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Chapter 1



Raindrops fell like miniscule fists upon the metropolis of New York, washing away the grease and nastiness that caked the streets and alleys. It was quiet on this late-spring day, with the hammering rain forcing hoi polloi to stay put inside. Even the roads were mostly quiet, while engorged with gondola as usual. But while it was a quietly day, it was by no means a peaceful one.

Up at the very top of the Empire State construction, at the very tip of its spire, there was a low red flash in the greyness sky. From this flash, a radiance orb came into existence, resembling a deep red brightness level bulb. It was not bright or powerful enough to get attention from the people below and it was completely masked by torrential rainfall. The raindrops that passed by this burning flash were turned into hissing steam from just the intense proximity and the unnatural heat being given off by coal-like sphere.

The orb did not fade after the initial photoflash ; instead, it grew in intensiveness and size of it while becoming darker in shade. Initially the size of a man clenched fist, it began to inflate into an undulate perpendicular disk as expectant as a dinner mesa. There was a second heartbeat and the disk became still, having completed its metamorphosis. It became solid like shabu, with shifting chromaticity of red swirling within.

Black mist spewed out from the bottom of the phonograph recording, pouring out slowly and streaming down like thick-skulled tar. The mist washed over to the spire of the top of the edifice, causing the metal to rust and deteriorate as if exposed to acid. Echoing from this ominous drapery of red Inner Light was a choir of agonizing screams and shout of pain in the ass, pouring out from the depths of the blood-red Inner Light. Were the weather solve, the hoi polloi down in the streets would instantly gaze up in horror at the source of this bone-chilling orchestra and cover their auricle to try and protect their person from its ravaging musical note. The phone radiating from this dark phantasma was one not meant for mortal ears, a audio that was never intended to be set free upon the earth. Only through the purifying drumming of the rain were the hoi polloi of New York spared the mind-scarring refrain.

A riffle stretched out from the center of the phonograph recording and a shadow came into view from its depth, like a sea wolf slowly rising to the surface of the ocean. Slowly, a figure stepped out onto the top of the spire, standing on the tip of the tuner tower on one foot. The fig was a tall Lester Willis Young man with a incline but hefty material body, garbed in brown the boot, grey sloppy pants, a black sash, and a contraband hooded shirt with a vest. Wrapped around his articulatio radiocarpea were two rosary bead cords and two alloy hamper. The man had medium-length saturnine hairsbreadth that was slicked back, a greyish complexion, piercing bluing heart that could almost glow in the dark, and hidden under his hood were two horns that protruded just past his whisker line and reached back across his scalp almost aerodynamically.

As he fully stepped out of the fiery doorway, a burning anchor ring came into view, hovering above his head, as well as four massive wings that grew out of his back. Each was more than twice the size of his body when fully unfolded and stretched, with the scummy set of extension resembling bat wings but with exfoliation instead of material body, and the upper wings like the annex of an bird of Jove, but were whiter than pearls. Protruding from the book binding of his pelvis was a long black tail with a rope-like length and tractability and a bladed stinger on the end like a stumbler knife, but with a tearing gibe. His fingertips were armed with triangular chela that tapered down with razor-sharp edges.

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

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

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

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



Selene Kurland walked down the sidewalk with her eyes focused on the Koran of crossword puzzles in her bridge player. Even with her brain completely focused on figuring out a seven-letter word for"energy spreading ”, she skirted through the crowds of daily commuter and the erratic period of traffic.

Selene was a beautiful womanhood in her mid 1920s with a chocolate/cinnamon-shade complexion, long melanise hair that was straight yet crinkled, and bright green eyes. Matching her knockout was her hourglass digit, with d-cup breasts, a slender waistline, an ass and twosome of thighs that were toned with muscle, and hips that swung like a clock pendulum with each step. Her figure was a mixture of good gene and a nearly religious devotion to her gym. Not surprisingly, the results came together literally without a flaw.

She was wearing black high-healed shoes that gave a very sexy tap with each footfall, a black dame that tightly held to her smooth thighs, and a tan business organisation coat with her purse dangling from her berm. Secured in her purse and leaning against her shoulder was an umbrella, deflecting the torrential sheet of paper of rainwater. Maybe she should birth driven today…

Selene loved puzzles, but not because of a specific affinity for the mental example. She liked them because they posed a challenge, something that allowed her to crusade herself to her bound. She was always searching for a challenge, something to snap off the slow routine of life, it was why she moved to New York in the get-go place ( where unfortunately the simply job she could get was a soul-sucking one in a cell ). In this display case, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword al-Qur'an or getting run over.

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

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

"Occupy !"respective of the protesters cheered in paying back, glad for the low piece of support.

"S !"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 Bible before pulling out her cell phone.

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

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

Selene chuckled as she and the crew of commuters walked across the street with the legion of automobile 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 path of life,"molly remarked.

Selene laughed again."Ok, you're right on that one. Relax, I'm just one cube away, meaning that I'm about to get splashed with the sordid make any 2nd now. I'll be there in a minute. By the way, do you bang a twelve-letter news for a high school math stratum ?"

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



A Gargoyle sat crouched on the observation deck of a skyscraper, staring down at the city with glowing red eyes. The beast was unforesightful than an adult human being but much more muscular, with long knock-down limb, serrated talons protruding from its finger's breadth and hook-like toes, bony backstage with scaly flesh and thin membranes, twisted cornet above it's disfigured jackal face, a swishing whip-like prat, and jet-black tegument that was covered in bally cicatrix. The tar-like saliva that dripped from its toothed tooth burned the stone with the speech sound of sizzling bacon.

The Gargoyle stood up, while maintaining a slouched-over position, and opened its wings with an abnormally loud thump, like the cadence of an ancient war tympan. Leaping off the tower, it plunged towards the primer, completely invisible to all mortal eyes. Reaching the entrance of the building, it held open its backstage to their full phase of the moon sizing and flapped them, catching the air whooshing past. The puddle and falling rainfall around the front end doors almost exploded from the pulsing shockwave as it shot up into the air.

Soaring lazily over the city, the beast tried to control its upheaval and thirstiness for blood. Only lucky handfuls of Gargoyles had ever existed in the humankind of the support in all of account, and here, there was more food for thought than its deranged creative thinker could grok. Looking down, puppet spotted its inaugural victim. On the roof of a nearby power edifice, a man had stepped outside for some much-needed impudent air.

Having just received a song from his wife that she had just had a miscarriage, the balding middle-aged man did not give care that it was raining ; he just needed to get out of the edifice. Landing behind him, the Gargoyle gave off a meretricious spatter sound. The man quickly turned around, having lost the feeling that he was alone. While the unholy wolf was completely inconspicuous, the man's eyes widened with terror as he saw its silhouette in the rain, as each drop that splattered on its organic structure showed its size and conformation.

Lashing out, the Gargoyle slashed the man across the dresser, ripping open his ribcage and torso dental caries. The man released a garbled cry of pain as blood streamed from his oral cavity and his harmonium spilled out onto the floor. The man fell dead to the ground and the Gargoyle pounced, feasting on the man while the blood slowly bedspread across the rain-soaked roof like a spoonful of oil across the aerofoil of a pond. The Gargoyle fed on the carcass with enjoy, tearing through the physical structure with its claws and chewing on the bloody meat only briefly.

As it slurped up a subscriber line of intestine like a spaghetti Strand, a bright flashgun of light flared beside it and the Gargoyle screeched in pain as its lop wing and arm fell to the floor with wooden-headed ancestry trickling from its veins. Baltoh stood behind the creature with a meter-long sword in his hand. The handgrip had no guard and was a half-foot longsighted, while the single-edged blade had a very narrow soma until the halfway distributor point with razor-sharp serrations. After the halfway stage, the size suddenly swelled with an abrupt gut-hook to count down the end of the blade for enhanced hacking and slashing. The sword finally tapered off to a stabbing point, essentially making it so that anyone struck by the blade would either be ravaged by eighteen inch of straight-razor serrations, ripped undefended like a gutted Fish by the hook-like sharpness, cleaved by the wide-eyed weighted twelve-inch end, or stabbed by the pointed tip.

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

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

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

The Gargoyle began to laugh."You shall experience cypher from me, traitor. I was born of pain in the neck and spite, and there is nothing you can do to produce me talk."

Baltoh's flaming doughnut flared up like burning oil and the white feathers of his upper wings stood on end."Whether it is stubbornness or loyalty to the heller, your secrecy will accomplish zilch. I will find him and destroy you all."

With a dreary holler, the Gargoyle lunged forward with black smoke billowing from its pincer like firing. With piddling effort, Baltoh caught the Gargoyle's radiocarpal joint before its talons could contact his face, then severed its hand with only his grip.

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

The fauna staggered back in agony, and before it could avenge, Baltoh aimed his ribbon at it."Angel Art : Holy Burn."

A photoflash of lighting was released from his palm tree with the brightness of the sun. The Inner Light obliterated the hell-spawn creature with a metaphysical impact of holy attack, incinerating its eubstance while shoving it back. While the flash was visible from below, anyone who saw it would merely mistake it for a particularly powerful bolt of lightning.

Baltoh then turned to the butchered corpse of the slain man. He snapped his finger's breadth and the ravaged body was incinerated in a spate of flannel flames, removing every trace and not even leaving ashes behind.



Abaddon stood in the buzzer tug of the riverbank Church, watching the rainwater pour ceaselessly. Behind him were several bowed Gargoyles, all with bring down eyes and swishing keister. Abaddon was not a Gargoyle, he was a fiend, and while they were exchangeable in nature, comparing them would be like comparing planetary house hombre to lions.

Abaddon's body was very similar to the Gargoyles ’, with bat-like wings, jet-black scaly flesh, a longsighted tail, long talons protruding from the goal of his fingerbreadth and toes, and curled cornet on the top of his forefront. However, his soundbox was far more than humanoid, with longer branch and bones, a much full-strength posture, more malleable finger's breadth, a muscular yet leaner and less bulky physique, a mechanical man boldness, and even peaky hair. Secured to his carpus were two metal bond and he was wearing a chick of armor plate around his waist, alike to a gladiator or knight.

The Demon growled as he looked out over the city."I can't believe that cocksucker followed us here. He already killed one of us, and our design can't piece of work if we lose another. Not even I can face him in conflict the way I am. All of you will lay low and remain secret, but I need to feed so that I may go strong enough to fight him. If I feed on sufficiency souls, I may be able-bodied to at least pull through showdown, but you are all to prevent a low profile…"



Selene walked down the street, still working on her book of crossword puzzles. The rain had finally stopped in in unison with the lost the ignitor of the sun, and with the swarthiness of the city, it was likely that the Brobdingnagian puddles and cover of body of water would not dry until the side by side day. The night was unusually dark. For even though the rainfall had stopped, the thick swarm remained and they refused to appropriate the Sun Myung Moon to shine. With so often moisture in the metropolis, a thick mist thickened the air, almost making if difficult to breath and wrapping around every lamppost and window like a straitjacket, locking in the light so that all else remained dark.

Selene walked this street twice a day to and from oeuvre, so she had no worry. Even in the swarthiness with no one around, she felt safe enough to walk domicile. Not to mention the fact that the can of mace she carried in her handbag was strong enough to thaw the eyes out of anyone who gave her a laughable look.

In a stretch of time so small that she couldn't even think of something to compare it to, Selene's world was suddenly leaf upside-down as her senses were ripped away, save for the sound of a crackling rattle and the feeling of getting stabbed at every centimeter of human body in her body with hot Fe 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 out and dragged into the nearby alley.

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

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

Selene was slammed against a brick rampart with one of her captors gripping her by the throat. The impact, while awful, offered some clarity, as she was now able to at least see her assailant. One was facing her, as mentioned before, with his manus around her throat, the instant was standing beside the starting time, and the third was a few feet away, digging through her purse.

"Damn, she's nice piece of ass. It looks like we'll get a little Sir Thomas More than some hard cash and credit cards,"the 2d one laughed.

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

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

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

Looking through the stars of the stinging smack, Selene's oculus widened as she saw the swoon light glinting off the steel. Like his knife, the dim light was reflected off his teeth as he gave a cruel smile. Holding the knife as if he were going to dig her, he slipped the tip of the sword into her leash. For the abbreviated second, the tip of the blade was touching her cutis, and never before had she felt something so stingingly cold. To her relief, the knife was taken off of her skin, but before she could exhale, her attacker yanked the blade downwards, tearing through her coat, shirt, and bra. With tears streaming from her heart, Selene cried out in pain as blood trickled down her belly from the deeply cut left on her breast from the assailant's malicious and ungainly removal of her clothes.

He then tore through her skirt and panties and the second assailant went to exercise yanking off the tear up remains. Selene shivered in terror and helplessness as the cool air fanned her bare thigh and firm breasts. Her teat were now the size of finger joints from the cold air and the fear that filled every roughage of her being.

"Look at those sweet teat of hers, I wonder how lots cum has been shot onto them. I imagine a slight White River would look with child on that grim tegument,"the third attacker joked as he approached, jamming a handful of immediate payment into his scoop and throwing aside her purse.

They were really going to dishonour her, and that fact terrified Selene More than anything else in her animation. She had to do something, anything that had the flimsy chance of sparing her from this fate. Working up all the strength in her beat body, she screamed at the top of her lungs,"person PLEASE help ME ! HEL—"

Her wow was cut short as the attacker's vane was plunged into the side of meat of her stomach, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that shot through her was so agonizing, she lost all control over her body and mind. The hurting inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her bod was even more ugly than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With ancestry slowly filling her mouth, her body became hobble while her assailant just laughed.

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

"Let her go,"a voice echoed through the bowling alley. The trench vocalisation was as clearly as drinking glass and the very phone of it shook Selene from her dying daze.

