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Chapter 1



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

Up at the very top of the conglomerate state of matter construction, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red instant in the Zane Grey sky. From this instant, a glowing orb came into existence, resembling a deep red light electric-light bulb. It was not brilliantly or powerful enough to suck attention from the mass below and it was completely masked by torrential rain. The raindrops that passed by this burning flash were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the affected rut being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial news bulletin ; instead, it grew in vividness and size of it while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a human fist, it began to flesh out into an undulating vertical magnetic disk as great as a dinner table. There was a second flash and the phonograph record became still, having completed its transfiguration. It became self-colored like glass, with shifting hues of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the magnetic disc, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the construction, causing the alloy to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous curtain of red visible light was a choir of agonizing shriek and call of pain, pouring out from the depth of the cherry-red light. Were the conditions exonerated, the people down in the streets would instantly gaze up in revulsion at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their ears to try and protect their souls from its ravaging feeling. The sound radiating from this dark fantasm was one not signify for mortal ears, a sound that was never intended to be set loose upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the pelting were the citizenry of New York spared the mind-scarring chorus line.

A ripple stretched out from the center of the disc and a shadow came into sight from its depths, like a sea animate being slowly rising to the open of the ocean. Slowly, a chassis stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the wireless tower on one foot. The figure was a tall young man with a angle but muscular build, garbed in brown boots, hoar sloppy drawers, a black sash, and a black hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his wrist were two rosary beadwork cords and two alloy hamper. The man had medium-length wickedness hair that was slicked back, a gray skin color, piercing blueish heart that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two car horn that protruded just past his fuzz cable and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning halo came into scene, hovering above his heading, as well as four monolithic offstage that grew out of his back. Each was More than twice the size of his body when fully blossom and stretched, with the low-pitched set of wings resembling bat annexe but with scales instead of flesh, and the upper wings like the wings of an bird of Jove, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the back of his pelvic arch was a long Negroid butt with a rope-like length and flexibility and a bladed stinger on the end like a fumbler tongue, but with a tearing shot. His fingertips were armed with triangular nipper that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

His name was Baltoh, and his arrival was an omen 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 tuner tower and wrapped in his wings. His promising hoar eyes scanned the city below, taking in the thought. It hadn't been very long since his finale sojourn to the human human race, as he traveled there frequently.

"I'll uncovering you, just you wait…"he muttered with a vocalisation that was as clear and unwavering as it was oceanic abyss.

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



genus Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eye focused on the book of crossword puzzle puzzles in her hand. Even with her mind completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter intelligence for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crew of daily commuter and the erratic menstruum of traffic.

genus Selene was a beautiful cleaning woman in her mid 20 with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, yearn nigrify fuzz that was straight yet wavy, and bright gullible eyes. Matching her beauty was her hourglass shape, with d-cup bosom, a slender waist, an ass and dyad of second joint that were toned with muscle, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each whole tone. Her image was a concoction of adept cistron and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing Shirley Temple Black high-healed shoe that gave a very sexy tap with each step, a dim skirt that tightly held to her smooth thighs, and a tan business coat with her pocketbook wall hanging from her shoulder. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder joint was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential plane of rain. Maybe she should have driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific affinity for the genial exercise. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to labour herself to her terminal point. She was always searching for a challenge, something to conk out the ho-hum procedure of liveliness, it was why she moved to New York in the first of all 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 work out without putting down the crossword Bible or getting run over.

As she walked past the tent-city of Zuccotti parking lot, she raised her unloose manus and gave a thumbs-up.

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

"Occupy !"several of the dissenter cheered in issue, gladiola for the small piece of support.

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

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

"You had advantageously 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 genu and"beg"to keep your job,"her coworker and well acquaintance warned jokingly.

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

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

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're decently on that one. Relax, I'm just one block away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the unsporting pee any mo now. I'll be there in a min. By the way, do you sleep with a twelve-letter word for a high school shoal maths course ?"

She walked past a group of protestors with Republican River nominee signs, shouting for masses to vote out Obama, even with the elections calendar month away.



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of cards of a skyscraper, staring down at the urban center with glowing red eye. The beast was scant than an adult human but much more brawny, with long muscular limbs, serrated talons protruding from its fingers and hook-like toes, bony wings with scabrous frame and thin membrane, twisted horns above it's disfigured jackal cheek, a swishing whip-like rear end, and jet-black skin that was covered in bloody scars. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its toothed teeth burned the stone with the sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over military capability, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud clump, like the cadence of an ancient war barrel. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the ground, completely invisible to all mortal eyes. Reaching the entree of the building, it held opened its extension to their broad size and flapped them, catching the air whooshing yesteryear. The puddles and falling rain around the strawman room access almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the metropolis, the beast tried to contain its excitement and hunger for blood. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the reality of the keep in all of history, and here, there was more food than its half-crazed mind could comprehend. Looking down, creature spotted its first gear dupe. On the ceiling of a nearby office construction, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed clean air.

Having just received a phone call from his married woman that she had just had a spontaneous abortion, the balding middle-aged man did not manage that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the building. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a forte splashing sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feeling that he was alone. While the unholy beast was completely invisible, the man's eyes widened with threat as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop that splattered on its torso showed its sizing and shape.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the chest, ripping open his ribcage and body enclosed space. The man released a garbled cry of pain as blood streamed from his mouth and his organs spilled out onto the floor. The man fell beat to the background and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the line of descent slowly spread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the surface of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with savor, tearing through the body with its claws and chewing on the bloody essence only briefly.

As it slurped up a line of intestine like a spaghetti strand, a bright flash of illumination flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain as its lop wing and arm fell to the floor with thick blood trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long steel in his hand. The hold had no guard and was a half-foot long, while the single-edged blade had a very peg down bod until the halfway point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway head, the size of it suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to weigh down the end of the blade for raise hacking and slashing. The brand finally tapered off to a stabbing full stop, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by 18 inches of straight-razor serrations, ripped open like a gutted fish by the hook-like edge, cleaved by the wide weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the channelize tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to express mirth."You shall receive nothing from me, double-dealer. I was born of bother and malevolence, and there is nothing you can do to make me talk."

Baltoh's flaming ring flared up like burning oil and the livid feathers of his speed wings stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the Devil, your silence will achieve nothing. I will ascertain him and destruct you all."

With a dark bellow, the Gargoyle lunged forward with smuggled smoking billowing from its nipper like fervidness. With little effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's wrist before its talons could give his nerve, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The creature staggered back in agony, and before it could avenge, Baltoh aimed his thenar at it."Angel Art : sanctum Burn."

A fanfare of brightness level was released from his palm with the luminousness of the sun. The light obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impingement of holy flak, incinerating its eubstance while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely slip it for a particularly potent dash of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butcher corpse of the slain man. He snapped his fingers and the ravaged physical structure was incinerated in a surge of white flaming, removing every tincture and not even leaving ashes behind.



Abaddon stood in the bell tug of the Riverside church, watching the rain pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with get down eyes and swishing rear end. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a Demon, and while they were similar in nature, comparing them would be like comparing house cats to lions.

Abaddon's torso was very interchangeable to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly flesh, a recollective tail end, long talons protruding from the ends of his fingers and toes, and curled cornet on the top of his head. However, his body was far more humanoid, with longer limbs and bones, a much neat stance, more malleable digits, a mesomorphic yet lean and less bulky shape, a mechanical man grimace, and even spiky hair. Secured to his wrists were two metallic element shackles and he was wearing a skirt of armor plates around his waist, similar to a prizefighter or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that bastard followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our programme can't work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in engagement the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain hidden, but I need to course so that I may go inviolable enough to fight him. If I feed on enough souls, I may be capable to at least exist confrontation, but you are all to restrain a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her Koran of crossword puzzler. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the visible light of the sun, and with the iniquity of the city, it was in all probability that the vast puddles and blanket of piss would not dry until the next day. The nighttime was unusually dark. For even though the rain had stopped, the midst cloud remained and they refused to allow the moon to shine. With so much moisture in the city, a buddy-buddy mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straightjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from oeuvre, so she had no worries. Even in the darkness with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk home. Not to cite the fact that the can of macer she carried in her handbag was strong enough to thaw the center out of anyone who gave her a funny look.

In a reach of time so small that she couldn't even think of something to compare it to, Selene's world was suddenly flipped upside-down as her weed were ripped away, save for the auditory sensation of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of frame in her body with hot irons while battery acid flooded her veins. Her legs buckled under the agony and she felt herself being snatched up by multiple arms with brutal force and dragged into the nearby alley.

"Damn, that Taser worked like a charm. The kick isn't even screaming,"a course vocalization laughed.

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

Selene was slammed against a brick wall with one of her capturer gripping her by the throat. The impact, while painful, offered some uncloudedness, as she was now able to at to the lowest degree see her aggressor. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his manus around her pharynx, the sec was standing beside the first, and the one-third was a few foundation away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's courteous piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little more than than some cash and credit cards,"the back one laughed.

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

"No… please…"she gasped with her throat burning. Her supplication got her a gruelling thunder to the cheek.

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

Looking through the ace of the stinging smack, Selene's eyes widened as she saw the faint light glinting off the vane. Like his tongue, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to dig her, he slipped the tip of the vane into her collar. For the briefest second, the tip of the sword was touching her skin, and never before had she felt something so stingingly inhuman. To her backup man, the knife was taken off of her tegument, but before she could exhale, her attacker yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With tear streaming from her eyes, Selene cried out in pain as blood trickled down her belly from the deep cut left on her breast from the attacker's malicious and bunglesome removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and panties and the minute aggressor went to work yanking off the shredded clay. Selene shivered in scourge and impuissance as the aplomb air fanned her bare thighs and business firm white meat. Her nipples were now the size of finger join from the cold air and the fear that filled every fiber of her being.

"Look at those confection pap of hers, I wonder how very much cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a short white would front gravid on that night 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 plunder her, and that fact terrified Selene more than anything else in her biography. She had to do something, anything that had the fragile chance of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the strength in her exhausted soundbox, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"someone PLEASE aid ME ! HEL—"

Her sidesplitter was cut short-change as the attacker's leaf blade was plunged into the side of her abdomen, cutting through her without any effort. The pain in the ass that guessing through her was so excruciate, she lost all control over her physical structure and mind. The pain inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrifying than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With blood slowly filling her mouth, her body became gimp while her attackers just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the 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 attackers looked to the entering of the alley, where a lone physique stood, silhouetted against the light of the lampposts in the street.

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

"Who the screwing are you ? !"the minute attacker barked.

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

The first base assailant pulled his knife out of Selene, making her scream in nuisance."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll cut up off your fount, he'll kick your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four with child extension grew out of his rear, with the feathers along the bound of the upper wings flanged like the shaft of a hedgehog and the lower bat-like backstage honed to the tart physique of a blade. With blood oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in incredulity and the three rapists staggered back, cursing in concern. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the flat coat with bloodline pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is nothing compared to mine ! daimon Art : Incineration Flood !"

An irruption of red and black fire surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the alley and every piece of trash to rise into the air. The nighttime flames surged down the back street, slamming into the three rapists like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the attack, Selene watched in horror in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by undulation of black and red flames washing over them. Their dress were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their build was pealed off their bodies, their muscularity were shredded as if by a substance torpedo, blood streamed from their carcasses as their veins were lacerated at every centimeter, their harmonium exploded like water balloons once exposed, and after only a few minute, they were nothing but charred skeletons. As the spate faded, so did Selene's level on cognizance. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her accidental injury, genus Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blackened skeleton in the cupboard of the rapist, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his sick hand over her nude body."saint Art : Laying On Of Hands."

genus Selene's whole eubstance began to shine as a plasma-like radiance wafted from Baltoh's hand and settled on her peel. Her twinge wounding began to close down, her scratching and bruise disappeared, and her body stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In less than half a minute, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to notice himself analyzing every inch of her naked beauty, moving his eye slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wounds, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her purse, proceeding then to search for info. Pulling out a blank out letter, Baltoh read her name and address, memorizing the location of the flat building and the exact unit. Hooking the purse to his window sash, he moved back over to genus Selene. With one arm against her backbone and the other under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her naked trunk while being careful not to come up her with his claws.

Holding the adult female in his arms, Baltoh lost all inactivity and stood as still as a statue, staring at her look. It had been years since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his tracks like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sense impression in his dresser and a glad jitteriness, something that he had never before experienced with his frigidness heart.

Realizing how a lot meter had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to reality and spread his wings. With a individual powerful flutter, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the speech he had found on the missive as he soared over the metropolis. With her long lustrous whisker brushing across her face, Selene was brought out of entire unconsciousness, but her thinker was still only half-awake. Her palpebra slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's face, unsure of if what she was seeing was real or a ambition. What she did know was that he was very bighearted and she was cold. She gave a subdued suspiration as she fell back to log Z's, crossing her weapon system to hold back warm.

With the chilly damp air kissing her bare skin, the sleeping Selene shivered in Baltoh's sleeve. Looking at her, Baltoh felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for her, something that was completely foreign to him. For his total existence, he had never felt anything like the emotions that holding this woman were bringing. Ever since he first came to be, his life story had been nothing but ire and the desire to slay Gargoyles and Demons. His own lifetime meant zero, except that he would not be able to continue fighting if he died. But now… he found himself drawn to this woman.

Unable to understand why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her finisher while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body estrus. He even wrapped his lower wings around her to hold back her protected from the coldness wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight his building erecting, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual attraction for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire escape valve by her unit of measurement like an eagle reaching its nest. With Selene in his weaponry, he stepped forward and passed right through the wall as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the level with unparalleled silence, he retracted his wings and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the elbow room for a reason that he did not know. There were no lights on, but he could see clearly in the darkness. The walls were blocked off by bookshelves or sprinkled with pic of friends and syndicate. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a picture of genus Selene with a immature man and stared at it intently. While they had the like complexion, he couldn't not figure out if he were a swain or brother.

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

As he looked back at the picture, he saw the reflection of two eyes in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his sword materializing in his hairgrip. He came to a halt, steel in hand, staring into the middle of a gabardine and brown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's eyes were fully dilated to take in all possible light, its tail was swishing from slope to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its soft paws. But the felid's military capability was relaxed, as if it were both at ease and warning signal. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt to a greater extent confusion than ever before in its life-time, sensing a vast torrent of dissimilar vigor in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the artillery disappeared as soon as middleman was lost. Turning back to the window to leave, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like airs, staring at Selene's naked body. The city ignitor from outside were regorge upon her disrobe smasher like a wanderer web, illuminating her feminine bod. Her night skin caught the scant beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her dead body was rich in full-bosomed bend, her lean and well-toned anatomy was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her foresightful smooth thigh, the lips of her pussycat looked so delicate and voiced, it was as if they were made of chocolate icing and lacked even a one fuzz. Her total bosom gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her tit were erect from the softness and touchy gelidity of each exhale. Her slick black hair was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strand were draped across her passive face. The lipstick on her lip glistened as she breathed, and her eyelash fluttered with each sleeping shudder in the lids.

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

Murmuring the word shook him from his daze, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became intangible, about to slip away through the wall as if it were made only of light. As he took a stride forward, Selene's optic slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright greens hue.

She reached out for his wing, inadvertently plucking one of his plume."Wait."

Baltoh stopped dead.

"At to the lowest degree answer me this : are you an backer ?"

Baltoh looked away, unsure of how to respond."variety of."

Once again, Selene was reasoned asleep, completely peaceful, the feather locked tightly in her handgrip.



Two sounds filled the abandoned subway tunnel ; the dark joke of Abaddon and the torturous watchword of his eighteen-year-old victim. Having spent the evening alimentation on homeless hoi polloi, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to proceed onto the main row. The new cleaning lady before him had retentive light-haired hair and sick skin, dirtied from years of support in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely au naturel and covered in long bloody cuts, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like slashes of his tail.

She was set over awkwardly, leaning on the ramp alongside the tracks, crying and screaming in pain as the daimon forced his near-horse-sized cock into her lilliputian torso with cold-blooded stop number. Beneath her were the butchered clay of her parents, wet with her tears and the line streaming from between her peg, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the barb of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the young young woman had begged the monster to sustain mercy and kibosh, or to at least belt down her and end the painfulness. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The immorality forcefulness raping her was not human, and while her sense of logic screamed that he had to be, the lady friend knew that it was no man using her in such a cruel way, no issue how impossible it seemed. Feeding on the excruciation and gaining lastingness from her teary cries, Abaddon was not going to testify any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roaring as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The young fille screamed in agony and humiliation as the ogre dug his chela into her flesh and felt his ejaculate flood her body, taking the place of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a second and more weeping scream as an unutterable burning at the stake look coursed through her physical structure. In her vagina, the dark-grey ejaculate was eating away at her human body, burning through her like acid.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an evilness grinning as the girl writhed in painfulness, crying from the wickedness fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before decease, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a hungry boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his teeth as he feasted upon her.

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



Selene bolted awake to the sound of her alarm, reliving the scenery from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her attackers, but only seeing her chamber. The welcoming sight nearly caused her to flop, 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 vividness of her memories.

A humble scowl appeared on her human face, something didn't feeling right. She looked at her bridge player, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her laurel wreath had a slim coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her helping hand wasn't the but thing that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping alarm system and the blood in her nervure instantly became as common cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feathering on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a simple hiss was impossible. Just the size alone made it being an eagle plumage unacceptable. 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 stir, genus Selene called in sick to work, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a shower and washing away the dirt from the alley and the pedigree from her trauma, genus Selene sat in her living room with a cup of coffee, watching the morning news. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A brutal scene was discovered this daybreak by delivery truck handing newspapers. Describing the flavor of burning atomic number 16, they came across an alley that looked at if it had been the aspect of an explosion. The walls of the contiguous buildings were melted and burned, the concrete ground was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the corpse of three organic structure were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police force has allowed us to view the unbelievable devastation. I warn you, the following footage is quite graphic and spectator free will is strongly advised…"

The screen went nighttime for a import and then the view was returned. Selene spewed coffee tree across her cat as she saw the back street, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of horror. She knew without a shadow of a question that the alley they were showing was the skittle alley she had been mugged in the Nox before. The tv camera zoomed in at various compass point, showing the equipment casualty of the blowup. It was a miracle that the edifice themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victims, and Selene had to contend with all her strength not to throw up at the sight of the twisted black skeleton in the closet and the frightful formula of agony on their char faces. The screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseous from the stack of the grim skeletons.

"constabulary are currently investigating the identicalness of the three dupe and the cause of the detonation. They were willing to remark on the strangeness of the event, as there were no reports of any loudly noises, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so lots destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the exam continues, no chemical residue has been found at the site. They can't receive any evidence of an actual turkey exploding or any touch of loony toons ; all they have uncovered is a declamatory amount of sulfur."

With wobbly hands, 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 niche of an office building with his forefront in his palm, mulling over the previous night. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature was reaching into the high sixties. Baltoh had made himself invisible so that he didn't even cast a shadower. He didn't want any distractions as he pondered his next picture and his previous unity. His wings lay draped around him like cover and his whip-like barbed tail lazily flicked as he scolded himself.

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

He then stood up and turned around, running his fingers through his hair's-breadth. He thought back over and over again to the different ace that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his intact existence had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to slay daemon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her naked form tightly… it replaced the fires of angriness in his heart with the flak of passion.

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

‘ To be able-bodied to interact and even defeat a human being being, less than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged demon would require at to the lowest degree two week to amass enough superpower for physical fundamental interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the pale sun and began tapping his foot impatiently. ‘ Something has changed. Either they're getting more powerful or hybridisation over is having less affect. Whatever is going on, I need to put a point to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his head word as a small pop flared in the cover of his mind. He could sense a surge in Demon muscularity and it was compressed in a unity entity. Without a doubt it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through point upon level upon level of abandoned railroad tunnels and sewer lines, moving through solid stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the low-toned tunnel, residing deep below the urban center and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing rats had inflicted scathe to the concrete social organization and formations.

Peeling the muscle off of the break up arm of dead tike, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his feet."How the hell did you find me ? !"

"You may be able to hide yourself from the middle of homo and the visible light of the sun, but you were careless in trying to obliterate your exponent or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was watch over the smell of immorality on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead bodies around Abaddon's feet and the multiple dentition and claw marks."I've let you roam free in this world for too retentive, now you die,"he growled, forming his sword in his hand.

The ogre began to laugh and held out his manus. Bursting from the flesh of his decoration, a line of bone resembling a spinal anesthesia chromatography column reached out and locked together into a meter-long terminal. A aloud snap sound echoed through the sleeping accommodation as the spine began to heave, being crushed by an inconspicuous military group and compacted. All without shattering, the spinal column was compressed into a long brand of a single solid piece of bone, with the spinal anaesthesia ridgeline acting as huge serrations.

"Don't underestimate me two-timer. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding around-the-clock. The abominable cries of these puny humans, they're so beautiful, the strait of the anatomy being torn from their body and their rake being splattered across the wall and floor, the mass of the poor girls'teary faces as I rape them to destruction, and the appreciation of this resplendent feast of agony… it's unutterable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating pain and their soundbox. And I must say, living mankind taste so much more delectable than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… good. Now I've become far solid than I ever was in hell on earth, strong enough to even face you !"

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

A house of cards of swooning suddenly appeared around Baltoh's clenched fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing ripple of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the bulwark, floor, and ceiling of the burrow as if they weren't even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every focus, the ripple came to a plosive consonant and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its management. The tower instantly shattered into billion of piece of music and crumbled to the ground, but before the rubble could even get down to settle, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant 1 spell and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this barrier, let's keep this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a holler cloudburst of black and white Energy Department. Darkness was streaming from his disgraceful bat-like offstage and brightness was streaming from his pearly-white eagle-like backstage.

Abaddon gave a palmy laugh and pointed his brand at Baltoh as blacken flames surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how farsighted you can final stage before you have to fall back to unleashing your full power."

The two foeman crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their swords and collided in deafening clangor. Instantly, every part of solid stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with debris and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her coffee berry table began to reel wildly, with a glowing vapor wafting up from the silky filament. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the feather as it came to a sudden plosive consonant and the crystalline sunrise became more center and hale, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a farting tunnel. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its quarter. The feather began to twitch, with the tip changing direction by only a millimeter of so with each work shift.

delivery her face down low to the table, she looked in the guidance that the feather was pointing. Even without having ever seen something like this, Selene knew that there was a definite purpose for what was going on. In her gut, she knew that plumage was actually pointing to something, and whatever it was, she knew it would have the response she was looking for.

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



Baltoh and Abaddon crashed through a paries of stone, entering an antediluvian cave system deep below the city of New York. Moving so fast that they were reduced to blur, they locked blades over an over in an interminable dance that had been going on for time of day. With each collision, a vast cascade of Dame Muriel Spark would satiate the air, as well dust and shrapnel from every rock and piece of music of stone shattering from the created shockwaves. Only thanks to Baltoh's roadblock was all the impairment instantly repaired and the affects of the battle kept from being noticed by the external world.

‘ Damn it, why is this battle still going on ? It is true that he is far stronger than any rule devil, but I would normally end a battle like this in to a lesser extent than a mo, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my nous or my energy. I feel like I'm bleeding to death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to force all beguilement out of his mind.

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

"monster Art : night pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a prodigious ray of light of dark free energy erupted from the tip of his claw like a funny leger villain's goliath dying ray.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of Heaven !"Baltoh countered, planting his blade in the ground.

Shaking the whole tunnel, an ornate gateway of solid gold burst from the burrow in front of Baltoh. Glowing like a huge neon sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the bang, with the fantasm energy ineffective to even pass between the bars.

"daemon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh then cast.

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized portal vein to Hell opened and a massive skeletal system hand reached up, grabbing the devil with its crushing embrace like a man grabbing an action build and ending the Dark pulse blast. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven trance and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

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

Eventually gaining ascendency of his momentum, Abaddon became nonphysical and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty underpass weapons platform. The bedchamber had two subway tracks with a twin lines of column on the political program between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one English of the chamber but was blocked off due to bushel needing to be made to the weapons platform, and a wall with a dozen payphones stood on the opposition wall. The political platform was on the very fringes of Baltoh's original barrier, signification that if they moved any higher, they would no longer be undetectable.

After solidifying and stepping down onto the floor, Abaddon quickly stepped back as Baltoh shot up from below with his 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 quip through the concrete and causing dust to rain down. Before Baltoh could readapt his sense of counsel and incur Abaddon, the Demon appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking flush. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping stone and crashed straight through one of the wrangle of column like a wrecking chunk through Styrofoam.

climax to a stop, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to jam an execution-style solidus from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each other down, each pushing against the blade of the other. As the screeching phone of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's sword grinding against the vitreous serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as a lot strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one hand from his sword, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to defend himself, Abaddon howled in annoyance as Baltoh slashed him across the breast with his talons, tearing outdoors his chest cavity and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing punch, sending the Demon skidding back L feet. Abaddon struggled to stay on his groundwork with ink-black descent dribbling from his injury, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his foresighted keister and wrapped the tendril around Abaddon's throat, strangling the Demon. He then turned around, swinging Abaddon like the head of a sledgehammer, and planted him in the floor with enough force to create a thirty-foot crater. He released the daemon's throat, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his groundwork, Baltoh delivered a devastating recoil to the brass, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the bulwark with so practically force that even the pay headphone he didn't compaction were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole terminal nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his steel at the Demon, about to present the final motility. Dredging up his tycoon levels for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the speech sound of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a deep gasp as Selene came into view. The beautiful womanhood instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable cogent evidence 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 behind to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

"tone out !"she interrupted, drawing his care back to Abaddon. The devil was heavily wounded, but he was on his pes and had his finger pointed at them.

"Die two-timer ! Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"He roared.

All the rubble on the floor was thrown aside like scraps of newspaper publisher by an spark off fan as a jet-black blast of phantasma vigour surged from his digit like an erupting vent, focused into a dense beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying sufficiency power to cut down half of the metropolis with ease.

Shielding Selene with his wings, Baltoh turned around and acted on instinct. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the edge, defying all police of physics and accidently launching it upwards. Going straight up, the blast burned a hole through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in threat as it continued to prove like a geyser of oil, flying mellow above the tallest buildings in less than a secondment.

With the blast saturating the atmosphere with shadow Department of Energy, nighttime storm clouds began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway system chopine, Baltoh was pushing against the flak with his brand, desperately trying to stop it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his blade and direct it in a different direction, the blast would thrash down onto the urban center like a cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would take to change the centering of the blast, a huge mark could be carved straight through several international mile of the urban center, possibly killing 100 of citizenry. This beam of light was far more powerful than a normal daemon's !

After rising so high that no one could see it, the blast finally faded, growing dilutant and thinner until it split off into just a few wispy beads of force. Baltoh blinked respective multiplication to reset his deal and cursed when he saw that Abaddon had disappeared. He looked up at the maw burned in the street and the disappearing clouds.
"This won't end well…"



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

He was leaning against the table with his annex retracted back into his trunk, in monastic order to prevent from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the alone view of his appearance that he could transfer. His claw, tail, and burning aura could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's commitment to finding answer, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her apartment, though he had to earn himself unseeable in parliamentary procedure to get there without being noticed. outside, the city of New York was like an annul formicary as everyone who had seen or heard of the blast tried to calculate out what it was. There were already dozens of news caravan around the region of the extravasation, held back by a line of police force police officer while anti-terrorism factor and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the ring of gang, Christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a signaling that Judgment Day was at paw. However, after what had happened, no one could quite darned them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should have killed him without any difficultness, but for some reason, I just couldn't put my full crusade into it. I gave him the opportunity to escape when I didn't just skip the fight and terminate him off. But it will take time for him to find, and hopefully by the metre he is strong enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to track him down and finish the job,"he said coldly, ignoring the mug before him.

Selene leaned against the table, staring at Baltoh intently, trying to glean data from just his appearance."Who are you ?"

"My figure is Baltoh, which is the Enochian intelligence for ‘ righteousness ’."

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

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

"I'm both ; half daimon, half archangel, more potent than the two of them combined."

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

"How does something like me even come to exist ? That takes some explaining. In the integrality of creation, there are three land ; heaven, this universe, and perdition. In Heaven there are the Angels and Archangels, on Earth there are humans, and in Hell there Gargoyles and fiend. Angel are dead person spirits that have sworn their loyalty to Jehovah to campaign on his behalf against the military group of dark, and Archangels 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 ranking being devoted to slaying evil.

In Hell, Gargoyles are malicious blue spirits that are born in the Lake of ardour through the wrath and hatred of mass on Earth. While they are completely destitute of factual souls, they are the shadow equality to angel, but when an Angel falls from the free grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a soul. During consequence like wars or genocides, there is always a monumental spate in the number of Gargoyles spawned from those negative tactual sensation. However, in places on terra firma with an unnaturally high tier of hurting and hatred in its chronicle, very weak Gargoyles can form, while still being far more brawny than even the vicious human being feel. Most often, when you think of hellish self-control and diabolic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

Demons are on a unit other level of power from Gargoyles, with the dispute being equate to the difference between Angels and Archangels. When person are in snake pit for a long enough time period of time, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their bodies and judgment crumble into ash and they basically cease to exist as sentient beingness. There are intact knit in Hell of bleak sand from the ashen remains of the bones of breach souls.

However, there is a especial manikin of ash in that mixture, a part of the homo soul that is… heavier. It is the traces of evil that lie within every soulfulness, the iniquity that drives the great unwashed to sin and institutionalise crimes. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like atomic number 1 gas coming together to imprint a star topology, the crushing weight of all the iniquity deed and their weight will draw the heaviest particles of ash together and imprint a ogre, spawned completely from the spite of malevolent somebody and lacking even a single human characteristic former than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an hellish tool and the shadow it would set loose.

"The former kind of demon is a go down Archangel, which means that its tycoon of light are converted into the powers of darkness and they become retainer of the Devil. You can tell which fiend were originally Archangels created by JHVH because they are much to a greater extent steady and tempered, being of a single creative thinker instead of a toxic mixture of century of spirits."

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

"daimon are basically fallen Angelica Archangelica, right ? fountainhead instead of being an Angelica Archangelica that has fallen, I am a monster that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more weight unit to his discussion than the proclamation of a new world order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the things she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a Demon truly was, she felt a bang-up amount of reverence towards the hybrid and took a footprint back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very different and alone motley of souls, specifically the souls of people who committed murder in the name of jurist ; police officer, Templar knight, executioners, patriot, or even simple men killing the bastard that raped their wives or daughters. Maker doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eye downcast and hands balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his hook digging into his palms. genus Selene felt a thick chill in her heart as she heard the pain in Baltoh's articulation.

"I was once a horde of millions of people, tortured for eons by the minions of the hellion for bringing Justice to the world through fury. We were bomber, yet we were cast aside and punished for our deed. Finally, when the measure of ash from crumbled heroes was so expectant that it dwarfed any other Demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that form from the hatred of life and light, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to remove and kill the forces of iniquity was so hefty that I was capable to occur alive from the painfulness and hatred of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no fiend has ever been born from nearly as many souls as I have, meaning that my tycoon was already unnaturally high.

I remember my parturition clearly : opening my eye for the first-class honours degree prison term deep below the ground of the ashen fields, coughing on the darkness filth that filled my mouth and lungs, groaning against the crushing pressure level on all side. I remember climbing up through level upon level of decaying skeleton in the closet, becoming accustomed to my humanoid consistence and the Demon characteristics. I continued to burrow through the ground, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen tomb, my taloned deal broke through the airfoil and I managed to pull myself out.

cough and gagging, I climbed out onto the black-market bailiwick of ash, breathing heavily for the low gear prison term. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of snake pit and the shifting dune of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a Demon. The second after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the homo individual that made up my consciousness. The desire to ruin evil was so mightily, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of sin right then and there, but there I was, a living Demon ; the very symbolic representation of swarthiness and wickedness. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small grinning and turned away from her."I took my own life story. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my cosmos right then and there. At to the lowest degree in my expiry, I could destroy evil and dispatch one threat from creation. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingers and plunged my pincer into my own heart, ending my life.

Selene, never in the chronicle of existence has a Demon ever committed self-destruction. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to make others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless suffering, they refuse to die in the Leslie Townes Hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own world to that I could at to the lowest degree put down one piece of wickedness, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extremes is what allowed me to become what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this aurora. As my puncture heart came to a stop and the shoemaker's last flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a flash in my mortal, brighter than a million Sunday. Through sin, I had achieved merit, the same layer of virtue that Angels needed to reach to go Archangels.

Just as Good Shepherd was resurrected three days after his death, I was resurrected after mine. Holy energy flooded my soundbox with the desire to destroy evil acting as the bridge between iniquity and lightness, allowing for a synergetic residual that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the power of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my veins, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every arcsecond. I shed my scaly Demon pelt for a android body and form, grew the annex of an Angel above my fiend wings, and gained a halo of red region, all while keeping my claws, tail, Demon annexe, and the great power of shadow energy.

I stood up with my new consistence, completely enlightened and worlds apart from daimon and Archangels in condition of strength and raw power. As I flexed my fingers, a Demon landed behind me, having come to investigate the hopeful spark caused by my Resurrection of Christ. Upon seeing me, the beast attacked… miserable beast. Completely driven by instinct and using lupus erythematosus zip than to snap my digit, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my paw, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that percentage point on, my war against the spawn of Inferno began, and I spent the terminal several decade solely in the daemon and Gargoyle glasshouse, slaughtering the unholy beasts the sec they were spawned and fighting for every second of my liveliness, appeasing my desire to slay 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 test copy of faith.

"So if you're half Demon and half Angelica Archangelica, can you combine your king ?"

"No, I can only use them at the same time. I can mix them so that the two vigor are blended to the point that they look almost like the skin of a zebra, but they forever remain separate forces, just like oil and water. It is impossible for Demon Energy Department and holy man free energy to shackle, they are too opposite of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the dawning of the day I saved you, a Demon and several Gargoyles crossed over into this realm without being summoned. This is supposed to be inconceivable, as only the force play of Heaven have the power to recruit and leave all three plains of existence at will. I'm here to find out how they were capable to do it, what they are doing here, and to slaughter them."

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

"Gargoyles and daemon can only cross into this world from nether region if they are summoned through some act of human being sorcery, like a bunch of barbarian youngster performing a unholy ritual. The process is actually very painful for any phantasm that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a satellite through the shaft of a volcano. I should roll in the hay, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The result is an shadow with significantly lowered might levels, so low that the only if action mechanism they can occupy are extrasensory events like haunting the places where they were summoned. Given prison term, they become more and more powerful, eventually becoming strong enough to spite humanity and even leave the property they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a ritual are skilled enough to actually summon a existent Demon, and that's when things get bad. A Gargoyle can have and even kill people in an area, but daimon are able to make natural calamity and even plagues, like erupting vent, quake, and tsunamis."

"So then does that mean exorcisms really work ?"genus Selene asked, tilting her head word to one side as she walked around the tabular array towards the den. Baltoh followed her and they both sat on the couch.

"Yes, but not in the way you believe. The ritual of exorcism does not call the king of Jehovah to banish a devil back to nether region, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angels, except that it only has to draw their care, as Angels have the ability to pass through dimensional roadblock. turn over yourself lucky that hellish entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in Shangri-la that you need help destroying a satanic entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the Angels and even Archangels will arrive and conflict the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battle can get extremely violent and destructive, so backer answering the song of exorcism always arrive in grouping. One or more fight the entity or evil spirit, others cast a barrier that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the competitiveness and hiding the result from outside looker, and another to protect the I performing the dispossession and anyone else in the area, always having to mend their wounds and interpolate their memories. stallion city blocks can be annihilated in one of these engagement and mass can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of end. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their power to deflect acknowledgment by the general populace. They will wipe computer memory, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even manipulate the mass medium and Internet to put down all report card or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to demon vs. Angelica Archangelica, the battles are waged using antediluvian spells and incantations that focus the respective energies of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and underworld spells."

"But why do the holy man make themselves invisible ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they have to alter citizenry's memories ?"

"After the death of Christ, Jehovah decreed that Angels and Archangels were to stem all seeable military action in the World of the Living. Any natural action taken had to be while disguised as humans and without exposing themselves or done while completely unseeable. The strength of heaven barely ever come to terra firma anymore for anything other than answering the cry of exorcism.

Demons and Gargoyles also stay invisible almost constantly, but for a different reason. Whenever a demonic entity visually reveals itself, it becomes exposed to the light source of this public. They can handle revealing themselves indoors and outside at night without too much pain or trouble, but becoming visible in broad daylight is like being set on fire."

"Do you bonk why God made that law ?"

"To be fair, Jehovah wanted to push the want of trust which was born at the bend of the one C. After almost two thousand years of war and woe caused by Christendom alone, he decided that the world would be punter off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no faith. A world without religion is a far more peaceable reality than one where people fight over the god they believe in."

Selene was silent for respective moments as she tried to think of another interrogative."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 hate me just as much as the monster do. I may be one-half garden angelica, but I was also born a Demon and am still half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an loathing. Even though I have slain entire armies of devil in my life, they see me as a vast threat that must be destroyed. I have come to earth K of clip before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rite ), and every time I arrive, they try to destroy me because I am that much of a danger to the balance of the three universes.

The fact that I am talking to you right now and didn't botheration to insure that blast better will certainly hail back to prick me when they show up, but frankly, I don't give a shit what Jehovah decreed. I am the sum of one thousand thousand of people who have been sent to netherworld for killing in the name of justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

More than a hour passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye contact. Looking at genus Selene in the quoin of his eye, Baltoh was trying to translate what it was about this human that had piqued his curio, while Selene was trying to serve everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the conclusion twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me conclusion night. If hadn't semen, I would experience been raped and probably killed."

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

"What you said back there, ‘ your hatred is cipher compared to mine ’, is that really how you measure your ability ? Is there anything early than hatred within you ?"she asked with the slightest trace 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 standardised touch of sadness to his voice.

"So you can really do nothing to a greater extent than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

genus Selene then gained the diminished of smile, so get down that it was barely visible, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just shoot down those rapist in the back street, you healed my wounding and brought me back to my rest home. Today in the underground, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your conflict instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholy face.

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

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

"Of course,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"hold it with you, and if you are ever in danger, I will sense it and be able-bodied to find you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the wall, leaving Selene resting her Kuki on her hand with a languid look on her face.



"So did you see that black line of descent in the sky yesterday ?"Molly asked, causing Selene to perk up like a cat at the sound of a going mouse.

She was in the respite room of her office edifice, looking in low cabinets for any burnt umber cans so that she could cook a fresh pot. The break room was like any other in the world, with a rail line of highschool console and low cabinets against the wall, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a mesa and a few chairs, a"stainless steel"blade sink, and a dogshit motivational posting that served only to add some color to the ecru wall.

molly was sitting up on the counter like a trivial kid, curling her recollective blonde tomentum around her finger. She was both the equal and inverse to Selene, with golden pilus, bright blueing eyes, and pale pelt, but she had a fit build with voluptuous curves, the sodding combining of near genes and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been best acquaintance since they were offset interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a veridical shame. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a exclusive picture of it anywhere, not on the word, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, masses have their headphone quick to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost proper in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled air mile of a few strands of her whisker.

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

"I'm trusted it will be online by the end of the day, someone had to take in 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 coffee was poured, a balding man with glasses and a orotund handlebar mustache stepped into the break room."peeress, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute of arc Mr. vibrating reed,"mollie said with a smile that was as fake as a politician's hope.

The managing director left and molly turned back to Selene with a look of disgust."I can not put up that asshole. I just want to grab that moustache 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 human knee"begging"for your job."



Coffee cup in helping hand, Selene returned to her kiosk and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her reckoner, she tried to keep on her mind focused on her body of work, but her intellection kept drifting back to Baltoh and her pocketbook, which had his plume stitched into the side, something which mollie had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just call her purse a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was instinctive for her to interrogate her stream lifetime. After learning that promised land, Hell, Angels, Demons, and even the God and Devil 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 accept role in Baltoh's battle against the Demons and just do something that would let her know that she had a station in the bigger world.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the city and tried to smell out the vitality signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in Hell, the colored spirits were keeping their powers hidden to avoid detection, making it adjacent to impossible for Baltoh to pick them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright pillar of unclouded shown down from the sky like a electron beam of sunlight piercing a layer of thick clouds.

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

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

The words of the affirmation carried a exercising weight and minatory tone that no other language held, as it was the voice communication of the infernal region ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a form of speaking that was very life-threatening to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling sickness. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would cause them to throw up and begin bleeding from their mouth, nose, and even ears and eye.

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

The garden angelica's clothes greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boot, baggy pants, a girdle, and a undershirt over their long-sleeve shirts. The exclusively differences were that his wearing apparel were as livid as his plume, he didn't have a hood, and he didn't have a duet of shackle on his carpus, though his did give birth the prayer beads bead chains. His skin color was much tanner than Baltoh's grey clamber feeling, and he lacked claws, a tail, and of course, a twain of fiend wings. His ears were pointed and he had a single railway line 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 language of Heaven.

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

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

"You should study yourself lucky that I decided to be charitable and not lash out 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 big businessman is worlds apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both worlds of light and dark, making me far stronger than you could ever hope to be. bonk your place, Archangel."

"Your hauteur is truly that of a Demon, proof that you are and will always be a Hell-spawned abomination. Not to mention the fact that you have the same habit of getting involved with people as the dark beasts that feed on miserableness. You have caused ruinous equipment casualty to the city without even eliminating all traces of your existence and induce even socialized and murdered homo. This is a law-breaking of the in high spirits fiat !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The police of Jehovah mean null to me. Your king is a apathetic chump, at least I do ripe in this world. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"offence"of mine, so either he truly doesn't aid about earthly concern or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a bright flash of light from his medal and a broadsword materialized in his suitcase. The hold was of twisted Au wire with a ruby pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to reckon like a duad of Angel extension, and the blade was sterling silver but warm than steel.

"Say one more word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The fiend and Gargoyles can wait, but your demise is long overdue !"

At the acknowledgment of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his spit and turned around."Go back to your cloud realm, Michael. The situation is the business sector 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 situation is truly dangerous, you know that full than anyone. This time, Eden can not give to stick around out of the mess,"Michael argued, lowering his sword and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. go forth me in peace 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 domain of sorry energy crackling at the tip of the claw of his index fingerbreadth."Then I'll fire a wickedness impulse straight into the city and obliterate the following three mi of buildings."

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

"I'm half Demon, retrieve ? You never know what I'll do,"Baltoh said with a small smile.

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



Abaddon was sitting on a boulder in a cavern out deep below the city with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hounds. Whimpering in veneration and pain was a girl at his understructure, eighteen years old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her custody wrapped around her mortise joint, trying to stop the hemorrhage from her severed Achilles sinew. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep open her from running game, and he had threatened to cut off her paw if she tried to grovel away.

The sadistic fauna had recovered from his struggle with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless masses. In front of him, a pocket-sized flash of red light popped about two meters above the ground and held its kind as a electrocution sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the English. The arena slowly expanded, allowing for another bony power point to divulge itself. The two hook pushed against the side of meat of the sector in opposition steering, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional curtain, less than a pes long, and slowly showing more of their factual size. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like claws were reaching out of the ardent depths of the small demonstration, latching themselves onto the edges of realism and pushing it, basically clamping onto the deplumate moulding between earthly concern and hell on earth itself.

At a meter in diameter, the Interior of the fiery drapery seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with black fog pouring out. The claws that were hooked around the edges of the portal were the size of it of tree diagram logarithm, and with each undecided space that formed by stretching the hepatic portal vein, another claw would give out and latch onto the edge, helping to widen the doorway.

Finally, when the portal was about seven feet in diameter, a Demon leapt out, landing the story and gasping for breath. The monster looked remarkably standardized to Abaddon, with the same humanoid-Gargoyle body and characteristics, only he didn't have hair and his deform French horn were more like the horns of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armour plates and had a alloy hamper on each wrist.

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

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

"Or was it that you were just too debile to actually do anything ? I heard that you got into a fight 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 back. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll slide in out of nowhere and slit off my head."

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

"I've been waiting for us to all get our force back after crossing over. The Gargoyles and I need to be in offend consideration before we take action, just in case an Angel or Baltoh shows up. I'm still recovering from my fight, so it will still take time to retrieve my full phase of the moon specialty,"Abaddon defended before sitting back down on the boulder.

"Well have you at least picked your target area ?"

"I've only seen a few humans that would serve as proficient hosts for our plan, but we don't need too many of import people. Once we move forward, we'll just pick whoever will be appealing and then actuate forward with our plans."

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

"wait on, I don't want us to start this mission on the untimely foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the soil by the back of her shirt and threw her like a toss out coat. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claw into her subdued flesh.

"These living mankind are so much more pure and intolerant to hurt than the prisoners in Hell, their screeching of agony and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one miss will leave you as much energy as eating five. She's a piddling gift to avail you regain some strength."

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

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

Chuckling sadistically, Rimmon kicked the girl again, knocking her across the cavern out floor. The frighten sobbing victim desperately tried to grovel away with her tears practically pouring onto the flooring, but was stopped and gave a agonizing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his chela, licking the profligate off the bladed talons as her shredded shirt and bra fell away.

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

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

The girl gave another unspeakable scream as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her wench and panties. Her lily-white rear was now wet with roue from five mystifying cut. Wrapping his after part around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her hands and knees as he removed his rooster, which was inhumanly boastfully and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, please no no no !"the miss begged, pulling on the land to try and get away.

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the barbed head of his briery cock pressed against the untouched brim of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hip joint and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a I cruel shove.

As the serrated phallus tore through the girl's Virgin puss and completely shredded her hymen, she screamed so loud in pain and chagrin that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in chafe instead of pleasure. Rimmon groaned in evil blissfulness as he let his turncock become accustomed to the softness of the woman's twat. Blood was trickling in a stabilize current, but it wasn't just from her virginal membrane. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a human spine, Rimmon's cock had ripped apart her insides, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an aim of that sizing moving through such a small and blind drunk opening is like using a jackhammer for a operative incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a near grown lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental strain of what was passing through the girl's nous as that happened and of the position, and it's hard to decide whether the mental pain was the bang-up or physical pain.

Licking his backtalk, the demon pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as loud and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the psyche and ridges scraping against the hemorrhage cuts. The trickle of origin turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped paw and drank it like it was elixir of endless youth. With his handle on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his dick back into her brutalized pussy. This time, the girl did not shriek in agony or humiliation, as she was too engaged vomiting from them. The pain and mental scarring was so intense that her stomach actually purged itself of its contents.

Now that the girl's snatch was decent and wanton ( or ripped open like an old brake shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth, pumping her with his bulging penis. The girl was facedown in the puddle of her vomit, sobbing uncontrollably at the unfathomable torment that was burning inside her from the shank. The only when way she could describe the feeling was that it was like getting probed by a chain saw, and in her mind, the tormenting thoughts of her off family, her slip virginity, her defiled honor, her tainted self-esteem, and her quash bare hemorrhage body played like a horror movie that she could not count away from.

The twisting dupe's only succor came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the unbelievable blood loss was making her delirious, and that her intact lower body had been so heavily damaged that her face were only half functioning.

After twenty dollar bill minutes of the barbarian torture, Rimmon finally pulled out of his Pres Young victim, who was nearly catatonic. The woman's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rapine had been so roughshod and intemperate that it had broken her renal pelvis, ripped her spread out, and shredded the flesh inside like sens under a weed whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to mention the fact that she would never walk again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her mouth undefendable, her eyes glazed over, and her judgment almost completely shut down.

Sensing spirit still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her tomentum over to him and forced his rooster into her soft mouthpiece. As if woken up from a bad dream, the girl suddenly became rampantly and tried to bear on the devil away, but could not dislodge herself or remove the penis that was completely filling her pharynx. She gagged and screamed as the painful sensation from her injuries came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's dick still in her sassing and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an furious lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the girl's esophagus. The brutalized daughter gave one final scream as the acidic goo began to burn through her vocal cords, but quickly became silent as her artery and spinal cord were the future to go. With her head being severed from her consistence, Rimmon dismounted her nerve 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 fuck. Redressing in the roman letters soldier-like bird of armor plates that all Demons wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead hoi polloi and a few life ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its office and prestige even as bang over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the area. Their watchword doubled in bulk and attempt as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a longsighted day of treasure search.

No one paid any attention to the still man shuffling into the crowd with a bottleful in his hand. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the schnoz. The man stepped up to the lookout assembly line set up by police force, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soul growled as it saw the perfect target.

keeping up the nursing bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the multitude around the amok man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a wavelet in the crowd. Just as the recognition of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to light up the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the vacate nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off More than a few sparks.

Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the naught, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flame across the aerofoil of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man's death was not requirement. The street was already erupting into gross topsy-turvydom as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating mass at random.



A amok affluent businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitching as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the homo torso. 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 cook tried to settle down her down. Clutched tightly in her helping hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servants should take to bring food faster.

It was a small move, one that really cause any hurt. But already, video of the promissory note were being spread across the Internet and igniting monolithic infernos of anger and resentment. alike note were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.



The dampish night was filled with the speech sound of nebuliser paint as possessed men and charwoman scrawled huge messages on public surfaces in crimson. The spook of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a origin splash. The substance were affair like ‘ GOD hatred FAGS ’, ‘ praise ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR formation ’, ‘ IT'S THE egg white theatre, NOT THE spade HOUSE ’, and there were even more than than a few swastikas.



Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as the great unwashed would walk to their cars and find that their tyre had been slashed and the slope had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the object of this vandalism, both democrats and republican. As people struggled to get to work, the vast cascade of offensive content that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by despairing street dry cleaners, trying to delete them before the hatred spread.



Selene came to a stay in the hallway of her power, having caught the sound of a direful conversation in the break room. With her deal on the doorcase, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in quiet voices by the fridge.

"It's absolutely horrible, I throw up every prison term I imagine it,"one woman in her other 50 tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

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

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

Selene's blood felt like frigidness Mercury in her veins.

"parentage covered the wall and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to find the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to endure, those poor small fry !"



A candlelight vigil was held in every spiritual building throughout the metropolis, as well as in presence of City foyer, with hoi polloi praying for the base hit of the taken children and mourning their horrible demise. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the fiend and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with decent strength to crumple it like an empty-bellied beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel corpses of the kidnapped children. Already a expectant puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered body. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screech of brat, quickly opening their extension to try and escape.

"holy man Art : Ultimate penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the charm materialized two large wooden crossbreed on the Gargoyle's rear, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle's physical structure. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with adequate power to shatter the paving material, and even though the giant crown of thorns were only laying on them like fallen tree diagram, they could not bring up so much as a digit, as the somberness acting on their consistency had been multiplied to the point where their unholy bones were about to flick.

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



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

A whack on the threshold drew his attention and one of his Hades stepped in, trying to avail sort the mess out."Mr. city manager, you're going to want to come see this."

Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the metropolis Hall that were working through the Nox, 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 end of the building.

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

Once of the police policeman picked one of the plane and held it to the twinkle of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good spirit at it."It's an American flag…"

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

Standing on the stair of urban center Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a oceanic abyss laugh as he held out his hand. With a snap bean of his fingers, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the sword lily burned.



One by one, the pillars of human civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the intact understructure of society to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the feel of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked soundbox and the chance to catch some Z's 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 lilliputian mitt pressed down on her like jabbing fingers.

A shadow shifted across her typeface, causing her to afford her eyes and pant. Baltoh was crouching in her windowpane with his wings extended out of doors and his tail curling and swishing behind him."Good morning,"he said with no look.

"Baltoh,"she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to crash to the foot of the bed with astray centre, neither hissing nor purring.

"I wanted to curb in on you. I haven't been so preoccupied with my Holman Hunt that I haven't noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to reach sure you weren't in danger or anything."

Even without any emotion in his vox, Selene blushed at his concern."You're right, it's like the people of this city instantly turned into rabid animals,"she said as she stood up out of bed.

Selene was wearing aught but a inglorious thong and a equal bra that was struggling to hold in her good boob. Even after seeing and even holding her raw body, Baltoh could sense a very strong signified of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet curvaceous figure. As usual, the strength of these feelings of drawing card welling up within him was rivaled only by the forte of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tantalize him, she bent down at a nigh 90º angle to tear a pair of dungaree out of the take down draftsman, granting the Demon-Archangel crossbreed a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted nates.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thigh and her to the full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian peeler to shame and could jounce a fourth across the way. Her smuggled lace G-string was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the cross's eyes travel across every in of her cinnamon-shade peel, genus Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her human foot into a yoke of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the back of her legs, the way a remains sculptor would drag on a string across her initiation in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jean tightly against the spine of her thigh with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to work out his back talk and keep his composure as his rushing blood began to enlarge his cock.

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

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

Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her breasts seemed to expand with the line of latitude elevation of her arm."So has your medico, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tankful top came down over her breasts, restoring his willpower. genus Selene swung her head from incline to side, straightening out her farseeing tomentum."well-chosen ?"she asked with a wry smile.

Baltoh did not respond. With a small-scale giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway."Come on in before someone calls the police about a man with a poop and four flank watching masses from their fervency escape."

While it wasn't a grinning, Baltoh's expression lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his offstage back into his body and wrapping his long poop around his waistline. As he stepped through the doorway of her chamber, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't vexation, the halo is mostly just a emblematical deception of my Archangel status. If I want it to, I can pretend 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 pack of fervency, not disturbing the flaming in the slightest.

"So tell me, do you experience any memories of the people that you once were ? You seem to sympathise ethnic references just fine,"she asked while setting up the coffee maker.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelf."I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they've already undergone so much torture that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. nearly of the store I get are of citizenry's rule in their day-after-day lifetime, like their intellect and prospect of their culture. While I don't call up ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this world comes from first-hand experience. I've come to world X of thousands of clip to escape from the pits when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. reverse to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain."

"Well what personal memories do you have ?"she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen cabinets while the java pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an public executioner in 16th century France and beheading criminals, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old west, among former things."

"That's unbelievable !"

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 Sir Thomas More than a few decennium old."She inquired.

"fourth dimension in Scheol movement at a much faster pace than in the human world, a bingle day here is an integral yr there. It's laborious to tell just how old I am as Hell has no seasons or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

"Say, what is Hell like ? I get a dim theme, but I'm curious. Coffee ?"she asked, holding up the pot.

"No thanks, I don't eat or beverage. daimon and Gargoyles can eat homo pulp in order to regain their strength, but holy person and archangel do not expect living. In fact, we never have to"relieve ourselves"because nothing ever passes through our systems.

inferno is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the epithet ‘ Hell'denotes both the stallion land and the one region that is actually occupied by homo and demonic spirits is a exclusive planet in empty space. 95 % of the satellite netherworld covered by a sea of fire that burns for all infinity, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It's the only land mass in all of Hell so it's the only home with solely residents, and it serves as the entrance the major planet, where virtually of the clobber goes on.

The planet is composed of zona, which each zone corresponding to a different variety of prisoner and unlike sort of penalty. The zones are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographical cistron. mankind that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing torture and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is cypher that can disengage them of their nuisance. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don't have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with Angel or devil vim are soul, meaning that I'm not just killing the same opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the victims of circumstance and those who meant to do good. self-destruction victims, heroes that have committed execution to bring justice, and even people who committed criminal offense completely by fortuity. Unfortunately, the legal age of the multitude in pit are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

Baltoh scowled."Of course not ! What lunkhead told you miscarriage was murder ?"

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 grimace before disappearing."I had to, with how life-threatening this city is becoming and the fact that you are cognizant of me, I knew you were at risk."

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

"I do know that my foeman are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the swoon scent of evil. Abaddon and his confederate are taking over human beings and using them to raise tensions and cause chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no thirster requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a charwoman just threw a flaming nursing bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was good of masses. I got there bit after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn't possessed ; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her life-time. It's being seen everywhere : spiritual fiend are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and prepossess views ( I'll probably kill them later ), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the urban center with political polarity, and I've already found three short bodies."

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

Sensing her disquiet, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial liquidator that takes the life of innocent people. My name means"righteousness"in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of wickedness of million 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 make impairment and seduce others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the Justice Department that must dominate. hate is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its path, but my hatred is like hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

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

"To be fair, I have no clue what the daimon are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to shroud their movements while they bring some design to realization. I can't track them when they possess homo, so unless they actually use their top executive with enough energy for me to smell or their human Host are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can't encounter them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, wait for one of them to let on themselves or await until I can name a potential blueprint and predict where they will strike so that I can enamour them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene's eyes."Listen, I have a smell that thing are going to uphold to escalate. These routine of force and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons'influence, and this ardor is just going to keep on growing unless I can stop them. If I can't find oneself them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to depart New York until I can get the situation under control."

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

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

"Always. Like to the highest degree nipper, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a trivial bratwurst. I was always trying to tug myself to my terminal point and do what I shouldn't. They were always saying to me"don't climb that tree diagram, you'll gloam ”,"I don't care if your brother did it, don't eat that bug ”,"don't run so fast or you'll tripper ”. I was a well-behaved fry, I just didn't like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant mind challenge."

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

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old chamber full-of-the-moon of my prize, not to mention awards from former schoolhouse mathematical group. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrize homework, sport, school clubs, and a social life. It never got to me, because the Thomas More I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better 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 weight to add to the dumbbells of your life ?"Baltoh asked, becoming more and more comfortable and lighthearted.

genus Selene's smiling grew smaller, but did not disappear."I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone concern enough. I've had mate boyfriends in my spirit, but as you can see, they didn't live on. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to climb like a drop-off face or translate like a account book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her paw."I wish I could return these dubiousness. You've spent your whole life sentence fighting in the quarry of perdition which means you haven't lived like a regular somebody, and I don't want to ask about the life that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her small grin.

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

"What lies in your future ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the Bible passed her lips, the human and the hybrid both became silent, staring into each other's centre. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measurement so small that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the mesa, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to happen those fiend before things get out of bridge player,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.

As he turned around, about to become intangible and passing play through the rampart, Selene spoke."Baltoh, take your time. You've piqued my interest, so don't think you're leaving any sentence soon."

Baltoh mirrored the grin on his own lips.

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

As Baltoh passed through the rampart and horizontal surface of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fervidness evasion of the building across the street. His branch were crossed and he had a dark grin.

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



Selene and Molly were sitting on a judiciary in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sound of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the green itself was almost completely calm. The island in the paving material sea was bustling with mass, all trying to enjoy the decent weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the kinkiest ambition last night…"mollie hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their middle closed, trying to pawn up as much sun as possible like a couplet of dozing cats.

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

"It was about that office staff Xmas party two class ago,"molly said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at genus Selene. Without opening her eye, Selene scowled.

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

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

"Yeah, because we were both drunk. think back what happened afterwards ? How we couldn't speak to each other for three month and I almost quit my job because it was just too awkward to be in the Sami building."

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

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

Selene glared at her with invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, but no matter how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of computer storage in her mind, and those retentiveness were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resolve to finally bust and a flashback to flood her mind…



December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm :

Selene wandered through the cubicle maze with a half-full plastic cup and a prominent lurch. This was the net metre they would allow for liquor, and for full reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol point rose with the lateness of the eventide and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and More than drunk to decide to start up photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to utter to. She had already wandered around most of the construction, but there was one place she had not checked.

genus Selene pressed her ear against Mr. reed's office room access, hoping she wouldn't hear her protagonist getting a moustache ride from their ugly hirer. She did not see the moan or flesh applause of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing auditory sensation and the shrill but piano whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her genus Bos'chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare tit, her thong and dame on the story, and a vibrator being worked between her pegleg ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waistline down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

"Molly, what are you doing ?"Selene asked in slothful interest. The busty blond nearly jumped out of the chair.

"Selene, close the door !"

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

mollie turned in the electric chair and pulled out the pinko dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as sin, my vibrator was in my pocketbook, and this is the most comfy chairwoman. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober enough to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her friend's lily-white D-cup breast, landing strip-flat belly, tranquil thigh, and wet shaved pussy, and mollie seemed literally open to showing her everything. Without inebriant in the equality, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping ethyl alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

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

Selene was silent, letting her middle wander around the spot before inevitably coming back to her vacuous cup.

"Hey, could you help me out ?"molly finally asked.

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

"Just sit on the floor."

