, as her breasts were nothing compared to the squishy bowling clod that stood out on molly's chest.

"Baltoh, order me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet scanty. Her voice was high pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to mean it. I don't care if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."mollie, I love you."

All of the Energy he had burned with just a second gear before became calm down, as he leaned forward and gave her a recollective osculation, pacify and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with endocrine and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her panties, revealing her politic wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pant with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his prick, which was already fully erect and trembling with his pulse. Instead of entering molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the shaft against her awaiting pussy, driving her wild with anticipation. Without him even inserting the head, he had mollie giving balmy moans of bliss as his powerful cock rubbed against her mild frail backtalk. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point in time of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the back of her mind, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her look and desires for him, but also out of the mere 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, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for lamb life while his tool rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices as it widened her lips in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me palpate you,"she murmured with her aspect buried in the English of his neck.

Holding her up even gamy, Baltoh positioned his peter against the spread sass of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in formulation for the sexual bliss. Working his hammer into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's Interior open up and widen to accept him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of joy that jumped in volume each sec. In the background, Rosmarinus officinalis was watching them with her eyes wide and her breathing gruelling, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for molly, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

opinion her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a full point 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 fingers intertwined above their heads. With mollie's deal bed cover and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his pincer into the paries, giving him a handhold for when he would take his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to come about, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one nifty thrust, Baltoh forced his full cock into her Virgo the Virgin slit, rupturing her maidenhead like a grape vine under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an Opera singer, wishing that she could feel the like penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the blood of her Hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his hammer back into her in foresighted, deep stab. Each prison term he re-entered her, he would increase the power and speed of his penetration, while holding onto the paries with his claws. Her white meat bouncing with each powerful thrust, Molly gave a continuous moan of intimate go as Baltoh pummeled her interior with his muscular organ, growing in speed in f number every mo. In lupus erythematosus than a minute, he was fucking her like a auto with her trunk pinned against the bulwark and her fingers wrapped around his as he worked to keep his powerful pace. Her bosom were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the feeling of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's brawny humanness.

In the screen background, rosemary was flushed with the overwhelming desire to touch herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to Molly begging for Baltoh to fuck her harder, truehearted, and deeper was driving her wild with lustfulness and envy, but no matter how great the desire became, she refused to indulge in the unholy desires. She had to outride resolute and do whatever she could to go on from committing the act of self-gratification. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not look away from the animal passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no grounds to prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-discipline and increased his speed and mogul, fucking her as hard and fasting as physically potential, making Molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her soft fond snatch, slamming into every sensible smirch and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his coming just a few seconds before mollie did, but with a jet of cum spraying her interior with what felt like the pressing of a fire hose, she honestly couldn't tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seed filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussycat from the pressure level of the outpouring, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's hand as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her unit body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of mollie and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her leg were shaking, she was unable to put up. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her head from side to side and felt up her foreplay dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming impalpable, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top storey and then made her way through the building to the staircase leading back up. She had to look like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became forcible once again and lowered her cloaking turn. Taking one live on deep breath to calm her nerves, she walked up the stairway, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the wad before her. mollie was on her stifle, her head bobbing back and Forth as she sucked Baltoh off with incredible skill, draining every in conclusion drop of cum. Baltoh grunted as he had his mo orgasm and molly leaned her head back with her mouthpiece receptive, letting semen spray her face and fill her lip, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained chunk and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosemary was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a frown, she let go of the room access and allowed it to fold, creating a cheap bang that made Baltoh and molly jump in surprise.

"There is a meeting about to happen in metropolis lobby, follow me,"she said dryly before opening the threshold and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his knickers, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a minor grinning and leaned forward, kissing the one patch on her face that wasn't coated in ejaculate."Of grade, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the blue staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close the threshold, she turned around and began walking down the step, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in metropolis Charles Francis 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 puff didn't send Baltoh back a single step, but he clutched his cheek and growled.

"What the the pits was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be mean, but never cruel. I thought you were in erotic love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that woman of the street ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just shaft on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; molly is part of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a tierce with her admirer. We had just had one on the night Selene was captured and Molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the grouping. I did aught wrong."

While his words crushed Rosemary's charge, there was still so much anger in her eyes.

"You can be a real bastard, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could rage off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her back around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at to the lowest degree have the guts to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive kick about it."

rosemary looked away from him as a bout ran down her impudence."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the longest, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in making love with someone, it should birth been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human being you saw and started fucking any art object of ass that walked by without aid or emotion ! If it was so easy for you to be suggest with soul, 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 dedicate me that shit, zip in netherworld ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three years ago, that was xxiii years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. Things change rosemary, things always change, including citizenry, and while you may not believe it, you're the reason why I changed so practically,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, teardrop streaming from her eyes."It's not fair. If you changed so a lot, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the rampart with their fingers intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erecting between her legs, the two of them separated only by the framework of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so fond and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and tactual sensation it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his shank with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Lapplander stead that he had been in with Molly just a few transactions ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her eyes closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt clear as their brim joined and separated and their tongues danced. Rosemary began to hum and whirr as Baltoh proceeded to commence thrusting his body forward, rubbing his clothed shaft 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 storey."Then in fourth dimension, perhaps you shall have it. Things are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a belief that my truce with Heaven won't live on too long after this all ends and the phone line of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to suffer to pick a side, just make up sure that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her session in the stairwell, struggling to reckon properly while her hormonal boot refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will take a spell for sufficiency troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the leadership of the defensive force were all standing in the mayor's post, planning their side by side move. Selene was there but Rosmarinus officinalis was recent to arrive.

"But at what toll. Baltoh, do you have any melodic theme how much wrong you may make just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just collapse in on itself and then we would really be in difficulty. forget a pickle between attribute, that dimension would destroy itself and drag the early two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usance low. That blast caused a lot lupus erythematosus wipeout than you think, as well-nigh of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"genus Selene asked. Michael shook his mind with his center bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand people and more than than a million were wounded. Even with Angels flooding the city, there were just too many foe forcefulness to preserve the world safe. And that's not even counting the identification number of angel we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't imagine any of the house physician of this city surviving this war. nearly likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutters will be overflowing with lineage,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"wealthy person you guys figured out how to reverse all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our outdo mind in Heaven running simulation after model and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that mongrel Abaddon and his champion wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearing. We've found foretoken of symbols scribbled across the city in human origin, and I don't just mean at the internet site where those Hell Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can imagine, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the pit does all this mean ? !"the gaffer of constabulary yelled, already on edge from the struggle, the deaths, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much more complex than just six summons and human negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the library of Congress out of binary code, that's how building complex it was. We're trying to figure out the demand sequence of symbol required, but it's farsighted than your DNA and finding even nearly of them and what purchase order they went in is unacceptable. We're basically trying to figure out the pattern of a palace after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell apart you what sort of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from scraping, it would fill thousands, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year metre ratio of Hell,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the wiz in Heaven just draw out the objurgate sequence at random like a clump of monkeys on typewriters printing out the whole caboodle of Shakespeare, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his timbre as moth-eaten as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to assist us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"Yahweh stopped caring about the passing on of the existence a long clip 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 ritual to stay ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and toss off us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The reliable Devil. I'm for certain you think that the Devil is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen Archangel Lucifer. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of hellhole. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of iniquity ? Well Tenebrous is the king, the first demonic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breather."No, his powers are human race apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a right belligerent and I can cause planetary devastation. However, Tenebrous is a dead on target god and his powers lie on a ecumenical scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each metre, I escape by the cutis of my teeth. Every time I've come to Earth, it was to run away Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're correct back where we started : facing the end of the reality and with no way to stop or reverse it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was still and time slowly passed by. One arcminute, two minute of arc, three. Baltoh had his mentum resting on his tented fingers, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breathing place.

Everyone turned to him, the Archangels with an especially dying look on their faces.

"What ?"genus Selene asked.

"There might be a way to reverse the process. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"Blasphemy ! Speaking such lyric is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, speechmaking in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the vileness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"genus Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in inferno by pagan philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small judgment like yours, one that has not lived for as long as I have lived and seen as a great deal as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plots of their write up through the abrupt preventive of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in plays to glower the actors playing these divinity dramatically onto the stagecoach. However, it has a different yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in nirvana that created this world and Hell, but Heaven and hellhole splitting off from this universe upon its birth, in which you humans cry the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite weight unit on a plate, then this existence is the scale itself. In this mind, this universe of discourse is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ gray ’, or essentially the combination of dark and sparkle.

The back persona of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser beings, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each serving as the whipping nitty-gritty and matrix of a region. Whether these are literal thrones or symbolic ones, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is able to take a can becomes a god of that macrocosm. tenebrious occupies the can of Hell, Jehovah occupies the Throne of Heaven, and the pot of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this type, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the toilet creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can consider control of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the rules. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our in effect bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're admirer so you don't get to pull these practical put-on !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the Trygve Lie you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life history originated in this universe instead of being created by God, meaning that phylogeny is true and you and your buster garden angelica were created after the arrival of humanity, being created by God, who was inspired by the intent of human beings on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"Heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosmarinus officinalis on the early hand had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much point or information. The explanation I received was nada like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what version you heard, every interpretation is damage. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and abide by ? The contumely to the truth of the universe ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the verity that we believe and follow ? Think about it, Jehovah hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand long time. We're his archangel, his messenger, and yet I can't recollect the last time I saw him or heard him. We know naught about Jehovah, only what we have told each other. And here he is, the oldest and strongest of us, the but Demon-Archangel cross to ever exist, the greatest anomaly in the universe, and he knows the stock 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 right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Angelica Archangelica'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to narrate half Angels and garden angelica in Shangri-la to bar their impossible mission to feel a reversing turn and instead tell them to start 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 succeeding prison term I fire one of my blasts down into snake pit, it will be at full phase of the moon power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our alone considerable options. Find the Throne or blow up netherworld, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deep rumbling voice.

"damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't tending what it takes, just keep open my city !"the city manager shouted.

"mulct, 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 factual thrones or if it's a symbolic gens. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to mention that looking for it means searching the entire macrocosm,"Raffaello Santi added.

"I know that, that's why we need to wait at it from a philosophical point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our hopeful judgement on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash lamp of brightness level as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nothing we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the centre of the night approached ( though there was no way to recite time in the ulterior city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left thigh and Molly straddling his right. The two women were rubbing their slippery pussies against his branch like a yoke of dolphins scratching an scabies and were each stroking Baltoh's towering cock, all while the trio were all kissing each early with their tongues forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thighs, he was rubbing their cycle asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were unaware of Rosemary standing in the turning point, completely undetectable to all sess. She had arrived ask him more about Deus Ex Machina, but again found herself hypnotized by the ménage à trois before her. Upon discovering them, she was flushed with a miscellany of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sultry dance while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being versed with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of involvement with his lover and blond concubine at the Saame clip, Rosemary felt sulphurous gall and anger towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that anger turned to begrudge, enviousness of Selene and Molly for being capable to receive him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange curio welling up inside her as she watched molly and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated lovemaking triangle. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the infirmary roof, but now it was clearly apparent. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's bosom belonged to Selene and genus Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The results were a confusing greyback of social dynamics that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to analyse it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two charwoman kiss each early with Baltoh's clapper between their soft wet lips and their helping hand gently stroke and vellicate each other's naked torso, rosemary could find unassailable lustfulness and desire combustion within her. She wanted to be touched in that Saami carnal way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain softness, a certain sweetly pure eroticism to the touching between the two women, a unique geniality that did not exist between a man and a women. This foreign bonding was so tantalizing that rosemary desperately wished she could name it to herself, just to have a definition for it.

In her life, the entirely sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lust and intimate hunger were flooding her torso like a ancestry transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different fantasies, each involving Baltoh or the womanhood. She had jumped from having strong look for only Baltoh to sexual rarity and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, sister, get it on me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and molly'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 pecker into her glistening slit. She gave a soft whimper of pleasure 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, Selene began bouncing on his cock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched pussy with her hired man after licking her fingerbreadth. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down flat tire and molly began riding his brass, whining from the intense sensations of his knife flicking her sopping wet cunt while she ran her tongue across Selene's swinging breast.

In the niche, Rosemary's breathing was fleshy as she watched them. With her eyes running up genus Selene's and Molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a thin out picture of sweat, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet cunt lip hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her smooth second joint clapped against his, Rosemary felt like her whole consistency was being tickled. Her skin longed to be touched and she longed to sense herself. She wanted to experience her paw against her own naked torso for the get-go very time in her life. Even while unhearable, invisible, and intangible, 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 much secure. Her external respiration became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her sass, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her finger against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her baggy pants and spot herself.

rachis on the bed, molly's coos were turning into flash whines as Baltoh's relentless tongue brought her finisher and closer to her first climax as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable pussy, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delicious taste and touch of mollie's pith. Desperate for further stimulation, the blonde beauty shifted her weight, using one deal to squelch her immense boobs almost brutally and finger her tight asshole with the other. Her whimper grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing bosom, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her centre finger in her anus faster and faster, sending frisson up her trunk from the strange sense. 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 lubricant in her bunghole. Once she had it covered in another wet level, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her friend's face. Selene's wrapped her lips around molly's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a cock sucking and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly loud high-pitched groan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her inside with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her unscathed organic structure shaking, mollie moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how very much that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for Sir Thomas More,"she replied, taking genus Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to accept Baltoh's sinewy erection, genus Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around Molly's naked body, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her cervix. Rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by mortal, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the nude body of Selene or Molly pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that same sexual loving way and to feel that Saame sweetness.

Molly finally managed to work the brain of Baltoh's turncock into the entrance of her body and gave a loud outcry pant as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to take in the mass. Selene tightened her custody on her lesbian devotee with her hand between Molly's wooden leg, giving a hum of her own as she felt molly's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's dick stuffed her to the point of bursting, the ecstasy 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 become reacquainted with Baltoh's fellow member inside of her and she was giving a delicate whimper with each movement she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's unvoiced cock, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's prat wrapped around her waist to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her steady rhythm, springing on his cock while crying out in ecstasy every metre the head punched the rich niche of her snatch like a boneless clenched fist. As she picked up speed, she relied more and more on Baltoh's mightily prat to pump her up and down as if she were a Walter Piston while the sound of her second joint clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her scream of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lover were passionately making out with his sleeve wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the nook, Rosemary was staring in awe at molly's heaving soundbox, her breast jumping like two durable urine balloons attached to the handles of a pogo marijuana cigarette. Even without brightness level on, molly's body was glistening with a thin bed of sweat, allowing every muscle under her tegument to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's cock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, Rosemary was filled with so much lecherousness that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this unknown's eubstance as if she were a giant lollipop.

The audio of mollie's thighs clapping against Baltoh's and her moans of sexual happiness was like music to Rosmarinus officinalis's auricle, her vibrant body looked downright toothsome, the spirit of her pussy juices was like essence, and just the sight of the three intimate collaborator was captivating. All these ingredient were driving Rosmarinus officinalis up the rampart and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from headway to toe, she began touching her bosom tentatively with one hand and working her finger's breadth in her panty with the early. This was the first off clock time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each assuage brush of her fingers sent frisson of walking on air through her trembling body.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own trunk as Molly released a shaking scream of happiness from her orgasm. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping puss and then licking her fingers.

"Don't stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the house cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a smile."well darling, what do you guess ? Would you be willing to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the same ship's boat smile and cupped his face."Oh trend, infant. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his brim against hers and then moved over to Molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her smooth inner thigh before running his lips against her sweet peach ass impertinence. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her smooth sultry rear, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while genus Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosmarinus officinalis watched from the nook and did the same. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh work his rim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's side buried in her ass and his spit and lips working her like a neck opening massager, Molly cooed and shook from the pleasance he was giving her. Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and sound of mollie being pleasured. Rosemary was in the Saame position, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her mild hide, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able to solve Molly.

After exploring the profoundness of her whoreson with his hanker forked tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her backbone and berm. After kissing her neck opening and pinna, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'Rosmarinus officinalis thought in disbelief.

molly again spread her ass boldness as Baltoh pressed the psyche against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside Molly and gaiter between her ass buttock, lubing it up for the incursion. Baltoh finally pushed his member into her, making Molly holler as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, molly's asshole instantly loosened and opened upon the insight, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway candid, Baltoh plunged his cock into her arse, making Molly howler like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and embarrassing tone of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his entire cock in Molly's anus, wondering how the blonde beauty could possibly be moaning in disco biscuit with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With tenacious, boring fortuity, Baltoh began to roll in the hay mollie's ass with heavy skill, making her moan and purr in felicity with her arm underneath her while she worked her fingers in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up stop number, driving down into her soundbox like an automatonlike hammer. Molly's moans became a ceaseless high-pitched sidesplitter as the amount 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. Back on her end, rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching genus Selene. Just a moment ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging putz, but watching and hearing molly was turning that disgust into muscular envy, envy so heavy that she was almost about to go fingering her anus.

rosemary's dead body was unlike from Selene and molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned adulthood, but she had more than of an adolescent look. As an garden angelica not created by God, her body was the result of a prominent chemical group of Angels fusing together into a single spirit, ending up with a anatomy dictated by the majority of her"constituent ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were cleaning woman, almost all of them quite young. But while her body wasn't as developed as Selene and mollie's, she was the same age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"fan. Already, her thighs were glistening with the clear fluid that her stimulation was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any monition, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making Molly give a particularly loud wow. He was driving down into her so quickly that no homo would ever be able-bodied to equate his speed. His unhurt body could barely be discerned as anything other than a behemoth blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at risk of falling apart and mollie's anus was being pummeled so hard and so deeply that only individual with an Angel's endurance and stamen could hold back from getting ripped undefended like a tomato plant and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so hard !"she screamed with the loudness of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her son of a bitch while her pussy became soaked with a brisk layer of fluid, fucking her through her coming. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, Molly's torso became cool off and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole organic structure was gimp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to arrest his breathing place. With Baltoh's cock still standing at total care, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her mouth, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a Zea mays cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, molly is just an Angel, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one part of her intellect while the rest of her intellect wished she could taste it.

Once the meaty celestial pole was licked clean, genus Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his bent knees and her hands on his berm. With his hands on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his shaft, working it into her anus. With the persuasiveness and endowment of a sawbuck, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its limit and making Selene leave a mysterious moan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making certain that his position was correct before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the psyche of his prick, he forced himself back up into her, making her spring another moan. As Baltoh retook his common fast-paced rhythm method of birth control, Molly held her forefront between his stage and licked Selene's twat, giving Selene a separate surge of pleasure. Watching Selene, never before had Rosmarinus officinalis felt so practically envy. To get anally fucked and eaten out at the same time… the sheer lust and longing she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For respective minutes, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of genus Selene's asshole and into her pussy. Being an Angel Falls, disease and infection was inconceivable for Selene, and even if it was, her son of a bitch was as clean as a bleach bottleful since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely throw no rebound for her. All three charwoman knew this, but the dirtiness of the act all made their hearts skip a beat, before the recognition hit them and their stupor turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric smiling on her brass as Baltoh drove up into her kitty-cat several meter, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her bastard, all in I fluid front and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both opening with a effervescent mixture of each other's instinctive lubricator. When he fucked Selene's asshole, mollie would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's bunghole, molly would lick the appearance and disappearing irradiation of his cock.

After XX transactions, Baltoh had to relinquish the position from the huge amount of free energy and stamina it required, even for him. As genus Selene got off him, molly greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of Selene's ass and pussy on his turncock. Once she had licked him unobjectionable, Baltoh sat up on his genu and moved back up to Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smile. With molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the egotistic lips of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer rhythm method, instantly turning genus Selene into a jittery wreck with her mouth hanging open as she gave a low groan of unparalleled happiness. For the number 1 few minutes, Molly sat up on her genu next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his backtalk while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more stimulation and moved in movement of Selene, lying on her back with her stage ranch and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her elbows, Selene excitedly buried her face in mollie's pussy, licking her velvet lip with her long silky black fuzz scattered across her Quaker's belly. Molly's usual loud moans were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hands against her chest, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her quoin, rosemary was chewing on her pilus like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heating plant and mind-jarring microseism pulsing through her trunk with abyssal speed were making it difficult to stand, let alone keep from hollering like an Opera Isaac Merrit Singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquidness sprayed from her cunt as if it was a water supply gun as she achieved a distaff interjection. Soaking the floor beneath her substructure and covering her smooth pegleg in a glistening lustre, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the tight lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juice, Selene moved to the side of meat to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't wasteland a indorse in grabbing Molly and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the early up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her articulatio talocruralis and groundwork as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten minutes. Having caught her breath, Selene swung her leg over mollie and sat on her nerve, letting Molly gorge herself on her loose, tender cunt while she leaned forward and lovingly kissed Baltoh's chest.
All three grunting and moaning from the jubilation they were experiencing, Baltoh, Selene, and Molly maintained this position for another ten instant with Rosemary continuing to follow them and touch herself. The position was broken only briefly so that Molly could neaten herself and roll her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her motherfucker. genus Selene too change position, sitting on her heels and grinding her smooth coal black ass cheeks against Molly's face, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the relaxation of the night, with Baltoh switching back and Forth between the two women. Collective hours were spent with his cock in dissimilar assholes, kitty-cat, and mouths, with a great deal the time spent with a woman's tongue in his pharynx or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my terminal point,"Baltoh finally grunted.

audition 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, Selene pressed her impudence against Molly's, both women sticking out their tongues with their sass blanket open.

Baltoh gripped his tool and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and physical barrier he had set up in his body to collapse down and let everything flowing. With his eyes rolling back into his headspring, he released a thick gooey jet of his come into the two fair sex's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouths. After swallowing, the two women sat up and began licking each other's faces like a span of cats, cleaning each other from the spermatozoon while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his wholly trunk feeling like it was pinned down with lede weights.

Once the two women had licked up every drop of ejaculate, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smiles. His panting having slowed and his consistency as limber as a rubber circle, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four annexe, wrapping them around Selene and Molly like blankets.

"Damn, that was nice,"genus Selene purred with her look pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral medallion like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective,"Molly tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a soft laugh as the three sex collaborator closed their optic and became silent.

On the other side of the way, Rosmarinus officinalis was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly make sex, masturbate to the slew, and palpate sexual attraction to the two cleaning lady. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the nitty-gritty of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of time. Barely maintaining her impalpability, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."genus Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to shine asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the whole fourth dimension. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you know ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her focus on her hiding magical spell briefly wavered every time she had an orgasm. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a grin.

Selene gained a coy look on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our future sitting ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can sympathise why you originally invited mollie, but you barely even know rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each other ? I find it hard to believe that you are this willing to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch. 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 lay down each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the side by side engagement, when all the holy person are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"ask in"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both mute, just staring into each other's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the just adult female that I truly require to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really relish these little 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 passion we share. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to complicate matter. Molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to make sure 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 lose my powers and be cast back into Hell to be tortured for all timelessness than be without you."

genus Selene's smile then gained a loving affection that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's concern like rubble against a broom."You will never drop off me. My consistence, mind, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated thing become, all that we need is to love each other, because that love will bind us together forever,"she murmured, placing her bridge player on his cheek.

"I love you, Selene. You are the lonesome being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the but one who can tell apart me what to do, the but one who I will always survey. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their life in others hands like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so difficult to hide his or her troika, to keep from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever have my love and my loyalty. You are the only one that can get to this animal retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the same thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this globe for you, anything take leave you. I lost my life because I refused to provide you, and I would do it all again, just to show up you my dedication,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"ass that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"molly tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the 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 way,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a pocket-size laughter and then closed their center, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the center of the night, shining in through the windowpane with the vividness of a stage visible radiation. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The Harlan F. Stone 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 middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the Earth's crust and was passing through the mantle. The solely 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 universe of Cinereo.

"clock time is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his capitulum back down on the pillow.



With Selene and mollie's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the incline and flipped the bed as a stray eruption struck the hotel elbow room balcony and sent rubble and broken deoxyephedrine flying through the air. exterior, a struggle had just started and the forcefulness of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their straits, jittery from the sudden shock.

"good, then let's get dressed. It is clip 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 destroyed hotel elbow room and looked out over the metropolis. Already, Archangels and fiend were zooming between the building while their blade and spells clashed, massive torrent of Gargoyles were bursting out of the solid ground like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and sinner were marching through the metropolis, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and mollie following him.

"Angel Art : Wings of the reformer ! devil Art : Blades of duskiness !"he called, stretching his flank to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered auras of Andrew Dickson White luminousness radiated from his Angel Falls offstage while two steel-like fins of dark energy stretched from his daimon Wings. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle host and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers racket. With his power wings, he sliced the forces of Hell to art object as if they were opus of meat dropped into a solid food mainframe. Misty clouds of stock sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding arena like sleet.

The speech sound of gunfire pulled Selene and molly's attention away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the Sinners and Gargoyles on foot. With how the fomite was able to shatter the skeletons of the evildoer and rip apart the Gargoyles like spell of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the wickedness forces that filled the street, glass rained down from the office construction to their right as Sinners leapt from the windows, howling curses with their rusty blade in hand.

"molly, try and reserve them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"parting it to me !"her protagonist countered with fire in her warmheartedness, having developed a cancel kinship for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her mitt at the raining skeletons, Molly launched the alone long-range attack of the Angels : a narrow deity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could plunge miniature Dark Pulses. The flak whiplashed across the building, not powerful enough to slit it in half like a full-sized immortal Ray, but packing Sir Thomas More than enough posture to obliterate the Sinners.

With broken and scorch castanets falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the ceiling of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van feeling like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeletons that tried to land on the van instead collided with Selene's fender, which were glowing with holy place DOE. On tangency, the skeletons were shattered like glass vases and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the rider inside the van were firing their gun for hire at the Gargoyles and Sinners that were chasing the van like Panthera leo after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were Sir Thomas More than affective against the dreary legion, shattering the sinner'skeletons and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like deer sluggard through risky boars.

Up ahead, mollie landed on the roof of a city bus which had an interior caked with roue and aimed her helping hand at the hordes of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a roar of fury, she launched two beams of fortunate energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark force play. With each she one cut down, five more would lead its place, drawn by the tumult of struggle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of get-up-and-go to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and genus Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her expiry, it was not 100 % lawful. The shudder of battle and sight of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back retention of the pain and humiliation she suffered at the handwriting of the Demons. That pain was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the infernal spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flashbulb of a memory from her decease made her blood tan in her veins like liquified metal and caused angry binge to stream down her human face, but it also caused the matching irradiation of light shooting from her hands to increase in size and power, almost turning into actual immortal Rays.

With a loud scream, she doubled her output, making the priming shake and the windowpane of the bus shatter into pieces. The beams of light obliterated the evildoer and Demons, finally allowing the passengers in the van to get some gloss of safety.

"Get to Northerner Stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a fugitive stop.

Once the van left, genus 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 gilt hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some emergence,"she replied, taking a rich breathing place. With a cutter smiling, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short circuit as the building behind them exploded into a tidal Wave of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. genus Selene and Molly quickly raised their work force and each fired a beam of holy vim at the malign conglomerate, managing to scorch its body but only inflicting as much terms as a pair of magnifying spectacles on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk. The animal snarled and shielded its face from the lasers, causing two narrow tower of smoke to turn out up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its herculean grip.

Crying out in the pain of the vice-like persuasiveness of the Bleak's skeletal script, Selene and Molly both aimed their hands at the creature's typeface and fired a beam of igniter into its eyes, blinding the beast and causing smoking to pour out forth from its eye sockets. The wildcat reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on genus Selene and Molly to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a nighttime heartbeat.

A km away, Baltoh was facing five devil with their powers enhanced by eating human flesh and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his Quaker in the bridge player of the Bleak.

"genus Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the fiend managed a lucky guessing and plunged her bone katana into his dresser and pierced his eye.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the tabernacle and ripping off the upper berth luck of its aspect and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to stay alive and on its invertebrate foot, allowing Selene and mollie to slip free of its clasp. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of relief, one of the Demons attacked from behind him and managed to stab 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.

break the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious 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 bureau with his claw and ripping out bloody strips of her inwardness and left lung. The demon vomited blood and tried to take up another katana from the back of her cervix, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this time striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arterial blood vessel, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The former four Demons attacked at once with their weapons burning with black flames to impose more equipment casualty. Materializing his steel, Baltoh blocked the pick smash of the endorse Demon, used his right wings to stuff the skull-headed hammer impingement of the one-third monster, used his depart backstage to block the serrate jousting lance of the fourthly Demon, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth ogre, who was wielding a giant star chopper sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammer breaking the bones in his compensate wings and the gig piercing his give annexe, but he was able to detour the attacks of the second base and fifth part and his wound from the previous altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second Demon with his tail and the tertiary and one-quarter with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to off the fifth, but the demon had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and Molly, who were on a nearby roof, tending to each others combat injury with a nameless healing mightiness. The Demon raised his meat cleaver blade above his head and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, appearing next to Selene and Molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : Spear Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a golden voulge brand shot Forth, made solely of visible light and as large as a car, but also being as reduce as composition and moving as fast as lightning. The monster spear completely slipped through the daemon's sense of detection and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon psyche on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the beast defeated, Rosemary turned to Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too discombobulate and embarrassed to seem flop at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral device vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're watching over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a lazy smile.