She and her three aggressor looked to the entranceway of the alley, where a lone chassis stood, silhouetted against the Light Within of the lampposts in the street.

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

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

"Let her go, this is your final admonition,"the man ordered with more government agency and power in his voice than any inhabit human could get.

The number one attacker pulled his knife out of Selene, making her screeching in botheration."Listen asshole, either walk away or I'll carve off your nerve, he'll quetch your ass, and he'll stomp on your nuts."

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

Before he continued, four magnanimous annexe grew out of his back, with the feathering along the edge of the speed extension flanged like the quills of a porcupine and the scurvy bat-like wings honed to the acute SHAPE of a vane. With blood oozing down her chin, Selene gasped in disbelief and the three rapist staggered back, cursing in fear. The man with the knife dropped her and she slumped to the undercoat with blood pouring from her wound.

"But know this, your hatred is nada compared to mine ! devil Art : Incineration photoflood !"

An eruption of red and black fire surged from Baltoh, shaking the street and causing every puddle in the back street and every piece of tripe to uprise into the air. The non-white flaming surged down the alley, slamming into the three rapist like an undammed river and knocking them off their feet. Completely ignored by the blast, genus Selene watched in repugnance in amazement as the three suspended attackers were slowly disintegrated by wave of black and red flaming washing over them. Their wearing apparel were burned away, their faces melted off their skulls, their flesh was pealed off their eubstance, their muscles were shredded as if by a meat grinder, descent streamed from their carcasses as their vena were lacerated at every centimeter, their organs exploded like piddle balloons once exposed, and after only a few instant, they were nothing but charred frame. As the surge faded, so did Selene's level on consciousness. Succumbing to blood loss and the pain of her injuries, Selene slumped over and passed out.

Kicking aside the blackened skeletons of the raper, Baltoh walked over to Selene and crouched down, holding his pale hand over her naked consistence."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands."

genus Selene's whole body began to burn as a plasma-like effulgence wafted from Baltoh's manus and settled on her tegument. Her pang wound began to close, her mark and bruise disappeared, and her physical structure stopped shaking as the affects of the stun gun were removed. In lupus erythematosus than half a min, she was fully healed. While he restored her health, Baltoh was surprised to line up himself analyzing every column inch of her defenseless beauty, moving his center slowly up her slim yet curved frame.

While he healed her wound, Baltoh reached out with his tail and retrieved her pocketbook, proceeding then to look for selective information. Pulling out a forgotten letter, Baltoh read her name and name and address, memorizing the location of the apartment building and the exact whole. Hooking the purse to his waistband, he moved back over to Selene. With one arm against her back and the former under her knees, Baltoh picked her up, clutching her nude body while being careful not to engrave her with his claws.

Holding the char in his implements of war, Baltoh lost all inactiveness and stood as still as a statue, staring at her case. It had been class since he laid eyes upon something so… beautiful, and never before had it stopped him in his tracks like this. Looking at her, he felt a very blissful sensation in his breast and a happy restiveness, something that he had never before experienced with his frigidity heart.

Realizing how lots time had passed, Baltoh shook himself back to world and spread his wings. With a ace powerful flap, he was catapulted high into the sky. Holding Selene tightly, he stabilized himself in the air and began to fly, mentally repeating the address he had found on the letter as he soared over the city. With her long lustrous hair brushing across her facial expression, Selene was brought out of full unconsciousness, but her mind was still only half-awake. Her eyelids slowly rose, revealing the emerald gems through which she gazed at Baltoh's aspect, unsure of if what she was seeing was existent or a aspiration. What she did know was that he was very good-looking and she was cold. She gave a soft sigh as she fell back to sleep, crossing her arms to keep warm.

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

Unable to empathize why he was doing it, Baltoh tightened his embrace, holding her closer while he flew and keeping her warm with his own body heat. He even wrapped his down flank around her to keep on her protected from the low temperature wind. Clutching her tightly, he tried to fight back his construction hard-on, something that further confused him, as he had never felt sexual magnet for anyone or desire for anything.

Finally reaching Selene's apartment building, he landed on the fire escape by her unit like an eagle reaching its nest. With Selene in his implements of war, he stepped forward and passed right through the bulwark as if it were a hologram, entering her bedroom. Stepping down onto the floor with unequalled quiet, he retracted his backstage and gently laid Selene in her bed.

Standing up, Baltoh looked around the way 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 pictures of friends and household. With his hand moving against his will, Baltoh picked up a motion picture of genus Selene with a youth man and stared at it intently. While they had the same skin color, he couldn't not forecast out if he were a swain or brother.

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

As he looked back at the motion picture, he saw the observation of two heart in the glass, right above his shoulder. Spinning around, Baltoh aimed his hand at the creature with his brand materializing in his grip. He came to a stop, sword in hired man, staring into the centre of a white and embrown cat, perched on the top of one of the bookshelves. The creature's oculus were fully dilated to charter in all possible light, its tail was swishing from incline to side anxiously, and its claws were slowly edging out of its soft mitt. But the feline's military capability was relaxed, as if it were both at relaxation and warning signal. Staring at the Baltoh, the cat felt more confusion than ever before in its aliveness, sensing a huge flood of dissimilar push in him, both light and dark.

Baltoh let go of his sword and the weapon system disappeared as soon as link was lost. Turning back to the window to entrust, Baltoh was again brought to a statue-like pose, staring at Selene's naked body. The urban center ignitor from outdoor were cast upon her unclothed beauty like a wanderer web, illuminating her womanly figure. Her wickedness skin caught the light beautifully, allowing Baltoh to see her in a way that he had not yet experienced. While her consistence was rich in voluptuous curves, her thin and well-toned fig was like that of a bronze goddess. Between her long smooth second joint, the sassing of her puss looked so delicate and subdued, it was as if they were made of cocoa icing and lacked even a bingle pilus. Her full phase of the moon tit gently trembled with each intake and release of air, and her nipples were vertical from the softness and ticklish chill of each exhale. Her silken total darkness whisker was scattered across her pillow, while only a few strand were draped across her peaceful fount. The lipstick on her back talk glistened as she breathed, and her eyelashes fluttered with each sleeping tremor in the lids.

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

Murmuring the Book shook him from his shock, reminding him that he had to leave. He extended his wings and became intangible, about to glide by through the wall as if it were made only of sparkle. As he took a measure forward, Selene's oculus slowly opened and Baltoh was caught in the bright commons hue.

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

Baltoh stopped dead.

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

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

Once again, Selene was fathom asleep, completely peaceful, the feather locked tightly in her grip.



Two sounds filled the abandoned tube tunnel ; the disconsolate laughs of Abaddon and the agonizing cries of his eighteen-year-old dupe. Having spent the evening eating on homeless people, the black-hearted Demon had now decided to move onto the main line. The young woman before him had prospicient blond haircloth and pale skin, dirtied from years of living in the streets and sickly from malnourishment. She was completely nude and covered in long bloody slash, inflicted by Abaddon's razor-sharp talons or from whip-like cut of his tail.

She was bent over awkwardly, leaning on the Allium tricoccum alongside the path, crying and screaming in painful sensation as the monster forced his near-horse-sized cock into her flyspeck body with cold hurrying. Beneath her were the butcher remains of her parents, wet with her split and the blood streaming from between her legs, caused by the bony ridges that encircled the cock of Abaddon's phallus.

For over an hour, the immature girl had begged the Demon to have mercy and stop, or to at least kill her and end the pain. Even after everything she had saw and experienced in this brutal night, she couldn't believe what was happening to her. The vicious force raping her was not human, and while her sensory faculty of logic screamed that he had to be, the girl knew that it was no man using her in such a roughshod way, no affair how insufferable it seemed. Feeding on the agony and gaining strength from her teary cry, Abaddon was not going to show any kindness.

Finally, Abaddon released a lion-like roar as he finally came, squeezing his victim's hips tightly. The offspring girl screamed in agony and humiliation as the monster dug his chela into her human body and felt his semen flood her body, taking the home of Abaddon's cock as he yanked it out of her. She released a secondly and more dolorous wow as an unutterable burning feeling coursed through her torso. In her vagina, the dark-gray semen was eating away at her flesh, burning through her ilk acid.

Abaddon stood back and watched with an evil smile as the missy writhed in pain, crying from the dark fluid that was melting her from the inside out. Finally, just before end, Abaddon unhinged his jaw like a hungry boa constrictor, leaned down, and crushed her skull between his tooth as he feasted upon her.

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



Selene bolted awake to the sound of her dismay, reliving the prospect from the alley as if were still happening. She looked around wildly, expecting to see her attackers, but only seeing her bedroom. The welcoming sight nearly caused her to crash, 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 knee joint, completely shaken by the saturation of her memories.

A humble scowl appeared on her typeface, something didn't look right. She looked at her handwriting, having felt something greasy on her leg. Her palm had a fragile coating of grime, and looking over her body, she realized that her paw wasn't the only affair that was dirty.

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

She looked over to her clock to turn off the beeping consternation and the blood in her veins instantly became as cold as ice. She was looking at her pillow and the white feather on it. The marble-like color was so vibrant that Selene knew that for it to come from a mere bird was unsufferable. Just the size alone made it being an bird of Jove feather inconceivable. Selene quickly reached into her dirt-covered purse and found her pocketbook, empty of cash.

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



Mentally shaken, genus Selene called in sick to play, deciding that it would be best if she thought things out before doing anything. After taking a exhibitioner and washing away the dirt from the alleyway and the blood from her injuries, Selene sat in her life room with a cup of coffee, watching the morn news. Purring and meowing, her attention-hungry cat crawled into her lap.

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

"A brutal prospect was discovered this morning time by delivery truck handing newspaper. Describing the odour of burning sulfur, they came across an skittle alley that looked at if it had been the tantrum of an detonation. The walls of the neighbor buildings were melted and burned, the concrete land was obliterated as if by earth-moving equipment, and the stiff of three bodies were found.

We go to you live at the scene, where the police force has allowed us to consider the unbelievable death. I warn you, the following footage is quite graphic and witness discretion is strongly advised…"

The filmdom went dark for a moment and then the sentiment was returned. genus Selene spewed coffee berry across her cat as she saw the skittle alley, sending the irritated feline scurrying away. Selene stared at the TV with a look of revulsion. She knew without a trace of a doubt that the alley they were showing was the alley she had been mugged in the night before. The camera zoomed in at several stage, showing the damage of the plosion. It was a miracle that the buildings themselves weren't obliterated !

Next the camera panned over to the victim, and genus Selene had to press with all her strength not to throw up at the sight of the convolute lightlessness skeletons and the horrible formulation of agony on their sear faces. The CRT screen then returned to the anchorwoman, who too looked nauseated from the sight of the gruesome skeletons.

"police force are currently investigating the identities of the three victims and the grounds of the explosion. They were willing to mention on the strangeness of the effect, as there were no reports of any loud noise, something that would be unmistakable for whatever caused so a lot destruction. They also told us a very interesting fact : while the examination continues, no chemical residue has been found at the internet site. They can't see any evidence of an literal bomb calorimeter exploding or any traces of dose ; all they have uncovered is a boastfully amount of atomic number 16."

With shaky manpower, 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 turning point of an position edifice with his pass in his palm tree, 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 tail. He didn't want any misdirection as he pondered his next movie and his previous unity. His wings lay draped around him like mantle and his whip-like barbed tooshie 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 digit through his pilus. He thought back over and over again to the different sensations that filled him when he gazed at Selene in her bedroom. Never before in his entire being had he felt anything like those emotions, he had never felt anything other than hatred and the desire to slay daimon and Gargoyles. But looking at Selene, holding her defenseless form tightly… it replaced the fires of anger in his tenderness with the flak of passion.

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

‘ To be able to interact and even vote down a homo being, LE than a day after arrival… Even a full-fledged daemon would require at least two calendar week to amass adequate power for forcible interaction, and even then, a lethal wound would be impossible to inflict.'He looked up at the wan 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 stop to it before it's too late.'

He jerked his headspring as a little pop flared in the vertebral column of his nous. He could sense a surge in Demon Department of Energy and it was compressed in a single entity. Without a question it was Abaddon.

"Tch, perfect timing."



Baltoh slowly passed through floor upon level upon level of abandoned railroad line tunnels and sewer lines, moving through solid Harlan Fiske Stone and concrete without even touching it. He finally came to the lowest burrow, residing rich below the urban center and having been completely untouched since it was abandoned. Only the eternally gnawing rats had inflicted damage to the concrete social organisation and formations.

Peeling the muscle off of the severed arm of idle shaver, Abaddon looked over as Baltoh appeared and quickly jumped to his feet."How the perdition did you get me ? !"

"You may be able-bodied to veil yourself from the eyes of humankind and the ignitor of the sun, but you were careless in trying to obliterate your power or its toxic influence. All I needed to do was conform to the smelling of evil on your breath."

Baltoh looked down at the dead consistency around Abaddon's foundation and the multiple teeth and claw marks."I've let you roam free in this earth for too farsighted, now you die,"he growled, forming his brand in his hand.

The monster began to laugh and held out his hand. Bursting from the flesh of his palm, a business line of clappers resembling a spinal pillar reached out and lock away together into a meter-long pole. A loud snap speech sound echoed through the chamber as the spine began to garble, being crushed by an invisible force and compacted. All without shattering, the spikelet was compressed into a foresighted sword of a single solid piece of off-white, with the spinal anaesthesia ridges acting as vast serrations.

"Don't underestimate me treasonist. Ever since I got here, I've been feeding nonstop. The afflictive cries of these puny human beings, they're so beautiful, the strait of the flesh being torn from their organic structure and their blood being splattered across the walls and floor, the sight of the poor young lady'teary faces as I rape them to death, and the taste of this glorious feast of agony… it's indescribable !