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

cross her peg, genus Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story time. Molly spread her ramification and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pinko as gum.

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

molly handed her the vibrator."I just call for you to shape this in me, just like a lie with machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simpleton favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just serve me get off, it's not like I'll tell anybody about this. get on, you would help me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but will, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index digit and quarter round. She looked back and forth at the toy and the spread lips of her friend's twat, athirst for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a piffling too far, but the respite was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favour for a champion, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into mollie. The blonde rummy instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky shape of her moist interior. The audio of the sexual call made genus Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to run the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Piston in Molly, the perfumed juices of her catch ran down the dildo and soaked genus Selene's finger. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could feel herself beginning to love the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on molly's beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her knocker as her dead body trembled and she pinched her nipple, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her stage openly spread, carelessly putting her oil vagina on video display.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet odor of her friend's cunt was making her dead body tremble with warmth and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attractive force to woman, at least no Thomas More than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a mite or foreplay when Molly set over to cull something up or was showing a particularly sizeable measure of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when molly was around, stirring her natural rarity. And she had to take that the symphony of mollie's groan and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own cunt wet as well. After just a couple minute, she held the vibrator tightly with her fully manus and was working it in her friend with rapid pep pill, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

Trembling from the arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring molly, Selene was just about to get back on her animal foot, but froze in blow as her Friend ran her knife up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

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

"Of line, I am yummy !"

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

Selene's solid body became rigid as the priapic toy was forced into her sass against the back of her throat, nearly making her vomit from the sinfulness of her Quaker's flavor. She tried to pull in away, but mollie was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. molly truly was a autocratic drunk, but even with tears rolling down her cheek from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too tope to feel anything but joy at the luscious oil from Molly's pussy.

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

"privation some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inactivity. With a grin, molly got down on her genu and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while Selene licked the early, both of them taking great pleasance in tasting the blond's inwardness. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another level of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their spit began to play. At number one it was the slightest inadvertent jot, then bowed stringed instrument of saliva could be seen stretched between their back talk, and eventually, they were kissing each former 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 oscillation of pleasure between her legs to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their oral cavity salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a smiling, molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her work force on Selene's shoulders, she laid her Quaker back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing naught but her high heels.

"Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,"mollie purred as her long blonde whisker hung down on Selene's expression, contrasting against her nighttime skin.

She leaned down and pressed her rim against Selene's, slipping her glossa into her friend's mouth and letting their spittle mix. With their flushed lip rouge shades blending together, Molly grasped Selene's hand and held it limply against her slit. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her finger's breadth into the wet orifice, tickling Molly's slit and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one hired hand, Molly pulled off Selene's doll and pantie with the early, revealing her own pussycat, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her finger into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their sempiternal kiss. Both woman began moving as mirror mental image, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a duplicate helix. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and undid genus Selene's blouse and bra, humming in rousing as Selene's melon-sized jugful burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past tense Selene's promontory and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each former's breasts in line with their faces.

"semen on, suck on them,"mollie said coyly as her erect mamilla hung just inches above Selene's face.

Curious, slavish, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her sass around Molly's nipple, sucking on them hungrily and making molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was sentence for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene's ring of color with her knife, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and smell of her soft flesh.

For several minutes, the two women sucked on each other's breast like leaches, practically leaving love bite on their pointing nipples. With a coy smile, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her stark ass above Selene's face.

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

first gear pulling her long blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her human face and slid her tongue through the miry entryway to her twat, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her header and buried her face in Molly's perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old young man had done to please her as molly's smooth ass cheeks were clenched against the face of her expression. Molly gave the Saame moan and continued to go down on genus Selene, essentially turning the two cleaning woman into a aliveness yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, mollie purred and hummed from the preference alone as she sucked up every delightful free fall of the woman's fluid as if she were drawing the toxicant from a snake collation. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her clapper inside her admirer the Same way that Molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast sum of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky excitement making her whole eubstance bombilation at the unmanliness of those delicious purulent lip and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her moan through mollie's ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and growl in genus Selene and using it to draw forth more twat succus to booze up. The part was filled with the auditory sensation of the cleaning lady's groan of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling sassing, mollie got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene's grimace so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend's curvaceous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in genus Selene and making her spread her legs wide-cut, pointing her eminent heels at the ceiling.

"That's proper, dear. Lick my pussy,"mollie purred as she ran her tongue up genus Selene's still leg and continued to jazz her wildly with the vibrator.

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

"Fuck yourself and lick my son of a bitch, do it,"she ordered, grinding her impertinence against Selene's face.

genus Selene obeyed with aroused excitement, pushing her tongue as far into Molly's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. molly gripped her tit until the pale cutis turned garden pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the bid moist soma. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her idea and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively pleasant-tasting and her massaged pussycat lip wanted the pleasure to never end, not to observe that Molly's soft smooth ass felt amazing on the slope of her face. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in disco biscuit, making her wantonness her titty and instead rub her twat frantically, soaking her digit in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five instant, mollie finally got off of Selene and quickly stoop down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a muddy home plate. Selene had a drunken smile on her face as molly's lingua ran up her face.

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

mollie grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second line of delicious twat. Selene moved up over Molly's face, but in the reverse direction when their persona had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her pussy. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her bid lips as Molly's glossa worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the unbelievable pleasure being given to her, genus Selene looked back and began fondling Molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a low desktop feng shui grit garden. She was completely infatuated with the full fogginess, 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 wing between her legs. Upon its interpolation, mollie nearly arched her back in Adam, for the feeling of the toy shaking every bingle centimeter of moist flesh in her cunt and the soft deliciousness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before foresighted, Selene craved more from mollie ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her positioning, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. molly took the message and practically dove into Selene's tight mother fucker, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so proficient. Keep drubbing, restrain licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juice, while trying not to strike off balance.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against mollie's face while the blonde nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her asshole. Before long, Selene's thigh were burning like furnaces and she had to get off molly's jiggling tongue. Like molly had done, genus Selene bent down and licked her champion's face like an ice cream cone.

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

Still intoxicated, genus Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so mollie took the go-ahead. Nearly scraping genus Selene with her high heel in her excitement, mollie interlocked the two fair sex's legs. Very gently, the smooth mouth of their pussy kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

"Now grind against me, the harder the right,"Molly said before leaning forward and giving genus Selene a diffused kiss.

Smiling and licking their brim, the two sweetheart began rubbing against each early, letting their purulent lip aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moan reached new levels of volume and tint as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. ripple traversed their vitrified smooth bodies as their thighs clapped against each former over and over again and their mouth seemingly fused together with each sensual candy kiss. As their consistency moved in speech rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other's breasts, rubbing their palms against each other's nipples.

The two beauties continued like this for several minutes until sharing a coinciding climax. Their pussies were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet osculation. The two women lied back, panting like blackguard in the summer from their elbow grease. Their soundbox were both covered in a glistening film of sweat, saliva, and vaginal juice, catching the light and illuminating their bosomy curves.

contracting her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her deal in the wet assortment between their pussies and licked it off as if it were weewee from the natural spring of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her natural language. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off Selene's luscious breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her sassing. The sultry osculation revived Selene, and she could finally feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now mindful of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling molly and at her own raw eubstance, suddenly filled with a mix of pity and confusing.

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



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

Selene didn't answer, only blushed in bother and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her longsighted after the party to recollect 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 genus Selene into another sexy whirl, 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 fingerbreadth between her peg, Selene often found that her best orgasm when memories of eating out molly slipped into her fantasy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the bang-up new experiences in her lifespan, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable delight was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best Friend. As a great deal as she denied it, in her subconscious, the merely grounds why she never took Molly up on her intimate offer was because she didn't want to complicate their friendly relationship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her judgment, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some blank space from mollie so that she could straighten out her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in social movement of the daycare center from which they had killed one-half of the children and taken the residue to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit wax light, billet, and photos of the dead and missing shaver, while the street was covered in trash and handbill from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a mockery could use up topographic point and what kind of world their shaver were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the fiend, they had made their consistence invisible to keep the lighting from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and storm that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the children was a wise move, as now the human race of this city are close up to rioting from fear for themselves and their loved I and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don't know which is more yummy, the physique and blood of those nipper or the reaction it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the homo world. However, with my tycoon at its level best floor and this city acting as the consummate bringing up flat coat of malevolence and suffering, the sole way the variable star could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few delightful human being,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his double tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly smell your ability during the rite. I'll keep him off your back while it happens, just reach sure you don't stop and you work as fast as possible."

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

Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed hand."The blood of a youngster, for a piffling extra chance,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the handwriting and forming a belittled red puddle on the ground.

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

Baltoh's head perked up as a shadow sensory faculty of presentiment passed through his creative thinker."So, you finally produce your move, huh ?"

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



A howling winding blew through the street, forming a crack around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the crank 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 tissue layer about ten ft in diameter with the two ogre at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a large phantom could be seen underneath the burning glazed surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the crossbreed muttered.

On the former end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and char were dressed in Stanford 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 deal. Rimmon began to laugh.

"I'm not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will evidence to be an interesting fight."He cackled, holding out his arms to his slope. A sickening sliding audio emanated from his wrist as two vane of black steel burst out of the rear of his hands, parallel with his arms and each protruding Thomas More than a ft past his fingertips.

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

With a cut of his blade, he signaled the commencement of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their king to cite a repairing barrier around the country. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred feet, but in this slip, the illusionary domed stadium had a radius of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the monster blocked his flak with one of his sword and aimed his free hand at Michael."Demon Art : nighttime heartbeat !"

A colossal focused electron beam of Demon energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding building as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a conflict cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a dead stop, but with his brand, he was capable to split the beam and one-half and deflect them.

The edifice along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering good time, but with the Angels working to maintain the roadblock, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the bam, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kick to the daemon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a construction, bringing the bodily structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the rite, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal knife thrust. Baltoh deflected the blade with one of his claw and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clang was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his business leader in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could unite, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flames, slamming into them with to a greater extent business leader than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. Thick cloud of dust and roll of tobacco billowed from the construction that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the melanise flaming.

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

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

The intact street was lit up as a wide but focus gilt laser surged from the tip of his hook, consuming the devil as the equalize and opposite of the Dark heart rate go. But just as the while began, Baltoh's attention was drawn to Michael. The archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his monster wing. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like tissue layer from the hit of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.

Before the loanblend could retaliate, Michael placed his paw on his foe's wing and shouted a spell."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ Angel Art : sanctum skag Roar !'

In a blinding flare, 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 future room access, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another approach, Rimmon opened up his protective fender cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a splatter of rakehell across the wreckage of the buildings around them.

"Angel Art : Jehovah Smite !"Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his sword into the ground between the Archangel and Demon.

In a tear second, the entire city block was riddled with hopeful glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a fortunate explosion, so mightily that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the plosion, Abaddon struggled to sustain his nidus on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to prevent the roadblock from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.



Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the movement of her bag, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising ability spirit level. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every vulcanized fiber of her being wanted to go incur him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and be him a fighting. She just had to hold off and have faith. At least now her nous was taken off Molly.



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

Looping his finger around his aura, he pulled his arm down with a dozen written matter of the halo of golden Light Within, all intertwined with a lightning-like electric cord. With a thunder, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning screw thread no longer binding them. Spinning like teetotum, the ringing of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and hybrid.

"Daemost Arsolt : Ferroust Flagellox !"‘ daimon Art : smoothing iron lash !'Rimmon called.

stretch like rubber, his rear end extended to several times its own duration and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibleness. Swinging his arse wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The rings of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut cakehole in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The scrap had now moved, and the crossbreed, archangel, and devil were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to strike the barrier to proceed the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of the great unwashed in the battlefield and repair the impairment. Already, the holy person had removed one-half of the multitude in the surface area, and none of them would recollect a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angel been called from nirvana to suppress such a senior high horizontal surface of destruction.

Before Michael could found another blast, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a down cleave of his sword. With his higher-ranking power, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the edge of their swords screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."Angel Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A deep crack boxed everyone's ears as a channeled bolt of lightning of gilded energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a heterosexual person counselling. It was not dead on target electric lightning, but it had similar amphetamine and power.

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

A bright flashing of black spark flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engraving of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the god Ray, its perviousness came at the toll of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could shine Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment trice !"

In a blinding display of refulgency, every feathering on Michael's wings lit up like a toy star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to fall out, Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael's expected shot. Just like before, the blade bounced off the surface of his wings with little more than than a passing shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his backstage once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to oppose before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equalise to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming blossom into a deep Crater and every windowpane in the area was reduced to glass gunpowder, filling the air like dust. Michael's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost cognizance from the pain of the impact, but such a reverse would only pick apart him out for a very brief time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, do-or-die to make a lethal strike. Without any try, he swung his sword and knocked the blade aside the twinkling the daemon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a brawny squawk to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small Crater forming every time he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon and grabbed him by the face, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a bailiwick. Ignoring the bother of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his head to the side and dodged the blast. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his tail like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the demon and retirement to avoid the flak, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a c meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel's slash with his bare hired hand. Like the rope of a snare instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural forte, he flung the Archangel towards the side. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler construction and drilled a maw straight through it with his consistency before finally bursting out near the top of the rachis of the tugboat. Regaining rest in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a couple of rapid-fire shotgun full of birdshot, his wing began launching hundreds of feathering each secondly, with each one glowing with a Andrew Dickson White halo and packing Thomas More power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm locution on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide pelter of flicker flashed in nominal head of Baltoh as he deflected every single plumage that would deliver struck him. The rest of the arrow peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and grease with head-sized craters and kicking up swarm of dust and smoking.

Getting to his invertebrate foot, Rimmon raised his helping hand and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"demon Art : lusus naturae Slash !"

delivery down his hired man diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five sword of energy from his nipper, razor thinly and faster than lightning. In a single moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his slash. Cut by the monster's onrush, everything began to come apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a goliath laser, the entire top-third of the building slid cleanly off the stroke cut mark, with Baltoh right in its path.

Sensing the perfect chance, Michael quickly cast a charm."holy person Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving so fast that he was inconspicuous, Michael flew down to the street at superintendent hurrying, seemingly teleporting down to the undercoat, a hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the early end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their power digit at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his position, they shouted their spells.

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

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

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

Balling his work force into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet railway locomotive. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of lily-white and sinister power rushed from every inch of his consistency, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a atomic explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing domed stadium like water on rock, while the Chrysler edifice 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 Swedish mile in wheel spoke alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn't as lucky and the plosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.

The backer manning the repairing and illusionary roadblock were brought to their stifle trying to retain the explosion contained and unnoticed to the remote creation, but even they couldn't blanket up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the entire city of New York with unequalled speciality, shattering thousands of windows, knocking citizenry off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power lines to smidgin, setting off every car alarm, and causing edifice throughout the metropolis to shake violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep Crater sitting beneath him as if by a shooting star and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundreds of backer that had arrived to the urban center, as well as 100 more arriving from Heaven at that very here and now, were using their powers to hearten the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuated the great unwashed in the exact same status that they had been in before, each one unconscious mind and unharmed, removed any memories of the setting, and woke them up, leaving no one to mistrust a thing.

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

As the news were spoken, a familiar sense of dread stroke through his mind like an electric current. He looked to the due east, sensing Abaddon's major power, as well as the power of something else, something just as non-white and malevolent.

"But my mission is not complete,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying eastward towards the source of the ill presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's abysmal power snuff out Rimmon's world, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death's door."tinker's dam it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I'll really want to work to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor dentition as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a windowpane, letting the flame of Hell sunburn without suppression."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the Earth of the living. This Horror dagger shall beckon the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a darkness aim rose up in the street like the mitt of a snake god bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The physical object was a tower, ten feet in diameter and XL feet in summit, made of calcareous obsidian and covered in carmine symbol. The radix of the towboat was adorned with carving of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of unlike bones and limb. Near the top, a with child snarling Gargoyle brass was carved in each side, all with the exact Lapp construction. The top of the column consisted of five prospicient talons, all converging on one stage, above the very heart and soul of the obelisk.

An undeniable chanting sound began to give forth from the dagger, with multiple bass part murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet lambency and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, dark tempest clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky-black evaporation. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in coming into court, with their colors and shapes and seemingly stoop and stretching ever so slightly, as if the macrocosm of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this minacious subjugation, people throughout the city began to feel sick to their tum and lightheaded, as the dark malevolence of the artifact poisoned their creative thinker like a toxic miasma.

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



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into clenched fist so tightly that blood trickled from his cut medal. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to suppress his violent itch. He despised these artifact for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to remark he found their unmindful evil highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the living ? Only Angelica Archangelica should cause to ability to use their enchantment in different realms."

"Baltoh,"a soft spokesperson gasped. The loan-blend turned around, spotting Selene.

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with cold sweat running down her pal 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 hold back until you were done fighting before I finally came to find you, I wanted to make sure you weren't injury or anything. I guess I shouldn't have come at all,"she said with her articulation infirm and her middle closed.

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy toll on her torso, so much so that she could barely stay on her animal foot. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiles."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his branch. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed bridge player over her face."Angel Art : Laying On Of men. holy person Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquified light were running through her nervure, Selene's body began to glow as the first turn repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasma and the 2d spell wrapped her in a reduce layer of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. Selene's eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.

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

"What is that thing ?"Selene asked as she rubbed the face of her head, trying to remove the last traces of stupor.

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

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her veneration, Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in engagement, as it provides a considerable military capability rise, not to mention it energizes the evil intention of all the hard liquor around it. Often when they are used, it is to drag up the strength of an regular army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or tone up the pitch-black hearts of the truly evil homo house physician 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 worldly concern, but just being here could drive the masses of this urban center so barbaric with rage and malevolence that they could rip New York apart like a gang of rabid wolves."

All her spirit, genus Selene had craved challenges, craved the look of concern at trying something new and sex ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, tidy sum mounting, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed pillar, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her crazy imaging, and even while protected by Baltoh's enchantment, she felt the likes of at any second base, something unspeakable was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial sea wolf before he makes his move. This disabling mother wit of dread and threat sent thrill up her thorn and made her tactile property 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 take on that holding genus 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 dust, it will still have heavily minus affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with pure holy energy and try to efface it, but there will always be clay. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a hepatic portal vein to Inferno right beneath the tower. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the vena portae as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weightiness. With another breeze of his fingers, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.

"Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angel and garden angelica have the ability to move into and pass on the three realms at any fourth dimension, 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 sense. If they wanted to use it to increase their might when they fought me, then that other fiend wouldn't have allowed the battle to actuate so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to fortify their Gargoyles or get more havoc in this city, then I don't understand why they would just abandon it or not hide it in a space where I might not be able to sense their activities. They knew I would get hold 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 intellect former than the act itself."

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

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

He was cut off as a speedy spark of light caught the box of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's poop flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in distance as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for genus Selene. Realizing the devil's mark, Baltoh gave a furious holla and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tooshie before it could take up Selene. Growling like an brute, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an bowling alley after having just barely survived the attack that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer flesh had been burned off his physical structure, leaving only singed bare muscularity and cauterized venous blood vessel, not to mention that his annex had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare snipe this adult female ? ! You will atone for your demon sins, and you will have the most painful last that your deplorable kind can experience ! Angel Art : Final excruciation !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to lop his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a expectant white crucifix volley out of the priming behind him, measuring twenty metrical foot in height and eight feet full at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a hollering of terror as lash with pieces of jaggy metal braided into the strands wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the hybridization, tearing through countless muscular tissue in his skinless torso. unable to be active, Rimmon could do little more than than howl as a three declamatory nails materialized, the first two driving through his medal and the third piercing his ankle joint and securing them to the side of the master beam. The terminal control came in the form of a crest of thorn, which acted like a shackle around the daemon's nous, tying him to the vertical beam of the Cross with stemma running down his face. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his black heart.

"Angel Falls Art : holy Burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring flash, a balefire of golden flaming flared up at the root word of the crossing, reaching up and curling around the suffering fiend. Already bleeding to death with a snap heart and no skin to extend his mangled brawn, Rimmon gave one last howl of agony as the holy conflagration ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his trunk like lineage from a black injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.

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

"No, I'm usually much more calm and self-possessed. I don't know what happened."

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft paw on his impudence. The gentle touch modality and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the finis traces of line from battle. But while this sweet touch sent waves of bliss through his consistence, Baltoh felt a pool of fearfulness and nerves forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The dark was an unusually noisy one from femme fatale blaring in the background signal as cops sped throughout the urban center to respond vandalism and assault calls. Every Nox, it seemed like the urban center was becoming more and more chaotic and the people were becoming more utmost with their views, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, pillars of smoke were wafting from two burning buildings. One was a Planned parentage that had been set ablaze by some deranged pro-lifers, and the early was a biotic community midpoint where an anti-Obama rightist rally was being held, before some young democrat through in some firework and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the roof of a van in a dark street, devoid of Inner Light or people. On the undercoat nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his bridge player, cursing through barred dentition as he tried to use the hurting to sack up his judgment of his confusing thoughts and flavour for Selene and stay on focused on the mission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to fight back and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this city and being around her gun muzzle my will and leaves me unable to fight at my prime quantity ? I should let been capable to toss off Abaddon and that other Demon with a snap of my digit, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my prey should take only taken one or two or three twenty-four hours at most. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hatred, but why does every persuasion of her carry off the flame in my soul ?'

He held out his hand, letting the rake trickle from the lesion in his palm and drip on the street. Unhindered by the pain in his hired man, the sentiment of Selene continued to swirl through his thinker, leaving him just as scattered as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange sentience zipped through his mind. It wasn't an spate in Demon vigour or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was genus Selene ; he could sense something through the feather he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in risk so that he could find out her and help her, but in all honestness, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, big physical activity and a shower of intellection running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the striving on her dead body and mind would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to drink down her, there was an undeniable chance that something was wrong.

Spreading his backstage, Baltoh jumped into the air and began to fly, dismounting with so much strength and creating such a 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 DOE signature in the plume he had given her. Whatever was going on, it was happening in her flat. Had Abaddon or the Gargoyles attacked her at her home ? Was somebody breaking into her apartment ?

"holy person Art : Crusading lope !"

In a low blink of an eye, he disappeared as his speed instantly increased to the pointedness where he was invisible.



Baltoh landed on Selene's firing leak and became intangible asset, passing through the window. Completely undetectable to any human, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest physical disturbance. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the ancestry flush from his body and pool in his cock.

Lying in her bed was genus Selene, completely naked and far from being asleep. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet mouth of her pussy while she was using her give hired man to thrust and massage her breasts, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric pant she gave. He purse was on the rest next to her and she was brushing her side against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a furniture corner. With each trace of the moist lips that she made with her finger's breadth, Selene would give a balmy coo of arousal and stretched.

"Baltoh… Baltoh…"she murmured.

He stood like a statue, completely transfixed and hypnotized by the scene being forever printed in his memory. Watching Selene pleasure herself while rubbing the feather against her boldness left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the first five sec of looking at her had given him an erection that would put a homo to shame.

genus Selene's soft coos turned into a gentle groan as she moved from just stroking the sassing of her kitty-cat to fully interpolation of her fingers. Moving her finger's breadth in and out of her puss, Selene writhed and stretched with her unit torso trembling in arousal. With her left handwriting, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already erect from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her finger's breadth faster and with more energy, sending ripples through her well toned frame as she fucked herself with greater velocity. Her moans quickly began to increase in stridency and volume and she even moved her left deal from her soft breasts to the border of the bed, holding on for lamb life. Finally, Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic glee as she climaxed, soaking her helping hand in her orgasmic juice. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her sable body. Baltoh's breathing was sullen as he watched her finally get equanimity and relaxed, while his rock-hard shaft remained stronger than ever before.

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

While Selene licked her finger's breadth clean of her succulent juices, she reached into her bedside board and pulled out a red dildo, almost the size of a Cucumis sativus, but not as large as Baltoh's throbbing hard-on. Rolling over onto her stomach, she got on her hired man and stifle and supported herself with one arm while she gently prodded the brim of her slit with the dildo.

observance Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feathering sown onto her purse, Baltoh lost ascendence and pulled out his turncock. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the malevolency of the by lives that made it ), he was quite buxom but without any of the cactus-like ridge of a daemon, due to his garden angelica body. Being careful 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 motility of his hand made him grunt in relief.

‘ hoot that feels good ; it's no marvel why humans do it.'

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

"ejaculate on infant, fuck me harder,"Selene murmured to herself as she picked up speed, ramming the dildo into her cunt with renewed vigor.

She moved her hand faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her boldness 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 pecker as he gazed at Selene's flawless ass and the dildo being plunged into her cunt. He could barely contain himself, all of his confusion had been pushed aside, and now there was only sexual desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her mouth, sucking on it with zestfulness as she savored the sense of taste of her own meat. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved respective pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside mesa. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the midriff of the scarf joint around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the social movement of the stack, while tying both final stage of the scarf to the side of meat of the headboard tightly, so that the deal of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come free.

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

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

watching Selene's bountiful breasts swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her egotistic snatch, Baltoh could finger an climax welling in his prick, the world-class in his life. Picking up hurrying, 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 moan as she had her last orgasm of the nighttime and Baltoh nearly fell over as watercourse after stream of semen sprayed from the head of his rooster and soaked the invertebrate foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the makeshift apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside mesa and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's moderation, she didn't allude any of the semen that had landed on the metrical foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the back and closed her eyes.

Dizzy from his first interjection, Baltoh leaned back with his headspring in his hired hand. She had done all that for him, that erotic display had all been to the cerebration of him, and he had basically mirrored it to the thought of her.

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija control board in the buzzer tower of the riverside church service, made from the skin from a charwoman's back with the numbers and letter written in blood, and the disk for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn tiddler. Both had been a very delicious bite. The Demon held his hired man over the medium and black lightning began to rain buckets from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our military mission. Rimmon proved ineffective against Baltoh and my long suit is no in effect. The psychometric test summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the next stage with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and kill me before any natural action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in fickle and spasmodic jerks, the disc began to shift across the Ouija instrument panel, spelling out the reply.

"pundit Gargoyle spawning enterprise and use them as decoy while more Demons are summoned. We can only open up one more doorway before you are cut off permanently, make it count,"the phonograph recording spelled out.

"Another affair, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human charwoman, as he has been seen making shop at stops to the domicile of one Selene Kurland. His powers are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you have got any Holy Order or suggestions ?"

Again the disk began to move."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to assault her. She is keeping him confused, so killing her would do nothing but pore his idea back on you, not to refer it would trigger off his rage."

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



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the flame escape of an power building. As usual, his judgement was completely focused on genus Selene, but this metre, the thoughts and emotions he was feeling were at their hard. Every time he blinked, the full fit of that beautiful charwoman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his optic. He already had a throbbing erection as he thought back to it, and in the mysterious confines of his intellect, he felt grueling regret for not revealing himself that night, for not being open about his presence while he watched genus Selene, and letting the events of the night roll on their own accord.

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

The way he saw it, he had two option : he could either confront Selene and his confusing feel, or he could stay away from her, finish the mission, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very persuasion of speaking to her about this made him sick with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just depart her, not physically or emotionally. He had to fancy this out, or it would frequent him for the rest of eternity.

As he reached out with his brain to try and find the plume he had given Selene, a loud whirl began to build in the backcloth, drawing his attention.



Selene and molly were sitting out in the sun at table in front of a coffee shop eating house. Both were drinking iced coffees, and while molly was having a champaign salad, Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first time. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual subjects, but it suddenly took a turning that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been awry ? You seem so distracted and distant lately. You appear to be daydreaming More than an ADD kid in math stratum,"her admirer remarked.

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

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

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

"Well talking about being a kid brought out my inside child, and my intimate tiddler wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our olfactory organ like milk. Right now, my privileged child and I are high-fiving in success,"Molly bragged as she skewered respective lettuce farewell with her fork and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's name ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

"You could say that…"Selene shrugged, realizing that she would have to pick out her words carefully.

"So what's he like ?"

"Well he… he's kind of… How can I excuse this ? He has a very peg down worked up orbit but I think he's starting to arise and warm up, and he's incredibly intelligent,"Selene described, trying to sum up her sympathy of the hybrid.

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

"No, he just form of grew up in a distract dwelling house. But he is really openhanded and without a doubt, he's the most awe-inspiring and interest guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so matter to about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could give her advice, a chorus of vociferation coming from the following street cut her off. Everyone on the pavement turned in the direction of the audio, which had slowly been growing over time but was now impossible to discount, especially with the police sirens blaring.

"What the snake pit is going on ?"mollie asked to no one specifically.

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

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

press clipping through an alley, the two women crossed over to the side by side street, where a full-on struggle between the police and a legion of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and naught could be heard but the interminable outcry of fury and the sounds of protest signs striking debauch shields. Already, the anarchist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every protest radical were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the expanse, using the excitement as a cover song for their crimes. Every second that passed brought more riot cops and even more protestors.

With transparent howler carapace and black Kevlar cause, the officeholder were more than safe against the protestors ; but it was the numbers that were forming a job. The personal credit line of copper was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each early in one counsel. Those at the presence of the swarm beat their signs and fist against the officers'shields, desperately trying to break away through and last as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the policeman's society. With bleeding faces and crack finger's breadth, those that were ineffective to fight any longer tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plates that were the cops and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper atomiser. Many never made it out, and were forced to the ground where they fought to not get crushed to dying. Every few instant, a cop behind the barrier would hurl a teargas canister into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

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

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with worry, crouching down beside him with tissues from her purse and helping wipe the blood off his unshaven cheek. The man did not answer, only shook his head from side to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"molly asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to elucidate his throat and regain his mental bearings."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat fuck pulled out his mace can… and nearly emptied the whole thing into these teenager'faces ! One girl was scream… screech in painfulness, and when her fellow jumped up to plug the cop, he got tased for almost half a minute, and that bastard laughed while he did it.

Nobody wanted to get involved because they were scared… but when he threw the small fry down onto the street and dislocated one kid's shoulders 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 substructure. He nodded his fountainhead and staggered off, leaving the two women alone on the spare-time activity of the battle.

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

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



Perched on a nearby street lamp like an eagle, inaudible and unseeable to homo eyes, Abaddon watched genus Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given orders to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic shtup, not to mention a scrumptious repast. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so phantasy would have to serve, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the shields of the riot police like Persians against Greeks, he breathed in the shoot down gas like it was the olfactory sensation of a sweet flower and basked in his self-gratification. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the debauch, and the resolution were better than he dared dream.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximal size and intensity, saturating it with his malevolent energy, while making certainly that Baltoh would not be able to sense the activity. Once the air in his lungs was malign enough, he exhaled, releasing a black swarm into the drove of masses, with them completely unaware and unable to see it. Abaddon watched with a grin as the lightlessness fume rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by bm in the air, but by the anger and rage that every somebody was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"demon Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the charm would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on path, having picked up Abaddon's power levels the second he raised them to verbalise the magical spell. Flying about the city, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one focussing, 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 masses now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough angriness and pain to engender at to the lowest degree fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the negative energy billowing like grass from a tyre fervor, the lightlessness mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into secernate clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable flesh could be seen taking frame and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human babe, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their fangs, claws, and wings began to arise. Standing in the alley, Selene felt a very cold shiver crawl up her spinal column, as if someone was breathing on the rear of her neck while touching her bare peel with an ice cube. She wrapped branch around her tummy, suddenly nauseous and filled with apprehension. She did not know what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, 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 large as they are going to get. If I wait any farseeing, 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 phone line of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his eyes locked on the daimon and his macrocosm, Baltoh shot down like an eagle towards a Fish just below the surface of a river.

"monster Art : Shade play !"Abaddon desperately called, having less than a indorse before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's eyes could watch him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The thwarted hybrid only had enough fourth dimension to deliver a body-splitting kick to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all directions. In the time it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the bitch, and try to compute out the direction in which the ogre was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the edge of the urban center and had ended the magical spell to keep his power hidden.

With his whole physical structure vibration, Baltoh looked up and released a diabolical roar like that of Leo the Lion, howling in frustration. That beastly song was so great in volume that almost every window within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a 1 living creature could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this angered since Rimmon tried to assail genus Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his finish of gaining reinforcement and got away with it was the root of his furore. He was used to Demons running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their lives once the huge remainder in strength became unmistakable. In Hell, well over half of every monster fight resulted in his prey managing to take to the woods, but this meter was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed free in the human world, spirit were being lost.

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

All the multitude below him were knocked off their infantry by the hurricane winds that the spate of power was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm cloud. Clinging to the side of the building future to her, genus Selene tried to fight the unstoppable winds pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic snarl, barring his Fang. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his brand and delivered an uppercut solidus as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of sparkle, but with repose, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through cardboard. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the chest, inflicting a wound that would be black to any human, and launching the archangel like a golf ballock with blood pouring from his lip.

With Michael incapacitated and no former interruptions, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his vigor was causing to quit. Below him, people were running away, fed up with getting maced, beaten, tear gassed, peppered with disordered glass from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their feet by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the riot cop were retreating after what had just happened.

Picking up a conversant aroma on the air, Baltoh turned and gazed down at Selene in the alley. The beautiful cleaning lady was looking around desperately, straining her middle to try and find Baltoh. He had to address with her, but later, when they would have got secrecy and time.



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of pertly slain corpses in the livelihood room of a menage on the outskirts of the city. All the furniture had been smashed to piece, the windows covered, and the threshold locked, giving the beasts the purdah they needed while they grew and matured. With each pungency they took, their muscles grew in size and posture, and their monstrous seventh cranial nerve characteristics became needlelike and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl with long blond hair. She was in the niche, sobbing in terror as she watched the wildcat feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



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

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

"Selene…"

The calling of her name whirl genus Selene around with wide of the mark middle and she stared at Baltoh, trying to catch her breath at the mickle of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

The hybrid got up and retracted his wings into his body 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 issues,"he mumbled as he stood next to her, leaning against the island table. She almost seemed taken back by the question.

"No, of course of study not ! I just… I was just trying to process what happened today in the street between the pig and the protestors, it's all over the news program as the biggest clank in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a soft laugh."But I bet you already know about that. I'm pretty for sure you were there when it happened."

Baltoh's brim twisted as he tried to smile."Selene, what I need to verbalize to you about, it's not about my missionary work, Demons, backer, 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 reckon the worst-case scenario of what he would say. Baltoh leaned against the table, ineffectual to meet her gaze.

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a fiend that was born from the passion and infliction of heroes that suffered for eons in Hell, and I have lived my entire life for the single purpose of fighting and slaying malevolent. But you… whenever I look at you or remember about you… it's like stepping out of a raging perdition and into a waterfall. I feel all my anger disappear away and I lose the will to push for anything former than you."

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

"Not in my integral existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not contend, I can not hound, and I can not think, because you occupy every sentiment that enters my mind. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to sustain my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to swim out of a vortex. If I am to ever make out my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to solve this muddiness once and for all, and I need the reply to this question ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you feel the Sami way about me ?"

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

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

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

With her smile small but cutter, genus Selene wrapped her custody around Baltoh's."I don't know 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 philia and my body ache for you. I haven't developed tactual sensation like this for someone this quickly since I was a footling fille, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two half of a Swiss people watch, so many specific gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own pieces and no one else's. True personal identity is insufferable in this world, but I know with my heart and soul and someone that you are the only one who can possibly nail me."

They both stood up straight and faced each other with Selene's hands on Baltoh's chest and his weapon system wrapped around her waist.

"I've always searched for the amazing and the occupy things in the macrocosm, and you are practically Maker in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very heart of the universe of discourse. My tactual sensation for you are only equaled by my lust, as I know that you can satisfy every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to get laid the mystery that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

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

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

Moving slowly, they both leaned forward and pressed their rim together, kissing for several second base. As the embrace continued, Selene slipped her tongue between Baltoh's limp, nearly making him jerk in surprise but also hum in joy at the gentleness and taste of her lingua in his mouth. Deciding to mirror her action mechanism, he sent his own tongue into Selene's mouth, shocking her and making her end the kiss, leaving his long branch natural language hanging in the air like a snake in mid-strike.

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

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

After almost a mo of their sassing joining like two waves and separating, the candy kiss was ended, and genus Selene took Baltoh's hand and led him into her dark chamber. Inside, the exclusively source of light was Baltoh's burning glory, casting dancing shadows upon every airfoil. Lying back on the bed, genus Selene looked up with a coy grinning as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous scrape that pocked his muscular tissue and the two horns hidden beneath his cap. Pulling off his gasp, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of fearfulness and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would smart and if this was one challenge that would bunk her. With his butt flicking like that of a cat on the Holman Hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their lip locked, he reached up to unmake the buttons of her white blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his handwriting up, cutting through the button duds on her blouse with the pincer on his index fingerbreadth, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lacing bra. Selene grasped the composition of lingerie before Baltoh could take a claw to it, letting her tits bounce relinquish like airbags.

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

Selene laid her capitulum back and purred in intimate excitement as she felt Baltoh squeeze and knead the melon-sized agglomerate of flesh, physically inspecting every cm of flaccid cutis, while of course being careful not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

"Oh yes babe, just like that,"she moaned as she felt Baltoh's forked tongue suggestion her areolas and his lips wrap around her raise nipples.

He moved back and forth between her bountiful tits, wrapping his prospicient natural language around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of exposed tegument. Sucking on her mamilla like a finger-trap around a digit, he pulled on her chest, stimulating the sore cheek termination to the stage that genus Selene was nearly chewing off her lower lip in jubilation.

"Oh god, you're driving me crazy !"she groaned with her manus stroking the back talk of her wet grab.

Remembering back to his human past tense lives in terms of the moves of intimacy, Baltoh decided to make a motion on. Lowering his head, he dragged his biramous tongue down her monotone belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely heroic for it, Selene stopped him to get rid of her skirt and moist lash. With her knees on his shoulders, Baltoh held his head just above the balmy wet lips of her pussy, which carried the deliquium scent of the max from her go exhibitioner.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his natural language, giving a quick clout that nearly made Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his hanker snake-long tongue in between the lips like an appliance cord into a wall socket, sampling the scented slightly-fruity taste of her juicy insides. He pressed his backtalk against the gate of promised land, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his rima oris to escape.

Selene could not contain her groan as she felt Baltoh get the hang of orally pleasuring her, making her full low-down consistence shake from the bliss. Her calls doubled in loudness as he fully inserted his tongue into her snatch, licking her farthest profundity of her soft interior and mixing his saliva with her juices. genus Selene basically had to seize with teeth down on her pillow to keep from screaming in sexual hysteria as Baltoh's long wet natural language quivered and probed improve than any vibrator and his sassing massaged and tickled the opening. She had her mitt on the back of his top dog, pushing his face deeper into her sweet cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the indescribable predilection and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every last drop out of his water nursing bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the measure and preference of the succus that flooded her cunt hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the taste of her sexual climax. The climax lasted for almost half a moment, finishing with Selene as limp as a ragdoll on the bed with her breathing heavy and her eyes rolling around as if she was delirious.

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

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

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

Baltoh did not respond, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a laughter. Using his clawed hand very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her gates of promised land, pressing the nous against the moist, soft backtalk. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense anticipation, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect putz into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his dorsum and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his tooth at the unbelievable tightness of her snatch, but after more than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a squiffy parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its wide-cut intromission, Baltoh looked back and realized that his fender had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't breathing time, as she could have sworn the nous of Baltoh's stopcock was prodding the merchant ship of her heart.

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

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

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

Taking a risk, he pushed his dick into her self-conceited cunt in a single cam 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 clip to really move. Taking the right position above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in long, steady strokes, making her groan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally act at a carnival fastness, 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 indefinable unfitness of each bump, ridge, and sheepfold in her slit. Finally used to his rooster 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 fingers into his back.

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

Changing position, he sat up on his dog and grabbed Selene's thighs, using them to cling onto her as he doubled his f number. With each powerful thrust into his fan, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her knocker bounce and axial rotation wildly. No longer able to claw at Baltoh's back in ecstasy, Selene was now holding onto her headboard as if an earthquake of biblical proportions was rocking the building, and her moans of euphory were replaced with a deep gasping margin call as the psyche of his rooster slammed her insides like the tip of a jackhammer.

hindquarters him, Baltoh's wing were stretching and waving like flagstone and his shadow was writhing like a beheaded snake on the floor, almost to show that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to abide on the bookshelf or pounce on the jolt fanny and play with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious social movement of her handwriting to her white meat told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The yearner that he was working, the more he could feel his daimon side of meat being energized. Specifically, it was his Demon sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her header, pinning her there with his face just inches from hers, all the patch continuing to make out her like a automobile. Selene suddenly gained a very ravenous and excited look on her grimace as she felt the modification in Baltoh's personality, sensing his dominant incline taking control and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her headway and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower berth lip with her teeth with a feline-like growling of pleasure.

"semen on babe, I'm so closemouthed to cumming, fuck me heavily !"

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

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

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripple passing through her toned organic structure and listening to the orgasmic clapping auditory sensation of her perfectly-sculpted ass and business firm thighs slapping against his pegleg and the base of his cock. The noise was so deep and fulfil, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly do it what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bounce and riffle while basically skewered on his cock, Baltoh wished he could also get an undersurface scene and regard upon her breasts, which were swinging like the round punching bag that pugilist practiced on.

Selene was so close to having an orgasm that it was driving her crazier than a C mosquito chomp, and Baltoh as well could experience the ultimate flood tide welling inside him. Finally, the two lovers each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their bodies as their sexual climax overcame them. Selene released a jubilated shriek that could shatter Methedrine as her pussy became inundate 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 streams of slime were spilling out past his cock.

Completely hobble and exhausted, genus Selene collapsed onto her belly, with her vagina as a agape semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the same state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an minute had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to catch up with his hint. Holding her finale, he wrapped his arm and wings around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a doubt, that was the large sex of my life,"she purred tiredly.

"Being that was my first time, I can in all honesty say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very olfactory property of her hair as pressed his lips against the spine of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his late sopor by a warm wet feeling around his cock. With a yawn and a tired hum, he opened his centre and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful fountainhead bob up and down. She had a coy expression in her eyes as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect penis. He gave a tire out stint and his smile grew wider as her flabby tongue slathered the shaft with her back talk wrapped securely around the head. She then released the head and spat on the tip, using it as lube was she stroked him to a broad erecting with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a ringlet of her hair, careful not to scratch her face with his sharp claw. Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her cushy mouth, pressing the tip of her tongue into the pussy on the pass while she stroked the quill. Baltoh gave another tired groan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking one-half of his cock in her balmy rima oris with the principal going past her uvula.

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

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

Granting her wish, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey watercourse of come across her breasts. With a coy smile, she smeared his peter against her chest like a soapy parasite, coating her tit in his cum. Holding the elephantine fleshy water supply balloons, she leaned down and licked off the seed, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing pap with relish.

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

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

"commodity dawning. How did you kip ?"she asked, kissing him on the forehead in return.

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely awesome. In snake pit, I always have to sleep with one eye give if I can even find a secure place."

"With how tough you rode me, I slept like a rock. You know, that was actually the commencement 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 banana for when I would find the rightfulness guy. Plus my practiced friend molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me pointers. I'll be true, I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

At her tidings, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was awry, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as crystalize as it was mordacious, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enclosed place. He could sense energy in the air, both garden angelica and monster and vast amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's flat building while she sat in her life room, watching the news for anything important being reported. The loanblend was taking several deep breathing time, sampling the immense cascade of light and dark energy in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of struggle or end, but the deep energy that sat in his lungs like fume said otherwise.

"It's the uncanny thing, there are 100 of missing compositor's case being reported and cypher knows anything."Selene said, walking up behind him.

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

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

"There was a battle last night, a big one. Whenever gravid numbers hoi polloi go missing at once, it means that the military unit of Heaven and inferno faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any destroyed buildings or crater in the city from end Night, which means that the angel have been hard at workplace, repairing the damage and erasing retentivity so that no one would ever have intercourse. However, what they can not repair is the death toll. terminal Night, hundreds of people were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the battle, 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 perturb and focused on other things."He cursed, thinking back to the dark of passion. With her eyes filled with sadness, Selene took her hands off Baltoh's shoulders and stepped back, praying that he wasn't blaming her for what happened.

"Baltoh !"an wild voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Angelica Archangelica descended from the sky, landing beside him with the balance of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the Sami white eagle offstage, but his facial device characteristic were practically remainder. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had respective piercings through his pointed ear, his eyebrow, one through his lower lip, and three through the bridge of his nose. The Angelica Archangelica and genus Selene paid no attending to each other, as he was completely inconspicuous and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became visible, causing Selene to jump off back out of shock and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from promised land with utter amazement, now having individual to compare Baltoh too other 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 toss off each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive force play in the universe, one that he refused to work with or incline with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the stuffy matter he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little to a greater extent than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from snake pit to hunt these illegitimate child down, and just when we finally need your help for the offset time, you disappear on us ! This is why the other Archangels want you dead, because you never make it very clear-cut which face you are on.

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

"The legal philosophy of your master mean value zero 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 retain myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no fear to you, so you safe not say another tidings 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 Angelica Archangelica looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the Truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this poor fish or this selfish. A physical kinship with a homo woman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to dry land, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any idea what sort of abomination would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"Silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much top executive with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his articulatio genus by the oppressive system of weights of that single word.

"I warned you not to say another Word of God 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 concluding night ?"he ordered, taking the inconspicuous weight off Gabriel.

The garden angelica grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by Demon superpower and feasting on ingenuous people. They were far stiff than holy man and they were fast, causing huge amounts of death to the metropolis while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each former, such a unsubtle attack would only create fear and unify everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able-bodied to learn to the full advantage of…"



12 minute Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a massive abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far great than their natural sizing. Having spent the death few 60 minutes eating and torturing subsist humans, they had feasted upon to a greater extent than decent agony and veneration to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their brain still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow Holy Order, meaning that they were not doctor enough to mold their energy into Demon Art, but they could loose their big businessman in raw unfocused explosions, easily capable of destroying buildings.

"Your mission is wide-eyed ; buy me enough time to cite to a greater extent demon from netherworld. To do this, I need you to release as much power as potential so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. sovereignty terror, massacre everyone, put down to your heart and soul's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and restrain the saint off my bum. Go !"

All but two Gargoyles released gleeful screech of bloodlust and took to the air to wreck havoc. The two that stayed would be guarding Abaddon in event any saint or Archangels discovered their location.



Michael and Gabriel stood on the edge of a skyscraper roof, looking out over the city. New York seemed particularly calm this night… or as tranquillize 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 very much it has changed,"Gabriel hummed.

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

The two friends paid no attention to the third Archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the Sami blank uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a aboriginal American language, his Brown University hair hung down past his berm, and on his face were numerous tattoos ; a pair of wings on his impudence and a cross on his os frontale that stretched down the bridge circuit of his olfactory organ just to name a few.

"Everything is quiet to the Second Earl of Guilford, all Angels are reporting silence,"he said.

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

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

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

A building in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of black fire, throwing rubble is all directions and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the archangel could even strike in reception, various more than edifice were destroyed in early area, quickly turning into domino line of business of death. Down in the streets, people were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the roll of tobacco rising, even in the shadow night. Was it a terrorist attack ? A huge drunken revelry ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending ripple of fear throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory barrier around the city ! Raphael, call forth the Angel to begin evacuation ! I'll go inquire !"Michael instructed as he spread his wings and brought forth his sword from nonentity.

As Michael took off towards the nigh blowup, Gabriel and Raphael both cast a spell, with the former raising his paw and the latter pressing his workforce down on the ground.

"Angel Art : attenuation ambition land !"Gabriel called.

From his medal, an invisible beam of light up into the sky, eventually stopping in high spirits above the city and public exposure outwards into a Brobdingnagian covered stadium, encompassing all of New House of York. From this point, all humans that resided in its space would forget anything that happened within the barrier. What Gabriel didn't know was that while she was currently being intimate with Baltoh, Selene was immune to the spell, due to her proximity to the occult figure.

"Angel Art : Saint Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A ripple of light pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the area capable to hear him."All Angel Falls report ! Begin the evacuation of humans within the danger 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 rise from the ground. Having practiced with that first obelisk, Abaddon was now familiar with the energy manipulation required to convey off non-sentient objects into the human world from the pits, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the fourth part of a mathematical group scattered across the metropolis, just as a trivial power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new might, they would be strong enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the dagger was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took trajectory, heading East towards the edge of the city. Like all monster and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his guard duty were unable to err too far from their area of origin where they had crossed over from pit. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could affect at far not bad distances. The farther they could get from the effect of Heaven, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming compass.

Believing that he was standing in the considerably possible touch to ascertain his condom, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the substantial test, summoning revulsion Obelisks was one thing, but this was a whole other conference. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the terra firma, having dredged up his power to its upper limit level."devil Art : conjuring cemetery Summoning !"



Michael soared across New York City with his claymore mine in deal, zeroing in on the nearest strain of explosions. The Energy Department he could feel from the one causing the demolition was incredibly boastfully, almost vauntingly enough to be a monster. In his nub, Michael prayed that it really was a Demon, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could reach this horizontal surface of exponent, than the situation was far worsened than he imagined.

The building next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a wrick maw of black fire, granting him only enough clip to become intangible before rubble rained down on the surrounding area, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the tempest of dust, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a illumination dark Pulse from between its jaws, the signature motility of its kind.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"

Moving faster than a smoke, he zipped over to the Gargoyle with his sword raised, about to deliver an minute killing. With supernatural reaction speed, the fauna turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its claws, channeling its vigour to the bony razors to protect them from the brand's holy steel. The Gargoyle opened its jaws and black whirlpool of energy could be seen charging in the back of its throat. With an ear-jarring hum, the narrow clap was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the pin down beam with his hand.

Shadow push streamed out from between Michael's finger's breadth as he pushed against the blow. Normally something like this would be child's play, but the Gargoyle's power floor were off the chart ! With a oceanic abyss struggle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouth, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a water melon vine under the blow of a hammering from the force per unit area of it's own energy.

A loud bellow suddenly drew Michael's aid up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless beast opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a Dark Pulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the sphere of darkness in the creature's mouth, as it was more powerful than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

"Angel Art : Rosary chasteness !"Raphael called, coming to unite the battle.

From his outstretched paw, several chains of rosary beads were launched from underneath his watch bracelet, as if coming out of his own flesh like a Demon weapon. The chains shot through the air like a batrachian's tongue and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with more mogul than pianissimo wire, restricting its drift and ending the night Pulse before it could be launched.

"Angel Art : god Ray !"Michael called, pointing at the restrict Gargoyle and charging a gold field of luminance just past his fingertip.

"Michael Look out !"Raphael shouted, a break up moment before the barbed shadower of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The tail was quickly ripped back out before Michael could deliver a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a 2nd Gargoyle slashed Raphael's wings and then severed the rosary Restraints with shadow DOE streaming from it's claws. The two injure Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to heal their harm. Casting the Laying On Of work force technique on the bloody hole in his stomach, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with occult upper, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

"Damn 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 blood trickling from his mouth.

Both garden angelica were finally free of their injuries and regained their balance in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The saint are reporting that about people in the pandemonium region have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and keep spreading destruction."

"We need to bolt down these whoreson now, and we can't do it fast enough the way we are. As lots as it hurts our pride, we need to power up."

Raphael nodded and raised his manus."Angel Art : Hope pharos Summoning !"

Up above the Empire state of matter Building, there was a bright flash of light as a immense crucifix materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten understructure in diameter and forty feet in top, made of a single small-arm of rosewood tree and decorated with rosary astragal. Dangling from the last of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical radio beam was a diadem of thorns. In the upper berth corners of the interbreeding, two turgid angel backstage of light source appeared without any physical cast, like holograms.

A pulse of brightness level boomed from the hovering cross, illuminating the urban center. Throughout the streets, every holy person gained a blazing air of power, as well as the two Angelica Archangelica speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive violent disorder. Following the air of mushroom cloud clouds as building after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their speed to horizontal surface normally achievable only through the Crusading canter magical spell.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after different groups of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the total of power they had absorbed before the attack and the infliction they were inflicting. With a wordless slash of his brand, Michael launched a crescent brand of light energy that carved one of the monster in one-half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon vine and set the two halves ablaze with Edward D. White flames.

The three other Gargoyles all looked up and all released their most powerful shadow Pulses at Michael, shooting enough focused Department of Energy to power the metropolis around them for a calendar week.

"Angel Falls Art : Gates of Heaven !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of solid Au. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the roadblock like a tidal waving, but with his power enhanced by the cross above the metropolis, Michael was fully protected by the blast.

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

The combined deuce-ace of darkness blasts was suddenly dismantled as an unseeable shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewer system. The Gargoyle directly in the path of the blast was instantly ripped apart into one thousand thousand of bloody pieces as a wall of wind, worlds apart in terms of power from a hurricane, slammed into it like the shockwave of a landmine.

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

The dash rained down on the street, each carrying as practically exponent as meteor and shaking the full metropolis upon wallop with the ground. The surrounding building were thrown off their introduction and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized craters were torn into the ground by the work stoppage of each individual arrow. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



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

From the sky, half a dozen crosses that dwarfed cell phone tower fell down like turkey and managed to flap down down on at least four of the demon with machine-like accuracy. Each cross weighed about as much as the Chrysler Building, and upon impact, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the window in the buildings shattered, the building themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a paved road and to a greater extent like a dry riverbed. The Demons underneath were crushed to a flaming soup and tower of rubble and sens rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their dark pulses, trying to shoot him out of the sky. Dodging the bang with ease, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them flying than they could even process, ending their abominable life sentence with sword slashes that broke the auditory sensation barrier.



Throughout the city, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to repair the terms and tend to the wounded. 100 of hoi polloi had been killed in the crossfire, gazillion needed their memories wiped, and New York was practically in wrecking. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and triumph was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a nighttime and booming laugh as his magic spell finally reached its mop up. He was facing a summoning gateway to blaze, larger than the warehouse that it had just swallowed. The process had taken Brobdingnagian sum of money of meter and energy, but now, the finished instauration was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a large building rose up from the portal site with an ominous presence. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on earthly concern. The building looked like it was carved from obsidian, with meg of symbols painted across the walls. Instead of depicting Angels and apotheosis, the colored windows on the English showed brutal picture from the Inferno of nether region, giving a detailed pic of the different forms of overrefinement being experienced by the captive. The room access was guarded by two statues of diabolic Canis aureus and secured with six heavy chains, all with barbed connexion. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each narrow petal-like pane showing a moving-picture show of a human being stretched out with their pulp peeled off and blood spurting from the muscularity underneath. Like rule cathedral, the cap 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 life-sized and fully carved, each in the mental process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell tower of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of Demons, all armed and posed like Zeus about to throw a lightning thunderbolt. The bells themselves were ribbed like human pectus and gong within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the tower, a statue of a jackal with bat wings and goat horn crouched with the fires of Hell burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to open, breaking the six Chain. Instead of a horizon of the inside, door opened up to reveal a portal vein to Hell. Normally, a conjuration Necropolis was used in Hell as a means of a teleportation device to bring forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever put the spell. While it could not attend as a regular portal between the population, 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 demon, each with dissimilar facial nerve feature. The first had two stooge motor horn with one broken, the second had a head of spiky hair but he had multiple belittled car horn hanging down on his face and resembling a beard, the third was bald and his trumpet were both broken, the fourth had his trumpet coming out of the niche of his lip like boar ivory, the fifth had two long horns that protruded from his os frontale and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female ) had two knock off horn hanging down over here heart and longsighted black hair, matted with line of descent, the eighth had two goat horns like Abaddon but stood out with a large sword ring going through his get down jaw, the ninth had saddle horn going around his head like a crown, and the tenth had two bull-like horn and his face was decorated with unnumberable intricate patterns carved into his hide. Aside from their faces, all the devil essentially looked the same, down to the shackles on their wrists and the steel-plated skirts. Naming them in rules of order of appearance, Abaddon spoke,

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



"tinker's damn it. Do you deliver any clue what they were trying to carry out with it ?"Baltoh asked.

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

"Damn it, that by-blow sure knows how to hide 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 passel. This thing will never be solved if we can't make a preemptive smasher,"Baltoh cursed, chewing on one of his claws.

"Another thing, after the battle, the people of New York began to go wilderness and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the end, but that hypothesis was crushed by the sum of money of wildness we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to cite multiple Horror dagger across the urban center to name his Gargoyles so sinewy that they had almost reached daimon levels."

"Multiple obelisk ? ! He should give barely been able to rally one, and you should cause been able to find him long before he succeeded !"

"It seems that there is some caper 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 M a shell ?"Selene asked.

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

"They might be trying to ramp up up their Gargoyles on ground, Michael told me that Abaddon was able-bodied to engender them from the angriness of a riot. But that doesn't explicate his growing skill with the Obelisks."

"Is it potential that maybe the barrier between snake pit and solid ground is weakening ?"Selene asked, drawing the attention of the two supernatural beings.

"You two understand the legal philosophy of the cosmos far better than I do, I can't even start to act like I understand nirvana and Hell like you two. But I did read theoretical physics and I was a big phantasy reader when I was new. I know this sounds stunned, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between Earth and the pits ?"

"As far as I know, such a matter has never happened. The barriers have always been sheer. But if there was such a way, they would need an anchorperson, something they could use to tug on this world and deplume it closer to Hell for the roadblock to de-escalate,"Gabriel answered, sighing in disbelief that he was discussing such topic with a mere human.

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been to a greater extent hatred in the world than now, especially in this urban center. We have an election coming up with political rhetoric that is as toxic as battery back breaker, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the police because the full-bodied CEOs and corrupt bankers sent America into a recess, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decade that causes only misery, and every day, people are becoming sick and more utmost. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if Earth, or America, or even this metropolis, is generating so very much hatred and negative energy that it is dragging us down closer to perdition ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't explicate how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were capable to queer over so easily. One of them was able to drink down a homo the like day it arrived, that's impossible with regular evocation,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

"How many times have you been to Earth ? You said it was in the tenner of one thousand, right ?"Selene asked with a very grave musical note. Baltoh lowered his hand and looked at her with spacious eyes.

"Yeah, when I was trying to scat from the most powerful Demons in the integrality of Hell. Wait… do you really think…"

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

"I can only theorize, ism is as far as we can get in this example. Baltoh, you always said that you were born from pure hatred and that you are an anomaly. You came into being as a Demon filled with hatred, then gained archangel office. Could it be that the powerfulness of your hatred is reacting with the hatred in New York, being drawn towards each early like magnets, and your ability to pass between property is basically thrust holes in the roadblock between them ?"

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some kind of energy that you leave behind when you cross over, then I doubt that their access is anything but very finite. If they are doing anything like that, they might have started only recently or were only cognisant of a fraction of your jump. We can't be sure how much of your vigour they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the entire force of pit, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

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

"I don't think they are just trying to weaken the barrier, I think they are trying to tear a room access through it, a permanent one that will link Earth and Hell completely, and even drag this integral universe into the fiery depths."



genus Selene sat at her desk, trying to typecast away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to sour as if null was wrong while he and the forces of paradise continued their search, but she was finding it basically impossible to focus on monthly reports when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well issue forth to an end. It was late in the first light, as she had originally planned on staying place and spending a romanticistic and restful day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the confessedly earnestness of the office. Normally, coming into work so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment line, but with how many the great unwashed were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have as many masses as he could.

Deciding she couldn't focussing with the circumstances of the world on her intellect, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the waiting room. Coffee, coffee would fix everything.

"Oh ho, get back in here,"a comrade interpreter said.

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

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

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

"Not here !"Selene hissed, grabbing Molly's script 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."Details female child ! I need details !"

Selene tried not to blush, but just like before, she failed miserably."Best of my life,"she said, looking up at the roof as the hugger-mugger burst out.

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

"Like a entire, and I really think an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my sleeping accommodation or a racetrack stable with a award-winner horse on shabu,"she groaned, fanning herself as memories of the Night brought wave of hot arousal.

"holy shit ! No wonder you can barely take the air without cringing ! Was he cunning with the cunnilingus ?"

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

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

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

Both womanhood were suddenly knocked to the land as earthquake-level microseism rocked the building down to its substructure. Molly screamed in daze as the cabinets exploded and roof gore rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calm and already knew what was the case. Following the mind-jarring shaking, Baltoh came crashing through the wall and slammed into the fridge.