Rosemary's center widened in daze and she glanced at Selene. Did she know ? !"Uh, honest. Once you're healed, you are to come back to fighting. This battle isn't over yet,"Rosmarinus officinalis ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused smile. genus Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the giant crucifix in one of the Christian church of New House of York metropolis. The engagement was over, and as usual, every church service in the city was packed with people, praying for God to save them or mourning over those who had lost their life-time in the fighting. The room was blood-red from the brightness level of the red region fence around the city passing game through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make up the church service seem like the scene of a fell massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the sound of priest's dry dull and dire voice were the inexorable sobs and snuff of crying people, either crying for people they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless situation, or just crying.

Rosmarinus officinalis had made herself invisible so that she could pray in privacy, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to sign them or their families, ask why God was not putting a blockage to this, or to give thanks her for what she was doing. She did not want to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every Death that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't busy healing the hurt and repairing the ruin metropolis had taken a similar manikin of solitude.

This fourth dimension, she was praying for clarity for the feelings she was experiencing for Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Angelica Archangelica to be in amatory relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two cleaning lady. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual demand and desires, but the taboo of it only made them substantial and more arousing.

hindquarters her, the priest continued his sermon."…And so we must never lose faith in the Lord, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must cover to fight and continue to pray, so that we may show our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the door swung open, causing everyone standing around them to turn more tightly packed. In pace Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the room access. tidings had spread throughout the city of this mysterious material body, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, monster, and evildoer that were rising up from Hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The just data that could be gleaned of him was from the Angel Falls who chose into interact with the humans, and their response and word picture of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the conflict that had taken blank space in the city, he had become a legend. Many citizenry revered him as the Jesus Christ that would rescue the urban center and the reality from the threshold of end, due to his world power and the fact that he walked between the worlds of igniter and dark, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon beingness and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will write you,"he announced with a interpreter so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the audio of his voice. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"Excuse me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Yahveh will not save you, he abandoned this man long ago. Right now, only humans and saint can stop the darkness. If you're going to implore, pray to us."He then rolled his eyes to the click of a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"You're no saint, you're a monster !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and stronger than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their upper limit distance.

The room was filled with hushed muttering of cushion from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade annexe and the two black leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to put down it. This place will do none of you any adept. This church will not protect you from the forces of Hell, it will not get your distant deity to get hold of down and pull through you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The only matter that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your prison term praying in this home of Trygve Halvden Lie, instead try and help those around you. There is a great deal work that needs to be done in this city, mass to facilitate and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing someone to hold your helping hand and get to make for helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or respect, the multitude left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each former. Everyone kept their distance from the stony loanblend, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The doorway of the church closed, leaving it silent with simply Baltoh and Rosemary inside. At the end of the church, near the crucifix, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to do work instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand the great unwashed who were injured in the engagement and I repaired fifteen city pulley-block. I'm now on suspension,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to shell their beliefs when you of all citizenry know how true it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her center on the crucifix.

"Because I know More about Jehovah and the universe of discourse than they ever could. Lord has done nothing for this humans in two thousand years. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not care about what happens to the people of this world or even his servant ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this earthly concern,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the iniquity so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of evil, 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 people than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still travel along and hero-worship him ?"

"Because he made me, that's why,"she answered defensively.

"He did not make you ; he made Michael and the others. You on the former deal are one of the many Archangels born through the collaborationism of virtuous homo souls, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the soulfulness of hoi polloi that were made on Earth by this universe of discourse, not Jehovah. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a recondite breath."Why did you arrive here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her extension retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, Rosemary had a hard time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking rosemary hair and causing her to throb from the sensation.

"It was nil, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breathing spell was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't imagine how awkward it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosmarinus officinalis's lungs stop working and her whole torso become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't concern, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to form on staying focused on your cloaking turn while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.

She held her nerve in her custody."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her human face in her workforce.

Baltoh wrapped his empennage around her soundbox and felt the curves hidden beneath her baggy Archangel getup. The gentle squeeze made her whimper in humiliated 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 bass breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his natural language against her ear and sent a powerful tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and mollie. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to sense the pleasure."

With a smile, Baltoh began running his bridge player across her physical structure, feeling her beautiful mannikin through her apparel and making her wiggle in arousal, kissing her cervix and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will give you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, feed yourself to me, and we will show you more bliss than you thought possible."

rosemary shook her heading from face to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is improper. 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 mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her thought. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at offset I was unbelieving about it, but the taste of your flesh is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"Rosemary asked, trying to preserve her head clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love each early ; that is our adhesiveness. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her vest 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 breasts with his laurel wreath, making her writhe in delight from the tickling feeling."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and molly's tongues against your body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm 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 apply yourself to me, and I shall allow you everything."

Wearing a look of disjointed innocence and lustfulness on her face, rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his sassing against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating glossa into her soft wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the invasion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouthpiece with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. While the flavor was retentive since gone, rosemary could almost savour the juices of Selene and molly in his oral cavity and they drove her wild in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her mouth, Rosemary did not feel him tear away her pant with his chela, but she shivered at the feeling of the air against her bare wooden leg. Baltoh worked his tail between her leg, catching the waistband of her panties with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her wings retracted into her eubstance and her dress gone, the only thing separating Rosemary from Baltoh's powerful erecting pressing against her was the fabric of his pants.

wearing nothing but her prayer beads bead irons around her wrist and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, rosemary trembled at the feeling of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, helpless, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt concern in battle before, but this was a new awe, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the clemency of a knock-down social lion and the whizz was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so very much yearning for was indescribable, the concern and the bliss that came with it made her tremble in excitation. She wanted to experience him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his humanity ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that parole was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her thinker telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a natural state animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to decide what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his ass against the smooth lips of her snatch like a slithering ophidian. Rosemary purred at the sensual hint, and when she reached down to palpate her moistening button, he grabbed her manpower and held them together, restricting her front. Rosmarinus officinalis shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in bliss at the touch sensation of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, hold me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a flavour she would be like this. In battle she is as furious as all of the other Archangels, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely slavish, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting More and more interesting,'Baltoh thinking to himself, feeling his diabolic sensory faculty of sexual dominance beginning to disclose itself.

"What do you require ?"Baltoh asked, ending the buss.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you require ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her carpus as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her legs together tightly as the feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a third time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her placid rear and along her spine, gently enough to only realise the skin emanation and not actually pull back blood.

"Please, I want your cock !"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 give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you prognosticate to do what I say and obey me as your new master ? Do you require 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 foursome."Get on your knees,"he ordered, taking great use in fulfilling her subservient desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face up him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect cock, which was pulsing with each beat of his heart. On her knee joint, Rosemary stared at it with awe and concern, alike to Selene when she first looked upon it in this billet. However, being a virgin with a less developed body, rosemary's bright heart and freckled face were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenty dollar bill, her virgin innocence and untried body made her look so young.

"Start playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, Rosemary leaned back and began working her finger between her wooden leg. Her breathing became ready and shoal with diffused hoo-hah of her vocalism and her hired man became damp with her juices. The more she worked, the more her puss began to give up and reveal itself, letting Baltoh expect down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her Edward Young naked body on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could feel his optic on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to obliterate away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes sea captain,"she whimpered, rubbing her twat frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hired hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for sum arousal. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her heart screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the Christian church, for she could not have the disgrace. But the shame turned her on.

"On your deal and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her fount in the felon of her arm, rosemary continued to feel herself with her unscathed body shaking with each enjoyable stir of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in opinion of Baltoh. For a few bit, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to attain an orgasm. Finally, he decided to collapse her some help in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his poop over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his bum around her throat and gave a loose squeezing. It wasn't enough to restrict her breathing or cut off blood flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric terror. It would accept been so tardily for him to pour down her at that moment, to snuffle out her aliveness like she was nil but a small fauna. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosmarinus officinalis crossed the threshold into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy succus sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hand became a blur 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 tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole body trembling, Rosemary held up her paw to her fount, looking at her inunct fingers, glistening with her juices. 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 pharynx, replacing her disgust and jumpiness with submissive rousing. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and began sucking her finger clean, humming from the delectable taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingers clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his backside as if it were a trio. He set her on her knees with his peter just column inch from her face."Kiss it,"he said with a small grin.

"Yes headmaster,"she panted.
tilt forwards, Rosemary kissed the forefront of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the affectionate appendage touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouth and mystify your glossa out."

rosemary nodded and did as she was told, opening her rima oris wide with her glossa sticking out like a shoot down landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his cock 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 cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamic of this situation.

"Yes, please maestro. I want to imbibe your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a Lord and virtuous warrior of Heaven into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the dorsum of her head, Baltoh forced his stopcock into her mouth, making her gag from the sizing as he pushed it all the way to the vertebral column of her throat. rosemary tried to overstretch away as his stopcock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's prat around her pharynx kept her still. She could no nada but gag and retch on the mass stuffing her throat with split streaming down her typeface. Just when she thought she was going to smother, Baltoh pulled his stopcock out, letting rosemary gasp for air and bum on the floor.

Once she had caught her breathing spell, Baltoh wrapped his digit around Rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered dick across her fount, 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 paroxysm. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosemary as shaky as a leafage and with slime dripping from her sass and olfactory organ from retching. As nasty and pitiful as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her fantasy had ever been like this, but it was bettor than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some mystifying desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean and jerk, she wrapped her finger around the shaft of Baltoh's peter and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her breath. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her head back and forth and stroking him with her hand while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his head curl back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the marvelous squishy sound of it moving back and Forth River inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his total tail around her trunk and picked her up, holding her inverted with his cock staying in her oral fissure. With Rosemary inverted with Baltoh's head between her legs, he buried his human face in her snatch, going down on her with far more than aggression than he would with Selene or molly. Having never experienced the smell of person's rim and tongue on and in her twat, Rosemary moaned in bliss and continued to give suck him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet bitch and licked up every drop of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingerbreadth in her fuzz to hold her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his hip, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing rosemary to retch with each muscular punch to her throat and making rent run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally clock time to bang Rosemary like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted Angelica Archangelica onto the puddle of filth on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined girl try to find her posture. Once his solitaire was at its limit, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? prepare to get your pussy shredded by my pecker ? Beg for it like the petty fornicatress you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an iniquity smile.

"Please be intimate me, Master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big dick !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her arms shaking.

With his keister around her waistline, Baltoh used his free hand to agitate the headland of his putz against her waiting virgin scratch. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to fuck her so operose that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the medallion of his hand. Securing the pass in the glistening lips of her slit, Baltoh returned his bridge player to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his integral cock into her slender body, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her Archangel body opening up to have him in a way that no human virgin could and the pain almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh hustle from the bestial incursion and the huge mass inside her. The sensation of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped open mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmare. The musical theme of experiencing this as a man panicked and discombobulate Rosemary as she struggled to breathe and stick calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his projectile out of her bruise catch. Upon its come on removal, blood from her pulverized hymen trickled out from between the spread lips, running down her unruffled belly, between her suspension chest, up her throat, and reddened her back talk like lip rouge. Baltoh reinserted his hammer back into his sexy servant, taking expectant amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few poke to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a political machine in minute. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her typeface buried in the turn of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her glower body against his hammer. The dominating loanblend had a smile on his cheek and was licking his sassing as he listened to rosemary's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent wavelet through her pale bare body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the buns with the book binding of his manus, jiggling the easy flesh and making Rosemary cry out as a declamatory red wale formed. He smacked her again, loving the phone of his hired man against the soft bare flesh of her fast ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her yell of painful euphory were like music to his capitulum, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his rear, he reached out and grabbed her carpus, holding her sleeve back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his grip on her wrist joint and his tail around her throat. With Rosemary's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful jape and outcry 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 tail wrapped around her neck opening with the hone point of tightness, signification 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 make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please pretend me cum, passkey ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his stopcock deep inside her.

Moving like a motorcar, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her hale suspended body didder wildly as he rammed her to the pointedness that it was a miracle that she didn't start haemorrhage. rosemary's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the rampart of the church.

"OH headmaster !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without faltering, Baltoh set her down feather on her feet and then pushed her over to the stump. With Rosemary bent grass over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He tightened his behind 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 pitiful whine and nodded her head, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and mollie's. Spreading her ramification and forcing her head down against the Word of God on the podium, Baltoh readied the head of his pecker against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's scream echoing through the church, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight little asshole with a I shove of roughshod strength. Ignoring her awful cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic spirit and the wonderful feeling of her slopped rectum clenching every second power centimeter of his stopcock with the ship's boat wet hide, Baltoh took his instinctive pace, pumping into her with recollective, inscrutable strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a woodpecker, rocking the ambo wildly with Rosmarinus officinalis clinging to it for dear animation and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass windows of the nonesuch and Angels and the rows of pew for people who attended the theater of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living beings glaring at her in disgust and sagaciousness as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with disgrace and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her intellect hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the quietus of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her debasement was gratifying in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his leash, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a passion of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the feeling of his member stuffing her shit so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, rosemary raised her fountainhead and released a mystifying groan of disco biscuit, with her vox shaking with her body from the speedy hammer of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his arse around her neck opening, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could taste them hard with his medal, making her purr from the sting of the sensitive mounds. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her Hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head back down and pulled out of her cocksucker. She groaned as he entered his kitty-cat, just like he had with Selene and Molly, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his jab, violating her womanhood as he kept her boldness pressed against the sanctum Bible, both to humiliate her and expectoration in the nerve 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 knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all foursome and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For several hour, they continued in his fashion with Rosmarinus officinalis riding swarm 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 finger his own staying power beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open air, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her throat. Disappointed, Rosemary began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clitoris."Please preserve fucking me, Master. I want your turncock inside of me."

"Crawl 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 hammer in his helping hand. Grabbing her pilus, he smeared the oil of her ass across her boldness with his dick as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to lactate on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his stopcock, Baltoh began to control his tail behind her, causing two sections to bend back over each other and twirl into a pair of stunt woman helixes.

With perfect aim and unstoppable durability, he forced the two twisted dowry of his tail assembly into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her porta at once as if she were the dupe of a hentai tentacle demon. With Baltoh's dick grinding against the cover of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a fair of bonk machines, Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes rolled back into her head teacher and she nearly became limp, giving into the indescribable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a whore at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a diabolic bellow as an bang of seed sprayed from the head of his rooster, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her mouth. He completely disengaged from rosemary, pulling his cock out of her mouth and his tooshie out of her pussy and bastard. Rosemary collapsed on the trading floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And to a greater extent,"she panted, happier and more use up than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your commitment ?"

"Yes original,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let Selene and molly have a turn with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM ass he had just given her, he lifted her Kuki-Chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"wellspring, rosemary is on circuit card,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favourite hotel way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick spell ), both naked after having made love just a short circuit spell ago. Just transactions before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bathe, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need details,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously quirky adulteress and a completely submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her professional. Plus she is really into you and mollie. Not to mention she is a serious squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

genus Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my first little taste of supremacy with molly, I have to admit that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to bring around. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a monolithic pulsing of energy rocked the metropolis to its heart and soul, shaking every edifice and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thickly and heavy with minatory power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's optic widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This power was equal to his own, possibly even keen. There were only a smattering of sources for such an tyrannical nimbus, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Hope pharos Summoning ! angel Art : pink wine Window Shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his manpower together.

quartet Hope Beacons began to turn out from the ground, each at the very boundary of the city. It was the maximum telephone number of the crisscross that could be summoned in any given place and time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and violet glass appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the metropolis with the faint passing play through it. With the supporter of the four hybrid, its diameter was expanded to underwrite all of New York and its mightiness was groovy enough so that not even an United States Army of Gargoyles could damp through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Inferno, we've finally gotten so close that the most mightily Demons can slip through. These are the true monsters of the shadowy profundity, the foes that have brought me nearly to the verge of expiry,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of energy increased in weight.

"time lag, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power layer are equal, 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 infernal region is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the early Archangels on the roof of a building. There were twenty early Archangels in sum up, as well as a few Angels, including Selene.

"One of the superior of Torture 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 skipper of torment and Titans ?"genus Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the future tier of Demons, well beyond archangel,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that potential ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the early angel asked.

Baltoh took a deep breathing place."As you know ogre have been summoned to Earth in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too very much of a threat, they have been known to reach full intensity and get rude catastrophe like volcanic blast, tsunamis, and plagues. Masters of Torture and Titans are far too sinewy to be summoned, the muckle of their energy is too neat and expectant to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of torture and giant and Demons is how they are born. Titan are born through large numbers of daemon managing to immix together into one monolithic wildcat, just like evildoer join together to transform into Bleaks. Depending on how well the physical process goes, they can retain their intelligence and go forward to use Demon Art, or lose their minds and go wild brute, often used as steeds for the passe-partout of Torture. victor of Torture are born more similarly to steady fiend ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hades occupier that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the corpse of slain fiend.

Just like with the captive that eventually dilapidate away to ash, the remains of kill Demons halt and suppurating sore, becoming more and more reduce and focused. After a patch, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's universe is compacted and processed to its purest form, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This grim toxicant eventually joins up with others and forms a Master of Torture. Even I have to oppose for my life when I encounter them."

The verbal description of two foes that they about to fight back reinforced the rigorousness of the situation, with apprehension crushing everyone with the Lapp weight as the dark energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could stay, there was a deafening clang and the whole city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumple and shine apart like planetary house of cards. Red cleft flitted through the rose window holograph stamp upon the city as the force-out of wickedness below crashed against it like a waste bull against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. Most in all probability, our enemy will total up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another collapse that sent more than cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the Master of distortion, and the rest of you fight the titan. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to stay out of this engagement and defend the man in case any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the tierce clank rang out as the carapace broke. In the essence of the urban center, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the ground and the four promise radio beacon in the corners shattered like vase. A deluge of red region roared up through the massive fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the city, the animal released a deafening bellow and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The wildcat was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its body when joined to together and each one far longer, and an iron collar on each neck. Its black scraggly hair's-breadth was matted with blood, its red optic glowed like hazard lightness, both brain had rhino-like automobile horn on the bridges of their olfactory organ, two duad of bull-like cornet protruded from behind its ears, its long scraggy fangs poked out past its lower jaw and glistened with acidulent saliva, its claw looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its paws, and its dark-grey wings were webbed with spindly pearl and were missing most of the aerofoil tissue layer, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still shadow the world's largest sports stadium.

Standing on the colossus's back, holding a chain that led to its iron neckband, was a monster. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a yoke of gazelle-like horns made entirely of vestige fervour, a tail lined with ear, a pair of large gauntlets on his limb instead of shackle, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of torturing held out his bridge player and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon bone, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fighting,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in cooking and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the colossus once the battle started, Selene gave him a buss laced with worry but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's nothing. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, remember ?"She whispered, gaining a small smile.

Baltoh mirrored the expression and kissed her spinal column."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your undercoat,"she said once last time before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to swoop. With a wide of the mark smile on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a battler's position, brimming with sureness and fervor for the struggle. Moving faster than a speeding bullet, the fiend leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his steel with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the strike and the edifice under him instantly shattered from the baron transfer. It took all of Baltoh's great power to labor back against the Demon's steel, but his smile did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to play. I am Amon, drawing card of forty goddamn host under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, leader of the forces of Heaven under nobody,"the loanblend 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 clip to see which is greater ; swarthiness or light !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a powerful flush to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his remainder, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the office of both worlds. This is not a question of light vs. wickedness ; it is a question of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our lives on the line to prove who has the with child resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amun's slash.

Upon the collision of their sword, every window within a foursquare mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amen could deliver another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx with his tail. With a brawny lash, he threw the demon straight down into the ground with plenty military capability to create a pool-sized volcanic crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

Sword in hired man, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the slope, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the primer coat with plenty power to reduce nine square pulley-block of the city into a colossal crater filled with the junk of the building that had originally stood in its space.

"devil Art : Dark beat !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger at the hybrid and launching a digest jet of shadow zip, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the attack, wrapped in smoke with half of his singlet and shirt burned away."Angel Falls Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amon and launching a volley of plumage, burning with clean fire.

wrapper himself in his wings, Amon tried to wave away but the bolt of lightning made their mark, puncturing his wings over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain sensation and got to his animal foot, ripping the plumage out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal eye could not catch him, Amun swung his sword in a diagonal uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the attack, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding blade.

Spotting and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his sword. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of origin but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each early once again, ignoring their injuries and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each other a c multiplication every second.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to vomit the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen Brobdingnagian skeletal hands reached out of portals to sin towards Baltoh, almost like a crew of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the like target.

"backer Art : final examination Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar shells, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the hands like the nails of a Crucifixion, shattering the bones and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment instant !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's plumage, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the fiend distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut sweetener near the end of the steel and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood spraying from the chap carved across his chest, Amon snarled and clapped his handwriting together with his sword between his palms."demon Art : Incinerating Inferno !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of underworld flames engulfed him. The dark pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his skin badly charred, but he was alive.

"fiend Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two battler were both wrapped in black atmosphere as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in time to interlace swards. The arcsecond their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the position, sending the Demon plummeting out of the sky like a meteoroid and crashing through almost a kilometer of building as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"daimon Art : lusus naturae diagonal !"Amon thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his blade, blocking an unseeable cross of ten razor-thin energy vane. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined blasts breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his optic were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his adhesive friction. With a roar, Amen swung the building down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the crossbreed having LE than a mo to become intangible asset and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the construction, Amon slammed into him with shadower energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the unobtainable Baltoh. Amon snapshot straight down, slamming Baltoh into the ground as the thrown building shattered. Upon encroachment, all the detritus of the building was thrown upwards into a huge mushroom cloud cloud of debris from the two fighters hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his arms moving as blurs. With his face bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amon through the shoulder with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of edifice like an indestructible missile.

"Angel Art : Spear of destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his understructure and clapping his hands together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin light beam of golden lightness shot forth, taking the shape of a Brobdingnagian steel that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his blade into the land, Amon brought himself to a stop as the blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"ogre Art : Tombstone shell !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone burst from the reason in front of him, acting as a barrier against the brand. The massive voulge of light-colored smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not break. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swing over his sword towards Amun's neck opening, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to tend back enough to nullify a fatal smasher, but Baltoh still managed to cut down his throat, causing a natural spring of inky blood to spray Forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a hummer through building after construction. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amun, reaching him in to a lesser extent than a s. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their clawed forefinger finger's breadth at each other, the sharp talons just inches apart.

"Demon Art : shadow pulsation !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading lope !"Gabriel called, using his sudden upper boost to debar the colossal Black person fireballs being launched from the counterpart question of the Titan.

"Angel Art : Halo Discuss !"Rosemary shouted, attacking the animate being from behind while its tending was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her anchor ring, she drew a long chain of identical band of golden light and threw them at the beast. The rings struck the colossus like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its right hide. With an annoyed tangle, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough durability to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a long volcanic crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive shadow. Flapping her flank desperately, she took trajectory and fled as the colossus tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"holy person Art : Final Penitence !"Raffaello Sanzio called from behind the beast.

At his control, half a twelve with child wooden crosses fell out of the sky like missile and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to switch it off balance. Furious, the goliath turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized black bolide. The blow struck Raphael head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"saint Art : cleric Smite !"an Archangel with short blonde whisker called, rocketing down towards the behemoth with her sword raised.

detection her approach, the Titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive Dark heartbeat. The Archangel blocked the attack with her blade, cutting through the irradiation of vigour and struggling to keep on moving forward, even with her strength increased. The blast finally ended and the woman's sword was knocked to the incline by the net bead of vigour, but just as she was about to reattempt her attack, the Titan reached up with its other head with lightning speeding and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridgework of its nozzle. The force of the impact and the size of the car horn ripped her to while and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another archangel by the name of Remiel yelled through his long braided beard, mourning the red ink of his comrade. The archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his helping hand together, spreading his wings to their maximum duration."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation Navy SEAL !"

On his command, four column of bosomy incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of Edward D. White lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four tower each began spewing thick clouds of incense smoke, filling the distance within the prison but going no foster. In moment, the behemoth was invisible, hidden within a cloud of smoke. Over the auditory sensation of the dense vapour spraying out like water super C, everyone would hear the beast cough and hacking on the fumes as it burned its flesh like gaseous acid and pressed on its consistency from all incline as if it were at the behind of the ocean.

"Angel Art : Divinity Ray !"all the archangel called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing light beam of golden light as large as heater. The send struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in pain and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"donjon shot ! We have to stamp out this thing !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his zip into his blast.

All of the Angelica Archangelica were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shattering roar and was wrapped in shadow flak. The black blowup shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the Divinity Rays as if they were mere beams of light. Furious at the harm they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a duad of Archangels, than knocked the rest back like a group of flies with its tails.

"hoot it, how is it potential that this thing is so brawny ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a wiped out building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can face something like this !"Rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes wrong ! We are Archangels of Heaven, we do not postulate help destroying this rabid cur !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his contuse ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that schoolmaster of Torture. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"Rosmarinus officinalis insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that devil Abaddon remark that it was the tour he would use to ruin them when he encountered them in Hell. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and strike them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"shucks it, have we really diminish this far ? !"H

"wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering torment to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redhead stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing go we have. Hopefully we can check it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to lure that Master of torment over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : Bob Hope lighthouse Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

four-spot building around the Titan shattered as a mathematical group of Hope beacon light appeared in their space, giving all the garden angelica four index boosts.

"Angel Art : final exam Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her speciality return.

Shaking the intact city, a monumental hybridisation burst from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the heavyweight. stacks of whips, adorned with thorns and scrap of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the cross while tearing at its flesh. The creature howled in pain sensation as its canine bones snapped and its muscles tore so that its limbs could be secured to the Cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the Titan, a pate of thorns formed and acted as another bind to the cross. Finally, a building-sized fishgig blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : prayer beads restraint !"all the Archangels called as the colossus roared in pain in the ass and frustration.

From their beaded bracelets, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its form like hot conducting wire. Pulling on the chain of mountains with all their strength, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the cross out of the footing and sent it falling back like a chopped tree before shaking New York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final repentance !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a twelve towering hybridization began to shine from the sky like dud, slamming down into the Titan each with the weightiness of a slew. Throughout New House of York, buildings were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impact and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The massive cross had skewered the animal like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his hands on the ground.

As per the magic spell, four familiar towers of stacked incense lanterns burst from the ground around the animal and began spewing forth their roll of tobacco, which crushed the Titan like the weight of the ocean and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to entrance their breath, the monumental puppet unleashed a roar as low and deep as the beating of war drums and its eubstance began to burn up with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their power enhanced with four Leslie Townes Hope beacon fire, the Archangels still could not keep the beast or its gargantuan energy restrained.

"Quick ! commencement hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the patch ! Rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of infernal Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amun stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their infantry buried under the pulverized detritus of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a third of New 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 full building like a twosome of cartoon characters. Both champion were caked with rake and panting heavily, having each received countless accidental injury that would have meant the end of any unconstipated Demon or garden angelica. It was not the fighting that had drained them both of their zip, but the harm, both fighting through and healing them. In the conflict, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the face, sending the Master of agony staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his military strength. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amon could do cypher as his case was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused clenched fist, bloodying his nose and cracking different areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one whole step forward, the ground beneath him crumbled and he lost his foothold, forcing him to switch his attention away from Amen and to instead fix his balance wheel. This gave Amen 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 nerve center of his dresser. Baltoh was thrown off the daemon's tail with all of his costa broken and lineage streaming from his sassing and gut. Barely landing on his groundwork, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to ignore the severity of trauma while they mended themselves.

‘ Damn it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guy wire for extended close-range armed combat. We're too evenly equal and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just stamp out each other or progress to a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the fate of the battle and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can slay that giant,'he thought to himself, blinking toilsome to straighten his blear vision.

Forming his steel from black flames, albeit at a much boring yard than before, Amen charged towards Baltoh with the stopping point of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding crash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the other in this final fight will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his breath as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's right side, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and neck. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut jive, and while Amon tried to pull his leaf blade back for another attack, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from articulatio humeri to hip, sending the stemma spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by epinephrin and fad pumping through his vena like his inky blood, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a thrust to the left side of Baltoh's chest, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay awake and on their human foot, the two fighters locked swords once, twice, three meter, with each collision sending showers of flicker as if the blades were red-hot. On the twenty-five percent clash, Baltoh was able to guide his sword past Amon's and give birth a mysterious cut across the shoulder, then wriggle the blade and send it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own blood, Amun roared and swung his blade wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in pain. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his steel from the face and cutting Baltoh's stomach open and leaving his viscera dangling. With a demonic bellow of anger, Baltoh raised his sword highschool above his top dog and struck Amon's left articulatio humeri with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the monster's flesh with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him candid like a chainsaw. Amon's articulatio humeri and costa were shattered by the brutal smasher, the sinew were all severed, the brass cut, and the veins spraying blood like outpouring. Amun stepped back with his unanimous left hand slope from the shank up barely clinging to the sleep of his body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in one-half with a saw but started at the wrong spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rival stepped back, each physically trying to hold their bodies together and keep from falling apart.