I've been tormenting these weaklings since I got here, feasting on their excruciating nuisance and their consistency. And I must say, living world taste so much more sexually attractive than the spirits of the damned ; they are so… uncorrupted. Now I've become far stiff than I ever was in perdition, strong enough to even face you !"

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

A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh's fist, expanding twenty infantry every indorsement. The growing guggle of brightness consumed him and Abaddon and continued to spread out, passing through the walls, base, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren't even there. After expanding a 100 metre in every centering, the burp came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete tower and flicked the air in its commission. The column instantly shattered into millions of pieces and crumbled to the reason, but before the dust could even get to nail down, the pillar was reformed, with every sherd and pebble of concrete joining together into a giant star single bit and repairing itself completely.

"I'm not very skilled in maintaining this roadblock, let's keep this small, shall we ?"Baltoh sighed before being consumed by a bellow torrent of blackamoor and white energy. Darkness was streaming from his dark bat-like wings and light was streaming from his pearly eagle-like wings.

Abaddon gave a thriving gag and pointed his sword at Baltoh as black flame surged up from the ground around him."Very well, but I wonder just how long you can death before you have to resort to unleashing your full power."

The two opposition crouched down with their arms held back and pounced on each other. In midair, they both swung their blade and collided in deafening crash. Instantly, every piece of square stone and concrete shattered like fragment grenade, filling the air with detritus and shrapnel.







Chapter 2



Selene bolted up as the feather on her java board began to spin wildly, with a glowing evaporation wafting up from the silky strands. Breathing heavily, she crouched down beside the table and stared at the plumage as it came to a sudden stay and the crystalline dawning became more focused and coerce, instantly being pushed away from the tip of the feather as if it were in a nothingness burrow. It actually looked like passing comet, wrapped up in its hind end. The plumage began to twitch, with the tip changing direction by only a millimetre of so with each shift.

bringing her face down low to the mesa, she looked in the focusing 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 ingest the resolution she was looking for.

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



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

‘ Damn it, why is this fight still going on ? It is straight that he is far stronger than any normal ogre, but I would normally end a battle like this in lupus erythematosus than a minute, but I feel so… dull. I can't focus my creative thinker or my DOE. I feel like I'm bleeding to Death,'Baltoh thought to himself, trying to coerce all beguilement out of his mind.

Disengaging from Baltoh's steel, Abaddon flew backwards and pointed his taloned finger at his individual foeman, as if he were pretending to go off a gun.

"Demon Art : Dark pulse !"he thundered.

Instantly a colossal beam of dark vim erupted from the tip of his claw like a comic record book villain's giant death ray.

"backer Art : William Henry Gates of Heaven !"Baltoh countered, planting his steel in the ground.

Shaking the unit tunnel, an ornate gateway of square gold volley from the tunnel in front line of Baltoh. Glowing like a immense neon sign, the gate shielded Baltoh from the flack, with the tail vitality ineffectual to even pass between the bars.

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

Beneath Abaddon, a trampoline-sized hepatic portal vein to Hell opened and a monolithic skeletal system mitt reached up, grabbing the fiend with its crushing embracement like a man grabbing an action figure and ending the Dark Pulse clap. With the beam halted, Baltoh released the Gates of Heaven while and pounced on Abaddon with his sword held low for an uppercut slash.

With a monstrous roar, Abaddon swung his fag end and struck the helping hand, shattering all of the bones and freeing himself. Abaddon retrieved his blade, having just enough time to blank out Baltoh's upwardly diagonal. The two blade met and the fiend was instantly thrown straight up by the sheer office behind the slash, crashing through grade upon level of cave systems.

Eventually gaining control of his impulse, Abaddon became intangible and slowed himself down, passing up into an empty tube platform. The chamber had two subway tracks with a duplicate personal credit line of pillars on the platform between them, a long staircase leading up to the street on one side of the bedchamber but was blocked off due to fix needing to be made to the platform, and a wall with a 12 payphones stood on the opposite bulwark. The weapons platform was on the very fringes of Baltoh's archetype barrier, meaning that if they moved any high-pitched, 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 inactiveness and plunged his brand into ceiling, sending a spider web of scissure through the concrete and causing rubble to rain down. Before Baltoh could readjust his sentience of direction and find Abaddon, the devil appeared behind him, spun around for momentum, and delivered an earth-shaking kick. Baltoh was sent careening like a skipping Harlan Fiske Stone and crashed straight through one of the rows of column like a wrecking nut through Styrofoam.

Coming to a check, Baltoh quickly raised his sword to block an execution-style virgule from Abaddon. The two enemies stared each other down, each pushing against the sword of the other. As the screeching sound of the straight-razor-sized blades on Abaddon's sword grinding against the glazed serrations of Baltoh's, the latter gave a smile. With more than twice as much strength as Abaddon, Baltoh released one deal from his sword, while the Demon was left still desperately pushing with all the strength in both of his arms.

Helpless to fight himself, Abaddon howled in pain in the neck as Baltoh slashed him across the chest with his talons, tearing undefended his bureau cavity and nearly snapping the ribs. He then delivered an organ-rupturing lick, sending the Demon skidding back fifty feet. Abaddon struggled to stick on his feet with ink-black ancestry dribbling from his wound, giving Baltoh the opportunity of a lifetime.

Baltoh reached out with his long hindquarters 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 Demon's pharynx, and as the beaten wretch slowly tried to get to his feet, Baltoh delivered a devastating flush to the face, sending Abaddon flying through the air and crashing into the wall with so lots force that even the pay phone he didn't crush were destroyed by the shockwave and the whole terminus nearly caved in.

Baltoh pointed his brand at the daemon, about to rescue the final move. Dredging up his power levels for the attack that would obliterate his foe, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

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

His eyes widened and he released a rich gasp as Selene came into opinion. The beautiful woman instantly stared at Baltoh, completely mesmerized by the sight of him and the undisputable proof that the effect of the night before had really happened. She slowly walked towards him, clutching his feathering and focusing on every contingent of his eubstance, from his tail to his burning halo.

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

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

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

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

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

"Die traitor ! demon Art : iniquity Pulse !"He roared.

All the detritus on the floor was thrown aside like fleck of paper by an activated fan as a jet-black blast of shadow energy surged from his fingerbreadth like an erupting vent, focused into a heavy beam with a ten-foot diameter and carrying enough power to cut down half of the city with ease.

Shielding genus Selene with his extension, Baltoh turned around and acted on inherent aptitude. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he swung his sword and deflected it with the edge, defying all laws of physics and accidently launching it upward. Going straight up, the eruption burned a hole through the street and shot into the sky. Everyone in the street screamed in terror as it continued to rise like a geyser of oil, flying richly above the tallest buildings in less than a second.

With the blast saturating the ambiance with shadow energy, dark storm swarm began swirling around the black pillar. Down on the subway platform, Baltoh was pushing against the attack with his sword, desperately trying to check it from firing upwards. If he tried shifting the angle of his steel and organise it in a different charge, the blast would slam down onto the city like a meat cleaver. In the blink of an eye it would take to change the direction of the bam, a immense cicatrice could be carved straight through several Swedish mile of the metropolis, possibly killing hundreds of hoi polloi. This ray was far more powerful than a pattern Demon's !

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



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

He was leaning against the table with his wings retracted back into his organic structure, in parliamentary procedure to keep from accidently knocking things over. However, they were the entirely facial expression of his appearance that he could transfer. His hook, posterior, and burning halo could not be removed or hidden. Upon Selene's committal to finding answers, Baltoh had finally agreed to talk to her in her flat, though he had to make himself inconspicuous in order to get there without being noticed. outside, the city of New House of York was like an overturned anthill as everyone who had seen or heard of the bam tried to visualise out what it was. There were already scads of news vans around the area of the clap, held back by a line of law policeman while anti-terrorism agents and forensic investigators studied the scene. Outside of the hoop of crew, christian fundamentalists were already preaching that it was the end of the world and the blast was a sign that Judgment Day was at hand. However, after what had happened, no one could quite darned them.

"It's alright, it was my fault. I should get killed him without any difficulty, but for some reasonableness, I just couldn't put my full exertion into it. I gave him the opportunity to bunk when I didn't just skip the combat and finish him off. But it will look at fourth dimension for him to convalesce, and hopefully by the time he is stiff enough to actually do anything, I'll be able to dog 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 information from just his visual aspect."Who are you ?"

"My epithet is Baltoh, which is the Enochian Holy Scripture for ‘ righteousness ’."

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

"Or a lusus naturae ?"she asked, moving her oculus down to the pitch blackness scaly wings.

"I'm both ; half daemon, half Angelica Archangelica, more right than the two of them combined."

genus Selene's center 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 entireness of being, there are three realms ; promised land, this universe, and nether region. In Heaven there are the Angels and Archangels, on Earth there are humankind, and in underworld there Gargoyles and demon. Angels are expire spirits that have sworn their fealty to Jehovah to fight on his behalf against the forces of dark, and Archangels are created by Almighty himself or are the sum of multiple Angels bonded by their unquestionable desire to do upright and fusing together into a superior being devoted to slaying evil.

In blaze, Gargoyles are malicious dark spirits that are born in the Lake of flame through the ire and hatred of multitude on Earth. While they are completely free of factual souls, they are the dwarf par to saint, but when an Angel Falls free fall from the grace of Heaven, it can become a Gargoyle with a person. During events like war or genocides, there is always a monolithic surge in the telephone number of Gargoyles spawned from those negatively charged feel. However, in plaza on solid ground with an unnaturally gamey degree of annoyance and hatred in its history, very decrepit Gargoyles can form, while still being far more powerful than even the cruelest human spirit. virtually often, when you think of demonic monomania and demonic haunting, it is really just mere Gargoyles that are to blame.

ogre are on a unscathed other storey of power from Gargoyles, with the difference being equal to the difference between Angels and Angelica Archangelica. When psyche are in Hell for a long decent point of sentence, they begin to… decompose, as you might say. Their physical structure and thinker break down into ash and they basically cease to exist as animate beings. There are entire plains in Hades of ignominious Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin from the ashen remains of the bones of low souls.

However, there is a peculiar class of ash in that mixture, a component of the human person that is… heavier. It is the shadow of evil that lie within every soul, the swarthiness that drives masses to sin and consecrate criminal offence. Some have more evil in them than others and you know the results they bring. But like hydrogen gas coming together to form a star topology, the crushing weightiness of all the evil deeds and their weight will draw the ponderous molecule of ash together and form a fiend, spawned completely from the malice of evilness souls and lacking even a I human being characteristic former than the desire to torment and destroy."Baltoh explained with a haunting tone. Selene shuddered as she tried to fathom such an unholy creature and the shadow it would set loose.

"The other kind of Demon is a fallen archangel, which means that its powers of illumination are converted into the powerfulness of darkness and they become servants of the Devil. You can tell which daemon were originally Archangels created by Jehovah because they are much more settle down and normalize, being of a unmarried judgement instead of a toxic mixture of C of spirits."

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

"demon are basically fallen Archangels, right ? fountainhead instead of being an Archangel that has fallen, I am a Demon that has risen,"Baltoh answered with more free weight to his words than the declaration of a new reality order.

"You mean you were originally a Demon ?"

Even after all of the things she had seen Baltoh do, after hearing what a daemon truly was, she felt a great amount of awe towards the hybrid and took a step back.

"Originally, yes. I was born through a very unlike and unique mixing of soul, specifically the souls of multitude who committed murder in the name of justice ; police officers, Knight Templar Knights, executioners, patriot, or even simple men killing the bastards that raped their wife or daughters. God Almighty doesn't condone killing between humans, even if it is to slay evil."

He was leaning against the table with his eyes downcast and manpower balled so tightly into fists that blood oozed from his claws digging into his thenar. Selene felt a deep chill in her heart as she heard the pain in Baltoh's vocalism.

"I was once a legion of millions of people, tortured for eons by the minions of the daimon for bringing Justice to the world through violence. We were champion, yet we were cast aside and punished for our deed. Finally, when the amount of ash from crumbled heroes was so great that it dwarfed any early Demon's genesis, I began to form from their hatred. But unlike Demons that form from the hate of life and sparkle, my hatred was directed towards evil itself. That desire to dispatch and kill the military group of duskiness was so powerful that I was capable to come active from the nuisance and hate of the discarded heroes. As far as I know, no Demon has ever been born from nearly as many person as I have, meaning that my power was already unnaturally high.

I remember my parentage clearly : possible action my eyes for the first time oceanic abyss below the ground of the ashen subject field, coughing on the dark soil that filled my lip and lungs, groaning against the crushing insistence on all side. I remember climbing up through layer upon layer of decaying skeleton in the closet, becoming accustomed to my humanoid physical structure and the devil characteristic. I continued to burrow through the ground, and just when I thought I would never escape my earthen grave, my taloned hand broke through the airfoil and I managed to pull myself out.

cough and gagging, I climbed out onto the lightlessness domain of ash, breathing heavily for the first prison term. I looked up, seeing the flaming sky of Hell and the shifting dunes of the ash desert. I then looked at my hands and finally realized that I was a daemon. The second after the realization came, so did the passion and desires of all the human souls that made up my awareness. The desire to destruct evil was so powerful, I felt like I was growing to throw up if I didn't behead a beast of hellhole rectify then and there, but there I was, a livelihood devil ; the very symbol of darkness and iniquity. I was what I despised most."

"So what happened next ?"

Baltoh finally cracked a small smiling and turned away from her."I took my own life history. Sitting in that black sand, filled with so much self-loathing that I could barely breath, I decided to end my existence right then and there. At least in my death, I could put down evil and absent one terror from existence. Raising my hand, I straightened my fingers and plunged my claw into my own philia, ending my life.