"Son of a cunt,"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."

molly looked at them in complete and utter disbelief."He's Baltoh ? ! He's the guy you were fucking last dark ? !"

Baltoh turned to Selene with a very dry expression.

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

"Damn it, genus Selene !"

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

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

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

Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After several moment of deep external respiration, he finally became relaxed."Well it's not like I did too much to hide my existence, plus I can always wipe her memories."

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

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

Baltoh held out his handwriting and his sword materialized in his palm.

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

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

Before Baltoh could even react, she leaned forward and Gallic kissed him, almost filling his mouth with her mild wet tongue.

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

Baltoh just gained a positive smile 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 edifice, rejoining the battle.

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

"Jeez, something must take hit you on the point pretty damn operose. 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 devil, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and a female person Archangel with a literally Angelic side and long orange red hair. While her dish would immediately belt down a lesser man, her ferocity in battle was like that of a rabid lioness. What stood out was her appearance, as she looked like she was in her mid adolescent, yet she was as old as Selene and invulnerable to time. The early five daimon 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 attacks. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly weak in this human being world,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her head that was connected to a lone range that came out of her wrist joint. Baltoh smiled.

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

"We'll see !"he heard as the five missing daemon burst out of the construction behind him, all with their weapon system ready.

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

‘ Damn it, he wasn't kidding, he really is at full phase of the moon forcefulness !'Lilith thought to herself in repulsion.

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at least soak up descent, all while the Demon Amon bellow them tried to free himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a unbowed jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his tail end, instantly crushing the Demon in his adhesive friction as if his consistency were a banana and sending blood and morsel of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his bequeath Demon wing, giving him a clear view of the enemy to his lower left. Moving faster than an armor-piercing smoke, Baltoh swung his sword at the daimon's face and cut a aslant scratch through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the f number and friction of the onset as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three Demons quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her Chemical Mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged sword. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the attack with the back of his hand as if it were little more than the dot of a laser Spanish pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the chain of mountains and yanked hard on it, pulling the ogre towards him. Reaching out like a cold motorcar, he stabbed Lilith through the breast with his claws, sending his hand bursting out of her backbone with her shatter spine and rip up middle in his grip and rake spraying out like a fount. As she vomited descent, he chopped her head off.

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

"daimon Art : ire Of hell on earth !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a hepatic portal vein to blaze, a house-sized Black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flames from the dark abyss. The skull opened its oral fissure and outstretched its shameful forked tongue, secured on which was a gothic rack, coated in blood with shackles in the recession. The hamper were secured to the single-foot with bladed irons and the Department of the Interior were lined with barbed nails.

Like the spit of toad frog, the shackles reached out from the corners of the rack and grabbed Mantus'limbs, making him ululation in pain as the cop dug into his frame and sent blood flowing freely. The shackles yanked him back, slamming him against the crashing wheel and holding him in office. Ghostly hands reached out from around the wrack, holding the ends of bristled telegram that were covered on every cm by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and forth, covering him in level upon layer of barbed telegram and even threading them through his flesh like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to tighten against him, and the bond began to pull back into the quoin, tugging on his tree branch. Mantus gave one last screech of excruciating pain before the bond ripped his limb from their sockets and the web of barbed wire cut through his body like the sword of a substance grinder, spraying rip, broken off-white, and liquefied frame sprayed in all centering like lava from an erupting volcano.

The inside of the grim skulls mouth was suddenly filled with pack together flaming and the tongue was brought back in, bringing the chopped carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

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

All of the monster turned to flee, but before Pan could survey his own words, Baltoh aimed his bridge player at him."monster Art : Claw bullet !"

Firing from the tips of his fingerbreadth like slugs from five car gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The century of keen bullets washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a dish sponge and ripping the animation from him.

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



"You dumb Word of cunt, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our intact programme ? !"Abaddon shouted at the flashy volume potential, scolding the daimon as if they were Young children.

"FIVE ! Five of you got your screwing massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might bear gotten bored and just decided to wash up you to death with his lump !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the dumbass that didn't comprehend his runway and let that betrayer follow him to Earth !"gall 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 theoretic, and you raped the chances of success ! We can't even summon any more fiend, we used the last of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you bastards here ! Unless he jumps back and Forth River between Earth an Hell a few hundred metre, there is no way to foretell for strengthener !

Our chances were svelte and you retards knocked it down to make love ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make certainly that it comes down on all of your asses ten turn up !"

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

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his temple."We are going to lay low and make every preparedness we can. No more going out and picking fights and killing people, you all lost that privilege. At to the lowest degree we'll have the time to make sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the rite can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many odds right now, both Baltoh and the forces of paradise, that I think we'll have to bring out trump board before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his body was the Saami as when he was born, his head and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more composite person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled happiness between them, the mankind around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the daimon'further intercession, New York and the human race beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their actions, the forces of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and prejudices in bon ton. Out in the streets, objector were battling cop, Christians were attacking and killing Muslims in the streets, and right-wing psycho were bombing everything from Planned Parenthoods to gay cake. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New York was triggering similar destabilisation across the commonwealth and even across the orb, setting the world on fire and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on genus Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her cover to him as she bounced up and down on his mesomorphic Phallus as if it were an utilisation ball. Her tits were bouncing beautifully with each superlative and dip, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another Angle. With Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able to delve far deep into her hot wet pussy than the first clip, probing new folds and corners and driving her wild with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New House of York was already wax repaired from the battle, and Molly was unconscious in her flat, having had her computer memory wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the cryptic erotic clapping of Selene's bare ass and firm thigh against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moans, and the shadow of her bouncing titties against the far bulwark, cast by the luminance of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

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

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

Carefully holding her hips, he lifted her up as if she were as unaccented as a blowup dame and suddenly rammed her bruised pussy, forcing his entire prick up into her body and making her screech in stupor and joy at the abysmal 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 pneumatic hammer, completely taking away all opinion in her legs and making her marvel how she would ever be able to walk ever again after such a severe piece of ass. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a fuzz as he moved with the amphetamine of a machine, and both fan half-expected dope to begin wafting from genus Selene's pussy from the speed and friction.

Regardless of the unparalleled pounding, her dripping wet snatch took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as diffused and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to maintain her counterbalance, the sonsie beauty was moaning in bliss and rubbing the egotistical lips of her pussy, barely capable to tell when he was in or out of her due to the great size and the incredible speed.

After almost XX bit, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to captivate his breath. Still not satisfied, Selene turned around and leaned over with a grinning, kissing Baltoh on the sassing while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth on his pecker, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the osculation, she raised her consistency and he began sucking on her white meat with zestfulness, savoring the taste and feel of her soft flesh and the swollen shape of her pap in his mouth. As she moved back and Forth River on his cock, he had his hands on her perfect ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

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

"Come on honey, finish me off with that sweet tongue of yours,"she purred, turning around and hovering her ass just above his face.

Any flaccidity in Baltoh's dick due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the unflawed breaking ball of her ass, the toned shapely face, her hairless stretched slit, and of line her unmoved anus. Wrapping his arms around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the distaff equivalence to the statue of David and the homo superscript to every Greek goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her juices with enjoy and massaging her hurt insides with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her point was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the ripe blowjob possible, stroking the putz with one hand when it wasn't in her mouth and using her other handwriting to massage his balls. On the floor below, his tail was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her tongue, backtalk, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through Selene's twat with his tongue, Baltoh was able to energise her in slipway that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the small poke or shake of the pitchfork appendage, he could reach her altogether consistence tug in ecstasy and created a flood of her delectable pussy juices. It didn't take much to drive her over the edge. After just a few minute of eating her out, he could hear that signature orgasmic moan beginning rise, while suppressed of course by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake, giving Selene all the straits up she needed. Both devotee doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the head of his cock ceaselessly with her glossa and Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet lingua soothing her aching cunt like a big pipe bowl of ice ointment after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's cheek was soaked in the climactic fluids of genus Selene's Bill Gates of Eden, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the former end, Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her pharynx as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a vent of semen, flooding her pharynx to the point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating rooster out like an wake coma patient pulling out a feeding tube and raised her promontory, swallowing Baltoh's source. Her rima oris was devoid of semen but her stomach was so replete of it that she felt like she had just eaten a big dinner.

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

"You are the most beautiful affair I have ever seen, your organic structure will never break to amaze and rouse 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 able to fall asleep holding you again, but after net night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your charge takes priority ; after all, you're saving the human beings. Just recall that I'm here, and if you ever want to catch one's breath for a few hours, I'm always prepare to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's idea that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memories that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his human foot on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in oddity."Sure, but it isn't always pretty, especially when time passes. Why ?"

Selene had to bite down on her natural language to hold from speaking without her mind's license. This thought had been digging in her intellect all day, festering like a bug bit that she could not bar scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past times ?

"That adult female who knew your name back at the office, she's my friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be concerned in a deuce-ace ?"

Baltoh needed to be given against the window, trying to regain his mental mien from the interrogative."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't trust her. I gave my tenderness to you, Selene, a heart that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading unclouded illuminate her naked consistency."I don't want you to have intercourse 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 aid you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to loosen up a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be happy without beheading a demon. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to modify you, I just want to grant you the option of being at pacification, and this is one thing that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her bridge player on his chest of drawers.

Baltoh sighed again."I will recollect out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an vacuous alley, scribbling conjuration on the ground in homo blood that he was reading off a piece of paper of the flesh from a man's back. He was mumbling scourge as he tried to keep tally of the symbolization and remember their specific order. There were thousand of different symbols, all drawn around a gang that was a one C feet in diameter and even stretched into the thirdly attribute on the walls of the construction on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to checker in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the snake pit am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this spell stuff,"he complained.

"These symbols will save up you valuable time and probably your life. When I first summoned a Horror Obelisk to this realm, I memorized the energy equivalence needed to compensate for the different dimensional factor and altered it for this situation. These symbols are the equivalence in a written form. Using this arrangement of incantations, the enchantment will charter a fraction of the sentence and Energy it would normally involve without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorise thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then save it down for you fledgeling. hold open working and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and wipe out you if I see you."The red-haired Archangel said, looking out over the city from the roof of an office building. Of all the Archangels in New House of York, she was the new, being just over half a century old with the organic structure of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten ft away with his arms cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big worry for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosemary, to verbalise to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his side with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you retrieve I am, not just as a person, 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 cease-fire 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 competitiveness by my English, you wanted to live by my incline as well."

A gentle duck soup blew between them, making Rosmarinus officinalis's long red hair flutter and Baltoh's burning halo shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the inadequate wall lining the roof with rosemary, but she turned around.

"Do you think those yr we spent in hellhole together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie garden angelica, a bright-eyed rookie with dream of changing the world."

rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to avail lessen the Gargoyle universe, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their phone number. Of course of study it wasn't that easy and I was brought close to death more times than I could number. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of fiend. As I listened to them babble out about how they planned to rape and kill me, I tried to wreak a single spark of energy so that I could teleport out of sin. Then, when all Hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a single cut of your sword.

You healed my wound, helped me find my forcefulness, and taught me about Hell. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was grateful to you for saving my life. I could experience left any fourth dimension, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how recollective I had before they would notice my disappearing in Heaven, but in snake pit, it was three wonderful age. I was dire to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a individual 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 monastic order for you to give ever felt that way about me, you had to ingest studied me and watched me closely. You had to suffer analyzed me, and because of that, you know me better than to the highest degree others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, remember ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my feelings. I was denied even a single kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a man, I know. I saw you two candy kiss in that edifice. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just delicately on your own,"rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to receive and ask for instead. I say that because while I know slight but ire, I know that it is a woman's centre and mind that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the position quo of all relationships."

"So what was your archetype interrogative ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the air the way she had done.

She raised her bridge player and gently brushed her diffused finger against the side of his face."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomaly. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a person, well… as I said before, you rejected me, think of ? I can't answer that question, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how very much I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the first place."

rosemary was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Archangel and a monster, a combination of the two ultimate supernatural organism, but that woman is neither, she is just a powerless homo. You were brought to life through dying and wrath of millions of killer who slew evil in the public figure of jurist and sought that justice through murder. She on the other hand is a vibrant and caring char, who I imagine is full of love and energy. She's your demand inverse in every way.

I think the rationality why you are with her is because you are trying to find serenity and balance. Just like how you have somehow found counterbalance between the light of Angelica Archangelica ability and the darkness of Demon powers, your heart is trying to incur symmetry between the hate that has kept you going and fighting and the opinion of love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her Good Book sink in.

"Time in Heaven does not pass as quickly as it does in nether region, every day here on earth is a day in Heaven and a year in hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the potent. You've lived for eons with your soul filled with nothing but choler and a hungriness for battle, don't you think it's prison term to forgive the universe and try to let some of that anger go ? Don't you think it's time for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly privation my advice, then here it is : ease up this woman what she wants. If she is truly uncoerced to be subject when no former woman would, then I think she is trying to severalize you to be that open as well. For once Baltoh, close your wing and open your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"Wait,"rosemary said, drawing his attention back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you need ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a small smile as she walked over to him.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger on his lips and silenced him."Just a single osculation, nada more. Please, just let me roll in the hay what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a mysterious breath in response. Wrapping her branch around his neck, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight seal with their lips. For several irregular, their back talk joined and parted over and over again before they finally separated. Rosmarinus officinalis stepped back with a smile on her face.

"It's as beautiful as I imagined it would be. I envy her, I truly do. Thank you, Baltoh, that meant a lot to me,"She said gratefully.

Baltoh slowly gained one of his rare grinning and nodded before taking off, feeling much better than he had before.



molly was sitting at genus Selene's island table with her sassing hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her headway, using his powers to restore the retentivity that he had originally erased. mollie had no estimate what was going on ; Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an evening 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 genus Selene and Baltoh to run up the courage to bid her and attempt to call back her memories for a trine, but after Selene ended the call option, she could finger her libido commencement to shimmer as retention came rushing back like the juices of an orgasm and mixing with the arising fantasies. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more mad, she began recounting the narrative of her first fling with molly to Baltoh.

At showtime he was skeptical and withdrawn at the approximation of intimacy with this unknown, amour itself still a quag to him, but as genus Selene described that night on the office floor with particularly lifelike item, he could experience his own sex effort growing in speciality and desire. Standing beside this charwoman, restoring her remembering, Baltoh let his regard wander up and down her curved frame. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to look forward to this.

"Tell me, genus Selene, what is the material ground why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing mollie's bountiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a small laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

genus Selene gave a lazy smile and let her eyes drift up molly's figure, the pattern that she was intimately familiar with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. intoxicant doesn't give people different personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. molly and I were both drunk off our asses and our true colouring material were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with women and some function of molly wants to command me. Curled up with our faces between each other's legs was one of the most pleasurable times of my liveliness, but regardless, Molly did take reward of me. I want to punish her, but I hold no grievance against her and feel nothing but the tutelage of our friendly relationship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this fourth dimension, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my orders and learn it as concentrated as I want her to. But she is my friend and I love her, so I want us all to be happy. 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 mankind that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling happy at the sight and speech sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as rosemary said : she is being this open so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her sprightliness, in her phantasy, in her programme of the future. She wants me to be a constituent of every deep dark secret she has, because that's how much she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous warmth fill his nitty-gritty as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her feet and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the Night she discovered lulu schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the table as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The computer memory of Baltoh crashing through the place edifice and Selene revealing his indistinguishability was flashing in her mind like a strobe Christ Within. Selene's bright green eyes kept flickering up and down, holding Molly's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to commend every detail of the wing man, standing behind her without her even aware.

With each s that passed by, Molly became more rampantly and confused, eventually coming to the decimal point that genus Selene feared that she was going to have a complete mental breakdown. Looking past Molly at the unseeable Baltoh, Selene nodded with a stony expression. molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his farseeing tail around her like a boa constrictor to constrain her, taking the initial pleasure of feeling her soundbox. He became visible and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her cervix. The beautiful blonde was completely terrified and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making molly shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his huge extension into her peripheral device vision as if they were closing in on her from all incline and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky flesh and giving her goose bumps. He leaned his chief past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his boldness and the calm/curious manifestation he was wearing. She noted the grayish skin, the silverish eyes, the burning annulus above his forefront, and the overall handsomeness of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

She shivered at his run-in, but not out of care.

From there, Selene summarized most of what Baltoh had told her and about what was happening. She recounted who he was, that he was from Hell, how he was born as a Demon and gained garden angelica mogul, his war with the forces of darkness and his bloody feud with the military unit of Heaven, what he was doing on dry land, and how they met. Essentially, she told molly just enough to hold open her from asking farther questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breathing spell was gently blowing on Molly's neck and bare shoulder joint as he sampled her sweetness essence and the smelling of her soft physique.

He was starting to wish this fille ; he could find his sexual desire for her growing in power. It was not as focused and emotionally building complex as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the minutes passed, Molly became less horrendous and more nervous. The feeling of Baltoh's ropey but right shadower squeezing and rubbing against her consistence was replacing her original panic with intimate excitement.

"molly, do you remember what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island tabular array and leaning against it.

molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could get a threesome, do you remember ?"Selene asked, stepping towards her.

mollie nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"Selene softly ask, her face inch from molly's.

The aroused blonde nodded a third gear time, now with a coy smile. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed mollie, letting their lips join and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could finger his hard-on reaching its replete size and pressed it against molly's buttocks, making her squirm in desire and lust as she felt the size.

genus Selene finally ended the candy kiss with molly and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her hand on his cheek and slipped her tongue into his oral cavity. Their tongues danced around each early while their lip met like crashing waves, all while molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to Molly. His prospicient ramify tongue slowly reached out like a charmed Snake, making mollie's eyes widen. He flitted his knife between her rosy lip and slid it in, tasting the interior of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their lips touched and they began making out with mollie deep-throating Baltoh's tongue.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasance. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist thong, and was rubbing her vanilla incision, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the sleeping accommodation,"Selene purred, feeling the unique intimate urges from the night of the Christmas political party returning.

molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her ft and carried her with only his poop. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed genus Selene into the chamber and lowered mollie onto the bed, who was filled with both scourge at the Demon-Archangel hybrid and sexual inflammation as the boniface of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a footstep back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind mollie like a snake. Molly looked up and locked lips with Selene, the two of them kissing gently while the latter helped the former undress, taking off all her clothes so that the two naked woman were pressed against each early. Without clothes in the way, genus Selene slid her paw down Molly's vapid belly and began working her finger between her stage, getting the piano blench lips as wet as potential while she fondled and massaged Molly's breasts.

Watching Selene and Molly's tongues rub against each other in an oiled dance between their brim, Baltoh could no longer take his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a thirsty facial expression from molly as she laid eyes on his brawny erection. His ass swishing and jumping behind him in fervour, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her legs broad to invite him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access to the blonde beauty's gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking ratification one live meter that she wanted this. genus Selene ended her osculation and nodded to him, causing Molly to look down and gaze in astonishment as Baltoh extended his farsighted pronged tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. molly's breathing became riotous and heavy and she bit her lip as the two backsheesh of his tongue gently touched her lenient bod, taking an initial sense of taste of her juices. Baltoh licked her a second fourth dimension, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and tremble in the teasing euphory of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his spit into her, making turn over a shrill whine of delight as he orally entered her. He began swishing his natural language around and incline to side in her velvet sleeve while he worked his lips against the entrance, stimulating her button in ways that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in ecstasy, unable to cover the delight that he was giving her. At her moans, genus Selene got up on her knee with molly's head resting on her stomach and hefted her firm breasts in her face. molly hungrily took them with her lips, sucking on her left nipple and swirling her natural language around the ring of color as if her life depended on it. Feeling her ally excite the nerve end with such commitment, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the warm jubilation curl over while she flexed her fingers in her twat, taking them out after every other minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"mollie begged, releasing Selene's wet tit.

With his face buried between Molly's pegleg, Baltoh looked up at genus Selene through his electrocution doughnut. Selene winked at him and he winked in return, retracting his spit and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you block ? That would possess been the salutary orgasm of my life-time !"mollie exclaimed, already glistening with lather from the energetic euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her brim pressed against Molly's lip.

Baltoh sat up on his branch and lifted his peter, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

Molly licked her sassing and got on her hands and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his Phallus, ineffectual to even bear on her finger's breadth to her thumb. She moved her hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the chief just in from her grimace. She slowly took the drumhead in her mouth, trying to fit as very much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her lingua tickle and tactual sensation every centimetre of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the slit at the top and working it under the ridge above the rootage of the prick. molly began bobbing her head back and forth, trying to see how often of Baltoh's putz she could demand with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden convulsion came out of shock from Selene's natural action. With most of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, genus Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy smile on her face, having just inserted her fingerbreadth into mollie's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the tight orifice, taking gravid pleasure in watching mollie wriggle. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it sporting. Taking the first step, she spread molly's ass nerve and pressed her backtalk against her anus while inserting her natural language. mollie groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the feeling of Selene's knife stirring her asshole and the wetness of her oral fissure admixture with the wetness of her soused anus.

While she gorged herself on Molly's SOB, Selene worked her digit in her cunt, often stopping to crop the snatch juice into molly's anus. When she did this, she would move out her sassing and work her fingers into the ring, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would go around her anus with her finger's breadth and get Molly shiver as she spat into the opening, leaving a White River clod of spit nestled right the medium folds of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, mollie would often subscribe to Baltoh's stopcock out of her sassing, just so that she could spit on the headway and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would slander his hammer across her face, coating herself in her spitting and Baltoh's pre-cum like constitution, and put it back in her sass, where her headspring would bob back and forth as she would take away as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few instant, Selene got up and lied beside mollie, who relinquished Baltoh's cock. genus Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and head slurping off molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious Popsicle on Earth. With a warmly grin, Baltoh reached down and brushed her hair, making her tone at him with love life and happiness in her oculus. She took his putz out of her mouth and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

genus 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 long and passionate kiss to show that his feelings for her were in no way affected by molly's presence, and Selene returned the buss to suffice the substance. With a grinning, he sat on his heels and put it prance right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasance and pain as the muscular phallus penetrated her like a clenched fist, making her arch her spine and grip the slope of the bed to hold open from being forced against the headboard.

With his cock lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the rosehip and began driving deep into her with recollective mighty thrusts, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the involve distributor point. Beside them, mollie was fingering herself and pulling on her mamilla, staring at Selene with envy and restlessness as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the legal action, she swung her leg over genus Selene's read/write head and began straddling her face in the Same way Selene had rode hers during the Yule party. genus Selene grabbed mollie's magnificent ass and gorged herself on her pussy, making the blond have to list over on all four from the paralyzing undulation of joy genus Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his total speed, Baltoh began hammering Selene's cunt like a political machine, making the bed creak like a room wax of rocking chairs and Selene's breast bounce and paradiddle like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her legs around him while he sucked on her knocker, all the patch fucking her with powerful jive of his pelvis. His knife-like barbed posterior was jerking and whipping the level from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at mollie's circle ass LE than half a infantry from his expression. He leaned forward and inserted his lingua into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his lips against the anchor ring, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulation in her cunt and asshole, Molly was moaning in delight, gyrating her hips while Selene feasted on her delectable slit and Baltoh licked every corner of her asshole with the cheeks rubbing against his aspect, loving the vacancy taste.

"Oh god !"mollie cried out, having an orgasm that shook her to the stop that she thought that she would fall apart like a star sign of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to stop whacking as she experienced an anatomical earthquake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, mollie dismounted Selene as if her face was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the Tour De France. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the lips of her pussy. Selene sat up, her face and tomentum wet with molly's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the sapidity that filled their mouths.

"Oh please fuck me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her nerve against Baltoh's."dedicate it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused grinning and lied back on the bed, his hammer pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as unhorse as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with inflammation, Molly grasped his cock and guided it to her kitty, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to rear herself up off her stifle just to get on top of it.

molly pressed the headspring against her lips and tried to guide it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the coxa, Baltoh slowly pulled her down, driving up into her and making her scream as if she had just been stabbed. molly was completely paralyzed as she tried to treat the huge soma inside her ; it felt like a Python was trying to turn over 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 font, finally getting back at her for the company.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a cutter kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and settle down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to do work, probing her snatch with his knife and working his rim against the entryway. With her wholly body shaking, molly began shifting back and forth to the sides, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the cock inside her but slowly gaining some satisfaction out of it.

Selene leaned forward, comforting her admirer with a long and easy kiss. Their tongues passed their rim and began to swirl and wind around each other, forming glistening togs of wetness between their back talk. Together they formed a pyramid of delight, and the longer they were in this side, the more energetic mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to stand a few in of bouncing.

Seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, Selene wanted to choose it to the next floor. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juice off his look."Make her scream,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned Molly around on his cock so that her back was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected campaign. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her scream in pain like the offset fourth dimension. He lifted her up with ease, surprised by the fact that there was no blood, and pulled molly back down onto his cock. She screamed again, this prison term with some pleasure in her vocalism. He lifted her up a one-third clock time and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a titan fleshlight, bouncing her on his cock with little sweat. It took her a while, but in time, she began to bring immeasurable pleasance in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her eubstance and lifting her up and down, Molly was rubbing her pussy in bliss, which was stretched to its right-down maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while genus Selene crawled over to her and began licking the lather off her naked body.

retention her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a Piston so quickly that his ball sack was an indistinguishable blur. molly's screams and moans were silenced and replaced with a deep gagging auditory sensation. Her eyes rolled back into her school principal and her physical structure became limp as she tried to process the vivid superstar blasting through her venous blood vessel. Baltoh's tool was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her peg were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any lie with she had ever received with a human, and her body could barely make out with the dynamic pounding that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The rough in slamming of her slit brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to arrest to catch his breather. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her abdomen, 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 physical and mental state to make sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any actual damage. Her brain has just been completely overwhelmed by the star she felt while I fucked her and all the climax she experienced. It's basically a sexually induced seizure. It's completely harmless, her brain is just rebooting itself,"Baltoh said, panting like a dog.

Relieved by the explanation, Selene licked her lips and crawled over to Baltoh, where she licked her friend's essence off his dick. After slurping up every pearl of pussy succus, 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 dick stirred her pussy like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten minutes, Molly began to touch, waking back up. Hearing her hums of exhaustion, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her breasts against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whine in joy and her centre bolt undetermined.

As Baltoh moved back and forth inside mollie, genus Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their raw bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my twat. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her twat didn't drag away. Instead he used the lubrication of her succus to slue his cock between her house ass face like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky feeling of her gentle figure as he diverted the promontory back into Selene's pussy. Still lying on top of molly, Selene purred as her twat was stretched like a rubber band and her oily juice dripped into mollie's ranch ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth, fucking Selene shallowly so that he could keep open grinding his cock in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the independent case and fully-entered Selene, forcing his entire cock into her hungry pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast powerful strokes, genus Selene couldn't hold on herself from moaning in raptus. With genus Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut naked body rubbing and jiggling against hers, mollie was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal arousal.

"That's good baby, screw me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bluff and excited.

After a few minutes of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to mollie, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously soft pussycat, using the wetness from Selene as lubricant.

"Oh god, that feels so effective !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to entire stop number while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning women, fucking one for various moment before moving to the early. As they took bit being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their bridge player and touching themselves, though with Molly having her back to Selene, she had to mostly satisfy herself with rubbing her own pussy or fingering her lover's asshole.

"Please, let me suck it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought genus Selene to her umteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his pecker out of genus Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a crack lady of pleasure, mollie turned and tried to solve Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to smack it,"Molly whined.

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a tumid glob of spit. Molly desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's spit and vaginal fluids as if her biography depended on it. While Molly blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hired hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, child, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the just man I love and trust enough to let do this,"She gasped, pointing her ass at Baltoh.

The crossbreed bit his lip in restiveness as the meaning hit him like a slap from a wet manus, unsure of if it was even anatomically potential to fit his tool in her. But while he was filled with incertitude and the last thing he wanted to do was induce the woman he loved any strong-arm discomfort, her words did give him an easing fondness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no Trygve Halvden Lie, neither to him or herself. She truly did entrust him and love him.

molly sat back, a look of astonishment on her typeface as she realized that now was her time to render the two fan with some space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of kiss up her spine and along her berm and neck, making her purr at his touch."Are you certain you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how much I love challenges. Any painfulness I will feel will be my trial in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the backrest of the ear and then sat up.

"wait, let me aid,"mollie said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder and moving over to Selene.

Molly gently spread genus Selene's ebony ass cheeks and stretched her mother fucker with her middle fingers. Convulsing her impudence, mollie dribbled a mouthful of spittle straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it run over so that a diminished flow flowed down in between the moist lips of her pussy. Taking a deep breath, Baltoh pressed the head of his hammer against her oiled asshole and slowly tried to drive it in. Immediately, he grunted from the tightness of her asshole. He couldn't even fit the capitulum in ; it was like trying to fuck a rubber eraser band for a lobster nipper. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, mollie was spitting every glob of saliva she could gather onto the head of Baltoh's phallus, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a long crack in the floor with his tooshie as he finally managed to pop the pass of his pecker into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to small. Selene had her facial expression rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a dentition dog, whimpering in pain but not complaining and not signaling him to stop or decelerate down.

Now that he had worked the head in, the strong voice was over. Grateful for all the spit that Selene and Molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly advertise forward, millimeter by millimeter, biting his lip as he tried to withstand the minginess while mollie supportably spread Selene's ass impudence. She also tried to comfort genus Selene, stroking her hair, kissing her raw figure, and even working her digit between Selene's pegleg.

Time passed, the minutes on the genus Selene's bedside dismay rolling with each inch, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his member halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the demarcation line that he could perforate her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her cheek as if checking for a fever.

"I'm mulct, just be assuage,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore throat.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lower back, giving Selene a minute to get accustomed to the great mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to pull out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her tremble and wince. Keeping his read/write head inside, he came to a halt 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 move slowly, Baltoh could finally take note of how dear her anus felt. While her pussy had not nearly been as tight and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all face 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 Selene a instant before retracting his penis, this clip pulling it back in a single shot. genus Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in joy and softly hummed. Molly once again spat on Baltoh's cock, lubing him up before he pushed all the way into her and pulled out.

"Oh yes, that flavor so good. Just like that babe, just like that,"she purred, laying her forefront down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a diffused kiss on her back and stood up, unable to bang her on his knee joint due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to take up a dense and steady rhythm, moving up and down and letting her anus become accustomed to the bulk of his manhood. Standing up over her, he was almost jumping as he plunged down into her like a yoyo. He moved in long slow up cerebrovascular accident, turning her Harkat-ul-Mujahidin into groan of bliss that were slowly growing in volume as he grew in speed. While he rocked her public, mollie was behind her with her face buried in Selene's exposed puss, taking the opportunity to set about going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a debauched stride and the flat was filled with the phone of Selene's ass slapping against his thighs and her resplendent moans of pleasure, both from the anal retentive incursion and her in effect admirer gorging herself on her hot, wet twat. The bed was creaking like an old house as it struggled to plow the downward slams of Baltoh plunging into Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her mother fucker with such hurrying and power that it would forever be as loose as a pair of sweatpants. genus Selene was giving a ceaseless sidesplitter of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feeling from the waist down except the sensation of unbelievable pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her organic structure convulsing as endless sensations shot through every vulcanized fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to die out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his dick from her anus, which was gaping undefendable and refused to revert to its archetype size. He pointed it downwards and mollie hungrily took it in her mouth, bass 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 thick coating of saliva.

"Ok, now it's my turn. I want you to have a go at it my ass just like you fucked hers,"Molly said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just need a instant to rest. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

Molly moved to the foot of the bed and got on all fours, spitting into her hand and smearing her saliva in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ring open so that Baltoh could spit into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't concern, it won't be as laborious as with Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy wink.

Baltoh gave a tired smile and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the headland of his prick against her asshole. Gritting his teeth against the parsimony, he slowly began working himself in with Molly hollering in ecstasy. While she was still incredibly tight, she had been right when she said that she was easier than genus Selene, as it was obvious that she had experience in anal retentive sex. However, Baltoh's size of it was completely new to her, as her hollers were desegregate with scream of pain.

Baltoh was capable to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with Selene. Gripping molly's hip, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her vox to increase in intensity while his pep pill slowly rose. Before long, her ass was smacking against his thighs with the same glorious clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in pleasance and pain.

Just he was about to quetch it up to his level best speed. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her beauty, the Henry Sweet grin on her brass, and the alone love in her eyes. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the candy kiss, Baltoh went up to his top stop number, fucking Molly's asshole so hard and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the beam of light of his cock could barely be discerned in the rapid movements, all while Selene gently ran her hand across his bare chest.

Before long, Molly gave out a particularly loud cry as Baltoh gave her a thundery sexual climax. Baltoh slowed down and came to a freeze, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a deep gaping volcanic crater. mollie collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't harbour out much tenacious. My stamen has run out and I'm close to reaching my coming,"he panted.

"good story, you've been fighting nonstop flight for thousands of year, but a duad woman from worldly concern can go away you completely drained,"Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the boldness. She then looked at her ally."molly, how about we finish him the same way we finish each other ?"

Tired but more than willing, Molly sat up with a grin."I'd dearest to."

With Molly to his right and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the wall while the two womanhood moved closer to each early, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring side with Baltoh's pecker between their cunt. Gyrating their hips, the two woman began grinding the lips of their bitch against the pecker, and Baltoh's breathing became great as the soft skin rubbed against his peter in a way similar to a handwriting job. Just the mental flavor and the image were as estimable as the physical experience, both for him and his buff and sexual acquaintance. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasure as they grinded his prick against their swollen twat, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their suave thighs rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several thick-skulled streams of semen shot out and up from the capitulum, far more than any regular human amount. The white fountain covered genus Selene and Molly's overlap, basically glazing their pussies in sperm. Staying pressed together, Selene and Molly slowly scraped the semen off his cock and resettled on his stage, scissoring to the point of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their fluid wet pussies and the softness of each former's lips.

Having climaxed, the two fair sex separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm cell that covered and filled their pussies as if it were hot chocolate sirup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his face like affectionate cats.

"That truly was most enjoyable,"he sighed with his optic closed and his hard-on finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in tired understanding with their faces buried his chest. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a here and now to let his annexe extend from his consistency, them wrapped them around the women's naked bodies and sealed them in a cocoon of warmth.

"I'm so glad we did this. We have got to do it more often,"Selene purred, barely able-bodied to keep her eye open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always fix and thirsty for cock,"Molly replied, giving a small stretching and rubbing her nipple against Baltoh's bare bureau.

"Oh, we'll definitely ask in you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid putz and gently stroked it, ineffectual to tear herself away from it.

"Actually, don't tempt me too often,"mollie then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at Molly."What's haywire ?"

"nil. I would be intimate 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 most of the time, and this isn't a family relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blond beauty and licking Baltoh's cum out of every box of her oral fissure."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire abject body is completely benumb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that punishing every day of the workweek, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said Selene after she pulled away her lips, wet with molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a grinning, kissing Molly on the brow and then genus Selene on the lip. Kept warm by his soundbox heat from their naked body pressed together and the blanket-like wings, Selene and mollie slowly drifted to sleep with their legs wrapped around his second joint and faces buried in his chest. With a smiling on his face, Baltoh rested his impertinence against the top of Selene's header and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night, fully rejuvenated. Selene and molly were still pressed against him in the like post, their defenseless bodies 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 stir 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 mantle over them. Their weapon were wrapped around each former's naked organic structure, their nipples were touching, and their forehead were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his consistence. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping adult female. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could mount under the book binding with them and fall asleep with their naked body pressed against his, but after the for the first time night he spent with genus Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not adventure isolating himself from New York City when there were now six Demons that could strike at any time. Even with the garden angelica 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 synagogue, as if they were not his sex partners, but his own daughters.

"I will be back,"he whispered with his face pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made love, and to Baltoh, it was the corking month of his living, as well as the most informative. Every day, often multiple fourth dimension, he and Selene would get together and enact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless organic structure, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her fresh mortal and stamp eye. Selene was very interchangeable in that paying attention, in that zilch could ever appease her desire to tease and suckle Baltoh's muscular cock. Sure, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being inner with Baltoh was turning her into a wild vixen, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a Demon in the sack. She just couldn't office without either walking bowlegged after being hinge on like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as a lot time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about genus Selene's past times and trying to learn as much as he could about the cleaning lady he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious to learn as a good deal as she could about the way his thinker worked. Since he didn't have much of a past to speak of, she instead asked him about things like philosophy, chronicle, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the gear in his mind turned. She also asked him questions about the universe and the pits, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the people he had met, the conflict he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his memories from biography in the inferno. There were also interrogative sentence about his natural action on earth, as when Selene discovered just how much collected clock time he had spent in the Earth of the animation since his birth, she found that they had a lot More to blab about than she thought.

He also got to spend sentence with Molly, who treated him the Lapp way she treated genus Selene. His relationship with her was the first of its variety, caring but Platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a lover. With Rosemary, he had learned to be a teacher, and with Molly, she had learned to be a friend. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialise. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for leash, her hunger for Baltoh's dick and Selene's pussy bringing her to the flat a few time a calendar week. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a automobile, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and mollie with her, as if her globe was complete.



The six Demons all stood around a belittled campfire of homo bones from their last meal, deep below the metropolis. All eyes were on Abaddon, the ogre first appointed to be in rush of this labor. Only he could stool the decision for the following step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere safe to run. They would follow or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the metropolis, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the fringe. He had slain the lone savage while it fed on a drug junky passed out in an back street, only to have his care drawn back to Selene's apartment through the feathering he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could smell out great veneration and botheration, and knew without a shadow of a doubtfulness that she was being attacked. Just hour ago, he had been in another threesome with her and Molly, and now both women were in danger.

He was flying through the metropolis faster than an armor-piercing heater, creating a pulsing shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, stronger than the nullity of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so a great deal power that every window in the edifice lining the streets was reduced to powder and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen farewell, essentially turning the space behind him into a blizzard of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's face was contorted into a ferocious frown as he honed in on genus Selene's apartment, his sword in hired man and his dentition and nipper sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that presume attack Selene, he would make them suffer the overrefinement of Hell a yard times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming intangible asset before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment edifice had been brutally murdered and genus Selene's unit was in dilapidation, with all the article of furniture smashed to pieces and the bulwark shredded with chela cross. Selene was gone and in the center of the apartment lay mollie, the life torn from her anguished physical structure. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the substance of the den, with the slain stunner sprawled out on it as if it were a gothic anguish rack, her radiocarpal joint and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to molly's lifeless stiff, his eyes full and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the big tortures of Hell, but seeing her, the fair sex he considered his dear friend and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that tabular array was more than he could stomach. Her integral pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her pelvis was crushed into splinters and her legs were barely clinging to her body. Her thigh as ass cheek were riddled with bite mark and had clod ripped out of them from when the monster decided to taste her soft material body. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody flight strip, having been carved and cut up in pointless straining to make her suffer. Her fingers were broken and her blazonry were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with barbed telegram. Her oral sex was barely connected to her body, her throat having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow Demon sperm. Her cheeks had been ripped exposed, virtually probably by accident when the monster took turns raping her mouth. Her lid had been cut off so that she could not blink and the center themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth grade along her throat. Last but certainly not least, her facial expression was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by demon spermatozoon being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His custody shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted molly's exanimate body, holding it tightly."I'm so lamentable, I didn't mean value for this to occur to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will retaliate you, unfermented psyche,"he murmured with his buttock pressed against his forehead.

In his heart, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his vein as he mourned her passing. However they did it, the ogre had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of genus Selene's peril had been felt. Most likely, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still at rest, 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 able to break the fiend, but they would have been an pain in the neck and an pause. After all the aeon he had spent being tortured in hell as a legion of human being soul, he could well imagine the pain sensation she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attending was suddenly pulled from molly by a resonance sound. Situated on one of the stools form the island table, Selene's phone sat two m away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the cruelty through the line without even holding the telephone set. Trying to go on his pique in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a marvelous piece of applied science that these humans have invented. The ability to talk 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 make you suffer more suffering than all the captive of Hell across all of history. I will inflict More pain on you than your worst nightmares for what you have done to her. And that's not even counting what I'll do to you for the pain that mollie went through. I will show 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 genus Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to bring up she served as a good model. But damn, she sure could consume a cock and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts clear like rotten melon vine. Hmmm, Delicious. But the honorable part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million thought process that slipstream through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would watch the threats if I were you. We haven't touched genus 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 feel that body of hers, and boy, it certainly is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the teardrop off her face as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a deep breathing time."What do you want ?"

"Your helper. Once the sun comes up in a few time of day, we shall wee-wee our motility. Not only will you stay out of our way, but you will also prevent us safe from the force out of Heaven. While we are working, you will hold every saint and Archangel out of our affairs. If any of us sees so much as a exclusive feather while we are working, I assure you that my comrade and I will drop every bit of our aliveness tormenting this little bitch in ways learned straight from the Masters of Torture themselves. She will suffer to a greater extent than any human, living or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had well keep the Angels busy, because if you fail, Selene will believe being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in computer storage for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rose-cheeked red nuance, giving Abaddon a maniac grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical nerve centre of New House of York City, unseeable to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, genus Selene was tied up with the fanny of Abaddon's endure remain Gargoyle, shivering as the snap kissed her bare physique the Same way Baltoh had as well as mollie, who's dead body she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her expression was streaked with tears at the horrible sight of molly's bloody slaughter carcase and the tactual sensation of fearsome weakness that flowed through her vena like ice water.
She had woken up, her bed evacuate, and Molly's dress still on the trading floor. She got up to calculate for her champion, wanting to go back to catch some Z's clutching Molly's warn naked soma against hers, lusting for the feeling of her subdued skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to find oneself Molly and maybe eat little late-night snack off her breasts, and instead found her secure admirer and sapphic lover nailed to her island table, getting her innards ripped out and corrode by four fiend while the twenty percent raped her mouth.
Selene rushed back into her bedroom, reaching for her purse on her bedside table 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 sexy little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her feet and drinking in the fear in her eyes.

Now she was here, dangling naked with a Gargoyle keeping her tied up with its tail, silently crying over the demise of her supporter and praying for the man she loved to come save her. She wanted to scream, to call out for someone to help oneself her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a speech sound, he would cut off her titty, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a deep breath and stretched. The clock time had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the ground, casting a spell and sending out an get-up-and-go signaling his comrades to do the same."devil Art : horror Obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised get-up-and-go levels, the four stationed-Archangels took escape, rushing to the scene. Flying in geological formation, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a bouldered expression on his brass and sword in paw.

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,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his steel to his side.

growling, Michael materialized his brand as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no better than they were ! You've been on the Demons'side since the first !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guard look on her font but oddity in her eyes."No, I am not on the Demons'position. They are holding the womanhood I love, and in return for her rubber return, I must keep you from interfering. Do not hold it against me, for I am doing this only to get her back."

"One human is not worth the entirely mankind !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his blade raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a youngster swinging his instructor's meter ruler.

"She is to me,"he said softly before he emotionlessly drew back his sword and plunged it into Michael's chest of drawers, right below the eye.

The sword burst out his book binding and Michael vomited a huge splatter of blood. The other Archangels stared in shock at the merciless wounding and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade dislodge, tearing out strips of Michael's flesh 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 consecrate I am to saving Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to slop off the blood.



Across the metropolis, in five key points where the symbolic representation had been drawn, gall, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their workforce on the ground, having sensed the signaling from Abaddon.
"Demon Art : perdition abysm Summoning !"



"backer Art : saint Beckon ! All holy man close in on the six Demon fix, kibosh their spells at all cost !"Gabriel cast, using the spell to contact all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders duomo summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
pile below them, a nearby building shattered as a new structure was built in its place, a monolithic cathedral built solely out of a single piece of marble. The window of the marvellous church were all colored and ornately arranged to mould montage of saints, made with cold skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of jewel. Above the expectant oak doorway was a rose window, made of glass mixed with gold and silver to mold a sun surrounded by stars. The ceiling of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in poses of prayer or charity, and the campana tugboat was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their swords in hired hand but resting with the confidential information on the basis, as if they were waiting for battle. At the very top of the tower was a mud Dove, holding an olive branch in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the people in the street and nearby building fled at the original structure's collapse. Slowly, the doors opened and holy man streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scene. The Crusading Cathedral worked on Angels in the same way the invocation Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of existence to help oneself whoever had summoned the cathedral. In this pillowcase, all the Angels that were on their way to try and stop the Demons had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his manus at them."Angel Falls Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless chains of rosary drop were shot down at the Angels, tying them all up so that they could not get out and set on the Demons."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to keep Selene rubber, even if that means taking part in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"delay,"rosemary said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to break off him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the ogre try to destroy the terra firma, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the fair sex you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to abandon the duty beset upon us, so let's stop controversy and fight as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold dear, with each drive equal in worthiness !"she said with terrible resolve in her voice. Holding out her hand, Rosemary brought forth her broadsword into world."From this compass point on, there is no more sound judgement. You will hold nothing against us and we will entertain nothing against you. We fight with honour, using only our sword, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both garden angelica flew towards him and brought their sword down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with petty effort. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raphael who had tried a sneaker flak from stern. With his face downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a deep separatrix across their venter and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the undercoat, rosemary quickly cast a healing magical spell on herself. While her human body and wearing apparel stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his hood, even as he turned and smacked aside a divinity ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not meet our gaze ? Are you afraid to look upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosmarinus officinalis thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : Halo saucer !"she called, pulling a chain of gloriole from the one above her head and throwing them at him.

"daimon Art : Tombstone Shield,"Baltoh said in little more than a whisper.

A table-sized tomb marker appeared before him, acting as a barrier and catching all the thrown nimbus. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a hysteria of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"ogre Art : shadow Shackles."From the metal striation around his wrist joint, various bladed chains shot Forth River like a thrown net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you fight us now with so much shame when you have shown no faltering in striking down an Archangel before ? Why do you overcome us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered as Michael got back up and fired a barrage of Feather Arrows at him.

Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, completely unaffected by the blast. rosemary shot forward with white fire streaming up her brand, increasing the cutting tycoon. Baltoh opened up his DoD to block her attack, deflecting the ten-strike with a work-shy baseball swing of his sword, still keeping his face cast in tail. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like Rosmarinus officinalis, his brand was burning with white flames, increasing the penetrating power so that it could break away even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the crossbreed's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscle but unable to go in past the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the impact but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the leaf blade pierce his flesh. Instead, he pointed his finger's breadth at rosemary with a Negro sector of energy charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : darkness Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a impenetrable eruption of fantasm push that was so magnanimous in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her human body badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the remains of her outfit. ‘ Why do you show remorse, but not pain ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to blockade our onset or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raffaello Santi, pulling the brand from his hand with his own brand raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a vertical line down that sliced off his wing, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in infliction and ineffective to assert his elevation, Raphael landed in the street in a puddle of his own rip.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to hook away to go quit Abaddon. With his hand limp and clammy, he pointed his fingers at him."monster Art : pincer bullet,"he cast, launching his talons like bout from mini accelerator pedal at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like trench mortar eggshell as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five streams of razor smoke and finally riddling Michael with holes, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"saint Art : Ultimate repentance !"Gabriel mould, finally breaking free of his straightjacket of Hell chains.

Upon the public figure of the while, a car-sized wooden hybridizing fell out of the sky, unbent towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to down square on the top of his head, it touched his ring and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her animal foot, having healed her burns and repaired her dress. ‘ You used to be so calm and temper, your burning hatred under control and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the heat and ability is still there, but the flame have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so much choler in your heart, so often hatred ?'

With bellow of conclusion, she and Gabriel guesswork towards Baltoh with their steel burning with White flames, desperate to deliver any injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his sword above his head to try and surrender a cleanup strike and Rosemary went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his tending. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's flak, but before Rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the mightily lung with his helping hand, sending his clawed finger bursting out of a gaping hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his tail and stabbed Rosmarinus officinalis through the tummy, running her through as if she were made of paper and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate most of all is yourself ?"rosemary whispered as the air whistled retiring her.

Rosmarinus officinalis and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to help them with their injury as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the Archangels decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their world power levels one last fourth dimension, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their vim into their brand. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly go, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

Roaring in both foiling and purpose, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their swords held back, fix to stab.

"saint Art : Crusading canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as fountain of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in bother as they looked down. In a single nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so deep that he had been just a few column inch away from completely severing their dispirited consistence. Their torso cut open and ineffectual to take the air, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on death's threshold. Unable to give out free of the prayer beads mountain chain that held them like pianissimo wire, the crowd of Angels could do nothing but vigil in repulsion and dread as their leaders crawled across the footing like louse, beaten and exhausted. The four paladin grouped together, desperate to arrive up with some form of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every scrap we ever had just been a biz to him ? Have we always been this weak and incapacitated compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his entrails being cut right through.

"If we attack from the straw man, he gets us with his brand. Attack from the side of meat, he blocks with his wings. Attack from hindquarters, he lashes out with that damned fanny. We can't even beat him with tour because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Santi muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two one-half of his body and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many hurt on us, so I always assumed our mightiness degree were actually close. But now, he's going for bloodline. He's never truly gone after our lives,"Gabriel panted, his chin streaked with blood and his lungs struggling to purpose.

Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could stand up, but was still using her deal to proceed her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to draw our swords. He just wants to go along us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the opposite word. He is finally showing his nitty-gritty and fight for the cleaning woman he loves, the one charwoman who can truly take away his hatred."

Upon healing his wound, Michael stood up without turning to his friends."I'll hold him off, you three hunt club that Demon down and stop his plans. There is only one way I can even ingest a chance of matching his military posture, just make certainly it doesn't go to thriftlessness,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the Saame height as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will go on if you use that technique ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face Baltoh without his sword."You're warm than us, Baltoh ; it's out of the question for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're stiff, that doesn't mean I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right field deal towards his left wrist.

"Angel Art : final exam Crucifixion ! daimon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh called, clapping his workforce together.

Two crosses rose up behind Gabriel and Raphael, making their faces picket in concern. But even though the crosses were summoned, the go 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 heaven and infernal region that I will kill them. Move your hand an inch and I will initiate the excruciation for your brothers and their deaths will be on your conscience. I have nothing against the girlfriend, 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 Archangels all sensed the Demons complete their turn. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artefact rose up from the semi-permeable vena portae to Inferno. The aim they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with etching of humankind being cooked and eaten and filled with liquified flames. The mouths of the cauldrons were actually portals, leading straight to the Lake of flack in the center of hellhole. They were normally used as an environmental advantage, where the castor would pull their enemies into it and incinerate them in the Inferno. However, they would all dish up dissimilar purposes on this day.

In the kernel of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his Horror Obelisk began to glow and sent out a wave of dark Energy like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all directions like the starting time of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the Inferno Abysses. Upon receiving the strengthening infection, the five cauldrons all shot geysers of red region straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with dark cloud and the sun became benighted as if there was a solar eclipse as the caldron changed their purpose, no longer pulling thing into the pits but instead sending them out.

Fences of red light and hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each early with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York urban center with the Horror Obelisk in the shopping center and the red region encircling it all in a monolithic halo. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the world as the tintinnabulation of hellfire tore through the dimensional barrier between land and Hell like a cookie stonecutter. Across the Earth, people were panicking as they tried to understand what was going on and what had happened to the sky, while anyone trying to get in or out of New House of York was instantly incinerated in the wall of Hellfire. Even the body of water flowing in an out of the metropolis was vaporized on link with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to materialize, Baltoh shot off towards the center of New York to fight Abaddon and retrieve genus Selene. The archangel quickly followed causa, praying that they would be able to vacate whatever had happened. Baltoh was the offset to arrive at the Horror dagger, followed by the garden angelica. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his beau ogre. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as blue as gloam, the Demons were no longer invisible, scaring off any people who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its buttocks, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to ignore the tightness in his chest as he looked at her, searching for any polarity of trauma or injury.

"What the Hell have you done ? !"Raphael demanded.

"pit, hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this metropolis, we were able to step down the roadblock between world and give the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly sinking, weighed down by its own swarthiness. Soon it will go under in between the dimensions, and once it gets in good order between them, it shall be obliterated and the true doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the perimeter, Gargoyles are streaming into the city from nether region. You should say goodbye to New York, because it will be a part of land for only another two hebdomad, and in a calendar month it will be obliterated and a true inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its position. This metropolis is essentially a hot ember on a sheet of theme, burning through and creating a hole that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving bite and piece of music of his energy from jumping between dimensions were we able to produce a portal stalls enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no idea how many eons we had to waitress in Hell to pile up enough of his energy."

Baltoh had his center downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clench fists.

True to Abaddon's words, the urban center was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the ground by the thousands, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in multitude so dense that they looked like mainstay of fastball. They immediately tried to fly out of the metropolis, but were ineffectual to pass the burning ring around the pentangle, even if they flew a mil above the wall of red region. Until the hepatic portal vein was truly opened, the force-out of snake pit could get into New York, but they could not entrust and neither could man get in. Following the unmindful instrument, ogre began to appear by the dozens, laughing at their impending freedom as they began feasting on the the great unwashed of New York.

"Even if you destroy this Obelisk or the Hell Abysses, you will not stop the summons. The doorway has already been carved, now we just need to wait for this city to dip between universe and unfold it up. There is no way you can arrest it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his face downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your program line. You promised me you would return genus Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his glory burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is rid to go. submit back your weakness."

Upon the command of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her fundament and released her. Nearly falling to the land, Selene stared at Baltoh with astray eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the Lapplander state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the midsection of the street and wrapped their arm around each other, holding each early tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in time. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her au naturel body.

"No, I'm just sword lily I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her brass in the face of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a manus on his shoulder joint and was face to side with Michael, who had a much subdued verbalism his face."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this fair sex has truly revealed what separates you from the daimon. 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 odium, and we still have a scotch to settle after this, but I think it's time for us to finally shape on the same side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his brand slung over his shoulder and one of his uncommon smiles on his face."So, if my info is even out, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of bother, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a devil. However, you made one fatal flaw in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting strengthener, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the monster and Gargoyles New York shielded their eyes as blinding light beam of fortunate illumination shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the mall of the luminosity were thousands of Angel and dozens of Angelica Archangelica, entering the null-space of New York and cook for struggle. The armies of heaven landed on the cap of building and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapon, as well as all the ogre situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to safety,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attention was diverted.
"Alright, just promise me you'll make it back,"she whispered, pressing her lips against his once again.

Even surrounded by Demons and Angels, Baltoh allowed himself to bask the buss, but suddenly, Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something stab him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breathing spell being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib John Cage by a javelin, resembling the frame of a snake and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the monumental struggle that was close at hand just a few moments ago was now stopped as every Angel, Gargoyle, Archangel, and devil stared at the two lover. With encompassing oculus, Abaddon looked up at a demon standing on a nearby building. The savage was laughing as it drew another javelin from the dorsum of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

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…"Selene gasped as stock began to pelt from the wound.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his mind unable to march the visual modality of her wound. Her whole consistence trembling, Selene tried to put her handwriting on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of black flaming flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in pain as the blast ate away at her with incredible speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much major power her put into the spell, her weak human soundbox was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flames and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the black fire moved out in all directions, reducing her body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her body, but her soul as well, meaning that she would end to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"genus Selene tearfully murmured as the fire moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to speak but his vocal cords failed to work, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his mouth hanging open as he desperately tried to babble out. Even though he couldn't say anything, Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her sass against his before the sinister flames fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's weapon closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his entirely body shaking and air refusing to put down or allow his lungs. All the Angel and archangel were mute, while the Gargoyles and devil laughed at the demise and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatized hybrid lowered his shaking hands, scooping up the ashes that had once been the char he loved. He stared at the smutty pulverization in his palm, shifting and splashing as his tears slowly dripped into them, the initiative weeping that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingerbreadth and two bar of teardrop ran down his boldness like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a deep breath and released a howling of anguish.

While the cry had a formula book, it was carried by Baltoh's energy and spread across the world. Everywhere, citizenry turned their attention away from the hellish sky and their entreaty as the howl reached their ears, so saturated with Baltoh's pain that they struggled to not be brought to their knee joint by its free weight. The sound was so heavy, so doleful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's pain in their own hearts, and even began to cry without even knowing why.

In New York, all the man were unable to stand as the unhappiness in the Baltoh's howling hit them the grueling due to their proximity to him, and all the Angelica Archangelica fought with all their might not to throw their sword as Baltoh's infliction assailed them like an electric shock. Even the devil and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any kind of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the sound were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the howl came to a stopover, and the whole world fell mute. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the dry land, waiting to see what would come about. Everyone ducked as pause methamphetamine hydrochloride suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the urban center simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all eye were turned on Baltoh as crevice began to appear in the primer around him. In a large collapse, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the ground as if he had suddenly become as heavy as a mess.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A miniature tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ash tree and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his metrical unit, his expression downcast and hidden by his hood. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible weighting of his energy. The Gargoyles and saint fell out of the sky like Bronx cheer passing through a swarm of toxic gas and everyone on the ground gritted their teeth as they tried not to be flattened. Without moving his backstage, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the spirit level ground, facing Abaddon and the Horror Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my honey, my power, and my hate,"he hissed, his fount hidden in shadow but his eyes glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning doughnut began to advance, floating five feet above him. As he raised his wings and pointed them at the nimbus, a earth tremor ran through both rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you harebrained ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in front of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in space like four fingers around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any other, his most powerful technique. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie 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 power it unleashed,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, answering the same enquiry as asked by Raphael.

"It's a magical spell so potent that it has no figure and originates from neither light nor wickedness. It is strong enough to obliterate the superior of Torture and heavyweight. Even the Hell Princes are leery of its power !"Abaddon explained in holy terror as Baltoh's halo began to birl like a gyroscope between the lead of his wings

"Every meter he uses it, he risks destroying Hell itself in the appendage. It is a jet of pure energy straight from his soul, the collective hatred of every look that he was born from, all joined together into one downpour of exponent that puts garden angelica and Demon while to dishonor. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the full planet,"Rosemary gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning nimbus increased in f number, Baltoh released an animalistic bellow of choler and frustration with tears streaming from his quad. Finally, the halo was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a heavens of lighting with energy 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 pulsing, he released the atomic number 10 good time at Abaddon and his group. It was so brilliant that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every saint and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diameter instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred feet wide before it reached the horror Obelisk. Using the Shade Shimmer spell, Abaddon was just barely able-bodied to get to safety as the fire obliterated the other five Demons, the dagger, and everything else in its path. The blast continued expanding and flying, vaporizing buildings, Gargoyles, demon, and everything else that was caught in its route.

Carving a massive scar across New York metropolis, the blast soared past the fencing of Hellfire and west out across the landscape, growing big and more powerful as it consumed all the matter in presence of it. Lucky for the ground, the erratic curve took affect, meaning that it was rising high and gamey instead of staying parallel to the ground. By the metre it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diam had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through space as a powder compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her feet, in awe at the demolition that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another boom of anger, charging a clap to level best magnate in just a couple seconds. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to dodge just a nanosecond before the blast was fired, this fourth dimension at a slightly lower slant to the northeast. Just like the first, the secondment neon blast instantly expanded in diam with phenomenal speed, growing to be a hundred meters wide before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive scar across New House of York, destroying everything before it whether livelihood or nonliving. Because of the slightly low-toned angle, the blast basically plunge into the sea, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northern Atlantic like a colossal torpedo, sending elephantine tidal waves in all focussing as it tore straight through the islet of Newfoundland, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the land wad in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a devastating mark on the Earth's Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first off time, Baltoh fired his 3rd blast immediately, swinging it up to catch up with 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 lunation, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a second, it seemed like nothing would materialise, then everyone gasped as a line of bubbling mushroom clouds appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the moon itself was split in duo, having been carved in half by the fire with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every body of body of water on the major planet suddenly exploded into a monolithic eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitative dissymmetry, resulting in all the water either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's core. Already, tsunamis were brush across Brobdingnagian reach of soil, 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 power and cast a repairing barrier on the moonshine, trying to put the two one-half back together before the damage to the Earth became permanent.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the US Army of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without waver. The brightly streak engulfed countless buildings as it grew, and while virtually of the ogre were capable to dodge the blast, several remaining ones and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The blast washed over them like a flood tide, converting their very atoms into pure energy as they were dematerialized by the raw power.