"Master !"rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The behemoth is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attention back to Amon as the passe-partout of Torture pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming Archangel and launched a Dark Pulse that was ten times larger and more knock-down than a regular devil or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amen was easily able to land forth the DOE required to pop rosemary like she was a fly. With the speeding and diameter of the blast, it was obvious that Rosmarinus officinalis would not be capable to dodge.

"Angel Art : gate of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone cuticle !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The gargantuan Dark pulse rate was suddenly stopped as a logic gate of solid gold appeared before Rosemary with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the cake. The flack struck the barrier like an infuriated moose against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the barrier go and warping under the pressure. Rosmarinus officinalis was pushed back by the hit of the unstoppable force and the immoveable target, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the spell strong so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a deal lion, digging his claw into Baltoh's eubstance and biting him wildly.

"angel Art : net excruciation !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her bridge player at Amon.

The marble-white interbreeding burst from the reason behind Baltoh and the rabid fiend was yanked off his dorsum and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the excruciation ritual took place, Rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to throttle the wounded but deadly Master of Torture.

"Angel Art : prayer beads Restraints ! holy man Art : Feather pointer ! holy man Art : Halo bond ! Angel Art : Incense Suffocation seal !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her hands aimed at Amon.

In tandem bicycle, red beaded Chain launched from her rosary watchstrap and tied Amon to the hybridisation like a straitjacket, eight-inch long feathers guess from her wings and lodged themselves in Amun's flesh, further nailing him, and rings of fortunate Light Within appeared around his ankle, articulatio radiocarpea, and capitulum, acting as one shoemaker's last bond to the wooden structure. finale but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the space between them with dense Mary Jane, crushing Amon like water and burning his lungs with blessed DOE. In his vapor coffin, Amun could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he discern what was going on outside.

"professional, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The loan-blend cracked a grin at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still instrumental and truehearted to him.

"I'll resilient, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the strength to kill him or that heavyweight and time is running out. Even in his current nation, Amen won't be held back every long by those charm. We only have five or ten instant before he breaks liberal and comes back, probably stronger than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your cult blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and rest for a few minutes, I might own enough king for at least one shot, but it would get too long to rush and flack. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this fight is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his pes but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speechmaking."Master, I'll take forethought of you. Just lie back and I'll heal 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 help. And don't headache, I doubt I'll close long."

"Angel Falls Art : Laying On of hired hand,"rosemary whispered, holding one delicate manus over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing energy streaming from her palm. With her other hand, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his pants, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and potency at the attention.

With a coy look on her expression, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her mouthpiece, sucking off the sweat from battle while she healed his wound with both hands. Their time was running out and Amon would soon break free of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the early end, rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every soft wet corner of her mouthpiece, trying to coax a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the dig with her tongue and cheeks, worked the head with her lip, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could muster. While her straits bobbed up and down, her mouth made the speech sound of gum being chewed as the turgid member was massaged with great intimate dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, rosemary flooded his trunk with healing vigour from her bridge player, mending his harm and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his fastest orgasm, spraying almost a dry pint of come into Rosmarinus officinalis's oral cavity and throat, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every last glob of his seed. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tube, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his waistband before jumping to his foot with a well-chosen yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosmarinus officinalis,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amon.

The daemon had made a lot of advance in his escapism, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like yarn, the crucifix was fractured in multiple lieu, the feather arrows had already been incinerated, the ring bonds had shattered, and the incense pot in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The stamp would only prevail for another second at most.

"Angel Art : rosary Restraints ! Demon Art : Dark trammel !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal bands and beaded cords around his wrist joint, two dozen black bladed Sir Ernst Boris Chain and prayer beads binds shot forth and wrapped around Amon's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amon's prison house like a house of cards. The concatenation and rosary bond certificate continued to wrap around Amon and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's vigor and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the rest of the garden angelica were still fighting the behemoth. The master sealing spells had long since been destroyed, so now the forces of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the beast with everything they had, tried to keep it subdued. The creature was basically sitting in the center of a gold and Negroid balefire, caused by their DOE striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of bravery, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell chains and rosary bond with Amon at the end like the drumhead of a fight flail, bringing it down onto the behemoth with adequate strength to shake all of New House of York wildly and temporarily disenable the fauna from the fleece pain in the neck of the impact. Snapping the electric cord with his tooshie, Baltoh clapped his hands together to name the next turn."Demon Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Hope lighthouse to increase the sizing of the spell.

Covered in symbolic representation of Hellscript and adorned with carvings of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the behemoth and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his dictation, almost a hundred massive skeletal mitt burst up from the undercoat and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one great heave, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his soundbox stratum and his offstage out in front of him with his burning halo between the tips. He had to quantify this carefully, as he did not want any more spirit to be lost. His ring began to gyrate, increasing in speeding every second up to the pointedness where it looked like a sphere of light.

high school up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the titan with Amen on its backrest, holding its reins with his sword in bridge player. Both Demons released roars of thwarting and bloodlust, ready to give back to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"fountainhead it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his clap at replete strength.

Everyone watching the scene turned away, shielding his or her eye from the nuclear-level brightness of the beam fired. Upon its launched, the flack instantly began to expand at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and placement, it would not concern either sides of the pit around New York. By the clip it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a third as large as the city and far too powerful to check or dodge.

They were splattered against the attack like mosquitoes against the windshield of a superhighway tractor trailer and did not decelerate it down in the to the lowest degree as the flack continued to spring up upwards. Up on the airfoil of globe, where the American English governance had set up a statement kernel around New York, sensing element and instrument of all kinds were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the area. Finally, with a diameter as turgid as New York itself, the blast shot upwards from the lance and passed right through the dome of black Mary Jane due to the Angel muscularity within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the balance beam of luminosity shaft into the sky with as much muscularity as a solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the ray stroke up into space, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway rite was initiated.

The bang faded into the utmost few beads of get-up-and-go and Baltoh began to fall, drained of energy and with a smile of triumph on his typeface. Swerving down like an eagle, genus Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the background with her face glowing with tender sexual love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel way up on globe, as after a fight with a sea captain of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the chance pass her by. As he checked the whorl on the doorway to give sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood defenseless in the cascade, waiting for the urine to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"genus Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't concern, after that combat with the passkey of Torture, the power of the pits will probably wait and bide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the door, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His center were fixed on genus Selene glistening with a sexy shine as the water ran down her bare body. Each drop on her luscious chocolate-shade tegument glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curve of her dead body. He could see her brawn relaxing under the heat of the weewee, her chest expanding with each inscrutable breath, and the shivers of sculptural relief that passed through her unflawed build as the hot wafture washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."seminal fluid on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to observe for a little while."

"Alright, then savour the show."

genus Selene looked up into the spray with her rima oris open, as if the showerhead were his rooster and he was ejaculating onto her typeface. The water streamed across her face and through her long silklike tomentum, and as she rolled her head from side to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became gravid. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his center fixed on genus Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each pass of her hands across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's stopcock began to inflate and he licked his sassing in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

hatchway up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the small block into her mitt and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy layer. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her large white meat, making them slippery with a covering of foam running across the diffused peel. As she massaged her breasts and traced the bar of goop around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect cock with a all-embracing grin on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the shabu screen and pressed her tits against the deoxyephedrine. Baltoh's breathing became lowering as he watched her rub her breasts against the glass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving print through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her handsome titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the soap across her arc torso, lathering her soot black skin with a layer of slight White froth. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

Looking back over her berm, genus Selene turned around so her backbone was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his back talk, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her cunt and asshole while she soaped up her yearn quiet legs. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her firm curvaceous ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his putz. Moving her soapy hands up her pegleg, Selene began lathering her ass cheek, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual king and wishing to feel Baltoh's turncock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap laundry away. While the sudsy piddle streamed off, genus Selene sensually rubbed her body with her hands moving closer and closer to her kitty. At start she only ran her palms across her inner thighs, then she pulled her midsection finger between the soft plump sass, tickling the bright pink interior. After that first touch, she began working her finger's breadth against the entrance, using the soapy water as lubricant. As her kissing became faster and more belligerent, she leaned back against the paries and began giving a subdued whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom sump with his cock standing at total care as Selene inserted her digit into her kitty, stirring them while moaning from the touch sensation of the gentle insight. With the skill that only someone could have after years of pleasuring her own organic structure, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her fingers working frantically between her stage, Selene grasped one of her titty, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for respective minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bring herself to climax, but unable to cross that final threshold.

Her whole physical structure shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suction on her own breast as if it were mollie's. Swirling her clapper around her erect nipple with the hot water running down her hourglass soundbox, genus Selene finally achieved her number 1 orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As genus Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the rain shower, letting the grime from battle run off his body. With a tire out smile on her face, Selene removed her glistening fingerbreadth from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his yearn tongue and wrapped it around her fingers like a Hydra, licking up her delicious pith. The two decimal point of the forked tendril pointed out to genus Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his natural language dancing with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's rima oris, relishing the luscious taste. As their sassing touched, Selene wrapped her blazon around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his palms across her body, wishing that he could use his finger's breadth and respectable finger her. For ten minutes they continued to buss, wordlessly speaking their love while the exhibitor 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 signature of his lip against her exposed body. Continuing down, he spent a handful of minutes just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to travel, running his lips and lingua across her belly before reaching the smooth out sassing of her slit, already open and awaiting further pleasure.

Raising her leg and squeezing her breasts, genus Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his clapper, stimulating her button with a master's skill. Baltoh had his optic looking upward, staring at her breasts that jiggled with each gasping breather genus Selene took and the body of water that poured off her pointing teat and ran down her smooth abdomen. Shifting his arms, he moved Selene's legs up onto his shoulder joint so that he could get full access to her addictively delectable pussy. Holding onto his horns for darling life, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every afters touch in her pussy, driving her weirdo with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to help her once again hybridization that verge, Baltoh bent his rear back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a goliath double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his bend fundament into her asshole, needing a lot of force out to work the wide head of the biological sex toy into the slopped doughnut. Selene released a shrieking of pure sexual euphoria as the twisted department of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point that she thought while she was going to burst, only to shrink back and then pull itself back in. With Baltoh playing her puss like a musical musical instrument and fucking her motherfucker wildly with his nates, Selene was brought to her instant coming in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his buttocks from his bunghole and let Selene figure out it like a spoon covered in patty batter.

"That was a neat magic trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood watercraft and leafage my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the cascade, 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 paries above their capitulum with their palms touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a adept hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his manus ( but needing a small supporter from his tail ), he pressed the head of his manhood against her wet kitty-cat and forced it in, making genus Selene scream in happiness from the Brobdingnagian mass driving up into her Bill Gates of paradise and stuffing her slender physical structure. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a maniac and making Selene groan from his prick slamming the farthest corners of her cunt. With her wet pap jiggling against his bare chest, the two fan made out under the hot spray of the shower bath. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his chunk sack throwing pee with each thrust like a sling.

"Honey, my bridge player are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty dollar bill minutes.

"Yeah, my munition are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a little smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claw out of the paries and released their work force. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a cold-blooded tingling sense impression, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her feet and she turned into the catamenia of hot water supply, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy look and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his bum and worked his prick back into her slit. With her leg raised and his hands on her coxa, he began pumping her cunt with fast, rich strokes, bringing Selene back to her original level of ecstasy.

With her back talk out-of-doors and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the shower atomizer and let the hot water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a machine, ran kisses across her cervix and shoulder joint, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his hammer finally reached that perfect spot in the depths of her puss, that place that his spit just couldn't work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this cherubic body of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would have a go at it you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal is well, but you really can't beat the serious old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't make out me for all infinity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lips touched, their shifting weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower bath story, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their footing. genus Selene gave a loud yelp of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest of drawers to captivate her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower head, tearing through the tiles with ease 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 opus of tile.

"fountainhead my nitty-gritty feel like it's going to break my ribs and I have some poultice and ceramics in my hair, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should stand anymore."

"Well I'm still in the modality and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her hired man and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the dorsum of her ear."I'm trusted I'll find a way."

leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his hands to her rosehip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the capitulum in her. In a single shove, he forced his turncock back into her with so much power that Selene gave a silent scream. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the straits of a woodpecker, fucking genus Selene with all his posture and reaching the farthest points of her body with his manhood. With Selene feeling too good to even make a auditory sensation, the noise calling out over the hiss of the cascade was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her round rear end jiggle and handclasp. Baltoh had a smiling on his font and was licking his lips as he watched the riffle travel through genus Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her breast swing every time he forced his stopcock into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after XV minutes of the cold hammering. In the consequence of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his putz out of her yawn kitty-cat.

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 Torture or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniacal appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her hand around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your cock still has plentitude of strong suit left. Don't worry, infant ; I'll take upkeep of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can change your mind…"

She raised her coxa and guided his putz to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight ring and Selene whimpered in pleasure at the touch sensation of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his full cock in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his articulatio humeri, she began raising her depressed body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to handle the huge mass. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely rear end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his manpower on her ass, he was able to sense every splendiferous rippling and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her torso, and he relished the touch sensation, just as he did the intuitive feeling of the gentle wet DoI of her asshole around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten moment before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his cock and instead straddled it, gyrating her hips and swirling it around in her trunk so that it felt every corner. 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 lead off coughing it up. The imperativeness was so impressive that Selene's consistency began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the semen and scrumptious gustatory perception of her ass while his seed poured out of her cover door. Baltoh was struggling to keep his optic open, he was so tire and the hot H2O and the smell of genus Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of spermatozoon from his cock wasn't exactly helping him arrest awake. He finally was brought back to full moon alertness as he felt a sudden flare pass of free energy nearby ; an Angelica Archangelica had just entered the bedroom.

"passkey ?"he heard rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his feet and Selene turned off the water.

Rosemary entered the toilet just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the exhibitor, and a athirst saying immediately filled her centre and lined her pretty face. Shaking her head from side to side, she got down on one genu 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.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the exhibitioner with a very coy grinning on her face, one that instantly made rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her dorsum to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really postulate to arrive see."

"Damn it, there is no way the metropolis could have reached Hell already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to find his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when genus Selene walked up to her, still with a coy grin. They were mum 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 smile.

Rosemary jerked at the interrogation and was ineffective to react. genus Selene leaned forward, her lips just an inch from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… smell later,"she whispered seductively while running her helping hand across Rosmarinus officinalis's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Archangel spatter from her rush of foreplay.

As Selene walked into the sleeping room to get dressed, rosemary watched her closely, specifically her perfect ass, which was swinging from side to side with each footfall like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosmarinus officinalis materialized in the nerve center of New York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their powers to cast a repairing roadblock around the city. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the edifice like a flood. The island of stone was rumbling so violently that streets and buildings and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with Brobdingnagian fissures shooting through the metropolis and opening up great scissure that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the yowl of the shattering city as cleft ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue brightness replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the construction. His eyes came to a stop when he saw the blue building between him and the horizon, seeing that the stone shaft that the city had carved into the planet had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by vacate space with swirling dark-blue luminance like the Aurora Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the planet, but instead of sitting in a meld moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null vacancy between universes. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fencing of red region continued to burn down around the metropolis, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the shaft finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue air Light Within swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a pass wickedness sky, fully severing New York from Earth like water flooding an undersea cleft. Drifting down past the city like dapple of ash, homo souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the denizen of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next stop : Hell."



"We are in serious, grave problem,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chief of law, the city manager, and various early man and Angel instance in metropolis Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrific himself that sent that captain of Torture and titan 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 yoke of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the mankind of the living and Hell, any day now the shaft of Stone around the metropolis from the Earth's Mantle will go away and this city will vacillate in the cypher void between dimension. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to stop Tenebrous from sending every master of Torture and heavyweight at us. He doesn't even have to give the order ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not trusted we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll cam stroke every devil, Gargoyle, and evildoer at us, but after what happened to the final Master of straining and Titan, I doubt he will be will to send anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that flack of yours is the one matter we have that can block off them. Unless they can somehow make some perdurable barrier that not even you can bump, he won't risk throwing his most powerful follower against that beam."

"It's strange though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equal stamina and office as a headmaster of distortion, is able to marshal a bam so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their floor and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand combat, but you can suddenly pass over them out with DOE to spare ? Baltoh, we need to screw more about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the bulwark.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The blast has no name because it uses neither garden angelica nor demon Department of Energy. It is powered solely by the madness and anger within my eye, and I unleash that anger in a raw flare-up of power. Its power is dictated by the intensity of my emotions, not by the factual energy within my eubstance, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my extension to channel my fad to my anchor ring, which I use as a release point. other than that, there is nothing else to it."

"drawing DOE from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, severalize me about the progress being made in Heaven. What information has been found about the crapper of Cinereo ?"

"aught, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is goose egg but a profane urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a unmarried mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the info in promised land hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the political boss of me Baltoh, no issue how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the elbow room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked center with Rosemary and shifted his regard to the doorway, giving her a nonverbal command. rosemary gave a small nod of obeisance and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstruction in their path. In the benighted hallway on the powerless City Hall, Rosemary confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to arrest in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that attack fired five times over the last two week, and yet only now do you make up one's mind 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 nothing had been found about the Throne of Cinereo. We found a reference of it in a book from before the last of Christ."

"What did you find ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this creation rent into two different absolute frequency and forms after its birth : the light of Heaven and the shadow of sin. It said that the only if way to repair the energy of Cinereo is to combine the forces of trace and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally change state to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a crossbreed, Rosemary, the 1st in existence. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a encumbrance of bullshit, but if there is the tiniest chance that it Is real, then Baltoh has the with child chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would want to have the exponent of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither duskiness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's wrong. I think his emotions allow him to bail bond brightness level and darkness together to create that neon clap. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his energy, but of those two halves fusing together into a whole new human body of raw big businessman !

He's already on his way to achieving the crapper of Cinereo if it exists and I can not leave mortal like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm More afraid of him than anything else in the universe, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girl, my perfect lilliputian spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of track. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to secernate the the true. As a advantage, come up to the bedchamber tomorrow dark, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the city was halfway to Hell did not raise esprit de corps ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone sense more hopeless and last to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic shaft, the citizens of New House of York could at least tell themselves that they still had major planet Earth around them, but now, that comfortableness was gone. True, they could still receive assistant and reinforcements from promised land, but from this point forward, they were completely on their own and away from menage, like a space shuttle that could no longer see or meet Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, Molly pressed against his left side and Selene against his rightfulness. All three were naked, with Baltoh's backtalk bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his dresser and stroked his erection. After half a minute of arc, Selene and molly switched part, with Baltoh kissing molly and Selene stroking his dick. A piano 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. genus Selene just had a coy smile.

The loan-blend merely smiled and stood up, walking to the room access with his long whip-like tail assembly swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the room access, Selene and molly began to French kiss, with their bare bodies intertwined like the yin yang symbolic representation. At the sound of the creaking doorway, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of bondage and submission, Rosemary, the proud and powerful Archangel, came crawling in on all 4 without any clothes on. Her pantie had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his tush wrapped her neck opening like she was a dog on a terzetto. In her psyche, Rosemary was felicitous than almost any other sentence in her sprightliness, and her twat was already wet from prediction. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling lips through her gag in stimulation. Just the impression of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous cleaning woman on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosemary, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex striver and they are your schoolmarm, so obey their every command,"he said, making rosemary shiver in arousal at the mental blissfulness 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 lady friend have fun, I'm going to watch for a trivial while,"he said, releasing his tail end from her throat and taking a seat in a chairman by the bed.

"Up on the bed."genus Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all quadruplet, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a discipline of a dog show and one of the judges was inspecting her. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either side of Rosmarinus officinalis and began exploring her defenseless body with their hands, teasingly rubbing her soft skin with their palms and finger. Rosmarinus officinalis purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. genus Selene and Molly leaned back and smiled, watching rosemary's script ball into clenched fist from sexual frustration and expectancy. She was an column inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

Leaning forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's delicate lips while mollie began rubbing her hand against her pussy with her pollex pressed down on her anus. The Archangel purred at the carnal touching, even leaning back to try and get Molly to come in her. Finally, her appeal were answered as mollie began working her thumb in her bunghole like a small dildo and spitting on the doughnut, using her saliva as lubricant in Rosemary's loaded anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosemary's step-in from her mouth, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her legs spread, putting her wet puss on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to bat my kitty ?"she whispered, touching the pinko inside lips and then holding out her forefinger and fingerbreadth in figurehead of Rosemary's face, glistening with her oil color. Before responding, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered in cristal as Molly doubled her efforts with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her small back and smooth rear end with lustful kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her clapper between Selene's digit, as if practicing to explore the lips between her legs. The second the tasteless fluid touched her glossa, a tremor of bliss ran through her soundbox from the intimate realization and symbolism of the tabu act.

"What do you want ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your pussy. Please let me, mistress,"she said softly with her rosary astragal wristbands ticking as she bent her radiocarpal joint to still the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her hired man, inviting Rosmarinus officinalis experience the art of cunnilingus. With molly now working her thumb in Rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the garden angelica leaned down and kissed the brim of Selene's pussy like a religious artifact. Selene gave a soft discharge of breath in delight, enjoying a strange and new horse sense of control over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a key growl as she laid her manus on the top of Rosmarinus officinalis's foreland and gently pushed down.

Five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an erecting hard and strong enough to hit a baseball. The prospect before him was driving him rampantly with intimate hunger and inflammation : the rolling of Selene's tongue across her brim as she shifted her school principal from side of meat to side in bliss, the whine of joy being given off my Rosmarinus officinalis as she feasted on another woman's pussy for the first prison term in her aliveness, and the paradigm of Molly's forefront buried between rosemary's cute ass brass as she worked her tongue back and forth in her anus.

peal over, molly lied down on her backbone and moved her heading between Rosemary's leg. Raising her header, she flicked her tongue around velvet scuttle of Rosemary's cunt, sending shivers of felicity through her pale defenseless body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's kitty and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would pull out her fingers and lap up them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and break me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's rim, Rosemary began kissing her body first.

deciding to drill the dominant persona that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her pilus and raised her head teacher."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the screen background, Molly's failed attempts at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the same, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No schoolmarm,"she panted, feeling a euphoric tightness in her dresser at being scolded.

"Am I going to throw to penalise you ?"

"Yes Mistress, please punish me."

mollie and Selene switched topographic point with Rosemary staying on her hands and knees. Molly against the headboard with an evil smile on her case and genus Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her hired man across the woman's soft rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his chela in prediction. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! penalize me, Mistress !"she yelped as a deliquium red weal appeared on her puerile rear end.

mollie's thighs shook as she resisted the urge to clamp her legs together against the strong ticklish shiver at the sound of rosemary's well-chosen cry. The contorted look of delight and pain in her confection face was driving her wilderness with naughty desires. Selene ran her tongue across her palm and finger as if licking off a scrumptious taste, and then with her hired man wet, she smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's early ass cheek, leaving a exchangeable welt and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minute, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the slavish sex-slave moaned in pleasance. By the time she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquidity arousal trickled down her wooden leg, cliff by drop.

"Have you learned your lesson ?"genus Selene asked, swinging her hand to alleviate the aching sting in the heart close. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet smile, Selene ran her hand across Rosemary's ass, up her rachis, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the coal black goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, scented child. Here, let mama have everything better,"genus Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left boldness. The gentle sweet contact was like ice pick after a spicy dinner to Rosmarinus officinalis, and she licked her lips from the sensual taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a good girl. Now, show me what you learned and take up kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

molly smiled and licked her lips with her peg spread and a athirst ‘ come hither'feeling in her center. Making for certain not to rival her, Rosemary crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm bosom. Lowering her case, Rosemary gently brushed her lips against molly's, relishing the experimental jot and feeling of another woman.

"Try using your spit,"Molly whispered as she blew on Rosemary's lips.

rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this prison term swishing her tongue between Molly's soft lip. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own tongue into the Archangel's wet mouth, licking every turning point and inviting Rosemary deeper into the osculation. In a issue of seconds, they were French kissing like a twain of pornography stars on ecstasy. Their tongues were wrapped around each former and every drop of saliva in their mouths was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her breasts as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three woman holding their faces against each other as their lips and natural language flirted in a wet animal hug. While they kissed, mollie and genus Selene began fingering each other while Rosemary worked her finger's breadth between her own branch. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum kickoff to exudate from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to figure out my twat ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and turned around on top of Molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosmarinus officinalis began going down on molly, mollie smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet-flavored clapping audio and watching as the wavelet traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her nous, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her Friend, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's cunt and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the delectable orifices. While Rosmarinus officinalis ate out molly and Selene ate out rosemary, mollie contended herself with just laying her headway back and relishing the cloud nine, while she reached out knead genus Selene's dickhead with her middle finger's breadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a wide grin as rosemary's hums and flaccid moans of pleasure began to submit a higher and louder tone. genus Selene and molly were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's grinning grew wider and wider as Rosemary's moan signaled the climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a mute thigh-slapper of blissfulness into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a immense stir of clear orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, eyes all-encompassing with a look on their faces like a pair of computerized tomography playing with a piddle balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosmarinus officinalis whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of mollie's breasts, hungrily sucking on Molly's mammilla and making her devotee purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more than, Selene began working her finger quickly in Rosmarinus officinalis's loosened pussy, trying to reignite the climax before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her instant, completely soaking Selene and molly in another sprayer of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the succus into her pelt like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how much we can get. rosemary, roll over."

rosemary did as she was told and Molly sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her cervix bent and her stern in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her side, the Archangel loving the feeling of genus Selene's full phase of the moon firm ass impudence smothering her. Her hungry shrieking increased in volume as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her kitty and asshole.

With their persistence and science, the two holy man brought rosemary to a 3rd orgasm in phonograph record time. Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosmarinus officinalis's back talk, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her sass clear with her glossa out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her human face, chest and abdomen. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the spray soaked her like a cascade, oiling her body in the char's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosemary's modest knocker, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her tit with saliva.

As the jet ceased, mollie rubbed Rosemary's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky flesh as glorious radiancy. With their naked consistence slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each former like seals while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in wild lust. molly and rosemary were lying on either side of genus Selene, each with one of her nipples in their suck in back talk while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming bit. Watching them, Baltoh could not break pre-cum from trickling down the scape of his turncock. He could no longer take it ; he needed to feel them.

With his cock standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his invertebrate foot and walked over to the bed. All three char were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked bodies wet with the new girl's juices like body oil. Rosemary and mollie each used their fingers to spread Selene's pussy lips and ask over him, with all three fair sex lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and mesh backtalk with genus Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the lonesome woman there to him while he entered her. Her cunt was so out-of-doors and volition for the penetration, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's flash gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with trench separatrix. While genus Selene was fucked, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her nipples and slathering her melon breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her flat belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up stop number, Selene was ineffectual to hold their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the adjacent several transactions, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his lips up and down her neck opening, lovingly kissing her soft kin.

Before too prospicient, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her friend's font with her bountiful breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of genus Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering molly in a single positive thrust. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like military capability, sending ripples through her hourglass physical structure 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 mogul that she could not breathe, Molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as genus Selene motor boated her tit like nympho.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her wooden leg spread and her eye filled with desire, yearning to again feel a cleaning woman's natural language between the lips of her pussy. mollie hungrily obliged, burying her boldness between Rosemary's slim down thighs and boozing in her juice as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his keister, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to draw in out of mollie, Rosemary was quick to crawl over to him and begin sucking him off, bore to exploit any chance to both taste the blond beauty's juices and ingest his cock in her mouth. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to commence riding him, while pulling her over with his stern around her throat. rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the mental feel of his assurance weighing down on her. The top executive in his voice and the tightness of his nates around her balmy throat was so oppressive, she even felt fear towards him, and that fright drove her wild with rousing. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the lowly of moans as she lowered her petite body onto his cock.

Her young frame shaking, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her pharynx like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her low body as she fucked him. Helping her ride his cock, he wrapped his tail around her chest of drawers and berm like a harness, using his musculus in the tentacle-like extremity to raise her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her minor yet perky breasts.

With his hefty cycle, he quickly drew another spray from ‘ Old faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to enlighten his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and mollie crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his buttocks, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his face, sucking on her soft wet interior while Selene mounted him. With her back to him on all tetrad, genus Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her dead body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's pecker as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that sentence doing Pilate. With her tit bouncing like stave punching traveling bag, genus Selene's deep grunt from the pulverization of her cocksucker by Baltoh's rooster were sundry with blissful moans as mollie began licking the chocolate-shade backtalk of her cunt. The third gear form of pleasure came from Rosmarinus officinalis. With Selene leaning back, Rosmarinus officinalis was lovingly kissing her neck opening and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his cock. As genus Selene gluttonously sucked his cock, Baltoh released Rosemary from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure genus Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to appease her Master and satisfy her kept woman. No yearner pinned down by Selene and rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced mollie, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, hungry manifestation on her boldness. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with manhood with the other, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his intact cock in her shapely ass.