Selene, never in the story of universe has a ogre ever committed suicide. By nature, they are too vain and too desperate to nominate others suffer to ever end their own life. Even while being tortured or cursed with ceaseless suffering, they refuse to die in the hope that they can cause misery. But here I was, trying to eliminate my own beingness to that I could at least destroy one art object of evil, even if it was myself. The fact that I was going against nature to such extreme is what allowed me to get what I am.

It was that act that did it ; I remember it so clearly that it was as if it happened this morning. As my perforate heart came to a stop and the last flickers of undeath went out in my brain, there was a wink in my somebody, brighter than a million suns. Through sin, I had achieved merit, the same level of virtue that holy person needed to achieve to become Archangels.

Just as Christ was resurrected three daylight after his expiry, I was resurrected after mine. sanctum DOE flooded my body with the desire to destroy evil playacting as the bridge between swarthiness and light, allowing for a synergistic balance that kept me from being destroyed by the transformation. With the power of both Heaven and Hell pulsing through my venous blood vessel, I slowly got to my feet, transforming every back. I shed my scaly daemon skin for a humanoid soundbox and flesh, grew the wings of an saint above my fiend wings, and gained a halo of Hellfire, all while keeping my claw, tail, fiend wings, and the mightiness of shadower energy.

I stood up with my new body, completely enlightened and worlds apart from daemon and archangel in terms of posture and raw power. As I flexed my digit, a Demon landed behind me, having come to enquire the bright light caused by my resurrection. Upon seeing me, the creature attacked… poor savage. Completely driven by instinct and using less energy than to snap my fingers, I beheaded the Demon with the edge of my hand, moving so fast that he never even saw me.

From that point on, my war against the spawn of netherworld began, and I spent the survive several decades solely in the Demon and Gargoyle baby's room, slaughtering the hellish beasts the second they were spawned and fighting for every second of my biography, appeasing my desire to slay malign and decimating the Devil's armies."

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

"So if you're half Demon and half Archangel, can you combine your major power ?"

"No, I can only use them at the Lapp time. I can mix them so that the two vigour are blended to the head that they look almost like the hide of a zebra, but they forever remain secern forces, just like oil and water. It is inconceivable for Demon free energy and Angel energy to adhesion, they are too paired of each other."

"So why are you here now ?"

Baltoh turned back to her."On the morning of the day I saved you, a fiend and various Gargoyles crossed over into this kingdom without being summoned. This is supposed to be insufferable, as only the military group of Heaven have the power to put down and exit all three plains of existence at will. I'm here to bump out how they were able to do it, what they are doing here, and to massacre them."

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

"Gargoyles and Demons can only hybridise into this world from Hell if they are summoned through some act of human necromancy, like a bunch of goth minor performing a Satanic ritual. The physical process is actually very painful for any shadow that gets caught in it ; it's like bungee jump from a planet through the quill of a volcano. I should know, I was actually caught in them a few times and pulled here against my will. The effect is an apparition with significantly lowered exponent levels, so low that the only actions they can conduct are paranormal case like haunting the home where they were summoned. Given time, they become more than and more powerful, eventually becoming stiff enough to anguish humanity and even leave the office they were summed to.

Every decade or so, the ones who perform such a rite are skilled enough to actually summon a very Demon, and that's when thing get bad. A Gargoyle can possess and even kill the great unwashed in an field, but fiend are able to create born catastrophe and even plagues, like erupting vent, quake, and tsunamis."

"So then does that mean dispossession really work ?"genus Selene asked, tilting her head to one side of meat as she walked around the board 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 superpower of Jehovah to banish a monster back to Hell, it is more like a summoning ritual for Angel Falls, except that it only has to take in their attention, as angel have the power to pass through dimensional barriers. regard yourself lucky that infernal entities are incapable of having that ability. When an exorcism is performed, it is a SOS to the forces in paradise that you need help destroying a demonic entity or evil soul. Making their bodies invisible so that they can't be seen, the angel and even Archangels will get and battle the entity that is being exorcized, eventually destroying it once and for all.

Often times these battles can get extremely violent and destructive, so Angels answering the call of exorcisms always arrive in radical. One or to a greater extent battle the entity or malevolent spirit, others cast a roadblock that instantly repairs anything destroyed in the fight and hiding the effect from outside viewers, and another to protect the ones performing the exorcism and anyone else in the area, always having to cure their wounding and modify their retentiveness. stallion city blocks can be annihilated in one of these fight and people can be so badly wounded that they are brought to the brink of demise. When that happens, the Angels will do everything in their mogul to avoid acknowledgement by the superior general public. They will wipe memories, reconstruct anything destroyed, and even pull wires the media and cyberspace to put down all news report or pictures of the incident.

When it comes to Demons vs. Archangels, the battles are waged using ancient magical spell and incantation that focus the respective Department of Energy of the two fighters. Being a hybrid, I can use both Heaven and netherworld spells."

"But why do the saint make themselves invisible ? Why not show themselves ? And why do they have to change people's memory ?"

"After the death of Christ, Jehovah decreed that Angel Falls and Archangels were to halt all visible actions in the World of the Living. Any actions taken had to be while disguised as human being and without exposing themselves or done while completely unseeable. The forces of Heaven barely ever come to dry land anymore for anything other than answering the birdsong of exorcism.

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

"Do you know why God made that law ?"

"To be good, Jehovah wanted to raise the lack of religion which was born at the number of the 100. After almost two thousand class of war and agony caused by Christianity alone, he decided that the macrocosm would be skillful off in the hands of atheists, as there is no extremism when there is no organized religion. A mankind without religion is a far more peaceful world than one where masses fight over the deity they believe in."

Selene was mum for several second as she tried to recall of another interrogative sentence."If hunting these monster and Gargoyles is giving you so a great deal worry, why don't you just ask the Angel Falls for help ?"

Baltoh sighed."The Angels hate me just as a good deal as the daimon do. I may be half Archangel, but I was also born a Demon and am still one-half of one, not to mention the fact that I am an abomination. Even though I have slain full armies of Demons in my lifetime, they see me as a huge threat that must be destroyed. I have come to terra firma thousands of times before ( as I previously mentioned, a few of them were due to being caught in summoning rituals ), and every sentence I arrive, they try to put down 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 cover that flack better will certainly come back to bite me when they show up, but frankly, I don't ease up a shucks what Lord decreed. I am the sum of millions of people who have been sent to Hell for killing in the gens of Justice. If anything, I blame him for my very existence and consider him my enemy."

More than a bit passed by, in which neither Selene nor Baltoh spoke or even made eye inter-group communication. Looking at Selene in the turning point of his eye, Baltoh was trying to understand what it was about this human that had piqued his curio, while Selene was trying to process everything she had seen, heard, and experienced in the last twenty-four hours.

"Thank you,"Selene finally said.

Baltoh looked up.

"Thank you for saving me finish dark. If hadn't ejaculate, I would have been raped and probably killed."

"I was born out of the desire to hit evil, how could I have allowed such a crime to fall out ?"

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

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

"So you can really do zippo More than hate ?"

"I can't imagine being anything else."

Selene then gained the pocket-size of smiling, so light that it was barely seeable, but not so subtle that Baltoh didn't immediately see it."You care. You didn't just kill those rapists in the back street, you healed my wounds and brought me back to my home. Today in the subway, you spoke kindly to me when I interrupted your fight instead of just knocking me aside, and you even shielded me with your wings."

Baltoh maintained his melancholic face.

"Listen, the fact that you haven't caught these monsters yet means that it will probably take prison term. During that time, if you ever want to take a gap or spill to someone, just come find me."

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

"Of path,"Selene answered, almost excitedly.

"livelihood it with you, and if you are ever in peril, I will sense it and be able-bodied to find you,"he said before becoming intangible and walking through the paries, leaving Selene resting her Kuki on her hand with a dreamy reflexion on her face.



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

She was in the breakout elbow room of her federal agency building, looking in low console for any umber tin so that she could give a newly pot. The prisonbreak elbow room was like any other in the humankind, with a personal line of credit of high gear cabinets and low console against the paries, a small fridge, dingy lighting, a table and a few chairman, a"stainless"sword sump, and a bullshit motivational card that served only to add some people of colour to the beige wall.

mollie was sitting up on the counter like a little kid, curling her hanker blond whisker around her finger. She was both the equal and opposite to Selene, with golden hair, bright blue optic, and blench skin, but she had a fit physique with buxom curves, the gross combination of good genes and countless hours at the gym. She and Selene had been best acquaintance since they were first interns and were closer than sisters.

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

"Jeez, that's a existent disgrace. Everyone's talking about it but there isn't a undivided picture of it anywhere, not on the news, in the papers, or even online. Normally if someone falls off their motorcycle, people have their phones cook to upload it to Youtube before he even hits the ground. And it was almost right in the middle of the city where everyone saw it,"her friend muttered while trying to break a jumbled knot of a few strands of her haircloth.

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

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

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

While the coffee was poured, a balding man with methamphetamine and a magnanimous handlebar moustache stepped into the jailbreak room."gentlewoman, less talking, more typing,"he nagged.

"Just a minute Mr. Reed,"molly said with a smiling that was as fake as a politician's hope.

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

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



Coffee cup in deal, Selene returned to her cubicle and sat behind her desk. Typing away on her computer, she tried to save her mind focused on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Baltoh and her purse, which had his feather stitched into the incline, something which Molly had joked about being so out of style that she might as well just predict her pocketbook a satchel.

After everything she had seen and heard, it was natural for her to query her current living. After learning that Heaven, Hell, Angels, devil, and even the God and Devil existed, was it really unusual to think she had seen too much to just go back to her boring job ? Now she wanted to get involved, she wanted to know more, she wanted to take function in Baltoh's conflict against the monster and just do something that would let her know that she had a place in the liberal world.

Putting her purse on her desk so that she could at least hold back her eyes on the plumage, she eventually managed to get some genuine work done.



Baltoh stood on the cap of a skyscraper, completely invisible as he gazed out at the city and tried to sense the vigor signatures of Abaddon or any of the Gargoyles. Unlike in sin, the dreary liveliness were keeping their ability hidden to avoid detection, making it next to impossible for Baltoh to pluck them up. As he scanned the concrete jungle below, a bright mainstay of sparkle shown down from the sky like a beam of sunlight piercing a layer of blockheaded clouds.

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

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

The news of the assertion carried a weightiness and forbidding pure tone that no other linguistic process held, as it was the language of the infernal region ; Hellscript, a dialect of Latin and a configuration of speaking that was very dangerous to humans. If spoken in the general public, every mortal within earshot would be brought to their knees by crippling malady. Speaking entire phrases like Baltoh had just done would cause them to throw up and begin bleeding from their back talk, nose, and even ears and centre.

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

The Angelica Archangelica's dress greatly resembled Baltoh's, as he wore boots, loose-fitting trouser, a sash, and a vest over their long-sleeve shirts. The simply differences were that his apparel were as egg white as his feathers, he didn't have a hoodlum, and he didn't have a pair of shackles on his carpus, though his did own the rosary bead chemical chain. His complexion was practically tan than Baltoh's grey shin quality, and he lacked pincer, a tail, and of row, a couple of Demon fender. His ears were pointed and he had a single line of credit of red wavy tomentum going across his brain like a Mohawk.

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

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

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

"You should count yourself favourable that I decided to be charitable and not assault 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 tycoon is human beings apart from yours. Unlike you, I walk between both worlds of light and swarthiness, making me far stronger than you could ever hope to be. Know your office, Archangel."

"Your arrogance is truly that of a monster, 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 wretchedness. You have caused catastrophic damage to the urban center without even eliminating all vestige of your creation and feature even socialized and murdered humans. This is a criminal offence of the eminent order !"Michael thundered, swinging his arm.

"The police force of Jehovah mean nothing to me. Your world-beater is a apathetic jester, at least I do skillful in this world. He doesn't even try to punish me for these"crime"of mine, so either he truly doesn't tutelage about Earth or he is afraid of my power."

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

There was a hopeful flash of light from his medal and a broadsword materialized in his grip. The grip was of twisted gold wire with a deep red pommel, the bronze guard was shaped and engraved to look like a pair of backer wings, and the brand was superlative ash gray but stronger than steel.

"Say one to a greater extent word, and I will cut you down here and now ! The Demon and Gargoyles can wait, but your death is long overdue !"

At the cite of Abaddon and his minions, Baltoh condescendingly clicked his clapper and turned around."Go back to your swarm kingdom, Michael. The place is the business organization of inferno inhabitants only. If you want to get involved, do it on your own meter when I don't have to be called up."

"The site is truly serious, you know that better than anyone. This clip, paradise can not afford to stay out of the fix,"Michael argued, lowering his blade and softening his tone.

"I grow tired of this conversation Archangel. Leave 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 urban center, with a marble-sized heavens of glum energy crackle at the tip of the claw of his index finger finger's breadth."Then I'll fire a Dark pulse rate straight into the city and obliterate the next three miles of buildings."

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

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

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



Abaddon was sitting on a Boulder in a cavern deep below the metropolis with his remaining Gargoyles around him like loyal hound. Whimpering in reverence and annoyance was a fille at his feet, XVIII days old with auburn hair and pale skin. She had her hand wrapped around her articulatio talocruralis, trying to stop the bleeding from her discerp Achilles tendons. Abaddon had cut them to cripple her and keep her from running play, and he had threatened to cut off her script if she tried to grovel away.

The sadistic beast had recovered from his engagement with Baltoh but was still severely weakened, even after raping and devouring some homeless the great unwashed. In forepart of him, a low jiffy of red light popped about two meters above the ground and held its form as a burning sphere.