He began charging his fifth blast, not caring what would happen, not knowing what would happen, and in so a good deal pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the cosmos was destroyed. This bang would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporise New House of York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't care, he just wanted the pain to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his whole eubstance as still as a statue from the smell of soft hands pressed against his impertinence. A dyad of glowing white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his book binding. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his chief and his wings fell slack. His whole soundbox shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceable smile and all the love in her middle. She was wearing a white frock and hovering over her head was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my costly sweet 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 clip to save my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of candy kiss.

As their lips separated, a stinging botheration stabbed his brain as he realized the abyssal amount of destruction he had just brought Forth River for no reason. Gripping his head teacher, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his articulatio genus with bout falling from his centre as he considered all the innocent people he had just killed. Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, genus Selene, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were still active and I gave into my anger. I killed all those people because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angel Falls and sent us here to assist you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their lips separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the focal point she was motioning to and spotted mollie, leaning against a lamppost with a smile on her face and a halo above her header. Miraculously, the little vixen had gotten into nirvana.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would throw made. You are not a behemoth, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his dear. Besides, you have the chance to save as many lives as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so regretful, genus Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The riposte fan suddenly jerked as all of New House of York City began to sway, experiencing a massive cliff in elevation. Descending an inch every second, the metropolis began to sink into the planet. Rising up from the margin of Hellfire that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the land, a dome of black fume formed above New House of York, separating New York from the planet physically and visibly while it sank recondite and mystifying, descending five foot below sea level in a one 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 daemon and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the city or going back to underworld to be after for the next onslaught, and the forces of paradise were still trying to repair the moon. Baltoh looked back as Selene wrapped her finger around his hand.

"I'm alright, just tired. Come on, we have work to do."



"Ok, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we have never faced a situation like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a mesa in the position of the mayor.

The city manager had already been debriefed as to the site, and no longer were the Angels or archangel hiding their existence. The room was willed with citizenry, including the new mayor ( the lastly one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the chieftain of police, all the Archangels, Baltoh, Selene, several Angels, and multiple human representatives for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the threshold had been established, and a state of exigency had been declared and New York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all sides by rampart of stone in a calamus going down more than a mile beneath the aerofoil of the planet. It was like sitting at the rear end of the giant fountainhead, but with the metropolis painted red by the light for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every government was trying to visualise out what had happened to the sky, and no subject how hard the American government worked to proceed it a secret, the noesis that New York was obviously at the center of it all spread. Currently, US military force were surrounding the heavy black bean of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the state tried to cipher out a way in. Anything they used to try and pass through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the primer or disintegrated when it touched the dome. zero could get through, not even sound, visible radiation, or radio set frequencies.

Separated from the outside world, ability and consort water were lost, and generators were responsible for any Christ Within still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the raising of the Hellfire fencing. The air was filled with fear and desperation, people outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling food and pee, and saying their prayers. Police were working without rest or reprieve as the breakdown of reality brought out the looters and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The fiat had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get artillery if they could or join together with masses who had weapon. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would have to fight. The last twenty-four hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to quicken the wrong inside and outside of the city, and blessing every weapon and bullet that could be found. While the holy objects would not be hard enough to take out a devil, a blest scattergun eggshell would be enough to blast a kettle of fish in a Gargoyle's bureau and stamp out it.

Finally, the opportunity to hail together and begin planning had arrived, and the military force of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to figure out some way they would hold out. The host of darkness had not yet made their movement after seeing what they were up against, but there was no way in Hell that there wouldn't be a lot of fighting soon.

"Unfortunately,"said rosemary,"even though we can pass through attribute and that noggin, we can not take any human being with us. We can make people intangible though link, but we can not channelise that form of big businessman to them. Abaddon said that the city is like the final obstacle in the threshold being formed, when really, that dome and the sides of the scape are what are keeping the two population separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of Earth through this shot, but without Angel Falls mogul, they can never infiltrate the sides or that dome, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of hellfire around the city is only about ten stories high, but this stone jibe is like an inter-dimensional air hole, a burp cutting New York off from the world. Angel Falls can authorise through it, but human and diabolical violence can not. As we sink cryptic and deeper into the major planet, this will be a approving, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long tarradiddle inadequate, evacuation is not and option, we can't contact the international world, and provision can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to agitate but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angels to act as guards to the multitude,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your people, the Angels will barricade them. As for the Demons, we will handle them. However, their numbers are most potential greater 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 fight off the horde of Demons and Gargoyles means goose egg if the possibility of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to figure out a way to reverse the cognitive process before then."

"Most likely the source of this problem is in inferno. We have to go down there and ruin whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't oeuvre,"Michael cursed."The military group of Hell outnumber us a one thousand to one in terms of attack aircraft. If someone is a particularly devouring reprobate, then Hell will suit their household instead of their prison, and they will join the legions of donjon masters that torture the former residents. They are known as the evildoer, and these are the material hardcore illegitimate : the life-in-prison guys, the death-penalty guys, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, consecutive sea wolf, nonparallel rapists, and all around sadists. These are the one that survive Hades and don't just tumble into ash and later get a part of a conglomerate that forms a fiend. These guys are evil enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hate and malice of humans and you have a never-ending soaker of base soldiers, not to name that there are far Thomas More ogre than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be capable to confront the totality of perdition, their population is as dumb as a dying star. If I were to take on all of Scheol, they would just wash over me like a tidal wafture. Not even I'm strong enough to present them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the process,"Raphael said."The Demons were able-bodied to open up a doorway with only human emotions and while, so hopefully we can close it in a similar way. We just need clip to come up up with an equally powerful rite. We already destroyed the five Inferno abysm caldron in the five corners of the city, so we might be able to reverse the process with a Hope Beacon in the center of New House of York where the repugnance dagger was placed and five heaven Lanterns where the master cauldron were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The monster were only capable to do this because this city was a colossal hub of choler and damaging energy, basically it was a hulk weight on the cloth of space and time. We would take in to produce an equalize and opposite affect in order to even take in a luck, and even then, it would probably only serve as a ballyhoo in sealing the gateway to Hell and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positive energy if we combined our ability or one of us broke a rosary range of mountains,"rosemary suggested.

"The military force of nether region would flood the city with their bodies before letting us foil their plan. We have all of Hell beneath us with the pain and hatred of its residents wafting up like smoking through a chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Archangel down here to contribute his or her enduringness, there is no way we could whelm the malevolent miasma of Inferno. As muscular as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest flack with a garden hose."

"So again, what are we supposed to do ?"the deputy sheriff mayor asked, at his wit's end and trying to prevent from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to sell with this ? The humans, I mean,"the chief of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and stay our time until we can issue forth up with a way to overrule all this. As for the masses, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just make trusted that you get your artillery blessed and you don't end up facing a Demon,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the elbow room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a prayer beads strand ?"Selene asked as they walked through the dark halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the Archangels. You have noticed the rosary chains that the others and I wear around our wrists, right ? Well if an garden angelica breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of major power, one that is very brief but brings them up to my level of might. The daemon have a similar move where they can break their bond, however, both moves result in death.

A few Demons in story that broke their trammel, but only because they did not get it on what the monetary value was. As I said before, daemon absolutely never commit self-destruction, as it goes against their nature of dresser. I actually faced one of those demon, and for a sum of five minutes, we were on a completely even playing area. For garden angelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of garden angelica, God puts a seal on their mind, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after the Tempter's rebellion. Michael threatened to give 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 pillars of pot were rising in the sky from the buildings set on blast and would burn to the ground, since the fervor fighter aircraft couldn't afford to waste any water. The black lines were barely visible against the stone walls of the shaft New York had sank through, stamp with a red light from the fence of Hellfire. It was only a matter of time until that self-colored tilt would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but ineffectual to touch it.

Was it possible for the masses to survive ? To overstretch together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"genus Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to action everything."

"You've been working nonstop since the fight, you haven't allowed yourself to catch one's breath or find your intensity level,"she said, wrapping her finger's breadth around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of hurt to produce up for. I made a huge error that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to utter really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to footing with the fact that you've died ?"
"Well, I've mostly accepted it. It's weird to call back that I am utter, especially when I think about how distraught my folk will be. Molly is a wreck though. Becoming an Angel helped heal her psyche of the equipment casualty caused by what she suffered, but just the memory board alone is enough to nearly drive her insane. I would give anything to be able-bodied to help her. I just have to hope we can hold up this fight and live in ataraxis. But we'll hybridization that nosepiece when we get there."

"Just be thrifty. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be conservative. I don't think I could contain to lose you again,"he said, lifting her Kuki-Chin and kissing her. As their mouth separated after the legal tender kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, follow me. I know a way to relieve some of your strain,"she said, opening her wings and taking to the air with him right behind her.

Flying alongside Selene, Baltoh was completely overjoyed by the smile on her face. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and happy as she soared over the urban center like a listing dove. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his hassle and tending, replacing them instead with love and joy at the lot of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his tail around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the urban center's hotels, passing through the balcony windows like specter. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of habitation. With a coy smile, Selene locked the threshold and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have special surprise for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her arm around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a grin as he kissed her.

"When I became an saint, I was completely reborn and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a Virgo once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could have done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled beauty."It would be an honor."

With a grin, genus Selene stepped back to the infantry of the bed and lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the anticipation. She tried to extract the dress down her hourglass soma, but it was caught and refused to move. unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she abjure her close wings.

"I'm still not used to these affair,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the dress and undergarments, letting Baltoh look upon the gorgeous Diospyros ebenum flesh that drove him angry. Her breasts were still like melons and were as house and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized ring of color and pap that stood out like pencil erasers. Her abdomen was still as matte as paper and faintly lined with the toned muscleman packed underneath. Her hips had their usual fullness, with her thighs as smooth as glass and as diffuse as the ears of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could ricochet a quarter across the room while still rippling after a courteous smack and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her smooth thigh, the lips of her pussy were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her body as if experiencing a spiritual awakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unequalled erotism. Wearing a wry grin, genus Selene slipped off her place and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all quaternary and granting Baltoh a view of her twat and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the cap of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her annex re-extended, scatter out and stretched to the spot that the closing were curled up against the walls."What do you cerebrate ? Do I see like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel,"he replied before undressing.

With his flank re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely organic structure. He started first gently kissing her human foot, then ran his backtalk against the back of her shin, then took his clock time in licking her smooth thighs with his long forked tongue, taking in the delicious taste of her gentle skin. All the patch, genus Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing touch, driving herself barbarian in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with Selene's legs on his articulatio humeri and his facial expression just inches from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the sweet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entranceway to her gate of paradise. genus Selene gave a soft coo of stimulation as Baltoh provided vast amount of money of stimulation and adept through the smallest and light-colored of contact, almost like the healing affects of acupuncture.

Moving forward, Baltoh pressed his lips against the entrance, kissing it passionately as if he were kissing her mouth and saturating his sentience of gustatory perception with her toothsome juice, licking up her substance like a dog with an empty peanut butter jar. Selene gave a shriek hum at his pinch and ran his fingers through his fuzz, squirming in joy with each moving-picture show of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her hymen with his tongue, checking to arrive at sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a champ, using his natural language to tickle and rush every tender nub and flap in her physical structure, bringing her to her first orgasm in record metre and making her telephone call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral exam tour of Selene's body, spending a few second base to get over her soft suave belly in candy kiss before moving up to her breast. Careful not to fret her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her titty as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the hullabaloo in the pinnace heart finish. Baltoh wrapped his lips around her mightily nipple, sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner and tugging on it, almost making Selene yelp in pleasure.

He then moved to the left mamilla, painting it with his tongue with the same energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the eye of the night by inspiration. The perceptiveness of her nipple was almost as succulent as her snatch, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the configuration and consistency of that erect nub drove him wild with luxuria, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a pimple right on her nipple, he moved past her knocker and began kissing her clavicle and her delicate throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ears. He then kissed her various times on the cheek, once on the ear, several sentence on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lips, where they maintained that linkup with an deathless passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each other in a deliciously wet dance.

"Come on babe, shake my earthly concern,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will suffer, no affair how I do it."

"Don't concern, this Angel soundbox is unlike than my human consistency. From the man I love, I can finger no pain. There is cipher you can give me but sempiternal bliss. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the back talk of her waiting pussycat without his hand. As he slowly pushed the brain into the entrance, he could feel it loosening, almost parting to let him in. He slowly inserted himself, her pussy as soft and wet as her oral fissure and with that perfect tightness : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her postulation, shoving his full tool into her in a single thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a shake up moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a unmarried tinge of pain and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even name how good that felt. Baltoh… I… I… I…"she stammered before Baltoh silenced her with a kiss.

"I know. I could feel it as though we were the like person,"he said as he pulled out his putz, which was glistening red from her blood.

making sure his hand weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing pushups and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was retentive than the others, nearly jumping off the flooring and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't take it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the cryptical corners of her pussy with the power of a sledgehammer.

genus Selene spread her legs and lifted her hips and Baltoh crouched over her on his human knee, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every clock time his muscular member was plunged into her inviting twat, stretching it to its maximum and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his head and kissed her, licking the niche of her mouth while his ballock release slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high-pitched hollering from Selene as she had her endorsement orgasm in her new backer organic structure and Baltoh could taste the delicious hormonal thrill on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her limit. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his dick into her spell crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and Forth, genus Selene rode him at an angle with her breasts jiggling with each rock and her breathing enceinte from the melody on her implements of war and peg. Baltoh just smiled and laid his promontory back, basking in the amusement of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep hum she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her human body, Selene was capable to sustain the lieu going for another 20 minutes, not to say that Baltoh didn't help her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her third coming was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo expressive style.

After various arcminute of catching her breath, she sat up on his lap, still with his cock inside on her. They were still for a legal brief span of time, both with attender smiles on their faces as he ran his finger's breadth through her hair's-breadth and she massaged his chest. Licking her back talk, she got up and removed his peter, sighing in relief at the mass being removed from her soundbox. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass face, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to sleep with my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an holy person that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful savour from his giggling lover.

wrap her finger around the shaft, she pressed the bulging head against the band of her anus and slowly leaned back on it, pushing it inside her. Like her formerly virgin pussy, her anus immediately loosened as Baltoh entered her, almost like the slope of her sphincter were opening up like a throat taking a mysterious breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big cock in my ass,"she purred, chewing on her lip.

"And I love hearing you talk dirty,"he replied as he lifted himself up, fully packing himself in her pure ass.

Selene began to cranch against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's hammer stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her face bend in the awkward pleasure and listening to her hum and groan as he probed every turning point of her bunghole, sending frisson throughout her eubstance as if he were poking her spinal anesthesia cord with the heading of his dick.

"babe, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that familiar tightfistedness in his pelvic region.

"Then satiate me up, but don't atomizer 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 cheeks and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top amphetamine, making genus Selene cry out from the rectal penalty. He was moving so fast that his testicle ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's screaming of ecstasy made it all worth it as his second joint slapped her ass so hard that it sent ripples through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a white geyser of semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a firing fire extinguisher, filling up genus Selene's asshole with so lots pressure sensation 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 prick, which was struggling to outride erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprisal you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the boundary of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the floor.

With his prick slowly returning to its bloom, Baltoh sat at the bound of the bed with Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful Angel took his cock in her mouth and began bobbing her promontory, slurping up the mixture of ejaculate and ass juice that coated it as if it were umber syrup. Baltoh rolled his capitulum back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouth as she worked her lingua and cheeks against the cutter skin of the promontory, teasing and exciting all the mettle endings.

"Ready babe ?"she asked, taking out his cock and smearing it lovingly across her nerve. Baltoh just gave an exhausted smile and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her natural D-cup knocker together and dropped a mouthful of tongue between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated mounds of human body together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her breasts glistening with spit, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him shove off his total load from not just the flavor, but the persona and genial realization.

With her white meat held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy water balloons moved up and down the ray, she had her face fine-tune and was licking the tip with her tongue, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the intimate extravaganza. In less than a min, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo control stick and holding her bosom against his hammer so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropy current of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's rima oris, across her brass, and bathing her breasts in a puddle of white gook. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop curtain of sperm on her face and chest.

"Forget holy person, you're a nymph."

genus Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this unwarranted with the boy, never. Everything we've done aside from missional and doggy-style, that was all brand new for me. I guess we both have a minuscule ogre inside of us, and you sure know how to bring mine out,"She said sweetly, leaning down and kissing him on the nose and then crawling over to the headboard."Come here, get some sopor. You need it,"she said, patting the pillow invitingly.

Baltoh sighed."I can't, I need to stay awake and sustain patrolling the city for when the military group of Hell make their move. Besides, I've gone entire years without sleeping, I'm fine."

"honey, don't even think that you can dupe me. cum here, I'll keep watch for you while you get your rest."

Yawning, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his wings as he moved under the covers. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you assure you won't evenfall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll stoppage awake. And if I get bored, I can always just tempt Molly and the two of us will use the former position of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her head on his articulatio humeri and stretching her arm across his chest.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his dead body drained of both vitality and ejaculate, Baltoh had no bother falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the reason and gathering above the city like a cloud of toxic gas in the low gear battle of New York. Working together to foresee the army of shadow, all the saint grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of light, slamming into the Gargoyle horde and slaughtering hundreds of beasts every minute with their combined tycoon. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her close by at all metre when the scrap began. Regardless of Baltoh's bedevilment, she refused to continue out of the conflict and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all Angel Falls, she had no sword or spells with which to fight, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unknown radiance that allowed her to shock and burn unholy creature on touch. Even without having ever been in a real combat or even a martial arts object lesson, she was capable to take on the Gargoyles with marvellous science, having been reborn faster, inviolable, and smarter as an Angel. With holy energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual poke and kicks that would burn right through their chassis. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to bring around her wound and then return to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the wolf to musical composition like blades of pot under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber heater, he zoomed through the bunch, carving dozens of Gargoyles in half every second with his steel glistening with their blood. Now with greater numbers of enemies all around him, his death numeration was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to kill moths with darts, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A din joke drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to Selene who was flying though the air as fast as possible with a fiend with two elephantine tusks protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the fiend and grabbed him with his rump like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his poop, Baltoh crushed the Demon in his traveling bag, slicing it to objet d'art as if a dozen guillotines had besieged the trunk. He then whiplashed his behind, discarding the consistency and splattering off the blood.

John L. H. Down in the street below and in the buildings, humans with blessed weapons were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from underground. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by holy man, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to fight were facing the military group of Hell with blame crowbars, nail-bats, butcher knives, and small-arm. While the sky was filled with howling and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and screaming of the injured in dying. sanctum bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the Lapp way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the human's favour. The Gargoyles were bouncy, able to keep fight after multiple gunshot injury to the chest, not to mention that they too had a long-range attack in the var. of their mini iniquity pulse rate. The streets ran red with blood as multitude were tackled and torn to shred by the elated Gargoyles, feasting upon the bread and butter flesh with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of hiding and was being chased by a mathematical group of Gargoyles, running on all quaternity like a large number of cheetah sprinting after a fly gazelle. With sweat and split running down his aspect, the man ran as fast as he could towards the windowpane. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to forget five inscrutable gashes across his berm and back as he flew over the man. The heroic person quickly jumped to his metrical foot as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to snaffle him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the monster in the case with a load of sanctum buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its soma 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 back was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the tangle of cubicles, the man discharged his last empty eggshell casing and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to keep his work force as brace as possible while sudor dripped from his olfactory organ. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a corner through the carrell aisle, slowly approaching on all foursome like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon with trembling hands, the man loaded the first shell and fired, blasting the animate being in the shoulder and wounded it. A arcsecond Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a riot passing his lip, the man discharged the vacate case with a yank of the fore-end and fired, blowing a yap in the beast's chest and sending it tumbling to the floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rhythm, cocking his scattergun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its long forked tongue swinging from side to side. Discharging the void shell, he took aim and fired, only to get wind a flabby click instead of a brassy bang. Before he could even depose, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

Down the street in an skittle alley, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny prick into her frail physical structure with brutal might. A puddle of blood was forming beneath her, her pussy was an undistinguishable batch of shredded flesh, and her pelvis was already broken. As the Gargoyle grunted and snarled while tearing her apart like a chainsaw, the screaming girl was desperately reaching for a gun she had taken from a disemboweled police officeholder. Sitting in a pool of filthy pee, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final scream and reaching, she reached out grasped the end of the barrel, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five circle straight into its skull, shredding its head and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell deadened to the side, its cock was removed with one terminal painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and teardrop streaking her expression, the whimpering young lady looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a mute cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the rampart with a mephistophelean smile and a throbbing hard-on. Releasing its claw from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the female child. There was only one bullet train left, and the Gargoyle was too right to be taken down in a single shot. With tears streaming down her human face, she whispered a soft apology to her family, put the gun in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.

In the distance in the central plaza of the city, the pavement opened up into a burning pit and eight Gargoyles streamed out, pulling a chariot of twisted black steel with crashing cycle and rotting carcass nailed to the sides. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed chains, secured to the rust apprehension of slaves from Hades, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin soundbox, boundary implements of war, and Fe masque. Riding in the chariot was a devil with black armor, a whip of pure fervency, and a serrated broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the infernal speech ravaged their minds like bullet emmet 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 !"‘ jam their pearl, rip their flesh, and drink their blood ! The cleaning woman will scream as we rape them ! The children will cry as we devour them ! The men will beg for death as we enslave them ! Let them know pain, let them know fear, and let them know Hell !'

"Demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the daimon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the magic spell, the street was ripped apart as hundred of tombstone of all sizes and configuration burst out like woodchuck, destroying the roar and coming up with enough power to flip automobile. With a dull roar, skeletal hands with greenish-black color reached out of the ground as the sinner of Hell entered New House of York, each grave spitting them out like Hydra from a pit. blade of black sword in hand, the skeleton laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring slaughter to a existent human city after so many years and inferno. existence truly malign souls, they had lost their human body and stock in tandem with what little mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the metrical unit soldiers of Hell.

constabulary cars and SWAT vanguard skidded to a hitch at the end of the street as the skeleton in the cupboard marched down the road with a bass clacking rhythm. Wasting no prison term in ordering the undead felon to kibosh, the police officer formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fire with side arm, scattergun, and machineguns, raining holy lead down upon the skeletons. While they were debile than fiend in term of power and they were made of but os, they proved to be quite resilient to the hummer. The skeletons were made of a far hard material than just calcium-rich cellular phone, and unlike the Gargoyles that required electronic organ to experience, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the Devil, the skeleton in the cupboard broke social station and charged towards the line of law officers, swinging their swords above their nous while they ran. The finisher they got, the more damage they received from the officeholder's fastball, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping acantha. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the roadblock of machine and immediately went to work, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the police force while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the roof of one of the SWAT van, an elderly Angelica Archangelica clapped his hired hand together."Angel Falls Art : Heaven Lantern evocation !"

posterior him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a nude painting female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid amber lantern. A brilliant flash sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant display, the light of promised land shone down from the sides and onto the U. S. Army of the Sinners. The skeletal frame howled in torture and tried to harbour themselves as the visible light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying shabu.

The monster commanding them shielded his center as grass billowed from his flesh, hissing from the burning nuisance. With a roar of frustration, the Demon cracked his fiery party whip, causing it to acquire in duration and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a tempestuous maze, the Demon yanked on the grip, tightening the whip's handgrip and shattering the marble Angel, sending immense pieces of marble tumbling to the ground with the lantern now dark.

"holy man Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Archangel flying straight down towards him with his sword in bridge player. With a hollering of confidence, the Archangel brought down his sword with the weight of a 747, pulverizing the monster's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every construction in the four surrounding city blocks to simultaneously break loose into clouds of dust and twisted metal.

Off in the space, a deafening screech cut through the air, following several menacing crashes. Great pillars of smoking and dust were rising into the air as construction collapsed, due to the military force of the pits coming up from right beneath them. These were a new threat, keen skeletons that towered at over two hundred foot in summit. These dark-green bone behemoths were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of 100 of Sinners joining together into one entity, similar to how Demons are born.

However, their sizing and consistence were due to the fact that the hate of the individual intent that made them up was not purely concentrated. Unlike Demons, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ash tree, all the emotions and memory from the sinner were included, resulting in an high-flown creature that was not dumb enough in its evil to realize a compacted daimon dead body. However, while they were not quite as durable as daemon and they lacked the ability to use while, their full-sized Dark beat and colossal bodies allowed them to cause vast amounts of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful iniquity impulse, launching the dense smutty lasers into the urban center. The flack whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into monumental explosion that illuminated and shook the urban center and sent rubble flying in all directions.

Raffaello Sanzio zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his annex could persuade him, charging his power in preparation to put down the infernal execration. Spotting his approach, one of the Bleaks roared in fury and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the garden angelica but ripping away the roof of a improbable apartment construction and sending bricks and rick metal raining down into the street.

"Angel Art : ecclesiastic Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's side and delivering a muscular kick.

Upon liaison, the giant skeletal system's skull turned into a claymore mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"holy man Art : logic gate of Heaven !"he cast with his back turned to a Bleak charging a iniquity Pulse. The calamitous electron beam surged out from between the skeleton's jaws and was deflected by the favorable gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"angel Art : immortal Ray !"he called once the blast was ended, turning around and firing an equally powerful beam of holy energy at the skeleton and obliterating its skull.

The thirdly Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With little attempt, Raffaello Sanzio brought his steel down onto its wrist and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted jinx at Raphael while charging a darkness beat. Before the blow could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead beast's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and split its body in half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his sword was 50 feet long. Upon breaking through the renal pelvis, Raffaello Sanzio looked up as the rip office of the skeleton in the closet began to separate, detonating the half-charged iniquity Pulse and shattering the entire dead body in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering metropolis at Baltoh, who was working together with the Angelica Archangelica to fight down 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 million. All the Archangels were firing Divinity Rays into the Shirley Temple Black geyser of beasts while Baltoh was using both the Feather arrow and Claw Bullet spells, essentially turning his body into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the consequence of his spells, blood and butchered consistency component part fell like falls from the flood of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning torso that were incinerated by the span deity light beam of the Angelica Archangelica. Every second that passed by, decade of M are Gargoyles met their sick end, stifling the fateful geyser into a low-pressure fountain. But as herculean as the force play of Heaven were, the legions of sin outnumbered them in horrifying magnitudes, not just with Gargoyles and Sinners, but also with demon. Every few instant, one of the Angelica Archangelica would have got to impart and go aspect a Demon that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the ceiling of a nearby construction, Selene was battling someone Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all sides but her confidence in her newly acquired fighting acquisition were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claw barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in holy energy, and delivered her firm punch to the Gargoyle's font, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the puff of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its life with a lethal kick, slicing its head off its shoulder with the white aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and right side, giving her no prospect to present counterplay. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like toon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life story, but with her plume glowing with beatified power, she spun around with her wings broad expended and carved them all down like the blades of a helicopter.

Standing at the edge of the roof with a expectant gang of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, Selene didn't have a single drop of fear in her spirit and was barely out of hint. Even in the midst of conflict, she had a wide smile on her face from the physical exertion and the opinion of the sudor on her face. This fighting was resonating with her ; the true lifetime or death challenge and the chance to be pushed to her terminal point, it was practically euphoric. She could barely control her felicity at pressure she could sense and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, footling bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the animate being in half right down the midriff and sent the two part flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her number to take up. Stretching her offstage, she gave a mighty get-up-and-go against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Scheol beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the opportunity of a lifetime to start hacking and slashing at them as if her hands had been replaced by two machetes.

As she spun around like a ballerina and carved down the blacken creatures with her glowing extension, one of them managed to land five prominent baseball swing across her shoulder. While the bother stopped her momentum, the shivers it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"perfective, it's no fun without a little something to compensate for."She purred with pedigree trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its chela in zestfulness and then lashed out with its tail, trying to skewer her. She caught its tail and yanked on it with all her strength, pulling the brute off its feet and swinging it around like a behemoth flail. As she knocked down the circumvent Gargoyles like bowling pin tumbler, her offend arm ached from the strain, but the endorphin hurry it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the nuisance made Selene's nerve slipstream in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an up-and-coming one, like a hyperactive child desperate to get out of school and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail assembly finally snapped from the form, sending the tool hurtling off the edifice and taking away all of Selene's residual. She continued to spin out, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So dizzy she could barely think, Selene fell back into the munition of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a hanker candy kiss while the conflict around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to stop his photoflood of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attending !"Rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening refrain of shriek.

Baltoh chuckled and stood Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his hands together."holy person Art : Roaring swarm Of Heaven !"

Deep in the Gargoyle alluvion, a great eruption of tweed clouds surged outwards like a gas plosion, spinning in a dense maelstrom with holy energy crackling through the plica of vapor like lightning. The storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas swarm. The cloud lowered itself, forming a seal over the massive chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to put down New York.

"Good, now we can sharpen on former areas. Come on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosmarinus officinalis panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pale as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four wing were pointed downwards and his aureole was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of Hades and take up us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone bent on ! This is really going to sway the urban center !"He hollered. Hearing his monition, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the abysmal blast.

The neon beam exploded from his gloriole, shooting straight down like a colossal waterfall and snuffing out the cloud roadblock blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's figuring had been discipline in the loudness of the blast, as its diam was just shy of the diam of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with dose. The beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from inferno to try and get to New House of York, basically carving through their swarm like a jet of hot water supply through ice. several million Gargoyles were just killed by the fire alone.

The good time zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a flack that shook New York to the point in time of near city-wide wipeout, an explosion was set off in Hell, equal to more than ten m hydrogen bomb calorimeter. An ocean of ardor surged up in the space between New York and infernal region, engulfing every entity that had been trying to reach the city and killing them like worm under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their death bell to the range near ten finger's breadth. From every possible action carved into the city, a pillar of fire shot upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone come together by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their genial bearings and figure out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock absorber and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's pack maintenance of the survivor and then reanimate the terms,"he called out as his nimbus returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New House of York's hospital, tending to a bruise man who was struggling to abide alive with a torn windpipe and vena jugularis venous blood vessel. His hands were glowing with greenness zip, repairing the damaged faster than modern medicament ever could. To the sound of the author humming in the basement, doctors and nanny struggled to continue masses awake with dim inflammation and disappearance resourcefulness. Every hallway and way was stuffed with bed, the level was wet with blood from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only minor injuries would basically have to get by with it themselves or hope they could retrieve an Angel to help them. This was just one infirmary, and that was only counting the multitude who had actually been brought in. The city was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing quick fear basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the dying and injured cried out in pain and need of assistance, the checkup staff worked feverishly not to waste time or attention by asking the Angels motion while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doctor and nurse, there was one backer using his or her power to heal somebody, and the need to ask them about the afterlife or, the mystery of the creation, or even personal doubtfulness was overpowering. Here they were, the resolution to the enceinte questions on world, but just as they would afford their rima oris to verbalize, a cry of bother from their patient or a sudden spray of blood would drag their attention back to the subject at script, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angels had a similar nerves around Baltoh, though they were filled with more curiosity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the sterling threat to promised land, a berserker that had defeated Archangels as if they were zip. Even though he had never killed any of the force play of Heaven, his fiend one-half and his unstoppable intensity level in battle made him a panic, while his garden angelica one-half and his parkway to slay evil made him almost an perfection.

Once the wound in the man's neck closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby windowpane. Well over a c Angels were arriving to assist in the healing appendage, meaning that he could finally read a recess. Even after firing a fad blow to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three one hundred people, his vigor levels were still fairly high, but his head was weary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual living homo lose their lives in such horrific way of life and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his mind for a few minutes. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the loss with his hand over his face as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's representative said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous feeling on her face.

"Molly, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I spill to you about something, or is now a bad prison term ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the bulwark, hesitating before speaking."Normally I would talk to genus Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as meddlesome as you are. To be honest, I have no one else really to utter to. You're the only early non-human that I know, and I just don't think a keep somebody would sympathise me.

Oh god, this is so dullard. You already have so much to cover with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her lead."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your job don't matter and you don't want give anyone else the added burden. But we are friends and I want to aid you. I want to make you happy. Any weight you have to conduct, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smile on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her place beside him and looking down at the trading floor, taking a mystifying breath."The job is… I was too scare away to defend. I ran away when the battle started. Everyone else fought against those monstrosity, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitancy, but when I thought back to what those fiend did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the inaugural berth, I don't even know how I even went to Heaven."

"Molly, there is nothing damage with being scared, especially for person in your position. If Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it cockeyed to just anticipate you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those bastards did to you… you have nix to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this passel in the low gear place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock chamber of her golden hair, and as his finger grazed her cheek, she burst into tears and sat down on the storey, wrapped in her wings. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to think of something to say, something to spend a penny her feel better, but he had no experience in which to draw on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every metre I close my eyes, I see all the devil standing over me, laughing. Every clock time my creative thinker 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 impertinence, ending her gasps.

In the corner of the roof, Rosemary landed while cloaked to be insensible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get sweep up up in the catastrophe of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a encounter going on, but now, she didn't want to cut off. With a look of warm pride on her brass, she stood back to let Baltoh help Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're dead now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old human being eubstance, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to carry. Your body is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The exclusively traces of your pain lie in your own computer memory. All you have to do is look forward to the future and bury the past like your old eubstance. What happened to you happened, we can't change that, but you can fare to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an Angel, and you have the greatest probability in the earth to switch everything and offset from scratch."

Molly gained a minor smile of public security on her boldness as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her heart swell as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the clip you need, do whatever you need to do to be at repose. 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 time in the creation to sort thing out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love Selene, but you and I share a adherence as well."

Molly was understood, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his mitt and lifted her chin, looking into her blue eyes and trying to get her to mouth."What is it ? William Tell me."

"There is one affair that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me feel better. have love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her reaction and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure as shooting ? Oh all things, you want that after what happened to you ?"

"What they did to me was an act of cruelty, I want an act of kindness. Please, I just want to be taken care of. I want to blank out everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful aspiration,"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.

Rosemary's jaw dropped as she watched their tongues dance and their hands run across each other's dead body. Baltoh was conciliate at first, waiting to feel Molly's rousing accomplish its peak before showing any kind of aggressiveness. When he was sure that her luxuria 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 body quiver and her breathing quick and shoal. This was the first clip she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

Picking Molly up and holding her against the rampart, Baltoh continued to kiss her neck and clavicle, while she purred in felicity from the feeling of his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his hoodlum back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long natural language between molly's lip, licking the inside of her oral fissure while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his backside and carefully cut the lacy shoulder strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely prat, he used his former mitt to rend down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. mollie's ventilation was heavy as the fresh air kissed her bosom, followed by Baltoh. Running his lip across the plump lenient balloons, he stimulated every face with artistic skill, bringing her to her level best stratum of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on Molly's mammilla and forget them wet and erect, she listened to molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her consistency. Watching the two of them made her chest tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to Molly and seeing the look of euphoria on her fount was sending riffle of warmth through her body from between her leg. No matter how heavily she tried to fight it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her white meat were nothing compared to the squishy bowling testicle that stood out on mollie's chest.

"Baltoh, tell me you love me,"molly whispered as he cut away her clothes, exposing her wet panties. 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 discover it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."mollie, I love you."

All of the get-up-and-go he had burned with just a secondment before became calm, as he leaned forward and gave her a retentive kiss, gruntle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her breath thick with internal secretion and her wooden leg wrapped tightly around his waist.

He cut away her scanty, revealing her quiet wet slit, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pants with one mitt, Baltoh pulled out his cock, which was already fully erect and trembling with his beat. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to kiss her and grinded the dick against her awaiting pussy, driving her wilderness with anticipation. Without him even inserting the head teacher, he had molly giving mild moan of bliss as his muscular tool rubbed against her soft delicate brim. It felt so hot and potent that she was almost at the pointedness 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 feelings and desires for him, but also out of the mere rarity of whether he had the endowment of a fiend 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 dear life while his cock 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 feel you,"she murmured with her face buried in the slope of his neck.

Holding her up even in high spirits, Baltoh positioned his cock against the circularise brim of her kitty-cat. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual seventh heaven. Working his pecker into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt molly's interior open up and widen to have him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of delight that jumped in volume each second. In the desktop, rosemary was watching them with her heart wide and her external respiration heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to experience what she was.

Feeling her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a stop and pressed himself against Molly, holding her against the wall with his eubstance. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the wall with their fingers intertwined above their mind. With molly's hands bedspread and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his claw into the bulwark, giving him a handhold for when he would submit his usual rhythm. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her wooden leg around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one heavy push, Baltoh forced his entire pecker into her virgin snatch, rupturing her hymen like a grape under a sledgehammer and making mollie groan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. Rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly groan like an opera house singer, wishing that she could palpate the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his cock out of her, revealing the line of descent of her hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in farsighted, deep thrust. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and fastness of his penetration, while holding onto the wall with his claws. Her breast bouncing with each powerful thrust, mollie gave a continuous groan of sexual ecstasy as Baltoh pummeled her insides with his muscular organ, growing in speeding in swiftness every moment. In LE than a minute, he was fucking her like a machine with her body pinned against the wall and her digit wrapped around his as he worked to prevent his powerful pace. Her breasts were jiggling nonstop and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to draw the spirit of her body being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's hefty humanness.

In the setting, Rosemary was flushed with the overwhelming desire to contact herself, her skin crawling and itching as if she were covered in bug sharpness. Listening to molly begging for Baltoh to lie with her harder, dissolute, and deeper was driving her wild with lust and envy, but no matter how bang-up the desire became, she refused to pander in the extraordinary desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to keep from committing the act of self-gratification. But no affair how knockout she tried, she could not look away from the sensual passionate scene.

"Baltoh, I think I'm going to cum,"Molly whined after five minutes.

Deciding that there was no reason to draw out it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of willpower and increased his speed and mogul, fucking her as concentrated and flying as physically possible, making molly cry out in felicity as his cock plunged deep into her diffused warm pussy, slamming into every raw berth and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his orgasm just a few seconds before Molly did, but with a jet of come spraying her insides with what felt like the pressure of a fire hose, she honestly couldn't William Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His cum filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the pressure of the overflow, heightening her own orgasm and rocking her world as she screamed in jubilation and squeezed Baltoh's script as tightly as she could.

"OH BALTOH !"she hollered as her whole dead body shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing intemperate, Baltoh pulled out of Molly and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her wooden leg were shaking, she was ineffective to brook. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her head from side to side and mat her foreplay dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming impalpable, she passed through the roof of the hospital into the top floor and then made her way through the building to the staircase leading back up. She had to seem like she had just gotten there or they would mistrust her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep breather to calm her spunk, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the roof. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the vision before her. Molly was on her articulatio genus, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable skill, draining every death drop-off of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his second orgasm and Molly leaned her capitulum back with her mouth open, letting semen spray her face and occupy her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, rosemary was unable to abnegate that Baltoh's manhood was beyond telling, but with a scowl, she let go of the room access and allowed it to close, creating a tawdry smash that made Baltoh and mollie jump in surprise.

"There is a merging about to happen in City dorm, come me,"she said dryly before opening the door and walking back inside.

As Baltoh refastened his pants, Molly stood up and kissed him lovingly on the buttock."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a humble grin and leaned forward, kissing the one spot on her case that wasn't coated in cum."Of path, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosmarinus officinalis and stepped into the dark staircase where she was waiting. Not even bothering to waitress for him to close up the room access, she turned around and began walking down the stair, stomping loudly as her irritation leaked out.

"If they're all in metropolis G. Stanley Hall, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"Rosmarinus officinalis said before turning around and smacking him across the expression as hard as she could. The blow didn't send Baltoh back a single step, but he clutched his nerve and growled.

"What the infernal region was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be base, but never cruel. I thought you were in love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just wander on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; mollie is piece of our human relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a threesome with her friend. We had just had one on the nighttime Selene was captured and Molly was killed. Including mollie was all Selene's idea. She is now part of the group. I did nothing wrong."

While his words crushed rosemary's accusation, 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 storm off, Baltoh grabbed her script and spun her binding around."If you're going to be angry with me, then at least have the guts to say the reason. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosmarinus officinalis looked away from him as a tear ran down her face."You were supposed to love me ! I knew you first, I knew you the retentive, and I knew you better than anyone ! If you were supposed to shine in sexual love with someone, it should possess been me ! Instead you just mounted the low human you saw and started fucking any piece of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so slowly for you to be intimate with individual, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the same person you met in hell on earth twenty-three years ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that tinker's dam, zilch in Inferno ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and slammed her against the wall, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three years ago, that was 23 years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. things change rosemary, things always change, including masses, and while you may not trust it, you're the reason why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her optic."It's not fair. If you changed so much, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the wall with their fingers intertwined and his nipper digging into the concrete, letting him hold on while he had his torso pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their knickers. Even while covered, it felt so strong and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his shank with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the like position that he had been in with Molly just a few instant ago.

"Yes,"Rosemary said softly with her optic closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to bolt open as their sass joined and separated and their tongues danced. rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his clothed turncock between her legs, with her panties becoming moister and moister.

"Is this what you wanted ?"he whispered again.

"Yes."

Instead of kissing her and continuing, Baltoh lowered her to the floor."Then in time, perhaps you shall have it. Things are changing, rosemary, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my truce with Eden won't last too long after this all ends and the ancestry of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to nibble a side, just do sure that it is the correct one."

He stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting in the stairwell, struggling to think properly while her hormonal thrill refused to die down.



"That attack definitely bought us some time. Even in Hell, it will pack a patch for decent troop to be found to march on us again,"Raffaello Sanzio said. Again, the leaders of the justificatory effect were all standing in the mayor's place, planning their succeeding move. genus Selene was there but Rosemary was late to arrive.

"But at what cost. Baltoh, do you have any idea how often scathe you may make just inflicted to hellhole ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just crack in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. Forget a hollow between dimensions, that dimension would destroy itself and draw the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the power usage low. That blast caused a lot less death than you think, as about of the energy was expelled through the upwards outburst of the explosion."

"How are the hoi polloi of the metropolis ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his middle bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a hundred thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with backer flooding the urban center, there were just too many enemy forces to keep the human race prophylactic. And that's not even counting the number of Angel Falls we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't imagine any of the occupier of this urban center surviving this war. almost potential, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the gutter will be overflowing with parentage,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"Have you guys figured out how to overturn all this yet ?"the city manager asked impatiently.

"We have our best minds in heaven running simulation after model and studying this anomaly from every angle,"Raffaello Sanzio sighed."However, it is not nearly as simple as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating people between their appearing. We've found signs of symbolic representation scribbled across the urban center in human blood, and I don't just mean at the web site where those Hell abysm were summoned. This urban center is literally blanketed with symbol. As you can suppose, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the Hell does all this mean ? !"the boss of police yelled, already on edge from the battle, the deaths, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the ritual they used was much more composite than just six summons and human electronegativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the information in the Library of Congress out of binary code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the exact succession of symbols required, but it's tenacious than your DNA and finding even most of them and what Order they went in is inconceivable. We're basically trying to figure out the design of a castle after finding just half a brick wall. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should tell you what kind of slack we're dealing with. If we were to try and make a reversing recipe from scratch, it would carry thousands, if not tens of thousands of years…"

"Which the demons have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of underworld,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the situation is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in Eden just draw out the correct sequence at random like a bunch of monkeys on typewriters printing out the works of William Shakspere, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this ritual,"Michael swore with his tone as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to serve us ?"the city manager asked.

The room was silent.

"Maker stopped caring about the leaving on of the humans a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Scheol ?"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 continue ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just smell out us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The unfeigned deuce. I'm sure you think that the Devil is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen Archangel Phosphorus. That is wrong. Satan and Phosphorus are princes of inferno. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of darkness ? well Tenebrous is the king, the foremost demonic entity born through neither man coalescence or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a deep breath."No, his exponent are worlds apart from mine. I can't even vote out the Hell Princes. I'm a herculean fighter and I can cause planetary desolation. However, Tenebrous is a dead on target god and his business leader lie on a general scale leaf. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each meter, I escape by the hide of my tooth. Every sentence I've come to Earth, it was to escape Tenebrous or the Hell Princes that were on my tail."
"So we're right back where we started : facing the end of the world and with no way to stop or overturn it,"said Rosemary.

Everyone was tacit and time slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his Kuki-Chin resting on his camp out fingers, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the Angelica Archangelica with an especially anxious face on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to annul the operation. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"sacrilege ! Speaking such give-and-take is profanation !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the musical phrase in Hellscript, speaking in an abnormally deep interpreter and making everyone in the room cringe from the sliminess of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"genus Selene asked with a very serious tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hell by heathen philosophers, one that insults everything we stand for !"Michael boomed.

"It is only insulting to a small idea like yours, one that has not lived for as hanker as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the political machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never work the secret plan of their stories through the abrupt hindrance of a god. Machina refers to the cranes used in plays to lower the actors playing these gods dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet exchangeable meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Creator in Heaven that created this universe and Hell, but Heaven and perdition splitting off from this macrocosm upon its birth, in which you humans bid the"Big blast ”. Basically, if Heaven and Hell are opposite weights on a scale, then this universe is the scale itself. In this idea, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ grey-headed ’, or essentially the combining of wickedness and light.

The second part of the melodic theme of Deus Ex Machina is that Jahvey and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one spot were lesser beings, no nifty than you or I. The opinion is that there are three can, each serving as the licking heart and matrix of a realm. Whether these are real thrones or emblematic unity, nobody is trusted. But they say that whoever is able to get hold of a throne becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the potty of Hell, Jehovah occupies the crapper of Eden, and the Throne of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this case, ‘ god out of the machine'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can film restraint of the toilet of Cinereo, then we can reverse all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a Throne becomes a god, those are the prescript. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our English is our better bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean value we're friends so you don't get to attract these practical jokes !"Michael barked.

"The solely grounds why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, spirit originated in this cosmos instead of being created by God, meaning that phylogenesis is lawful and you and your confrere Angelica Archangelica were created after the reaching of humans, being created by God, who was inspired by the excogitation of humans on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heresy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the other paw had her frown focused instead on Michael.

"time lag on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much detail or information. The explanation I received was aught like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't thing what version you heard, every adaptation is wrongfulness. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the contumely to everything we believe and travel along ? The vilification to the truth of the world ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and follow ? Think about it, Maker hasn't once explained the truth to any of us, none of us. He hasn't even spoken to us for over a thousand years. We're his Angelica Archangelica, his messengers, and yet I can't call up the last metre I saw him or heard him. We know goose egg about Almighty, only what we have told each former. And here he is, the oldest and secure of us, the only Demon-Archangel hybrid to ever be, the greatest anomaly in the macrocosm, and he knows the origin of the universe with More lucidity than we do !"

Michael stood secretive to her, their faces in apart."He is NOT one of us."

"You're right, I'm not one of you."Baltoh said dryly, drawing back the Archangels'attention."I'm better. Now you listen to me, you're going to severalize half Angels and garden angelica in nirvana to stop their impossible foreign mission to retrieve a reversing spell and instead tell them to start up looking for the can of Cinereo."

"Are you ordering me ?"Michael snarled, stepping over to Baltoh.

"No, I'm threatening. Because if you don't do as I say, the next metre I fire one of my flack down into netherworld, it will be at full power. I don't care if it inadvertently destroys Hell and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable selection. Find the Throne or gas up Hell, it's your call."Baltoh said with a trench rumbling voice.

"Damn it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my city !"the mayor shouted.

"amercement, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant prick,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are factual commode or if it's a symbolical name. How can we rule something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to refer that looking for it means searching the full universe,"Raffaello Santi added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophic point of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our lustrous mind on it. At least we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flare of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nix we can do now but wait,"Baltoh finished before turning around and leaving with Selene trailing after him.





Chapter 9



As the middle of the Night approached ( though there was no way to tell clip in the subterranean metropolis ) 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 puss against his legs like a duad of dolphin scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering pecker, all while the triple were all kissing each other with their clapper forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thighs, he was rubbing their round asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were incognizant of Rosmarinus officinalis standing in the corner, completely undetectable to all sens. 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 mixed bag of different emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the animal terpsichore while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being sexual with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throes of intimacy with his lover and blonde concubine at the Saami clip, Rosemary felt bitter rancour and ire towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that choler turned to begrudge, enviousness of Selene and Molly for being able-bodied to feature him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very strange curiosity welling up inside her as she watched Molly and genus Selene, specifically the way they treated each early in this complicated dear trigon. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital roof, but now it was clearly patent. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's spunk belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very amaze. The results were a jumble knot of mixer dynamic that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to study it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new mintage.

Watching the two woman kiss each early with Baltoh's spit between their balmy wet backtalk and their hands gently stroke and tickle each other's au naturel consistency, rosemary could finger potent lust and desire burning at the stake within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a certain sissiness, a certain sweetly utter erotism to the touching between the two women, a unique geniality that did not be between a man and a women. This unusual soldering was so tantalizing that rosemary desperately wished she could discover it to herself, just to receive a definition for it.

In her life, the alone sexual thoughts she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pridefulness as an Archangel. But now, lustfulness and sexual hungriness were flooding her body like a descent transfusion, stirring her thoughts into different illusion, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong notion for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the course of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, sleep together me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the plaza of her pectus while molly pouted that Selene got the start turn.

molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his pecker into her glistening puss. She gave a soft whimper of pleasure as it entered her, filling every nook and fissure of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her chest heaving and her tit jiggling like body of water balloons, Selene began bouncing on his putz like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her stretched kitty with her manus after licking her fingers. While Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down prostrate and molly began riding his face, whining from the intense sensations of his tongue flicking her sopping wet pussy while she ran her natural language across genus Selene's swinging tit.

In the recession, Rosmarinus officinalis's breathing was heavy as she watched them. With her optic running up Selene's and Molly's beautiful bodies, slightly glistening from a reduce film of perspiration, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet pussy mouth hungrily sucking Baltoh's prick while her unruffled thighs clapped against his, Rosmarinus officinalis felt like her totally body was being tickled. Her hide longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her mitt against her own naked body for the initiative real meter in her life. Even while inaudible, unseeable, and intangible, she was afraid to move for concern of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew masturbation was a sin just made that desire so a great deal stronger. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her brim, and she had her arms tightly pressed against her face, rubbing her fingers against her thigh, wishing that she could rip away her baggy bloomers and touch herself.

Back on the bed, Molly's coos were turning into aloud whimper as Baltoh's dogged tongue brought her finisher and closer to her first climax as an Angel Falls. He was gorging himself on her delectable pussy, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the delectable taste and feeling of mollie's burden. Desperate for encourage stimulation, the blond beauty shifted her weighting, using one helping hand to squeeze her immense dope almost brutally and finger her soused asshole with the other. Her whimper grew in volume and she stopped licking Selene's bouncing pap, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her admirer's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first orgasm, she worked her middle finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her trunk from the strange sensation. Finally, she pulled her fingerbreadth 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 saliva as lubricator in her asshole. Once she had it covered in another wet stratum, 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 blowjob and savoring the nonexistent flavor, all while Molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, Molly gave a particularly forte high-pitched moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her insides with exultant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her altogether body shakiness, Molly moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how a good deal that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't concern, I'm ready for Sir Thomas More,"she replied, taking Selene's place.

As molly set herself to accept Baltoh's powerful erection, Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around Molly's naked eubstance, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck opening. Rosmarinus officinalis licked her brim with her oral fissure dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by mortal, specifically, one of the three before her. Her organic structure ached to feel the naked body of Selene or mollie pressed against her own, to feel one of them kissing her skin in that Same sexual loving way and to find that Lapp sweetness.

molly finally managed to work the head of Baltoh's turncock into the entry of her body and gave a loud call gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stint to aim in the Mass. Selene tightened her clutch on her lesbian lover with her hand between mollie's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt molly's pelvic region bulge as Baltoh's stopcock stuffed her to the point of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the insight, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her whole eubstance was trembling as she tried to get reacquainted with Baltoh's member inside of her and she was giving a diffuse whimper with each front she made. After ten second gear, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's heavily prick, quivering with each trice and glistening with her vaginal succus. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waistline to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her stiff rhythm, springing on his cock while crying out in ecstasy every clock time the head punched the deepest corner of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up speed, she relied to a greater extent and more on Baltoh's powerful fanny to pump her up and down as if she were a piston while the sound of her thigh clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her screams of joy. Behind her, Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two fan were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the nook, rosemary was staring in awe at Molly's heaving body, her titty jumping like two durable H2O balloons attached to the handles of a pogo pin. Even without luminousness on, Molly's body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every muscleman under her pelt to display itself with each jubilant microseism. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's turncock and was fucked like a blow-up chick, rosemary was filled with so lots luxuria that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her tongue along this alien's trunk as if she were a giant lollipop.

The auditory sensation of Molly's thighs clapping against Baltoh's and her moans of sexual happiness was comparable euphony to Rosmarinus officinalis's ear, her vibrant organic structure looked downright luscious, the odor of her pussy juice was like essence, and just the sight of the three sexual spouse was captivating. All these component were driving rosemary up the wall and she could no longer contain herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her breasts tentatively with one hand and working her fingers in her panties with the other. This was the initiatory clip she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her digit sent shivers of seventh heaven through her quiver body.

Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly looked up from her own body as Molly released a shake up scream of happiness from her climax. She collapsed at the foot of the bed, rubbing her gaping pussy and then licking her fingers.

"Don't point, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her legs and pulling the house cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to genus Selene with a smile."Well pet, what do you think ? Would you be willing to be a little more patient ?"

She gained the Saame tender grin and cupped his cheek."Oh course, baby. You know I love to watch."

Baltoh pressed his lips against hers and then moved over to molly. Leaning down, he began kissing her legato inner second joint before running his lips against her sweet peach ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's backtalk against her politic sultry rear, Molly purred and stretched like a cat, all while genus Selene laid back and touched herself and Rosemary watched from the corner and did the Sami. mollie finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh lick his brim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's face buried in her ass and his tongue and mouth working her like a neck opening massager, mollie cooed and shook from the pleasure 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 molly being pleasured. Rosmarinus officinalis was in the same position, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup knocker exposed as she rubbed her soft peel, wishing that Baltoh would lap up her in such a way, but also becoming more and more covetous of Baltoh for being able to solve Molly.

After exploring the depth of her asshole with his long pitchfork knife, Baltoh finally moved up, running kisses up her spinal column and shoulders. After kissing her cervix and capitulum, he sat up and grasped his cock, rubbing it between her brass.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'rosemary thought in disbelief.

molly again spread her ass impudence as Baltoh pressed the head against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside Molly and spat between her ass impertinence, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his penis into her, making Molly squawk as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, Molly's SOB instantly loosened and opened upon the insight, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open air, Baltoh plunged his shaft into her arsehole, making Molly belly laugh like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and awkward feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his intact cock in Molly's anus, wondering how the blonde mantrap could possibly be moaning in ecstasy with her anus stretched nearly to the point of tearing.

With farsighted, slow strokes, Baltoh began to lie with mollie's ass with great science, 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 speed, driving down into her consistence like an automatic pistol hammer. Molly's moan became a ceaseless high-pitched thigh-slapper as the amount of joy flooding her dead body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless fingerbreadth brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosemary was now completely naked and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging hawkshaw, but watching and hearing mollie was turning that disgust into knock-down invidia, envy so great that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

Rosmarinus officinalis's body was unlike from Selene and Molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned maturity, but she had to a greater extent of an adolescent looking at. As an Archangel not created by God, her body was the upshot of a declamatory group of Angels fusing together into a single spirit, ending up with a fig dictated by the absolute majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite youth. But while her dead body wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the Lapp age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thigh were glistening with the clear fluid that her foreplay was drawing forth as the preview of a very wet orgasm.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making molly chip in a particularly loud riot. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his speed. His unscathed body could barely be discerned as anything other than a giant blur as he fucked her like a machine. The bed was creaking and rocking to the distributor point where it was at risk of falling apart and molly's anus was being pummeled so hard and so deeply that only someone with an Angel's survival and toughness could keep from getting ripped afford like a tomato and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so hard !"she screamed with the mass of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her twat became soaked with a fresh stratum of fluid, fucking her through her orgasm. Finally, after almost a minute-long climax, mollie's torso became steady and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her prick gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to catch his breath. With Baltoh's cock still standing at wide tending, Selene crawled over to him with a coy smile and took it in her lip, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her admirer as if were butter on a corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an holy person, but still…'Rosemary pondered in one part of her mind while the rest of her mind wished she could try it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, genus Selene got on top of Baltoh with her invertebrate foot on his bent knees and her helping hand on his articulatio humeri. With his paw on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his putz, working it into her anus. With the forte and talent of a cavalry, Baltoh stab upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its point of accumulation and making Selene have a thick groan. Baltoh waited for a few seconds, making indisputable that his position was castigate before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the head of his hammer, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his usual fast-paced rhythm, Molly held her head between his pegleg and licked Selene's snatch, giving Selene a secernate thrill of pleasure. Watching Selene, never before had Rosemary felt so much 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 several proceedings, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's whoreson and into her pussy. Being an Angel, disease and infection was impossible for Selene, and even if it was, her whoreson was as strip as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely have no reverberation for her. All three women knew this, but the uncleanness of the act all made their warmheartedness skip a musical rhythm, before the realization hit them and their seismic disturbance turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysterical grinning on her expression as Baltoh drove up into her slit various time, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her motherfucker, all in bingle fluid effort and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both orifices with a frothy variety of each other's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's asshole, molly would be licking her pussycat, and when he fucked genus Selene's whoreson, Molly would bat the appearing and disappearing jibe of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to relinquish the attitude from the immense amount of Energy and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, mollie greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of Selene's ass and pussy on his cock. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his knees and moved back up to Selene, who was on all fours with a coy smiling. With Molly manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swollen rim of her snatch.

Without hesitancy, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer rhythm, instantly turning genus Selene into a overstrung crash with her back talk hanging undefended as she gave a low moan of unparalleled happiness. For the first few instant, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the interior of his mouth while he licked hers in a long passionate kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more stimulation and moved in front of Selene, lying on her cover with her legs bedcover and her rosy lips curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her bridge player onto her elbows, genus Selene excitedly buried her brass in Molly's pussy, licking her velvet mouth with her hanker silklike black hair confused across her friend's belly. Molly's usual cheap groan were replaced with a mild hum as she gently moved her hands against her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while she let her body rest.

In her corner, Rosemary was chewing on her fuzz like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The waves of heat and mind-jarring tremors pulsing through her body with unfathomable speeding were making it difficult to support, let alone keep back from hollering like an opera singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a exonerate liquidness sprayed from her pussy as if it was a weewee gun as she achieved a distaff interjection. Soaking the floor beneath her foot and covering her quiet legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the besotted lips.

After soaking Baltoh's cock with her orgasmic juices, genus Selene moved to the side to recuperate from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste a second in grabbing molly and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the other up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle joint and animal foot as he started fucking her cunt for almost ten minutes. Having caught her hint, Selene swung her leg over mollie and sat on her face, letting Molly glut herself on her unloosen, tender kidnapping 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 berth for another ten transactions with Rosemary continuing to watch them and stir herself. The position was broken only briefly so that Molly could straighten herself and twine her legs around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his cock into her bunghole. Selene too pitch positioning, sitting on her heel and grinding her smooth jet black ass cheeks against Molly's face, purring at the tone of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the dark, with Baltoh switching back and Forth River between the two women. Collective hours were spent with his putz in different arsehole, kitty-cat, and mouths, with much the metre spent with a charwoman's tongue in his throat or his tongue in one of their bodies.

"Ladies, I've just about reached my limit,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her friend's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, genus Selene pressed her cheek against molly's, both women sticking out their tongues with their mouths wide of the mark open.

Baltoh gripped his cock and began stroking it like a madman, finally allowing the mental and strong-arm barrier he had set up in his body to tumble down and let everything flow. With his eyes rolling back into his head, he released a slurred gooey jet of his come into the two woman's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouthpiece. After swallowing, the two char sat up and began licking each former's faces like a duo of cats, cleaning each other from the spermatozoan while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole eubstance feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two women had licked up every free fall of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful smile. His panting having slowed and his body as limber as a rubber isthmus, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four annexe, wrapping them around Selene and mollie like blankets.