With her anus relaxation every second to accommodate his bulging putz, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. Molly's unharmed body shook with each deep thrust and she was giving an unwitting gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthermost corners of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their kitty together and moaning at the kinky touch of their soft mouth making out like a twain of lovers.

With all the move the four orgy extremity were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the percentage point of collapse. Throughout the inning, screws and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the completely frame became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three women turned to him like big cat hearing the opening of a can of food for thought, and like cats hearing the opening move of a can of food for thought, they all wanted to satisfy their mouth. mollie was the fastest, quickly turning around and claiming his stopcock with her lips and tongue. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his tail around her mortise joint and lifted her leg, granting him access to her anus. While the position made it unmanageable, he was able-bodied to insert her and begin taking a irksome yet firm rate of penetration and abjuration. It only took Baltoh a few seconds to get used to the post before he took his common machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost brute speed. Rosemary's groan where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their sass locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the chain, genus Selene was working her finger's breadth in Molly's asshole, increasing the number as the moment ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole hand in my ass,"mollie groaned as Selene managed to ferment four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her whoreson sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingers, adding her pollex. molly's breathing became threatening and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's deal. Not slowing down, Selene worked her entire hand into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet softness for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it clean. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a large glob of saliva into her digit and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making mollie hum in kinky euphory. Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but watch in astonishment as Selene fisted her champion, working her helping hand in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the thick corners of mollie's asshole, with molly on her hands and articulatio genus and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in Molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

Molly smiled and lowered her head down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her completely eubstance shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal retentive pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over lieu, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against mollie's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thigh with her mouth spread out, waiting to enamour any drops that came her way. Her ebony body shook with each knock-down thrust Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strength and loving the feeling of her warm soft inside. Rosemary was biting her lip and giving a pipe up whine as she fingered her scratch furiously, trying to meet everyone and bring forth another spray.

The mathematical group's patience was rewarded once Rosemary had her sexual climax, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a splash of climactic juices sprayed from between the flower petal back talk of her catch like the popping of a pee balloon. Selene laughed as numberless drops landed on her aspect 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 keep from spilling any.

"Just time lag,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his peter into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her body and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, shag my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from rosemary as lube to actuate through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rough seas, Rosemary stood beside him, running her bridge player across his chest and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking molly's snatch and drinking the succus that were trickling from her cocksucker. To the wonderful music of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked Molly for ten neat minutes without slowing down or stopping to catch his breathing spell. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to clobber her asshole clean house and genus Selene took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her sassing with a smile on her face and rubbed it into her skin.

grasping Baltoh's hand, genus Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her kitty against the peter of his pecker while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the soft wet lips and get in nice and deep. With Baltoh's cock right where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her articulatio coxae, swinging her broken body so that her fan's cock swept the interior of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a round reddish brown table, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender dead body. Beside them, Molly and Rosemary were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

belongings Selene in his weapon system, Baltoh sat up with her body perpendicular to his, her pegleg wrapped around his torso and her hired hand looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his weapon system, he began moving her whole body like a doorknocker, slamming her business firm ass against his lap and fucking her skillful and late, drawing forward moans of pleasance with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the fervour and anticipation was driving her more barbarian than an real one.

After a quarter of an hour, he sensed that it was once again time to switch places. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting Selene on the bed and turned to Molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each former over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up fashion with her ramification around his waist and her pussy elevated.

Entering her with consummate aim, he began moving his body in a wave, sending a pendulous ripple through his peg and sticker to draw out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few moment, he switched to Rosmarinus officinalis, and while the two of them fucked, Molly moved over to her lesbian buff and began kissing Selene's consistency, idolizing her beautiful form. genus Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the tactile sensation of Molly's brim against her bare cutis. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was clock time to switch places.

He rolled off of rosemary and mollie quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. Molly's consistency shook as Baltoh's turncock stuffed her cunt to its level best capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her hip so that he would induce way to steer. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top upper, making her scream in surprise and happiness as he moved faster than any man could. With her consistency stationary, Selene and rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her nipples, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their clapper. After five minutes, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his cock into her anus. Molly's groan took a much small and deeply hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost cruel hurrying, driving straight up into her shapely body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umptieth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and drift on his position, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosmarinus officinalis, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his prat while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but potent tempo. Molly had her neck knack between rosemary's spread wooden leg and was licking the corner of her pussy with Baltoh's moving light beam rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his torso while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his conversancy with the position, he was able to hump Rosemary at fully pep pill, but in order to keep this beat going, he had to move around his tending away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosemary, Selene lied down behind him, holding her eubstance against his with her forehead pressed against the back of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a loving embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her sexual climax, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal brawn trying to expel his rooster. Upon its removal, Rosmarinus officinalis got up and turned around, taking his pecker in her mouthpiece. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and lips, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for near life. Through their signature, he could feel her emotions, her hump desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if Rosmarinus officinalis wasn't even there, he pulled is stopcock from her soft mouth and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the sassing, making them both grin."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his paw against her smooth out 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 inviolable but slow pace. She was clawing at his back, unable to provide a scar on his steely cutis as he touched all the right places at the perfect speed and in flawless succession in a way that only a avowedly devotee could. Watching them, Molly had a tender smile on her typeface from her invidia of their relationship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them refill their romantic seclusion for a little bit. She then looked at rosemary and giggled at the feeling of rejection of hunger for attention on her nerve.

swathe her arms around Rosmarinus officinalis, he pulled her aside to get out half of the bed to the two lover."Come here sweetheart, let me demo you why 69 is my preferred number."



Three hr and gobs of climax later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and Molly were scattered across the bed with the tabloid tangled. The bed itself was now on the level since the shape had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juice of the three womanhood, most of which came from rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The walls had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the charwoman drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to move and the pussies and nooky of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even feel anything from the waist down.

"I think we're going to involve a new hotel room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a tenacious shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"Molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, bruise, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to free her hands from the handcuff made from her panties.



"So, any luck in finding information on the Throne of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an office construction rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The few Trygve Lie and delusion we find on that blasphemous insult, the better."

"tinker's dam it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as daimon roue runs through his mineral vein, he is the greatest menace 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 things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or Messiah, yet I hear grumble about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a cult following and there is no way to block off it. We are tenacious past the use of retentivity wipe, the curtain has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jehovah the hoi polloi are seeing behind that drapery, but an irregular vigilante without loyalties."



The following night…

"sea captain, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the urban center of New House of York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into hell. While on the aerofoil, the space above and around the city was shadow with dim swirling igniter like a syncope dawning, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the Null Void between property was like hovering future to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flash. Above them, deluges of flak and oestrus were pounding the rocky island that the city was sitting on without pause like the choppy sea on a beach drop. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping sentry for giant and Masters of agony. I know we would normally have holy man acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a unmarried sec. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosmarinus officinalis could respond, a chorus of boom as loud as the Krakatoa extravasation reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis have to cover their ears."Speak of the fiend, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to terminate one of his flack.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his foeman came into view in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New House of York with roue lustfulness. The first was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the Empire State building and a eubstance well over two Admiralty mile long. It had one peachy black eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fangs. The second resembled a moth but with large knock-down legs, jagged annexe spraying poison gas, a mat of pinion instead of fur, and horns in space of its antennae. The third gear looked like a triceratops but with lots longer and more conciliatory limb, long claw and carnivorous fang, and a pair of wings. The quaternary looked like an eagle with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every wing as acutely and hard as a steel razor. The one-fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with fender burning with blackamoor flames and was just as large and brawny as any Titan.

With a boom of conclusion, Baltoh fired a word of advice guessing down at the oncoming giant, using only as very much power as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its wax business leader. The Titans all dodged the good time with ease and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : change state back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every drop of get-up-and-go I have in a single blast !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede colossus hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first of all move will face obliviousness ! A match of you might be able-bodied to elude, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to construct that sacrifice ?"he roared with a unholy growl in his throat.

The Titans all shied away at his threat, giving one finish despiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



genus Selene was lying in the bed of their reanimate hotel room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from safeguard duty, but when her booster and lesbian buff showed up with null to do and bored out of her mind, it didn't take much to trigger a agile fling. With their voiced wet pussies grinding and kissing each other, both women cried out in happiness as they had their final exam orgasm and fell backwards, their trunk trembling and their knocker heaving.

Panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while mollie kissed genus Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are affectionate today,"genus Selene mused.

mollie stopped kissing her and became silent."Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a low smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her rim against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her Quaker and lesbian fan hesitated before speaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his preferent, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what Selene's chemical reaction would be.

Selene just gained a full warm grinning and cupped molly's cheek."That's wonderful, when did this starting signal ?"

"Right after that world-class conflict, I asked Baltoh to piss dear 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 unattackable touch sensation for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"wellspring we've been talking a lot since our first troika so I've gotten to bonk him, not to bring up he is the absolute greatest buff I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could have got what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a competition between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."William Tell you what, if Baltoh has standardised tactual sensation for you, then you and I will be equals in this human relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to quit inviting you to unite us. We may even get Rosemary to conjoin our little phratry, I'm surely starting to care her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their rim join over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their hands across each other's naked torso and their set up teat brushed against each former over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their care 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 protagonist in the spotlight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's Bible, molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely raw. He already had a thrill erecting as he looked at her beautiful luscious body and genus Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"Molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked deep into her eyes, noting the nervousness on her brass. It was just like that time on the roof of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can have it away me just as you and I love her. I don't precaution if you love her More than me. I don't caution if she is your favorite. I just want you to know me too."

Baltoh held his breathing time and looked at genus Selene, who had only a fond smile on her font. Baltoh took a abstruse breathing space and looked back at molly with uncertainty on his aspect."I'm sorry, but I can't make out you the way I love Selene."

Selene's smile faded and Molly looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"But…"he began as he lifted her chin and looked into her eye with a small but strong smile,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely unique way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas tree diagram and with genus Selene watching them with the Saame smile she would have while watching the happy ending of a love life story, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each other and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. Come on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a like girlish giggle, mollie climbed back up onto the bed, settling her raw body next to Selene's. Giving a warm grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two weeks, battles raged endlessly between the horde of Heaven and Hell in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more Masters of twisting attacked the urban center, obeying tenebrific'cautious will. However, they were not protected from scalawag Titans attacking on their own. A total of six corking behemoths attacked the city over the course of the siege, each prison term needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's rage clap. The defenders were favourable that Tenebrous had the loyalty and obedience of the bulk of the titan, because if they all decided to attack at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and holy person universe would have a heavy cost. to a greater extent and more people were being recruited to fight the hellish threat as bodies were burned and dispatch friends and loved 1 were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New York, it was impossible for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flaming until not even ash remained. The city streets were mucilaginous with dried line and reeked from the smelling of buttered carcase, and just keeping some sense of sanitation was requiring as a great deal effort as healing and repairing. If the decreasing number had a silver lining it was that there were at least less mouths to feed.

After the battle against the sea captain of Torture and his heavyweight saddle horse, the multitude viewed Baltoh in a new sparkle and his substance of petition was taken literally among a large population of the human and Angel inhabitants. In the established shelters scattered throughout the urban center, countless small clump of people could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the angel, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the savior of the human race in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them safe from the Army of wickedness and fighting evil. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing buildings, he was spending time and making love with Selene or mollie, together as often as separately. rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though a good deal of the time, the two of them were suggest without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a liveliness that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's monumental modification in so unretentive of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive air of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his restless slumber. Her glassy-smooth soundbox pressed against his, Selene's eyes bolted open as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straitjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel way balcony, taking trajectory. Soaring across the metropolis, Baltoh's tenderness seemingly became still in his chest of drawers as he sensed multiple entities approaching netherworld, all Masters of agony and Titans. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the guild for them all to assail ? Was he or one of the Princes of Scheol leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to sway as nifty fissure crack opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with lingua of crimson fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, large sections of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a cakehole between the city and Hell. With a soul-crushing bearing, over a twelve black flying lizard rose up from the fervency, each as great as the two-headed beast that had attacked New York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian ice and were just as sharp, their claws were an eerie and sickening shade of lily-white similar to the face of a corpse, their red eyes glowed like balefire, liquid phantasma fire dripped from their colossal fangs instead of spit, and their talkative extension were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to bulk large. Riding on the backs of each dragon behemoth like a flee on a dog stood a Master of anguish, each selfsame in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is unimaginable. Even if I were to use one of my gust, there is no way I would be able to vote out more than a span before the residual learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of frigidness hydrargyrum running through his mineral vein.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice thick with fear.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every fibre of his being to suppress his own affright. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to celebrate combat for her, no issue what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and genus Selene met with all the Archangels at the banking company of the river, already having summoned four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons and prepared for conflict. Among them were mollie and all of the Angels, knowing that their effectiveness would be needed. However, instead of beginning their besieging on the city, the Masters of Torture just hovered in place on their climb, as if just waiting for something.

A instant passed before Baltoh had the courage to utter up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the full stop where it had turned into a heavens of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a attention in the world.

"What display ?"Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the appointment. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the iniquity. Do you know what happened exactly one calendar month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end clock time had come. The search for the Throne of Cinereo had drowned in the sea of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to visualise out a way to end the madness.

"The pyrotechnic should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas plosion, illuminating the urban center and shooting upwards as it began to shake wildly. Back on terra firma, the dome of black smoke around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Hell back, began to unfold up while the Hell flames surged up the shaft carved into the planet like a chimney flak. A kettle of fish opened up in the very top of the covered stadium, and like a vacuum, the air and hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a giant steam jet. A curtain of burning cloud began to expand outwards from above the state of matter of New York, encompassing the globe with pitch blackness lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on worldly concern simultaneously fell to their knees, tear 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 judicial decision prophesized in the Book of revelation. This was merely the end of the mankind, brought on by the forces of wickedness. In every body politic across the globe, hoi polloi began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to save their souls as the wall between globe and Hell opened up.

As the dome up on dry land opened up like a efflorescence flower, the city of New York began to fall apart away into oblivion as it entered the universe of sin, being burned away like a meteor passing through worldly concern's atmosphere. Out in the fringe, construction and city blocks were falling away into Hell with tidal waving of bloody fervor surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Angelica Archangelica fell to their articulatio genus, cursing themselves and destine."We failed, the power of Scheol have bested us and brought about the end of the world. We were supposed to protect the universe of discourse and all sprightliness 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 vitriolic snag streaming down his face.

His whole body numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had rent running down her face. The strait of Selene's dolourous sobs pierced his heart like a rust blade, hurting him more than any physical injury could. He stepped over to her and mollie moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the brow, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening bar on her cheeks.

"Always recall that everything I did was out of dearest for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a substance, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his wings and widening his position. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to chance everything and challenge portion,"he said, placing his hands on the atomic number 26 shackles and prayer beads mountain chain around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will kill you !"Raphael shouted.

"I know ! But the top executive rise may be just enough to let me alter the post ! If I can't seal the portal, I can at least try to decelerate it down and charter as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his digit underneath the bead cords and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became hard with energy and drew the tending of the Masters of overrefinement. Realizing what he was about to do, they drew their swords and leapt from their mounts, terrified of what would happen.

"layover him ! He must not break those adherence !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never admit iniquity to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bonds off like paper bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of melanize and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his break off Julian Bond. A wave of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New House of York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the ground for dear biography, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling twister of power. Over the auditory sensation of wave after undulation of energy surging out from him, everyone could hear Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as office swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of Torture were being held in the clutch of their behemoth mounts, having been caught when the rush in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of power, filled with terror as the light and moody energy of the vortex fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a distortion gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not potential ! He fused archangel and daimon baron together into a whole new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street Emily Post so as not to be blown away.

The surging king interrupted their conversation, but Rosmarinus officinalis was capable to answer the question in her mind. ‘ The breaking of the shackle and rosary chains, they are releasing so much power in his body that they are being forced to trammel together, like gas being compacted to the compass point of becoming a liquid ! It's not possible ; his trunk should stimulate been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and batch of the vitality building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary drop, it's like they are canceling out each other's minus 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 exceed past his— ‘

eventide her inner thoughts were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding saturation and completely consuming it. The large igneous waterspout of world power continued to grow, surging upwards through the Void between proportion and crashing against the barrier between the world of the support and netherworld. Like the Hellfire before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the threshold carved into the dry land, moving through the shaft in the drape and impertinence like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the expanse formerly around New York to run the spraying nether region flames, but they were stopped dead in their path as the remnants of the attic of blacken Mary Jane shattered like glass and a brilliant gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of mil per sec, the twisting torrent of energy consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in blank, astronauts observing the planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of illumination wrapped around the state of matter of New York, New England, the easterly glide, all of America, and the stallion western sandwich hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a bit, the Earth and the gyrating exponent bam looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across terra firma, architectonic dental plate grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer bed of the planet, the sea formed undulating tidal undulation across its airfoil, and the clouds became slap-up birl typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their being and black holes became like pearls as they were bombarded by more than energy they could absorb. Around the world, the flaming cloud of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of Christ Within and power surging out from the towering waterspout like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. citizenry continued praying but at new f number and with unfermented heat, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first clock time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding light, Selene held onto the primer coat for dear life as moving ridge after Wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his fount was and column inch from hers and their lip were just above to allude. tear streaked her face, but she did not know why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my beloved,"she whispered.

In the very nitty-gritty of the storm, Baltoh continued his yell of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and power he felt flooding his body and nous were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original hybrid tycoon to this would be like comparing the vigour of a lit candle to the gamma ray burst of the death of a maven. While unlimited tycoon entered his eubstance, knowledge and discernment flooded his mind, bringing forth omnipotence and unique sapience, allowing him to fully infer what was happening and the shift that was taking place.

In nirvana and Hell, Yahve and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was unacceptable. Against all betting odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with rival if not greater exponent than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega divinity, one who would change the condition quo in a way that the three universes 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 unharmed bodies shaking, everyone got to their human foot blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the garden angelica fell to their knees, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's consistency had completely changed, having undergone a forcible transmutation with the process. His clothes had gone from moody grayness to a deep blue, his dark hair had become blond, and his pale complexion had become a tidy tan. His hook were gone, having been replaced with small metal plates that protruded from his flesh and covered his brass knuckles and backs of his finger's breadth and hands like roofing tile. His tail was also missing. Instead of horns or a halo, he had a miniature galaxy rotating above his head. His four fender had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no framework ever known and carrying the shimmering appearance of the cosmos, with the stars, nebulae, and bright clouds of detritus and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a windowpane looking at space itself. Last but not least, his middle had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling shower of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his favourable irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her voice quivering and her body refusing to move.

With the most warm and passive face to ever cross her brass, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her body from the mental paralysis her trouble had inflicted and filling her with relief and felicity. He then began to walk over to her, with every footfall he took causing the ground around him to shiver and for a subdued deep hum to be heard, like the strait of a submarine 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 wit was overpowered by the joy of a K co-occurrent orgasms, while a protrusion of the birth of the macrocosm and all of its story was played for her psyche's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that resolve your question ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the delight end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his weapons system with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his articulation weak.

With his smile widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her kiss, as if going through a substance withdrawal."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the Masters of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his brand in hand.

With a grotesque bellow, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's school principal, but before it even made link, the daemon was thrown back with his soundbox dematerializing, as if every corpuscle in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an inconspicuous force cast the passkey of Torture digression with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Lord warrior without even acknowledging his existence. It was as if by ecumenical law, beings not of Baltoh's level of divinity fudge were foreclose to touch him without his allowance, and the almighty superior of torture had just realized the penalty for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone take to a greater extent proof ?"

"retreat !"one of the Edgar Lee Masters of anguish howled before leaping onto the back of his shadow dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his comrade desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the trammel would admit me to chance upon the pot of Cinereo ; I was fully develop to die just then. By combining the mightiness of shadow and light together into a single Maker force, it seems I was able to overstep into a mellow being and achieve the blanket of a god. Here, let me show you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their articulatio genus as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck stop number. Without any conversion, the empty space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone shaft that the city had carved when it sank through the Earth. As it rose, the beam below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the airfoil, the metropolis slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue unmortgaged sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their shelter and looked at the sky and the white swarm, listened to the auditory sensation of the river woof back up, and smelled the bracing air. As one, every human and Angel raised their hands and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the roadblock !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again satisfying and infrangible. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by mankind. Never again shall the horde of Hell be any threat to this universe or its life forms. The barrier between this universe and paradise has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or Maker may record this kingdom or Hell without my license. As the Celestial Avatar, their mogul can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raffaello Sanzio asked, unable to trust that not only was the battle over, but that the need for Angels and Archangels was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still want to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Scheol and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Hell is to punish the wicked in the public figure of justice, not serve as the overrefinement keep of existence and house and advance the military force of evil. Tenebrous and his demonic legions have corrupted Hell with their shadow aspiration and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to eradicate evil, and now I finally have the major power to do it and work justice to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with equal determination.

Baltoh regained his smile and gave her a indulgent buss."Even as a god, I know that I can not check 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 rich breathing space and pulled off the crucifix around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my sum, my loyalty, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an Archangel of Jehovah, but a servant of the Celestial avatar,"she said, drawing harsh glares and heave disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this final quest. reckoning me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a space where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the mathematical group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the other Angelica Archangelica gave interchangeable yell of accord as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the chemical group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the death prison term you draw you're brand. Don't you want it to materialize while fighting side by side with your friends ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. several irregular passed by, with only the nothingness and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shake up Baltoh's hired man."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the sea-coast of the isle of the Damned, a Continent about the sizing of England and surrounded by a flavorless sea of hellfire, burning for timelessness and stretching Forth River without borders. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson cloud and inglorious lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the destitute landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning battlefield, lakes of bubbling magma, timberland of undead tree diagram, and jillion of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and sinner of Hell, all in the most cruel and cruel ways possible. But no issue how much the people suffered, they would not die or even lose consciousness. Their eubstance would bear on to renew instantly so that they could cover to suffer.

Among the people being tortured and used like striver, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and evildoer. With rusty swords and hitman cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptic landscape painting in fear and terror while desperately trying to escape from pain, if only for a suddenly time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's hand and trying not to vomit or cry.

"These are the Burning Pastures of the isle of the Damned, the first zone of snake pit. This is where new prisoners appear and where escaped prisoners flee to in the hopes of some form of safety. It is a battlefield, with the dead soul psyche fighting in and endless and hopeless war in rescript to take to the woods their anguish and penalty. Considering how this is always a battlefield, it's not surprising that it is also part of the Circle of Wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to rid the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, guiltless souls cursed for all eternity for minor infractions and sins. I may have been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading legion Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, century of thousands of suits of armor began to materialize, made of glistening puritanic metal and undestroyable silver that glowed like the lead. Protruding from their backs were boastfully annexe that seemed to be made out of Mercury while in their handwriting were bladed weapon system that were as long as auto and consisted of a retentive crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two point in time, parallel to the spine of the leaf blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both bridge player far apart, for a powerful discourtesy and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a magic spell like that performed,"rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my crusader, summoned with a trance that I myself invented from the power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which Eden and Scheol budded off from and its Energy was both the architect and stuff from which Archangel and devil spells were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the big businessman to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone inside of them, the suits of armor marched across the electrocution fields in formation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the ground and echoed through netherworld. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their massive blades and carving through off-white and flesh with ease. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every clip they came upon a human somebody, they would skim the soul to identify whatever it was that had banished that person to Hell, and if the somebody received their sentence through a serious crime like rape, larceny, adultery, or inequitable murder, then they were left buns. But if they were only shamefaced of diminished harmless sins, then the suits of armor would unfold up like blossoming efflorescence and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the suit of armour, the condemned soul would be given great strength and mightiness, even beyond Angelica Archangelica. With this new strength, the captive became the new Crusaders.

A great shadow filled the crimson sky as an US Army of Demons appeared, bringing forth Conjuring graveyard and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly summon M of Gargoyles and evildoer to recapture the captive of Hades. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to peck of speed. Half of them took flight of stairs while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud roar echoed from trench within the isle of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as giant and Bleaks began to develop. They were of all eccentric, creeds, and forms, ranging from lightlessness flying dragon, demonic shuttlecock, nightmarish insects, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beast with monstrous physical feature, and countless other beast that were large enough to tramp down a city and were adorned with horrifyingly infernal appearances.

With a crack of his fingers, Baltoh summoned causa of armor for all of the archangel, as well as Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their causa of armor as it wrapped around them like Venus flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masquerade party and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their gloriole burning in the kernel of a large golden human dynamo that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armour also had a a good deal sleeker and more form-fitting design, with amber lining every home base and an emblazoned hybrid on the breast plate. On top of liquid alloy flesh, each firearm and plate fit together like reptilian scales but with full self-coloured protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armour had a sure bulkiness, while the women's armor was Thomas More slender and flexible, while still consisting of turgid solid plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their blade, each remade with swell durability and cutting power.

For mollie, rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even more unequalled. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar systems, quite similar to the full miniature beetleweed above Baltoh's, and each with a rattling egg-sized star and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the former. While retaining their gold lining, the plates of their armor had changed in colouration, switching from chopper clean to a very abstruse and dark blue and decorated with patterns of small diamonds that looked like stars. Instead of a interbreeding like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal crest : two infinity symbols overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. Last but not least, their backstage themselves had gained a new variety, gaining a mercury membrane in place of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor 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 stop number, strength, and superpower up beyond my former level. deal it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, molly, and rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of holy person to turn my heavenly Valkyries. You three now have the power to harness the powers of the universe and elements as your enchantment, and noesis of how to use them will come naturally. With these sweetening, I believe I can entrust these behemoth to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingerbreadth, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in land, as if the human beings's most herculean atomic bomb had just been detonated. Everyone watched in repulsion and gagged as they felt a shadow and toilsome sense of dread as a malicious Department of Energy weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the first hellhole Prince and castor of judgment upon the new reaching. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll make it fast, just prepare for sure you take bearded darnel of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing mien of the approaching Hades Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitement and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's tidings, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to consign a Dark pulse rate, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in Scheol for three hundred years and was glad to have the major power to fight back. The beast released the blast, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armored fighter. The meliorist jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two ends of her weapon into the top of its skull and making surely not to lose any momentum or to force the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its oral sex in half down the middle. As she ran down its vertebral column, her blade cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its blackamoor tenderness. The wildcat fell over dead with its brains and blood spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a Crusader like a striking bird of Jove, skimming just over the ground with a lance in her bridge player. She reached out to jab the reformer, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than decent strength by his armor to face the sentient pudding stone. Using his newly-gained power, the meliorist reached out and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx and slammed her pile into the ground with devastating power, making her coughing blood from all the shredded channels and mineral vein in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the daemon, cutting her in half down the middle.

A meliorist flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down moving ridge of shadow fire into Baltoh's armies. The brute noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the first step, the meliorist flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery flesh that allowed it to hold back flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain in the neck and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its dorsum. The Gargoyle reached up with its can to try and smash up the Crusader, but he dodged with ease before he raised his weapon and slashed the savage across the dorsum of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain sensation but still had ascendency of its torso. It struggled to flap its wounded wing, but it could not train flight. Just before it crashed into the earth, the Crusader imbedded his weapon system in the cut in the back of the Gargoyle's neck opening. The dour monster landed in a burning field of operation, tossing soil 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 chap opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the opening in the earth and vast skeletal hands reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the US Army of crusader. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released various Dark Pulses into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"semen on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal wings and shot towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't showtime without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own Brobdingnagian meat cleaver.

With their recollective hair hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two women zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for conflict. Molly was the low to reach the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a holloa of determination, she spun around in the air and drop the arch blade with all of her speciality, imbedding the boundary in the corner of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its whole braincase shattered in a burnished 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 wickedness Pulse.

Moving faster than a speeding bullet, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its pricker between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with rest. The gargantuan monstrosity roared in agony as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its darkness Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, genus Selene zoomed straight up and shaft 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 grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her following movie, Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge flowing through her judgement. program line for a spell were entering her subconscious mind as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instruction manual, she began to dredge up her energy, feeling it naturally direct and get up itself.

Driven by unstoppable instinct, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : alight Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of pure electricity erupted from her palm, as strong if not stronger than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning tour used by archangel, this was true elemental electric car power, not an caricature made of holy energy. Moving almost at the amphetamine of light, the massive spate struck a Bleak in the center of its breast, shattering its costa and severing its back. As the dying monstrosity began to crumple, she fired again, this metre blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"Molly hollered.

glowing like neon gas, ash grey fart wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her head. With a roar of confidence, she threw the artillery at clump of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The pillar of glowing air current charged into the trio of frame and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their basis, 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 blade returned to molly like a boomerang and she gained a wide smile underneath the tinted glass bill of her helm. She finally had the true military strength to retaliate her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to bring in a certain fight with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."supernal Art : Cosmic Crush !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to set in motion a barrage of dark impulse, their consistency began to shake violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a weighted leash and crashed into the ground, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the force of gravitational force on their consistency, multiplying their own weight by Sir Thomas More than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : asterisk nascence !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that Molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a arena of red light blastoff across the loose infinite and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. genus Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a fire mushroom cloud swarm, originating from inside its head. The magic spell she had just used mimicked the fiery unification cognitive process that takes space in superstar, causing a small-scale nuclear burst inside the beast. It was basically a cracker compared to the nuclear detonation caused by nuclear bombs, being only strong enough to annihilate a urban center pulley-block. She pointed at two more Bleaks and killed them in the Lapplander way, obliterating them form the inside out with lowly atomic explosions.