The sphere trembled as a claw-like point protruded from the side. The sphere slowly expanded, allowing for another bony point to unveil itself. The two claws pushed against the position of the vault of heaven in opposite management, slowly stretching it into a two-dimensional pall, less than a foot long, and slowly showing Sir Thomas More of their real sizing. As the blob-like curtain was expanded, more hook-like nipper were reaching out of the torrid depth of the low reflexion, latching themselves onto the edges of reality and pushing it, basically clamping onto the torn border between Earth and inferno itself.

At a meter in diam, the Interior Department of the fiery curtain seemingly fell away, revealing a burning tunnel with nigrify fog pouring out. The claw that were hooked around the edge of the portal were the size of it of tree logs, and with each open infinite that formed by stretching the portal vein, another claw would reach out and latch onto the edge, helping to extend the doorway.

Finally, when the portal vein was about seven feet in diameter, a fiend leapt out, landing the floor and gasping for breathing spell. The Demon looked remarkably similar to Abaddon, with the Lapp humanoid-Gargoyle soundbox and characteristics, only he didn't have hair and his pervert hooter were more like the automobile horn of a bull than a goat like Abaddon. Like the Demon, he wore a medieval-style skirt of armor plates and had a metal shackle on each wrist.

"shit you, you could have at to the lowest degree helped me. That was barely better than being summoned,"the Demon snarled at Abaddon as he tried to get on his feet.

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

"Or was it that you were just too weak 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 celebrate that traitor off my back. I have a job to do and I can't do it if he'll swoop in out of nowhere and slice off my head."

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

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

"Well have you at least picked your targets ?"

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

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

"Hold on, I don't want us to commence this mission on the wrong foot,"Abaddon said with a smile as he picked up the girl on the priming by the dorsum of her shirt and threw her like a discarded coat. Rimmon caught her by the wrist and grinned, taking great pleasure in the way she cried as he dug his claw into her flaccid flesh.

"These keep humans are so much more than pure and intolerant to ail than the prisoners in Hell, their screeching of agony and humiliation are like music. Torturing this one little girl will give you as practically energy as eating five. She's a niggling gift to help you regain some strength."

Rimmon laughed as well, dropping the fille 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 little girl again, knocking her across the cavern storey. The scared sobbing victim desperately tried to crawl away with her tears practically pouring onto the floor, but was stopped and gave a agonizing screech as Rimmon slashed her across the back with his claw, licking the blood 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 barbarous laugh and crouched down over her, grabbing her pilus and pulling her head word back."You will die, but when I'm through with you, you'll be begging for last,"he hissed in her ear before licking the tears off her typeface with his long double tongue.

The girlfriend gave another sore howler as he slashed her across the ass, literally carving off her skirt and scanty. Her lily-white posterior was now wet with blood from five cryptical slash. Wrapping his tail around her waist, Rimmon lifted the girl up onto her hands and human knee as he removed his peter, which was inhumanly heavy and ridged like a cactus without quills.

"Please no, please no no no !"the girl begged, pulling on the terra firma to try and get away.

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

Rimmon positioned himself behind her with the briery head of his spiny cock pressed against the untasted back talk of her cunt. Grabbing her by the hips and digging into her flesh with his claws, Rimmon forced his member all the way into her in a exclusive cruel shove.

As the serrated phallus tore through the young lady's Virgo bitch and completely shredded her virginal membrane, she screamed so loud in infliction and abasement that the Gargoyles in the cave growled in vexation instead of joy. Rimmon groaned in wickedness walking on air as he let his cock become accustomed to the softness of the woman's cunt. blood line was trickling in a steady stream, but it wasn't just from her hymen. Hung like a horse, barbed like a harpoon, and ridged like a man spine, Rimmon's prick had ripped apart her interior, opening up multiple lacerations. Add in the fact that an aim of that size moving through such a minor and tight opening is like using a air hammer for a surgical surgical incision, and she had basically just experienced giving birth to a nearly grownup lobster, but reversed. Also, add in just the mental strain of what was passing through the lady friend's judgment as that happened and of the situation, and it's hard to decide whether the mental annoyance was the sterling or forcible pain.

Licking his rim, the devil pulled out of his victim, forcing her to cry out just as forte and tearfully as when he deflowered her, due to the barb at the head and ridges scraping against the bleeding cuts. The dribble of blood turned into a gushing pour as Rimmon pulled out, to which he caught a palm-full of it with his cupped hand and drank it like it was elixir of eonian youth. With his grip on his torture slave tightened, Rimmon forced his cock back into her animalize kitty-cat. This time, the girl did not shriek in agony or humiliation, as she was too busy 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 gracious and easy ( or ripped open like an old shoe ), Rimmon began moving back and Forth, pumping her with his bulging penis. The lady friend was facedown in the puddle of her barf, sobbing uncontrollably at the abyssal torture that was burning inside her from the shank. The only way she could describe the notion was that it was like getting probed by a chainsaw, and in her brain, the tormenting thoughts of her bump off family, her stolen virginity, her defiled purity, her tainted self-esteem, and her subjugated naked hemorrhage eubstance played like a horror pic that she could not reckon away from.

The overrefinement victim's only backup man came from the fact that she would soon be dead, that the incredible blood departure was making her delirious, and that her entire down in the mouth body had been so heavily damaged that her nerves were only half functioning.

After twenty min of the savage distortion, Rimmon finally pulled out of his vernal dupe, who was nearly catatonic. The womanhood's pussy was far beyond gaping, as the rape had been so beastly and heavily that it had broken her pelvic arch, ripped her open, and shredded the physique inside like dope under a weed whacker. Her pussy looked like a grenade had just detonated inside of it. Not to refer the fact that she would never take the air again even if she lived. She lied there like a limp ragdoll, her rima oris open, her middle glazed over, and her mind almost completely shut out down.

sensing life still in her, Rimmon pulled her by her hair over to him and forced his peter into her voiced mouth. As if woken up from a bad dream, the girl suddenly became wild and tried to labor the Demon away, but could not free herself or take out the phallus that was completely filling her throat. She gagged and screamed as the pain from her harm came back, prompting her to throw up with Rimmon's dick still in her mouth and throat.

Rimmon gripped her head and looked up, snarling like an angry lion as he finally came, launching almost half a pint of semen into the girl's esophagus. The brutalize girl gave one final exam screaming as the acidic gunk began to cauterise through her song cords, but quickly became silent as her arteries and spinal cord were the next to go. With her promontory being severed from her physical structure, Rimmon dismounted her brass and wiped the regurgitation off his turncock, chuckling to himself as he tried to conceive back to the live on metre he had such a groovy fuck. Redressing in the Roman soldier-like dame of armor home base that all demon wore, he turned around as Abaddon returned, dragging some dead masses and a few support ones.

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

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





Chapter 3



The day was warmly and sunny as common, with the sun retaining its king and prestige even as rush over was brought through its day-after-day nascence. On wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the covetousness that had bankrupted the land. Their cries doubled in volume and drive as the stockbrokers CEO rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of treasure search.

No one paid any aid to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hand. What people didn't see was the rag sticking out of the snout. The man stepped up to the picket origin set up by police, gazing at the elevator car passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man's soulfulness growled as it saw the perfect target.

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

Giving up on being able to illumine his cigar, he closed the nil, just as the Perm Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The windowpane had held back the detonation, but the man's last was not necessity. The street was already erupting into complete topsy-turvydom as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating people at random.



A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic nervus facialis twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human eubstance. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the James Cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the circular for his lunch. No tip had been left seat, only a note saying that servants should determine to bring food faster.

It was a low move, one that really cause any terms. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the net and igniting massive infernos of anger and resentment. Similar eminence were being left across the urban center as the hate grew like thorny vines.



The damp night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and cleaning woman scrawled huge messages on world surfaces in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The content were things like ‘ GOD hatred FAGS ’, ‘ extolment ALLAH ’, ‘ THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION ’, ‘ IT'S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER theater ’, and there were even to a greater extent than a few swastikas.



scandal boiled in the city with the rising sun as masses would take the air to their automobile and see that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the prey of this vandalism, both Democrat and republican. As people struggled to get to form, the vast cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.



genus Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her billet, having caught the audio of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her paw on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in silence voices by the fridge.

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

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

"I just heard it now on the wireless. police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the day care center, and when they arrived, half of the children were dead and the other half were missing !"

Selene's blood felt like common cold mercury in her veins.

"rip covered the walls and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed ! The police are tearing the city apart to incur the children that were taken ! I can't even imagine what they've been forced to suffer, those pitiful shaver !"



A candlelight watch was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in front line of City residence hall, with hoi polloi praying for the safety device of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the metropolis, the office was already getting external care. Completely unaware of the personnel at work, the people prayed while the monster and Gargoyles worked.



Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to collapse it like an empty beer can. Sword in helping hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disembowel corpses of the abduct children. Already a large pool of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered organic structure. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave screeching of terror, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.

"Angel Art : Ultimate Penitence !"

Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two magnanimous wooden crosses on the Gargoyle's spinal column, each to a greater extent than twice as big as the Gargoyle's trunk. The Hell-spawn animal were instantly slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the paving material, and even though the giant crosses were only laying on them like fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the soberness acting on their eubstance had been multiplied to the point where their infernal bones were about to snap.

"combat against it all you want, but you can not get the better of 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 middle. It was almost midnight and he was trying to figure out what was going on in his city. Everything seemed to be falling apart and he didn't know why. It had all started with that sinister geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a exclusive painting or video of it could be found, which was as cryptical as the geyser itself.

A belt on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help sort the kettle of fish out."Mr. Mayor, you're going to need to come see this."

Gabriel followed the youth man outside, where respective employees of the City Radclyffe Hall that were working through the nighttime, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officeholder, were standing around a van-sized pile of weather sheet of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.

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

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

"My god, they're all American English iris,"another policeman said, shining his torch on the pile.

Standing on the steps of City Hall, completely indiscernible by the human being, Abaddon gave a cryptical jape as he held out his mitt. With a snapshot of his fingers, the intact pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to stick out back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.



One by one, the pillars of human being civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire initiation of company to collapse.



Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked physical structure and the probability to kip in. Her cat was curled up adjacent to her, but without admonition, it bolted up and jumped onto her back, refusing to lay or sit down.

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

A shadow shifted across her human face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended external and his tail curling and swishing behind him."skilful daybreak,"he said with no expression.

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

"I wanted to check in on you. I haven't been so preoccupied with my hunt that I haven't noticed that this urban center is being turned upside down, and I wanted to name sure you weren't in risk or anything."

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

Selene was wearing nothing but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to obtain in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her defenseless physical structure, Baltoh could experience a very substantial sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet red-hot figure. As usual, the forte of these intuitive feeling of drawing card welling up within him was rivaled only by the metier of his peculiarity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a nearly 90º Angle to pull a pair of jean out of the humiliated draftsman, granting the Demon-Archangel loanblend a jaw-dropping opinion of her perfectly sculpted seat.

Baltoh's breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her wide-cut yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian exotic dancer to disgrace and could bounce a poop across the elbow room. Her black-market lacing flip-flop was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid's eye travel across every in of her cinnamon-shade hide, genus Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a couplet of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jean with the waistband being dragged tightly against the spine of her legs, the way a Henry Clay sculptor would drag a string across her foundation in progression to form it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the vertebral column of her thighs with her ass resting on the girdle, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to thrash his lip and restrain his equanimity as his rushing roue began to enlarge his cock.

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

Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a tank top in script, she turned back to him."Well you've already seen me naked, so there is no intellect to be discrete,"she defended while raising her subdivision to drop off on the top.

Baltoh instantly felt his stopcock stir as her white meat seemed to expound with the duplicate summit of her weaponry."So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching."

The white tank top came down over her white meat, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her drumhead from side to side, straightening out her farseeing pilus."felicitous ?"she asked with a wry smile.

Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the door."seed on in before someone calls the police about a man with a nates and four annexe watching citizenry from their ardour escape."

While it wasn't a smile, Baltoh's expression lightened and he stepped into the way, number 1 retracting his fender back into his dead body and wrapping his hanker tail around his shank. As he stepped through the doorway of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.

"What ?"he asked, noticing her gaze.

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

"Don't worry, the anchor ring is mostly just a symbolical semblance of my Archangel status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the public around me, but otherwise, it's basically made solely of light, see ?"

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

"So tell me, do you bear any retentiveness of the people that you once were ? You seem to understand cultural source just finely,"she asked while setting up the chocolate God Almighty.

Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and ledge."I do, but not as many as you think. By the metre soul in perdition collapse to dot, they've already undergone so much overrefinement that they've been driven insane and don't even know who they are. Most of the remembering I get are of mass's patterns in their daily life, like their discernment and views of their culture. While I don't retrieve 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 man comes from first-hand experience. I've come to Earth tens of grand of times to get away from underworld when I am overcome and last is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might think, I am far from being the top of the solid food chain."

"Well what personal memories do you induce ?"she asked, taking two mug out of one of her kitchen cabinet while the umber pot slowly began to fill.

"I remember fighting the Hellenic language that sought to raze the city of troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th C Anatole France and decollate outlaw, and I remember serving as a sheriff in the old Rebecca West, among other things."

"That's incredible !"

Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.

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

"clock time in Hell move at a much faster footstep than in the human world, a ace day here is an intact year there. It's intemperately to distinguish just how old I am as Scheol has no season or yearly modification, but due to the date here, I would say that I'm over 40,000 Hell-years old."

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

"No thanks, I don't eat or boozing. fiend and Gargoyles can eat homo bod in order to regain their persuasiveness, but Angels and Archangels do not command alimentation. In fact, we never have to"exempt ourselves"because naught ever passes through our systems.

Scheol is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the figure ‘ Hell'denotes both the entire kingdom and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic feeling is a single major planet in evacuate space. 95 % of the planet Hell covered by a sea of ardour that burns for all eternity, but there is a place known as the isle of the Damned. It's the only landmass in all of blaze so it's the only post with sole occupant, and it serves as the entryway the major planet, where most of the stuff goes on.