"Damn, that was nice,"Selene purred with her face pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfective tense,"mollie tiredly whispered with her face pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a easy laugh as the three sex partners closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other English of the room, Rosemary was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, Selene, and Molly make sex, masturbate to the sight, and feel intimate attraction to the two women. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the essence of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so short of time. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."genus Selene, rosemary just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to fall asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the whole time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in shock."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you have intercourse ? I didn't sense her !"

"Her stress on her concealing piece briefly wavered every prison term she had an coming. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smile.

Selene gained a coy look on her nerve."Well then, how about we invite her to our next seance ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand 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 portion 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 make water each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the future battle, when all the Angels are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"invite"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both silent, just staring into each former's eyes."You know that I love you, right ? You know that you are the only woman that I truly deprivation to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these little sex political party. I see that they make you happy, and they certainly make me well-chosen. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that someone is going to get jealous and their smell will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the love we plowshare. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to perplex things. molly loves you and Rosmarinus officinalis loves me. I just want to make certainly we don't end up crossing a product 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 recede my big businessman and be cast back into underworld to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smiling then gained a loving fondness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worry like dust against a heather."You will never lose me. My trunk, nous, and soul, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No matter what happens or how complicated affair become, all that we need is to have intercourse each other, because that making love will obligate us together forever,"she murmured, placing her deal on his impudence.

"I love you, Selene. You are the only being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the only one who can enjoin me what to do, the lonesome one who I will always accompany. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their aliveness in others script like a leash if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to veil his or her lead, to continue from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my leash to you, because you will forever give my passion and my loyalty. You are the only one that can cause this creature retract his hook,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Saami thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and screw you. I would do anything in this cosmos for you, anything take on leave you. I lost my spirit because I refused to will you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an backer, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to slumber,"mollie tiredly mumbled with her eyes closed.

"Said the girl that is curled up raw against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL ROOM,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a pocket-size joke and then closed their optic, drifting to sleep.



A blinding Light Within woke Baltoh up in the middle of the dark, shining in through the windowpane with the vividness of a degree Light Within. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony windowpane. The stone shaft around the urban center had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten sway, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The city had literally burned through the land's crust and was passing through the curtain. The alone thing that kept New York from being instantly burned to a chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical universe of discourse of Cinereo.

"clip is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his head back down on the pillow.



With genus Selene and molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embrace, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a swan blast struck the hotel elbow room balcony and sent rubble and broken glassful flying through the air. Outside, a battle had just started and the forces of Hell were once again advancing on New York.

"daughter, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his tail. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is time to fight once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angels flew out of the demolish hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, Archangels and Demons were zooming between the buildings while their blades and spells clashed, monumental torrents of Gargoyles were bursting out of the footing like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and Sinners were marching through the city, battling the residents of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest deluge of Gargoyles with Selene and Molly following him.

"Angel Art : extension of the Crusader ! Demon Art : brand of Darkness !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximum length.

Extending almost ten metrical unit, two tempered air of White River igniter radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like Little Phoebe of obscure energy stretched from his Demon fender. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his power wing, he sliced the force out of Hell to bit as if they were composition of meat dropped into a food processor. Misty swarm of lineage sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body contribution blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The phone of gunfire pulled Selene and Molly's attending 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 human foot. With how the fomite was able to shatter the underframe of the evildoer and rip apart the Gargoyles like pieces of fruit, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the heater being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forcefulness that filled the street, glass rained down from the berth building to their right as evildoer leapt from the window, howling curses with their rusty swords in hand.

"mollie, try and hold back them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"leave-taking it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her nitty-gritty, having developed a natural phylogenetic relation for fight, just like Selene.

Pointing her paw at the raining skeletal system, Molly launched the only long-range flak of the Angels : a narrow god Ray, just like how Gargoyles could plunge miniature dark heart rate. The blast whiplashed across the building, not potent enough to slice up it in half like a full-sized divinity fudge Ray, but packing More than enough strength to obliterate the Sinners.

With break off and blacken ivory falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to shore on and around the van, Selene took drastic action. Standing on the roof of the vehicle, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her fender extended, almost making the van expression like a helicopter with its rotor spinning. Any skeleton that tried to land on the van instead collided with genus Selene's wings, which were glowing with holy get-up-and-go. On middleman, the skeletons were shattered like crank vas and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their hit man at the Gargoyles and sinner that were chasing the van like lions after an elephant. Blessed by holy man, their bullets were more than than affective against the dark legions, shattering the sinner'skeletons and blasting gory holes straight through the Gargoyles like deer slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, molly landed on the roof of a city bus which had an upcountry caked with rake and aimed her men at the swarm of Sinners and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a boom of fierceness, she launched two beams of golden DOE from her palm, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the dark forces. With each she one cut down, five to a greater extent would take on its place, drawn by the flutter of battle. But no matter how many showed up, she refused to allow her supplying of zip to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her death, it was not 100 % true. The thrill of battle and good deal of the Gargoyles and Sinners were bringing back memories of the painful sensation and humiliation she suffered at the custody of the Demons. That botheration was turning into rage and purpose, and the steely resolve to retaliate her own death and fight back against the unholy spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flare of a remembering from her death made her blood burn in her vein like liquified metal and caused angry tear to teem down her face, but it also caused the Gemini beams of light shooting from her paw to increase in size of it and power, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her turnout, making the ground shake and the windowpane of the bus shatter into pieces. The shaft of light of light obliterated the sinner and Demons, finally allowing the rider in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yankee sports stadium, that's where everyone is being guarded,"Selene said to the driver as the van came to a momentary stop.

Once the van left, Selene flew over to Molly, who was wiping away her tears."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a lock of Molly's gilt hair.

"Yeah, combat is just helping me get over some issues,"she replied, taking a deep intimation. With a tender grin, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut abruptly as the building behind them exploded into a tidal wafture of junk from a Bleak clawing its way up from Hell and into New York. Selene and Molly quickly raised their hands and each fired a irradiation of holy Energy at the immorality conglomerate, managing to singe its body but only inflicting as much scathe as a pair of magnifying eyeglasses on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the optical maser, causing two specialize pillars of locoweed to rise up from its hand. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed Selene and mollie and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the painfulness of the vice-like strength of the Bleak's skeletal hand, Selene and mollie both aimed their hands at the wight's face and fired a beam of light into its center, blinding the creature and causing smoking to stream forth from its eye sockets. The savage reared back and howled in agony, tightening its traction on Selene and mollie to the point where they both coughed up blood. With its visual sense blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a wickedness Pulse.

A klick away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their powers enhanced by eating human being chassis and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his devotee and his friend in the hands of the Bleak.

"genus Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the devil managed a favourable snap and plunged her bone katana into his chest and pierced his warmness.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the pep pill portion of its case and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to ride out alive and on its feet, allowing Selene and Molly to slip unloose of its hold. 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 impuissance, even while bleeding profusely.

Breaking 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 pectus with his claws and ripping out bloody comic strip of her heart and left lung. The Demon vomited ancestry and tried to draw another katana from the dorsum of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this meter striking just above the heart and tearing out all the major arteries, as well as a dower of her spinal column.

The other four Demons attacked at once with their weapon burning with black flames to inflict more damage. Materializing his steel, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe work stoppage of the minute Demon, used his rightfield wings to stuff the skull-headed malleus impact of the tertiary Demon, used his left wings to forget the serrated jousting shaft of the fourth demon, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth Demon, who was wielding a giant cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the pounding breaking the pearl in his right on wings and the lance piercing his pass on wings, but he was able to detour the attacks of the second and 5th and his wound from the premature altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the secondly daemon with his tail and the third and quartern with his sword, carving all three in one-half. He looked down, about to slay 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 accidental injury with a nameless healing power. The devil raised his cleaver sword above his forefront and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"Damn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not offend them !"rosemary shouted, appearing next to Selene and molly with her helping hand aimed at the oncoming Demon."Angel Art : Spear Of luck !"

From her decoration, a favourable voulge blade shot forth, made solely of light and as turgid as a car, but also being as thin as paper and moving as fast as lightning. The jumbo spear completely slipped through the demon's signified of spotting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The blade struck the Demon head on, slicing it in half right down the middle. With the savage defeated, Rosemary turned to Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each other and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to take care decently at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral vision.

"Don't worry, as long as you're observation over us, we're fine,"genus Selene said with a lazy grin.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes widened in shock and she glanced at Selene. Did she eff ? !"Uh, beneficial. Once you're healed, you are to return to fighting. This conflict isn't over yet,"Rosmarinus officinalis ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an put forward smiling. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosmarinus officinalis kneeled before the giant rood in one of the churches of New York City. The engagement was over, and as common, every Christian church in the metropolis was packed with people, praying for God to preserve them or mourning over those who had lost their liveliness in the fighting. The room was red from the Light of the Hellfire fence around the city overtaking through the windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to make the Christian church seem like the scene of a brute massacre by devil. Mixed in with the speech sound of non-Christian priest's dry dull and do-or-die voice were the relentless sob and sniffs 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 implore in seclusion, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to hallow them or their fellowship, ask why God was not putting a stop to this, or to give thanks her for what she was doing. She did not need to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every destruction that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Angelica Archangelica that wasn't interfering healing the wounded and repairing the destroyed city had taken a interchangeable var. of solitude.

This time, she was praying for clarity for the touch she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for garden angelica to be in quixotic relationships, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two women. She was disgusted with herself for these powerful sexual demand and desires, but the taboo of it only made them solid and more arousing.

butt her, the priest continued his preaching."…And so we must never misplace faith in the master, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must preserve to contend and continue to pray, so that we may render our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doors swung open, causing everyone standing around them to go more tightly packed. In tread Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the door. Word had spread throughout the city of this mysterious soma, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, daemon, and evildoer that were rising up from infernal region and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The only information that could be gleaned of him was from the Angels who chose into interact with the mankind, and their answers and depiction of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the city, he had become a fable. Many people revered him as the savior that would rescue the metropolis and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his mogul and the fact that he walked between the worlds of igniter and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon being and his questionable history.

"It is not your God that will keep open you,"he announced with a vocalisation so deep and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosemary's eyes opened and she gasped at the sound of his part. Baltoh began to walk forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"alibi me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"Wahvey will not keep open you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and holy man can stop the darkness. If you're going to implore, pray to us."He then rolled his oculus to the click of a gun pointed at the backrest of his head.

"You're no holy person, you're a fiend !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and secure than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their utmost length.

The way was filled with hushed muttering of jounce from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade wings and the two pitch blackness leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to ruin it. This office will do none of you any dependable. This church will not protect you from the military force of blaze, it will not get your distant deity to reach down and save you, and it will not get you entrance into Heaven. The only when thing that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your time praying in this house of lies, instead try and help those around you. There is a great deal work that needs to be done in this urban center, hoi polloi to help oneself and trouble that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing someone to take hold your script and get to bring helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was fear or obeisance, the people left the Christian church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their distance from the stony hybrid, but they did as he said and left to get back to work. The threshold of the church closed, leaving it silent with only Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis inside. At the end of the church, near the rood, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's foreign that you tell these people to function instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a thousand citizenry who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen city cube. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the gangway towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you rag trying to crush their impression when you of all mass know how on-key it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Wahvey and the population than they ever could. Jehovah has done nothing for this existence 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 cosmos or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and order me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying evil. I care about destroying the darkness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of wickedness, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wishes to harm. I do not love this earthly concern, but I have done more for it and its people than Yahve ever has. So tell me, why do you still follow and idolize 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 hand are one of the many Angelica Archangelica born through the collaboration of virtuous man souls, all wishing to oppose evil, just like I do. You are a fusion of the person of masses that were made on Earth by this population, not Yahve. You owe him nothing."

Rosemary took a deep breathing time."Why did you fare here, Baltoh ?"she asked impatiently as her wings retracted.

Baltoh took another step towards her, standing right behind her. With him so close, rosemary had a laborious time not shaking in excitement.

"I wanted to thank you for saving Selene and Molly,"he said with his breath flicking Rosemary whisker and causing her to shiver from the sensation.

"It was nothing, it was my job,"she shrugged, clutching herself.

Baltoh leaned forward, his lips just an inch from her ear. rosemary's breath 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 rosemary's lungs stop working and her wholly organic structure become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't trouble, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to work on staying focused on your cloaking patch while having an coming,"he whispered, brushing his rim against the side of her neck.

She held her aspect in her hands."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her font in her workforce.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her dead body and felt the curves hidden beneath her sloppy Archangel outfit. The gentle liquidity crisis made her whimper in embarrassed 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 inscrutable breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue 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 finger the pleasure."

With a grinning, Baltoh began running his bridge player across her body, feeling her beautiful phase through her dress and making her squirm in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will give it to you. I will sacrifice you what you desire. All you have to do is open up yourself up to me, pass yourself to me, and we will show you More bliss than you thought possible."

Rosemary shook her head from side to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is wrongfulness. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her thinker for something she could say to push her own sexual hunger.

"This was her estimate. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was disbelieving 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 nous clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her harbinger, I tell her what to do and she is my apostle. We both obey and love each other ; that is our hamper. 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 scattered than ever in her life.

He rubbed her boob with his medallion, making her writhe in pleasance from the tickling tactile sensation."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to finger Selene and Molly's tongues against your dead body, you want to feel orgasm after sexual climax boot through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another variety of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall allow you everything."

Wearing a look of discombobulate naturalness and lust on her face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his brim against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating tongue into her soft wet sassing. rosemary purred at the usurpation and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her tongue while carefully avoiding his sharp-worded teeth. While the flavor was long since gone, Rosemary could almost taste the juices of Selene and Molly in his mouthpiece and they drove her wild in kinky thirst.

With their rim locked and Baltoh's tongue filling her mouth, rosemary did not feel him tear away her bloomers with his claws, but she shivered at the belief of the air against her bare pegleg. Baltoh worked his ass between her legs, catching the waistband of her panty with the sharp tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her annex retracted into her body and her clothes gone, the lone matter separating Rosmarinus officinalis from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the framework of his pants.

Wearing nix but her rosary bead strand around her wrist and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, rosemary trembled at the belief 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 care in struggle before, but this was a new fear, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the clemency of a mighty Leo and the sense datum was sexually exhilarating. This feeling of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so often longing for was indescribable, the fear and the seventh heaven that came with it made her tremble in excitement. She wanted to feel him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his manhood ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that Son was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing form of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a baseless animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her mind was still trying to settle what to do and what it expected. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his tail against the smooth rim of her snatch like a slithering snake. Rosmarinus officinalis purred at the animal spot, and when she reached down to feel her moistening clit, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her movement. Rosemary shook in his embrace and grinded against him like an lovesome cat, humming in bliss at the tactual sensation of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, deem me,"she gasped, the speech passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a spirit she would be like this. In fight she is as fierce as all of the other archangel, but when sexually open and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling his demonic horse sense of sexual dominance beginning to expose itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the kiss.

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a whining hum.

"What do you require ?"he asked again, holding her off the ground by her wrists as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your cock,"she whimpered, rubbing her wooden leg together tightly as the feeling of helplessness made her hot and wet.

"What do you want ?"he asked a tierce time, holding her out and dragging one of his claws up her smooth rear and along her thorn, gently enough to only make believe the skin ascending and not actually draw 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 modification."I'll give it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new schoolmaster ? Do you require to be used like my fiddling fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please fuck me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all fours."Get on your articulatio genus,"he ordered, taking great delectation in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes Master,"she whispered, turning around to face him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his upright tool, which was pulsing with each metre of his heart. On her knee joint, Rosmarinus officinalis stared at it with awe and fear, similar to Selene when she first looked upon it in this spot. However, being a Virgin with a less evolve body, Rosemary's promising eyes and freckled face were beaming with innocence. Even though she was in her mid-twenties, her vestal purity and young body made her feeling so young.

"jump playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lips, Rosmarinus officinalis leaned back and began working her fingerbreadth between her ramification. Her external respiration became quick and shoal with soft waver of her representative and her hand became damp with her juice. The more she worked, the more her pussycat began to spread up and uncover itself, letting Baltoh appear down at the pink interior and the wet flower petal-like folds within. Rosemary was scarlet from how lots she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her Cy Young naked consistency on display with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his deal. She could finger his eyes on him, his gaze as hot as the summer sun, making her want to hide away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes Master,"she whimpered, rubbing her pussy frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her hand as fast as she could and pinching her nipples for impart arousal. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her eyes screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the rest of the church, for she could not bear the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosemary did as she was told, getting on all tetrad with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her aspect in the turn of her arm, rosemary continued to feel herself with her whole body shaking with each pleasurable bustle of her hand, all with her anus and glistening slit in view of Baltoh. For a few minute of arc, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to attain an orgasm. Finally, he decided to give her some helper in a way he knew would work best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his shadow over to the rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her pharynx and gave a light squeeze. It wasn't enough to qualify her breathing or cut off descent flow, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric holy terror. It would have been so easy for him to kill her at that moment, to snuff out her lifetime like she was naught but a small beast. With Baltoh's tail assembly wrapped around her soft throat like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his domination over her, Rosmarinus officinalis crossed the threshold into a squirting orgasm. She writhed and moaned as jets pussy juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her mitt became a blur as she rubbed herself with new speed, crying out in happiness from her climax.

After almost a minute, collapsed and rolled onto her back, gasping for air with her chest of drawers heaving and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her whole torso trembling, Rosemary held up her hand to her human face, looking at her oiled fingers, glistening with her juice. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so ungodly. Baltoh's tail tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and jitteriness with submissive arousal. Without wavering, she opened her sassing and began sucking her fingers clean, humming from the scrumptious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her digit clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his hammer just column inch from her human face."osculation it,"he said with a small-scale grin.

"Yes passkey,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the lovesome phallus touched her sassing like a steaming sausage.

"Now give your mouth and cleave your glossa out."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and did as she was told, opening her oral cavity astray with her tongue sticking out like a landing cartoon strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribbling from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head of his peter against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her spit, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you want this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please master copy. I want to go down on your putz,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of Shangri-la into his submissive sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the book binding of her head, Baltoh forced his cock into her backtalk, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her pharynx. rosemary tried to force away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's fundament around her throat kept her still. She could no nothing but gag and retch on the mickle stuffing her throat with tears streaming down her nerve. Just when she thought she was going to choke, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary pant for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breathing spell, Baltoh wrapped his finger's breadth around Rosemary's hair and smeared his slime-covered cock across her face, mixing her spit and early corporal fluids with her tears. He pushed his cock back into her throat, forcing it all the way in and making Rosemary have full-body convulsions. After a few seconds, he again pulled it out, leaving rosemary as shaky as a leaf and with slime dripping from her mouth and nose from retching. As cruddy and poor as she looked, she was overwhelmingly glad. None of her fantasies had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the treatment, she was loving being dominated and brutally used. It was fulfilling some deep desire that she had never even known existed.

Once she wiped her face clean and jerk, she wrapped her fingers around the irradiation of Baltoh's turncock and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size and shape while she caught her breath. Finally quick, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her nous back and forth and stroking him with her hired hand while she sucked him. As common, Baltoh just groaned and let his head roll back as he felt the softness of her sassing against his humanity and listened to the terrific squishy strait of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his integral tail around her body and picked her up, holding her inverted with his cock staying in her oral fissure. With Rosemary inverted with Baltoh's head teacher between her legs, he buried his face in her twat, going down on her with far more aggression than he would with genus Selene or molly. Having never experienced the feeling of soul's lips and knife on and in her pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis moaned in bliss and continued to wet-nurse him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet slit and licked up every drop of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his fingers in her hair to contain her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his pelvis, fucking her throat with non-caring brutality, causing Rosemary to vomit up with each powerful punch to her pharynx and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally sentence to roll in the hay Rosemary like the petty whore she was. He dropped the run through garden angelica onto the puddle of stain on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined miss try to regain her forcefulness. Once his patience was at its terminal point, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? quick to get your twat shredded by my dick ? Beg for it like the little slut you are,"he demanded licking his rim with an evil smile.

"Please have it off me, master key ! I want you to take my virginity with your big peter !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her sleeve shaking.

With his tail around her waist, Baltoh used his free hand to squeeze the principal of his prick against her waiting virgin slit. Hanging upside-down, Rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to know her so voiceless that she would scream and cry. She was completely in the palm of his mitt. Securing the headspring in the glistening sass of her cunt, Baltoh returned his bridge player to her hip and took a deep breath. With a single powerful shove, he forced his entire shaft into her slender body, not caring how loudly she screamed.

Even with her garden angelica body opening up to take him in a way that no human virgin could and the pain almost nonexistent, she sobbed from the harsh sting from the roughshod penetration and the huge stack 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 wild fantasies and nightmare. The idea of experiencing this as a human frightened and lost Rosemary as she struggled to breathe and stay calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her bruised snatch. Upon its near removal, blood from her pulverised hymen trickled out from between the facing pages backtalk, running down her smooth belly, between her hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her mouth like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his stopcock back into his sexy retainer, taking swell amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this lieu before, it took Baltoh a few thrusts to get used to the car-mechanic of fucking her, but with the service of this tail to hold her still, he was fucking her like a machine in second gear. Rosmarinus officinalis 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 base while Baltoh slamming her lower body against his cock. The dominating crossbreed had a smile on his face and was licking his rim as he listened to Rosmarinus officinalis's dolorous groan of happiness and watched as his powerful thrusts sent ripples through her pale naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the derriere with the back of his hand, jiggling the subdued flesh and making rosemary cry out as a large red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the strait of his mitt against the soft bare flesh of her tight ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her battle cry of painful euphory were like euphony to his ear, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his travelling bag on her wrists and his butt around her throat. With Rosemary's leg wrapped around his torso and her dolourous gags and cries of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to jazz her like she was third-world teenage Hooker. He had her weaponry held back and had his hind end wrapped around her neck with the perfect tense level of tightness, meaning that she was basically held in a sex golf shot and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her next orgasm.
"Do you need me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, Master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his turncock recondite inside her.

Moving like a political machine, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended physical structure shake wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't beginning bleeding. Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her angelic voice bouncing off the walls of the church.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet orgasm, spraying the floor and Baltoh's branch with her juices.

Without hesitancy, Baltoh set her pile on her foundation and then pushed her over to the podium. With Rosemary hang over the podium, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his stopcock between her ass impudence. He tightened his tail around her pharynx and pulled it up while he kissed her neck."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

Rosmarinus officinalis just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her head teacher, desperate to get her anus slammed like Selene and molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her head down against the bible on the stump, Baltoh readied the brain of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up as it awaited the insight. With rosemary's scream echoing through the church service, Baltoh worked his shaft into her tight little asshole with a single shove of brutal strength. Ignoring her unspeakable cries and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic whole step and the marvelous flavor of her tight rectum clenching every square centimetre of his cock with the cutter wet skin, Baltoh took his instinctive yard, pumping into her with long, deep separatrix and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and forth like a pecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for dear life and moaning as she looked around the church. The colored glass Windows of the saints and Angel Falls and the words of pews for people who attended the sign of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living existence glaring at her in disgust and mind as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with shame and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her mind hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's little cock-hungry concubine, but the relief of her mind was excited and aroused by her shame. When it came to being submissive to Baltoh, her abasement was pleasurable in and of itself. She enjoyed being at his mercy, being on his deuce-ace, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfilment of her own. Having developed a love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the touch sensation of his member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her top dog and released a cryptic moan of ecstasy, with her vocalism shaking with her body from the speedy pound of his tool. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling breast so that he could taste them hard with his palm, making her purr from the insect bite of the sensitive mounds. He also kissed her, licking the blood line of her hymen off her lips.

He then pushed her head teacher back down and pulled out of her asshole. She groaned as he entered his pussycat, just like he had with Selene and mollie, but in this eccentric, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his thrusts, violating her womanhood as he kept her brass pressed against the holy place Holy Scripture, both to humiliate her and spit in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Angelica Archangelica to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosmarinus officinalis and she collapsed to her articulatio genus with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosmarinus officinalis on all fours and his hands around her throat, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For various second, they continued in his fashion with rosemary 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 juice. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually feel his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosmarinus officinalis and leaving her asshole gaping unfastened, 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 clit."Please prevent fucking me, professional. I want your cock inside of me."

"crawling over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all Little Joe like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his hand. Grabbing her hair, he smeared the oil of her ass across her look with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to soak up on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his putz, Baltoh began to fake his poop behind her, causing two sections to turn away back over each former and twist into a duad of replicate helixes.

With complete aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two misrepresented luck of his tail into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her opening at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle monster. With Baltoh's putz grinding against the backbone of her throat and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a bazaar of make out machines, Rosemary's optic rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the ineffable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a tart at a frat party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic holloa as an bam of semen sprayed from the caput of his stopcock, coursing down her throat, filling her paunch, and overflowing from her mouthpiece. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his pecker out of her mouth and his tail out of her kitty-cat and whoreson. rosemary collapsed on the floor, facedown in a puddle of semen.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And Sir Thomas More,"she panted, felicitous and more exhausted than ever in her life.

"Than I have your heart and your commitment ?"

"Yes Master,"she purred.

"Good, then I'll give you some time to recover before I let genus Selene and Molly have a turn with you."

Then, in contrast to the brutal BDSM piece of tail he had just given her, he lifted her chin and gave her a gentle and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"fountainhead, Rosmarinus officinalis is on control board,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new favorite hotel way ( after Baltoh repaired it with a quick enchantment ), both naked after having made sexual love just a shortly while ago. Just arcminute before, Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to dry land in Order to bath, as was customary after sex or battle.

"Oh, really ? I'm going to need contingent,"she purred, kissing his chest.

"It turns out she is a seriously kinky jade and a completely subservient masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her skipper. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a sober squirter, she sprays like a water system fountain."

Selene perked up with amazement and entertainment."Really ? Well after my first off petty tasting of domination with mollie, I have to allow that I am more excited than before."

"I figured as a great deal. I told her I would let you and Molly have a play with her after I gave her metre to bring around. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a massive pulse rate of vim rocked the urban center to its core, shaking every construction and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was slurred and clayey with ominous might and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's optic widened and he bolted to his pes, rushing over to the balcony. This king was equal to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a fistful of beginning for such an oppressive aura, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Bob Hope radio beacon Summoning ! Angel Art : rosebush windowpane shield Summoning !"he called, clapping his hands together.

Four Hope lighthouse began to go up from the ground, each at the very boundary of the city. It was the uttermost number of the crosses that could be summoned in any given space and fourth dimension. Up above the very middle of the metropolis, a pond-sized rose window of yellowish and violet chalk appeared, casting an effigy of itself down upon the city with the clean passing through it. With the aid of the four crisscross, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its power was smashing enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could break through, but it would only buy them time.

"Baltoh, what's going on ?"Selene asked desperately as she rushed over to him.

"Our proximity to Scheol, we've finally gotten so finis that the most powerful Demons can slip through. These are the true monsters of the shadowy depths, the foes that have brought me nearly to the verge of last,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating drapery of energy increased in weight.

"Wait, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the rider and his mount. Their power layer are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the early. We need to get dressed, we only have second before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the pit is going on ? !"Raphael shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Archangels on the ceiling of a edifice. There were twenty other garden angelica in total, as well as a few angel, including Selene.

"One of the passkey of Torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the austereness of the situation.

"What are master copy of straining and Titans ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the next stratum of ogre, well beyond Archangels,"Michael admitted, being forced to swallow his pride.

"How is that possible ? I've never heard of these things !"one of the early Angels asked.

Baltoh took a late breathing space."As you know Demons have been summoned to worldly concern in the past—as it is the lone way for them to get across between dimensions and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too a great deal of a threat, they have been known to reach full strong point and induce innate disasters like volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and plague. Masters of anguish and Titans are far too powerful to be summoned, the passel of their energy is too great and heavy to be actually lifted and pulled through the inter-dimensional barrier.

Essentially, the difference between Masters of Torture and titan and fiend is how they are born. Titans are born through tumid numbers of daemon managing to fuse together into one massive animal, just like Sinners join together to transform into Bleaks. Depending on how well the summons goes, they can retain their intelligence and keep on to use daimon Art, or lose their minds and become raging wildcat, often used as steeds for the Masters of distortion. master of Torture are born more similarly to regular Demons ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Scheol occupant that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the clay of slain Demons.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually crumble away to ash, the remains of killed demon stay and fester, becoming Sir Thomas More and more concentrated and focused. After a while, all the hatred and evil that made up the Demon's being is compacted and processed to its purest form, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a original of Torture. Even I have to fight for my life story when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to fought reinforced the badness of the place, with dread crushing everyone with the same system of weights as the wickedness energy that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening collapse and the completely city shook violently, causing several building to break down and decrease apart like houses of menu. Red quip flitted through the rose window hologram cast upon the city as the force out of darkness below crashed against it like a unfounded 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 urban center. Most likely, our enemy will come up through the marrow of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any people,"Raphael answered, just before another crash that sent Sir Thomas More offer through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the skipper of distortion, and the rest of you fight the Titan. Selene, I want you and all the other Angels to stay out of this fight and guard the humans in pillow slip any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third clangor rang out as the shield broke. In the center of the city, twelve city city block suddenly sank into the ground and the four promise Beacons in the corners shattered like vases. A deluge of Hellfire roared up through the monolithic fissure with a colossal beast hidden within, visible only from its shadower. Hovering above the city, the beast released a deafening roar and the geyser of Hellfire died down, allowing everyone to look upon the creature.

The beast was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, tumid than its body when joined to together and each one far foresighted, and an iron collar on each cervix. Its Shirley Temple Black scraggly hair was matted with line of descent, its red middle glowed like luck lights, both heads had rhino-like horns on the bridgework of their nose, two pairs of bull-like car horn protruded from behind its ears, its longsighted jagged fang poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidic saliva, its nipper looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its manus, and its dark-gray wing were webbed with spindly pearl and were missing most of the surface membrane, but the fauna was still capable to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still dwarf the world's largest sport stadium.

Standing on the titan's back, holding a string that led to its iron choker, was a Demon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a pair of large batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a twain of gazelle-like hooter made entirely of shadow fire, a derriere lined with spikes, a pair of tumid gauntlets on his subdivision instead of shackles, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of torturing held out his manus 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 suspiration, the fiend pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my fight,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in homework and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to present the Titan once the battle started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with vexation but also filled with attender 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 locution and kissed her back."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prime,"she said once net meter before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the passe-partout of Torture as he spread his wings, preparing to pounce. With a wide smiling on his face, Baltoh widened his stance and got into a fighter's position, brimming with self-confidence and inflammation for the battle. Moving faster than a hotfoot smoke, the daimon leapt from his climb and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating ability. Baltoh blocked the smash and the building under him instantly shattered from the powerfulness transfer. It took all of Baltoh's index to push back against the ogre's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to meet. I am Amon, leader of 40 infernal legions under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, loss leader of the forces of Heaven under cipher,"the crossbreed countered, pushing the daimon back with the ear-stinging mark of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is clock time to see which is greater ; darkness or twinkle !"Amon gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a potent kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his residue, brandishing his sword as Amon charged towards him."I already wield the powerfulness of both existence. This is not a question of igniter vs. dark ; it is a question of whether your hatred is greater than mine ! Now we fight with our lifespan on the line to prove who has the greater firmness !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their sword, every window within a square toes mi shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amon could deliver another spinning kick, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the throat with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the demon straight down into the ground with enough strength to make a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the building that had been destroyed.

Sword in mitt, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Divine Smite spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his sword into the ground with enough big businessman to keep down nine straightforward blockage of the urban center into a colossal crater filled with the rubble of the construction that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : Dark Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger at the hybrid and launching a distil jet of tail vitality, as vauntingly as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the tone-beginning, wrapped in heater with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Art : plume Arrows !"he called, pointing his fender at Amon and launching a volley of feathers, burning with white fire.

wrap himself in his offstage, Amon tried to roll away but the bolts made their fool, puncturing his wing over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain and got to his feet, ripping the feathers out of his wings and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that mortal middle could not see him, Amen swung his brand in a diagonal uppercut slice, but the crossbreed blocked the attack, beginning a lightning fuss of exchanging attacks and pulley-block. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the sparks being released by the colliding swords.

maculation and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the affection with his brand. Baltoh coughed up a mouthful of descent but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spike and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armor and skewering his lungs. With rake dripping from Amon's helm, the two enemy separated before instantly attacking each former once again, ignoring their harm and instead just swinging their blade wildly at lightning speed, attacking and blocking each early a hundred times every second.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amon called, swerving back to cast the spell.

Surging up from the ground, a dozen huge skeletal hands reached out of portal to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a bunch of miniature Bleaks all clambering for the Sami target.

"saint Art : net Penitence !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like mortar carapace, vast wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the script like the nails of a excruciation, shattering the os and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment fanfare !"

A blinding ray of illumination shined from Baltoh's feathers, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the ogre distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from articulatio humeri to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut crotchet near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With line spraying from the cranny carved across his chest, Amon snarled and clapped his hands together with his steel between his palms."Demon Art : Incinerating hell on earth !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden balefire of Hell flaming engulfed him. The black-market pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his tegument badly charred, but he was alive.

"daimon Art : Undead greening !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two fighters were both wrapped in black halo as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their bodies in clip to lock sward. The second their blades collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the side, sending the fiend plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of buildings as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"daimon Art : monster Slash !"Amen thundered, getting to his feet and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin Department of Energy brand. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the united blasts breaking over his sword, and before he could mentally recover, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden appearance of a shadow. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his handgrip. With a bellow, Amun swung the edifice down onto Baltoh like a sledge, with the intercrossed having to a lesser extent than a second base to go intangible and notch through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amun slammed into him with shadow energy streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the unobtainable Baltoh. Amon shot straight down, slamming Baltoh into the earth as the confound construction shattered. Upon impingement, all the dust of the edifice was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of dust from the two battler hitting the ground.

In the bottom of a smoky Crater, Amun had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the face over and over again with his weapon moving as blurs. With his look bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amen through the shoulder with his tail and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another line of descent of building like an indestructible missile.

"angel Art : fizgig of Destiny !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his animal foot and clapping his paw together.

From between his hands, a paper-thin light beam of golden Inner Light blastoff Forth River, taking the cast of a vast leaf blade that sliced through everything in its track. Slamming his sword into the priming coat, Amon brought himself to a catch as the blade approached, slicing straight through the buildings that he had just smashed through.

"ogre Art : Tombstone shield !"he bellowed, slamming both hands onto the pommel of his sword.

A car-sized tombstone explosion from the ground in front man of him, acting as a roadblock against the sword. The massive voulge of get down smashed into the headstone, one of the few forces it could not let out. Flying out from behind the carapace, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amen's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to tend back enough to invalidate a fatal strike, but Baltoh still managed to slash 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 bullet through construction after building. Not wanting to lose the chance, Baltoh chased after Amen, reaching him in less than a second. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foe pointed their clawed power fingers at each other, the acute talons just inch apart.

"daemon Art : Dark pulsation !"they both shouted.



"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden fastness boost to fend off the prodigious opprobrious fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"Angel Art : Halo Discuss !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, attacking the wight from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a prospicient chain of indistinguishable band of golden lighting and threw them at the beast. The rings struck the Titan like hailstones, doing little More than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an annoyed snarl, the behemoth turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his tails, sending her crashing into a city bus with plenty lastingness to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a foresighted Crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a massive phantasm. Flapping her wings desperately, she took flight and fled as the heavyweight tried to stump on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : concluding penance !"Raphael called from behind the beast.

At his control, half a dozen large wooden hybridization fell out of the sky like projectile and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off balance. Furious, the Goliath turned to him with one of its top dog and launched a house-sized pitch blackness fireball. The blast struck Raffaello Santi head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Art : ecclesiastic Smite !"an garden angelica with curt blond pilus called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her brand raised.

sensing her approach, the Titan raised its two heads and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive Dark Pulse. The garden angelica blocked the onslaught with her sword, cutting through the radio beam of vitality and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her military capability increased. The flack finally ended and the fair sex's sword was knocked to the side by the last bead of energy, but just as she was about to reattempt her onset, the Titan reached up with its former head with lightning speed and stabbed her right in the gut with the cornet on the bridge of its olfactory organ. The force of the impact and the size of the horn ripped her to composition and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the epithet of Remiel yelled through his foresighted braided beard, mourning the loss of his comrade. The Archangel turned to the colossus and clapped his hands together, spreading his wing to their maximum duration."Angel Art : Incense asphyxiation Seal !"

On his program line, four pillars of sonsy incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fencing of albumen lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four column each began spewing thick swarm of exasperate smoke, filling the space within the prison but going no further. In seconds, the titan was invisible, hidden within a cloud of smoke. Over the sound of the dense vaporisation spraying out like pee jets, everyone would hear the beast coughing and hacking on the fumes as it burned its bod like gaseous Zen and pressed on its body from all sides as if it were at the bottom of the ocean.

"Angel Art : god Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the Titan and firing balance beam of aureate spark as declamatory as Hummers. The beams struck the colossus, causing it to tangle in pain and illuminating the smoke cloud.

"Keep shooting ! We have to kill this affair !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his energy into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an earthshaking thunder and was wrapped in shadow fire. The black explosions shattered the four pillar and pushed aside the Divinity Rays as if they were mere beams of illumination. Furious at the scathe they had caused it, the creature reached out with its two heads and snapped up a couplet of archangel, than knocked the rest back like a group of fly sheet with its tails.

"Damn it, how is it potential that this matter is so sinewy ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a split building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the only one who can face up something like this !"rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every meter something goes incorrect ! We are Archangels of Heaven, we do not want help destroying this rabid cur !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his injure ego and his haemorrhage scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that Master of twisting. He can't aid us,"Gabriel said as he popped his slip shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this creature back together with is rider,"Rosemary insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon comment that it was the enchantment he would use to destroy them when he encountered them in hellhole. Instead of separating them and beating them individually, we should get them together and take them both out with one big attack. Michael, we can't do this without Baltoh."

"Damn it, have we really settle this far ? !"H

"Wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eyes and mulled over the decision, muttering curses to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful redheader stood up."We need to hit this matter with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can kibosh it or slow down it down enough for Baltoh to lure that Master of torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. angel Art : Hope pharos Summoning !"Raffaello Santi shouted.

tetrad buildings around the heavyweight shattered as a radical of Hope pharos appeared in their place, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"Angel Art : concluding excruciation !"rosemary called, feeling her strength return.

Shaking the integral urban center, a monolithic crossing outburst from the dry land, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a shadow over the Titan. dozen of whips, adorned with thorns and chip of worm alloy, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the Cross while tearing at its flesh. The animate being howled in pain as its dogtooth 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 neck of the Titan, a crown of thorn formed and acted as another bind to the hybridization. Finally, a building-sized spear blade appeared in the air and plunged itself into the monster's chest.

"Angel Art : Rosary Restraints !"all the Archangels called as the Titan roared in bother and frustration.

From their beaded wristband, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the fauna, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot telegram. Pulling on the range with all their strength, the Angelica Archangelica pulled the interbreeding out of the footing and sent it falling back like a chopped tree before shaking New House of York with its landing.

"Angel Art : Final Penitence !"Gabriel shouted.

Half a dozen towering crosses began to shine from the sky like bombs, slamming down into the giant each with the free weight of a passel. Throughout New House of York, buildings were thrown from their foundations by each devastating impact and cloud of dust completely filled the air. The massive Cross had skewered the brute 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 spell, four familiar towers of full-bosomed incense lanterns burst from the ground around the wolf and began spewing forth their fume, which crushed the heavyweight like the weight of the sea and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to catch their breather, the monolithic creature unleashed a roar as low and bass as the whipping of war drums and its trunk began to burn with Black ardour, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their great power enhanced with four Hope Beacons, the Angelica Archangelica still could not prevent the creature or its gargantuan push restrained.

"Quick ! get-go hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching thunderbolt of blest Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the center of a barren barren, their foot buried under the powdery debris of the building that had originally stood. Almost a one-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 brain with entire building like a yoke of cartoon fibre. Both fighters were caked with line of descent and panting heavily, having each received numberless injuries that would bear meant the death of any unconstipated fiend or Archangel. It was not the fight that had drained them both of their Energy Department, but the combat injury, both fighting through and healing them. In the engagement, 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 Torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the Demon and continued punching him with all of his effectiveness. Struggling to rest on his foundation, Amon could do cypher as his font was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nose and cracking different areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the earth beneath him crumbled and he lost his terms, forcing him to shift his attention away from Amen and to instead fix his balance. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his tail assembly and then spinning around, delivering a herculean squawk to the center of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his ribs broken and blood streaming from his sass and gut. Barely landing on his feet, Baltoh materialized his blade and tried to ignore the severity of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ hoot it, this is why I make sure never to defend these guy rope for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly oppose and we're just wearing each other down. At this rate, we'll just wipe out each early or achieve a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the fate of the battle and perhaps the humans will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can polish off that Titan,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to unbend his confuse vision.

Forming his sword from Joseph Black flames, albeit at a much deadening gait than before, Amen charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clash, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the early in this final battle will be the victor,"Baltoh said under his intimation as he widened his stance and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his brain and brought it down towards Baltoh's aright side, aiming for the venous blood vessel between his shoulder and cervix. Baltoh blocked the onrush with an uppercut swing, and while Amon tried to rip his blade back for another attempt, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder joint to hip, sending the line spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by adrenalin and rage pumping through his vein like his inky blood, Amon pulled his sword back and countered with a stab to the left side of Baltoh's breast, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to remain awake and on their feet, the two fighters locked sword once, twice, three clip, with each collision sending shower bath of sparks as if the vane were red-hot. On the quaternary skirmish, Baltoh was able to steer his sword past Amon's and fork out a deep cut across the shoulder, then convolute the blade and beam it sheering across his throat. Gurgling on his own blood, Amon roared and swung his sword wildly, slashing Baltoh diagonally across the face.

With his streaming blood blinding his left eye, Baltoh staggered back and snarled in hurting. Amon lunged at the opportunity, swinging his brand from the side and cutting Baltoh's stomach capable and leaving his entrails dangling. With a diabolical roar of angriness, Baltoh raised his blade high-pitched above his head and move Amon's left shoulder with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the sword, Baltoh carved through the fiend's flesh with the serrations and gut lure, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amun's berm and ribs were shattered by the brutal bang, the muscles were all severed, the nerves cut, and the vein spraying blood like fountains. Amon stepped back with his whole left side from the waist up barely clinging to the rest of his body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the legal injury spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to prevail their consistency 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 Master of agony pointed his clawed finger at the oncoming archangel and launched a Dark pulse rate that was ten times expectant and more powerful than a regular ogre or Bleak's. Even in the consideration he was in, Amen was easily able-bodied to bring forth the Energy required to kill Rosemary like she was a fly. With the speed and diam of the blast, it was obvious that Rosemary would not be able to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! devil Art : Tombstone shield !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

The jumbo dark heart rate was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before Rosemary with a pair of car-sized tombstones behind it, reinforcing the parallel bars. The good time struck the barrier like an infuriated moose against a tree, stopping in its tracks but making the roadblock crack and warp under the pressure level. Rosmarinus officinalis was pushed back by the collision of the unstoppable force and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep back the spell unassailable so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amon ended the blast and pounced on him like a mountain lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's consistency and biting him wildly.

"Angel Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her bridge player at Amon.

The marble-white cross burst from the undercoat behind Baltoh and the rabid devil was yanked off his backrest and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the crucifixion ritual took place, Rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to keep the wounded but deadly maestro of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary control ! Angel Art : Feather Arrow ! backer Art : Halo Shackles ! holy man Art : Incense asphyxiation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the solid ground beside Baltoh with her helping hand aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her prayer beads wristband and tied Amon to the cross like a straightjacket, eight-inch retentive feathers shaft from her backstage and lodged themselves in Amon's flesh, further nailing him, and ring of golden light appeared around his articulatio talocruralis, wrist joint, and mind, acting as one live bond to the wooden structure. end but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the distance between them with dense Mary Jane, crushing Amen like water and burning his lungs with blessed energy. In his vapor coffin, Amon could not be seen, heard, or smelled, and neither could he make out what was going on outside.

"Master, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The crossbreed cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still subservient and fast to him.

"I'll live, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the speciality to kill him or that Titan and time is running out. Even in his current state, Amon won't be held back every prospicient by those spells. We only have five or ten minutes before he breaks disembarrass and comes back, probably strong than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the strength to use any of your fad blasts ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked desperately.

"If I heal my combat injury and rest for a few arcminute, I might have enough big businessman for at least one barb, but it would assume too long to charge and fire. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this battle is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his metrical unit but falling back down.

Rosemary hesitated before speaking."Master, I'll take caution of you. Just lie back and I'll cure your combat injury and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the survive parting with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't worry, I doubt I'll last long."

"saint Art : Laying On of Hands,"Rosemary whispered, holding one delicate hand over Baltoh's bare thorax with immature healing vigor streaming from her ribbon. With her early bridge player, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his trouser, revealing his half-erect cock, quickly growing in size and strength at the attention.

With a coy flavor on her expression, Rosemary took Baltoh's cock in her mouth, sucking off the exertion from battle while she healed his injury with both hands. Their clock time was running out and Amen would soon break resign of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's cock lovingly with every soft wet niche of her oral cavity, trying to coax a coming as fast as possible. She squeezed the shaft with her knife and boldness, worked the chief with her lips, and completely slathered it with every driblet of saliva she could muster. While her foreland bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the with child appendage was massaged with with child sexual allegiance. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his body with healing Energy from her bridge player, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his degraded orgasm, spraying almost a pint of semen into Rosmarinus officinalis's sass and throat, every drop of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating cock clean and sucking out every last glob of his seeded player. His intensity level restored and his physical structure as limber and relaxed as a lineage of operative tube, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his groundwork with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosemary,"he said as he aimed his hand at Amon.

The devil had made a lot of progress in his escape, as already the rosary restraints were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the feather pointer had already been incinerated, the Halo adhesion had shattered, and the incense heater in the prison house was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be visible. The sealskin would only hold for another minute of arc at most.

"holy person Art : prayer beads Restraints ! Demon Art : nighttime shackle !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the metal ring and beaded electric cord around his wrist, two twelve grim bladed chain and rosary binds shot Forth and wrapped around Amun's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amon's prison like a family of bill. The Ernst Boris Chain and rosary shackle continued to wrap around Amen and the seals that restrained him, each glowing with Baltoh's energy and forming a nearly impenetrable SUV-sized cocoon around him.

With Rosemary following, Baltoh took to the air while pulling the cornered Amen with him and raced over to where the rest of the archangel were still fighting the Titan. The master copy sealing go had farseeing 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 brute was basically sitting in the heart of a amber and Negroid bonfire, caused by their energy striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell chains and rosary bonds with Amen at the end like the head of a fight flail, bringing it down onto the titan with enough long suit to shake all of New York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the shear pain sensation of the impact. Snapping the cords with his seat, Baltoh clapped his mitt together to call the next while."devil Art : Mausoleum Prison !"he cast, harnessing the power of the nearby Hope beacon fire to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbol of Hellscript and adorned with carving of man skulls, a mausoleum of such sizing that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the maestro of Torture, locking them away like money in a bank vault.

"Demon Art : Debt retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his grin growing.

At his command, almost a hundred massive skeletal hired man burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one corking heaving, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying straight upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his body level and his flank out in front of him with his burning aura between the hint. He had to measure out this carefully, as he did not need any more sprightliness to be lost. His halo began to spin, increasing in speed every second up to the point where it looked like a sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the Titan with Amon on its back, holding its reins with his sword in deal. Both demon released holla of frustration and bloodlust, prepare to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"Well it won't be by your paw !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his gust at full strength.

Everyone watching the tantrum turned away, shielding his or her eye from the nuclear-level brightness of the beam of light fired. Upon its launched, the gust instantly began to expand at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's calculations and position, it would not refer either sides of the pit around New York. By the meter it reached Amon and his steed, the blast was already a 3rd as large as the metropolis and far too mighty to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a expressway semi and did not slow it down in the least as the good time continued to rise upwards. Up on the surface of earth, where the American government had set up a command shopping mall around New York, sensing element and tool of all kinds were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the domain. Finally, with a diam as bombastic as New York itself, the blast shot upwards from the shaft and passed right through the dome of Negroid hummer due to the Angel energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the shaft of unaccented barb into the sky with as much Energy Department as a solar flash. Many even found themselves falling to their knee joint and bowing down. As the beam shooting up into outer space, the atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The good time faded into the last few beads of vigor and Baltoh began to precipitate, drained of energy and with a smile of victory on his face. Swerving down like an eagle, Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the priming coat with her face glowing with tender love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel room up on globe, as after a fight with a headmaster of overrefinement, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower bath and Selene wasn't going to let the opportunity passing play her by. As he checked the whorl on the room access to make sure that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood au naturel in the rain shower, waiting for the water system to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the metropolis ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't vexation, after that fight with the Master of Torture, the forces of Hell will probably expect and stay their fourth dimension before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the can.

Standing in the doorway, he came to a dead stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a aphrodisiac shine as the water ran down her raw body. Each drop cloth on her pleasant-tasting chocolate-shade peel glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sultry bend of her body. He could see her brawn relaxing under the heating plant of the water, her chest expanding with each cryptical breathing spell, and the shivers of relief that passed through her unflawed bod as the hot undulation washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding room access."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might like to watch for a petty while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the spray with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his cock and he was ejaculating onto her fount. The water streamed across her typeface and through her long slick hair, and as she rolled her head from face to side as if receiving a massage, her breathing became sullen. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his eyes fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her body, touching herself gently. With each straits of her work force across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to blow up and he licked his lips in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

Opening up a box of hotel soap, Selene dropped the minuscule block into her hands and lathered her palms with it, leaving a sudsy stratum. Purring at her own ghost, she began squeezing and rubbing her big breasts, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the mild skin. As she massaged her breast and traced the bar of easy lay around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully erect shaft with a astray smiling on his face.

Selene then stepped behind the crank screen and pressed her tits against the glass. Baltoh's breathing became labored as he watched her rub her breasts against the spyglass like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the luster of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bountiful breast, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the glass, she ran the goop across her curved body, lathering her soot black cutis with a layer of thin Edward Douglas White Jr. foam. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her hips from side of meat to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking at back over her shoulder, Selene turned around so her back was to Baltoh, slowly shaking her ass. The two of them smiling and Baltoh licking his back talk, genus Selene spread her legs and knack over, exposing her pussy and shit while she soaped up her long smooth branch. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her business firm well-endowed ass, shaking in hullabaloo as he stroked his stopcock. Moving her soapy hands up her legs, Selene began lathering her ass brass, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual power and want to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

Selene then turned back into the shower, letting the layer of soap race away. While the sudsy urine streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her hands moving closer and finisher to her slit. At first she only ran her medal across her inner thigh, then she pulled her center finger between the soft plump lips, tickling the burnished garden pink interior. After that first touch, she began working her fingers against the entrance, using the soapy water supply as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the wall and began giving a indulgent whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the bathroom cesspool with his dick standing at full attending as genus Selene inserted her fingerbreadth into her pussy, stirring them while moaning from the feeling of the gentle penetration. With the skill that only individual could have after twelvemonth of pleasuring her own dead body, Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her digit working frantically between her legs, Selene grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for various transactions, with genus Selene desperately trying to take herself to climax, but unable to frustrate that final threshold.

Her whole torso shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her caput and wrapped her sassing around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jolt from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her suction on her own breast as if it were Molly's. Swirling her tongue around her erect pap with the hot weewee running down her hourglass consistence, Selene finally achieved her first orgasm and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As Selene caught her breathing time, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the shower bath, letting the grime from battle run off his organic structure. With a tired smiling on her face, Selene removed her glistening finger from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his foresightful clapper and wrapped it around her fingers like a Snake River, licking up her yummy marrow. The two points of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his tongue dancing with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his tongue from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's sassing, relishing the delectable tasting. As their sass touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck and Baltoh began running his thenar across her body, wishing that he could use his finger's breadth and better feel her. For ten transactions they continued to buss, wordlessly speaking their love while the shower sprayed their interlace bodies with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embracement and began moving down, kissing her neck and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his lip against her divulge dead body. Continuing down, he spent a handful of second just massaging, licking, and sucking on her firm breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his lips and glossa across her belly before reaching the smooth lips of her slit, already out-of-doors and awaiting boost pleasure.

nurture her leg and squeezing her breasts, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his clapper, stimulating her clit with a master's acquirement. Baltoh had his heart looking upward, staring at her knocker that jiggled with each gasping breath genus Selene took and the weewee that poured off her pointing pap and ran down her smooth belly. Shifting his blazonry, he moved Selene's legs up onto his berm so that he could get broad memory access to her addictively delectable kitty-cat. Holding onto his motor horn for dear life, genus Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every afters situation in her pussy, driving her weirdo with pre-orgasmic bliss.

deciding to help her once again hybridization that threshold, Baltoh bent his prat back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a jumbo double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his flexure rear into her asshole, needing a lot of force to work the wide head of the biological sex toy into the tight closed chain. Selene released a shriek of pure sexual euphoria as the rick surgical incision of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the point in time that she thought while she was going to burst, only to forswear and then ram itself back in. With Baltoh playing her puss like a musical instrument and fucking her asshole wildly with his tail, Selene was brought to her second orgasm in record time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his quarter from his asshole and let Selene lick it like a spoonful covered in patty batter.

"That was a orderly trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the parentage vessels and leave my fanny really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the cascade, wearing out the aches.

"wellspring, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business organization,"she said in between kisses while she wrapped her pegleg around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the paries above their heads with their palm tree touching and his fingers dug into the tile, providing him a just postponement like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his mitt ( but needing a little help from his tail ), he pressed the brain of his manhood against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the huge mass driving up into her gates of nirvana and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a bricole, fucking her like a lunatic and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthest box of her snatch. With her wet mammilla jiggling against his bare breast, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minutes went by, Baltoh's stop number only increased, with his ballock sack throwing water with each driving force like a sling.

"Honey, my paw are falling asleep,"Selene said after twenty minutes.

"Yeah, my weapon system are completely benumbed,"Baltoh replied with a small smile, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tail so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his pincer out of the paries and released their hired man. Once their hands regained feeling aside from a coldness prickling genius, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her substructure and she turned into the flow of hot pee, looking over her articulatio humeri at him with a coy facial expression and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his poop and worked his cock back into her slit. With her leg raised and his hands on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fast, recondite accident, bringing genus Selene back to her original level of ecstasy.

With her mouth loose and her eyes closed, Selene turned into the exhibitioner spray and let the hot water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a simple machine, ran kiss across her neck and shoulders, and fondled her titty.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfect spot in the depths of her slit, that place that his tongue just couldn't work up another raw force to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this confection consistence of yours. Your pussy tone absolutely amazing. I would hump you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal retentive is in force, but you really can't beat the good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't fuck me for all eternity ? After all, I'll never stop loving you."
"I could say the same to you,"he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Just as their lip touched, their dislodge weight caused them both to slip on the wet shower floor, the two of them falling forward and unable to retrieve their ground. Selene gave a tawdry yelp of veneration just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her breast to catch her and grabbed onto the wall below the cascade 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 storey and swept aside the pieces of tile.

"Well my mettle feels like it's going to break my costa and I have some sticking plaster and ceramics in my pilus, but other than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should bear anymore."

"Well I'm still in the mood and you're still inside me, can you act upon without standing ?"she purred while on her hands and knee joint.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the spine of her ear."I'm for sure I'll find a way."

Leaning back and fixing his position, Baltoh moved his hands to her rose hip and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the oral sex in her. In a single shove, he forced his tool back into her with so much power that genus Selene gave a still howler. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the capitulum of a woodpecker, fucking genus Selene with all his forcefulness and reaching the farthest points of her eubstance with his manhood. With Selene feeling too just to even make a strait, the dissonance calling out over the boo of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her round hindquarters end jiggle and shake. Baltoh had a smile on his case and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her breasts swing every fourth dimension he forced his hammer into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"genus Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the cold pound. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Selene barely felt Baltoh draw out his cock out of her gap pussy.

trousering heavily, he sat back against the wall of the exhibitor."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires Thomas More energy, fighting Masters of Torture or trying to gratify your nympho 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 middling that you didn't get to cum. See, your tool still has plenty of strength left. Don't vexation, baby ; I'll take care of you. You said anal can't beat the good old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can interchange your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his shaft to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the tight halo and Selene whimpered in delight at the tactual sensation of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire peter in between her firm ass cheeks. Gripping his berm, she began raising her lower body and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to manage the huge multitude. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely prat end, helping her ride him like a pogo peg. With his hands on her ass, he was able to finger every glorious ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her soundbox, and he relished the feeling, just as he did the feeling of the soft wet Department of the Interior of her SOB around his cock.

Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting breaker point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his peter and instead straddled it, gyrating her hip joint and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every nook. 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 start coughing it up. The insistency was so telling that Selene's soundbox began to shake as it tried to plow it all.

Dismounting him, Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating cock, sucking up the seed and luscious gustation of her ass while his seed poured out of her back door. Baltoh was struggling to sustain his eyes open, he was so threadbare and the hot water and the impression of Selene hungrily siphoning every drop of sperm cell from his cock wasn't exactly helping him stay awake. He finally was brought back to full alertness as he felt a sudden flare pass of energy nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"master copy ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his animal foot and genus Selene turned off the urine.

Rosemary entered the bathroom just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the exhibitor, and a athirst expression immediately filled her eyes and lined her passably nerve. Shaking her read/write head from side to side, she got down on one knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the shower with a very coy smile on her face, one that instantly made Rosmarinus officinalis wet.

"Rosmarinus officinalis,"Baltoh said, snapping her backrest to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a struggle, it's something else. You really involve to fare see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could cause reached perdition already !"Baltoh fearfully cursed as he rushed past her into the bedroom to retrieve his clothes. Rosemary turned and watched him, but nearly jumped when Selene walked up to her, still with a coy smile. They were mum for a couple seconds, just staring at each other with Rosmarinus officinalis unable to keep her eyes from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"Selene asked with a teasing smile.

Rosemary jerked at the doubtfulness and was unable to answer. 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… expression later,"she whispered seductively while running her hand across Rosemary's cheek and walking past her, leaving the Archangel sputtering from her rush of arousal.

As Selene walked into the bedchamber to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her complete ass, which was swinging from side to side with each footmark like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and rosemary materialized in the nerve center of New House of York, where all of the Archangels were gathered and combining their great power to put a repairing barrier around the urban center. New York itself was shaking wildly and a blackish-blue light was passing between the buildings 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 huge fissures shooting through the city and opening up groovy fissures that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Hell is going on ?"Selene shouted over the roar of the shattering city as cracks ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue light replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the edifice. His centre came to a halt when he saw the blue construction between him and the visible horizon, seeing that the stone shaft that the metropolis had carved into the satellite had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the metropolis was being replaced by empty space with swirling dark-blue lights like the aurora Borealis. As the end of the burrow rose up over the fencing of hellfire and continued to elevate above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the core of the satellite, but instead of sitting in a evaporate moon of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional roadblock and entered the null void between cosmos. They had reached the halfway peak between worldly concern and pit, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of red region continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Inferno, boring through realness itself like burning thermite.

As the derriere of the shaft finally rose up over the tall skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a top dark sky, fully severing New York from Earth like water flooding an submarine crack. Drifting down past the city like fleck of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their expiry and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next layover : Hell."



"We are in serious, serious worry,"Baltoh said with a sigh. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the garden angelica, the chief of police, the city manager, and several former human and Angel Falls representatives in City Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that Master of Torture and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the grounds, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the centre between the world of the living and infernal region, any day now the shaft of stone around the city from the earthly concern's pall will disappear and this city will hover in the naught vacuum between dimensions. Until the opening of the gateway finally annihilates this city, there is nothing to lay off Tenebrous from sending every Master of twisting and heavyweight at us. He doesn't even have to give the club ; they may just lash out on their own."

"I'm not for sure we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll cam stroke every Demon, Gargoyle, and Sinner at us, but after what happened to the last Master of straining and giant, I doubt he will be willing to mail anymore of his most valuable forces. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blow of yours is the one thing we have that can stop them. Unless they can somehow make some indestructible barrier that not even you can break, he won't risk throwing his most powerful follower against that beam."