"Celestial Art : shooting star eradication !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the basis, a volcanic Boulder was pulled free and flew up to mollie. She pressed her script against it and the Boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the same stop number as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its chest, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to dust. The meteor shot off across the islet of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitational pull. By the metre it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the satellite, and it would only own one opportunity before shooting off into the completely empty outer space. For a split second, it skimmed across the combustion sea, but that light touch was more than enough to rocket a tidal wave of ardor out of ambit. The flaming cloud was almost as enceinte as the planet itself and hellhole shook wildly from the light yet sudden impact.

She called forth another boulder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to circumvent to avoid physical link, but even without touching the flying Boulder, the transonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right side of its trunk in a fraction of a second. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished construction, mollie looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another deadbolt of lightning.

The two ally looked at each early and then to the final examination Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the early in Demon-killing and have the in high spirits score. The Bleak was just about to launch a dark Pulse at the two cleaning lady when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their blazon, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken care of, the women both gave the mental command to retract their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective cogwheel like the opening of a puzzle box. With warm smiles on their faces, Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Godhead Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the milliped Titan that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan creature had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a watercourse of acid from its fanged rima oris. With a roar, Michael punched the behemoth in the middle of its body with all of his military capability, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its dead body. The mass of daemon spirits howled in pain in the neck as every stemma watercraft in its long dead body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a heavyweight before, even while casting the while, he would possess probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

subterfuge and in agony but still very much alive, the Titan hissed and launched a nighttime pulse herculean enough to blot out a hatful range. With golden flames automatically burning along the vane, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive tycoon like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a hitch, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both deal. With blinding intensity, the prosperous flames around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the titan was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal zip within the golden flames. At its pique, the sword was the route of a gilt burning tornado, heavy than any crack cocaine on solid ground. Filled with confidence, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning moonlight slash !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the giant, ripping its chief and the upper half of its body in half.



"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his hired man out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a century rays of Light Within began firing from his hand, each bending and straightening out with the favourable voulge blade at the ends leading them. The blades of energy and the giant star wings collided with each early like smoke in the air. Such a feat was out of the question without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"Angel Falls Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his focal ratio was 2nd only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original spell. The bird of Jove looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of monumental push blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten lode of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless stream of blades striking it with unstoppable mogul and literally chopping it to pieces. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"Angel Art : enlightenment flash bulb !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was undimmed than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the brilliantly luminousness and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the utter opportunity to swing his blade and lop off one of its hands in a unmarried slash. The Titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding ambo as the severed helping hand fell into the burning sea with a monumental splash. Spinning around, the behemoth swung his tail in an endeavor to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raffaello Sanzio stopped the massive flak with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one movement of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster virgule !"the giant roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five inconspicuous edges that were each mightily enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"Angel Art : Bill Gates of Heaven,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the stroke could reach him, a golden logic gate, as boastfully as the forepart of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the flack. With the holy energy that the gate was radiating with, the invisible steel couldn't even slip between the bars.

"backer Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the Titan could even earn what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as prominent as the Empire State building fell out the sky and struck it in the spinal column, piercing it through with its vivid weight and blasting its black heart right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : crushing Sea !"rosemary shouted as she dodged the night Pulse of a Panthera tigris Titan with a mat of shaft on its back.

Above her, a building-sized welkin of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous waterfall, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the rear end of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the Burning eatage, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal wave. Vast swarm of steam rose up into the sky as the body of water poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flame before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to duck the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"fiend Art : Debt retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its basis against the ceaseless flood. The surging surface of the water was further disrupted as slews of vast haggard paw reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like golosh to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : Stone Jaws !"she called with her heart electrocution with self-assurance and power.

Intercepting the bony manus, great daggers of land burst from the ground in the midst of the growing weapon, crushing them like branchlet in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating thunderbolt of electrical energy down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in torture as it was electrocuted with enough vim to major power an entire state. Bridges of electricity arched between its quills, its anatomy peeled and melted off its consistence, and smoke wafted from his mouth as its interior burned. It fell to its articulatio genus, letting the endless tidal wave backwash over it, but rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : quartz glass Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a great ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the pack was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue shade and shined like the stars. With a thunder, the Panthera tigris Titan fit from the surface of her sea, claws barred and black fire burning between its jaws. With a roar of determination, Rosemary slammed her decoration against the middle of the tintinnabulation, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded vigor that was six feet in diam. The blast struck the titan in the chest of drawers, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the beast and the flood now a hulk ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the entire block body structure exploded into icy gunpowder, killing all the daimon and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The engagement suddenly became silent as a deafening boom shook the islet of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to treat their ears to try and deflect the crippling noise. In the distance, a flame comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar shell before crashing into the reason in front of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wafture of fire. Standing in the flames arose a jumbo tool, great enough to crack up a Titan in its jaws and kick aside a lot like an exercise ball. It was Satan, the first base Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the stage of a Capricorn with immense stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, vast powerful weaponry lined with blades, serrated claw that were twice as long as his fingers, massive wing that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like car horn, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in revulsion at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to make love and fear.

"So the vigilance man comeback. Normally you would flee to the world of the living at the smallest house of my approaching. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not count, you always were and always will be nothing compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the level of the graven image and gone far past your puny world. You, the Inferno Prince of ire, is no more than of a terror to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! Demon Art : apocalypse Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a scarlet attack so mighty that only beings of the position of perdition Prince and eminent could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing exercising weight of the zip it was giving off, zip so glowering and powerful that it could kill a urban center of the great unwashed just through its ambient existence. The fire itself was so brawny that if launched from the sun during a wide conjunction, it would blot out every planet in the solar system. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and fear for Baltoh as the shine of the eruption made her flavour like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on nuclear explosion going off between his jaws, Old Nick fired the colossal beam of blood-red Department of Energy with almost ten clock time 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 sea of fire, sending burning tidal wave in all directions that could consume entire countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the shaft shot deep into the empty blank, soaring for several irregular before detonating in an plosion that looked like a supernova.

"good story that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Satan cackled as the skunk cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Devil's optic widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffective to believe that somebody, even Baltoh, could take a blast like that head-on and subsist. The dope and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely whole.

"If that's the substantially you can do, then you are even broken than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE the pits ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingers.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his organic structure went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his muscularity to finally release itself like body hotness and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's Energy Department closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every off-white in his organic structure simultaneously snapped and his physical structure began to crack in on itself. He raised his power levels as high-pitched as they could go, but he was basically trying to arrest back a tsunami with a rotting fencing. Every open blank space in his body began to give way under the strain, his broken bone being reduced to pulverize, his venous blood vessel and muscles tearing themselves to tear up. As the execution continued, his body began to funk as the weight of Baltoh's energy began compacting his speck themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the karyon and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his hand into a fist and Satan's whole organic structure snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and clayey as a pitch-dark hole. 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 flashgun, having been converted into raw vigour by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's keep moving. We have a entirely interior of a planet to unmortgaged out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the islet of the Damned with the jaws open in a angered holloa. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depths of Hell. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as large as Satan to pass through, while the slope were lined with countless staircases.

With Baltoh, the Archangels, the Valkyries, and the Crusader all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the resign 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 cradle for evil but its punisher. I will eradicate every last devil and Gargoyle and call for away the exponent from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of flock. Selene, Molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the Archangels and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his hand and a vault of heaven of luminousness appeared in his decoration, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully clear up it from that sphere, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well sustain just jumped off a cliff at dark and there was no other face. Selene and rosemary watched the passing side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human being skeleton. There had to be a billion different remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the threshold, as there may be some barriers and restrictions that even I won't be able to disclose,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that potential ? You're a god !"Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The entirely departure is that this is his world, his macrocosm. Down here, he makes the rules. I will be able-bodied to overcome most of his obstruction and normal, but we are on his turf and he has the home theatre advantage."

Baltoh and his mathematical group finally reached the buns of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new globe. In the distance, a city of blood-red sandstone, clappers, and undead trees woven into wicker social organization stood against the burning background. The construction ranged from small shack to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the people inside being tortured by Sinners. The metropolis itself was heavy than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the combustion pasture above, the land around the city was completely devoid and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded swarm swirled above their headway. The sky of Scheol was dissimilar from the sky of Earth ; it was… prominent. It was like the clouds were much higher in the sky with a larger standard atmosphere, providing an overwhelming intuitive feeling of exposure, like a mouse caught in the opened with a mortarboard flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a lot of reeking native sulphur, cracked and burning with a putrid smell as flame streamed out from the geological fault. The mountain had a wearisome hardened tip, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very posterior of the pit as a variety of agonizing landing for damned souls dragged across the Burning Pastures and barf down into the pit to hang down to the city. This idea was proven by the thousands of damned souls that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in painful sensation from their shatter skeletons and their normally lethal harm. Scanning their judgement with his own, Baltoh analyzed the sinfulness of everyone on the flock, and for the mass he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their lesion and bonded them with one of his suits of armor, recruiting them into his armies while the felon and guilty somebody were ignored. As the raining Crusaders organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the urban center of wrath, where the great unwashed who have sworn their commitment to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the rest of the hellish forces. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner population, this city is their with child beehive. This and the Burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and mollie were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are subway ? We didn't even return that far,"molly pondered.

"It's truthful, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a humankind that does not obey the natural natural law. This is a realm of religious mysticism and phantasm, not science and reason. The DoI of the major planet is a whole early world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the release of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering dagger of Harlan Fiske Stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a bolt of lightning of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering snake of electrical energy dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a smash, an explosion, or falling detritus. It was as if the pit was reaching through a hole in world itself like a pipage. In the city, the pinched followers of Tenebrous looked up at the pile in terror, having watched the thunderbolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to strike the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to conduct away the tycoon from the sinner once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crime, not become the skipper of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of clothes of armour and reformist, a winged stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall work down the rampart of this metropolis and carry on our siege on Hell ! Let these sinner know that their evil ambitions and wretched souls stand no chance against the big businessman of brightness level ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these monstrous intent back in their place ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a holloa of sureness and dedication, the Crusaders answered the call and began their charge. Half of the winged stallion took to the air while the former one-half galloped down the side of the mountain with their massive goose grass in hired hand and their armour shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the reformer flew and galloped towards the city of Wrath. Leaving their torture victim behind, the sinner gathered at the edge of the urban center in the X of trillion and prepared their defence reaction. As wafture after moving ridge of glistening champion surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a queer smiling on her lips.

"You're smiling. 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 power to slay malign once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never have dared of going up against the Hell Princes and trying to salary a war like this, but now I finally have the strong suit and ability to gain my ambition come dependable. And with you by my side, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her sassing against his, while drawing her steel with her costless hand."Let's go."

As the deluge of warriors approached, pointer and bullet train were launched from the city by the gazillion as the Sinners fought with weapons from all across time. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's army, but could do no hurt to the horses or their riders, as their armour was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny attack. Sprinting down the steep mountain, the mystic stallion panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or loss of military posture. Their powerful muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the land, shattering the brimstone like icy dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like blocking of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to off their tormenter, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their trust and dedication grew in intensity. By the time they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the synodic month, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the sinner below.

In one great crash, the ground troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the sizing of their arched blades to touch out and thrust and adhere the evildoer as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like twigs. all in or fatally wounded evildoer turned to ash as the last touch of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the reformer pierced the host of evildoer like a storage tank and drive deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the wing horses flew through the air, maneuvering between each demon as the Crusader would hit out and slash them with their arm. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by shaft of light, shot from the wings of the sawbuck like the feathering Arrow spell. The light DOE burned their flesh like window pane, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the city streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any sinner that approached without even acknowledging their cosmos. As he remembered, the building of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of pin from undead Tree, but they served a aim other than building stuff. The walls, level, and roof also served as prisons for damned soul with their consistence packed inside past the decimal point of being crushed to death or suffocation. Every organic structure had been pierced slews of times by steel rods that served as reinforcement for the buildings like the 2x4s of a house. The consistence were pressed against English sides of their wicker John Cage like nets of piano conducting wire with profligate streaming from the cuts that each branch had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in hurting from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their pleas, reading the mind of each psyche to discover their sins. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such penalisation, he freed them with his mind and created a suit of armor for them to bond to so that they could get together his ranks. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the building and felt macabre to his stomach. The people they were saving were locked in torture devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his mind with painful store from before his nascency as the hybrid. The sinner had preformed everything from assault to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a round of golf from a armoured combat vehicle shot through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to get any closer. He turned to the mechanically skillful monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human pearl. The sinner inside loaded another beat and fired, but just like the maiden, it exploded before it could touch him and the flame and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his paw into a clenched fist and instantly caused the tank to flick into the air and dematerialize, taking the passenger with it to the realm of nonexistence. A chorus of commotion reached his pinna and he turned with a diminished grin of amusement as a crowd of sinner came sprinting down the street with several Crusaders on hogback chasing them. The Sinners'emaciated pes clacked on the cobble ground as they ran desperately, unable to run away the Crusaders. With sinewy lilt, the men and fair sex hacked away at the evildoer, shattering their skeleton in the closet like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave loyal bows of their heads.

"Celestial Art : sculpture sirocco !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her work force at a radical of ogre, she released a herculean jet of sand that seemed to take form out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a theology Ray and it washed over the Demons with each grain striking with the power of a high-caliber hummer. The Demons howled in pain in the neck as their dead body were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty profligate and sleety soma streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening holloa that shook the burning sky. A great behemoth lowered itself from the swarm with a body that looked like a mix between a vulture and a tartar, with scraggy feathers, a long cervix, a fanged schnoz, and serpent center. It released a bone-chilling screeching and a nighttime heartbeat appeared between its jaws, strong enough to subscribe out the whole city. Before it could release the blast, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chains of light reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its beak disappeared. He snapped his finger once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the beast apart.

Within proceedings, a growing cheer echoed across the metropolis as the lowest conk out screams were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on world in all of its history.



The Sea of envy was in their deal and hearing mountain chain. screeching, as gamey as pennywhistle and as low as dying brute'could be heard, sending shudder crawling up everyone's spur. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in sin and his powers. Standing on the shore of the inky-black Negroid sea, they watched as waves crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the nebuliser. They were chained to the ocean trading floor, staring aimlessly with glassy centre and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop-off, forced to support wave after arctic wave slamming into them and the unholy skirt and crustaceans of pit picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could stay on to finger pain. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their contrive igniter shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"red cent it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of Envy, the place where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Satan, Prince of ira, ran the Burning grass and the urban center of wrath, Leviathan, Prince of Envy, is in ascendence of this ocean. Here, the oleaginous water poisons their physical structure like battery window pane to represent how envy poison the head and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their feelings of inadequacy crushed them and made them jealous of others. And that isn't even counting all the Demons and Gargoyles underneath the aerofoil, torturing them without pause. Now the exclusively things they envy are those that no prospicient subsist. This place is cunning, as it has the greatest issue of Titans and it is difficult to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the immediate area to estimate out which ace were guilty, and which ones were destitute. Those that were driven to entrust offence and caused harm because of their invidia were left to stew, while those who were only the victim of human nature had their irons broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still cognisant and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another Army of winged causa of armor on flying horses to recruit the freed psyche and bump off the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting H2O, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the water with their two-handle steel, slaughtering the Gargoyles and tool of darkness just below the surface. Any suit of clothes that weren't fighting bonded themselves to disengage prisoners, granting them their big businessman. The luminosity energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged idea and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and daemon swam thick below the Earth's surface to escape the carnage, thinking they would be safe. The malign fauna were filled with scourge as the meliorist and their horses dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with incredible velocity, they followed the beasts deep and deeper into the water, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the grouping grew minuscule and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean floor dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to dig into the non-white profundity of Hell. As the Crusaders chased down the wretched creatures, their weapon and the fender of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

trench in the shadows, a nifty eye opened.



From the shifting waves of the ocean, a colossal whale fusillade from the ocean. Its mouth was open and total of jagged teeth, its rachis was covered in spikes, and it was tumid enough to snap up an aircraft carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing several hundred Crusaders in the cognitive operation. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt of lightning from the air above him, capable to draw forth and release the vigour without even using his body or a source. The beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and erupt out of the rachis of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its mind. The all in fauna sank below the airfoil as the bottom-dweller creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the Earth's surface as a monolithic set of nipper reached out and tried to snatch up the flying Crusaders. They managed to debar the massive claws as the Titan rose to the surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four sets of tweezer and a posterior like that of a Scorpio. A night impulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitch of his eye, a spinning disk of energy appeared above his brain and injection towards the Titan, expanding to the beast's size of it. The phonograph recording collided with the Titan's aspect and vertically sliced it in half. Once the leaf blade reached its stinger, the charging Dark beat exploded and ripped the dead body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a vast host of Titans began to appear from the darkest depth of the sea, each resembling a creature from terra firma. There were sharks that just had rotary pits of dentition instead of heads and jaws, calamary with tentacles lined with blades of bone, crabmeat that had lot blanketed with palace on their shells, sword fish with serrated dig that could give the sack nighttime impulse from the tip of the brand, and millions of unholy piranhas that were individual mobile phone of a single Titan.

As the legions formed, one final entity rose up from the depths. The creature was as large as Satan with despicable green tegument, an apish torso, webbed fingers with sharp claws, outstretched wings that looked like the skin of frogs, and a pass that looked like an octopus with almost a one C long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the quietus of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a grinning on her facial expression."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titans ? I wouldn't mind testing my speciality against a Hell Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

Selene gained the same smile."I like this theme. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you want to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Hell Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed handwriting, 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 timeless existence !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like caoutchouc and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and archangel split up to dodge the attempt and each got read to counter.

"Angel Art : plume Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"Angel Falls Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam of light from each hand, both the size of office buildings.

"angel Art : fizgig of portion !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a flashing torrent of leaf blade of golden light with each radio beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling eruption of electrical energy from her palm.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"rosemary cast, drawing a lens in the air and then launching the sky-blue beam.

"Celestial Art : clapper Of gabardine Flames !"Molly yelled, raising her arms above her point and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of chopper fire and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to burn diamond.

Combined with the attacks of the other Archangels, the immense cascade of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a dozen drunken revelry lick, knocking him back and drawing Forth a howl of hurting, but causing no seeable terms to his physical structure. Stepping out of the cloud of dope, he only roared in Erinyes and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a cloud of Gaul lingua. As they shot forward, fanged mouths opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hungriness for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as loose as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"fountainhead it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"ejaculate on male child, there is no way we'll rhythm him from a distance. We're going to have to get up close and return some literal impairment,"rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to redeem our fundament ! He'll never let us live it down !"genus Selene laughed as she spread her wings and wing towards Leviathan with her blade in helping hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dove into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to demo you the true benefit of being god, the one thing that only individual in my league can attain. Celestial Art : fauna Kingdom beleaguering !"Baltoh called as he clapped his custody together.

Up above the sea, a miraculous thing began to take place. issue was forming from thoroughgoing energy and rearranging itself into specific compounds and mote. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino acids, and they in bout joined together to create cellphone. Jehovah could make garden angelica, Tenebrous could create Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could produce life.

Announcing their arrival, eagles, hawk, and falcons, all large than titan and each with cracking furiousness and durability, swooped down to start out their struggle. Every feathering on their bodies was glowing faintly, showing the protective Department of Energy sealed within. Showing no care, the fowl of prey obeyed the will of their Maker and attacked the Titans, snatching them justly out of the water with their yearn talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the raspberry with Dark heartbeat and other spells, but their proficiency had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their feather were acting as energy sender that cloaked them in a protective aureole, and the vigor they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claw tearing through material body and bone with comfort, the raspberry threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty colossus off with their wing, cutting through the daimon'dead body with their feathers harder and sharper than katanas. parentage and butchered body parts rained down as the behemoth were chopped to spell, completely lost against the superior creatures.

With his handwriting still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating Thomas More creature in which to kill the Titans with. Sea serpents, miles long with bodies so boastfully that they approached Leviathan's sizing, rose up from the depths with booming roaring. Each serpent had glassy black torso, decorated with patterns of glowing white-livered air. The backs of their heads were guarded with flatness of bone spikes their eye glowed with power. With furious roar, the snake dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With herculean chomps, they crushed the organic structure of the monster like peanut shells and swallowed them whole, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, heaps of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their grim beat at once, trying to convey him out in the hope that his creations would die with him. The bang washed over Baltoh like a torrent but were unable to even tinct him, being deflected by an invisible oval shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the flak shrank and split into their last flickering beadwork of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his fingers interlocked."heavenly Art : Jehovah Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the squid that filled their rank and file. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on ground. Trapped in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood like animals caught in inured concrete, the Titan snarled and roared as they tried to break free of their wooden prisons, but even with all the long suit in their dead body, the wood held strong and carried a insanely ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast amounts of weak energy to counteract the toxic presence of the undead creature in their traveling bag, but they were also draining them of their power. It was as if the tree were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea serpent almost as large as mountain ranges attacking from below, and grabbing tree bursting from the priming like spike from a booby lying in wait, the giant had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would alternate into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast snow flurry of slashes. Butchered pieces of pulp were sent flying as the toilet line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their brand. They all had confident smile on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and dare they say even winning.

With a shout of finding, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a active bombardment of punches and recoil to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a line of sausage balloon. Even without using any variety of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the human eye could hitch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

pile below, Molly was launching sword of confidential information from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree being hit with the shockwave of an nuclear burst. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her whole. As she fell down its pharynx, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid state ice. With a grin, Molly released a raw burst of power from every inch of her body, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into composition. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at Rosmarinus officinalis, who had a lens of ice energy hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, molly blew a kiss to her gay woman concubine and rosemary responded by forming a V with her index finger and middle digit in front of her face.

Their flirting was cut poor as another drove of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hired man at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her go."celestial Art : Nuclear Flash !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her medallion, carrying with it both devastating estrus and deadly quantity of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden plosive consonant as the outer layer of their build were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic burst of Energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosmarinus officinalis threw the weapon system with all of her persuasiveness, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to burst into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from behind her as a radical of tentacles tried a surprise attack. Clapping her hired hand together, Rosmarinus officinalis cast her side by side spell."heavenly Art : Bladed Comet !"

With fire streaming from the edge and forming a mesmerizing backside, her spinning chopper returned and shot past her headspring, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a bingle flaming strike.

"Rosemary, make out on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosmarinus officinalis caught up to the radical as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's huge swing munition. 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 netlike mat of lop tentacles."fiend Art : Apocalypse irruption !"he roared, casting the Same spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, Molly, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to get by from the eruption but many were caught within it when the shaft of light was finally let loose. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson beam of energy was launched with an atomic explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the garden angelica caught within the ray were instantly dematerialized as every atom in their bodies was converted to pure vigor. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"shucks it, how the hellhole can we possibly compete with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his base, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland internment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea floor, trees that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a upright closed chain around him with massive leg grabbing his limb, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal gang then formed from the vertical closed chain, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the presence of the horizontal anchor ring and wrapping around his waistline while a branch from the rear grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison house can hold me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Revelation of Saint John the Divine eruption.

"This isn't a real prison, consider it more as a rocker for my next introduction. heavenly Art : wood efflorescence !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his hands together.

As the sphere of ruby energy charged between his jaws, a leafy branch burst from the back of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the go. Gagging on the offset, the infernal region Prince screamed in pain as Thomas More limb began to burst out of his flesh, forming massive trees in a affair of seconds. Throughout his body, unstoppable ramification were shredding his muscles, crushing his veins, and tearing through his variety meat as they looked for the utter places to spread out and debilitate him of his free energy. Desperate to annul his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a brisk inundation of biting tentacles, but before they could even derive near Baltoh, they stopped idle and were blanketed with efflorescence.

The afforest continued to grow and thrive, devouring Leviathan's trunk and stealing his energy. By the sentence the spell was complete, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of sess, his ivory were serving as the handle for multitudinous massive Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, almost every muscle and reed organ had been torn to piece of music and absorbed, and only his skeleton remained intact. The Prince of invidia had been killed, and in his decease he had brought forth life.

With a smile, Baltoh turned to his buff and friend."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

genus Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting tens of millions of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next field of Hell ; a desert of contraband sands.

"These are the Ash field of study,"Baltoh announced as he and his radical stood at the border of the grand desert.

Selene's eye widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these sooty dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life here slaying demon upon their birth. This desolate landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the domain of the underworld Prince Lucifer, the foremost Demon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Jehovah. Here, the somebody guilty of the sin of pridefulness are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a body of work forcefulness for building monuments and also as concubines. This desert serves a very singular resolve beyond just being a circle in the pits for which to penalise the damned, as it also serves as the birthplace and nursery for Hell's ogre. This is where they all come into existence, born from the darkness 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 inexperienced person and slaughter the fiend, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A unremitting army of towboat and monuments stood among the black dunes like tombstones in a burial site, each made from an obsidian-like stone formed from the ashes of crumbled frame compacted together. They almost looked like the clay of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear dud. In the background, a vast lake of swirling fire stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every second, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the ira and spite humans on Earth.

Underneath the burning sky, vast city block of this Lucy Stone were quarried from mountains and under the sands by the hard worker of the pits ; men, women, and children, all with rags for apparel, skeletal bodies, and iron mask that were clamped around their heads. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slave moved the van-sized pulley of stone to the repository being built, all while their Demon victor barked Order in Hellscript and cracked their flaming whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would stagger over from exhaustion, the monster or Gargoyles would gang up on them like piranha on a impertinent carcase. Men and boys would be eaten live, too tired to hollo as the flesh was pealed from their bones. womanhood and girls were raped to death and then their tear up eubstance were devoured. After a few minute of arc, the butcher remains of the slave would restore and the damned soul would add up back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the trillion upon millions of meaningless statues, Pyramid, and temples standing in the Baroness Dudevant, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawn of man. But now, it was going to change. Having crossed several hundred air mile of desert and fought through the brute of hell, the following of Baltoh had come to the terminal stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the phantasma of a half-finished pyramid, a Demon seance in a onyx pot on a wooden sled ordered for her hard worker to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whip. The Demon's holler jumped in volume as the sledge came to a sudden layover and did not move, no matter how laborious she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid eyes on Selene, blocking the way. With a yowl, the Demon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards genus Selene, but before the coil could even tear back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise attack by Molly, who delivered the lethal blow with a hefty lilt of her arch leaf blade. The giant only had enough clip to hold a one dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

sense of hearing the yell of their sister, all the devil and Gargoyles raised their heads in alertness and cursed as the Crusaders came into persuasion, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whip in one script and weapons in the former, the demon leapt into activeness with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the ogre by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monuments, creating more suits of armor and freeing those he deemed inexperienced person or undeserving of anguish. So calm that he might as well have been taking a promenade through the part, he annihilated every Demon that came close without the little movement or thought.

Above his head, genus Selene and the others were decimating the force out of darkness with spell after spell, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the opposition strength was continuously getting reenforcement in the form of new monster and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of flack, hungry for carnage, and the newborn fiend would claw their way up from underground, already passing intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an hour had passed since the battle began when the signaling boom were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of superbia wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The field became calm down, save for the roar that had not ended. Yet there were more yowl radiating from the ground, thick with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another perdition Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the headmaster of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ halt calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can cover it,'genus Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the baron of the original of twisting that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a facial expression of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of torture are not as rare and few in number as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with morning star, each with their own heavyweight steed. He must experience created them himself or used his powers to forcefully bond the essences of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their baron is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his chin with the metal plates on the backs of his fingerbreadth and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to bottle up her fear. Baltoh inclined his header as he tried to read their approaching might levels.

"If they all combined their world power into a single explosion, it would be the size of it of a solar system."

Selene's panting was heavy as she struggled to get the picture such a colossal sum of money of vigour, but her mind was just unable to fathom the sizing of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the bound of the desert ; you'll be out of harm's way but you should be able to watch what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of distressfulness in his phonation. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his hand with her helmet open and a tone of great worry and fright on her face.

"Baltoh, is it potential for even someone like you to withstand such and attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the forthcoming clangour was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the ground. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fearfulness aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have to a greater extent organized religion in me than anyone else in existence. What does your faith William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"Good. Now don't worry about me, just kick back and watch the show. I think its time I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one finish buss on her brow before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"genus Selene, what's going on ?"molly hollered, wiping the Demon descent off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to convey guardianship of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let informal !"

molly gained a all-encompassing grin of upheaval, aegir to see what superpower Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to fight !"rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stay and see the clank, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a full retreat was set in apparent motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the help of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the reformer zipped across almost half of a one thousand international mile of desert in a instant and appeared at the bound of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly position,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a monumental movie screen, a canvas tent made of double-dyed light appeared in the sky above the crowd of millions with a real-time horizon of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the black swarm flurry in the distance.