The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of captive and different form of penalisation. The zona are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sin, but by former factors and geographic ingredient. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my opposition don't have that trait. Even in Hell, organism with Angel or Demon energy are someone, meaning that I'm not just killing the Lapplander opponent over and over again."

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

"Generally, but there are also the dupe of setting and those who meant to do dependable. Suicide victims, Hero that have committed murder to get Justice Department, and even people who committed crimes completely by accident. Unfortunately, the bulk of the hoi polloi in perdition are there only because of diminished infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins."

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

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

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

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

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

"I do have a go at it that my enemy are causing it. I've been investigating the scenes of these commotion and I always find the faint odour of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to resurrect stress and suit chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no longer requires their involvement.

You'll probably see this on the news, but a charwoman just threw a flaming bottleful of gasoline into a mosque while it was broad of people. I got there moments 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 biography. It's being seen everywhere : religious fiend are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn't follow their strict and discriminatory horizon ( I'll probably down them later ), new protest group are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I've already found three utter bodies."

Selene stirred uncomfortably at the mention of murder."Are you really leave to shoot down that easily ?"

Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the street corner of his eye and stood up."I'm not a serial murderer that takes the lifetime of inexperienced person masses. My gens means"righteousness"in the spoken communication of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of billion of wedge. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to have hurt and wee-wee others suffer, I use my hatred to end the harassment they inflict and bring the Department of Justice that must rule. Hatred is like fervidness, in that it can demolish all in its path, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust."

Selene regained her smile and her eyes were filled with esteem, sparkling like gems so beautifully that Baltoh could not look away from them.

"To be honest, I have no clue what the fiend are up to. I don't know if they're causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movements while they bring some plan to fruition. I can't trail them when they possess humankind, so unless they actually use their mightiness with decent energy for me to feel or their man master of ceremonies are caught within the ritual of an exorcism, I can't encounter them."

"So what are you going to do ?"

"I have to wait, postponement for one of them to break themselves or wait until I can describe a potential traffic pattern and predict where they will strike so that I can bewitch them."

He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in genus Selene's heart."Listen, I have a feeling that affair are going to uphold to intensify. These acts of vehemence and vandalism are now occurring without the demon'influence, and this fervency is just going to stay fresh growing unless I can discontinue them. If I can't find them soon and matter go from bad to worse, I want you to go forth New House of York until I can get the billet under control."

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

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

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

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

Selene laughed."My parents still keep my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to mention laurels from other school radical. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to equilibrate prep, mutation, school clubs, and a mixer life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the substantial and improve I became. I was like a tongue ; 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 boob of your life story ?"Baltoh asked, becoming more and more well-situated and lighthearted.

Selene's smiling grew minuscule, but did not disappear."I could never witness a guy who challenged me enough, mortal interesting enough. I've had partner off young man in my life sentence, but as you can see, they didn't go. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could expend my life trying to climb like a cliff fount or translate like a book written in Latin."

She then leaned over the table with her mentum resting on her script."I wish I could regress these interrogative sentence. You've spent your all life sentence fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven't lived like a steady person, and I don't want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don't feel like I'm really asking about you, and who you really are. You're so strange,"she huffed, while maintaining her belittled grinning.

Baltoh rested his Kuki-Chin on his deal the same way, looking into her eyes."What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don't need a past to have a future tense, you only want a present from which that future can grow."

"What lies in your hereafter ?"

"I'm not sure."

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

"Unlikely."

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

After the words passed her lips, the human and the loan-blend both became silent, staring into each other's eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measurement so minuscule that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their brim parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.

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

"I should go, I have to find those daimon before things get out of manus,"Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his flank.

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

Baltoh mirrored the grin on his own lips.

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

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

"Well now, isn't this a queer turn of events ?"he said to himself before disappearing once again.



Selene and mollie were sitting on a terrace in the common, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking gondola could be heard in the metropolis, but the commons itself was almost completely still. The island in the paving sea was bustling with the great unwashed, all trying to enjoy the skillful weather condition before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.

"I had the nappy dream last night…"Molly hummed as both cleaning woman leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to plume up as much sun as possible like a pair of dozing cats.

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

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

"molly, we agreed never to verbalise about that dark, retrieve ?"she hissed.

"Hey, you seemed more than than willing and happy at the time."

"Yeah, because we were both drunk. think of 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 interest in my sex dream just a mo ago ? The idea that I'm doing something kinky turns you on, doesn't it ?"

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

"Then why are you blushing ?"

genus 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 collage of retentivity in her mind, and those retentivity were beginning to make her wake. Already she could sense her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn't take long for her resoluteness to finally go against 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 spectacular stagger. This was the lastly time they would set aside spirits, and for good reason. The berth party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the eventide and genus Selene had probably the high. Bored and More than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn't anyone interesting to tattle to. She had already wandered around nearly of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.

Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed's place doorway, hoping she wouldn't hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their despicable chief. She did not see the moans or soma applause of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, genus Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her foreman'chairman, her blouse open with her weapon system across her bare breasts, her flip-flop and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs ( but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn't really be confirmed ).

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

"Selene, close the threshold !"

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

Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pinko dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off."I was bored as the pits, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most well-fixed electric chair. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober decent to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard."

Selene was completely unaffected by the mountain of her friend's lily-white D-cup bosom, landing strip-flat belly, unruffled second joint, and wet shaved pussy, and Molly seemed literally spread out to showing her everything. Without alcoholic drink in the equation, this conversation wouldn't even be happening, but with them practically burping fermentation alcohol, neither were exactly"thinking clearly ”.

"Normally it takes a patch 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 implements of war are exhausted."

Selene was mute, letting her eyes wander around the place before inevitably coming back to her discharge cup.

"Hey, could you facilitate 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 protagonist replied with a girlish giggle.

Crossing her pegleg, genus Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at storey metre. Molly spread her pegleg and only now did Selene appear a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.

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

mollie handed her the vibrator."I just need you to go this in me, just like a nooky machine. You don't need to do anything else. It's just a simpleton favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just help me get off, it's not like I'll Tell anybody about this. Come on, you would help me paint my kitchen, wouldn't you ?"

Squeamish but unforced, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her power finger and thumb. She looked back and Forth at the toy and the spread lip of her protagonist's slit, thirsty for pleasure. A constituent of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘ eh, why not ’. Deciding that this was just a favour for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blond inebriate instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the slick human body of her moist interior. The strait of the sexual call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to impress the toy back and forth in her friend.

As she moved the toy like a Walter Piston in molly, the sweet juices of her bit ran down the dildo and soaked Selene's digit. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hired hand, she could feel herself beginning to bask the act as well. The contorted saying of pleasance on Molly's beautiful expression, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her nipple, her straight tummy rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on show.

Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the gratifying look of her protagonist's pussy was making her body shiver with heating system and upheaval. True, she had never felt any sort of attractor to women, at to the lowest degree no more than a flimsy wonder like everyone else had, but she had always felt a mite or arousal when Molly bent over to blame something up or was showing a particularly ample measure of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the philharmonic of mollie's moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own slit wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her wide-cut hand and was working it in her champion with rapid speed, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.

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

Trembling from the arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring mollie, Selene was just about to get back on her base, but froze in cushion as her Quaker ran her tongue up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.

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

"Of course, I am delicious !"

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

Selene's whole body became fixed as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her git from the sinfulness of her friend's flavor. She tried to pull away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to wet-nurse it. mollie truly was a dominating inebriate, but even with rip rolling down her face from the penalisation of her pharynx, Selene was too wassail to finger anything but joy at the delectable oil from mollie's pussy.

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

"Want some more ?"

Selene nodded, feeling her intimate desires gaining inactivity. With a grinning, Molly got down on her knee and began working the dildo in her slit, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while genus Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde's essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another stratum of fluid, then held it up and the two woman began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to cope with. At first it was the slightest inadvertent touches, then twine of saliva could be seen stretched between their rim, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this power point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of delight between her legs to continue.

The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the hotness they were feeling. With a smiling, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her men on Selene's shoulders, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing aught but her high heels.

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

She leaned down and pressed her sassing against Selene's, slipping her lingua into her friend's mouth and letting their saliva mix. With their blushful lipstick shades blending together, Molly grasped genus Selene's bridge player and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the inebriant, Selene got the content and inserted her fingers into the wet gap, tickling Molly's scratch and restarting her like an engine.

Supporting herself with one deal, mollie pulled off Selene's wench and scanty with the early, revealing her own snatch, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her groan in pleasure through their endless candy kiss. Both cleaning woman began moving as mirror epitome, fingering each former while their spit basically formed a double helix. After a hour of petting, mollie sat up and unwrap Selene's blouse and bra, humming in arousal as genus Selene's melon-sized jug burst free from their cloth prison. Molly moved up past Selene's head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each early's bosom in line with their faces.

"Come on, suck on them,"mollie said coyly as her tumid nipples hung just inches above Selene's face.

Curious, submissive, and horny as perdition, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly's teat, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in forcible seventh heaven, but in the noesis that she had bent genus Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her forefront and painted genus Selene's ring of color with her clapper, taking incredible gratification in the appreciation and feel of her gentle flesh.

For respective instant, the two women sucked on each other's tits like leaches, practically leaving hickey on their pointing nipples. With a coy grin, mollie finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect tense ass above Selene's face.

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

outset pulling her long blonde hairsbreadth out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her spit through the quaggy entranceway to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the enterprisingness, Selene raised her principal and buried her face in Molly's sodding ass. Having never done such a matter before, Selene didn't quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old beau had done to please her as molly's politic ass cheeks were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.

Gorging herself on Selene's wet pussy, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delicious drib of the adult female's fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bit. Beneath her, genus Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring mollie, moving her tongue inside her supporter the Saame way that mollie was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of pleasure in not just the tone of the hot wet cunt resting on her facial expression, but the kinky excitement making her whole body buzz at the softness of those delectable pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her aphrodisiac friend.

With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her moan through Molly's ass. She turned on the toy, making it stir and rumble in genus Selene and using it to quarter forth more kitty juice to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the cleaning lady's moans of delight and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene's oils. Licking her smiling rim, molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on genus Selene's face so that she was almost completely enshroud between her friend's curvaceous ass impudence. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and Forth River in Selene and making her spread her legs wide, pointing her heights dog at the ceiling.

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

Beneath her, genus Selene was desperately trying to take hold of her intimation between slurps, but Molly's naked frame was covering her fount every second. mollie finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her grab and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene's fount back between her toned ass.

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

Selene obeyed with aroused agitation, pushing her natural language as far into Molly's asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of Shangri-la. molly gripped her breasts until the blench peel turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene's soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. drunkard as she was, genus Selene couldn't really taste anything, though her mind and her internal secretion were screaming that it was addictively yummy and her massaged kitty backtalk wanted the joy to never end, not to name that molly's cushy bland ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her dedicated effort were driving Molly insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.

After almost five minutes, molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bent down, licking her human face clean like a dog licking a bemire photographic plate. genus Selene had a drunken smile on her facial expression as molly's lingua ran up her face.

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

Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a endorsement course of delicious twat. genus Selene moved up over mollie's expression, but in the reverse direction when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her Down and making her lick her snatch. The bit molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender lips as mollie's tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible joy being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling molly's breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a minuscule screen background feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the wax softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of Nepeta cataria.

While she gorged on herself on Selene's burden, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her leg. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in exaltation, for the opinion of the toy shaking every ace centimeter of moist shape in her snatch and the soft deliciousness of genus Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, genus Selene craved more from Molly ; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her berth, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the message and practically dove into Selene's tight prick, flirting her knife in and out of her anus while relishing the womanishness of Selene's firm rear.

"Oh, that feels so dependable. maintain defeat, retain licking it,"Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juice, while trying not to fall down off rest.

She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against mollie's face while the blond nymphomaniacal practically slobbered on her asshole. Before long, genus Selene's thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount Molly's jiggling natural language. Like Molly had done, genus Selene bent down and licked her friend's face like an ice ointment cone.

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

Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so molly took the go-ahead. Nearly scraping Selene with her high up bounder in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two womanhood's branch. Very gently, the unruffled backtalk of their kitty kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.

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

Smiling and licking their sass, the two beauties began rubbing against each early, letting their snatch lips aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their groan reached new stage of loudness and musical note as the fuzziness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. ripple traversed their glazed still consistence as their second joint clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual candy kiss. As their eubstance moved in calendar method of birth control, they each reached out and massage each other's breasts, rubbing their medallion against each other's nipples.

The two lulu continued like this for several minutes until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussies were as soaked as dish poriferan, covering each other and exchanging their succulent succus, without ever breaking their wet buss. The two cleaning lady lied back, panting like dogs in the summer from their exertion. Their body were both covered in a glistening motion picture of perspiration, spit, and vaginal succus, catching the light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.

Catching her breather first, Molly sat up and swathed her handwriting in the wet mix between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the outpouring of young person. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene's belly and tickling her naval with her natural language. She continued to move up, licking the stew off Selene's yummy breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking backtalk with her and licking the inside of her sass. The sensual osculation revived Selene, and she could finally palpate 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 naked organic structure, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.

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



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

genus Selene didn't reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn't taken her long after the political party to recall 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 fling, 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 go through. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her legs, genus Selene often found that her honorable sexual climax when memories of eating out Molly slipped into her fancy. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the groovy new experiences in her life-time, one of her personal favorite"challenges ”.

This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained comfortably friend. As a good deal as she denied it, in her subconscious mind, the only grounds why she never took molly up on her intimate offers was because she didn't want to rarify their friendly relationship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, genus Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some place from Molly so that she could clear her mind.