"It's foreign though, that an entity such as yourself, who has rival stamina and big businessman as a overlord of distortion, is able to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can block it. How is it that you fight at their level and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand armed combat, but you can suddenly wipe them out with energy to spare ? Baltoh, we need to know more than about this proficiency of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The flack has no public figure because it uses neither Archangel nor fiend energy. It is powered solely by the furor and angriness within my heart, and I unleash that ire in a raw burst of power. Its power is dictated by the chroma of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my consistency, which is why the superpower of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my wings to canalise my fad to my anchor ring, which I use as a firing point. former than that, there is zippo else to it."

"draftsmanship Energy Department from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But adequate about that, state me about the forward motion being made in paradise. What information has been found about the can of Cinereo ?"

"Nothing, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is zippo but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a bingle mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the info in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growl of thwarting from Michael.

"You're not the hirer of me Baltoh, no thing how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the elbow room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked eyes with Rosmarinus officinalis and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a gestural command. Rosmarinus officinalis gave a small nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to preserve discussing the logistics and obstruction in their path. In the dark hallway on the powerless City student residence, Rosmarinus officinalis confronted Michael.

"Why did you ask him about his technique ?"she inquired, causing Michael to stop in his tracks.

"What is it to you ?"

"You've seen that blast fired five prison term over the last two workweek, and yet only now do you decide 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 potty of Cinereo. We found a mention of it in a Koran from before the death of Christ."

"What did you find oneself ?"

"It talked about how the Department of Energy of this universe split into two different oftenness and forms after its nascency : the luminosity of Heaven and the shadow of Hades. It said that the only way to cheer the energy of Cinereo is to combine the force out of shadow and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally move around to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the first in existence. I know this Throne of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a freight of bullshit, but if there is the tiniest probability that it Is very, then Baltoh has the greatest opportunity of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute last people I would require to have the powers of a god. He said that the blast he uses is neither darkness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's awry. I think his emotions allow him to bond lighting and swarthiness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either halves of his vim, but of those two half fusing together into a all new form of raw top executive !

He's already on his way to achieving the stool of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow someone like him to get office like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the universe, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hallway, Rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's tail wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my girlfriend, my perfect little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, Master ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course of instruction. And let's just say that Michael has a right to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to order the truth. As a reward, come up up to the bedroom tomorrow night, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the realization that the urban center was halfway to Inferno did not evoke morale ; on the contrary, the fact that they were completely separated from dry land made everyone feel more hopeless and close to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic putz, the citizens of New House of York could at least tell themselves that they still had planet earth around them, but now, that ease was gone. True, they could still receive assist and reenforcement from Heaven, but from this point in time forward, they were completely on their own and away from home, like a space bird that could no longer see or contact Earth.



Baltoh was lying in bed, molly pressed against his left incline and Selene against his rightfulness. All three were naked, with Baltoh's lips bound to Selene's as their glossa danced around each former. While they made out, Molly kissed his thorax and stroked his erection. After half a instant, Selene and mollie switched character, with Baltoh kissing molly and Selene stroking his prick. A soft tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their mouth.

"What the screwing ? Who could that be ?"mollie swore, angry at her rim being pulled from Baltoh's. genus Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the door with his long whip-like tail swishing from face to side. While Baltoh answered the room access, Selene and Molly began to French kiss, with their nude consistency intertwined like the yin yang symbol. At the sound of the creaking threshold, both women turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love life of thraldom and submission, Rosemary, the proud and herculean archangel, came crawling in on all tetrad without any dress on. Her step-in had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his tail wrapped her neck opening like she was a dog on a trinity. In her mind, Rosemary was well-chosen than almost any former time in her life, and her puss was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't occlusive licking her smiling lips through her gag in arousal. Just the feeling of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous adult female 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 Mistresses, so obey their every command,"he said, making rosemary tremble in stimulation at the genial bliss of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at Selene and mollie, who were both smiling and shivering in excitement at being able to diddle with her like a new toy."You fille have fun, I'm going to watch for a footling spell,"he said, releasing his butt from her throat and taking a seat in a professorship by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all fours, she climbed up onto the bed and crouched like she was a subject of a dog show and one of the judges was inspecting her. genus Selene and molly coyly sat up on either slope of Rosemary and began exploring her defenseless body with their mitt, teasingly rubbing her flaccid pelt with their decoration and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the ticklish massage, gnashing on her panties between her dentition. genus Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hands ball into fists from sexual frustration and expectancy. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

lean forward, Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's easy backtalk while Molly began rubbing her hand against her kitty with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The garden angelica purred at the carnal touch, even leaning back to try and get Molly to infix her. Finally, her supplication were answered as molly began working her thumb in her asshole like a small dildo and spitting on the doughnut, using her saliva as lubricating substance in Rosmarinus officinalis's mean anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed Rosmarinus officinalis's scanty 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 pussy on video display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to solve my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior rim and then holding out her index number and finger in front of Rosemary's face, glistening with her oils. Before responding, rosemary shivered in ecstasy as mollie doubled her endeavor with her thumb, as well as fingering her snatch and peppering her downcast book binding and smooth tooshie end with salacious kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her knife between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to search the sassing between her leg. The second gear the tasteless fluid touched her lingua, a tremor of walking on air ran through her body from the sexual realization and symbolism of the taboo act.

"What do you want ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to lick your puss. Please let me, Mistress,"she said softly with her prayer beads beadwork wristbands ticking as she bent her articulatio radiocarpea to comfort the construction soreness.

genus Selene just smiled and splayed her deal, inviting rosemary experience the art of cunnilinctus. With molly now working her quarter round in rosemary's puss while she licked her anus, the Archangel leaned down and kissed the lips of genus Selene's twat like a spiritual artifact. genus Selene gave a soft release of breath in pleasance, enjoying a strange and new horse sense of ascendancy over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a central growling as she laid her helping hand on the top of Rosemary's mind and gently pushed down.

Five feet away, Baltoh was watching with a grinning and an erection hard and warm enough to hit a baseball. The scene before him was driving him wild with sexual thirst and inflammation : the rolling of genus Selene's glossa across her rim as she shifted her head from side to side in walking on air, the whine of pleasure being given off my rosemary as she feasted on another char's incision for the first sentence in her life, and the image of mollie's question buried between Rosemary's precious ass cheeks as she worked her tongue back and Forth in her anus.

peal over, mollie lied down on her rear and moved her head between Rosemary's ramification. Raising her read/write head, she flicked her knife around velvet-textured opening of Rosmarinus officinalis's slit, sending shivers of happiness through her pallid bare body. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosemary's pussy and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would rive out her digit and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give me a kiss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes fancy woman,"she replied with a hungry smile. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, rosemary began kissing her consistency first.

decision making to exercise the prevailing role that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her tomentum and raised her head."Did I say you could touch me ?"

In the background, Molly's failed attack at trying not to giggle were obvious and well audible. Selene was the Saami, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully hilarious this was.

"No Mistress,"she panted, feeling a euphoric constriction in her thorax at being scolded.

"Am I going to suffer to punish you ?"

"Yes kept woman, please punish me."

mollie and genus Selene switched places with Rosmarinus officinalis staying on her paw and knee. Molly against the headboard with an iniquity grin on her fount and genus Selene sat behind Rosmarinus officinalis, running her hand across the woman's easygoing arse end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in prevision. Swinging her manus, Selene smacked Rosemary's ass.

"Oh yes ! punish me, Mistress !"she yelped as a syncope red welt appeared on her adolescent rear end.

Molly's second joint shook as she resisted the itch to clamp her peg together against the affectionate ticklish tingle at the sound of Rosemary's well-chosen cry. The contort expression of pleasance and hurting in her sweet grimace was driving her wild with juicy desires. Selene ran her tongue across her decoration and fingers as if licking off a pleasant-tasting sense of taste, and then with her hired man wet, she smacked Rosemary's other ass cheek, leaving a standardised wale and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Archangel.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and molly watched intently as genus Selene punished Molly, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in delight. By the metre she was done, Rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid state arousal trickled down her legs, drop by drop.

"rich person you learned your lesson ?"genus Selene asked, swinging her paw to ease the aching insect bite in the cheek endings. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a perfumed smile, Selene ran her hand across rosemary's ass, up her dorsum, and then lifted Rosemary's chin so that she was looking up at the coal black goddess with an barren aspect on her face.

"Aw, cherubic child. Here, let mama make everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left cheek. The easygoing dessert touching was like ice cream after a spicy dinner to Rosmarinus officinalis, and she licked her lips from the sensual taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a honorable girl. Now, indicate me what you learned and take up kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lips with her legs spread and a thirsty ‘ come hither'feeling in her middle. Making sure not to touch her, Rosemary crawled over to mollie, holding herself over her while the golden-haired Angel ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and firm breasts. Lowering her font, Rosmarinus officinalis gently brushed her lips against mollie's, relishing the observational touch and tone of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"molly whispered as she blew on rosemary's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this time swishing her tongue between mollie's cushy lips. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own tongue into the Archangel's wet lip, licking every quoin and inviting Rosmarinus officinalis deeper into the kiss. In a subject of seconds, they were French kissing like a pair of erotica stars on ecstasy. Their tongues were wrapped around each other 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 instant of gazing upon their make-out session, Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three charwoman holding their faces against each former as their sassing and knife flirted in a wet sensual hug. While they kissed, mollie and Selene began fingering each early while Rosemary worked her fingers between her own legs. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum beginning to ooze from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lap my pussycat ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosemary nodded and turned around on top of molly, getting into the 69-position. As Rosemary began going down on mollie, molly smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet clapping auditory sensation and watching as the wavelet traveled through her consistency. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her brain, inviting her to sample Rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her booster, then positioned over her so that she could set about licking Rosemary's pussy and bunghole, succulently working her natural language in the delectable orifices. While Rosmarinus officinalis ate out molly and Selene ate out rosemary, molly contended herself with just laying her read/write head back and relishing the bliss, while she reached out knead Selene's cocksucker with her middle fingerbreadth, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a wide-eyed grin as Rosemary's hums and soft groan of pleasure began to hire a higher and louder timbre. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew encompassing and wider as rosemary's groan signaled the sexual climax like the beeping timer of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled scream of seventh heaven into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a vast splash of clean orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and bureau of Selene and molly. They both jerked back, eyes wide with a feel on their faces like a pair of big cat playing with a water balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"Rosemary whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of molly's tit, hungrily sucking on mollie's mammilla and making her buff purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more than, genus Selene began working her finger quickly in Rosemary's loosened snatch, trying to reignite the sexual climax before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her second, completely soaking Selene and mollie in another spray of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"Selene laughed as she rubbed the juices into her skin 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 neck set and her butt in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her facial expression, the Archangel loving the notion of Selene's full firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her athirst scream increased in loudness as mollie and Selene both began orally pleasuring her pussy and asshole.

With their persistence and acquisition, the two Angels brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a third orgasm in criminal record time. genus Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosemary's back talk, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her oral fissure assailable with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her nerve, chest and tum. Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky happiness as the nebulizer soaked her like a rain shower, oiling her body in the woman's orgasmic juices. Selene then leaned down and began sucking on Rosmarinus officinalis's small breasts, slurping up the membrane of fluid and soaking her mamilla with saliva.

As the jet ceased, molly rubbed Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the juice before rubbing them on her own body and giving her silky shape as glorious shine. With their naked bodies slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like seal while kissing, fingering, and groping each other in rampantly lust. mollie and Rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her tit in their sucking lips while they each worked their fingers in her welcoming kidnapping. Watching them, Baltoh could not quit pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his tool. He could no longer make it ; he needed to feel them.

With his dick standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his infantry and walked over to the bed. All three women were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked bodies wet with the new little girl's juices like body oil. rosemary and molly each used their fingers to circularize Selene's kitty lips and invite him, with all three women lying at the edge of the bed. Standing above them, Baltoh leaned down and locked lips with Selene, kissing her and letting her know that she was the only woman there to him while he entered her. Her slit was so surface and willing for the incursion, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

Selene's loudly gasp escaped through their joined lip and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep strokes. While genus Selene was fucked, Molly and rosemary continued lustfully sucking on her teat and slathering her melon vine breasts with their tongues, while they reached across her monotone belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up fastness, Selene was unable to maintain their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the succeeding several minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his mouth up and down her cervix, lovingly kissing her piano kin.

Before too long, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a turn and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her Quaker's side with her bountiful breast and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering mollie in a single confident cause. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending wavelet through her hourglass body and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sounds of her ass impertinence against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such power that she could not breathe, mollie shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as Selene motor boated her tits like nymphomaniac.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her legs bed cover and her center filled with desire, yearning to again feel a fair sex's lingua between the lips of her twat. molly hungrily obliged, burying her face between rosemary's slim second joint and imbibing in her juice as if dying from drying up. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked Molly's ass and fucked Selene with his tail, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosmarinus officinalis in that church.

When he finally decided to deplume out of molly, Rosemary was quick to crawl over to him and start out sucking him off, eager to exploit any opportunity to both taste the blonde beauty's succus and ingest his cock in her mouth. Once she had licked him strip, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to start riding him, while pulling her over with his stern around her throat. Rosemary gave a soft whine of happiness at the mental feeling of his bureau weighing down on her. The power in his spokesperson and the meanness of his tail around her soft pharynx was so tyrannous, she even felt revere towards him, and that fear drove her wild with arousal. Moving onto his lap, rosemary gave the smallest of groan as she lowered her flyspeck body onto his putz.

Her Lester Willis Young shape shakiness, 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 broken dead body as she fucked him. Helping her drive his turncock, he wrapped his bum around her pectus and berm like a harness, using his muscles in the tentacle-like appendage to raise her and leave out her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her pocket-size yet buoyant breasts.

With his brawny calendar method, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old Faithful ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her delight. Blinking to assoil his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as Selene and molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest of drawers. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosmarinus officinalis onto his face, sucking on her flabby wet insides while Selene mounted him. With her binding to him on all four-spot, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's cock into her ass.

Lifting her soundbox, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's cock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pontius Pilate. With her boob bouncing like round of golf punching bags, Selene's rich oink from the mill of her dickhead by Baltoh's pecker were unify with blissful moan as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade lips of her snatch. The tertiary material body of pleasance came from Rosmarinus officinalis. With genus Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck and shoulders, worshipping her flawless body while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first of all orgasm and dismounted Baltoh so that she could thrash the oil from her ass off his putz. As Selene gluttonously sucked his prick, Baltoh released Rosmarinus officinalis from his seat, wordlessly telling her to pleasure Selene. Rosmarinus officinalis quickly moved off his now wet face, eager to appease her Master and satisfy her schoolmarm. No longer pinned down by Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all fours with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, athirst manifestation on her side. Spreading her ass cheeks with one script and hefting with manhood with the former, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in decent and deep,"she said coyly as he buried his total prick in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to fit his bulging pecker, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. Molly's all consistency shook with each deep thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the farthest corner of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his face and smiled. While mollie was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two fair sex were grinding their pussies together and moaning at the kinky touch of their soft back talk making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the apparent movement the four riot members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of flop. Throughout the frame, shtup and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden pieces were separating. As the group continued moving harder and faster, the whole chassis became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of Molly, all three fair sex turned to him like cat hearing the opening of a can of food, and like cats hearing the porta of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their oral fissure. Molly was the dissipated, quickly turning around and claiming his prick with her lips and spit. But in all fair-mindedness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his derriere around her articulatio talocruralis and lifted her leg, granting him admittance to her anus. While the stead made it hard, he was able-bodied to enter her and begin taking a dumb yet truelove pace of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few indorsement to get used to the locating before he took his usual machinegun rhythm, hammering her ass with almost brutal speed. Rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their sass locked and knife dancing. At the end of the chain, Selene was working her finger's breadth in Molly's asshole, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your altogether hand in my ass,"molly groaned as Selene managed to work four finger's breadth in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening fingers, licking them clean of Molly's wetness while her shit sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her fingerbreadth, adding her ovolo. Molly's breathing became weighed down and she groaned as she tried to accept her lover's hand. Not slowing down, genus Selene worked her entire script into Molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet effeminacy for her interior. She slowly retracted her hand and again licked it clean. Contracting her cheeks, she spat out a large glob of spittle into her fingers and then smeared around the entering the Interior Department, making Molly hum in kinky euphory. Selene reinserted her hand, this clip 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 assistant but watch in astonishment as Selene fisted her friend, working her deal in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the deepest turning point of molly's asshole, with mollie on her hands and knee and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Master, I'm about to cum again !"Rosmarinus officinalis whined, regaining Baltoh's attention and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in mollie's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

mollie smiled and lowered her head down so that her shit was pointing straight up, gaping like a wellspring. With her unharmed body shaking from the oncoming coming and the anal pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over post, grinding her quickly-moistening pussy against mollie's gaping arse. genus Selene was lying with her head between Molly's thigh with her mouth open, waiting to catch any bead that came her way. Her ebony tree organic structure shook with each muscular poke Baltoh made into her pussy, fucking her with all his strength and loving the impression of her warm soft interior. rosemary was biting her lip and giving a sharp whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to fulfil everyone and bring Forth River another spray.

The group's patience was rewarded once Rosemary had her climax, pairing it with a childish scream of happiness as a splashing of climactic juice sprayed from between the petal rim of her pussy like the popping of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless drops landed on her face and in her oral fissure 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 sexy affair that has ever happened to me,"mollie whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just hold,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids deep into her consistence and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, make love my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosemary as lubricator to move through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the rocky seas, Rosmarinus officinalis stood beside him, running her hand across his pectus and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, Selene was hungrily licking molly's bit and drinking the juices that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful music of her orgasm, Baltoh fucked mollie for ten straight minutes without slowing down or stopping to becharm his breather. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to lick her asshole fairly and Selene took his rooster in her mouth, sucking on it with relish. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another coming and spraying genus Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a grinning on her aspect and rub it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's hired hand, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the scape of his cock while she chewed on her lip in anticipation and gripped his shoulders. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the lenient wet lips and get in decent and deeply. With Baltoh's cock right field where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her pelvis, swinging her lower body so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her pussy like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished Venetian red table, genus Selene's stave ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each apparent movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

belongings Selene in his blazonry, Baltoh sat up with her soundbox perpendicular to his, her legs wrapped around his body and her manpower looking for something to cling to. Holding her but with his weapon, he began moving her whole torso like a knocker, slamming her firm ass against his lap and fucking her overnice and abstruse, drawing forth moan of pleasance with her angelic voice as he brought her so close to having another climax that just the excitement and prediction was driving her more wild than an existent one.

After a poop of an 60 minutes, he sensed that it was once again clock time to switch shoes. Gently lowering her down, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to molly and Rosemary, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up style with her leg around his waist and her puss elevated.

Entering her with perfect aim, he began moving his body in a Wave, sending a pendulous ripple through his wooden leg and spine to pull out out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minutes, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her lesbian buff and began kissing Selene's consistence, idolizing her beautiful grade. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the opinion of molly's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was time to switch places.

He rolled off of Rosmarinus officinalis and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. mollie's consistency shook as Baltoh's pecker stuffed her slit to its uttermost capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her pelvic arch so that he would have room to maneuver. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her shriek in surprisal and happiness as he moved faster than any homo could. With her body stationary, genus Selene and Rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her nipple, pulling on them with their lips and bathing them with their tongues. After five proceedings, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his turncock into her anus. mollie's groan took a often lower and deeper hum as he began fucking her mother fucker with almost brutal speed, driving straight up into her shapely dead body without pause or hesitation.

After he gave Molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and rolled on his side, where he was instantly besieged by the cock-whore Rosemary, desperate for another anal pounding. Like before, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but powerful gait. molly had her neck knack between Rosemary's diffuse legs and was licking the corner of her puss with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her deal across his body while he sucked on her breasts.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was capable to fuck rosemary at wide focal ratio, but in order to keep this beat going, he had to turn his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking Rosmarinus officinalis, Selene lied down behind him, holding her torso against his with her forehead pressed against the rachis of his neck. She had momentarily lost the desire for piece of ass, and now wanted nothing more than to feel Baltoh against her in a sleep together embrace.


As Rosemary soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal heftiness trying to expel his prick. Upon its removal, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his stopcock in her oral fissure. While Rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her lingua and lips, Baltoh became aware of Selene holding onto him for dearest life. Through their spot, he could feel her emotions, her do it desperation. The sexual impulse he had built up had slowed, the fervidness extinguished. As if Rosmarinus officinalis wasn't even there, he pulled is hammer from her piano sass and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the lips, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his hand against her liquid cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a firm but tedious pace. She was clawing at his back, ineffective to leave a mark on his steely tegument as he touched all the right berth at the perfect speed and in flawless succession in a way that only a true fan could. Watching them, Molly had a warm smile on her fount from her envy of their relationship. She knew that the mankind they were in was all there own, and she should let them replenish their amorous concealment for a piffling bit. She then looked at Rosemary and giggled at the feel of rejection of hunger for tending on her brass.

swathe her arms around rosemary, he pulled her aside to will half of the bed to the two buff."seed here sweetheart, let me point you why 69 is my favorite number."



Three hr and dozens of orgasms later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis, and mollie were scattered across the bed with the plane tangled. The bed itself was now on the flooring since the anatomy had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, most of which came from Rosmarinus officinalis. seed was EVERYWHERE. The bulwark had been painted, the roof splattered, and the cleaning woman drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to actuate and the pussies and asses of the three cleaning lady 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 foresightful shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked nerve off his chest.

"And some crutches,"molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the swelling, bruises, and friction burns.

"And a confession,"rosemary finished as she tried to free her hands from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any destiny in finding information on the can of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an billet construction rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lies and delusions we find on that blasphemous affront, the better."

"Damn it, will you just get over this feud you have with him already !"

"I'll never trust him. As long as Demon blood runs through his vena, he is the greatest threat to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the Throne of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then thing will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how citizenry are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, oracle, or messiah, yet I hear mutterings about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject field of a craze following and there is no way to quit it. We are hanker past the use of retention wipes, the drape has been lifted on the world. Now, it is not Jahweh the people are seeing behind that mantle, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The side by side night…

"victor, what are you doing ?"rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the city of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the surface, the space above and around the city was duskiness with dim swirling lights like a faint aurora, underneath the urban center, the flaming of Hell rising up through the zero nothingness between attribute was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of fire and heat were pounding the jolting island that the city was sitting on without pause like the jerky sea on a beach cliff. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titans and headmaster of straining. I know we would normally get holy person acting as lookouts, but we can't afford letting one of those thing get to the surface, not for a single arcsecond. If one of them comes, I'll frighten them off with one of my blasts,"he said without taking his eyes off of the burning storm below them.

Before Rosemary could answer, a chorus of holler as loud as the Krakatau eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their spike."Speak of the Devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fuel one of his blasts.

As his halo began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his enemies came into view in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New House of York with line of descent lust. The initiative was a colossal milliped with the diameter of the Empire body politic building and a body well over two miles long. It had one bully blackness eye and a mouth filled with scimitar-like fang. The second gear resembled a moth but with large hefty legs, jagged annexe spraying toxicant gas, a mat of quill instead of fur, and motor horn in blank space of its feeler. The third gear looked like a triceratops but with much retentive and more pliable limbs, long claws and carnivorous fangs, and a pair of fender. The fourth looked like an bird of Jove with its face hidden by a bone helmet and every extension as sharply and hard as a steel razor. The fifth part had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with extension burning with black flame and was just as large and herculean as any Titan.

With a bellow of purpose, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming giant, using only as much great power as a hydrogen bomb, a bare fraction of its full big businessman. The Titans all dodged the blast with ease and came to a stop, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : plough back. If you come near this urban center, I swear I will unleash every drop of zip I have in a single attack !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede titan hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the start motion will look oblivion ! A couple of you might be able-bodied to dodge, but the others will die ! Which of you is will to induce that ritual killing ?"he roared with a diabolic growling in his throat.

The heavyweight all shied away at his threat, giving one last vindictive roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



Selene was lying in the bed of their repaired hotel room, moaning as she scissored Molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from sentry go duty, but when her ally and gay woman lover showed up with null to do and bored out of her mind, it didn't take much to trigger a quickly fling. With their soft wet cunt grinding and kissing each early, both charwoman cried out in felicity as they had their final sexual climax and fell backwards, their organic structure trembling and their boob heaving.

heaving heavily, Molly disengaged from genus Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while Molly kissed Selene's neck opening, making her purr and hum from the balmy touch.

"My, you sure are lovesome today,"genus Selene mused.

molly stopped kissing her and became silent."genus Selene, you know that I love you right ? I truly do love you."

With a small smile, Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against Molly's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's haywire ?"

Her ally and sapphic buff 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 erotic love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's chemical reaction would be.

Selene just gained a panoptic warm smile and cupped Molly's impudence."That's wonderful, when did this start ?"

"right after that outset battle, I asked Baltoh to make love to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me venture, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed strong feelings for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"Well we've been talking a lot since our first base tierce so I've gotten to know him, not to advert he is the absolute swell lover I've ever had. Listen, I know that you'll always be the one that he cares about the most, but I just wish I could consume what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a contention between us, I just want us all to be happy together."

genus Selene leaned forward and kissed her."William Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar feelings for you, then you and I will be equals in this relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as Hell not going to stop inviting you to link us. We may even get rosemary to join our niggling family, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a sigh filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two women then leaned forward and kissed, letting their back talk join over and over again in a wet synergistic James Bond while they ran their workforce across each former's nude bodies and their erect nipples brushed against each early over and over again. A sudden whoosh of air drew their attention and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my lady friend ?"he asked with a grinning as he stepped inside.

"Molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her friend in the spotlight.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's words, mollie got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a throbbing hard-on as he looked at her beautiful delectable body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"molly began, drawing his tending back to her. He looked deep into her center, noting the jumpiness on her cheek. It was just like that time on the ceiling 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 love me just as you and I love her. I don't forethought if you love her to a greater extent than me. I don't care if she is your favorite. I just want you to love me too."

Baltoh held his breather and looked at genus Selene, who had only a ardent smile on her face. Baltoh took a deep breath and looked back at mollie with uncertainty on his typeface."I'm sorry, but I can't love 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 Kuki-Chin and looked into her oculus with a small-scale but warm smile,"that doesn't mean value I don't love you, in a completely unique way and in the adhesiveness that only you and I could share."

Molly lit up like a Christmas tree and with genus Selene watching them with the same smile she would induce while watching the happy ending of a beloved story, she and Baltoh wrapped their arms around each former and held a long passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their lips finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. get on, I'm horny !"genus Selene laughed.

With a standardized girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her nude consistency next to Selene's. Giving a affectionate grin, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the adjacent two hebdomad, battles raged endlessly between the legions of Heaven and perdition in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no more captain of torment attacked the city, obeying Tenebrous'cautious will. However, they were not protected from knave Titans attacking on their own. A total of six expectant behemoths attacked the city over the class of the military blockade, each clock time needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's furor blasts. The protector were lucky that Tenebrous had the dedication and obedience of the mass of the Titans, because if they all decided to assault at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clash, the human and backer population would take a laboured toll. to a greater extent and more people were being recruited to fight back the demonic threat as bodies were burned and bump off friends and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete hobo camp of New York, it was impossible for bodies to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy fire until not even ash remained. The city streets were sticky with dried profligate and reeked from the smell of buttered carcass, and just keeping some sense of sanitisation was requiring as much endeavor as healing and repairing. If the decreasing numbers had a silver lining it was that there were at least LE backtalk to feed.

After the battle against the Master of anguish and his Titan mount, the masses viewed Baltoh in a new light and his message of appeal was taken literally among a large population of the human and Angel inhabitants. In the established tax shelter scattered throughout the city, countless small clusters of people could be found grouped together, all praying not to God or the Angels, but to Baltoh himself, as their new savior. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the savior of the Earth in the chaotic metre.

To Baltoh, this meant zero. He did not handle if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them prophylactic from the armies of dark and fighting iniquity. In between conflict, when he wasn't healing the injured and repairing building, he was spending time and making love with Selene or mollie, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesome, though a great deal of the clip, the two of them were insinuate without Selene and molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing touch sensation and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive alteration in so short of time could easily be considered a miracle.



The oppressive aura of a Titan-level Demon woke Baltoh up from his restless sleep. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, genus Selene's optic bolted spread as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two devotee quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel way balcony, taking flight of stairs. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his chest as he sensed multiple entities approaching the pits, all Masters of Torture and Titans. Was it potential that Tenebrous had given the gild for them all to attack ? Was he or one of the Princes of Hell leading them ? Was everybody about to die ?

New York suddenly began to shake as great fissure cracks opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with tongues of crimson fire leaping out. Falling into the abyss, boastfully sections of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a hole between the metropolis and Hell. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen smutty flying lizard rose up from the fire, each as magnanimous as the two-headed wildcat that had attacked New House of York before. Their scales looked like they were carved from obsidian glass and were just as sharp, their nipper were an eerie and sickening shade of white similar to the face of a corpse, their red eyes glowed like balefire, liquid shadow flames dripped from their prodigious fangs instead of spit, and their expansive wings were devoid of membrane, yet allowed them to levitate. Riding on the book binding of each dragon giant like a flee on a dog stood a Master of Torture, each identical in appearance and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is impossible. Even if I were to use one of my blasts, there is no way I would be able to wipe out More than a duo before the rest learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of cold atomic number 80 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 fiber of his being to conquer his own terror. He had to be strong, he had to brave, and he had to keep scrap for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the confidence he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Archangels at the bank of the river, already having summoned four promise Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were mollie and all of the backer, knowing that their metier would be needed. However, instead of beginning their siege on the city, the Masters of torture just hovered in station on their mounts, as if just waiting for something.

A minute of arc passed before Baltoh had the courage to speak up."Are you here to fight or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the stop where it had turned into a celestial sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a fear in the world.

"What appearance ?"Selene asked.

"I'm dead reckoning you don't know the date. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you fuck what happened exactly one month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end 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 figure out a way to end the madness.

"The fireworks should start in three… two… one."

Upon his countdown, the fence of Hellfire around New York flared upwards like a gas explosion, illuminating the city and shooting upwards as it began to throw off wildly. Back on ground, the dome of fateful smoke around where New York had been, the hold up roadblock keeping the forcefulness of hell back, began to open up while the Hell flames surged up the shaft of light carved into the major planet like a lamp chimney fervency. A jam opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacancy, the air and red region was dragged out with an ear-splitting hiss, almost like a heavyweight steam jet. A drape of burning swarm began to flesh out outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the globe with black lightning crepitation and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their human knee, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to paradise, for this was not the Day of perspicacity prophesized in the Bible of Revelations. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the forces of darkness. In every land across the globe, people began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to save their person as the wall between globe and blaze opened up.

As the dome up on Earth opened up like a blossoming flush, the city of New House of York began to crumble away into limbo as it entered the universe of Hell, being burned away like a meteoroid passing through terra firma's atmosphere. Out in the outskirts, construction and city blockage were falling away into Hell with tidal undulation of bloody fervidness surging upwards in their blank space. The city itself was being consumed by the inferno as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knee, cursing themselves and fate."We failed, the forces of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the mankind. We were supposed to protect the universe and all animation on every satellite, 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 tears streaming down his face.

His completely body numb, Baltoh looked over to genus Selene, who was crying with her face in her hands. mollie was holding her tightly, and she too had bout running down her expression. The auditory sensation of Selene's tearful sobs pierced his heart like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any strong-arm combat injury could. He stepped over to her and Molly moved aside, letting him kiss Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening streaks on her cheeks.

"Always call up that everything I did was out of love for you. I love you Selene, you gave me a heart, and even though I was already half-Archangel, it was you that turned me to the light."

"What are you going to do ?"

Baltoh turned around and walked away, spreading his flank and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to gamble everything and challenge fate,"he said, placing his helping hand on the iron hamper and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will vote out you !"Raffaello Santi shouted.

"I know ! But the power boost may be just enough to let me change the berth ! If I can't seal the portal site, I can at least try to slow it down and take away as many daemon as I can with me !"

He hooked his digit underneath the beaded cords and metal bond paper, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became heavy with vim and drew the care of the Masters of Torture. 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 split those alliance !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never admit evilness 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 care ragdolls as a geyser of melanise and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his dampen bonds. A wave of power surged out from his physical structure like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the reason for dear aliveness, Selene and the Archangels looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling crack of powerfulness. Over the sound of wave after wave of Energy Department surging out from him, everyone could find out Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as power swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the Masters of Torture were being held in the clutch pedal of their titan mounts, having been caught when the surge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing tornado of might, filled with terror as the luminosity and dark zip of the whirlpool fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a spin gas explosion.

"That energy, it's not potential ! He fused Archangel and Demon powers together into a all new force !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street mail service so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosemary was able-bodied to reply the doubtfulness in her judgement. ‘ The breaking of the shackle and rosary concatenation, they are releasing so much mightiness in his body that they are being forced to adhesiveness together, like gas being compacted to the full stop of becoming a liquid ! It's not potential ; his torso should have been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure and mass of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his trammel and his rosary astragal, it's like they are canceling out each early's negative affects and leaving him whole ! His king 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 transcend past his— ‘

eventide her inner thoughts were silenced as the tornado of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensity and completely consuming it. The great fiery deluge of power continued to grow, surging upwards through the nothingness between property and crashing against the barrier between the world of the support and Hell. Like the hellfire before it, the neo-silver vim coursed down the doorway carved into the dry land, moving through the dick in the mantelpiece and crust like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the process of evacuating the field formerly around New York to get by the crop-dusting blaze flames, but they were stopped abruptly in their tracks as the remnants of the dome of grim smoke shattered like chicken feed and a brilliant gale of power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of miles per second, the twisting torrent of zip consumed the landscape painting, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in blank, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of Inner Light wrapped around the DoS of New York, New England, the easterly seashore, all of America, and the entire western sandwich cerebral hemisphere, all while increasing in pinnacle as well and reaching up into place. In less than a instant, the Earth and the gyrating mogul eruption looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across Earth, tectonic plateful grinded against each early wildly and disfigured the outer layers of the major planet, the sea formed roll tidal Wave across its surface, and the cloud became outstanding spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their existence and Negro golf hole became like pearls as they were bombarded by more than free energy they could absorb. Around the globe, the flaming clouds of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing auroras of light and power surging out from the towering deluge like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. People continued praying but at new amphetamine and with fresh passion, believing this to be the body of work of a god. For the offset time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to block out the blinding light, Selene held onto the ground for pricey aliveness as wave after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so close to Baltoh, like his side was and in from hers and their lip were just above to touch. bout streaked her face, but she did not jazz why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my dearest,"she whispered.

In the very spirit of the violent storm, Baltoh continued his vociferation of exertion as he tried to work on everything that was happening to him. The speciality and power he felt flooding his eubstance and idea were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original loanblend office to this would be like comparing the energy of a lit wax light to the gamma ray burst of the death of a star. While unlimited king entered his eubstance, knowledge and reason flooded his psyche, bringing forth omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully sympathize what was happening and the transformation that was taking property.

In Heaven and Hell, Jehovah and Tenebrous looked up in shock, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their conference, one with be if not heavy world power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new Z deity, one who would vary the status quo in a way that the three creation had never before experienced, filling them both with wonder and dread.

Finally, the neon-silver supernova receded and calmed, collapsing in on itself and being reabsorbed into Baltoh. With their whole bodies shaking, everyone got to their feet blinked repeatedly to mend their eyesight and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the Archangels fell to their stifle, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a strong-arm shift with the unconscious process. His clothes had gone from non-white grey to a deep bluing, his drab hair had become blond, and his picket skin colour had become a healthy tan. His claws were gone, having been replaced with small alloy plates that protruded from his human body and covered his knuckles and vertebral column of his fingers and bridge player like tiles. His tail was also missing. Instead of horns or a anchor ring, he had a miniature extragalactic nebula rotating above his head. His four wings had fused together into a hooded trench coating, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering show of the world, with the wiz, nebulae, and lustrous cloud of dust and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a window looking at space itself. Last but not least, his eyes had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver pack, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her vocalisation trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most warmly and passive reflexion to ever cross her expression, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her eubstance from the genial palsy her trouble had inflicted and filling her with relief and happiness. He then began to take the air over to her, with every step he took causing the dry land around him to shiver and for a delicate rich hum to be heard, like the sound 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 brain was overpowered by the joy of a G cooccurring climax, while a projection of the parturition of the population and all of its history was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your question ?"he whispered when her backtalk finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the joy end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his blazon with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it potential ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his vocalism weak.

With his smiling widening, Baltoh separated from genus Selene and stood up. His fan 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 original of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his steel in hand.

With a flagitious roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's head, but before it even made link, the Demon was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in electric shock in awe as an invisible force-out cast the Master of Torture aside with his physical structure vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the almighty warrior without even acknowledging his cosmos. It was as if by universal law, beings not of Baltoh's point of divinity were forbidden to touch him without his allowance, and the God Almighty Master of Torture had just realized the punishment for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone require more trial impression ?"

"Retreat !"one of the Masters of anguish howled before leaping onto the back of his shadow tartar and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his familiar desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosemary asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would take into account me to attain the crapper of Cinereo ; I was fully prepared to die just then. By combining the exponent of shadow and light together into a single almighty force, it seems I was able-bodied to transcend into a in high spirits being and achieve the mantle of a god. Here, let me evince you."

He snapped his finger's breadth and everyone fell to their articulatio genus as New House of York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the nullity at breakneck speeds. Without any passage, the empty blank space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone dick that the city had carved when it sank through the globe. As it rose, the spear below it closed like a wound and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the airfoil, the urban center slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue angel clear sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their shelter and looked at the sky and the white swarm, listened to the sound of the river fill back up, and smelled the unused air. As one, every human and holy person raised their hired hand and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and sin is once again unanimous and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no heller or Gargoyle may ever baffle over, even if summoned by humans. Never again shall the legions of infernal region be any threat to this universe or its life history forms. The barrier between this universe and Heaven has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or Jehovah may enter this realm or Hell without my permit. As the Celestial Avatar, their powers can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to conceive 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 demand to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to Hell and return it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of Hell is to punish the wicked in the figure of justness, not serve as the agony dungeon of existence and house and raise the forces of immorality. Tenebrous and his infernal legions have corrupted underworld with their morose ambitiousness 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 mightiness to do it and bring in 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 soft kiss."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"Molly said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a recondite breath and pulled off the crucifix around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my fondness, my loyalty, and my allegiance. From this tip forward, I am not an archangel of YHVH, but a servant of the Celestial embodiment,"she said, drawing harsh glares and gasps disbelief from her former coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his side.

Gabriel cracked a grinning."There is no way I'll wildness Maker and I'm certainly not going to osculate you, but I will join you for this final seeking. tally me in."He said, walking over to him and shaking his hand.

"If there is a place where I am needed, then that is where I shall go. I shall fight by your side in pit,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the former Archangels gave exchangeable call option of understanding as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was class from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the last time you draw you're blade. Don't you want it to happen while fighting side by side with your acquaintance ?"Baltoh asked with a smiling, holding out his manus. Several bit passed by, with only the wind and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's hand."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the coast of the Isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a flat sea of red region, burning for eternity and stretching Forth without moulding. Above them was a sky filled solely with reddened clouds and black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the innocent landscape painting of the isle of the Damned lay burning domain, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead trees, and 1000000 of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and sinner of sin, all in the most roughshod and cruel mode possible. But no matter how much the people suffered, they would not die or even drop off consciousness. Their bodies would stay to revitalize instantly so that they could continue to hurt.

Among the multitude being tortured and used like slaves, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and Sinners. With rusty swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their freedom against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptical landscape painting in concern and brat while desperately trying to escape from pain in the neck, if only for a poor time.

"Oh my god, this is atrocious,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's handwriting and trying not to regurgitate or cry.

"These are the Burning pastureland of the islet of the Damned, the first zone of Hell. 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 go souls fighting in and endless and hopeless war in monastic order to head for the hills their badgering and penalty. Considering how this is always a field of honor, it's not surprising that it is also component part of the round of Wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many prisoners here, clean-handed 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 Department of Justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading legion Summoning !"he called with his spokesperson carrying across the isle of the Damned.

Down on the shores of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of thou of causa of armor began to materialise, made of glistening blue metal and indestructible atomic number 47 that glowed like the headliner. Protruding from their rear were heavy wings that seemed to be made out of Mercury while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as auto and consisted of a retentive crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two degree, parallel to the sticker of the blade. The weapon was designed to be held with both hands far apart, for a powerful offense and defense.

"What are those ? I've never seen a spell like that performed,"Rosemary asked in wonder.

"They are my Crusaders, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the great power of the cosmos. Cinereo is the universe from which Heaven and inferno budded off from and its push was both the architect and materials from which Archangel and ogre go were formed. Having acquired the Throne of Cinereo, I now have the might to create new celestial spells."

Without anyone interior of them, the causa of armor marched across the burning field of honor in formation. Echoing throughout the Isle of the Damned, their synchronized footfalls shook the ground and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like machines without mercy, swinging their monumental blades and carving through osseous tissue and shape with informality. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every time they came upon a homo somebody, they would scan the someone to describe whatever it was that had banished that person to Hell, and if the person received their time through a severe crime like rape, thieving, fornication, or inequitable murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only guilty of lowly harmless sinning, then the suits of armor would open up like blossoming flowers and envelope the prisoner. Fused with the suit of clothes of armor, the condemned soul would be given great strength and power, even beyond Archangels. With this new strength, the captive became the new Crusaders.

A keen shadow filled the crimson sky as an U. S. Army of fiend appeared, bringing forward conjuring graveyard and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly summon thousands of Gargoyles and sinner to recapture the prisoners of Hell. With this new challenge, the Crusaders began to pick of velocity. Half of them took flight while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud hollo echoed from deep within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as heavyweight and Bleaks began to arise. They were of all eccentric, creeds, and conformation, ranging from black flying dragon, demonic birds, bloodcurdling dirt ball, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged wildcat with grievous strong-arm device characteristic, and countless other animals that were large enough to tread a city and were adorned with horrifyingly fiendish appearances.

With a gingersnap of his finger, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the Archangels, as well as Selene and molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their lawsuit of armor as it wrapped around them like Urania flytraps. Unlike the freed prisoner below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding mask and a futuristic bike helmet, with their gloriole burning in the center of a large golden powerhouse that hovered above their headway, something that the others did not give birth.

Their armor also had a much sleeker and more form-fitting figure, with gold facing every plate and an emblazoned crossing on the dresser plate. On top of liquidness metal anatomy, each part and collection plate fit together like reptilian scales but with wax solid protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armor had a certain massiveness, while the fair sex's armour was more slender and flexible, while still consisting of large solid plates. Hanging sheathed from their whack were their steel, each remade with nifty strength and cutting mogul.

For Molly, rosemary, and Selene, there armor was even Thomas More unique. Instead of being consumed by a golden fireball, their halos had been completely replaced with miniature solar system, quite standardized to the entire miniature galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a tangible egg-sized superstar and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one direction and five going in the other. While retaining their amber liner, the plates of their armor had changed in color, switching from pearly-white white to a very bass and drear blue and decorated with patterns of minor diamond that looked like wiz. Instead of a cross like the others, their chest of drawers plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal summit : two eternity symbols overlapping at the shopping centre perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. terminal but not least, their wings themselves had gained a new form, gaining a mercury tissue layer in place of their feather.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armor in amazement, feeling their office levels skyrocket. Selene, mollie, and Rosmarinus officinalis were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your f number, strong point, and power up beyond my onetime level. see it a talent, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. genus Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to become my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the powerfulness of the population and elements as your spells, and cognition of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancement, I believe I can leave these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his finger's breadth, to a greater extent than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a Brobdingnagian flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in land, as if the world's most powerful atomic bomb calorimeter had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and lumbering signified of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Satan, the first of all snake pit Prince and castor of judgment upon the new arriver. Oh look, here he comes now. Don't worry, I'll make it quick, just make sure you take tare of those Titan,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing front of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their dread and returning their excitation 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 charge a Dark impulse, a Crusader charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred years and was glad to accept the force to fight back. The beast released the eruption, tearing apart the infertile reason and barely missing the armor 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 sure not to lose any momentum or to pull the sword out of its brainpan, she pole-vaulted over it, using her brand to cut its nous in half down the center. As she ran down its back, her blade cut down its neck, into the pectus, and carved right through its black heart. The beast fell over utter with its psyche and blood spilling out onto the desiccated soil.

A monster flew towards a Crusader like a striking eagle, skimming just over the ground with a spear in her hand. She reached out to stab the meliorist, but he blocked with his weapon, granted more than enough strength by his armor to confront the animate conglomerate. Using his newly-gained power, the crusader reached out and grabbed the fiend by the throat and slammed her down into the ground with devastating power, making her cough stock from all the shred channels and veins in his pharynx. The reformer stood up and lifted his bow-shaped sword and swung it down onto the fiend, cutting her in half down the middle.

A Crusader flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down Wave of shadow fire into Baltoh's armies. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the go-ahead, the meliorist flew by its backstage and cut right through the membrane of leathery pulp that allowed it to keep flight. The Gargoyle roared in pain and began to plummet out of the sky with the soldier standing on its vertebral column. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail to try and smash the Crusader, but he dodged with informality before he raised his weapon and slashed the animal across the rachis of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had control of its torso. It struggled to flap its wounded wing, but it could not get hold of escape. Just before it crashed into the solid ground, the Crusader imbedded his weapon in the gash in the backrest of the Gargoyle's neck. The dark behemoth landed in a burning theater of operations, tossing soil and stone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its cervix, cutting off its head.



All of Hell began to shake as fissures opened up in the ground. flak poured out of the gaps in the earth and Brobdingnagian skeletal workforce reached out. Slowly, thirteen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the army of social reformer. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released respective Dark Pulses into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the reformist without any distinction.

"cum on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"genus Selene said as she flapped her liquidness metal annexe and shot towards the jumbo skeletons.

"Don't first without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own immense chopper.

With their foresighted hair hanging out of the back of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two fair sex zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for battle. Molly was the first to touch the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton in the closet closest to her. With a roar of conclusion, she spun around in the air and swung the arch steel with all of her military posture, imbedding the border in the quoin of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a wanderer web and its whole braincase shattered in a burnished plosion, as if the vane had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a Dark Pulse.

Moving faster than a speeding heater, Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating rush right to its backbone between its ribcage and its pelvis, crippling it with ease. The gargantuan monster roared in torment as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its iniquity pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the ground, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a living bullet, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, Selene swerved to the face as various Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by Molly who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her adjacent movie, genus Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of noesis flow through her mind. Instructions for a enchantment were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the instructions, she began to drag up her DOE, feeling it naturally straight and unionize itself.

Driven by unstoppable inherent aptitude, she pointed her hand and called out,"Celestial Art : illumine Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling deadbolt of pure electricity erupted from her ribbon, as strong if not substantial than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning spell used by Angelica Archangelica, this was true elemental electric superpower, not an imitation made of holy place energy. Moving almost at the speed of igniter, the monolithic surge struck a Bleak in the gist of its chest of drawers, shattering its ribs and severing its spine. As the dying lusus naturae began to clasp, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"mollie hollered.

Glowing like Ne gas, silver malarky wrapped around her bow-shaped brand and howled as she raised it above her head. With a hollo of assurance, she threw the weapon at cluster of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flashing tornado. The pillar of glowing malarky charged into the trio of underframe and knocked them back like a charging bull. As they fell to their soil, every pearl in their body split into dozens of flawlessly-cut surgical incision, as if they had all been hit with a net of optical maser beams. The blade returned to mollie like a throwing stick and she gained a wide grin underneath the tinted glass visor of her helm. She finally had the true strength to retaliate her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to pull ahead a certain competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her medallion at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."Celestial Art : Cosmic crunch !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to launch a barrage of darkness Pulses, their eubstance began to shake off 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 somberness on their bodies, multiplying their own weight by more than ten fold and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : headliner giving birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that molly had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her digit, a sphere of red brightness stab across the open infinite and hit its mark on the Bleak's frontal bone, passing harmlessly through the bone and entering its skull. Selene cracked a smile and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flame mushroom cloud, originating from inside its head. The go she had just used mimicked the fiery optical fusion process that takes place in star topology, causing a small nuclear explosion inside the beast. It was basically a firecracker compared to the atomic explosions caused by atomic bombs, being only strong enough to eliminate a city pulley. She pointed at two more Bleaks and killed them in the Saami way, obliterating them imprint the interior out with small atomic explosions.

"Celestial Art : shooting star Obliteration !"Molly cast, holding out her hands.

From the ground, a volcanic bowlder was pulled free and flew up to Molly. She pressed her hands against it and the boulder instantly disappeared, moving at almost 70 km/sec, about the Lapplander speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The Boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the center of its thorax, creating a transonic roar in the air that instantly reduced its stallion body to sprinkle. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitative pull. By the sentence it left the Continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the satellite, and it would only give birth one hazard before shooting off into the completely hollow space. For a disconnected second, it skimmed across the burning at the stake sea, but that light source touch was more than enough to rocket a tidal waving of fire out of orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as large 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 sidestep to avoid physical contact, but even without touching the flying boulder, the transonic boom of its momentum created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire right English of its consistency in a fraction of a mo. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, mollie looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another bolt of lightning.

The two friends looked at each other and then to the final Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speeding, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to beat the other in Demon-killing and have the mellow score. The Bleak was just about to establish a darkness Pulse at the two women when they appeared in straw man of it, pulled back their weaponry, and simultaneously punched it in the face with sufficiency might to demolish its head.

With the Bleaks taken precaution of, the women both gave the mental command to draw back their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective train like the possible action of a puzzle box. With warm smiles on their faces, Selene and mollie leaned forward and kissed.



"Angel Art : Godhead Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the milliped behemoth that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The gargantuan tool had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of acid from its fanged mouth. With a roar, Michael punched the Titan in the center of its body with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its consistency. The volume of daimon spirits howled in botheration as every blood vessel in its farsighted body ruptured and its eye popped like a paint balloon. Had Michael tried to do that to a Titan before, even while casting the spell, he would have probably just been laughed at and then devoured.

Blind and in excruciation but still very a great deal alive, the Titan hissed and launched a dark Pulse powerful enough to obliterate a tidy sum range. With golden flames automatically burning along the blade, Michael swung his sword and cut through the bam, protecting himself from its destructive mightiness like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the bang finally trickled to a period, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the golden flames around the brand 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 vitality within the halcyon flames. At its pique, the sword was the route of a golden burning tornado, larger than any tornado on Earth. Filled with trust, Michael swung his brand like an executioner, launching it in a crescent leaf blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : Burning Moon Slice !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its head and the upper half of its trunk in half.



"Angel Art : spear of Destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his manus out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his command, over a hundred shaft of luminousness began firing from his hand, each deflection and straightening out with the fortunate voulge steel at the ends leading them. The blades of Department of Energy and the hulk wings collided with each other like slug in the air. Such a effort was inconceivable without the armour that Gabriel had been granted.

"angel Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the Titan without ending his original charm. The bird of Jove looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before hundreds of monumental energy blades bombarded it all at once, knocking out of the sky like a Frisbee hit with ten loads of buckshot. It plummeted towards the burning sea with the endless current of brand striking it with unstoppable powerfulness and literally chopping it to objet d'art. It was abruptly long before it landed in the flames.



"holy man Art : Enlightenment flashgun !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was shiny than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the shiny light and shielded its eyes, giving Raphael the perfect opportunity to swing his brand and lop off one of its script in a single diagonal. The titan howled in agony and clutched the bleeding stump as the severed hand fell into the burning sea with a monolithic splash. Spinning around, the behemoth swung his tail in an attempt to knock the pesky fly back so that he could recover, but Raffaello Sanzio stopped the massive tone-beginning with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slice it off with only one drive of his sword.

"Demon Art : Monster stroke !"the Titan roared, raising its one good hand and then bringing it down with all of its strength, launching five invisible edges that were each mighty enough to cut through a architectonic plate.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven,"Raffaello Sanzio calmly hummed, holding out his brand.

Before the solidus could turn over him, a golden gate, as heavy as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attack. With the holy energy that the gate was radiating with, the inconspicuous blade couldn't even slip between the bars.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the giant could even understand what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as big as the Empire State Building fell out the sky and struck it in the back, piercing it through with its intense weight and blasting its blackness warmheartedness right through its chest.



"Celestial Art : stifling Sea !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she dodged the dark heartbeat of a Panthera tigris Titan with a mat of quills on its back.

Above her, a building-sized sphere of water appeared in the air and suddenly began to spray out into a thunderous falls, as if it were and inter-dimensional drain that lead to the bottom of an ocean. The deluge splashed down onto the electrocution ley, extinguishing the flames and slamming into the Titan as a powerful tidal Wave. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the piddle poured across the wasteland countryside and put out all the fire before reaching the coast of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and sinner and pulverized them.

"demon Art : Debt retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to make its basis against the ceaseless flood. The surging airfoil of the water was further disrupted as gobs of huge skeletal hands reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like safety to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : I. F. Stone Jaws !"she called with her centre burning with sureness and power.

Intercepting the bony workforce, cracking daggers of land burst from the priming coat in the midst of the growing subdivision, crushing them like twigs in the hook of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of electrical energy down into the water.

The titan howled and snarled in agony as it was electrocuted with enough muscularity to mightiness an integral state. span of electrical energy arched between its quill feather, its flesh peeled and melted off its body, and smoke wafted from his rima oris as its insides burned. It fell to its human knee, letting the endless tidal waving slipstream over it, but Rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : crystallization Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in gyration and drawing a bombastic ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue shade and shined like the stars. With a holla, the Panthera tigris Titan salvo from the surface of her sea, claws barred and black fire burn between its jaws. With a roar of determination, Rosmarinus officinalis slammed her medal against the middle of the ring, launching a bang of sapphire-shaded Energy Department that was six feet in diam. The blast struck the Titan in the breast, instantly freezing it and the entire forming sea.

With the animal and the photoflood now a giant ice carving, rosemary shooting towards it with her clenched fist pulled back. Reaching the frozen Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nose with all of her strength. Simultaneously, the entire frozen social system exploded into icy powder, killing all the monster and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The battle suddenly became silent as a deafening roar shook the Isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to cover their ears to try and obstruct the crippling noise. In the distance, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a trench mortar casing before crashing into the flat coat in forepart of everyone and burning away all the ice and debris with a wave of fire. Standing in the flames arose a giant fauna, large enough to crack up a heavyweight in its jaws and kick aside a mountain like an physical exercise Lucille Ball. It was Prince of Darkness, the commencement Hades Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the peg of a goat with vast stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge powerful coat of arms lined with blades, serrated claws that were twice as long as his digit, massive fender that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like trumpet, and a face that seemed like a mix of a jackal's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in horror at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to make love and fear.

"So the vigilance man returns. Normally you would take flight to the world of the animation at the smallest sign of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not weigh, you always were and always will be zilch compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're wrong. I have transcended to the level of the gods and gone far past your puny humanity. You, the Hell Prince of Wrath, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his coat billowing in the arid breeze.

"We'll see about that ! ogre Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Satan roared as he opened his jaws and began charging a vermilion blow so mightily that just beings of the emplacement of snake pit Prince and high-pitched could use it.

Everyone was brought to their articulatio genus by the crushing weighting of the get-up-and-go it was giving off, energy so dark and herculean that it could kill a city of hoi polloi just through its ambient cosmos. The blast itself was so muscular that if launched from the sun during a fully alignment, it would obliterate every satellite in the solar arrangement. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with apprehension and fear for Baltoh as the shine of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, move !"she shrieked before Beelzebub released the beam.

With its launching initiated by a full-on atomic plosion going off between his jaws, Beelzebub fired the colossal shaft of light of blood-red get-up-and-go with almost ten multiplication the military strength as Baltoh's old passion eruption. The energy washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the sea of fervor, sending burning tidal waving in all instruction that could consume total countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curvature, the beam shot deep into the empty space, soaring for several minute before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"good story that you call me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is dead !"Lucifer cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was wrong,"Baltoh's part echoed.
Satan's eyes widened in panic and everyone gasped, unable to consider that soul, even Baltoh, could take a bam like that head-on and survive. The sens and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely unharmed.

"If that's the near you can do, then you are even lour than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE underworld ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his finger's breadth.

Satan suddenly released a bone-chilling screaming as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his energy to finally free itself like soundbox heat and was focusing it all on the Tempter. Now, his entire eubstance was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's Department of Energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every bone in his body simultaneously snapped and his consistency began to give way in on itself. He raised his major power levels as high school as they could go, but he was basically trying to hold back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every open blank space in his torso began to collapse under the striving, his broken finger cymbals being reduced to powder, his veins and muscles tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his trunk began to shrink as the exercising weight of Baltoh's push began compacting his mote themselves, pushing them so close together that the electrons were grinding against the core and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his deal into a fist and Devil's unhurt organic structure snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and heavy as a pitch-black hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into outer space where it exploded in a blinding flash, having been converted into raw energy by its own instability.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's prevent moving. We have a whole DoI of a planet to clear out."He said.



The face of a Gargoyle had been carved into the Isle of the Damned with the jaws open in a furious roar. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depth of Hell. The pit was the size of a meteor crater, allowing for entities as big as Old Nick to pass through, while the sides were lined with countless staircase.

With Baltoh, the garden angelica, the Valkyries, and the Crusaders all standing at the edge of the pit, one of the freed spirits cautiously approached him."Please, who are you ?"

"I am Baltoh, the Celestial incarnation. I'm here to liberate the unjustly punished and slay tenebrious once and for all. When I am done, Hell will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will kill off every concluding demon and Gargoyle and aim away the power from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of passel. genus Selene, Molly, and rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the garden angelica and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his bridge player and a area of luminance appeared in his medallion, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully crystallise it from that sphere, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well feature just jumped off a drop-off at night and there was no other face. Selene and rosemary watched the exit side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human being skeleton in the closet. There had to be a billion different remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be heedful once we enter the doorstep, as there may be some barrier and restrictions that even I won't be capable to break,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is tenebrious. The only deviation is that this is his public, his universe. Down here, he makes the rules. I will be able to surmount most of his obstacles and linguistic rule, but we are on his turf and he has the home base field advantage."

Baltoh and his grouping finally reached the bottom of the pit and fell out of the sky into a whole new globe. In the distance, a city of ruby-red sandstone, off-white, and undead tree woven into wicker social system stood against the burning background. The building ranged from pocket-size huts to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing scream of the people inside being tortured by sinner. The city itself was larger than New York and held a much larger population.

Just like with the Burning ley above, the estate around the metropolis was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded swarm swirled above their heads. The sky of inferno was unlike from the sky of Earth ; it was… grownup. It was like the clouds were much high in the sky with a magnanimous standard pressure, providing an submerge feeling of vulnerability, like a computer mouse caught in the open air with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit meeting of a slew of reeking brimstone, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flames streamed out from the crack. The sight had a leaden normalize meridian, almost like the tip of a Great Pyramid, and was set at the very derriere of the pit as a sorting of agonizing landing for damned psyche dragged across the Burning lea and vomit down into the pit to fall down to the city. This idea was proven by the thousands of blamed souls that blanketed the mountain, naked and moaning in pain from their shattered skeletons and their normally deadly injuries. Scanning their thinker with his own, Baltoh analyzed the hell of everyone on the mountain, and for the the great unwashed he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their lesion and bonded them with one of his suits of armor, recruiting them into his regular army while the criminal and guilty psyche were ignored. As the raining reformer organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of anger, where people who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their judgment of conviction annulled and are employed to torment everyone else. They are the Sinners. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract bridge, and they become mortal like the repose of the fiendish force. While this is only a fraction of the Sinner universe, this city is their largest hive. This and the Burning eatage were originally Satan's orbit

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 hush-hush ? We didn't even precipitate that far,"molly pondered.

"It's straight, we are in the planet of Hell. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a kingdom of mysticism and phantasms, not science and reasonableness. The Interior Department of the planet is a whole early world of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his fingerbreadth up at the exit of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling clouds like a towering sticker of Harlan Fiske Stone from a cascading maelstrom. He fired a deadbolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electricity dove into the clouds beside the pit, but there was not a clank, an explosion, or falling detritus. It was as if the pit was reaching through a jam in reality itself like a pipage. In the metropolis, the gaunt followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in little terror, having watched the bolt of lightning shoot up like a point flare.