Everyone covered their ear as a deafening thunder rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the distance that had been traveled. Covering their ears, everyone looked up at the cover as the Masters of Torture arrived, riding on the vertebral column of Titan as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like the Tempter and Leviathan, Phosphorus towered above all else, able to easily kill a giant with a single swat of his hand and put down a mountain with a sweep of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other underworld Princes so far meet, as his body had Sir Thomas More of a reptilian-draconic shape and form to it, and instead of one question, he had seven. The seven humanoid question each stood at the end of a long powerful neck, with each head lacking oculus or a nose but instead having pointed ears and shark-like teeth. Six of the promontory each had a French horn protruding from the top of their head with a tip looped around it like a mob, but the seventh mind had four of each. the Tempter's unit body had a much more revolting appearance the other hell Princes ’, for instead of scale of measurement or tomentum, his physique consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and darkness like a suntan wound that had completely pealed away the soma and singed the brawniness underneath.

His long bladed butt swishing from side to side with exhilaration and his wings keeping him aloft without a exclusive tizzy, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any oculus and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist proceeds. You, you have always been a thorn in my side and the hitch in the development 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 set to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not have it off about Prince of Darkness and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another jest."Oh, I know alright. You put those weakling in their place and ended their pathetic living once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could birth killed them with all seven headway cut off. I, I am the strongest of the perdition Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and linguistic rule over the devil and the headmaster of Torture ! In the rank of Hell, only the Godhead overlord Tenebrous has groovy mogul than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create to a greater extent netherworld Princes with a duck soup of his finger ! You're in our world double-dealer, there is no way you can win !"

"For person who is so confident and certainly of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the victor of Torture and Titans around and behind Lucifer. This only drew another joke from the Scheol Prince.

"After I was cast out of nirvana, I learned to be timid and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious misapprehension that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in opposite counseling, each spitting out a revulsion Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The seventh head looked straight up and opened its jaws, and six triangular obelisk reached out of the vertebral column of its pharynx and opened up like a blossoming heyday with a sphere of iniquity hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF HELL, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six Horror Obelisks all caused the power of match and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their brand, all the master copy of straining began channeling their vigour straight towards the sphere of darkness above his seventh read/write head, while channeling the power of their Titan mounts through their own soundbox. With the great power of a hundred passkey of Torture and Titan pumping through his venous blood vessel, all with their strength multiplied by the Horror Obelisks, morning star's energy degree more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a looking at of surprise as he felt the underworld Prince's world power levels skyrocket without any mark of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well acquire the pot of hell through such a muscular combination.

At the beach of the Sea of enviousness, everyone struggled to breath and stick around on their pes as Lucifer's power storey weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the center of Satan's chest, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed mavin for a schoolchild."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 snipe or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to have been for nothing."

With a bellowing in answer, Lucifer opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an Revelation of Saint John the Divine eructation, several metre more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This clock time, the born force field that stood around Baltoh was not stiff enough to keep the blast at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the back of his hand, hovering in that same berth with the beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the bang, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the big businessman truly globe apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able-bodied to establish so much top executive with just one of his heads was a bad Oman, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven heads together to organize and manipulate the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's eyes widened as daystar's throat met his view, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the clap. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's point reached out and tried to snap up him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battlefield and flicked the air with his fingerbreadth, releasing a concentrated shockwave that was as brawny as a meteor impact. Old Nick was thrown back with ripples traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his mind and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his powerfulness isn't the alone thing that has been enhanced…'

"monster Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his question, Lucifer shot out his lingua like a anuran, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber smoke. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blades of bone. With a transposition of his eye, Baltoh fired an inconspicuous vane of vertical energy, slicing the outgrowth in half down the middle. Undeterred by the harm, the two halves of the tongue went in opposite directions and then converged on him.

With another vellication of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the schism dower of the tongue. Lucifer showed no star sign of feeling any pain, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to catch him and reappeared to the side, launching another blade and severing the tongue. To the sound of lucifer's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a pain,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hand."celestial Art : virtuoso Birth."

A small sphere of red ignitor shot from the tip of his finger, flying over to daystar and entering his pestering head. In a deafening hollering and a blinding ostentation, the head was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the destruction of his fountainhead, but within seconds, the singed chassis could be seen quivering and regenerated as the header was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timberland Prison,"Baltoh form, clasping his bridge player together.

On a scale never before seen in the story of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the ground beside Prince of Darkness and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a ring around the snake pit Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his tree branch, wings, and caput. The tree was so large that it had more than three time the plant life biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a holler, Satan opened up his next head and vomited up a waterfall of Black muck, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The sludge poured down onto his simplicity, instantly causing the forest to turn grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened decay. Baltoh sighed in bother and Lucifer opened the jaws of his quaternary head.

"Demon Art : quenching Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a auto gun.

These totems were different from the Horror dagger and Inferno Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at xxx infantry in height, surrounded on all four side of meat by human skeletons frozen in a look of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a immense mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most powerful atomic detonation with their meld power. Baltoh was in the essence of the burning hurricane with his weapon system crossed and a aspect of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of Envy, everyone was watching the setting with looks of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The explosion came to a complete and double-dyed halt as every speck within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to impress. All the expanding gasses and dust in the detonation were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the undercoat like a duster with the sudden loss of the malarky, having been drained of all momentum and energy. Everyone on the seacoast looked at the screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ Power absorption, transformation, summoning, poisonous acid, and energy fire. If my hypothesis is correct, the lastly two capitulum each have their own unique power.'

"monster Art : fantasm Nightmare !"lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, match slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of vigour 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, find his vigour, or otherwise bump any touch of his vim throughout pit, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this power is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a power to block my senses…"

"right hand you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a giant catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and archangel all had confident smiles, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : universal pestis !"Baltoh called out from inside friction match's mouth.

A minute after the announcement of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in pain in the ass. Everyone watching the screen of light back at the sea squinted to fancy out what was going on and gained smiles of relief and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth head wildly as his tooth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a Green River moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for devil bod and Demon energy. With all the business leader in Lucifer's trunk, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Satan drew a long dagger-like brand of red and black sword and used it so sever the infect head before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the blade closely, sensing its power before it was even used.

"A blade that seals smell with which it cuts, a very William Christopher Handy mightiness when fighting Demons and Archangels. But I should admonish you now, that steel will birth no Sir Thomas More affect on me than any of your former powers. I have transcended far past the point in time where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of frustration, Lucifer cast a magic spell of healing to touch on his mind and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a halo and each looking in the center, a celestial sphere of red and Shirley Temple Black vigor began to forge, rumbling with unstableness. The victor of torment and colossus were struggling to take a breath as they pumped every drop of Energy Department they had into Lucifer while he charged the sphere. After only a few secondment, it was in a unanimous former conference from the Apocalypse bam, great enough to possibly rip a gob between dimension or get the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your nerveless attempt to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the sphere of influence reached vital mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most muscular bacterium. allow for me to show you the avowedly mightiness of a god. celestial Art : Galactic Judgment. celestial Art : universal proposition Sculptor,"he said with a deep haunting spokesperson as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure black affair materialized, as expectant as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an draw close army. Everyone watching the engagement, be it social reformer or lord of torturing, gazed at the sphere and gasped in incredulity as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unparalleled awe and fear. It was a bootleg yap ; a literal error orb of matter so dense and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human reason. It was a beacon, the end of all grounds and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the stark and total destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal sculpturer spell to forge the laws of purgative themselves, allowing him to exchange or inactivate them however he wanted.

"I would hold on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the grim hole's gravitative twist to spill out in a small controlled release.

In a roaring so loud that it was heard throughout all of hellhole, every food grain of sand within the black desert and every pearl of the liquidness flames in the Lake of ardor were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of gumption from every I human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across time was pulled into the dark and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in disappointment as a cloud of surging Black person sand blocked his or her view like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his follower, granting them the strong suit to cast shields substantial enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which cipher moved, the last grains of Baroness Dudevant and drops of liquidness flame were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monumental temple and altar, adorned with tan statues of Angel Falls and Archangels. Radiating from the temples like ripple in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forum, theater of operations, and rows of houses from mansions to shack. It was an stallion web of cities.

"tinker's dam it, I can't move,"daystar cursed, barely able to speak. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every Master of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, see the true difference between our intensity level and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep authoritative vocalism as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of moxie, the black hole shattered into tenner of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense textile. While altering their gravitative effect and nature, Baltoh spread out the marble across the sky, holding them above the field of honor with each weighing as much as a whole maven. With the laws of cathartic altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like undestroyable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy wits rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each Demon uncountable fourth dimension, each experiencing an execution like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

the Tempter, the master copy of Torture, and the colossus didn't even have time to hollo as their bodies were pierced tens of billion of times, each filled with more holes than a dish sponge. From the speed and superpower of the falling marbles, aerosolized Demon profligate filled the air and flesh, muscleman, and ivory were shredded as if in a liquidiser. Upon contact with the dry land, a vast dust swarm was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the soil, bedrock, and interminable layers of Harlan Fisk Stone, using only their weight and momentum. The bullet eventually cleared, and not a single ghost of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In property of the battlefield, a massive pit had been carved into hell, deepening every second as the mantle of ignominious hole wits basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous clapping upon the return of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary frustration of the hell Prince and a small army of Titan-level Demons. The reformer were all jumping up and down the like Kid 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 !"mollie exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a hanker, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this position ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like city scattered across the city. Baltoh smiling gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnants from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the jurisdiction and control condition of Jehovah and Eden. The Angels and Angelica Archangelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this realm for their crimes. Originally, there were C of these metropolis scattered across blaze, like the forts that dotted the roman print border rampart that served as small townsfolk for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the stool of Scheol and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"Well Master, with the Ash Fields and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at to the lowest degree you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's smile before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his powers to increase the power of his voice so that everyone would hear him. The armored followers all became unsounded, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am lofty of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Hell in the name of Christ Within and justice. However, you can not follow me past this point, as my future destination is the dune of tree sloth. You are all to riposte to the Sea of invidia, the City of Wrath, the burning lea and the rest of the Ash Fields, and cover freeing innocent somebody. I know the next Mexican valium very well, and believe me when I say that it is better if I bring as few mass as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and foiling 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 act of innocent psyche is miniscule compared to the totality of this major planet. There is still a lot of workplace to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly bid to assist me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the loyal Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's lodge and turned around, going back to do a 2nd sweep of the sweep farming. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the helpless culture. genus Selene, molly, Rosemary, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the solitary ace with him, the eternal sleep of the Archangels having left with the social reformer to help press any Titans of Masters of straining that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to visualise out his true logical thinking for sending away the desolate army. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, several times previous than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, you should all be paying Thomas More attending to your surround. After all, contrary to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the erstwhile habitation of your predecessors. humans is far older than you know, and the Angelica Archangelica that came before you are the 1 who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the succeeding desert and keep on going through Hell ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those law of nature that I said even I couldn't breakage ? One of them controls movement through the pits ; you can only go from one set by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimension with holy man powerfulness go, you can only jump back and forth between different arena of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually enter Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the dune of tree sloth have even more dominion ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping prospicient aloofness, and no super-speed. The merely way to interbreed the desert is on base. As long as tenebrific exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his turf,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to walk across the full circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his foundation hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't make the reformist with us. If we are traveling on foot, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"rosemary, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the side of meat of the construction, taking a secondly to decipher the strange idiom of Enochian.

"The dune of acedia have another name, they are known as the Desert of the Lost. It's a shifting sea of moxie that can hide and uncover anything at any clip. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our army in there, we would be lucky to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the doomed is of a very unique classification of degree of Hell, in that the Hades Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the snake pit Prince of Sloth, is no longer a forcible being. Instead, his liveliness is fused with the Desert of the Lost, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his head moves far to slowly to spring thoughts, but his energy and tyrannous cosmos are still fat and knock-down. The Demon and Gargoyle population in the desert is unimaginable to measure, as they can be swallowed by the sands and buried for 100 before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no hazard of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern bedroom, gazing with almost a sad look on his aspect. The paries were decorated with trinkets and artefact, ranging from bronze chalice, daggers, and flint-lock pistol, to closed chain, flasks and watches, all ranging across time on dry land and each tens of 1000 of pit years old. They were resting in ledge hand-carved into the I. F. Stone. Hanging from the roof like stalactites were strips of article of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A mound was strung up across the sleeping accommodation, made from tree diagram from the Isle of the Damned. The cave entryway looked out over the Desert of the lost from a towering mountain spire in the very fringe of the waste.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entrance and stepped inside, looking around in astonishment."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew weary of battle, I would come here to sleep. I picked this cave because the dune of Sloth are the last lieu anyone would defy expression for me. Even lord of Torture and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the sands. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of Pride so that I can find it and will it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his fingers through the cartoon strip of cloth hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old pocket watch from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so fragile antediluvian that she held it and touched it as if were made of sand. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful cleaning woman. The crank face of the watch was so nebulose and scratched that the bridge player and numbers were unseeable and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's hairsbreadth 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 hoi polloi that I am made of. When people come to perdition, they bring everything they had on them at the time of their death. Knights, soldiers, cops, public executioner, Fatherhood, sons, brothers… Their coalesce liveliness and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Hell for their belongings, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuance has prevented my nonstop Demon 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 flow of time in netherworld, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and detect this place still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the woven outgrowth of the hillock, remembering the fourth dimension and skill it took to make and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a warm smile on her face, getting a unequaled 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 chemical group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any probability, he refused to risk losing anyone to the Baroness Dudevant. The going was far sluggish than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dunes is hard, but unlike the dunes back on earthly concern, the towering J. J. Hill of sand did not stay still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like wave on the jerky ocean, meaning that walking a direct contrast and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the mental lodge for their armour to evaporate, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible marchland and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his wings, but after rising five off he ground, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the grit. He came up sputtering in jar, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a mouthful of sand.

"What the Scheol happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his whole organic structure shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the solid ground becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending rules that not even I may break. I can't even cast a trance because it will immediately disappear and reappear in the quad around the planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a bootleg kettle of fish like I did before, it would come out in space above the islet of the Damned and most probably devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a sphere of water system in his handwriting, only for it to evaporate in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"mollie asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your purpose to hold open moving waver. If we keep walking, we will eliminate through this desert without any trouble. Don't worry, I may not be able to cast any spells, but I am more than subject of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time bends 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 wave from a huge lading ship.

The Sir Ernst Boris Chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean level, the receding dune had lowered the Sand spirit level and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of hoi polloi, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with flavour of pitiful agony on their faces and their sleeve 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 George Sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the Irish bull out me."

"What were they ?"rosemary asked.

"Damned person, just like all the other people in Hell. The Desert of the Lost serves as the prison house for four variety of sinners ; suicide victims that denied themselves living itself and wallowed in their pain in the neck, lazy worthless leech that helped no one, cowards that allowed crimes and tragedy occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-in that devoted their lives to one affair and shut out everyone and anything else. Their crime is uncomplicated : they denied themselves the world and prefer to live in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their bother from life in an endless cycle while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

suicide dupe and the great unwashed who brought forth their own misery and sorrow into their minds are played their aliveness over and over again beneath the sands, laziness and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed cataclysm to ask place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the domain lose all their senses. They all suffer for their half-lived aliveness, all the while, Belphegor floods their nous and souls with miserableness, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the contrary of an antidepressant. It is a horrific luck, one that truly gyp my affectionateness when I think about it. But we will not be able to help any of them until we defeat Tenebrous and remove him from business leader, so we must continue onward.

Everyone be heedful, as your head may very well get your sorry enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable quantity of time, the radical marched onward through the desert, but the going never got comfortable. More time was spent waiting for a dune to authorise beneath their metrical foot than actually fatigued walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's office seeping into their minds, causing each of them to experience nearly-crippling desperation, ranging from mind-numbing fear to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with disgrace, ira, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his sworn foeman, even when they fought together against the fiend. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to pit, but now it was returning. He always believed he would go by Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always stiff than him, wiping the base with the Archangel in every conflict, and now he was a god, spitting in the grimace of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only thing greater than his hate was his shame, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor rise so high-pitched. As his focal point on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to blur and his auditory sense became muffled.

Next in credit line was Raphael, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and heard him say. He had been right every metre, shaking Raffaello Sanzio's belief to its core. The fact that he had transcended to the crapper of Cinereo and could control both light and darkness as well as the power of the cosmos proved that there was a level of divine force 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 late Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his harbinger when the pits was different. He had always been told that Maker created heaven, Hell, and globe and brought forward life story. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of equal power to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal hell from the backer themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he make purport like Maker and Tenebrous could create Archangels and Demons, but he could make actual life, giving entities two life clip in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their religion in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face Jehovah and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, backbone began to cling to his skin and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of mass, entombed in gem with expression of wretchedness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the rough jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharp protruding statues, almost impaled by something which would normally not even be enough to cause trauma. As another dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their base and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his caput from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten Irish pound. In his creative thinker, he began to ponder the possibility that he would not survive this journeying through blaze, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like tent flap, he had seen Army of Crusaders rise up and give up the destitute psyche of Hades, and he had seen the inconceivable become common. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a really god in the physique, practically powerless. They had made it so far through inferno, but now the on-key powerfulness of its iniquity was being viewed. Here, they were in the abdomen of the savage, trying to face up the god of darkness while literally walking through his greatest advantage.
‘ It has to be a hole ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is lose it his fingers and create an ground forces of Hell Princes to pour down us while he and Baltoh fight in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should give come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely incognizant of the intemperately sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in phone line was Molly, who felt so sick that she almost expected to discombobulate up. While she walked, her judgement had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a zone that she had forbidden herself to look into. computer storage of her distortion and death at the hands of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on white framework. She had shed her someone body and had one that held no scars of her badgering, 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 suggest and found love, yet she could not stimulate away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the blaze is wrong with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all smell so fresh and recent. Maybe something really is awry with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by genus Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first of all thing I do to manage with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the piece of ass is incorrectly with me ? ! I'm nothing but a despairing whore, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and clinical depression as her head began replaying her bedevilment in pictorial item over and over again, all while her body moved like a puppet on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red oculus glowing, the conglomerate of Sinners roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and snaffle them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tide. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in social movement of molly was rosemary, struggling to move through the dunes while she kept her centre fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a frigidity Harlan Fisk Stone in her dresser, yet dubiety and despair was pumping through her veins. Not too long ago, she had been intimate with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic bond of love, she gave into her abstruse, dour, black desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a do-or-die crack-whore or a kidnap victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would have allowed a chemical group of strangers to gang bang her on his flimsy impulse. Then, after that adhesion was made, he reduced her to one of his courtesan, using her as just an ingredient in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the charwoman she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual plaything, and she would forever be too eager and willing to change it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these perverted lies were repeated in her nous. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrow, and just like molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to stir it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, fear of the future tense. She was only a few feet from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more detached. What would their kinship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly endure ? Were their feelings for each other, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life sentence ? Had the receptiveness she felt for bacchanalia and letting him love other fair sex been her subconscious mind trying to order her that the way she felt wasn't real number ? That their honey was aught more than sex wrapped in a thin veil of simulated emotions ? Even if their love was hard, was it potential to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to guess that God loved humans and loved his Archangels, but after listening to Baltoh and auditory sense that God couldn't care less and didn't trouble to get involved, she couldn't help but enquire if that was the same fate she and Baltoh would portion. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Divine god. What Bob Hope did she have of being able to preserve the interest of someone who could shape the world itself ? How could she keep the attention of someone who could create life and variety reality ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a fortune of maintaining their dearest, or would this be like a teenage miss trying to exert a kinship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another land that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these questions over and over, her body was flooded with desperation. She was so terrified of the prospect of the end of their human relationship that her whole body was trembling and she could not hold on tears from running down her nerve. With her weed beginning to fade, she reached out to touch him, as if to calculate 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-time. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me more and made me happier than I ever dreamed. My entire world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my erotic love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden stop. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to speak."Michael, while our powers may not make been equal, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the Sojourner Truth and I'm glad we can finally be Quaker, because your dedication was so a great deal like mine that we could induce been like Brother. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your religion is lost, don't fall back yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the world, shape your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is false, your missionary station, your duty, 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 leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my spotter. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost faith in ourselves. That is where true strong point comes from ; resolution and confidence.

molly, you are far warm than you give yourself recognition. It is unheard of for an holy man to recuperate from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a heart that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought consolation in the form of familiarity, as that only means you were too substantial to let your death slow you down and break your future. You truly are unassailable and it's why I love you.

rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be glad for the James Bond we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would live up to you. You are of import to me, and I will always keep you in my nerve and love you. I love you, Rosmarinus officinalis. I know you've always wanted to get wind me say those Scripture, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a fond smile."Even with my godly powers, there is no way for me to properly express how a lot I love you and how I always will. I could adopt every whizz in the world and compose a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still study it a failure to express you profoundness of my love. I could make a planet with spirit, solely for the intent of allowing a species to evolve until it is capable to make a sound so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphony to try and let you know how happy you make me, but it would never be expert enough. genus Selene, I love you with all my heart, the heart that I have only because of you."

The great power of his speech instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three archangel all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sense of a weight being lifted off their shoulder so great that they couldn't think the utmost sentence ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their original sharpness and the slow-forming tissue layer of Isidor Feinstein Stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her stifle, Rosmarinus officinalis kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his bridge player against her frontal bone, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as potential. With the system of weights of his voice communication, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the dune of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our creative thinker the whole time ?"She whispered in his ear with her grimace buried in his thug like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to distinguish when you are hurting. I figured saying the words you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosmarinus officinalis below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their liquor revitalized and protected by Baltoh's Holy Writ, everyone followed him with renewed vigor. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to get the better of Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not neglect. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and Sir Thomas More hidden dangers and arcanum beneath the littoral. Dunes would roll aside to bring out cocooned intent with facial expression of torture, Demons and Bleaks that would show up for only a 2d and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the moxie. On their journeying, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The damned person were few and far between, but they all had exchangeable rags for clothes that covered their bodies and almost all carried some sort of walking peg. They paid absolutely no tending to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the Lost single. These are the person who wasted their lives in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the earth. For their sin, they lose all weed, and because of it, they are often the first I to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this degree, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are aught but ghosts in their mankind,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped head to toe in rag week to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, flavour ahead, I think we have difficulty,"Raphael said, pointing to the celestial horizon where a cloud of Baroness Dudevant and dust was moving towards them and growing in size of it and elevation.

"darn it, that is really going to slow us down."



forsaking promiscuous crusade for protection, the archangel and Valkyries returned to their panoplied figure, using the suits to keep the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was dumb before, everyone now ducking in the tip as they tried to walk through the splashing waves of Sand had now brought it to a crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his optic and case from the guts, unable to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to work by tenebrous'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the Dunes of slothfulness. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping firm footing was succeeding to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy world, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone knack on !"Baltoh shouted from trench in the swarm of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to cypher out where the voice had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the lead died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repugnance. A sand dune, as large as a infirmary, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone knack on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

being tossed through the lunar time period like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the string for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could materialize. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's ancestry ran cold as he sensed a very darkness presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a tycoon darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the commencement time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fearfulness 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 sand, grasping her deal.

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 law of nature of Tenebrous siphoning whatever power he built up, Baltoh could do null as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Sand around him disappeared and he fell into open up space, 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 daemon, Gargoyles, Titans, and superior of Torture. Compared to this galaxy, the population in Hell was little more than a tiny expectoration of the population, like comparing a lowly bacteria culture to all the life on dry land. Even though it was an actual extragalactic nebula, the quad around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light speck look like half-dead escargot, he flew towards the midpoint of the galax, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the macrocosm in indorsement, he came to the absolute pith of the galax ; a fiery maelstrom as wide in diam as an entire solar system, and hovering over the center was a black throne, made from human and fiend finger cymbals. Sitting in it was a grotesque being, the King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat similar bod to all devil, but was mostly unique. Instead of grayish black, his skin was a deep bloody red and he was far more than muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black stiletto heel running up his stage and forearms. He had three sets of horns, two like a Goat's that curled around his ears and pointed forward past his lower jaw, two like a pig's that extended from his synagogue, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old car horn, and above them hovered a crown of hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a ness that grew out of his bring down back and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridges keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a vast webbed hand. His eyes were pitchy with fiery iris, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a mechanical man nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like tusks protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight foot in height, practically a rodent or insect when compared to the Titan or Hell Princes, but his power was truly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the Same level.

"I've been waiting for this day longsighted than you could possibly conceive of, the day in which I would finally battle someone as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so very much weight that anyone of garden angelica level or dispirited would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrious stood up, holding his arms out to his sides."Behold ! The ground forces of hell, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will debark from Hell and use this galaxy of followers to conquer all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my land and destroy everything I have worked to progress. I decided to just convey to me so that we could contend this engagement once and for all. Your friends are being taken fear of by minions, and if you want them to go, I suggest you try and beat me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his hand and materialized a six-foot claymore sword of red and smutty metal, the same kind of metal that Lucifer's sealing steel was made of."Now let the ultimate battle Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chop to the neck opening.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a Major dashing hopes if you think you can fight me with a steel of Hellsteel !"the devil laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright ostentation as their sword met, shining for a few seconds before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and thirty feet of space between them. Almost the entire brand of Tenebrous'sword was gone and the Demon King had a huge cut going through his dresser, carving through the left side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his core.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and light bending around the jet-black sword."And you're a major disappointment if you think I would fight you with a sword of Hellsteel. This brand is made from the affair of a black muddle and has the Saami density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic level. For the ephemeral moment, it is capable to absorb light itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defence mechanism weaker than itself. Now, puff your veridical sword and push me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true Demon male monarch, still sitting in his Black person throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very full, Baltoh, very adept. It seems that you truly are desirable of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and face you ; no illusions, no police force, just raw power."Appearing in his bridge player, another claymore appeared, this one with a steel of condensed red region, almost like the compacted flames of a sensation."Now let the engagement of the Supreme Being truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



genus Selene's bright 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 vizor of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the methamphetamine hydrochloride was covered with some variety of gooey kernel. While her unhurt eubstance ached, she managed to pilfer her hand and pass over off most of the slime. Blinking to clear her vision, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in revulsion. She was inside some sort of carven with the rampart, level, and ceiling made of slimy flesh. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her metrical unit, glad she was wearing her airtight armour as she realized that her unit consistence was covered in the mucus-like goop of the fleshy cave. However, her pilus was hanging out of the rear of her helm and it had turned to lasso from the slime. Trying to stay on her feet, she raised her energy levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her vocalisation echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of ass am I ?"She asked, if only to get some Libra the Scales through the sound of her own voice.

"You are in the abdomen of Baal,"a dim representative murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated rampart for the source of the voice.

"In here…"the interpreter whispered as a small shudder shook of the fold of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the crimp, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were interfering peeling off his tegument with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt look on his face and blood line oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the dress circle of gluttony, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to exist suffer until the end of time inside the snake pit Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you miserable man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to deplumate him out. She wrapped her arm around the frail main and tried to get out him free of the sarcoid prison, but his tree branch almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shit, I am so deplorable,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't topic, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand eld, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to feel my body get peeled away by those tiny hemipteran and the long suit pulled from my dead body by Baal. There is nothing that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to kill Tenebrous and liberate all the impeccant souls. But I need to hump, 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 Angelica Archangelica. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the heavy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power horizontal surface raised to sort out her track, knowing that there could be danger around every turning point. She felt like the television camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with former wolverine, all locked within the wet plica and in different stage of their umteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Sanzio, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the flooring, she heard a scratching-clicking speech sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a cloud of the bloodsucking Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White fire !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of fervour almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a lilliputian pyrosis !"she said to herself with a grin as she listened the shriek and soda pop of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all suddenly, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the hurt she had caused. While not even ash remained from the leech, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a single burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden close of the wall countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine quill, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to take hold of her once it reached her berth. All the the great unwashed trapped in the folds of the wall moaned in pain in the neck from the sudden movement. Hoping for different solvent, genus Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her heart from the light, she fired a monolithic balance beam of electricity, hoping to blow the burrow back open. The closure tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it all like starving man stuffing his nerve. No wrong had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a tyke in a chute. After falling a hundred human foot, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the slope of a syndicate of gastric acid, as declamatory as a pond. With the speech sound of front echoing from the shaft behind her, genus Selene cursed and leapt across the green bubbling pool.

hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled genus Selene down into the pool and the gastric acid consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thank Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already finger the disgusting liquidness burning through and melting the outer layers and her hair had already been disintegrated.

drawing forth her blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a large flap of her wings, propelling herself out of the pool. Having landed on the other side with her armour now looking like a melting wax carving, she quickly clapped her hands together and regurgitate a healing trance."heavenly Art : sentence fill again !"

Through a small form of time alteration, she began to mend her armour, returning it to its original body politic, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very like to the repairing barrier that the Angels used in sentence of dispossession.