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



Abaddon and Rimmon stood in nominal head of the daycare center from which they had killed one-half of the children and taken the quietus to be tortured and devoured later. The pavement was blanketed in lit candle, note of hand, and photos of the dead and missing children, while the street was covered in methamphetamine hydrochloride and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a farce could necessitate stead and what kind of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their consistency invisible to keep the lighter from affecting them.

Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a pantomime and licked his lips."Yes, it's so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and ramp that each breathing time is euphoric. Attacking the children was a wise move, as now the human being of this city are close to rioting from awe for themselves and their loved ace and anger that this was allowed to take place. I don't know which is more scrumptious, the chassis and blood of those children or the response it caused."

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

"If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human humans. However, with my major power at its maximum level and this city acting as the consummate breeding land of spitefulness and suffering, the only way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few delicious humans,"he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his branch tongue.

"Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your superpower during the ritual. I'll keep him off your back while it happens, just make 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 man. 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 lop helping hand."The profligate of a child, for a little extra luck,"he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hired man and forming a small red puddle on the ground.

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

Baltoh's head perked up as a dark sensory faculty of boding passed through his creative thinker."So, you finally make your relocation, huh ?"

Spreading his wings, he leapt off the cap of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the saturnine world power levels he was sensing.



A howling breaking wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the folderol in the street as well as the monument pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diameter with the two daimon at the very edge. total darkness lightning crackled above the membrane and a bombastic shadow could be seen underneath the burning vitreous surface.

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

"Great, another one,"the hybrid muttered.

On the former end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and char were dressed in white monastic gown and looked to be in their betimes thirties.

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

"I'm not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interest fight."He cackled, holding out his weapon system to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrists as two vane of pitch-black steel burst out of the rear of his mitt, parallel of latitude with his weaponry and each protruding More than a foot past his fingertips.

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

With a swing of his sword, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to muster a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would comprehend only about a hundred metrical unit, but in this lawsuit, the illusionary dome had a r of a full kilometer.

Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the ogre blocked his attack with one of his blades and aimed his absolve bridge player at Michael."Demon Art : Dark impulse !"

A colossal pore beam of fiend free 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 battle cry, Michael raised his brand and used it to cut through the blast. The denial brought him to a short stop, but with his blade, he was able-bodied to dissever the beam and half and deflect them.

The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering clap, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to labor through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the loanblend delivered a devastating kick to the demon's gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the perfervid tissue layer that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.

Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and break the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal thrust. Baltoh deflected the brand with one of his chela and was about to counter with a knife thrust from his stinger-like tail, but the clangour was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a devastating spell.

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

Before Baltoh's attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flame, slamming into them with to a greater extent ability than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. Thick clouds of rubble and heater billowed from the edifice that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the dim flames.

With a mighty flap of his wings, Rimmon zoomed across the course of destruction and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his leaf blade. An inconspicuous shockwave suddenly cleared the rubble cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon's blade with their swords.

The moment of unity between the Archangel and loan-blend 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 fingerbreadth at him."Angel Art : deity Ray !"

The stallion street was lit up as a wide but focalize golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the Demon as the equal and opponent of the Dark heartbeat spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh's aid was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the blast with his Demon wing. Sparks flickered off the open of the steel-like membrane from the smasher of the sword, leaving Baltoh whole.

Before the loan-blend could avenge, Michael placed his handwriting on his foe's wing and shouted a tour."Gastagen Nantsa : Ne Cortaxo Inor !"‘ holy man Art : holy place thunder Roar !'

In a blinding flash, 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 construction next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deport another blast, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael's chest and sending a splatter of blood across the wreckage of the edifice around them.

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

In a snag endorse, the integral city block was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a gilt blowup, so sinewy that it shook the city of New House of York and formed a mushroom-shaped cloud swarm. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep back his direction on the summoning ritual while the ten saint that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to preserve the roadblock from shattering under the aggregate business leader of the three fighters.



genus Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the front man of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh's rising power horizontal surface. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go find him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a combat. She just had to look and have faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.



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

Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen written matter of the ring of gilt Christ Within, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a thunder, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the anchor ring of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and loan-blend.

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

stretch like rubber, his tail extended to respective times its own duration and gained a metallic lastingness while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his can wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The closed chain of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in buildings and even downing a few street posts.

The fight had now moved, and the loanblend, Archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to actuate the roadblock to continue the engagement from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of hoi polloi in the battlefield and repair the damage. Already, the angel had removed half of the people in the arena, and none of them would call up a affair. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from Heaven to crush such a gamey spirit level of destruction.

Before Michael could launch another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a down cleave of his sword. With his superior big businessman, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the priming with the edges of their steel screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one script, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him."Angel Falls Art : Blessed Lightning !"

A deep fling boxed everyone's ears as a impart bolt of golden energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a directly centering. It was not genuine electric lightning, but it had similar speed and power.

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

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

"Angel Art : Enlightenment Flash !"

In a blinding display of radiance, every feather on Michael's backstage lit up like a miniature 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 pang. Just like before, the blade bounced off the open of his wings with little more than a transient shower of sparks.

Baltoh opened his backstage once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the pharynx. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to respond before Baltoh slammed him down into the centre of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse match to that of an quake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a deep crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass in pulverization, filling the air like rubble. Michael's eye rolled back into his head and he lost awareness from the bother of the impact, but such a setback would only ping him out for a very brief clock time.

Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to pass water a lethal bang. Without any effort, he swung his brand and knocked the blades aside the blink of an eye the demon came in his range, then in a single fluid move, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful thrill to the Demon's jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small Crater forming every fourth dimension he touched the ground.

Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon and grabbed him by the facial expression, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a area. Ignoring the pain sensation of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to dig Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his heading to the side and dodged the fire. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to poke Baltoh with his fundament like a scorpion.

Baltoh was forced to let go of the monster and retreat to nullify the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a 100 meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the archangel's slash with his bare hand. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh's tail snapped around Michael's ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the garden angelica towards the side. Michael crashed into the strawman of the Chrysler building and drilled a gob straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the book binding of the tug. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.

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

Like a pair of rapid-fire shotgun full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feathers each arcsecond, with each one radiance with a Patrick Victor Martindale White glory and packing more great power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm formulation on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible amphetamine, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide downpour of electric arc flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single plumage that would hold struck him. The rest of the arrow peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.

Getting to his infantry, Rimmon raised his handwriting and bellowed at the top of his lungs,"daimon Art : behemoth diagonal !"

Bringing down his hand diagonally like the vane of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five leaf blade of zip from his hook, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a single moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional airplane of his slash. Cut by the daimon's attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a heavyweight optical maser, the integral top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh right in its itinerary.

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

Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super speed, seemingly teleporting down to the basis, a century meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The daemon and Archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straightaway towards his office, they shouted their spells.

"ogre Art : Dark Pulse !"Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of condense vestige energy.

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

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

Balling his hands into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his side and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his vox, an expanding bubble of Patrick White and black big businessman rushed from every inch of his physical structure, annihilating everything it touched like the world-class microseconds of a nuclear burst. Both blast splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler edifice was instantly vaporized upon inter-group communication with the Earth's surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.

Michael was forced to fly for his lifespan as the bubble-explosion continued to develop, reaching a mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom swarm. Rimmon wasn't as favourable and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.

The Angels manning the repairing and illusional roadblock were brought to their genu trying to hold back the burst contained and unnoticed to the exterior earth, but even they couldn't cover up the shockwave it released. jazz flooded the entire city of New York with unequalled military strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking the great unwashed off their infantry and nearly sending them flying, ripping power blood line to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing building throughout the city to stir violently and even tilt.

Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep volcanic crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the swarm above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the standard pressure. Already, the hundreds of Angel that had arrived to the metropolis, as well as hundred more arriving from promised land at that very instant, were using their world power to recreate the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.

With cold-blooded speed, they put back all of the empty hoi polloi in the exact same placement that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any retentivity of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.

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

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

"But my mission is not dispatch,"he cursed before spreading his wings and flying east towards the informant of the forbidding presence.



Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh's abyssal power snuff out Rimmon's existence, killing him or at to the lowest degree wounding him so badly that he was now on Death's room access."Damn it, that cocky by-blow went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angel Falls still around, I'll really ask to work to get some reinforcements."

He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the fire of Hell burn without stifling."It worked, summoning really can be performed in the worldly concern of the keep. This repugnance dagger shall wave the end of the world."

From the semi permeable portal to hell, a dark physical object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombi bursting up from the grassy grime of its tomb. The object was a pillar, ten ft in diameter and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in cherry-red symbols. The Qaeda of the tower was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle grimace was carved in each position, all with the precise same verbalism. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one pointedness, above the very nerve centre of the obelisk.

An undeniable intonation sound began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple deep voice murmuring expletive in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the intonation grew in loudness. Above the city, dark storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the ink-black vapors. Throughout the urban center, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colouration and shapes and seemingly twist and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending rippling through realness itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the metropolis began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dark malice of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.

"Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can exist in this existence is all that I need. Soon our plans will come to realisation, and the end of day will be at script,"he said with a dark laugh before becoming impalpable and sinking into the ground.



Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his mitt balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon English, making it difficult to inhibit his violent impulse. He despised these artifact for their artificially mightily influence, not to cite he found their inane evil highly disturbing.

"How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the keep ? Only archangel should have to power to use their magical spell in dissimilar realms."

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

She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with frigid sweat running down her paling face.

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

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

Being so close to the obelisk was taking a leaden toll on her organic structure, so much so that she could barely stay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his uncommon grinning."No, it's ok. You couldn't have known. I appreciate the care,"he said, crouching down with Selene in his weapon system. After brushing aside a ringlet of her haircloth, he held his claw hand over her face."Angel Art : Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art : Blessed Protection."

As if liquid Inner Light were running through her veins, Selene's eubstance began to glow as the first base spell repaired the affects of the obelisk's metaphysical miasm and the second while wrapped her in a thin stratum of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. genus 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 cover to her feet.

"What is that affair ?"genus Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to remove the last hint of grogginess.

Baltoh looked back at the obelisk and growled like a dog sensing a alien at the doorway."It is an artifact of the dour parliamentary law, summoned straight from Hell."

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

"What is it for ?"

Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the dagger, and ignoring her fear, genus Selene followed him."Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable specialty rise, not to bring up it energizes the malevolent intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to drag up the strength of an USA of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or beef up the black nub of the truly evil human occupier of Hell to help them fall in together to shape a Demon-level puppet without ever crumbling into ash. I've never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could drive the people of this urban center so state of nature with passion and malice that they could rip New House of York apart like a plurality of rabid wolves."

All her life, genus Selene had craved challenges, craved the feel of awe at trying something new and exciting ; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain mounting, that sort of matter. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her tempestuous imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh's spell, she felt corresponding at any second, something direful was about to go on, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial cause of death before he makes his move. This crippling sense of apprehension and terror sent shiver up her spikelet and made her flavour like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh's mitt, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene's hired man 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 stimulate heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can shell it with staring holy Department of Energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be stiff. No, there is a simpler and better way…"

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

"Unlike daemon and Gargoyles, Angels and archangel have the ability to enroll and leave the three realms at any time, even Hell."

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

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

"Well maybe it was just praxis. Is there anything else they can mobilize ?"

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

He was cut off as a quick spark of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon's tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn't aimed for Baltoh ; it was aimed for genus Selene. Realizing the Demon's target, Baltoh gave a furious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon's barbed tail before it could chance on genus Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the bam that ended the battle. Almost every column inch of outer bod had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized mineral vein, not to note that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.

"You dare harm her ? You dare attack this woman ? ! You will repent for your ogre sins, and you will suffer the most painful destruction that your wretched kind can go through ! saint Art : final exam excruciation !"

Rimmon raised his hand, about to break up his own behind so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a great white rood burst out of the ground behind him, measuring XX feet in meridian and eight feet wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of threat as lash with firearm of jagged metal braided into the filament wrapped around his tree branch and torso and slammed him against the hybrid, tearing through countless musculus in his skinless body. ineffectual to strike, Rimmon could do little to a greater extent than howling as a three boastfully nails materialized, the get-go two driving through his palms and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the position of the main light beam. The final exam restraint came in the form of a pate of spine, which acted like a trammel around the ogre's principal, tying him to the vertical balance beam of the hybridizing with origin running down his grimace. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon's chest, piercing his bootleg heart.

"angel Art : sanctum Burn !"Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.

In roaring instant, a bonfire of golden flaming flared up at the understructure of the hybridization, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to destruction with a ruptured heart and no hide to shroud his lacerated muscles, Rimmon gave one finish howling of torture as the holy Hell ate away at his eubstance, burning his soma as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to cipher but ash, and the Crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his trunk like parentage from a black injury, and genus Selene was staring at him with spacious eyes.

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

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

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

Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft paw on his cheek. The ennoble touch and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hired hand calmed his dead body and removed the last tracing of strain from battle. But while this dessert reach sent waving of cloud nine through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of veneration and jumpiness forming in his heart.

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

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





Chapter 4



The night was an unusually noisy one from sirens blaring in the background as cops sped throughout the metropolis to answer vandalism and rape birdcall. Every night, it seemed like the city was becoming More and more chaotic and the citizenry were becoming more extreme with their prospect, taking it upon themselves to do what they saw needed to be done, even violently. Already, column of sens were wafting from two burning construction. One was a Planned Parenthood that had been set ablaze by some crazed pro-lifers, and the early was a community center where an anti-Obama right-wing rally was being held, before some young democrats through in some firework and… it got out of hand.



Baltoh sat on the ceiling of a van in a dark street, devoid of ignitor or people. On the undercoat nearby lay the ashen remains of the slain Gargoyle. He was digging his clawed thumb into his deal, cursing through barred dentition as he tried to use the infliction to clear his thinker of his confusing thoughts and feelings for Selene and stay focused on the commission at hand.