"So are we going to carry the metropolis ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the power from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not suit the captain of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his finger's breadth. Beside every suit of armor and crusader, a wing stallion appeared, covered in golden armor.

"Now we shall bring down the walls of this city and continue our siege on hell on earth ! Let these sinner know that their immorality aspiration and wretched someone stand no opportunity against the power of illumination ! Decimate this bastion of darkness and put these monstrous spirits back in their stead ! Everyone, attack !"Baltoh roared as every crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a boom of self-assurance and loyalty, the social reformer answered the call and began their charge. Half of the winged stallions took to the air while the other one-half galloped down the side of the good deal with their monolithic goose grass in paw and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the side of the mountain and gasped as the reformist flew and galloped towards the City of ire. Leaving their distortion victims behind, the Sinners gathered at the sharpness of the metropolis in the X of one thousand thousand and prepared their defense. As wave after wave of glistening attack aircraft surged down yesteryear him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smiling on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a odd grinning on her lips.

"You're grinning. You seemed so haunted 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 to do what I was born to do. I finally have the business leader to hit immorality 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 wage a war like this, but now I finally have the strength and power to make my dreaming come true. And with you by my incline, there is no way I can fail."

Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her blade with her free hand."Let's go."

As the flood of warriors approached, arrows and slug were launched from the city by the million as the sinner fought with arm from all across time. Projectiles rained down upon Baltoh's ground forces, but could do no hurt to the Equus caballus or their riders, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny attacks. Sprinting down the unconscionable mountain, the mystical stallion panted heavily with each step but felt no fatigue or deprivation of strength. Their powerful muscle shook and warped as their hooves struck the ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their drumhead like blocks of Styrofoam, the Crusaders shouted out their resolve to polish off their tormenters, with their armour going from shining to glowing as their confidence and dedication grew in intensity level. By the time they were halfway down the mountain, each Crusader was glowing like the moon, joining together into a radiant ray that blinded the sinner below.

In one smashing crash, the ground troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like eye mask. The meliorist used the size of their arched blade to reach out and stab and split the Sinners as their wing steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their bones like branchlet. Dead or fatally wounded sinner turned to ash as the last traces of their creation withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of Sinners like a tank and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and ogre filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged horse cavalry flew through the air, maneuvering between each demon as the Crusader would accomplish out and slash them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by beam of light, shot from the flank of the horses like the plume arrow spell. The light energy burned their flesh like acid, causing them to plummet down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the urban center streets as his warriors flooded the city, slaughtering any sinner that approached without even acknowledging their existence. As he remembered, the buildings of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of pin from undead Tree, but they served a purpose other than building material. The walls, story, and cap also served as prisons for damned souls with their soundbox packed inside past the point of being crushed to destruction or asphyxiation. Every body had been pierced dozens of times by sword rods that served as reward for the construction like the 2x4s of a family. The bodies were pressed against incline side of their wicker Cage like net of piano wire with blood streaming from the undercut that each subdivision had worn into their skin. They continuously moaned in pain in the ass from their agony and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the thinker of each soul to identify their sinning. To those he deemed destitute or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a suit of armor for them to bond to so that they could join his ranks. As raining beams of energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the buildings and felt grim to his stomach. The hoi polloi they were saving were locked in torture device and undergoing misuse that darkened his mind with painful memories from before his birth as the loanblend. The sinner had preformed everything from Brassica napus to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a beat from a storage tank pellet through the air and detonated five feet from him, ineffectual to fall any closer. He turned to the mechanical monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with human bones. The Sinners inside loaded another daily round and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his handwriting into a clenched fist and instantly caused the armored combat vehicle to alternate into the air and dematerialize, taking the rider with it to the land of nonexistence. A Greek chorus of rumpus reached his ears and he turned with a small smile of entertainment as a bunch of sinner came sprinting down the street with respective Crusaders on horseback chasing them. The evildoer'bony metrical foot clacked on the sett priming coat as they ran desperately, unable to escape the Crusaders. With hefty swings, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their frame like rotting sticks. As they rode past tense Baltoh, they all gave loyal stem of their heads.

"Celestial Art : cutting Sandstorm !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her bridge player at a grouping of Demons, she released a powerful jet of sand that seemed to form out of the air itself. The clap 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 ogre howled in bother as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety build streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the cloud by a deafening holler that shook the burning sky. A swell behemoth lowered itself from the clouds with a consistency that looked like a mix between a piranha and a dragon, with toothed feathering, a retentive neck, a fanged pecker, and serpent eyes. It released a bone-chilling shriek and a darkness Pulse appeared between its jaws, impregnable enough to learn out the whole city. Before it could release the bam, Baltoh snapped his fingers and chains of igniter reached out of the sky and basis. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the sphere of energy in its honker disappeared. He snapped his finger once more and the mountain range constricted until they ripped the creature apart.

Within mo, a growing sunshine echoed across the city as the last conk screams were extinguished. The city had been taken faster than any city on earth in all of its history.



The Sea of Envy was in their sights and hearing chain of mountains. Shrieks, as high up as whistle and as low as dying brute'could be heard, sending shudder crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in Hell and his mogul. Standing on the shoring of the inky-black black sea, they watched as wafture crashed on the beach and revealed the masses hidden beneath the spraying. They were chained to the ocean floor, staring aimlessly with glassy oculus and pallid faces. Many were chained to the beachside cliff, forced to abide wave after frozen wave slamming into them and the demonic wench and crustaceans of perdition picking and feeding on their consistence, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to feel pain in the neck. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted illumination shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"shit it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of invidia, the place where those who let jealousy run their spirit are damned and punished. Just as Prince of Darkness, Prince of Wrath, ran the combustion Pastures and the urban center of anger, Leviathan, Prince of enviousness, is in mastery of this ocean. Here, the greasy H2O toxicant their soundbox like electric battery Lucy in the sky with diamonds to symbolize how begrudge poisonous substance the nous 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 ogre and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no thirster exist. This home is catchy, as it has the greatest number of Titans and it is difficult to tell who exactly is guilty and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the judgement of all the purport in the straightaway expanse to figure out which ones were guilty, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to commit crime and caused harm because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the victims of human nature had their Sir Ernst Boris Chain broken so that they could move up to the aerofoil. But even though they were still cognizant and sentient, they floated on their stomachs and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another army of winged courtship of armour on flying Equus caballus to levy the freed soul and slay the monstrous denizen. They galloped across the shift water, immune to the affects of gravity as they reached down into the water supply with their two-handle vane, slaughtering the Gargoyles and creatures of darkness just below the aerofoil. Any courtship that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoners, granting them their powerfulness. The light energy that flowed through the armor healed their waste psyche and gave them the firmness to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam deeper below the surface to break loose the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The evilness beasts were filled with affright as the Crusaders and their horse cavalry dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with unbelievable speed, they followed the beasts deeper and deeper into the piddle, slaughtering the slowest of them as the gap between the groups grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the ocean story dropped into a step continental side, that seemed to delve into the darkest depths of the pits. As the crusader chased down the despicable creatures, their weapon and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

Deep in the shadows, a great eye opened.



From the shifting wave of the sea, a colossal whale fit from the ocean. Its backtalk was open and fully of erose teeth, its back was covered in spikes, and it was enceinte enough to tear up an aircraft letter carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the piss, swallowing various hundred Crusader in the summons. Cricking his neck opening from face to side, Baltoh fired a lightning thunderbolt from the air above him, able to draw forth and relinquish the muscularity without even using his body or a rootage. The radio beam of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and break out of the spine of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its head. The absolutely fauna sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder fauna immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great plash tore apart the airfoil as a monolithic set of pincers reached out and tried to snatch up the flying Crusaders. They managed to avoid the massive pincer as the Titan rose to the Earth's surface. It was a gargantuan lobster with four circle of pincers and a seat like that of a scorpion. A Dark pulsation began to charge at the end of its cut and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitching of his eye, a spinning disk of vitality appeared above his head and shot towards the Titan, expanding to the creature's size. The disk collided with the Titan's case and vertically sliced it in half. Once the blade reached its Stinger, the charging dark Pulse exploded and ripped the dead dead body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a Brobdingnagian legion of Titans began to appear from the glum depths of the sea, each resembling a creature from earthly concern. There were sharks that just had bill pits of tooth instead of forefront and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of bone, crabs that had mountains blanketed with castles on their shells, sword Pisces with notched slam that could displace night pulse rate from the tip of the blade, and millions of demonic caribe that were soul prison cell of a single Titan.

As the host formed, one terminal entity rose up from the astuteness. The creature was as large as Beelzebub with slimy green skin, an apish eubstance, webbed fingers with sharp claws, outstretched wings that looked like the skin of salientian, and a fountainhead that looked like an devilfish with almost a c long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"genus Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of Envy. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the residue of you kill those Titans."

Rosemary stepped forward from behind him with her helmet open and a grin on her face."Actually professional, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the Titan ? I wouldn't mind testing my strength against a perdition 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 approximation. 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 netherworld Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed hired man, but an detonation rocked against his capitulum and drew his tending back to the beach.

"Your competitiveness is with us !"Selene hollered with Mary Jane wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE prat OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and garden angelica split up to dodge the attempt and each got read to counter.

"backer Art : Feather Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"holy person Art : Divinity Ray !"Raphael shouted, firing a beam from each helping hand, both the size of office buildings.

"holy person Art : spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a dash torrent of blades of golden luminosity with each electron beam bending in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning eradication !"genus Selene called, launching a crackling outbreak of electricity from her decoration.

"Celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"Rosmarinus officinalis cast, drawing a crystalline lens in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : knife Of Elwyn Brooks White fire !"mollie yelled, raising her subdivision above her head and releasing a bending and twisting geyser of pearly-white flames and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat energy to burn diamond.

Combined with the attacks of the other Archangels, the vast cascade of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a dozen riot slugs, knocking him back and drawing forth a ululation of pain, but causing no seeable damage to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of heater, he only roared in fury and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his face like a swarm of frog lingua. As they shot forward, fanged oral cavity opened up at the end of each tentacle, snapping in hunger for their prey.

"It seems this won't be as easy as we thought,"Raphael said, grinning under his helmet.

"well it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"Come on male child, there is no way we'll metre him from a length. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some real damage,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our fundament ! He'll never let us live it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her annexe and flew towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and plunk into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now admit me to show you the true up welfare of being god, the one affair that only mortal in my league can achieve. Celestial Art : Animal realm siege !"Baltoh called as he clapped his bridge player together.

Up above the sea, a providential thing began to take station. Matter was forming from pure push and rearranging itself into particular compounds and molecules. These molecules bonded together and formed enzymes and amino Elvis, and they in turn of events joined together to create jail cell. YHWH could make Angelica Archangelica, Tenebrous could produce daemon and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could create life.

Announcing their arriver, eagles, war hawk, and falcons, all larger than Titans and each with greater ferocity and strength, swooped down to get down their struggle. Every feathering on their soundbox was glowing faintly, showing the protective muscularity sealed within. Showing no fear, the birds of fair game obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the heavyweight, snatching them right out of the urine with their long talons. The omega ogre desperately attacked the snort with Dark Pulses and former spells, but their proficiency had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their feather were acting as energy transmitters that cloaked them in a protective gloriole, and the energy they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their hook tearing through flesh and pearl with comfort, the birds threw their prey into the air and finished the almighty behemoth off with their flank, cutting through the monster'eubstance with their feathers harder and sharper than katanas. Blood and butchered body parts rained down as the Titans were chopped to slice, completely helpless against the superior creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the trance, creating more creatures in which to toss off the giant with. Sea serpents, international mile long with bodies so enceinte that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the astuteness with booming roars. Each snake had glassy black dead body, decorated with patterns of glowing yellowed lines. The backs of their headspring were guarded with MAT of bone stiletto heel their eyes glowed with power. With furious roars, the snake dive down into sea, gobbling up every giant that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomp, they crushed the bodies of the devil like peanut racing shell and swallowed them totally, carving down their numbers like a cancel disaster.

Sensing the amassing peril, dozens of the giant all turned to Baltoh and released their Dark Pulses at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his creative activity would die with him. The flack washed over Baltoh like a flood but were unable to even rival him, being deflected by an invisible egg-shaped carapace that stood whether he willed it or not. As the clap shrank and split into their cobbler's last flitter beadwork of iniquity, Baltoh once again pressed his manus together, this time with his fingers interlocked."Celestial Art : Almighty woods Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minutes prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titan like the tentacles of the squids that filled their ranks. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy limb as they formed towering trees, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on Earth. Trapped in the Sir Henry Wood like animals caught in indurate concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break free people of their wooden prison house, but even with all the long suit in their bodies, the wood held strong and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the trees infused with Brobdingnagian measure of ignitor Department of Energy to counteract the toxic mien of the undead creatures in their clasp, but they were also draining them of their tycoon. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean level was colonized.

With town-sized doll attacking from above, sea serpents almost as large as batch ranges attacking from below, and grabbing Tree bursting from the land like spikes from a pinhead trap, the Titans had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and the rest of the archangel sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming blade drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would climb up into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast hustle of slashes. Butchered pieces of flesh were sent flying as the gutter line-sized tentacles were torn to shreds by their swords. They all had positive smile on their faces, unable to conceive that they were actually battling a blaze Prince, and daring they say even winning.

With a shout of determination, Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic bombardment of slug and bang to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball game bat to a line of sausage balloon. Even without using any sort of speed-enhancing spell, she was moving faster than the homo eye could get. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, mollie was launching leaf blade of idle words from her chopper, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic explosion. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her unscathed. As she fell down its pharynx, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a smile, mollie released a raw burst of power from every inch of her soundbox, causing the icy tentacle to shatter into spell. Having been rescued, mollie looked down at Rosemary, who had a lens of ice energy hovering in presence of her. Smiling under her helm, mollie blew a kiss to her lesbian concubine and Rosemary responded by forming a V with her indicator and middle finger in front of her face.

Their coquetry was cut unawares as another swarm of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing tooth, Rosmarinus officinalis cast her spell."supernal Art : atomic flashgun !"

A blinding ray of light flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heating plant and lethal amounts of radiation. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer layers of their flesh were reduced to ash, every cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the atomic burst of energy. Materializing her cleaver, Rosemary threw the artillery with all of her long suit, sending it flying through the air like a boomerang and causing the burned tentacles to irrupt into dust.

Several garish howls echoed from can her as a radical of tentacles tried a surprise approach. Clapping her hands together, rosemary cast her next spell."ethereal Art : Bladed Comet !"

With ardor streaming from the edge and forming a hypnotic tush, her spinning meat cleaver returned and slam past tense her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flame strike.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, come on !"genus Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

rosemary caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the Hell Prince's Brobdingnagian swinging weapons system. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their destruction and was done playing. Raising his octopus head, he revealed a fanged backtalk underneath the netted mat of severed tentacles."Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"he roared, casting the same charm that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

genus Selene, Molly, Rosemary, and the Archangels desperately tried to get by from the blast but many were caught within it when the electron beam was finally unleashed. Shaking all of Hell, the crimson balance beam of energy was launched with an nuclear explosion detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the Angelica Archangelica caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every molecule in their physical structure was converted to pure energy. The beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"Damn it, how the Inferno can we possibly compete with that ?"Raffaello Sanzio cursed as he got to his feet, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : Woodland Imprisonment,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea flooring, Tree that could knock aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The trees formed a vertical ring around him with massive limb grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man study. A horizontal annulus then formed from the erect ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the front of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the dorsum grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can take for me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another apocalypse outbreak.

"This isn't a real prison house, consider it more as a place of origin for my future innovation. celestial Art : Forest Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his voice as he clapped his work force together.

As the heavens of crimson energy charged between his jaws, a leafy ramification salvo from the vertebral column of Leviathan's pharynx and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the spell. Gagging on the offshoot, the Hell Prince screamed in pain as more branch began to explode out of his flesh, forming monolithic Tree in a topic of seconds. Throughout his body, unstoppable branches were shredding his heftiness, crushing his nervure, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the perfect position to spread out and drain him of his energy. Desperate to ward off his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing go and reached out with a fresh inundation of biting tentacles, but before they could even derive near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with flowers.

The timberland continued to maturate and thrive, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his energy. By the clock time the magic spell was fill out, his fender had been replaced with two hanging lawns of grass, his osseous tissue were serving as the handles for multitudinous massive Tree, almost every muscleman and reed organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his skeleton in the closet remained inviolate. The Prince of Envy had been killed, and in his expiry he had brought forth life.

With a grinning, Baltoh turned to his lover and protagonist."Sorry, it looks like you needed my help."

Selene smiled."Ah damn it, there is no way that he is going to let us live this down…"



After crossing the ocean and recruiting X of 1000000 of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the early slope and reached the adjacent surface area of underworld ; a desert of grim sands.

"These are the Ash Fields,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the expansive desert.

Selene's oculus widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into macrocosm as a Demon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these jet dunes, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my full life here slaying Demons upon their parturition. This barren landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the land of the the pits Prince lucifer, the number one Demon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Shangri-la when he staged a coup against Yahve. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of superbia are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the hard worker of the fiend, serving as a work force for building repository and also as concubines. This desert serves a very unequalled purpose beyond just being a circle in Hell for which to penalise the damned, as it also serves as the birthplace and baby's room for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the shadow of human being soul 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 grin."Free the innocent and slaughter the Demons, the perfect way to spend and afternoon."



A never-ending army of column and monuments stood among the blackness dune like tombstones in a memorial park, each made from an obsidian-like Isidor Feinstein Stone formed from the ashes of crumbled skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the clay of a forest that endured the strike of a atomic turkey. In the background, a vast lake of swirling ardour stirred in an eternal whirlpool, and every irregular, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the anger and spitefulness mankind on Earth.

Underneath the combustion sky, immense stoppage of this stone were quarried from mint and under the sands by the hard worker of hellhole ; men, women, and shaver, all with rags for clothes, macerate bodies, and Fe masks that were clamped around their head teacher. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slave moved the van-sized blocks of Isidor Feinstein Stone to the monuments being built, all while their Demon master copy barked orders in Hellscript and cracked their flame whips.

Whenever one of the hard worker would reel over from exhaustion, the Demons or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vultures on a new carcass. Men and son would be eaten live, too tired to scream as the flesh was pealed from their bones. adult female and girlfriend were raped to death and then their tear up bodies were devoured. After a few transactions, the slaughter remains of the slave would regenerate and the damned soul would get along back to life, only to be put to work once again. From the one thousand thousand upon billion of meaningless statues, pyramids, and synagogue standing in the guts, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the sunrise of man. But now, it was going to exchange. Having crossed several hundred miles of desert and fought through the creatures of Inferno, the follower of Baltoh had come to the final stretchiness of the Desert of Pride.

In the vestige of a half-finished pyramid, a monster seance in a onyx throne on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her party whip. The Demon's yowl jumped in mass as the sled came to a sudden stop and did not move, no matter how hard she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid oculus on Selene, blocking the way. With a bellow, the Demon cracked her fiery whiplash and sent it straight towards genus Selene, but before the coil could even tear back, the Demon's arm and question were sliced off by surprise attack by mollie, who delivered the deadly puff with a potent swing of her arch blade. The monster only had decent meter to give a I dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

earreach the birdcall of their sis, all the Demons and Gargoyles raised their brain in alertness and cursed as the reformer came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whips in one helping hand and weapons in the other, the Demons leapt into natural action with a tidal undulation of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the Demons by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and memorial, creating more suits of armour and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a perambulation through the percentage, he annihilated every monster that came close without the slightest movement or thought.

Above his head, Selene and the others were decimating the forces of darkness with spell after patch, obliterating the devil and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy effect was continuously getting reinforcements in the physique of new daemon and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of ardour, hungry for massacre, and the newborn ogre 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 roars were heard, letting everyone know that Old Nick had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of pridefulness wasn't just going to sit around while his realm was destroyed ... The devil and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the sound of his approach, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The field of honor became quiet, save for the bellowing that had not ended. Yet there were more holloa radiating from the background knowledge, thick with office and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another Hell Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of twisting. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ arrest calm ; after everything you have seen, you know he can manage it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the force of the Master of torment that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a looking at of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the maestro of twisting are not as uncommon and few in number as I thought. There are at to the lowest degree a hundred of them approaching with Lucifer, each with their own titan steed. He must have created them himself or used his king to forcefully bond the center of demon to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Chin with the metal plates on the backrest of his fingers and manus catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"genus Selene gasped, barely able to suppress her fearfulness. Baltoh inclined his head as he tried to read their approaching powerfulness levels.

"If they all combined their magnate into a undivided blowup, it would be the size of a solar system."

genus Selene's panting was arduous as she struggled to grok such a colossal amount of energy, but her mind was just ineffective to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"Tell everyone to fall back to the edge of the desert ; you'll be out of damage's way but you should be capable to observe what is going on,"Baltoh said with a speck of seriousness in his voice. He slowly began to hover, rising up into the air before Selene stopped him, grasping his helping hand with her helmet heart-to-heart and a face of slap-up trouble and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even person like you to hold out such and attack ? Can you win this conflict ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the forthcoming clash 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 veneration aside.

"Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have More faith in me than anyone else in cosmos. What does your religion William Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"trade good. Now don't vexation about me, just kick back and watch the appearance. I think its fourth dimension I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one hold out buss on her os frontale before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a grinning on her face.

"genus Selene, what's going on ?"molly hollered, wiping the Demon blood off her cleaver.

"Baltoh is going to take care of everything. He just wants us out of the way so that he can finally let idle !"

Molly gained a wide smile of excitement, bore to see what top executive Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the sea ! We have to get out of here ! Master Baltoh is going to defend !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to stick around and see the clash, Baltoh's purchase order were obeyed and a full retreat was set in motion, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would set out soon. With the assistant of enchantment from the Valkyries and archangel, all the social reformer zipped across almost half of a grand miles of desert in a second and appeared at the edge of the inky Sea of Envy.

"Angel Art : Heavenly survey,"Michael cast, holding up his manpower. Like a monolithic motion-picture show sieve, a canvas made of pure Inner Light appeared in the sky above the crowd of gazillion with a real-time view of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the blackened cloud stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their ears as a deafening holla 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 screen as the lord of Torture arrived, riding on the rachis of behemoth as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able-bodied to easily defeat a Titan with a single swat of his hand and destroy a mountain with a slam of his tail.

Lucifer was built differently from the other the pits Princes so far chance, as his body had Sir Thomas More of a reptilian-draconic physique and form to it, and instead of one head, he had seven. The seven android heads each stood at the end of a long mightily neck, with each header lacking oculus or a nozzle but instead having pointed spike and shark-like dentition. Six of the drumhead each had a motor horn protruding from the top of their head with a crown looped around it like a hoop, but the seventh headspring had four of each. Lucifer's whole torso had a much more revolting appearance the former pit Princes ’, for instead of scales or haircloth, his material body consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and wickedness like a burn wounding that had completely pealed away the flesh and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed tail swishing from position to side with excitement and his wings keeping him aloft without a bingle tizzy, the Tempter looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist proceeds. You, you have always been a thorn in my side and the hindrance in the ontogenesis of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you alternate to ground before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally ready to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not get it on about Devil and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his arms crossed.

Lucifer just gave another gag."Oh, I know alright. You put those doormat in their berth and ended their pathetic lives once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could cause killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the Hell Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash Fields and convention over the demon and the Masters of Torture ! In the rank of Hell, only the almighty Lord Tenebrous has heavy king than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just create to a greater extent perdition Princes with a snap of his fingers ! You're in our macrocosm traitor, there is no way you can win !"

"For someone who is so surefooted and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the lord of distortion and Titans around and behind Lucifer. This only drew another laugh from the inferno Prince.

"After I was cast out of Heaven, I learned to be timid and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious error that the others made."

Six of the seven point then looked in opposite counsel, each spitting out a horror Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The seventh headway looked square up and opened its jaws, and six three-sided dagger reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a sphere of darkness hovering in the center.

"power OF hell, LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH !"he bellowed as the six revulsion Obelisks all caused the power of Lucifer and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the Masters of distortion began channeling their energy straight towards the sphere of dark above his one-seventh head, while channeling the power of their titan mounts through their own body. With the power of a one C Masters of Torture and Titan pumping through his veins, all with their strength multiplied by the repulsion Obelisks, Lucifer's energy levels more than doubled retiring what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a facial expression of surprise as he felt the blaze Prince's power tier skyrocket without any star sign of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well produce the potty of hell through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of invidia, everyone struggled to breath and stay on their fundament as Satan's power levels weighed down upon them like an total ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the nerve center of Lucifer's chest, jet-black with a hopeful red ten-pointed whizz for a school-age child."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprise, he was far from alarmed. In fact, he was already bored."Are you going to attack or not, because I don't want all of that stretching I did to take been for nothing."

With a bellow in reply, Lucifer opened the jaws of one of his oral sex and launched an apocalypse Eruption, several fourth dimension more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This time, the natural military group field that stood around Baltoh was not strong 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 Lapplander smear with the radio beam being deflected and washing over him like a vacuity behind a moving vehicle. Lurching forward, Beelzebub strengthened the flack, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from Satan and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able-bodied to found so much tycoon with just one of his heads was a bad omen, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven question together to imprint and pull wires the energy.

The fire ended and Baltoh's optic widened as Lucifer's pharynx met his eyeshot, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the blast. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe aloofness but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's heads 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 finger, releasing a concentrate shockwave that was as muscular as a meteor impact. match was thrown back with riffle traveling through his organic structure but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should have ripped off all his heads and splattered him like a paint balloon. It seems that his power isn't the merely affair that has been enhanced…'

"Demon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his psyche, Lucifer shot out his tongue like a toad frog, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber fastball. Warping in the air, the knife mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in brand of bone. With a switch of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible leaf blade of vertical push, slicing the appendage in half down the center. Undeterred by the combat injury, the two one-half of the clapper went in contrary focal point and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal blade, slicing off the split constituent of the tongue. Lucifer showed no augury of feeling any annoyance, and with a whip, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the severed tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to grab him and reappeared to the side, launching another blade and severing the tongue. To the sound of Prince of Darkness's booming joke, 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."heavenly Art : Star Birth."

A small vault of heaven of red visible radiation shot from the tip of his fingerbreadth, flying over to Lucifer and entering his bothersome foreland. In a deafening roar and a blinding flash, the head was ripped apart by a illumination nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in agony from the wipeout of his head, but within seconds, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the principal was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timber prison house,"Baltoh cast, clasping his hands together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the universe of discourse, a colossal tree burst out of the terra firma beside Lucifer and began growing at a phenomenal rate, forming a pack around the Hell Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his branch, wings, and head teacher. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was so great that it had more than three times the vegetation biomass as the Amazon jungle.

With a thunder, Lucifer opened up his next chief and vomited up a waterfall of black sludge, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The goo poured down onto his chasteness, instantly causing the Ellen Price Wood to move around grey with death and deteriorate as if through hastened vector decomposition. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"demon Art : defunctness Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a automobile gun.

These totems were different from the horror obelisk and inferno Abysses, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty infantry in height, surrounded on all four side by human underframe frozen in a aspect of desperation as they reached for the top of the spire. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a vast mushroom cloud of fire, dwarfing the most sinewy nuclear burst with their combined force. Baltoh was in the core of the burning hurricane with his arms crossed and a face of ennui on his fount. Back at the Sea of enviousness, everyone was watching the scene with tone of awe and fear, waiting for their savior to reveal himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The plosion came to a complete and utter halt as every speck within its perimeter sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the ability to make a motion. All the expanding gasses and dust in the detonation were literally frozen in time. Baltoh ended the spell and all the matter in the blowup suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sirocco with the sudden going of the wind, having been drained of all momentum and Department of Energy. Everyone on the coast looked at the screen raised his or her hand and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ magnate absorption, transmutation, summoning, venomous acid, and energy blasts. If my possibility is sort out, the last two fountainhead each have their own unique power.'

"Demon Art : apparition Nightmare !"lucifer bellowed with his 5th head.

Shimmering like a hologram, friction match slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of vitality from the Masters of torturing and behemoth came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the hell Prince completely disappeared, not just from panorama, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, experience his muscularity, or otherwise recover any trace of his energy throughout underworld, 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 world power to draw a blank my senses…"

"Right you are !"Lucifer howled as he reappeared behind Baltoh and snapped him up like a whale catching a fly. Everyone watching the battle gasped in horror, believing the battle to be over, but the Valkyries and Archangels all had surefooted grin, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pathetic attack.

"Celestial Art : Universal Plague !"Baltoh called out from inside Lucifer's mouth.

A arcminute after the declaration of the spell, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in bother. Everyone watching the screen of light back at the sea squinted to reckon out what was going on and gained smiles of sculptural relief and joy as it became obvious. Lucifer was swinging his fifth head wildly as his teeth and build slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a greens moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetite for devil flesh and Demon energy. With all the major power in Prince of Darkness's body, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth head, Lucifer drew a long dagger-like steel of red and total darkness steel and used it so sever the infected head before the virus could spread. Baltoh analyzed the blade closely, sensing its ability before it was even used.

"A blade that seals hard liquor with which it cuts, a very handy exponent when fighting daimon and Archangels. But I should discourage you now, that steel will bear no more affect on me than any of your former power. I have transcended far past the point in time where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a holloa of frustration, Devil cast a spell of healing to reanimate his nous and then brought all seven together. With the heads forming a gang and each looking in the center, a celestial sphere of red and black energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The passe-partout of Torture and Titans were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of energy they had into Lucifer while he charged the sector. After only a few seconds, it was in a solid former league from the Revelation of Saint John the Divine Eruption, great enough to possibly rip a gob between dimensions or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your feeble attempts to harm me. It is fourth dimension that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the sector reached critical mass.

"Please, the most powerful Hell Prince is no more a danger to me than the most powerful bacteria. admit me to indicate you the true power of a god. heavenly Art : Galactic sagaciousness. Celestial Art : universal proposition Sculptor,"he said with a inscrutable haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a sphere of pure black matter materialized, as large as a mountain and more ominous than the scout of an approaching USA. Everyone watching the battle, be it Crusader or headmaster of Torture, gazed at the sphere and gasped in unbelief as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unparalleled awe and fear. It was a black hole ; a typographical error orb of subject so dense and heavy that the atoms compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human intellect. It was a beacon, the end of all reason and arguing. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the complete and add up end of the planet from the interior out was that Baltoh was using the Universal sculptor tour to shape the laws of cathartic themselves, allowing him to modify or deactivate them however he wanted.

"I would reserve on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black hole's gravitational wrench to spill out in a small controlled release.

In a holloa so loud that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every food grain of sand within the blackamoor desert and every drop of the liquid state flaming in the Lake of Fire were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of sand from every single human spirit that crumbled away within the dunes from all across fourth dimension was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in dashing hopes as a cloud of surging fateful sand blocked his or her prospect like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, daystar reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his follower, granting them the strength to cast shields impregnable enough to protect them from the gravitational pull.

After twenty minutes in which nonentity moved, the endure grains of sand and drop-off of liquid state fervency were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were monumental temple and altars, adorned with bronzy statues of Angels and Archangels. Radiating from the temples like ripples in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, forum, dramatics, and rows of sign from mansions to huts. It was an integral web of cities.

"hoot it, I can't move,"Lucifer cursed, barely able to talk. He wasn't the solitary one cursed ; every Master of twisting and colossus was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the truthful difference between our long suit and let regret be the final emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a cryptic authoritative voice as he clapped his script together.

Up above the desert devoid of Sand, the inkiness hole shattered into decade of billions of marbles, all made from the super-dense material. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marbles across the sky, holding them above the battlefield with each weighing as much as a unharmed wiz. With the Pentateuch of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto Lucifer and his minions. Falling like perdurable meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each Demon uncountable metre, each experiencing an instruction execution like XX loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

Prince of Darkness, the Masters of Torture, and the Titans didn't even have fourth dimension to scream as their torso were thrust tens of zillion of times, each filled with more maw than a dish sponge. From the swiftness and power of the falling marbles, aerosolized daimon blood line filled the air and flesh, muscleman, and bone were shredded as if in a blender. Upon inter-group communication with the ground, a vast rubble cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the grime, fundamental principle, and endless layers of gemstone, using only their exercising weight and momentum. The smoke eventually cleared, and not a undivided trace of Baltoh's enemies could be found. In place of the battlefield, a monumental pit had been carved into Hell, deepening every s as the blanket of black jam marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with thunderous hand clapping upon the return of his followers, all shouting and clapping from his legendary defeat of the the pits Prince and a minuscule ground forces of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like Thomas Kid on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, mollie, and rosemary pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the genuine challenge was staving off ennui,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a farseeing, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the network of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh smiling gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remnant from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the jurisdiction and ascendency of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angels and archangel lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this region for their offence. Originally, there were hundred of these cities scattered across Hell, like the forts that dotted the roman mete bulwark that served as lowly towns for soldiers. These settlement were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the can of Hell and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"fountainhead Master, with the Ash sphere and the Lake of Fire destroyed, at least you won't see too many demon and Gargoyles,"Rosmarinus officinalis mused, relighting Baltoh's grin before he turned to his Crusaders.

"Crusaders ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his top executive to increase the king of his voice so that everyone would try him. The armored followers all became understood, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim nether region in the name of ignitor and justice. However, you can not follow me past this point in time, as my next address is the sand dune of Sloth. You are all to regress to the Sea of envy, the metropolis of Wrath, the burning pastureland and the rest of the Ash Fields, and stay freeing sinless psyche. I know the next roach very well, and think me when I say that it is better if I bring as few masses as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and thwarting from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three circles of perdition, the domain we've actually covered and the act of innocent souls is minuscule compared to the entireness of this major planet. There is still a lot of employment to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly wish to attend me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the truehearted Crusaders obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a irregular sweep of the crossed land. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned urban center, peering into the homes and buildings as he sampled the lost culture. Selene, Molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the only if 1 with him, the relaxation of the Archangels having left with the reformer to serve fight any Titans of Masters of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to image out his avowedly reasoning for sending away the abandoned army. Stepping into an abandoned abode, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, several times old than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, you should all be paying Thomas More attention to your surroundings. After all, contrary to what you've been told in Heaven, you are in the early domicile of your precursor. manhood is far Old than you know, and the Angelica Archangelica that came before you are the ace who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the side by side desert and keep going through Hell ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those police force that I said even I couldn't falling out ? One of them dominance movement through hellhole ; you can only move from one rophy by crossing through the others between you and your destination. Basically, as far as crossing over through the dimension with backer office go, you can only skip over back and Forth River between unlike sphere of the circle that you left from. It's why we had to actually come in Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the Dunes of Sloth have even more rules ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping long space, and no super-speed. The only way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as tenebrous exists, so will those rules ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his sward,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the stallion lot ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his fundament hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't necessitate the Crusaders 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 the building, taking a second base to trace the strange idiom of Enochian.

"The dune of laziness have another name, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of sand that can hide and reveal anything at any time. It also causes hallucinations. If we took our U. S. Army in there, we would be lucky to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique classification of degree of Hell, in that the hell Prince is the nation itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of tree sloth, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the lost, meaning that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his mind moves far to slowly to form thoughts, but his vim and oppressive existence are still rich and powerful. The daemon and Gargoyle population in the desert is impossible to measure out, as they can be swallowed by the George Sand and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be trivial to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a lowly cavern chamber, gazing with almost a sad look on his face. The rampart were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze chalice, sticker, and flint-lock pistols, to rings, flask and watches, all ranging across time on Earth and each tens of 1000 of inferno geezerhood old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were strips of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hillock was strung up across the chamber, made from tree from the isle of the Damned. The spelunk entering looked out over the Desert of the Lost from a towering spate spire in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entryway and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your place ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew weary of battle, I would get here to kip. I picked this cave because the dune of slothfulness are the last stead anyone would dare flavor for me. Even professional 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 get it and forget 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 strip show of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

Selene picked up an old pocket sentry from one of the shelf carved into the wall. It looked so fragile ancient that she held it and touched it as if were made of guts. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a moving picture of beautiful womanhood. The ice face of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the manus and numbers were inconspicuous and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's haircloth semblance. The womanhood 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 people that I am made of. When citizenry come to nether region, they bring everything they had on them at the clock time of their death. knight, soldiers, fuzz, executioner, fathers, Word, brothers… Their conflate spirits and volition created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of Hades for their belongings, trying to understand who I am and who I was. I guess that my pursuance has prevented my nonstop daimon butchery from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hillock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been long time since I've been here. But considering the flow of time in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and find oneself this home still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the weave outgrowth of the sack, remembering the time and skill it took to name and flashing back to each case-by-case part.

Selene had a ardent 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.

"seed on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With chains linking them together, the group of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any chances, he refused to risk losing anyone to the sands. The going was far slower than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dunes is difficult, but unlike the dunes back on Earth, the towering hills of sand did not remain still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the sand dune rose and fell like waves on the jerky ocean, meaning that walking a full-strength line of merchandise and staying balanced was impossible. Everyone gave the genial order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their weight and making the arduous trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raffaello Santi became fed up with the inconceivable march 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 gumption. He came up sputtering in jounce, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a taste of sand.

"What the sin happened ?"he asked, getting back to his ft with his whole body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the basis becomes the sky. This desert is thick with reality-bending normal that not even I may break. I can't even cast a spell because it will immediately melt and reappear in the space around the planet. If I were to try and remove the desert with a total darkness hole like I did before, it would appear in space above the isle of the Damned and most potential devour the planet."Baltoh said, demonstrating by creating a arena of water system in his script, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"Molly asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your settle to keep back moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass through this desert without any trouble. Don't trouble, I may not be able to mould any go, but I am more than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time bend dexter in manner that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the dorsum of a sand dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a huge lading ship.

The range connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and shock absorber. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean floor, the receding sand dune had lowered the sand horizontal surface and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of masses, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with looks of miserable agony on their faces and their munition 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 sand dune rolled in beneath their feet.

"Sorry, that just scared the crap out me."

"What were they ?"Rosemary asked.

"Damned someone, just like all the other people in Hell. The Desert of the lost villein as the prison for four kind of sinner ; suicide victims that denied themselves biography itself and wallowed in their pain, lazy worthless parasite that helped no one, Noel Coward that allowed law-breaking and calamity occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive invalid that devoted their life sentence to one matter and shut out everyone and anything else. Their offense is unproblematic : they denied themselves the human race and take to exist in darkness. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their infliction from life in an interminable rhythm while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning ability of Belphegor.

suicide victim and multitude who brought forth their own miserableness and sorrowfulness into their minds are played their life sentence over and over again beneath the sands, sloths and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed tragedy to take place to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in sprightliness and turned away from the existence lose all their sentiency. They all suffer for their half-lived lives, all the while, Belphegor floods their minds and psyche with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposition of an antidepressant. It is a terrible circumstances, one that truly stings my heart when I think about it. But we will not be able-bodied to help any of them until we defeat tenebrous and polish off him from force, so we must go along onward.

Everyone be thrifty, as your head may very well become your worst enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable sum of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got easier. more meter was spent waiting for a dune to surpass beneath their feet than actually worn-out walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's power 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 binding, Michael was staring at Baltoh with disrespect, filled with shame, anger, and green-eyed monster. Baltoh had always been his swear enemy, even when they fought together against the ogre. He thought he had finally let go of his hate when he came to sin, but now it was returning. He always believed he would stand out Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always stronger than him, wiping the floor with the Angelica Archangelica in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the look of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The only if thing not bad than his hatred was his pity, shame that he allowed himself to fall so far and Baltoh tor cost increase so high. As his focus on Baltoh grew and grew, his muckle began to dim and his auditory modality became muffled.

Next in production line was Raffaello Sanzio, he too experiencing genial upheaval as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and listen him say. He had been right every meter, shaking Raphael's belief to its centre. The fact that he had transcended to the pot of Cinereo and could see both loose and iniquity as well as the mogul of the creation proved that there was a level of Godhead power that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the cities that stood in the former Ash Fields, formerly inhabited by his precursor when perdition was unlike. He had always been told that Maker created Heaven, Hell, and world and brought Forth life. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of match power to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal Hell from the holy man themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he produce spirits like JHVH and Tenebrous could create Archangels and monster, but he could create actual animation, giving entities two aliveness times in existence. Was this why Angel and Angelica Archangelica fell and became Gargoyles and Demons ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the Sojourner 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 inquiry, sand 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 masses, entombed in rock with aspect of miserableness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the priming lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the raspy 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 harm. As another sand dune picked them up, everyone got back onto their base and continued marching.

Ahead in the concatenation was Gabriel, shaking his head from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his idea, he began to ponder the possibility that he would not survive this journey through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the Hell Princes like flies, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and liberate the inexperienced person souls of snake pit, and he had seen the impossible become mutual. But now a simple desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the flesh, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the true power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the belly of the savage, trying to front the god of iniquity while literally walking through his smashing advantage.
‘ It has to be a lying in wait ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is snap his finger's breadth and create an army of Hell Princes to kill us while he and Baltoh fight in an unavoidable standstill. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should give birth come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the panic and completely unaware of the surd sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in tune was Molly, who felt so pale that she almost expected to throw up. While she walked, her mind had begun to wander, and against her will, it strayed into a geographical zone that she had forbidden herself to depend into. Memories of her torture and demise at the hands of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on snowy fabric. She had shed her mortal body and had one that held no scars of her torment, she had come to term with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel body, and she had even been cozy and found love, yet she could not stir away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I palpate this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all feels so tonic and recent. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I allowed myself to be used as a sex toy by Selene and Baltoh, I was turned into a fuck-slave by those monsters, and right after I die, the first matter I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me ? ! I'm nothing but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing nothing about it ! I'm pathetic !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her intellect began replaying her torment in lifelike detail over and over again, all while her body moved like a tool on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red eyes glowing, the empire of evildoer roared and managed to free his arm, desperately reaching out to try and seize them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandlike tides. No one paid any attention to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the chain and walking in battlefront of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to affect through the dunes while she kept her eyes fixated on Selene and Baltoh before her. Her affection felt like a cold Harlan F. Stone in her chest, yet incertitude and despair was pumping through her mineral vein. Not too long ago, she had been insinuate 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 deeply, dark, inglorious desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a desperate crack-whore or a kidnap dupe with her so slavish and degenerative that she would have allowed a chemical group of strangers to gang up bang her on his fragile whim. Then, after that attachment was made, he reduced her to one of his concubine, using her as just an component 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 toy, and she would forever be too bore and willing to alter it. She wasn't his lover ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these twisted Lie were repeated in her intellect. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and sorrowfulness, and just like Molly, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, genus Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No matter how hard she tried to stimulate it off, she could not rid herself of her concern, fear of the future. She was only a few animal foot from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly finish ? Were their tactile sensation for each early, inviolable as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human sprightliness ? Had the openness she felt for orgy and letting him do it other fair sex been her subconscious mind trying to severalise her that the way she felt wasn't really ? That their love was aught to a greater extent than sex wrapped in a thinly veil of false emotions ? Even if their passion was strong, was it possible to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to think that God loved human race and loved his Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't tending less and didn't bother to get involved, she couldn't assistance but enquire if that was the like fate she and Baltoh would part. Baltoh was now elysian ; he was an Creator deity. What hope did she stimulate of being able to keep the interest of individual who could shape the universe itself ? How could she keep the attention of soul who could create lifetime and change realism ? With such a vast difference between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their dear, or would this be like a teenaged girlfriend trying to keep a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another country 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 relationship that her whole trunk was trembling and she could not keep tears from running down her impertinence. With her signified beginning to languish, she reached out to touch him, as if to visualise 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 living. You're the only when man I've ever loved ; you've shown me More and made me felicitous than I ever dreamed. My integral world has been completely reshaped all because of you and my sexual love for you. If we drift apart, then zippo will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be able-bodied to block myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden plosive consonant. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to address."Michael, while our baron may not have been equal, you were my touch and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to know the truth and I'm gladiola we can finally be ally, because your dedication was so much like mine that we could consume been like sidekick. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your faith is lost, don't lose yourself. Don't pass up because what you learn about the world, regulate your own earthly concern around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is treasonably, your mission, your obligation, and your identity are as genuine as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never entrust anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my watch. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost religious belief in ourselves. That is where true military strength comes from ; firmness of purpose and confidence.

Molly, you are far stronger than you give yourself quotation. It is unheard of for an Angel to convalesce from scars in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a disembodied spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of intimacy, as that only means you were too solid to let your dying slow you down and ruin your future. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

Rosmarinus officinalis, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be felicitous for the bond we share. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you exactly what you wanted, but everything I did when we were together, I did because I thought it would satisfy you. You are important to me, and I will always keep you in my substance and have intercourse you. I love you, Rosemary. I know you've always wanted to pick up me say those words, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a warm up grin."Even with my reverent business leader, there is no way for me to properly express how much I love you and how I always will. I could take every star in the universe and save a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still consider it a failure to shew you astuteness of my erotic love. I could create a major planet with life-time, solely for the use of allowing a coinage to germinate until it is capable to earn a sound so beautiful that I would use it to defecate a symphony to try and let you have it off how happy you make me, but it would never be near enough. genus Selene, I love you with all my heart, the gist that I have only because of you."

The great power of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all mental poison of the Desert of the Lost. The three Archangels all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric gumption of a weight unit being lifted off their shoulders so keen that they couldn't recall the finale meter ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their master copy bite and the slow-forming membrane of rock appearing on Gabriel and Raffaello Santi crumbled into guts. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with molly falling to her knees, Rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as possible. With the exercising weight of his speech communication, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of laziness and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our minds the all time ?"She whispered in his ear with her face buried in his hood like an fauna in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to tell when you are hurting. I figured saying the countersign you all needed to take heed would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with rosemary below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their strong drink revitalized and protected by Baltoh's discussion, everyone followed him with renewed muscularity. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to vote down Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not run out. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more hidden danger and secrets beneath the sands. sand dune would wave aside to discover cocooned spirits with look of agony, ogre and Bleaks that would come up for only a second and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the littoral. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The blasted souls were few and far between, but they all had standardised rags for apparel that covered their soundbox and almost all carried some form of walking stick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the lost Ones. These are the somebody who wasted their spirit in selfish and fruitless obsession, shutting themselves off from the earth. For their sin, they lose all sensory faculty, and because of it, they are often the world-class 1 to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this point, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to pass along with them, as we are naught but ghosts in their cosmos,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped psyche to toe in rags to protect himself from the guts walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, look ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the horizon where a cloud of guts and rubble was moving towards them and growing in sizing and elevation.

"Damn it, that is really going to slow us down."



forsaking easygoing movement for protection, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored conformation, using the lawsuit to keep the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was slow before, everyone now ducking in the wind as they tried to walk through the splashing waving of sand had now brought it to a creeping. Even Baltoh had to harbor his eye and case from the sand, ineffectual to do anything to barricade it in the desert. He had to play by Tenebrous'rules while in Hell, and that meant enduring through the sand dune of Sloth. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping steady terms was next to impossible. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandy earthly concern, only with the chemical chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the cloud of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to figure out where the vocalization had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the steer died down and everyone looked up, gasping in revulsion. A sand sand dune, as magnanimous as a hospital, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, present moment before the dune fell and enveloped them.

organism tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for affectionately life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break off it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could happen. Wrapped in a membrane of air that kept the sand at bay, Baltoh's blood ran cold as he sensed a very obscure mien nearby. Something was there with them, something with a powerfulness darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first fourth dimension since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his heart, as the range of mountains around his waist suddenly became slack. The chain had been broken !

"genus Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the George Sand, grasping her hand.

She held on desperately with terror radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's intensity, her mitt slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the police of Tenebrous siphoning whatever top executive he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank deeper and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the Baroness Dudevant around him disappeared and he fell into open 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 beetleweed, red as blood with everything from lead to planets, all inhabited solely by Demons, Gargoyles, Titans, and master key of Torture. Compared to this galaxy, the universe in hell on earth was little more than a tiny saliva of the universe, like comparing a small bacteria culture to all the life-time on land. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the space around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead snail, he flew towards the shopping centre of the wandflower, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the world in endorsement, he came to the rank warmness of the beetleweed ; a fiery maelstrom as wide in diameter as an integral solar system, and hovering over the center was a black throne, made from human and fiend bones. Sitting in it was a monstrous being, the King of Hades, Tenebrous.

The god of swarthiness had a somewhat like build to all Demons, but was mostly unique. Instead of grey Black, his skin was a mystifying bloody red and he was far more than muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black spikes running up his pegleg and forearms. He had three curing of horns, two like a butt's that curled around his capitulum and pointed forward past his let down jaw, two like a fuzz's that extended from his synagogue, and two that curved back over his cranium almost aerodynamically like Baltoh's old automobile horn, and above them hovered a crown of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a cape that grew out of his small back and reached upwards past his head with five bony rooftree keeping it rigid. It almost looked like he was sitting in the palm of a huge webbed hand. His eyes were jet-black with fiery iris diaphragm, he had slit-like nostrils instead of a android nose, and his abnormally large low-down jaw had three spike-like tusk protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight feet in height, practically a rodent or insect when compared to the Titans or hell Princes, but his major power was truly inexplicable to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day tenacious than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle someone as powerful as I. Welcome, Baltoh, welcome to your doom."His words literally carried so much weight that anyone of Archangel level or lower would be killed upon hearing them. Tenebrous stood up, holding his limb out to his sides."Behold ! The armies of Hell, deal crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will disembark from blaze and use this beetleweed of followers to seize all of Cinereo, and then, paradise itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain and ruin everything I have worked to build. I decided to just land to me so that we could campaign this conflict once and for all. Your friends are being taken forethought of by minions, and if you want them to go, I suggest you try and ticktock me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his helping hand and materialized a six-foot claymore brand of red and black alloy, the same kind of alloy that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate conflict Menachem Begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a sloping chop shot to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own blade and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John Roy Major disappointment if you think you can fight back me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a bright flash as their steel met, shining for a few second before fading. As the light receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each former and thirty pes of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'brand was gone and the daemon king had a immense cut going through his chest, carving through the left side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his nitty-gritty.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and light bending around the jet-black vane."And you're a major dashing hopes if you think I would fight you with a brand of Hellsteel. This sword is made from the topic of a melanise hole and has the same density and weight of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitational pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic story. For the transient moment, it is able to take in igniter itself, meaning that it is more than capable of breaking through and devouring any defense weaker than itself. Now, get out your substantial sword and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the reliable Demon B. B. King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an trick, disappearing as the real Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very honorable. It seems that you truly are worthy of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your petition and face you ; no illusions, no natural law, just raw power."appearance in his hand, another claymore mine appeared, this one with a blade of distil Hellfire, almost like the pack flames of a wiz."Now let the battle of the idol truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each other and locked swords.



Selene's bright super acid optic opened and she groaned in rawness, feeling like a shoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the visor of her helm, but could not make out any of her surround, as the field glass was covered with some sort of gooey substance. While her unit body ached, she managed to get up her hand and wipe off most of the goo. Blinking to top her vision, she looked around at her surroundings and gagged in horror. She was inside some sort of carven with the wall, flooring, and ceiling made of slimy material body. She looked down both centering of the corridor, barely able to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her feet, glad she was wearing her gas-tight armour as she realized that her whole body was covered in the mucus-like slime of the sarcoid cave. However, her hairsbreadth was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the muck. Trying to stay on her feet, she raised her energy levels, burning away the gunk and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her spokesperson echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of ass am I ?"She asked, if only to get some symmetricalness through the auditory sensation of her own voice.

"You are in the venter of Baal,"a wispy interpreter murmured, making her jumping. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated bulwark for the root of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a pocket-size earth tremor shook of the folding of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the sheep pen, 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 flavor on his face and blood oozing from his injury that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the Circle of gula, where those who lived to eat instead of eating to live suffer until the end of time inside the Hell Prince himself. You have been devoured."

"Oh my god, you hapless man,"genus Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the parasites and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her arms around the frail main and tried to pull him free of the fleshy prison, but his limbs almost appeared to have got fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the phone of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh diddley, I am so sorry,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't issue, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand years, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to sense my consistence get peeled away by those diminutive hemipteron and the strong suit pulled from my body by Baal. There is nil that can smart me after what I've experienced."

"Don't worry, you'll be free soon. My boyfriend is going to vote out Tenebrous and release all the destitute souls. But I need to make love, accept you seen anyone in here with armour like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armour was white. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the Angelica Archangelica. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power level raised to light up her path, knowing that there could be risk around every corner. She felt like the camera of a colonoscopy. The walls around her were filled with sometime gourmand, all locked within the wet folds and in dissimilar microscope stage of their umteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking strait and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a drove of the parasitical Gargoyles, famished and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of White Flames !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of flame almost as hot as the airfoil of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the wow and pops of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all bushed, she ended the go and looked down into the pit to see the damage she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the interior of the fleshy tunnel didn't even have a unmarried burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden closing of the walls countered her disbelief. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine dig, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to catch her once it reached her position. All the hoi polloi trapped in the faithful of the bulwark moaned in pain from the sudden movement. Hoping for different termination, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening tunnel."Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her eyes from the sparkle, she fired a massive beam of electricity, hoping to blow the tunnel back open. The closing tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it entirely like starving man stuffing his face. No damage had been done ; her flak was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with firing, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a 100 human foot, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a banking company along the side of a pool of gastric loony toons, as magnanimous as a pond. With the sound of movement echoing from the pecker behind her, Selene cursed and bound across the green bubbling pool.

sibilation as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armor with the wet membrane of Zen that covered them. With whiplashing speed, they pulled Selene down into the pocket billiards and the gastric battery-acid consumed her. Beneath the airfoil, Selene once again mentally thank Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already finger the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer bed and her hair had already been disintegrated.

drafting Forth River her blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a heavy flaps of her offstage, propelling herself out of the syndicate. Having landed on the other side with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and ramble a healing patch."Celestial Art : Time Replenish !"

Through a pocket-size soma of sentence change, she began to furbish up her armor, returning it to its pilot State Department, and even regrow her onyx hair. It was very similar to the repairing barrier that the Angels used in time of exorcism.

A loudly scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her point with a nemesis. Crawling out of the folds of the fleshy rampart were billions of the louse and spidery parasite that Selene had seen before, all ravenous and bold.

"Angel Art : sanctum Burn !"
Shining brighter than a degree light, a deluge of prosperous flaming surged down from the succeeding corridor, forcing Selene to get across her eye and shield herself with her wings. The holy flames filled the sleeping room like a flood, incinerating the leech but leaving genus Selene unharmed. As the skunk cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"shucks, am I glad to see you,"Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any fellow faces, desire me, I'm gladiola I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to find Baltoh then to at least invalidate digestion."

"It won't be easy. Baal's dead body is basically one giant network of breadbasket and the DoI are almost completely immune to damage. My spells and sword just slew off wish oil on water."
"well if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to receive a real release, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal volcano stood in the ground, prominent than Mt. Mt. Everest and continuously spewing Forth River bullet and pure molten gilded instead of magma. Castles and dungeons had been built into the side of the vent with blame souls streaming in and out, either going in to receive their penalisation or coming out with Au bricks tied to their physical structure with barbed wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely strike and lacerating their flesh. For over a C miles, the land surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mountains of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the Circle of avaritia.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old base, the artefact stretched from across time, including objects such as Farsi coins, silver-tongued jewelry, and bricks of one dollar bill pecker. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a Chain of fossa, leading to the veins of molten gold beneath the ground. There, the damnably mortal would toss their glossy exercising weight back into the fire and Mar back to the mountain to regain it in a solid form so that the cognitive process could be repeated. Beyond the ring of fiery pitfall was a barrier of mountains, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four sort of punishment : you either carried the gold to the pits where they would be melted back down and flow back to the vent while barbed conducting wire cut through your muscleman like a hot knife through butter, you would travail in the vent to pretend the Au bricks where the air was hot enough for frame to melt off the bones, you were thrown down into the infernal region where you were boiled in molten Au with your consistence always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the scads of trinkets or treasured metals, forever feeling your bones shatter and your organs collapse as you were crushed over and over again without reprieve.

molly and Gabriel were hiding in the junkyards, knowing that getting caught now would entail certain death if it drew the Inferno Prince to them. There was little chance for natural selection against Mammon, Prince of Greed.

"So where do we go ?"Molly asked, looking around to make sure that they weren't being watched. But with how many Demons and Gargoyles there were swarming around and tormenting the deuced souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just throw for the margin and hope we can leave unnoticed. From there, it's all a matter of trying to find our armorial bearing. But I know nothing for sure, as I have never been to Hell. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the rattling outskirts of the on-key circle."

"Intruders !"a Demon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of rip clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hand at the devil and launched a bam of lightning, but the animal dodged the blast and returned with a Dark beat, all the while alerting every demonic entity in the expanse of their presence. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the fire, causing it to bend and change focusing midstream.

"Demon Art : Debt recovery !"

Bursting from the dry land, a skeletal helping hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but Molly wasn't around to be grabbed. The fiend looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even substantiate he was in her shadow, she decapitated it from behind with a golf stroke of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the reason, the roars of his comrade could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, Demons and Gargoyles swarmed around Molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to make for the border !"mollie said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two battler swerved between the good deal of junk with the forces of Hell firing balance beam of energy down to try and hit them. Each escape beam of light would do a active detonation, throwing artefact and trapped mortal into the air like pinpoint of turd. As they glided at top speed, a pinched hand burst from the ground and grabbed molly's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly potent enough to master her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerk was enough to destabilize molly and charge her rolling across the ground.

"mollie !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot by her.

Molly looked up and her eyes widened as a building-sized pile of amber bricks was directly hit with a wickedness impulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pile to angle over and form an avalanche of crushing metal. Normal atomic number 79 could never smart Molly in her normal manakin, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not suit intangible and pass through it.

"Celestial Art : Tornado Scythe !"she called, creating her chopper.

Swinging it like a jumbo fan, she created a powerful gale force wind, more muscular than any globe storm. The powerful wind and the brand of push it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the giant in the air. The beast were knocked out of the sky, many due to intermit bones and a few from getting melon-sized pickle blasted in their chest of drawers. With another flap of her wings, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous thunder pushed aside Molly's acquired confidence as a typographical error mountain of old possessions erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the form of a colossal turtle with armour legs, neck, and human face and fortress on her back, brimming with cannon. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glowing eyes, the turtle swiveled her cannon in their steering and began firing Dark pulsation, tossing the champion through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its scope, then it can't hurt us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an explosion and landed roughly on a passel of old watches.

"Fine, but we have to stay low to the ground. If we go up above the piles, that thing will scud us out of the sky,"Molly said as she picked up a purple arctic strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragical sex-related end. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to ground. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a squawk out of this matter,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the ground, molly and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rats through a maze, with the turtleneck quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"molly laughed.

"Demon Art : specter shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a track of wipeout through the junkyard, she caught up to molly and Gabriel with the hurrying of a bullet.

"Oh jack ! Celestial Art : Sonic Sprint !"Molly swore.

"backer Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, Molly and Gabriel shot past the turtleneck. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the spell and chased after them, leaving another itinerary of wipeout in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtleneck took aim with her cannons and hit them both with a train barrage of Dark Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious mind 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 bottom !"Molly panted, struggling to remain awake as she used a spell to remedy her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the polo-neck like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The shaft of light of light caused massive quantity of devastation to the fort on the turtle's back, each wallop adequate to the crash and explosion of a propane truck. But regardless of the equipment casualty inflicted, the fortress would touch on itself like flesh through a healing magic spell, insuring that the cannon were always in operation. While Gabriel distracted the beast, mollie went to knead on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : hotshot Birth ! ethereal Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the pocket-size sphere of red Light as the secondment enchantment took affect, making the turn turtle weightless. In a fiery split second, a illumination nuclear fusion reaction erupted underneath the turtleneck, throwing her into the air, snarling in painful sensation."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, finish her !"

"Angel Art : God Almighty Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the interchange polo-neck with his brand in hand.

Stabbing the turtleneck in the very heart and soul of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more superpower than a plane wreck and instantly shattered every bone and plate in her eubstance. rakehell and gut sprayed in all counseling as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcase, sending sword of osseous tissue through the air that were as secure and sharp as metal.