A loud scuttling auditory sensation drew her tending and she raised her head with a scourge. Crawling out of the folds of the sarcoid walls were one thousand million of the worms and spidery parasites that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"saint Art : Holy suntan !"
Shining brighter than a stage visible light, a deluge of golden flames surged down from the next corridor, forcing genus Selene to track her eyes and shield herself with her wings. The holy flaming filled the chamber like a deluge, incinerating the sponger but leaving Selene unhurt. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her annex and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any companion faces, trust me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at to the lowest degree deflect digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's physical structure is basically one giant mesh of belly and the interiors are almost completely immune to damage. My spells and sword just slide off corresponding oil on water."
"Well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just accept to find a real exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the background, larger than Mt. Mount Everest and continuously spewing away fume and pure molten gold instead of magma. rook and dungeons had been built into the side of the volcano with goddamn soul streaming in and out, either going in to receive their punishment or coming out with atomic number 79 bricks tied to their bodies with barbed wire, weighing them down to the degree where they could barely move and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred miles, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with spate of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the Circle of avaritia.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old home, the artifact stretched from across fourth dimension, including objects such as Irani coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of dollar bills. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of fossa, leading to the veins of molten gold beneath the res publica. There, the damned someone would chuck out their shining weighting back into the fire and march back to the spate to call back it in a solid form so that the process could be repeated. Beyond the gang of fiery pits was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a circuit of Hell.

In this human beings, there were four kinds of penalty : you either carried the gold to the pitfall where they would be melted back down and fall back to the volcano while barbed wire cut through your muscles like a hot knife through butter, you would labor in the volcano to make the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt off the bones, you were thrown down into the pits where you were boiled in meld gold with your dead body always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the sight of trinkets or precious metals, forever feeling your off-white shatter and your harmonium 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 certain dying if it drew the sin Prince to them. There was little chance for survival against Mammon, Prince of avarice.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to make for certain that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the damned mortal, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the perimeter and promise we can will unnoticed. From there, it's all a topic of trying to find our bearings. But I know nil for sure, as I have never been to infernal region. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the selfsame outskirts of the true circle."

"interloper !"a devil howled pointing down at them from atop of pitcher's mound of rip clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hand at the Demon and launched a attack of lightning, but the creature dodged the blast and returned with a night Pulse, all the while alerting every unholy entity in the domain of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blast, causing it to bend and change counselling midstream.

"ogre Art : Debt retrieval !"

Bursting from the ground, a cadaverous script reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The monster looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even take in he was in her tincture, she decapitated it from behind with a swing of her arm. As his tar-like stock splashed the reason, the boom of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"seed on, we have to fix for the border !"mollie said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two fighters swerved between the spate of detritus with the personnel of Scheol firing irradiation of zip down to try and hit them. Each lack radio beam would cause a dynamic explosion, throwing artifacts and trapped souls into the air like specks of dirt. As they glided at top speed, a skeletal deal explosion from the ground and grabbed Molly's ankle. The sinner was not nearly hard enough to overcome her intensity level and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize Molly and send her rolling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

mollie looked up and her heart widened as a building-sized pile of atomic number 79 bricks was directly hit with a darkness Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to slant over and mould an avalanche of crushing metallic element. normal amber could never spite Molly in her normal form, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could cave in pearl, and she could not get intangible asset and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a giant fan, she created a mightily gale military unit wind, more right than any Earth storm. The powerful winding and the blades of energy it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the lusus naturae in the air. The beasts were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken off-white and a few from getting melon-sized holes blasted in their thorax. With another flap of her flank, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous roar pushed aside mollie's acquired assurance as a literal plenty of old ownership erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a behemoth in the form of a colossal turtle with armoured branch, neck, and face and fortress on her back, brimming with cannons. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing eyes, the turtle swiveled her cannons in their direction and began firing iniquity Pulses, tossing the fighters through the air with the plosion alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its range, then it can't suffering us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a pile of old watches.

"amercement, but we have to ride out low to the terra firma. If we go up above the piles, that thing will film us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a purple safety strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragical sex-related decease. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and rosemary would get a boot out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the dry land, Molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rotter through a maze, with the capsize quickly losing mickle of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"Demon Art : Shade Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the speed of a bullet.

"Oh bull ! Celestial Art : Sonic dash !"Molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading canter !"Gabriel shouted in bend.

Moving so fast that they were unseeable, Molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another itinerary of destruction in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper f number, the polo-neck took aim with her shank and hit them both with a channelize onslaught of Dark Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a pair of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to distract it while I attack her undersurface !"Molly panted, struggling to bide awake as she used a patch to repair her broken 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 beams of visible radiation caused massive quantity of devastation to the fortress on the turtle's back, each encroachment equal to the crash and plosion of a propane truck. But regardless of the harm inflicted, the fortress would repair itself like flesh through a healing trance, insuring that the shank were always operational. While Gabriel distracted the animate being, Molly went to sour on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : ace Birth ! supernal Art : naught Gravity !"

She fired the lowly sphere of red Light as the second spell took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a illumination optical fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in pain in the neck."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, complete her !"

"holy man Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the flip polo-neck with his blade in hand.

Stabbing the polo-neck in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the terra firma with Thomas More power than a plane clangour and instantly shattered every bone and denture in her body. bloodline and guts sprayed in all directions as the turtle was ripped give like a bloated carcass, sending sword of pearl through the air that were as strong and sharp as metal.

"red cent, she was goon,"molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not tough enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his blade.

No sooner had the flaming steel been sealed before mollie and Gabriel were both brought to their knee by a grim energy on the air, making their limb feel like dumbbells. The aura was partnered with a loud monstrous yowl, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of mammon, Hell Prince of covetousness.



Rosemary's centre slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a moderate-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval nance's bedroom. A bed with hanging curtains sat in the niche, with a hot tub bubbling on the other incline of the room. The trading floor had souse carpeting and the walls were decorated with painting and statues of naked figures, many in the middle of intimacy. There were no doors or Windows in the room and no visible generator of light early than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the bite of the metallic element bond, but Rosmarinus officinalis quickly realized that she was completely au naturel. She tried to drag on her powers to convalesce her armor or give out her binds, but she could not muster up the strength. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her black hair's-breadth and grey skin tone, the woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; Sami body, same height, same face, Saame everything. She too was completely naked, standing two ft below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the melody that was being worn into her cervix by her metallic element collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the womanhood answered as she leaned forward and mishandle on Rosemary's breast, tickling her pap to wax points with her breath. Rosemary shivered at the suddenly Muriel Spark of foreplay at the ribbing of her disclose torso. She tried to focus her mind, needing to find control and chassis out a way to free herself.

"Are you the Inferno Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a giddy nickname. I have no gender or body other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your body ; this sweet innocent body,"she said coyly before running her tongue up Rosemary's straight belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the center of her chest.

Rosmarinus officinalis's breathing became straightaway and shallow as she tried to suppress the herculean rush of arousal and hot pants that swept through her. The sensual ghost of this stranger's tongue against her vulnerable bare body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take supernumerary extra forethought of you, so I decided that since you are an extra limited guest, I would show that Hell isn't only about pain and straining. You can also enjoy in interminable joy,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosmarinus officinalis's adolescent breast.

Rosmarinus officinalis turned away, trying to crusade her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to captain 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 lips. rosemary could feel something different from this touch, like the char's fingerbreadth carried an galvanic charge. It was as if she were working a gaud jar toy in her kitty-cat, making it next to impossible to crush her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the power which I use to fry the darned souls here. But this is a special giving for you, you'll experience joy that will mock your wildest fantasy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosmarinus officinalis's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipple and scrubbing the sweetheart flesh with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole body was blushing red and every breathing time carried the cushy moan as she desperately tried to suppress her foreplay and keep back her self-worth, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her limb secured to the cold gemstone wall and the metal shackles biting her build and keeping her from being capable to resist Asmodeus, rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few hour, her thigh were damp with the wetness from her moistening pussy and she was crying in disgrace, having given her body and judgment to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the former end, Asmodeus had worked three finger into Rosmarinus officinalis's slit and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, sister, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your somebody will go to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her smooth ramification pressed together, but ineffectual to overpower her constraint.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her leg and blew on the wet back talk of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like clapper, gently prodding rosemary's kidnapping with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her leg, but minuscule go of violet illumination were popping around Asmodeus'lingua as she used low jar of Lust Lightning to tantalize and sex her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her buff, Asmodeus locked her rim with the sass of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping slit, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her sass and flexing her long wet tongue inside the velvet Department of the Interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a master, making it next to impossible to traverse her. What rosemary didn't know was that Raffaello Santi was international Asmodeus'castling, fighting through horde of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of lustfulness snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the highest towboat of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the gate of her mountain-sized sinister castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castle was split into three towers that pierced the opprobrious roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on terra firma look like two-story huts. It was made from the petrify consistency of naked men and fair sex and along with being formed and placed to cater structure for the castling, they were also arranged in complicated positions like rooted dancers, reenacting scenes of coition, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two down towers where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spires, ear-splitting cranny of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the motorcar of the Frankenstein story. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repeat, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to shine like lights. The never-ending shock brought forth shrieking of excruciation from all the people used like bricks to reach the statue, experiencing a lethal burning respective times each minute.

Unlike the sleep of Hell, the gender distribution of the daimon was match, with both male and female person wildcat coming out to fight him. The rest period were in the palace donjon, raping the tone that had not been used to make the social organization. Women were raped to the point where humans would die, forced to experience the pain and mortification of sempiternal Demons all taking turn on them, tearing them to slice from the interior out with their barbed cocks and feeling the back breaker con as jet plane of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle torso and onto their naked chassis. Often, their titty or ass cheeks were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the slaughter patch of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly barbarous destiny, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cages that had tails piercing their branch and torsos, as well as a distance of pungent wire holding out their tongues. The solely portion of their bodies that weren't covered by the cage legal community were their lick, where their member had been forced to take full erecting by the magnate of a rigidness spell. ineffectual to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasure hard worker. However, like their male counterparts, the genitalia of the female Demons were more harmful than any homo or animals ’. Their puss were like meat hoagy, with the interior bulwark lined with ridges and blades as hard and needlelike as glassful. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to chip at away the flesh of a man's appendage like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot Sir Thomas More blood and mutilation, only for their wounds to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding bulls, the men would howl as their John Cage shocked them almost endlessly with lust Lightning.

Firing Spears of Destiny from his hands to hit the Demons as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the mellow towboat, knowing that rosemary was in extreme danger.

"hang on Rosmarinus officinalis, 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 conclusion, her physical structure had given in to Asmodeus'acquisition and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her lip, drinking in the succus that sprayed from Rosemary's pussy like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her sexual climax, her eyes began to pass 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 deep within the shadows of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a grinning 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 soreness in her spine and articulation from her hunched-over position on all four, the drip of her saliva off the rubber gag in her sass, or the notion of the coldness floor and shackle against her wrists and mortise joint and the metallic element collar around her neck ? Her head was a foggy blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet rug. She wasn't sure what the go thing she remembered was and her green goddess were fluctuating randomly as her stupefaction slowly faded.

As her middle and muscles began to regain their sharpness, she tried to tug herself up but could not incite her mitt or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in plaza on all tetrad. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of light on a cold tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a bunch of mass, forming a halo around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosmarinus officinalis tried to draw forth her wing or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how firmly she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her bond, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at least try. Her efforts brought chuckle of amusement from the men and woman watching her, making Rosemary blush in abasement at the way they mocked her and stared at her naked body.

The clacking of high blackguard drew her attention and a fair sex came into perspective from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or secretary with a black skirt, a gray-haired case jacket, and a pair of trash resting on her nose with her hair in a bun. Her case showed a mix of seriousness and tedium on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her bridge player. Rosemary tried to speak to her, to predict out genus Selene's name, but her gag muffled every word.

At the sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the face with the end of the crop."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my computer storage a sodding blank ?'Rosemary pondered, having no thought what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her rachis to the sound of Selene's high heels clicking on the level. Rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at to the lowest degree the multitude watching the spectacle.

"spreading your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard sapidity on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the room. Rosemary yelped as a stick weal appeared on her left ass buttock, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your peg,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her articulatio genus as far as she could and putting her pussy on video display. She shivered in rousing as she felt the leather whip slide across her inner second joint and brush against the lips of her pussy. genus Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from Rosmarinus officinalis and sending her hullabaloo skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad young woman, and now everyone gets to take in as you get put in her place,"genus Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but brassy smack, causing the smooth tegument on her keen ass cheek to hit a slight swell.

Hearing her words and feeling the alien'eyes boring on her exposed eubstance filled Rosemary with both embarrassment and arousal as her slavish face began to uncover itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's ass with gentle yet stinging strikes, making her thrill in joy as she was disciplined for an offense she had no cognition of. By the time Selene was done, Rosmarinus officinalis's ass was red with transient wheal and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for Sir Thomas More punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosmarinus officinalis's position, making her eyes as wide as dinner home plate. The luminosity was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her fully breasts jiggled with each bm, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her eminent heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inches in diam and almost a fundament long. In genus Selene's hands were the riding harvest and the handle of a trine, the other end being attached to the metal collar around Rosemary's cervix. With a crack of the short whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a little beef,"Selene ordered, jerking the tierce and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all tetrad, Rosemary followed genus Selene like a dog with her snatch already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from side of meat to side with each weeping lilt of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the G-string shoulder strap nestled between her ass cheek. With her strap-on dildo bouncing, Selene led Rosemary around the elbow room, past the shadowy onlookers. The enshroud strangers laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunts and torment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, genus Selene would pass a uncut Yankee-Doodle on the leash.

Selene finally brought Rosemary back to the middle of the room and pushed her face down against the floor, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her understructure, holding it just above Rosmarinus officinalis's face."Lick it."

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the smutty horseshoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing Selene's foot and ankle joint. Selene then pulled on the tether, forcing Rosemary up onto her genu. Wrapping her finger's breadth around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in battlefront of rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."suction it, suck it like a good little hussy,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosemary eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the rubber phallus, bobbing her oral sex back and forth and wishing it were veridical. The size and shaped she loved, but the tinge and oestrus she missed. A tough sapidity to her right breast told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her schoolma'am, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing rosemary by the hair, genus Selene forced the solid toy into her backtalk. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to chuck. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to encounter 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 pitch-black out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her chin and chest wet with dripping saliva.

pull her binding with the triad, Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her break brim a centimeter from the school principal, Rosemary took her last cryptical breathing time as the bed of saliva on the toy dripped onto her tit. She didn't take the unharmed thing in her oral cavity, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying overbold layers. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her breasts with the riding crop, making the spiritualist flesh turn red with swoon welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosmarinus officinalis's oral cavity and smacked her across the grimace, knocking her to the ground. Pulling on her leash, she forced rosemary onto her hands and stifle and crouched down behind her."Bad fille need to be punished, are you ready to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's fuzz and pinched her nipple brutally hard.

"Yes schoolmarm, please punish me with that big tool !"Rosmarinus officinalis begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her twat, genus Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping twat, entering her without any pause or mercy. Working her digit into Rosemary's oral fissure, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to move as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a fastness that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's speed just continued to spring up, with her declamatory house breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosemary's kitty with the strap-on.

Her lip held open by Selene's fingers, Rosemary looked around the elbow room at the mass watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their legs from their energetic arousal. The throbbing of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a cold machine. Just as beautiful as the smell were the dominative growl of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex slave. With how fast genus Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could look back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her collar, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her tongue and face. rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her toothsome twat succus off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to lick her own pussy. Once it was fair and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heels. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous science, swinging her frown physical structure and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving balmy cries of happiness as the tough rubber toy was driven into her. Her font 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 much stimulus as potential. Rocking back and forth on the stale story, she looked up at genus Selene, hypnotized by the visual modality of her bounce chest and wishing she could feel them and solve them.

Feeling the approach of her number 1 climax, rosemary licked her hired man and rubbed her white meat, bathing in the kinky feeling and the unrelenting pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone grab her handwriting. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosmarinus officinalis's thigh. As her manpower were pinned to the earth above her nous, Rosemary opened her optic and looked up at Molly's face and her bowling clod breasts. Rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and wrap up her sass around the blond looker's erect nipples.

"Do you want to give suck my mammilla ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me savor them !"

decision making to be merciful and mollycoddle her little sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's face. The early Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet natural language and suck on her tit like a H2O bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her potent jab, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's knocker especially firmly, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her bridge player being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the enjoyable compounding of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her twat and molly's giving tits smothering her face, Rosmarinus officinalis was sent to the breaking pointedness.

She gave a shrill groan as she had her first coming, but unlike all of the early I, there was no jet of climactic succus spraying from between the lips of her slit. Instead, the succus from the coming suddenly flooded her mouth and throat as if they had been poured between her sass. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not find the source and the addition of mollie's breasts on her 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 tope it all. While rosemary was filled with care and struggling to get air, the force of the two women and the terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the mysterious flood of pussy succus stopped running down her throat and Rosemary was capable to emit without job. As her pulse slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her sassing and throughout her sass, 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 position. With her knees on either side of rosemary's capitulum, molly set herself down on the old Angelica Archangelica, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to lap up it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosmarinus officinalis's mortise joint and pulled them back, completely putting her kitty-cat and anus on display. As she worked her natural language in and around the velvet arm of mollie's catch, Rosemary shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her quiet rear end and her pussycat, and they weren't the hands of genus Selene and she was surely they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her twat, he/she wet their digit with her juices and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the ring. rosemary was so turned on that she was desperate to find the finger interpenetrate her anus, but she also wanted to have a go at it whom it was.

Rosemary gave a sudden and shrill hum of pleasure as she felt a soft mouth going to work on her wet pussy, the stranger working their backtalk on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosemary felt the stranger insert their finger into her asshole, working it back and Forth in the tight wet wring, using her purulent juice as lube. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another duad of mitt squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her nipples, and the duration of the nails and balminess of the hired man told her it was Selene. The whiz was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to breathe with molly's delectably diffused wet puss smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their mo fingerbreadth into her arse, Rosmarinus officinalis noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingers, a cold severeness on the backrest of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"maestro,"Rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claw, he had never really used his hired hand very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claws had been replaced with the small alloy dental plate on the backs of his script and digit, and even though he had lost his foresightful prongy demon tongue, his major power of pleasance went well beyond simple physical contact.

After several bit of licking her pussy and fingering her son of a bitch, Baltoh pulled away from her. rosemary looked up from under molly's pussy and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a flavour of adoration on her aspect as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, rosemary laid her foreland back and Molly changed her position, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's nerve with her house ass cheeks while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was ineffectual to hold Rosemary's legs back, so Selene did it for her. With rosemary's legs spread, Baltoh hefted his cock and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to find a large mass within it.

Rosmarinus officinalis moaned as she felt him introduce her, stretching her pussy with his head and diaphysis. The sensation was much abrupt than ever before, his cock tone so huge and hot in her slender body. The powerful missile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first metre, Baltoh forced his stopcock back into her like a hammer chock. Moving his whole body fast that he would kill a mortal woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with cryptical potent shoves. Rosemary couldn't help but belly laugh in happiness as he fucked her into degree of pleasure that surpassed her barbarian fantasies. He was slamming her twat with his cock with the Saame speed that a hum snort used with its backstage to hover.

It was less than ten seconds before he gave another screaming coming, but this meter, she was ready for the flood of her pussy juices to occupy her mouthpiece and throat. Knowing how to take a breath, she gluttonously drank her pussy juices, even while she continued to figure out Molly's anus. Once her coming came to an end, rosemary took a deep breathing place of assuagement as Baltoh pulled out of her and molly moved off her side. She was allowed a moment's suspension before she was forced to carry on, this time with genus Selene straddling her side, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis 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 dispassion and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the rich recess of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such roughshod pounding would be impossible to accomplish without injury. rosemary was giving an unending shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the quirky eroticism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her fingers in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the 1st two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third orgasm.

Not sure enough how longsighted she was out, Rosmarinus officinalis briefly lost knowingness from her exhaustion, the cost of her climax, and the sore numbness in her low-toned body. While it only felt like a minute, when she woke back up, she found herself on her workforce and knee with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the vast rubber toy lying mostly in her pussy. Rosemary suddenly gave a garish shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by molly. This was the number 1 time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church service that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully frizzy feeling, it did land teardrop to her optic and ca-ca her wince.

As she raised her head teacher, she felt a mitt roughly grab her Chin and hale her nerve. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony reflexion on his face as he held his cock up, glistening with her bodily fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouthpiece to suck it unclouded and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and forth and blowing him, Selene and mollie both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her rose hip and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's kitty-cat and Molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her SOB.

As they reached the perfect machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his integral dick into her mouth. Rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating phallus, and even threw up a little. Tears were streaming down her face from her shift gag unconditioned reflex and she was desperately trying to emit, but she was on cloud 9 in price of sexual ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlookers watched like the looker of antediluvian Roman gladiator battles.

As time went on, Rosemary slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could swear her green goddess were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming warner and balmy to the signature and she could no longer feel Molly's white meat against her back or Selene's against her own. Opening her middle, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three room by Baltoh… or written matter of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty stopcock, one was beneath her, bucking his pelvis and pulverizing her bruised snatch, and the original was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not experience alarmed by this strange happening, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosemary felt the knockoff behind her hold her up, so that two pairs of hired man could catch her own. Looking around in the corners of her eye, she saw two knockoff, one on either side of her. They were holding her hands and wrapping her fingers around their erect pecker. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to make them proper script jobs. With a huge cock in each hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final in her cunt, her judgement was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the unfathomable sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to give her center as a rush of joy rushed through almost every foursquare inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and Molly had returned with knockoff and were all grinding against any debunk spot they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their puss against her legs, kissing her feet, running their natural language across the sides of her thorax and face, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the body of somebody else, Rosemary had the gravid coming of her aliveness. Her middle rolled back into her point and her whole body began to resonate. As her organic structure was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of firing hosepipe. Seed overflowed and sprayed from her asshole and puss, mixed with the juice of her orgasm, as well as ran down her throat and filled her abdomen. She was even blinded by thick white watercourse coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as layer after layer of cum coated her dead body. Before retentive, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the thick white sperm. It was like she was a amber statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



Rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the ruler of the dress circle of Lust lying below her. Both of their defenseless bodies were glowing with a blue aura as she slowly stole rosemary's person. The illusion created a sexual fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her sexual reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the process.

As she drank in rosemary's somebody 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 torrid galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough big businessman streaming from his sword to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a fuss of slashes to Tenebrous, but the Demon King blocked them all with his claymore mine of red region. As Baltoh was about to deliver his centesimal attack in the mo, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could oppose, Baltoh kicked him the costa with catastrophic power, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of business of planet, turning them into crumbling rings of fervour and stone.

"Demon Art : Apocalypse bang !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet marrow faster than the speed of brightness. Putting friction match's ultimate onset to shame, he fired a sinister and red beam of Department of Energy powerful enough to obliterate a solar system.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole roadblock !"Baltoh countered, refusing to castrate his flight or slow down.

At the sound of his articulation, a lake-sized vortex appeared in nominal head of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the vacuum between dimensions where it could do no injury. Maneuvering around the screeching fire, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final planet in the tiny pocket of space. With rubble and terrified monsters flying around them, the two fighters began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made luminance particles look like snails.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the metre of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed planets, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and Black person scales stretched like caoutchouc and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine mightiness so that Baltoh couldn't just break free of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's bureau at the clavicle, driving straight through his bureau. Tenebrous smiled at the vision of Baltoh coughing up lineage, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the spark around it, Baltoh's pelage began to twiddle and lucubrate with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearing as his trunk seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the riffle cape took form into a barrel-sized black hole, as inviolable and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to wipe out light itself, the black hole grabbed tenebrious with its invisible chela and slammed him into it like a give birth hug. Gnashing his dentition and swearing in thwarting at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to bend his question sufficiency to see Baltoh various gazillion of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial disaster !"

With a snarling roar, a volley of twisting fire and Edward Durell Stone appeared above his head, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the control surface of the sun and large as a continent. bed of fundamental principle appeared around the welkin, securing it tightly in uncounted layers until the warmth could not be sensed on the surface. With a blue aura, the planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as oceans crashed on its airfoil upon their nascency. Rising up from the soil, towering trees took root, looking for sunlight. The totally universe had taken only a handful of seconds to complete and was almost a perfect ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with stress, Baltoh threw the major planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitative pull of the black hole. Sending pulses of light across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous drained on, crushing him with its free weight and the world power of the contraband hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the satellite wrapped around the smuggled hole and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to give his move.

The reply came with a booming jape and a blackness supernova of shadow fervidness, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the mordant muddle and destroying them both. The dark hellfire surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed major planet but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even number near him. In the center of the gyrating torrent of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as possible in joy at the conflict. This was definitely going to be difficult.



genus Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of tum and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of physique and os that were filling the corridors in an attack to skewer and admit them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach Zen. While the good deal sickened them and they wished they could help, their endeavor would clear no difference, and without Baltoh to create lawsuit of armor and sprain them into social reformer, it would only retard them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in lot. That's the third base time we passed that pot of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to calculate out the anatomy of this creature and witness the esophagus so that we will have a true shot to the mouth, but I don't think it's that mere. None of these stomachs seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to bring home the bacon only outer space for the damned and admit for the easy motion of those sponge. I think damned soul are deposited here some other way, possibly through musical passage hidden within the flock of these wall, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed in circuit, but what if he tried to move through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal pedigree vessels, right ? Possibly magnanimous enough for us to actuate through ? If we can cope to burn up through a wall of these intestines and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully weaken this colossus enough to arrive at our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could play, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some kind of mucus tissue layer or spell, these walls are completely protected from physical and Department of Energy attacks."

"True, but we may be capable to remove that barrier if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a block at an crossroad with a public discussion shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a blue lens in the air."Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The released beam of light of spark sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hosepipe and immediately began to produce a chandelier of ice, while almost doubling its sizing every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the bedchamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passageway, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior paries began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the chassis, it still reacts to weight and impacts, and now the exercising weight of ice is hurting it. Once the dusty showtime seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the physical body around the circumference of the ice began to swell and bruise as the weight cut off circulation through the capillaries, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frozen common cold to get to work. With its frigid bite, the ice killed all the chassis it touched and left it vulnerable to set on. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single cut, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of rip poured down into the sleeping accommodation, but knowing that the injury could close and heal itself at any moment, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their qualm, they crawled through the river of Demon blood, working their way through Baal's eubstance. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt the likes of time of day through the artery. After an stranger amount of time, the stabilise flow of the blood became a pulsing rush, slamming into them with all the power of a fanfare alluvion and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not fight the powerful beats of the nearby centre and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the pectus enclosed space, Selene and Michael raised their power layer to burn off the blood and then turned around, facing the center of Baal.

The pulsating electronic organ was the size of it of a storage warehouse and had a much different figure than a human's or even most animals ’. It had mineral vein reaching out almost randomly across its control surface to allot blood through the torso and well over a 12 bedroom that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's tummy. Would you care to do the award ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

Leaping like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's substance with a downward slash of his steel, carving through the thick muscle without too very much difficulty and causing a flood lamp of gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire chamber and forcing genus Selene to aim to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now find our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a deep voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouthpiece of dripping fang appeared up above the marrow, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as mindless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways separatrix across the heart out of spite. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a Demon as tooth to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any time, I could have killed you without any bother, but you proved to be very interesting. But now the show is over and I look forward to digesting you both. But you girl, I might just eat you up all over again, as you were the most delicious,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat rim that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The simply thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to dodge his rage blast. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of maestro of Torture and titan guarding you or you're just so turgid that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in awe of his shadow."

"Know your place, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to dethaw in belly. The only cause why you were capable to climb into my artery is because I let you out of sake ! There is zilch you can do to harm me ! There is no outflow for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniacal grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a flourish joke. Like a bull lowering its horns, Selene pointed the top of her liquid metal extension at Baal's back talk. The mini solar system above her head that had replaced her halo moved between the wings, with the flyspeck planets now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even potential for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's light grew in intensity.



shining as brightly as a wizard, a spit of molten gold and Ag shot up from the deepness of the volcano, taking figure and hardening. A satanic skeleton in the cupboard of pure sterling Hellsilver took cast with foresightful claw extending from the fingertips and a brace of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like aspect. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the infernal region Prince, while the cheek remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying Molly and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a doughnut of flame surged up from the muckle around junkyard, like the hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being able to escape ?"mollie asked.

"Not a chance. I doubt even our spells will let us break through that roadblock, so our only Hope is to press him and promise for the best,"the garden angelica 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 top executive of the Prince of avarice weighed down on her like a clayey backpack.

"wellspring then all we can do is try and go long enough for aid to come ! watch over out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them clock time to dodge. Knowing that there was naught they could do to alter the billet, the fighters resolved to just buy as much time as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : fishgig of destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning annihilation !"Molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electricity. Being like ants fighting an elephant in terms of size and intensity, their spells had trivial affect on the netherworld Prince, causing only a stinging lesion on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can kill me with such distressing tone-beginning ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blow of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to buckle and melt from the proximity to the eruption. His unharmed decent face badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was ineffectual to appease in the air.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid annihilation !"molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to reckon away from Gabriel and centre on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to bourgeon forward fast enough to interrupt the speech sound roadblock and make a transonic boom. The block of atomic number 79 slammed Mammon in the breast, nearly causing him to fall back out of the vent like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in pain. This was the chance of a lifespan !

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the tone-beginning would decrease Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with sufficiency effectiveness to labor through a army tank, molly sprayed mammon with a jet of dust, trying to lessen his passion and power like a attack being extinguished. Blinded by the George Sand and feeling it seal his major power back into his body, Mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to second off and stood back up in the oral cavity of the volcano. Snarling in botheration, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a glob of liquid Hellsteel, hitting mollie dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his tan, Gabriel once again took to the sky to substitute Molly, after summoning four hope beacon fire to boost his intensity even further."Let's see how you like fighting flack with firing : Angel Art : Burning lunar month cut !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy fire surging from his raised sword.

As his peak increased, the storm of fire grew in sizing and vividness, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his steel in lap, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the blast to its uttermost mogul. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at mammon with the flames compressed into a monumental crescent blade, the size of a mutant stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more strong point than he had expected. Struggling to oppose the power of the blade, he released a powerful maze to neutralize the quiver of his body. Knowing that this was his one opportunity to inflict some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his intensity, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered Mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the gust cut through his script, sheered off his arm, and left a huge gash across his chest that managed to break through his robes and muscleman of gold and break through five ash grey ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their windowpane of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing Ocean !"Molly beckoned from high in the sky.

mammon had just plenty clip to look up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the Victoria poured down onto his molten ore body and his volcano, causing Thomas More steam and Mary Jane to spew up than the volcanoes of Hawaii in a year. He howled in pain in the ass as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the H2O and began to shatter. The deluge of brine coursed down the sides of the vent, flooding the fortresses before washing across the mi of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to decimate the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and mollie landed on the earth beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking fragment of gold and silver that poured down the side of meat of the vent like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several declamatory cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick 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 skeptical."Don't be so sure,"he warned as an minatory laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the low gear fourth dimension, a gargantuan cloudburst of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking shape into a pinched golem with muscles and pulp of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat me with such a misfortunate attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like wall of solid gold around his volcano.

"red cent it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recover our energy or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."waiting, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's low than before and splattering gold with each motility. Before, he was expectant and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nada 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 vent ; he is the vent itself ! wait, he even summoned that buckler around it to protect it from legal injury !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the volcano, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"rightfield, there is no point in time in fighting that affair coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of power. None of our long distance spells are strong enough to transgress through that shield, let alone kill the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll see what we're doing and kill us."

Molly just grinned and spread her backstage before pointing them both at Mammon. She then lowered her fount, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system of rules 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 column. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the steeple like flack up a chimney beam of light and with his wings retracted, the wind and body of water of the furious gale violent storm above the castle was not secure enough to face-lift him off his foot, though the vast bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging good time that made each step various clip more difficult. Like the rest period of the castle, the tower between each window was a rigidify human, standing up nude while the freezing wind and water battered their bodies. Raphael ran yesteryear and even stepped on more goddam somebody than he could count, men begging him for aid and women offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his friend was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only slow up him down.

Down below him, the wall and other building surrounding the main tower of the castle were piles of burning junk, with ogre dead body parts scattered everyone and blood splattered across every aerofoil. While their numbers had been great and their fuse power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just remove them on one at a meter. While it was a slow procedure and the uncertainness of his friend's fate made it difficult, he survived with petty damage or energy going.

Without warning, a tenacious black prat 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 towboat, hovering at his level despite the lead and rain. The Gargoyle released a tacky screech and reached out with one of its taloned hands, nearly slamming Raphael into the wall. As a billow of Lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet Light Within, Raphael gave a thunderous roaring and jump off off the demolish staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the tempest. The creature grabbed its foe, holding Raffaello Santi out from its body. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Santi hacked off the creature's hand, freeing himself from its hairgrip and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Sanzio grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the tool's neck, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to descend, Raffaello Santi pointed his manus back at the tower and launched a prayer beads strand, using it like a grappling hook to grab onto one of the human being pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to bewitch his breathing place, he stood up and continued sprinting up the staircase, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to redeem Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a mathematical group of daimon on the stairwell, raping a few unredeemed souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and bump gratuitous from the castle social system. Without slowing down, Raphael beheaded the beasts with four promptly 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 wall of Asmodeus'sleeping room, flooding it with the dim lighter from outside. The ruler of the Circle of lecherousness was nowhere to be found but his center immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving body on the trading floor in the center of the room.

"Rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee joint, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of black Mary Jane and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his straits to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her body with her foot.

"You bitch, what the inferno have you done ? ! Why do you look like rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her psyche. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, swayer of the Circle of lust. I simply fell in beloved with this girl's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breath from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my Friend, you shall support a fate worse than the most pitiful soulfulness in this world !"

Asmodeus'boldness transformed, her cheeks splitting open to divulge long needle-like dentition, her oculus becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of it of fists, and her long sinister hair writhing like snakes. Clapping her hands together with a razz, she placed a hex upon Raffaello Santi, making his solid trunk jerk and causing his sword to descend out of his script. He tumbled to the primer coat, ineffective to affect as the big businessman of Asmodeus assailed his thinker like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could confront person like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never stargaze of having a prospect against a ruler of blaze !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental adhesiveness !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of energy, each having consumed her extremities, suddenly pulled on her arm. Her get out ft locked in a arena of water, her rightfield foot in a field of stone, her right hand burning in a flaming orb, and her left helping hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the dry land, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, further securing her. hard than steel and imbued with the power to drain energy, it sealed her in seat so that not even her midsection could move.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to pause free of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would get known that while I was originally an archangel, I was created through the spinal fusion of an army of Angel mortal instead of given animation by Divine. True, you managed to steal a piece of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it run out everything from you ! You gave into the delusion !"

"No, I just infused that someone with my energy so that you would suppose it was my lawful spirit. I used it as a decoy to keep you from noticing my other spirits. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never push aside a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, wishing that there were more people around to see her acquirement. Alas, the only one there to watch over was the astonied Raphael, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to give away free of those spells, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strong suit doesn't come from sheer destructive magnate like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemy into submission with mind-blowing magic. However, after all the fourth dimension I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your index and developed a mental immunity. In verity, you are weaker than the Masters of torment in terms of raw power, but your illusions are impregnable enough to subdue the early Hell Princes.

However, being that you are still a hellhole Prince, I will still need you out with my most powerful spell to seduce sure as shooting that you don't survive. Raffaello Sanzio, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusional paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his foot, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her wings as her with her illumination solar arrangement gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Santi thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the proficiency first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized planets between her wing began to orb around the sun at fantastic speeds.

"It was an incomplete proficiency, but one that is more powerful than any garden angelica or fiend spell…"molly said as an atmosphere of energy formed around her own cosmic aura, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his fan and loyal followers. It is his talent, the ability to shape destine itself,"Rosemary finished as the castle began to excite from the insurmountable tycoon 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 resolution would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interfere ! Not even the Hell Princes can stand up to our dedication and strength !"sll three women shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of netherworld shook as the beams were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic explosion upon their initial trice. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the true power, genus Selene's focused neon blast carved through Baal's interior like a blowlamp through snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant light upon the surrounding mountain ranges.

With a golf hole blasted open and Baal in too a lot agony to stop them, she grabbed Michael's hand and turned around. With her back to the spear, she fired again, this clock time into the depths of the sin Prince's torso bodily cavity. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the first blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the blast and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the hulk scaly deal that was the daimon.

Baal had the consistence of a morbidly obese stegosaurus with unholy characteristics. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with retentive nipper, his head had no olfactory organ and was instead ( originally ) a pit of dentition surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his hindquarters looked like a rocky ridge that had existed since the birth of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in metre to see the integral hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud large enough to annihilate the entireness of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming guggle hurled profligate and guts in all directions like a hulk stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the Hell Prince Ball would never again eat another soulfulness. Still firing the light beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for devout spirit and trying not to be blinded by the brilliant light.



With molly, her eruption's size multiplied every sec, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred animal foot. Raising his hand and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse Eruption and desperately launching it to counterbalance the blast. The two beams collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the intact junkyard to instantly get up into the air and dematerialize from the sheer power. Regardless of Mammon's strength, the Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the fourth dimension it reached the Hell Prince, the beam of light's radius alone was greater than the tiptop of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like glass and obliterating the ore spectre. As the molten Oliver Stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a concluding shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic eruption, peeling away her figure and destroying the wall behind her. external, every damned soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest percentage point of the tower exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon radio beam, as muscular as a solar flare. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Hell, and in every circle, the melanize and red cloud and the burning sky were blocked out by a superb colorful light display, like the Aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the trance faded and the woman stopped to overtake their breathing spell. mollie and Rosemary fell to their knees, gasping for air, and Michael had to hitch Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same flurry of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their minds as they realized just how a good deal solid Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across infernal region, they were all thinking the same thing.

"holy diddly-shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go happen Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery coltsfoot in full view, a portal opened up in the infinite of the pits and the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a master key of twisting on how to profit access to Tenebrous'domain. The first-class honours degree thing they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the blank space of Hell was not a vacuum like the existence of Cinereo and their courtship provided their own air supplying, there was Thomas More energy in the surround than the turnout of a billion suns across their life. Selene and the others had to elevate their great power levels just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the blood-red galax, they all gasped at the scene taking space before them, for even on a galactic scale, the ripples from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were insufferable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the universe, crashing into a red region star with enough force to knock it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off like water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his hand and grasped the damaged sun with his baron, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : astronomic ocean !"the Celestial avatar roared. Holding more corporeal than a solar organization, a deluge of piddle appeared before him, gravid enough to drown respective dozen planets. The deluge caught the Hellfire star and extinguished it like a burn coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor Meteor Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the intact torrent to block solid in a 2nd. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of trillions of javelins, all harder than Hellsteel and imbued with divine superpower. Swinging his arm, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking projectile, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"daimon Art : erratic Demon Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his bidding, a jet-black major planet appeared before him with a snarling face carved into the side, almost making it await like the ball-shaped head of a gargantuan monsters. Forming on its glowing red middle and clenched jagged dentition, billions of daemon were brought to animation, their bodies forming from the dust of the dark major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the tempest of ice javelins rained down onto the planets surface, killing every bingle one of them in lupus erythematosus than a second. The onslaught continued, chipping away at the major planet like twenty machine guns carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in situation, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast distance. Before the daemon King could retaliate or oppose himself. Baltoh slashed him across the binding, cutting through the wing-like ness and leaving a huge gash in his cover. But even with his brand of black hole matter drawing in issue and light, Tenebrous'dead body was so dense that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own satellite like a hummer through ice, causing continent-sized art object to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his command and symmetricalness and raised his sword."Demon Art : stemma rainwater !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of energy were fired with the mogul of Lucifer's Apocalypse Eruption. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each bang like a biker going down the expressway in the amiss direction. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his sword, activating his sword power and absorbing the flak into a covenant atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the conflict with awe and sodding disbelief, staring at the chain of world eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a graduated table that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the acts of tot compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the liveliness of the Hell Princes like ants under a steamroller. genus Selene was the most astonished, unable to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighter aircraft locked sword with loose fire streaming from the Demon Billie Jean Moffitt King's steel and being absorbed into the Celestial Avatar's. With unparalleled speed, Tenebrous reached around with his prat and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his essence with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took reward of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his behind then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a stitching machine moving at the velocity of light. The red region sword pierced his body several thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his bum, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmea before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The impingement was potent enough to send fissure across the surface of the dark world, easily visible from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a bull, 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 doctor his combat injury and recover his strong point. He had used up about half of his might so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely fresh. If he were to have any chance of slaying the Demon magnate, he would demand to bring out the big guns and stop trying to wear thin him down.

In the turning point of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his branch out to his sides, Baltoh gave a roaring that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA soulfulness !"

From his body, the ignitor of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal moving ridge of fire surged out in tall counsel. Tenebrous shielded his eye, blinded by the Light Within just a cleave second before he was caught in the spinning Wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute tragedy to shame, the supernova reached out in all directions and lit up the crimson galaxy with its nuclear flaming, burning 100 of clip brighter than any natural star topology death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow energy for trade protection, using his own power to restrain from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear flaming. 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 script was a full-sized star, compressed into a record.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his steel, using it to block the flatten star that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of attack stretched across blank, the saw vane of compressed atomic explosions pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windshield of a motortruck, Tenebrous didn't even point out Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened sensation in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this metre vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of atomic flame flying towards him, but was unable to halt it from slamming into his back. The torture of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the kickoff sun to pink his sword aside and ram into his breadbasket. The two grinding leaf blade continued to twirl with tenebrious held between them, howling in excruciating botheration. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon power, knowing that this was his prospect to end the conflict. tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evilness grin."Just kidding. Demon Art : Universal Extinction !"
He swung his sword, shattering the two flattened suns. In an eruption that was darker than a black hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the dwarf equivalence of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for trade protection.

Teleporting to the other position of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and proficiency, both foes began wildly slashing at each early, not even bothering to block or dodge any attempt. Their brand were moving like the brand of a nutrient processor as they basically hacked away at each other, sending blood and Gore flying.

playacting on inherent aptitude, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."heavenly Art : Sound Shatter !"

bellow like an animate being, he gave off a auditory sensation wave that was louder than anything else in the story of the universe and went across every frequency. The heartbeat traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'wandflower like a wavelet through a pool after the splash of a big stone. Every planet and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic point, with the shaking having shaken the adhesiveness to the head of breaking. Tenebrous covered his ears and howled in pain as his electric cell threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Negro Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his bridge player above his read/write head, he formed a mountain-sized shameful cakehole with altered abilities, negating its gravitational pull. Baltoh closed his work force into clenched fist, causing the wholly lightlessness hole to give way apart like with the battle against Old Nick. Shoving the air, he launched the ignominious marbles at the Demon King as the spell suggested, each heater weighing more than an entire star and flying at well past the speed of light, The stream of hummer rained down on Tenebrous, each troll striking with incomprehensible power, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his form. Not even he could endure up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper post.

But even with his body fall apart and battered, he still had more than enough power to cast a turn."Demon Art : Black Thread Hex !"

Crackling like bolts of lightning, a net of millions of black corduroys with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his trumpet towards Baltoh. The Celestial avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would collapse Tenebrous a huge vantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon worldly concern and watched to see what would encounter. The storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worm and tearing it apart. lump of stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cord'depth, until finally shattering like a fragile wine ice in somebody's powerful grip.

‘ shit it, I'm running out of might, it's clip to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his blade, severing all the cords with an invisible slash of world power. Pressing his palm together, he began gathering his powerfulness for one of his ultimate attacks."celestial Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

arse him, a full-sized supernova flared into world without so often as a star, lighting up the cosmos. A spin around battlefield of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the meat on either side of the gargantuan burning coin, a beam of silver and reddish blue vim was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a line of visible light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards Tenebrous with enough force to urinate the Resolute Cataclysm look like a laser pointer.

Having recovered from his trauma Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sphere of disgraceful and red Energy."monster Art : Apocalypse clap !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable force-out collided in a catastrophic burst of light and Department of Energy so powerful that the beetleweed itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to see away to proceed their oculus from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all other forcefulness in the universe. This was god-level fighting at its pinnacle ! The promiscuous finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite side of the galaxy, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of fatigue. Even over such a Brobdingnagian distance, they could both see and take heed each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"soul looks tired, want me slow down down so you can take a falling out ?"tenebrious taunted.

‘ hoot 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 Hell, as long as he is in Hell itself, his might is limitless. Trying to wear 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 bored that I can barely stay awake. Let's finish this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop curtain of king he had, he summoned a grand full-sized wizard, all at critical batch and on expiry's door.

"You can't win !"Tenebrous laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon heads materialized, all looking like the point of Lucifer with charging Apocalypse Eruptions between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe 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 roadblock between the existence so that no one could inscribe them. We can't leave without him !"Raffaello Sanzio argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'fire approached their maximum grade of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their stop number boost piece, everyone guessing through the empty-bellied space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as realness would earmark. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his fingers, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a endorsement, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corners of space, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red wizard. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would materialize. vertebral column in the crimson wandflower, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a ignominy that you were ineffectual to say goodby to them, because after this flack, you won't exist in any cast or soma !"tenebrious cackled.

"There is no need to say good-bye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both immortal roared as they swung their arms.

buns Baltoh, all the stars went supernova, instantly turning into prodigious disc of fire and gas while launching their gamma ray bursts. Behind Tenebrous, all the Lucifer heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very center of the galaxy, the blasts met. From the recession of quad, everyone became breathless as a brilliant brightness could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the aloofness. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an underwater explosion. Moving faster than the natural law of natural philosophy would grant, the brightness surged across outer space in all focus like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"genus Selene tearfully shrieked as the visible light reached their office and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was animated or drained. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from injury that covered most of his consistence, and his senses were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of energy.

Baltoh opened his center, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a mount. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his environs. The deep red galax was gone, reduced to a hazy stew of thaw speck. There wasn't a single entire atom in the integral galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a blade of distill hellfire pierced his breast from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a one harm and at full strength. Baltoh stared at the sword with his whole consistence trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his steel to point him at the other center of the wandflower, where his black stool still hovered, undamaged except for a big crack across the back."Behold, the literal Throne of hell ! As long as I am here, my mogul aren't just Lord, they are limitless ! Even with all your posture, you can not look all the office of this existence on your own ! No subject how hard you fight, as long as you are in Hell, you are child's maneuver to me ! You never had a probability in defeating the dark ! evil has no impuissance !

The almighty Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and rickety ! How about I let your Quaker come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to gather any strength with the demon King's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized paw of tail energy from his own palm tree and sent it across space at stop number that dwarfed sluttish itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's admirer, the fissure in Tenebrous'crapper began to stretch forth and broaden. In the corner of distance, he grabbed the unconscious mind Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, Sir Thomas More scissure began to come along in his commode and small tongues of Hellfire began to flick out.

bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. rip ran down the fair sex's faces as they saw the helpless State Department he was in.

"Look upon your deliverer, this the man you trusted and believed in ! Look upon him and forever retrieve that is the big businessman of darkness that formula over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to appear in his throne. He then ripped his steel from Baltoh's dresser and pointed it at Selene."You will be the first to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to retrieve some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but mollie, Rosemary, and the Angelica Archangelica quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the Leslie Townes Hope that they could at least decelerate him down, but the Demon baron effortlessly carved them down with his red region brand. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his head word, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the can of blaze suddenly shattered. tenebrious brought down his steel towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming tip 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 netherworld. The black throne of human being and fiend bones was gone, the ominous internal having broken away to reveal a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to interpret it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even urinate her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smile on his nerve. tenebrious looked back at him with his face filled with brat."This is the reliable Throne of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That fatal plate that coated it before, you used that to use the potty of nether region and go on it in your control so that it would give you tycoon instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the wound in his chest.

"The Thrones have testament of their own and their universes were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to keep up the residual, and nether region to punish the evildoer. Tenebrous took the Throne of Inferno and then used the ability it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our encounter was the Navy SEAL broken and Hell freed from his evil control. After all, how could the topographic point that punishes evildoer be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the Throne of perdition has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the early hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A fervid atmosphere instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his wounds."You could say that Hell and I are under good terms with each former,"he said as a sphere of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a prevaricator and a demon, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal ruling ; it is the decree of Hell ! snake pit and I fight side of meat by side, perdition is my ally, and we exist for the Sami reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too long, and it is sentence for you to pay the Price ! In the name of underworld, I will kill you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of vigor growing in superpower and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be better if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his 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 influence of power in Baltoh's handwriting and the Light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and dangerous tour ; Celestial Silence. The power in which to polish off a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what chance to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the daimon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade play 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 onetime fiend Martin Luther King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a spherical border with a radius of five statute mile radiated from the spell, severing that infinite from reality. The vault of heaven quickly began to shrivel up, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a gaping hole in the existence and the fabric of infinite and fourth dimension. tenebrific gave one concluding roar of terror as the arena closed in on him, crushing him with all the thing trapped within it. Defying the constabulary of physical science, it continued to wince, crushing all the matter beyond the point of black mess textile and shrinking until it was smaller than a quark cheese, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and soundbox, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The lingua of firing brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an beast, causing no harm. They barely even felt real. Sitting in the toilet of perdition, he took a deep breather and thought back through his whole adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, free somebody to make unnecessary, but the Princes and ruler of the fiery realm had been defeated and the subspecies of Demons would soon be extinct. The immediate past barely meant anything, what was important was the recollective term. Would he get hold of the throne of hellhole and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even rule them both ? Would he return to Earth with genus Selene ? Was it possible to truly find peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for ten-spot of chiliad of years and reached the storey of a god truly put away his blade and bar fight ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a white suit, had a pair of backstage with sterling silver feathers, and his halo was in the form of a top of visible light. His hair was Caucasian and combed back and he had a short face fungus and his skin colour was a light tan, as he was of midriff Eastern declivity. He was walking casually on the empty blank space as if he was taking a stroll through the park and came to a stop beside the commode of Hell.

"I established a back door in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the earliest Angels and the ruler of Heaven. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should meet at to the lowest degree once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to pour down genus Selene, but I stopped when I saw the Throne of blaze beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the Devil has been defeated and the throne of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every right to be angry with me. It was because of my formula that your original human soulfulness were sent to Hell in the first place. It is because of me that Hero of Alexandria have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should detest me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is more my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of ripe that does. You meddled with the Earth of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you most. You let wars and religion burn out of ascendence and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the can with his encamp fingerbreadth in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living organism to be able-bodied to shape their own life sentence. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to decree over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the Throne. I waited for that person to come and bestow balance so that the war between luminosity and darkness could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the Lapplander icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to remain angry at me ? I sent Selene and molly to let you recognise that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past check in the past ?"He asked.

"You really throw spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how metre moves here. yesteryear, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a violate life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for mortal born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, hold on 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 rubble and melted quark cheese that were hovering in the nought graveness."This all started because of too much interference in some plaza and not nearly enough in others. My obligation is to maintain order, so to startle, I think I'll carry out order. That's all you need to know old man."

"funny story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the 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 need to grow up. It is time for you to make out to condition with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realms, too very much anger and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe of discourse were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring gild and balance wheel, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can last with all this hatred, or if the lull in battle will stir the beast and cause it to take in you and squirm you into wickedness, just as it has to so many others. You have the power of a god now Baltoh, but are you truly deserving of it ? We both know what happens when a pot is taken by person with the damage ambitions.

You've gone through a large variety, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your superpower comes from. It's clip to switch who you are as well."Wahvey said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the can of Hell with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armour gone. He got to his foot and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful beauty crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her strength. Her news were unsufferable to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worry she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the feel of her silky tomentum. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh tour and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the side of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my good sweet-scented Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting mollie show her charge. Like Selene and rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his workforce and congratulating him on doing the unacceptable. Michael was the cobbler's last to congratulate him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my greatest ally and my receive superior."

"I'm not your superior, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's oddity."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the strong will to slay vicious and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Hell to you, so that you may reign this region and make indisputable that evil is never allowed to raise again. I trust you to realise Hades what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to swoon. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a diffuse kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, Molly, and Rosemary reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a second had passed on terra firma since their deviation, and globe was still in a frenzy as hoi polloi tried to figure out just what the shag had happened.

‘ mass of Earth, discover my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his speech to the linguistic communication of those who heard it.

A new rippling pulsed through the Earth as the great unwashed looked at each former and simultaneously asked,"did you try that ?"

‘ My public figure is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this creation. I am speaking to you now so that you may make love what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the help of the forces of Heaven, I have slain the Devil and his kingdom now lies in downfall. A bang-up change has arrived and the ability of darkness has been brought to its blue spot since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be public security, then the flack of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this reality of the evil that poisons its citizens. With the pits below to punish the sinner and Heaven to rewards the virtuous, I will reshape this world so that all serious people can hold out in peace and felicity. I will end the putrescence, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in tax return is your good will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a arrant heart and right deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and purge your somebody of wickedness, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Moslem, or any other, you are compeer in my eyes and have the same chance and obstacle to get yourselves on the right track. Your organized religion means nothing to me, only your title and your resolve to pee this existence a better place for everyone will order your plaza in the future world. This metamorphosis will be unmanageable and there will be rebellions fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can make this humanity into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a luck to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this time, the corking chance of all has been given to you. We can finally regret for the criminal offence of the past, we can finally revel the stage instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even large. This is our chance to cleanse this man and reacquire the true up will to go and trust to do sound. The time of pain and hatred is over, the time of justness has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal following."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate Free State, enjoying the sunlight and new air. Behind him was a blue-painted sign of the zodiac with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade hide were holding hands and with expression of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as genus Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several transactions later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her consistency shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, molly was having a similar conversation with her family, while Rosemary was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they take it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smiling."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was voiceless convincing them what I had said was dependable, even after everything that had happened. I had to let on my armor, extension, and supernal halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my end, even though I was right in nominal head of them, though they became more at simpleness when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a indulgent chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even surely how to explain you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other woman,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two cleaning lady. 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 head on her shoulder.

"mollie is still talking to her family and Rosemary is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the world. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any form of religious or ghostlike belief on people and to only implement requirements for in effect deed and good deportment, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might deliver to put on a true up display of power before they finally accept my rules and give up their selfish sins."

"wellspring if there is anyone who can purge the world of its immorality, it's you,"Selene purred as she wrapped her arms around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few nice hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the face of the ground, the two lovers rematerialized in the very center of the universe, in a vivid nebula of all color cascading together with 1000000000 of stars glistening in the screen background. Clouds of hued gas as gravid as solar scheme wafted past them like tongues of fire, more beautiful than a homo mind could compass. Baltoh and genus Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquid metallic element wings and Baltoh without his mantle, and the two of them holding each early in the warmness of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the emptiness of space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no bother breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, ineffective to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The provenance of everything. It is from this tip, billions of twelvemonth ago, that the world was born. From that initial split second, Cinereo came into existence and Heaven and Hell later budded off from it like cellphone. We are in the rattling heart of all existence, what better space to make roll in the hay ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her cervix, with each touch his brim against her skin sending waving of delight through her body, like miniature orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'genus Selene mentally said while she tried to retrieve through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a quick smiling. ‘ Not nearly as a good deal as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their lip swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their knife and let them wrap around each former and probe the interior of each other's mouths. Even though he had lost all of his fiend characteristics, Baltoh was able to change his strong-arm form to fix his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his spit, she raised one of her smooth leg and wrapped it around his second joint. With all of the maven in the universe positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent howler of mental euphory as Baltoh's vitality flooded her body, letting her glimpse into the power of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the whole universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her mental imagery. She could see everything from the belittled atoms to the largest coltsfoot, all with equal clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the unspeakable feelings to slow to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't retort to the life she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his finger against the slope of her face, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't vexation. calmness yourself and trust in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their sassing interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her existence with the aura of divinity fudge, 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 intensity of the belief but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another wide-cut glimpse into his public and making her creative thinker cry out as it struggled to happen a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a tedious, steady rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in infinite, their lips having yet to fully separate from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could finger her mind getting used to the god-like notion and became mostly immune to it, regaining her solve gumption. As Baltoh's zip surged through genus Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their torso intertwined from their Department of Energy being released and orbiting around them like rubble around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more and Sir Thomas More of Baltoh's business leader flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equipoise in full term of powerfulness, moving to the same level of existence.

Casting aside their big businessman and living side of meat by side in the Same story, they shed the feelings of the zip entering and exiting their bodies. In the neo space, they felt only each early's physical flesh, just like the first clip they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect speed and touching all the right station. genus Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wild with his deep thrusts, not needing any of his powers to charge up or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the spirit of Baltoh's stopcock being forced into her hourglass frame. Again she tried to find language to discover how undecomposed it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his tycoon flood her mind and grant her a position of the region of the Lord, the variability between the two sensations offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his thinker, Baltoh too was struggling to determine a description, not only for the incredible smell of being so close to the woman he loved and the touch of her subdued tactile sensation, but also his passion itself, the making love he felt for her. No subject what he came up with, whether it be an intact Holy Scripture of poetic gold dedicated to the sole aim of summarizing his notion 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 express his love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a cryptic and stabilise rhythm, the two buff lost raceway of time, for sentence itself was bending around them as their energies were released in greater and large volume, forming an air of raw powerfulness that was like a sun with them in the eye.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a cooccurring orgasm, so herculean 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 virtuoso around them of their energies closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and minds. Defying her vista of reality, the sensation she experienced with the surge of power surging back her mind surpassed the original feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the wave of bliss that flooded him like tidal wave of light. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching creation completely, for the mixture of vigor contained both their hearts and somebody. Neither of them could even order if they were still animated or dead, as the blissfulness they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a wink as brilliant as the Big smash itself, the world power was released back out in a radiant supernova. twist and rolling, clouds of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and belief like radio waves. The mightiness and passion of the rush was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of time, everything became still, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the heart and soul of the creation as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and asterisk deep into each former's eyes, unable to consider what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a soft kiss.




The End