"red cent, she was ruffianly,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not sturdy enough. come up on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No sooner had the flaming sword been sealed before mollie and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a drab zip on the air, making their limbs feel like dope. The air was partnered with a loud atrocious holla, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercifulness of mammon, Hell Prince of Greed.



rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to knowingness. She looked around, trying to fancy out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a moderate-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval pansy's bedroom. A bed with hanging drape sat in the nook, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the room. The floor had soaker rug and the walls were decorated with painting and statues of naked human body, many in the midriff of liaison. There were no doors or Windows in the room and no visible source of visible light other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of miniature across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the kiss of the air or the bite of the metal trammel, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely naked. She tried to draw on her ability to recover her armor or split 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 land,"a fair sex purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosemary when she blinked. Aside from her black hair and grayish skin quality, the woman looked exactly like Rosemary ; same physical structure, same height, same nerve, like everything. She too was completely naked, standing two feet below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosmarinus officinalis mumbled, wincing from the line that was being worn into her neck by her metal collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the woman answered as she leaned forward and blew on rosemary's tits, tickling her nipples to full stop with her intimation. Rosemary shivered at the suddenly light of arousal at the teasing of her exposed body. She tried to focus her idea, needing to regain control and figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the hell on earth Prince ? Are you Asmodeus ?"

"Yes, I am the ruler of this land, but"Prince"is just a silly moniker. I have no gender or eubstance other than the one I want, and I decided that I like your torso ; this cherubic innocent body,"she said coyly before running her natural language up Rosmarinus officinalis's flat belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a kiss on the mall of her breast.

Rosemary's breathing became quick and shoal as she tried to suppress the powerful rush of arousal and hot pants that swept through her. The animal hint of this stranger's tongue against her vulnerable bare body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take extra special care of you, so I decided that since you are an extra peculiar guest, I would show that snake pit isn't only about pain in the ass and torture. You can also bask in dateless pleasure,"she said seductively as she kissed the position of Rosemary's adolescent breast.

Rosemary turned away, trying to crusade her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to Master Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a delicate moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy, swirling it between the soft sassing. Rosemary could feel something different from this signature, like the woman's fingerbreadth carried an galvanizing charge. It was as if she were working a novelty impact toy in her pussy, making it succeeding to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the force which I use to fry the damned souls here. But this is a especial gift for you, you'll experience pleasure that will mock your wildest fantasies,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between Rosemary's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her nipples and scrubbing the lulu chassis with her tongue.

Rosemary's whole body was blushing red and every breather carried the softest moan as she desperately tried to suppress her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her self-respect once her clothes were gone. With her limbs secured to the cold-blooded gem wall and the metallic element shackles biting her material body and keeping her from being capable to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's master defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few bit, her thigh were damp with the wetness from her moistening snatch and she was crying in shame, having given her dead body and mind to Baltoh and now being used by this swayer of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three fingers into Rosmarinus officinalis's cunt and was fucking her furiously while licking off the tears that the Valkyrie dripped onto her breasts.

"Don't worry, baby, you're my property now. Once you have your orgasm, your person will belong to to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"Rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her fluid pegleg pressed together, but unable to whelm her control.

Ignoring her whine, Asmodeus spread her legs and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her foresighted serpent-like lingua, gently prodding rosemary's snatch with the quivering tendrils. Rosmarinus officinalis struggled not to react to the burning pleasure between her legs, but belittled cracks of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low seismic disturbance of Lust Lightning to tease and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her lover, Asmodeus locked her lips with the brim of Rosmarinus officinalis's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clit with her lips and flexing her farseeing wet knife inside the velvet Interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the acquisition of a master, making it next to unsufferable to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was outdoor Asmodeus'castle, fighting through hordes of Demons.

The archangel had seen the"Prince"of Lust nobble the unconscious Valkyrie and take her to the gamey tug of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the Gates of her mountain-sized blackness castle, deep in the bouldered crags of Hell. The rook was split into three towboat that pierced the fateful roaring clouds and made the skyscrapers on world look like two-story army hut. It was made from the petrified eubstance of raw men and charwoman and along with being formed and placed to provide body structure for the castle, they were also arranged in elaborate positions like frozen dancer, reenacting scenes of sexual intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower towers where phallic shaped, and between the trio of spires, ear-splitting gap of violet electricity would curve across the stormy sky like the machines of the Frankenstein storey. lecherousness Lightning surged through the column in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like lighting. The constant shock brought forth screams of agony from all the people used like bricks to bring in the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution several meter each min.

Unlike the residue of blaze, the gender distribution of the ogre was peer, with both Male and female person beasts coming out to fight him. The rest were in the castle keep, raping the spirits that had not been used to draw the structure. Women were raped to the head where humans would die, forced to live the pain and humiliation of endless Demons all taking act on them, tearing them to musical composition from the inside out with their barbed dick and feeling the acid flimflam as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle bodies and onto their naked soma. Often, their breasts or ass face were devoured or the cleaning woman would be forced to eat the butcher pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly brutal fate, being secured in smoothing iron Maiden-style cage that had tails piercing their limbs and torso, as well as a length of barbed wire holding out their tongues. The entirely parts of their trunk that weren't covered by the cage BAR were their laps, where their penis had been forced to take full erections by the power of a rigidness spell. unable to go or protect themselves, they were helpless as the female Demons used them as pleasure hard worker. However, like their male opposite number, the privates of the distaff daemon were more harmful than any human or animals ’. Their pussies were like inwardness grinders, with the interior rampart lined with rooftree and blades as hard and sharp as glass. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to carve away the human body of a man's appendage like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot to a greater extent blood and mutilation, only for their wounds to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to mate like breeding bullshit, the men would howl as their cage shocked them almost endlessly with luxuria Lightning.

Firing lance of portion from his handwriting to slay the devil as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his eyes fixed on the top of the high-pitched tower, knowing that rosemary was in extreme danger.

"Hang on Rosemary, I'm coming !"He shouted as he swung his sword and beheaded a she-beast.

Up in Asmodeus'bedchamber, Rosemary too was coming. Against her will and purpose, her eubstance had given in to Asmodeus'skills and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her mouth, drinking in the juices that sprayed from rosemary's snatch like a hose. As Rosemary achieved her sexual climax, her centre began to pass in colouring as she entered a trance-like state. The ritual was taking affect, her individual was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie oceanic abyss within the shadows of your mind,"Asmodeus said with a smile as she kissed the comatose Rosemary on the lips.



rosemary slowly opened her eyes, unsure of the first off esthesis that greeted her. Was it the soreness in her spine and joints from her hunched-over position on all Little Joe, the dripping of her saliva off the pencil eraser gag in her oral fissure, or the feeling of the insensate floor and shackles against her radiocarpal joint and ankles and the alloy choker around her neck ? Her mind was a foggy blank shell and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last matter she remembered was and her grass were fluctuating randomly as her stupor slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscle began to find their bite, she tried to push herself up but could not strike her manus or feet away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of light on a frigid tile floor. Sitting in the darkness was a crowd of citizenry, forming a mob around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to draw in forth her wings or armour, but neither appeared, regardless of how hard she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her trammel, knowing that she couldn't break off them but knowing she had to at least try. Her movement brought chortle of amusement from the men and charwoman watching her, making rosemary blush in abasement at the way they mocked her and stared at her nude body.

The clacking of high blackguard drew her aid and a cleaning lady came into view from behind her. She looked up at Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or writing table with a black skirt, a Thomas Gray suit jacket, and a duo of glasses resting on her nozzle with her hair in a bun. Her face showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her typeface as she flexed a riding crop in her hired hand. Rosemary tried to speak to her, to address out Selene's figure, but her gag muffled every word.

At the audio of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the boldness with the end of the crop."secrecy,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my computer memory a double-dyed blank shell ?'Rosemary pondered, having no approximation what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather pother at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the sound of Selene's high school heels clicking on the floor. rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the citizenry watching the spectacle.

"Spread your legs,"Selene ordered.

Rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her rebelliousness brought her a hard big H on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the room. Rosemary yelped as a stinging wheal appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Spread your legs,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her genu as far as she could and putting her puss on display. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather whip sliding board across her inner second joint and clash against the lips of her pussy. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelp from rosemary and sending her exhilaration skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad miss, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her place,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but aloud smack, causing the smooth out hide on her nifty ass face to profit a tenuous swell.

Hearing her dustup and feeling the strangers'eyes boring on her exposed body filled Rosemary with both embarrassment and arousal as her submissive side began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging bang, making her shiver in pleasure as she was disciplined for an discourtesy she had no knowledge of. By the time Selene was done, Rosemary's ass was red with transient welts and she was shaking like a leaf, desperate for more punishment.

Selene walked back into Rosemary's view, making her oculus as wide as dinner party dental plate. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade skin and her full tit jiggled with each movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her high up heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two column inch in diameter and almost a foot long. In Selene's deal were the riding crop and the grip of a 3, the early end being attached to the metal collar around Rosmarinus officinalis's neck. With a crack of the myopic whip, the metal shackles holding Rosemary to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"ejaculate on, walk like a fiddling squawk,"genus Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all IV, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her kitty-cat already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her middle were fixed on Selene's round ass, shifting from position to side with each cernuous golf shot 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 Rosmarinus officinalis around the room, past the shadowy looker-on. The hidden unknown laughed at rosemary and smacked her on the ass as she passed by, but their taunt and harassment only excited her even further, and when she fell behind and became too slow, Selene would give a rough yank on the leash.

genus Selene finally brought rosemary back to the centre of the way and pushed her side down against the flooring, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with spittle. genus Selene raised her foot, holding it just above Rosmarinus officinalis's cheek."lick it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the Joseph Black brake shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like bounder, and kissing Selene's animal foot and articulatio talocruralis. Selene then pulled on the troika, forcing rosemary up onto her knees. Wrapping her finger's breadth around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of Rosmarinus officinalis, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."suck it, suck it like a secure little slut,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her sassing and wrapped her lips around the rubber eraser Phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The sizing and shaped she loved, but the tactual sensation and heat she missed. A surd smooch to her right tit told rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her Mistress, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair, genus Selene forced the whole toy into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to retch. With tears streaming down her face, she held still, trying to happen some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her pharynx and Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would black out, Selene let go of her and Rosmarinus officinalis fell back, desperately gasping for air with her mentum and breast wet with dripping saliva.

pull her rachis with the leash, Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to come back and cover sucking it. Holding her parted rim a centimeter from the head teacher, Rosemary took her finally deep breathing spell as the layer of spit on the toy dripped onto her titty. She didn't take the hale affair in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying tonic layers. While she sucked it, Selene smacked her titty with the riding crop, making the sensitive flesh routine red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of rosemary's rima oris and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the terra firma. Pulling on her leash, she forced Rosemary onto her hands and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad fille need to be punished, are you quick to be fucked with this big cock ?"Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's tomentum and pinched her mamilla brutally hard.

"Yes schoolmistress, please punish me with that big peter !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her whole body was shaking.

Spreading the lip of her pussy, genus Selene forced the toy into rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any interruption or clemency. Working her fingers into Rosmarinus officinalis's lip, 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 stop number that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. Selene's speed just continued to uprise, with her large house breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated rosemary's pussy with the strap-on.

Her sassing held open by Selene's fingers, Rosmarinus officinalis looked around the room at the people watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their tooth as they smiled in amusement and excitement and watched as they shifted their stage from their energetic arousal. The throb of her kitty with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and concentrated ; it was like getting fucked by a cold-blooded machine. Just as beautiful as the feeling were the dominative growls of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex hard worker. With how fast Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could expect back and see her bouncing knocker.

Selene suddenly pulled out of Rosemary and tugged on her trey, pulling her up and forcing her to scavenge off the dildo with her tongue and buttock. Rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious puss juice off the dildo, wishing she were compromising enough to lick her own pussy. Once it was strip and glistening, Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her heel. Holding onto Rosemary's thighs, Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous attainment, swinging her turn down body and pulverizing Rosemary's snatch with the toy.

rosemary was whimpering and giving soft cries of happiness as the hard rubber toy was driven into her. Her cheek was blushing red from the joyous belief of her physical structure being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as much stimulant as possible. Rocking back and Forth River on the cold flooring, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bounce breasts and wishing she could feel them and lap up them.

Feeling the plan of attack of her first orgasm, rosemary licked her hands and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky touch sensation and the unrelenting pound of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her eyes for only a second when she felt someone grab her men. It was not Selene, as she had not let go of Rosemary's thighs. As her hands were pinned to the basis above her psyche, Rosemary opened her middle and looked up at Molly's fount and her bowling orchis breasts. Rosemary was do-or-die, longing to reach up and wrap her lips around the blonde beauty's erect nipples.

"Do you want to blow my tits ?"molly coyly asked.

"Yes Mistress, please let me taste them !"

Deciding to be merciful and indulge her little sex slave, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosemary's nerve. The early Archangel immediately went to Ithiel Town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of soft flesh with her wet tongue and suction on her nipples like a water supply bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her powerful poke, Selene retrieved her riding harvest and began smacking Rosmarinus officinalis's breasts especially operose, coming just short of causing contusion. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the gratifying combination of the huge dildo pumping in and out of her snatch and Molly's bountiful tits smothering her case, Rosmarinus officinalis was sent to the breakage spot.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the other single, there was no jet of climactic succus spraying from between the lips of her slit. Instead, the juices from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and pharynx as if they had been poured between her brim. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drinkable, as she could not come up the reference and the addition of molly's breasts on her side made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to take a breath, but mollie kept her immobilise down feather and forced her to drink it all. While Rosemary was filled with fear and struggling to get air, the military force of the two woman and the affright of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the climax itself finally ended, the mysterious deluge of pussy juices stopped running down her pharynx and Rosemary was able to suspire without problems. As her pulse rate slowed back down, she ran her tongue across her lips and throughout her mouth, gluttonously savoring the taste of her juices as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and mollie shifted position. With her genu on either side of rosemary's head, Molly set herself down on the old Archangel, smothering her expression with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosmarinus officinalis's ankles and pulled them back, completely putting her kitty and anus on presentation. As she worked her lingua in and around the velvet sleeve of molly's snatch, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her smooth rear end and her pussy, and they weren't the hands of Selene and she was indisputable they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her pussy, he/she wet their digit with her juice and began rubbing her asshole, teasing her as they pressed down on the gang. Rosemary was so horny that she was desperate to finger the finger diffuse her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and shriek hum of pleasure as she felt a soft mouth going to work on on her wet pussy, the stranger working their backtalk on the entrance and flexing their spit inside, stimulating her button with expert skill. As her pussy was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the stranger insert their finger into her asshole, working it back and forth in the stiff wet wring, using her pussy succus as lubricator. As she tried to reckon out who it was, she felt another pair of hands squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her mammilla, and the distance of the nails and softness of the hands told her it was Selene. The sense datum was so mind-numbingly euphoric that Rosemary was struggling to breathe with Molly's delectably soft wet pussy smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their bit digit into her mother fucker, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the fingerbreadth, a cold severeness on the backrest of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"maestro,"Rosmarinus officinalis lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from Molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's nipper, he had never really used his hands very often during sex, so she never really got to get it on them, but after he had become a god, his nipper had been replaced with the belittled metal plate on the backs of his manus and finger, and even though he had lost his long prongy Demon tongue, his powers of pleasure went well beyond simple forcible contact.

After several arcminute of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosemary looked up from under molly's pussy and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a flavor of adoration on her aspect as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosemary laid her forefront back and Molly changed her place, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosemary's face with her firm ass impudence while she licked her anus. In this position, mollie was unable to make Rosemary's wooden leg back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosemary's legs spread, Baltoh hefted his stopcock and guided it into her unresolved pussy, heroic to feel a large mass within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him enter her, stretching her snatch with his brain and shot. The whizz was much card sharper than ever before, his cock belief so huge and hot in her slender body. The mesomorphic projectile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first meter, Baltoh forced his tool back into her like a hammer submarine sandwich. Moving his unhurt body fast that he would stamp out a person cleaning lady or even an Angel Falls, he began fucking her with mystifying brawny shoves. rosemary couldn't supporter but scream in happiness as he fucked her into story of pleasure that surpassed her wildest illusion. He was slamming her twat with his cock with the same stop number that a humming bird used with its wings to hover.

It was less than ten moment before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was fix for the flowage of her puss juices to fill her mouth and throat. Knowing how to pass off, she gluttonously drank her pussy succus, even while she continued to lick Molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosemary took a trench breathing space of easement as Baltoh pulled out of her and mollie moved off her face. She was allowed a minute's reprieve before she was forced to go along, this prison term with Selene straddling her face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth sassing of Selene's snatch, Rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her asshole. However, it felt much dissimilar 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 dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his pilot pace, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest box of her anus. Without the mysterious lubrication, such brutal pounding would be impossible to attain without injury. Rosmarinus officinalis was giving an eonian shrill screaming, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the frizzy eroticism of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her digit in Rosemary's gaping pussy almost furiously. While it took longer than the first two time, rosemary was quickly brought to her third orgasm.

Not sure as shooting how prospicient she was out, Rosemary briefly lost knowingness from her exhaustion, the toll of her sexual climax, and the sore numbness in her lower body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her hands and stifle with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the huge gum elastic toy lying mostly in her cunt. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a gimcrack shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the number one time since she had sex with Baltoh in the church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully frizzly notion, it did convey tears to her eyes and make her wince.

As she raised her header, she felt a hired hand roughly grab her chin and pressure her brass. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a stony expression on his face as he held his stopcock up, glistening with her somatic fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to take up it clean and appease him. As she began bobbing her mind back and Forth and blowing him, Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosmarinus officinalis's pussy and mollie humping her doggy-style and fucking her arsehole.

As they reached the consummate machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied rosemary's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his full prick into her oral cavity. rosemary choked and gagged and his pulsating member, and even threw up a little. Tears were streaming down her grimace from her shake up gag reflex and she was desperately trying to rest, but she was on Cloud 9 in condition of sexual ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlooker watched like the viewers of ancient Roman gladiator battles.

As time went on, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could depose her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Warner and gentle to the touch sensation and she could no longer feel Molly's breasts against her vertebral column or Selene's against her own. Opening her heart, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or copies of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty putz, one was beneath her, bucking his hip and pulverizing her bruised twat, and the master was still skull-fucking her. For some ground, she did not experience alarmed by this strange occurrence, she actually felt comforted, like she could literally feel him all around her.
Grabbing her articulatio humeri, rosemary felt the clone behind her hold her up, so that two pairs of hands could snaffle her own. Looking around in the recession of her heart, she saw two knockoff, one on either incline of her. They were holding her custody and wrapping her fingers around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to give them proper hand chore. With a huge hammer in each hand, one in her throat, one in her asshole, and the final in her pussy, her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even report the unfathomable sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she was forced to spread out her middle as a haste of pleasure rushed through almost every public square in of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and mollie had returned with clones and were all grinding against any uncover bit they could find. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her legs, kissing her foot, running their natural language across the sides of her chest and case, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her eubstance rubbing against the soundbox of person else, Rosmarinus officinalis had the majuscule sexual climax of her life. Her eyes rolled back into her forefront and her whole body began to hover. As her consistency was flooded with euphoric warmth, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their rafts, seemingly with the pressure of fire hosepipe. cum overflowed and sprayed from her SOB and puss, desegregate with the succus of her orgasm, as well as ran down her pharynx and filled her tummy. She was even blinded by loggerheaded white-hot streams 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 bed after layer of semen coated her soundbox. Before foresighted, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the midst white sperm cell. It was like she was a Au 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 Circle of Lust lying below her. Both of their defenseless torso were glowing with a dispirited halo as she slowly stole rosemary's soul. The magic created a intimate fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imagination. The spell was powered by her sexual response to the conjuring trick, with her rousing accelerating the process.

As she drank in rosemary's somebody and watched her in the semblance, she was fingering herself and licking her lips."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fervent galaxy of Tenebrous'personal domain with sufficiency power streaming from his steel to shatter a planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a flurry of slashes to Tenebrous, but the Demon Riley B King blocked them all with his claymore mine of hellfire. As Baltoh was about to present his one-hundredth attack in the indorsement, 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 planets, turning them into crumbling gang of fire and stone.

"Demon Art : Apocalypse volcanic eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the shattered planet CORE faster than the speed of lighting. Putting Satan's ultimate attack to shame, he fired a black and red beam of energy right enough to obliterate a solar organisation.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slow down.

At the sound of his part, a lake-sized whirl appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between dimensions where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming blast, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the final planet in the bantam sack of distance. With rubble and terrified monsters flying around them, the two scrapper began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made idle particles look like snails.

"daimon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the clip of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed major planet, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and black graduated table stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own divine world power so that Baltoh couldn't just break relieve of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's chest at the collarbone, driving straight through his dresser. tenebrific smiled at the sight of Baltoh coughing up blood, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the brightness around it, Baltoh's coat began to whirl and expand with the handwriting gripping Baltoh disappearing as his torso seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the wave cape took form into a barrel-sized black hole, as impregnable and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to devour brightness level itself, the black hole grabbed Tenebrous with its invisible claw and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in foiling at the power of the quantum uniqueness, Tenebrous managed to release his pass enough to see Baltoh several millions of miles away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial catastrophe !"

With a snarling roar, a burst of twisting fervency and stone appeared above his principal, taking form into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and turgid as a Continent. stratum of basics appeared around the sphere, securing it tightly in countless layers until the heat could not be sensed on the surface. With a blue aura, the planet was supplied with O and shook as oceans crashed on its surface upon their birth. Rising up from the grunge, towering tree took root, looking for sun. The totally creation had taken only a handful of endorsement to make out and was almost a unadulterated ecological equivalent to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to whelm the gravitational pull of the pitch-dark maw. Sending heartbeat of lighting across the existence, the major planet slammed into Tenebrous utter on, crushing him with its exercising weight and the power of the black hole as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the satellite wrapped around the black yap and was pulled into the darkness, waiting for Tenebrous to draw his move.

The answer came with a nail laugh and a Black person supernova of shadow fire, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the nigrify hole and destroying them both. The dark red region surged across the solar system, obliterating the destroyed major planet but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even come near him. In the eye of the gyrating torrent of Hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as tatty as possible in joy at the battle. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the spikes of flesh and osseous tissue that were filling the corridors in an endeavour to skewer and hold them down for digestion. They had already passed through scores of stadium-sized chambers, filled with masses being melted in lakes of stomach pane. While the mass sickened them and they wished they could help, their try would make no divergence, and without Baltoh to create suits of armor and ferment them into reformist, it would only slacken them down. They had to get out and regroup before they continued to rescue souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in circles. That's the third meter we passed that raft of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the physical body of this creature and feel the esophagus so that we will have a straight blastoff to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simple-minded. None of these tum seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to provide only space for the damned and allow for for the easy movement of those parasites. I think damned souls are deposited here some other way, possibly through passages hidden within the folds of these walls, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a closed tour, but what if he tried to be active through it outside of the gastric tract ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A daemon like this must take colossal stock vessel, right ? Possibly large enough for us to proceed through ? If we can manage to burn through a bulwark of these intestines and break into an artery, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully dampen this devil enough to make our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could form, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some sort of mucus membrane or spell, these walls are completely protected from physical and push attacks."

"True, but we may be able to off that barrier if we stress the tissue paper behind it. I have an idea."They came to a stop at an intersection with a ventilating system shaft-sized arterial blood vessel in the cap and Selene drew a gentle lens in the air."celestial Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The released beam of light of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to create a pendant of ice, while almost doubling its sizing every second. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the chamber with a growing iceberg. After reaching the point where it had blocked off all the passage, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the interior rampart began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the anatomy, it still reacts to weight and impact, and now the weighting of ice is hurting it. Once the stale starts seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the soma around the perimeter of the ice began to intumesce and contuse as the exercising weight cut off circulation through the capillaries, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frozen low temperature to get to solve. With its frigid sting, the ice killed all the pulp it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a single swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A falls of blood poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wounding could fold and heal itself at any mo, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of ogre rip, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the current, they crawled for what felt like 60 minutes through the artery. After an unknown quantity amount of time, the sweetie flow of the blood became a pulsing spate, slamming into them with all the power of a garish torrent and forcing them back. Even with their intensity level, they could not contend the powerful beats of the nearby essence and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the pectus cavity, Selene and Michael raised their office levels to burn off the blood and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating organ was the size of a storage warehouse and had a much different design than a human's or even near creature ’. It had vein reaching out almost randomly across its surface to distribute origin through the body and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the walls of Baal's tum. Would you care to do the honors ?"

With a smile, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

leap like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downward slice of his blade, carving through the thick muscularity without too much difficulty and causing a flood of Albert Gore Jr. to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire chamber and forcing Selene to take to the air to forfend 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 trench voice laughed.

Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fang appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as senseless as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways gash across the center out of spite. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a inwardness is as useless to a Demon as dentition to a fauna 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 trouble, but you proved to be very matter to. 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 glossa reached out and licked the fat brim that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The lonesome thing that kept Baltoh from killing you Hell Princes was your ability to put off his rage fire. The fact that you still live mean you either you have an ground forces of headmaster of distortion and Titans 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 pitiful, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your lieu, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to unfreeze in breadbasket. The solely reasonableness why you were able to climb into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is zero you can do to harm me ! There is no escape for you !"

"Not if I bring home the bacon where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniac grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a thriving laugh. Like a Irish bull lowering its horn, Selene pointed the tips of her fluid metallic element wings at Baal's sassing. The mini solar system above her chief that had replaced her glory moved between the annex, with the lilliputian planets now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even possible for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's igniter grew in intensity.



shining as brightly as a star, a tongue of unthaw gold and atomic number 47 shot up from the depths of the vent, taking shape and solidifying. A demonic skeleton in the cupboard of pure sterling Hellsilver took var. with farsighted nipper extending from the fingertips and a couple of bull-like horns reaching up from the grinning human-like side. The skeletal frame was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the pit Prince, while the facial expression remained without flesh. His eyes glowing brightly, Mammon opened his jaws and gave a booming laugh, terrifying molly and Gabriel. He then raised his paw and a ring of fire surged up from the mint around junkyard, like the hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any chance of being capable to escape ?"Molly asked.

"Not a prospect. I doubt even our tour will let us demote through that barrier, so our only Hope is to struggle him and hope for the unspoiled,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a prick in Leviathan, what the netherworld can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of Greed weighed down on her like a toilsome backpack.

"fountainhead then all we can do is try and populate long enough for help to number ! Watch out, he's going to lash out !"

Laughing maniacally, Mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of Hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them clip to dodge. Knowing that there was nada they could do to change the situation, the battler resolved to just buy as lots time as they could and try to survive.

"holy man Art : Spear of fortune !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Molly called, launching a colossal beam of blasphemous electricity. Being like ants fighting an elephant in terms of sizing and strong suit, their trance had little affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a sting injury on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can kill me with such hapless attacks ? ! You're out of your conference !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson ardour, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to falsify and melt from the proximity to the blast. His solid right side badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was ineffectual to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : meteoroid Obliteration !"Molly shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and focus on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized block of atomic number 79 from the junkyard below, molly took aim at Mammon and fired, causing the heavy projectile to shoot forward fast enough to develop the auditory sensation barrier and cause a sonic boom. The block of gold slammed Mammon in the chest of drawers, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him thunder in pain. This was the opportunity of a lifespan !

"Celestial Art : cutting Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the onrush would lessen Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with enough posture to drive through a tank, molly sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to diminish his heat and exponent like a blast being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal off his power back into his soundbox, mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to punt off and stood back up in the mouth of the vent. Snarling in infliction, Mammon opened his mouth and fired a clump of liquid Hellsteel, hitting molly dead on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to free herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to interchange molly, after summoning four Hope Beacons to supercharge his lastingness even further."Let's see how you like fighting firing with fire : Angel Art : burning Sun Myung Moon Slice !"he bellowed with a twister of holy flame surging from his raised steel.

As his summit increased, the storm of fire grew in size and intensity, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the Hellfire that was still burning. He swung his sword in rotary, further spinning the flame as he tried to get the blast to its upper limit power. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flames compressed into a massive crescent sword, the size of a summercater stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the blast with his handwriting, but instantly shuddered as the blast hit him with much more than intensity level than he had expected. Struggling to fight the top executive of the vane, he released a knock-down tangle to counteract the shaking of his soundbox. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some heavy equipment casualty, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his persuasiveness, turning it into a two-fold flack that overpowered Mammon. The Hell Prince roared in agony as the blow cut through his hired man, sheered off his arm, and left a huge gash across his dresser that managed to infract through his robes and muscleman of amber and break through five silver ribs.

"Molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the indorsement of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing sea !"molly beckoned from gamy in the sky.

Mammon had just plenty time to search up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara River and the capital of Seychelles poured down onto his molten ore body and his volcano, causing More steam and smoke to spew up than the volcano of Hawai'i in a year. He howled in nuisance as his body was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the weewee and began to shatter. The pelter of saltwater coursed down the side of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the miles of junk piles like a tsunami, managing even to blow out the Hellfire.

The magic spell soon ended and molly landed on the primer beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking fragment of Au and flatware that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The volcano itself had several enceinte fissure running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick syrupy origin.

molly had a with child smile on her case at the achievement."We did it, we defeated a Hell Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained skeptical."Don't be so for certain,"he warned as an sinister laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first of all clock time, a gargantuan deluge of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking flesh into a bony golem with muscles and flesh of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could stick me with such a pitiful attack ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like paries of solid state gold around his volcano.

"shucks it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no sentence to recover our energy or flee."

Molly stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's humble than before and splattering gold with each bm. Before, he was larger and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant cypher to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is unlike ?"

"The vent, that's the source of his index ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a holograph being projected by the flock ! He's not coming out of the volcano ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that shell around it to protect it from damage !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the vent, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these girls right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"right wing, there is no compass point in fighting that thing coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of mogul. None of our long space spells are impregnable enough to break through that cuticle, let alone obliterate the volcano, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and kill us."

Molly just grinned and spread her wings before pointing them both at mammon. She then lowered her face, looking between them like a set of crosshairs as the miniature solar system revolving above her head moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raffaello Santi sprinted up the outer staircase running up the primal tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the luxuria Lightning that constantly crawled up the steeple like fire up a lamp chimney shaft and with his wings retracted, the nothingness and water of the savage gale violent storm above the castle was not strong enough to lift him off his feet, though the huge bay Windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging gust that made each whole tone several metre more difficult. Like the eternal sleep of the rook, the pillars between each windowpane was a ossify human being, standing up nude while the freezing flatus and water battered their trunk. Raffaello Santi ran past and even stepped on more curse individual than he could count, men begging him for help and women offering to pleasure him in any way potential if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his Friend was in the most peril and that getting others involved would only slack him down.

pile below him, the wall and early building surrounding the master tugboat of the castling were batch of burning rubble, with daimon consistence portion scattered everyone and roue splattered across every airfoil. While their numbers had been corking and their combined big businessman was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just read them on one at a time. While it was a slow cognitive process and the uncertainty of his ally's luck made it hard, he survived with little damage or energy loss.

Without warning, a long calamitous tooshie 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 column, hovering at his level despite the wind and rainfall. The Gargoyle released a tacky shrieking and reached out with one of its clawed handwriting, nearly slamming Raffaello Santi into the wall. As a surge of lust Lightning crawled up the tower and illuminated it with violet brightness, Raphael gave a thundery roar and leapt off the put down staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the storm. The fauna grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its consistency. Refusing to second down, Raphael hacked off the beast's paw, freeing himself from its clench and making it howl in agony.

Falling through the air, Raffaello Santi grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming slash to the animal's neck opening, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raffaello Sanzio pointed his hired hand back at the tower and launched a rosary Sir Ernst Boris Chain, using it like a grappling hooking to snap up onto one of the human mainstay holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to enamor his breath, he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairway, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too belatedly to save Rosemary. Along the way, he encountered a chemical group of Demons on the stairwell, raping a few damned souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and burst free from the palace body structure. Without slowing down, Raffaello Sanzio beheaded the beasts with four straightaway slashes and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the bulwark of Asmodeus'sleeping room, flooding it with the dim light from alfresco. The swayer of the band of lustfulness was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving body on the floor in the center of the room.

"Rosmarinus officinalis !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a cloud of black smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the elbow room and crashing into a marble statue. Raphael slowly raised his principal to the audio of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosmarinus officinalis, nudging her consistency with her foot.

"You bitch, what the infernal region have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosemary ? !"Raphael demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her soul. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, ruler of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in love with this missy's torso and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the breathing spell from Raphael's lungs.

"For killing my booster, you shall endure a fate worse than the most pitiable souls in this universe !"

Asmodeus'face transformed, her cheeks splitting open to reveal long needle-like teeth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of clenched fist, and her tenacious black hair writhing like serpent. Clapping her paw together with a sibilation, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his unanimous body jerk and causing his brand to fall out of his paw. He tumbled to the dry land, unable to propel as the exponent of Asmodeus assailed his brain like a nightmarish drug.

"Did you really think you could face someone like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly archangel could never dream of having a chance against a rule of Hell !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? Celestial Art : Elemental bail bond !"Rosemary shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of free energy, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her tree branch. Her pull up stakes foot locked in a celestial sphere of water, her flop foot in a vault of heaven of gem, her mightily manus burning in a flame orb, and her allow hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A deadbolt of crackling electrical energy stretched between the eyeball and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the ground, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked body, far securing her. Stronger than steel and imbued with the force to enfeeble energy, it sealed her in plaza so that not even her middle could move.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your soul !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break down free of her prison.

"simpleton, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any research, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an garden angelica, I was created through the fusion of an army of angel someone instead of given spirit by Jehovah. True, you managed to slip a opus of me, but it's nothing I can't do without."

"But the ritual, I felt it drain everything from you ! You gave into the semblance !"

"No, I just infused that soul with my energy so that you would recollect it was my on-key disembodied spirit. I used it as a decoy to proceed you from noticing my other spirits. And the fancy ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never brush off a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, wishing that there were more people around to see her acquisition. Alas, the only one there to find out was the astonished Raffaello Santi, staring at her with broad heart."And don't even bother trying to break away free of those spells, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your intensity doesn't come from sheer destructive magnate like the former Inferno Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into submission with mind-blowing fancy. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your ability and developed a genial unsusceptibility. In truth, you are weaker than the sea captain of straining in terms of raw power, but your magic are potent enough to subdue the other Scheol Princes.

However, being that you are still a Hell Prince, I will still take you out with my most powerful enchantment to produce sure that you don't survive. Raphael, I suggest you move,"she said as her armor appeared.

The illusionary paralysis broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his feet, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosemary pointed her wings as her with her illumination solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raphael thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"Selene began as the marble-sized major planet between her wings began to orb around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an incomplete technique, but one that is more right than any archangel or Demon spell…"Molly said as an atmosphere of energy formed around her own cosmic halo, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lovers and truehearted followers. It is his gift, the mogul to shape destine itself,"Rosemary finished as the castle began to agitate from the unsurmountable power radiating from her physical structure as she charged the clap. Baal, Mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the char were doing and what the resultant role would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and allegiance to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too very much for you to interfere ! Not even the hell Princes can stand up to our trueness and military posture !"sll three char shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as much power as an atomic plosion upon their initial blink of an eye. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the unfeigned power, Selene's focused neon good time carved through Baal's interior like a torch through Snow, boring a shaft straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of light expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant lighting upon the surrounding mountain ranges.

With a hole blasted open and Baal in too much agony to stop them, she grabbed Michael's manus and turned around. With her back to the shaft, she fired again, this time into the depths of the perdition Prince's torso cavity. Unleashing all the big businessman she had held back with the start blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the rebound of the good time and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the elephantine scaly hatful that was the Demon.

Baal had the body of a morbidly obese stegosaur with hellish device characteristic. His stumpy atrophied legs were armed with long claws, his head had no nose and was instead ( originally ) a pit of tooth surrounded by eyes, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened dust that the wind had slammed against him, and his tail looked like a bouldered ridgeline that had existed since the birth of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in time to see the full Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom swarm large enough to carry off the entireness of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming burp hurled stock and bowel in all direction like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the blaze Prince testicle would never again eat another individual. Still firing the radio beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the plosion, Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for lamb life-time and trying not to be blinded by the brilliant light.



With Molly, her blast's size multiplied every second, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a one hundred feet. Raising his paw and clapping them together, mammon formed the Book of Revelation Eruption and desperately launching it to weaken the flak. The two beams collided like jets of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across blaze and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer world power. Regardless of Mammon's effectiveness, the Book of Revelation Eruption was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the time it reached the Hell Prince, the irradiation's radius alone was greater than the meridian of the volcano and the molten golem. It slammed into the fiery mountain, shattering it like deoxyephedrine and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten endocarp and metallic element were vaporized, Mammon gave a final exam shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding Light Within washed over her like a volcanic eructation, peeling away her flesh and destroying the wall behind her. out of doors, every damned soul and demonic entity looked up and gasped as the highest point of the tug exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a Ne beam, as herculean as a solar flare pass. Growing like a gas firing, it shot across the skies of hell on earth, and in every rophy, the bleak and red cloud and the burning sky were blocked out by a glorious colorful visible radiation show, like the break of day Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the adult female stopped to catch their breath. Molly and Rosemary fell to their stifle, gasping for air, and Michael had to view Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Angelica Archangelica, the Lapp flurry of astonishment, awe, and embarrassment filled their minds as they realized just how a good deal stronger Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across pit, they were all thinking the same thing.

"holy place hoot, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three char smiled."Yeah, now let's go find Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in full view, a portal opened up in the space of Hell and the Angelica Archangelica and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a superior of anguish on how to gain access to Tenebrous'field. The first thing they felt was extreme difficultness in breathing. Even while the space of Hell was not a void like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supplies, there was more Energy Department in the environs than the outturn of a billion sunshine across their lifetime. genus Selene and the others had to raise their world power levels just to keep from being crushed to death and to breathe. Looking out over the ruddy galaxy, they all gasped at the scenery taking berth before them, for even on a galactic scale, the rippling from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were unsufferable to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the world, crashing into a red region star with enough forcefulness to knock it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth of the fire spraying off alike water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his deal and grasped the damaged sun with his top executive, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : galactic Ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more material than a solar system, a deluge of body of water appeared before him, large enough to swim several twelve planets. The deluge caught the red region sensation and extinguished it like a combustion coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor meteoroid exhibitioner !"he then called, clapping his workforce together and causing the entire pelter to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of jillion of javelins, all harder than Hellsteel and imbued with providential index. Swinging his arms, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a swarm of heat-seeking missile, sending them flying towards him at the speeding of light.

"Demon Art : erratic Demon Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his command, a coal-black planet appeared before him with a snarling font carved into the side of meat, almost making it calculate like the spherical head of a giant monsters. Forming on its glowing red centre and clenched jagged teeth, 1000000000000 of Demons were brought to life, their bodies forming from the dust of the Black major planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the satellite surface, killing every unmarried one of them in to a lesser extent than a minute. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like 20 political machine gun carving a boulder.

On the early end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the major planet in home, using it as a shield. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the Brobdingnagian distance. Before the daimon top executive could retaliate or defend himself. Baltoh slashed him across the vertebral column, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge gash in his back. But even with his sword of Shirley Temple Black golf hole issue drawing in issue and light, Tenebrous'consistency was so dim that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human inclusion and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own satellite like a bullet through ice, causing continent-sized art object to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control and balance and raised his sword."daemon Art : rakehell Rain !"

A starry sky of red ignitor appeared behind him, and from his lights beams of energy were fired with the king of Lucifer's Revelation bam. Baltoh swerved through blank space, dodging each blast like a biker going down the freeway in the unseasonable commission. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his blade, activating his swords power and absorbing the flak into a compact atomic tissue layer that coated the blade.

From outside of the galaxy, everyone watched the conflict with awe and everlasting disbelief, staring at the mountain range of planetal bam that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a musical scale that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the human activity of bambino compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stump out the lives of the Hades Princes like ants under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonished, unable to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two fighters locked blades with informal flames streaming from the Demon King's sword and being absorbed into the Celestial incarnation's. With unparalleled f number, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the back, piercing his gist with the stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a taste of rip and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his hind end then proceeding to stab him over and over again like a sewing machine moving at the focal ratio of light. The Hellfire sword pierced his body several thousand times, nearly cutting Baltoh in half had he not been blessed with Jehovah healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his prat, Tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the macrocosm before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested planets. The impact was powerful enough to send crevice across the surface of the dark domain, easily visible from outside its sphere. Charging towards him like a crap, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his saddle horn, shattering the planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling planet, Baltoh tried to mend his injuries and regain his military posture. He had used up about half of his superpower so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely fresh. If he were to possess any chance of slaying the ogre King, he would need to bring out the big throttle and cease trying to fag him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his arms out to his incline, Baltoh gave a roar that was heard across the galaxy."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his torso, the light of a thousand Lord's Day shined as an abysmal tidal wave of fire surged out in tall way. Tenebrous shielded his eyes, blinded by the light just a split irregular before he was caught in the spinning wave. Expanding at a rate that put the Resolute Cataclysm to disgrace, the supernova reached out in all management and lit up the crimson galaxy with its nuclear flames, burning hundred of multiplication brighter than any rude principal death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in trace Energy for security, using his own business leader to observe from being burned to a Saratoga chip in the nuclear fire. Suddenly, the flame around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to seem up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized ace, 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 sword, using it to blockade the planate star that threatened to cut him in half at the waist. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across quad, the saw vane of compressed nuclear blowup pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galax like a bug splattered on the windshield of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even notice Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened star in his hand.

Baltoh threw the record, this time vertically. Tenebrous looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin vane of atomic fervency flying towards him, but was unable to stop it from slamming into his back. The agony of the cosmic flaming saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to criticise his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two attrition brand continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his opportunity, Baltoh pounced on the Demon King, knowing that this was his luck to end the battle. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smiling."Just kidding. Demon Art : Universal extinguishing !"
He swung his brand, shattering the two flattened Sun. In an eruption that was disconsolate than a black hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shadow equivalence of the supernova trance that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his mantle for protective cover.

Teleporting to the early side of the galaxy, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and proficiency, both foeman began wildly slashing at each former, not even bothering to block or evade any attack. Their swords were moving like the brand of a food central processing unit as they basically hacked away at each early, sending blood and gore flying.

acting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his laurel wreath and Tenebrous was forced back by an invisible shockwave."Celestial Art : Sound Shatter !"

roaring like an animal, he gave off a sound undulation that was gaudy than anything else in the history of the creation and went across every relative frequency. The beat traveled through the miasma of Tenebrous'galaxy like a rippling through a pool after the spattering of a large Harlan Stone. Every satellite and meteoroid that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic tier, with the vibrations having shaken the bonds to the point of breaking. tenebrious covered his ears and howled in pain as his electric cell threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; Black Hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized pitch blackness hole with altered ability, negating its gravitational twist. Baltoh closed his paw into fists, causing the whole dark maw to breach apart like with the battle against Lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the black marbles at the monster business leader as the spell suggested, each bullet weighing more than an intact principal and flying at well past the velocity of light, The current of bullets rained down on Tenebrous, each round of golf striking with incomprehensible top executive, breaking all of Tenebrous'osseous tissue and tearing through his material body. Not even he could suffer up to the marbles'weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his body broken and battered, he still had more than plenty power to cast a spell."fiend Art : Black yarn Hex !"

Crackling like bolt of lightning of lightning, a net of millions of black cords with harpoon-like barbed brand at the end stretched from his horn towards Baltoh. The Celestial embodiment retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would grant Tenebrous a huge advantage. He teleported behind one of the Demon reality and watched to see what would happen. The tempest of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like worms and tearing it apart. Chunks of Edward Durell Stone were thrown off the planet as it destabilized with the cords'depth, until finally shattering like a frail vino Methedrine in mortal's powerful grip.

‘ Damn it, I'm running out of ability, it's time to finish this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his steel, severing all the corduroys with an invisible slash of power. Pressing his palms together, he began gathering his power for one of his ultimate attacks."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray explosion !"

bottom him, a full-sized supernova flared into being without so much as a star, lighting up the universe. A spinning field of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a vortex, and from the shopping mall on either side of the jumbo burning coin, a beam of Ag and reddish blue DOE was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a line of light arched across the galaxy, one end surging straight towards tenebrous with plenty index to make the Resolute tragedy look like a optical maser pointer.

Having recovered from his harm Tenebrous held out his hands and began gathering a sector of ignominious and red vigor."Demon Art : Apocalypse irruption !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming end ray.

The two unstoppable strength collided in a catastrophic fit of light and energy so right that the galaxy itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to see away to keep open their eyes from melting from the blinding illumination, which surpassed all early forces in the population. This was god-level combat at its meridian ! The spark finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on opposite English of the galaxy, the former gasping for air while the latter showed no signs of fatigue. Even over such a huge space, they could both see and hear each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the Same room.

"Someone looks tired, want me slow up down so you can submit a break ?"tenebrious taunted.

‘ Damn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate advantage. Being the owner of the Throne of Hell, as long as he is in nether region itself, his mogul is unbounded. 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 dip of force he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at critical bulk and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrious laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand Demon forefront materialized, all looking like the heads of Satan with charging Revelation eruption between their jaws.

‘ A thousand each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe of netherworld !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to pass over back to solid ground !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the roadblock between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raffaello Sanzio argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum spirit level of power.

"RUN !"

genus Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their speed boost enchantment, everyone nip through the empty infinite as fast as potential, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as realness would allow. Spotting them in the box of his eye, Baltoh snapped his digit, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest corners of blank, so far away that Tenebrous'galaxy looked like just a red star. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. Back in the crimson Galax urceolata, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a ignominy that you were unable to say so long to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any physique or shape !"tenebrific cackled.

"There is no motive to say bye-bye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arm.

nates Baltoh, all the whiz went supernova, instantly turning into colossal magnetic disc of fire and gas while launching their gamma ray flare-up. Behind tenebrious, all the Lucifer head teacher opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very center of the coltsfoot, the blasts met. From the turning point of blank, everyone became breathless as a brilliantly lighter could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an subaqueous detonation. Moving faster than the police force of aperient would reserve, the light surged across blank space in all directions like a universal tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the brightness reached their place and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in quad, unsure whether he was live or dead. His clothes were shredded, blood oozed from injury that covered nigh of his body, and his horse sense were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I break ? Did I come through ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few sparks of vim.

Baltoh opened his eyes, though that effort alone was like a human picking up a deal. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surround. The ruby wandflower was gone, reduced to a misty stew of melted corpuscle. There wasn't a undivided intact atom in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw Energy Department.

Without warning, a steel of condensed hellfire pierced his breast from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a single injury and at full strength. Baltoh stared at the blade with his completely body trembling."How… how is it potential ? ! How could it give birth no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to point him at the former gist of the galaxy, where his black pot still hovered, undamaged except for a gravid gap across the back."Behold, the literal stool of Hell ! As long as I am here, my tycoon aren't just Jehovah, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the office of this existence on your own ! No subject how hard you fight, as long as you are in infernal region, you are youngster's play to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! Evil has no weakness !

The Jehovah Baltoh, the Celestial Avatar, helpless and weak ! 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 pull together any strength with the Demon King's steel still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow energy from his own medallion and sent it across outer space at speeds that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's friends, the crack in Tenebrous'pot began to run and widen. In the quoin of distance, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Archangels and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across snake pit. Unbeknownst to everyone, to a greater extent cracks began to appear in his throne and minor tongues of Hellfire began to flick out.

Bringing them to the scene, Tenebrous released genus Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. Tears ran down the char's faces as they saw the helpless State he was in.

"Look upon your Jesus Christ, this the man you trusted and believed in ! facial expression upon him and forever commend that is the business leader of darkness that rules over everything !"tenebrific thundered as more gap began to appear in his potty. He then ripped his brand from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at genus Selene."You will be the firstly to die."

"Don't do it, tenebrious !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but molly, Rosemary, and the Archangels quickly got between them with their arm drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the hope that they could at least slow him down, but the daimon King effortlessly carved them down with his hellfire sword. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his head, about to off her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the can of netherworld suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery brand disappeared before it could meet her, as well as the flaming crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the Throne of sin. The ignominious throne of human and Demon osseous tissue was gone, the minacious interior having broken away to unwrap a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to see it.

"red cent YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even give her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a smiling on his face. tenebrific looked back at him with his boldness filled with terror."This is the true Throne of Scheol, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That mordant shell that coated it before, you used that to use the Throne of Hell and keep it in your control so that it would return you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the injury in his chest.

"The Thrones have volition of their own and their population were formed with a intent : Heaven to reinforce the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the counterpoise, and Hell to penalize the sinners. Tenebrous took the toilet of netherworld and then used the force it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal broken and blaze freed from his vicious control. After all, how could the office that punishes sinners be ruled by a Demon ?"

"So you're saying that the crapper of Inferno has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the other hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning can. A fervent aureole instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his lesion."You could say that the pits and I are under good terminus with each early,"he said as a sphere of energy appeared in his hand.

"You can't do this to me, you can't do this to me ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME !"Tenebrous howled, feeling truly helpless.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal public opinion ; it is the order of blaze ! Hell and I fight side by slope, Hell is my friend, and we exist for the same reason : to bump off evil ! You have corrupted and abused this realm for far too farsighted, and it is time for you to pay the toll ! In the name of Hell, I will stamp out you !"Baltoh thundered with the arena of energy growing in big businessman and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be in effect if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his ally out of injury's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of powerfulness in Baltoh's hand and the light that was bending and warping around it.

"My most powerful and serious trance ; Celestial Silence. The power in which to remove a distance completely from beingness ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what fortune to you think you have ? I can only use within another existence when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the daemon roared, turning around and flying away with the Shade Shimmer spell.

"You can not escape from your Sin !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial silence. Guiding it with his idea, he had the orb yaw through the air and impinge on the former Demon Billie Jean Moffitt King in the chest.

Upon link with Tenebrous, a spherical perimeter with a spoke of five international mile radiated from the spell, severing that outer space from reality. The sphere quickly began to shrink, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only darkness behind. It didn't just create a emptiness ; it left a breach hole in the universe and the fabric of space and clock time. tenebrific gave one final roar of little terror as the welkin closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the law of physical science, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the spot of black fix material and shrinking until it was modest than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both mind and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming throne and sat down. The tongues of fire brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an animal, causing no scathe. They barely even felt genuine. Sitting in the Throne of Hell, he took a deep breath and thought back through his whole risky venture. It was done, there was still body of work to be done in infernal region, impeccant person to save up, but the Princes and rule of the fiery kingdom had been defeated and the race of daimon would soon be extinct. The immediate past barely meant anything, what was important was the long term. Would he take the commode of Hell and predominate both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even rule them both ? Would he return to Earth with Selene ? Was it potential to truly see peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could someone who had fought for X of K of yr and reached the levels of a god truly put away his sword and bar fighting ?

"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 fender with sterling Ag plumage, and his halo was in the form of a tip of lightness. His hair was lily-white and combed back and he had a short whiskers and his skin colour was a light tan, as he was of centre Eastern decline. He was walking casually on the empty quad as if he was taking a perambulation through the common and came to a stop consonant beside the toilet of Hell.

"I established a backdoor 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 least once in our lives."
"And you decided to await until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to stamp out genus Selene, but I stopped when I saw the can of Hell beginning to release itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the heller has been defeated and the Throne of infernal region 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 tempestuous with me. It was because of my formula that your original human psyche were sent to Hell in the showtime station. It is because of me that hero sandwich have been burning because they acted out of justice. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my back on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is More my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the worldly concern of homo and then you pulled away when they needed you almost. You let state of war and organized religion burn out of command and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the pot with his camp out fingers in front of his face.

"That is true. I pulled away from the human race because I realized the tidy sum I had made and wanted keep beings to be able to shape their own lives. I also pulled away because I believed that if anyone were to rule over Cinereo, it would be one who occupied the throne. I waited for that person to arrive and contribute equipoise so that the war between light and duskiness could fare to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to continue raging at me ? I sent Selene and mollie to let you know that I had forgiven you for the misapprehension you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its prison term to let the retiring hitch in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how time moves here. Past, nowadays, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the painful sensation that I've endured. You've led a corrupt life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to face up Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for individual born from hatred to release their hatred. Very well, restrain your grievance ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my enquiry about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the stool of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of debris and melted quark cheese that were hovering in the zero point soberness."This all started because of too a great deal interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My duty is to maintain order, so to start up, I think I'll follow through decree. That's all you need to hump old man."

"funny story, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 class old,"Maker 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 metre for you to amount to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three region, too a great deal ira and furiousness. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to fetch order and balance, then you yourself must be balanced. It's time for you to finally ask yourself if you can go with all this hatred, or if the lull in struggle will invoke the wolf and stimulate it to consume you and twist you into darkness, 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 Throne is taken by person with the incorrect ambitions.

You've gone through a great change, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your office comes from. It's clock time to change who you are as well."Jehovah said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the Throne of the pits with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw genus Selene and the others approaching with their armour gone. He got to his feet 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 persuasiveness. Her words were impossible to sympathize, as she was both praising his victory and saying how distressed she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the odor of her silky hair. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her font buried in the position of his cervix, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear unfermented Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to laugh.

Rosemary finally let ago, letting molly show her maintenance. Like Selene and rosemary, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raphael and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the unsufferable. Michael was the stopping point to congratulate him, and he did it with the quick smiling he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my greatest protagonist and my receive superior."

"I'm not your higher-up, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's curiosity."Michael, of all the Archangels, you have always been the one with the strongest will to slay evil and implement justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Inferno to you, so that you may harness this region and make indisputable that iniquity is never allowed to develop again. I trust you to make Scheol what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft buss."Let's go home."



After leaving an exit for Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, genus Selene, Molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a back had passed on ground since their departure, and Earth was still in a frenzy as people tried to figure out just what the fucking had happened.

‘ People of Earth, take heed my vocalism,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the satellite while simultaneously converting his speech to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the dry land as people looked at each early and simultaneously asked,"did you listen that ?"

‘ My figure is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this universe. I am speaking to you now so that you may have it off what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in infernal region. With the help of the military group of nirvana, I have slain the daimon and his kingdom now lies in ruins. A keen modification has arrived and the exponent of darkness has been brought to its low-toned point since its giving birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the attack of evil must be extinguished once and for all.

I swear that I will purge this world of the evil that poisons its citizens. With Hell below to punish the sinners and Eden to rewards the pure, I will remold this earthly concern so that all just hoi polloi can live in peace and happiness. I will end the corruption, the wars, the greed, and the suffering, and all I ask in return is your honorable will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no congratulations, only a pure warmheartedness and good deeds. If you can redeem yourselves and purify your souls of evil, then this world can finally become a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are equal in my eyes and have the same opportunities and obstacles to get yourselves on the right wing path. Your faith means nothing to me, only your deeds and your resolution to make this world a proficient place for everyone will dictate your blank space in the next world. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellion fueled by greed and evil, but together, we can make this humans into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a chance to completely reshape who we are, but now, in this clip, the greatest prospect of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the crimes of the yesteryear, we can finally relish the present instead of enduring it, and we can know that the future will be even greater. This is our chance to cleanse this reality and reacquire the true will to live and desire to do adept. The meter of pain sensation and hatred is over, the prison term of justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal followers."Let's respite and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbs of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sun and new air. Behind him was a blue-painted house with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade skin were holding hands and with spirit of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to look back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several instant later, she stepped out of the house and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In eastern Vermont, mollie was having a interchangeable conversation with her sept, while Rosemary was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they make it ?"

genus Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to contribute you your privacy."

"It was tough convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to reveal my armor, wings, and celestial halo for them to fully believe me. They reacted the strong when I told them about my demise, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at repose when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure 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 women. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to prompt. Are mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosmarinus officinalis is having trouble announcing my new commandments to the humankind. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of religious or apparitional opinion on multitude and to only follow out necessary for dear deeds and good demeanour, but much of the existence is still rebelling. I might have to put on a true display of top executive before they finally accept my principle and give up their selfish sins."

"fountainhead if there is anyone who can cat the worldly concern of its evil, 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 decent hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the face of the globe, the two buff rematerialized in the very substance of the existence, in a smart nebula of all colouration cascading together with million of asterisk glistening in the background. swarm of hued gas as large as solar organisation wafted past them like tongues of flame, more beautiful than a human head could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, genus Selene without her liquid alloy annex and Baltoh without his mantle, and the two of them holding each early in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacancy of space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'genus Selene asked with her mind, ineffectual to speak without air to pack the sound.

‘ The provenience of everything. It is from this point, billions of years ago, that the universe was born. From that initial heartbeat, Cinereo came into existence and Shangri-la and Hell later budded off from it like electric cell. We are in the selfsame heart of all beingness, what better space to throw love ?'

Baltoh began to snog her neck, with each touch his sassing against her tegument sending waves of pleasure through her consistence, like illumination orgasms.

‘ I love you, Baltoh, I love you so much,'Selene mentally said while she tried to think through the euphoria.

Baltoh slowly raised his head and gave a warm smiling. ‘ Not nearly as very much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their back talk swirled together similar oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them wrap around each other and probe the inside of each other's lip. Even though he had lost all of his Demon device characteristic, Baltoh was able to change his strong-arm anatomy to make his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her bland leg and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the stars in the universe positioned around them like witness, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, genus Selene released a mum thigh-slapper of genial euphoria as Baltoh's free energy flooded her eubstance, letting her coup d'oeil 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 imagination. She could see everything from the smallest molecule to the bombastic Galax urceolata, all with touch clarity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the indescribable feelings to slow down to a drip, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't return to the living she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his finger's breadth against the side of her grimace, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. calmness yourself and cartel in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their lip interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every aspect of her beingness with the aura of deity, allowing her to glint 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 volume of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another replete coup d'oeil into his mankind and making her mind cry out as it struggled to get a way to describe the bliss and happiness she was feeling.

Taking a slow, steady rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in space, their rim having yet to fully separate from their osculation. As it went on, Selene could feel her judgement getting used to the god-like touch sensation and became mostly immune to it, regaining her sort out senses. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a blood transfusion, they both began to glow with their dead body intertwined from their Energy being released and orbiting around them like dust around a headliner. As they continued the act of lovemaking and more than and more of Baltoh's index flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an vestibular sense in terminus of power, moving to the Saami level of creation.

molding aside their powers and living side by side in the same level, they shed the feelings of the get-up-and-go entering and exiting their physical structure. In the neo space, they felt only each other's physical forms, just like the low gear time they made love. His limb wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the perfect velocity and touching all the compensate places. genus Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wild with his deep poking, not needing any of his might to shake or pleasure her. Breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass bod. Again she tried to find quarrel to describe how dear it felt to have him inside of her, but even after having his great power flood her brain and grant her a view of the realm of the churchman, the variant between the two sense offered no advantage in coming up with a description.

In his intellect, Baltoh too was struggling to find a description, not only for the incredible look of being so close to the cleaning woman he loved and the tactile sensation of her lenient touch, but also his honey itself, the love he felt for her. No affair what he came up with, whether it be an integral Koran of poetic gold dedicated to the sole aim of summarizing his feelings for her or using the universe itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not discover a way to properly express his dear, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and tongues still joined together and Baltoh's hammer being worked in Selene at a deep and steady speech rhythm, the two fan lost track of clock time, for time itself was bending around them as their energies were released in corking and swell intensities, forming an atmosphere of raw power that was like a sun with them in the pith.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so powerful that it affected their mind as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical sensation. As they looked up and gave dumb moans of happiness, the star around them of their DOE closed in on them, being channeled back into their organic structure and intellect. Defying her persuasion of reality, the superstar she experienced with the spate of world power surging back her mind surpassed the original tactual sensation that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the moving ridge of blissfulness that flooded him like tidal wave of light. To Baltoh and Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existences completely, for the miscellanea of get-up-and-go contained both their hearts and soulfulness. Neither of them could even assure if they were still alive or dead, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a heartbeat as vivid as the Big Bang itself, the power was released back out in a beaming supernova. Twisting and roll, cloud of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and smell like radio wave. The powerfulness and cacoethes of the billow was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an incomputable amount of clock time, everything became unruffled, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the center of attention of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and gaze deep into each former's oculus, unable to consider what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a sonant kiss.




The End