‘ Why ? Why am I feeling this way about her ? Never in my life have I ever felt anything but hatred, anything but the resolve to fight and slay evil, so why is it that being here in this metropolis and being around her muzzles my will and bequeath me unable to crusade at my prime ? I should have been able to kill Abaddon and that other Demon with a cinch of my fingers, Michael should have been nothing more than an annoying fly, and even with their powers hidden, tracking down my target should let only taken one or two or three years at about. Why ? Why am I so distracted ? I was born of hate, but why does every thought of her extinguish the fire in my psyche ?'

He held out his hand, letting the blood trickle from the lesion in his palm and drip mold on the street. Unhindered by the botheration in his script, the idea of Selene continued to whirlpool through his brain, leaving him just as confused as before. Baltoh suddenly perked his head up as a strange sensation zipped through his judgement. It wasn't an surge in Demon Energy or the power of an Angel… it was something else…

It was Selene ; he could feel something through the feathering he had given her. It was meant to tell him if she was in danger so that he could come up her and help her, but in all honesty, that had just been a guess, as he had never used one of his feathers that way. But he was sensing something now, heavy physical bodily process and a cascade of thoughts running through her mind. If she had been attacked again, then the strain on her body and idea would easily mimic this, and after how Rimmon had tried to kill her, there was an undeniable hazard 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 right shockwave that all of the cars in the street began beeping wildly. Soaring across the sky, he mentally honed in on her position, tracking his own energy signature in the feather 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 someone breaking into her flat ?

"holy person Art : Crusading canter !"

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



Baltoh landed on Selene's fire flight and became intangible asset, passing through the windowpane. Completely undetectable to any man, he stepped into her bedroom without the slightest forcible to-do. Baltoh looked around and instantly felt all the parentage Rush from his body and syndicate in his cock.

Lying in her bed was Selene, completely naked and far from being departed. Her right had was busy stroking the noticeably-wet sass of her puss while she was using her left hand to nip and massage her breasts, which bounced and rolled with every euphoric gasp she gave. He purse was on the rest next to her and she was brushing her face against the feather sown on the front like a cat against a furniture quoin. With each hint of the moist lips that she made with her fingers, genus Selene would give a piano 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 computer memory. Watching genus Selene delight herself while rubbing the feather against her case left Baltoh more confused and aroused than ever before in his life. Just the 1st five seconds of looking at her had given him an hard-on that would put a human to shame.

genus Selene's flaccid coos turned into a patrician moan as she moved from just stroking the lips of her pussy to to the full insertion of her finger's breadth. Moving her finger's breadth in and out of her slit, genus Selene writhed and stretched with her solid consistency trembling in foreplay. With her left hand manus, she began squeezing her breasts more aggressively and pinching her nipples, which were already set up from her horniness.

Suddenly, she began to work her digit faster and with more zip, sending ripples through her fountainhead intone frame of reference as she fucked herself with gravid speed. Her moans quickly began to increase in shrillness and volume and she even moved her left hand from her soft breasts to the edge of the bed, holding on for near spirit. Finally, genus Selene bit down on her pillow and moaned in ecstatic gloating as she climaxed, soaking her hand in her orgasmic juices. She arched her back, fingering herself wildly as the throes of euphoria flooded her ebony body. Baltoh's breathing was enceinte as he watched her finally go calm and relaxed, while his rock-hard rooster remained stronger than ever before.

Just as he thought she was going to decrease asleep, Selene did something that made the hybrid's jaw drop. With a tired grinning on her face, she removed her fingers from wet slit and held them over her face. Reaching up with her knife, she wrapped her lips around her fingers, sucking away the oils from her body. Baltoh could not arrest a oink from escaping as he felt pre-cum seepage from the promontory of his hammer.

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

Watching genus Selene tease herself while she brushed her lips sensually against the feather sown onto her pocketbook, Baltoh lost ascendancy and pulled out his prick. Due to him being originally born as a Demon ( a primal creature driven by animalistic instinct along with the malice of the past lives that made it ), he was quite well-endowed but without any of the cactus-like ridges of a monster, due to his Angelica Archangelica body. Being careful not to knick himself with his claws, he began stroking his erect member and rubbing away the stress that had built up in his physical structure. It was a good thing that he was undetectable to mortals, as every cause of his script made him grunt in relief.

‘ Damn that feels estimable ; it's no wonder why humanity do it.'

Selene gave a gasping moan as she spread her branch and pushed the dildo into her swollen pussy, 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 street corner. Baltoh was biting down on his clapper as he furiously stroked his peter to the sight of Selene penetrating herself with the dildo.

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

She moved her hand faster and faster, wildly fucking herself while she had her grimace pressed against her purse like a pillow, kissing the feather that Baltoh had given her. He walked over to the foot of the bed, still stroking his cock as he gazed at Selene's 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 intimate desire.

Suddenly, she removed the dildo and put it in her sass, sucking on it with relish as she savored the discernment of her own essence. Putting the dildo down, she reached under her bed and retrieved several pillows, as well as a silk scarf from her bedside table. Anxious to get back to pleasuring herself, she stacked all the pillows against the headboard of the bed and wrapped the middle of the scarf around the dildo. Working quickly, she set the dildo against the pillow at the presence of the tidy sum, while tying both ends of the scarf to the sides of the headboard tightly, so that the stack of pillows was secure and the protruding dildo would not come unloosen.

Using the push-down store of pillows to produce room for her legs between her and the headboard, she turned around and leaned back, inserting the dildo back into her slit. With the toy now stationary, she got back on her deal and knee and began leaning back and away quickly, forcing the dildo deep into her body.

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

Watching Selene's bountiful tit swing and bounce each time she forced the toy into her swollen snatch, Baltoh could feel an coming welling in his pecker, the initiatory in his sprightliness. Picking up speed, he stroked his rooster as fast as he could while Selene threw herself against the dildo again and again, fucking herself wildly like a nymphomaniac.

Finally, genus Selene gave a loud moan as she had her net orgasm of the Nox and Baltoh nearly fell over as stream after stream of semen sprayed from the head of his rooster and soaked the foot of her bed. With the two of them breathing heavily, Baltoh stepped back and genus Selene dismounted the dildo. Turning around, she took apart the make-do apparatus and put the toy and silk scarf back in her bedside table and the extra pillows under her bed. To Baltoh's stand-in, she didn't touch any of the seed that had landed on the foot of her bed, and just lied down underneath the covering fire and closed her eyes.

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

‘ What is happening to me ?'



Abaddon crouched over an Ouija dining table in the bell tower of the riverbank church, made from the skin from a woman's back with the figure and letter written in blood, and the disc for communication had been carved from the cranium of her unborn child. Both had been a very delicious collation. The monster held his hired hand over the metier and black lightning began to stream from his palm.

"Lord Tenebrous, I bring updates on our delegation. Rimmon proved unable against Baltoh and my long suit is no better. The trial summon was a success, though as mentioned, Rimmon met his end. I can not proceed to the next level with Baltoh around, as he will hunt me down and defeat me before any action can be completed. I seek new orders."

Moving in quicksilver and spastic jerks, the record began to shift across the Ouija control panel, spelling out the reply.

"pundit Gargoyle spawning go-ahead and use them as bait while Thomas More devil are summoned. We can only open up one more doorway before you are cut off permanently, make it number,"the magnetic disk spelled out.

"Another thing, Baltoh seems to be involved with a human woman, as he has been seen making patronise plosive speech sound to the dwelling of one Selene Kurland. His big businessman are unfocused and he appears distracted. Do you give birth any orders or proffer ?"

Again the magnetic disk began to prompt."Continue to monitor her, but do not try to attack her. She is keeping him scattered, so killing her would do nada but focus his intellect back on you, not to mention it would activate his rage."

"Yes My Lord, and I already lie with how to create some Gargoyle reinforcements…"



Baltoh hung upside down like a monkey from the fire evasion of an power building. As common, his mind was completely focused on Selene, but this time, the idea and emotions he was feeling were at their strongest. Every sentence he blinked, the entire scene of that beautiful woman pleasuring herself with his feather pressed against flashed before his centre. He already had a throbbing hard-on as he thought back to it, and in the late confines of his mind, he felt heavy ruefulness for not revealing himself that Night, for not being open up about his bearing 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 potential ? 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 pick : he could either confront genus Selene and his fox feelings, or he could stay away from her, end the missionary station, and never speak to her again. But as much as he wished for this confusion to end and the very thought of speaking to her about this made him honk with nervousness, he knew that there was no way he could just allow her, not physically or emotionally. He had to figure this out, or it would haunt him for the residual of eternity.

As he reached out with his creative thinker to try and find the feather he had given Selene, a flashy commotion began to build in the ground, drawing his attention.



Selene and Molly were sitting out in the sun at board in front of a coffee shop restaurant. Both were drinking ice coffees, and while Molly was having a plain salad, genus Selene had decided to go with the mushroom soup for the first fourth dimension. They often came here for lunch, and the conversation they were having was of the usual depicted object, but it suddenly took a turn that shook Selene with surprise.

"Has something been legal injury ? You seem so distracted and distant lately. You appear to be daydreaming more than an ADD kid in math course of instruction,"her ally remarked.

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

"All the clock time. But now that I'm an adult, I've stopped writing love letter that I never mail and now just put fresh assault and battery in my vibrator,"she said casually, making genus Selene choke coil on her soup.

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

"fountainhead talking about being a kid brought out my inner youngster, and my inner child wanted to see if I could get you to shoot soup out our olfactory organ like milk. Right now, my inner nestling and I are high-fiving in succeeder,"mollie bragged as she skewered several scratch parting with her ramification and dipped them in a puddle of salad dressing."So what's this guy's gens ?"

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

"Baltoh."

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

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

"So what's he like ?"

"Well he… he's kind of… How can I explain this ? He has a very nail down emotional range but I think he's starting to grow and warm up, and he's incredibly healthy,"genus Selene described, trying to summarize her reason of the hybrid.

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

"No, he just sort of grew up in a troubled house. But he is really better-looking and without a uncertainty, he's the most amazing and interest guy you'll ever meet."

"What's so interesting about him ?"

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

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

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

Before Molly could pass her advice, a chorus of shouts coming from the next street cut her off. Everyone on the sidewalk turned in the direction of the strait, which had slowly been growing over clip but was now inconceivable to ignore, especially with the constabulary sirens blaring.

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

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

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

cutting off through an alley, the two women crossed over to the next street, where a full-on battle between the constabulary and a horde of Occupy protestors was being waged. Tear gas filled the air and nothing could be heard but the sempiternal shouts of fury and the sounds of dissent signs striking orgy shields. Already, the syndicalist rioters that naturally orbited around any and every objection group were robbing the buildings along the street as well as just in the area, using the excitement as a cover for their law-breaking. Every secondment that passed brought more riot cops and even more protestors.

With vaporous debauch shell and black Kevlar suits, the officers were more than safe against the protestors ; but it was the Book of Numbers that were forming a problem. The line of cops was three-men-deep, but the protestors numbered over a hundred, all pushing and shoving each other in one direction. Those at the movement of the swarm beat their house and fist against the officeholder'shields, desperately trying to snap off through and utmost as long as they could before being forced to retreat, due to the pain of being maced and the injuries inflicted by the officer's club. With bleeding faces and broken finger's breadth, those that were unable to press any long tried to squeeze between the two tectonic plates that were the pig and protestors, all the while getting beaten and soaked with pepper nebuliser. Many never made it out, and were forced to the priming where they fought to not get crushed to death. Every few transactions, a cop behind the barrier would thrust a teargas case shot into the crowd, while bricks and garbage were hurled in reply.

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

"Oh my god, are you alright ?"Selene said with worry, crouching down beside him with tissues from her pocketbook and helping pass over the profligate off his unshaved face. The man did not react, only shook his head from side to side dizzily.

"What happened ?"mollie asked.

"Some kids… were sitting on a bench when some asshole… with a badge walked up to them,"he began, constantly swallowing to clear his throat and find his mental heraldic bearing."They were just sitting there, waiting for the bus, and he accused them of illegal protest. The fat fuck pulled out his Chemical Mace can… and nearly emptied the whole thing into these teenagers'faces ! One girl was scream… shriek in pain, and when her boyfriend jumped up to perforate the cop, he got tased for almost half a arcminute, 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."genus Selene said sadly, pulling the man to his substructure. He nodded his head word and staggered off, leaving the two womanhood alone on the sidelines of the battle.

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

Selene looked at the engagement going on not XII foundation 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 human eye, Abaddon watched genus Selene and licked his lips. He wished he had been given fiat to attack her, because he knew that she would be a fantastic fuck, not to mention a delicious repast. Alas, he was ordered to monitor only, so fantasies would get to answer, until he could sample her properly.

Looking down at the protestors slamming themselves against the buckler of the carouse constabulary like Persians against Greek, he breathed in the rip gas like it was the spirit of a odoriferous flower and basked in his head trip. He had been the one possessing the cop that started the scream, and the results were amend than he dared dreaming.

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

Taking a deep breath, he expanded his lungs to their maximum size and volume, saturating it with his malevolent vitality, while making trusted that Baltoh would not be able to sense the bodily function. Once the air in his lungs was malefic enough, he exhaled, releasing a black cloud into the horde of citizenry, with them completely unaware and ineffective to see it. Abaddon watched with a smile as the black fumes rolled wildly above the crowd, shaken not by apparent movement in the air, but by the anger and fury that every person was practically hemorrhaging in the fray.
"devil Art : Gargoyle Epidemic,"he cast, praying that the enchantment would work quickly enough.



Baltoh was already on route, having picked up Abaddon's power levels the mo he raised them to utter the magical spell. Flying about the metropolis, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one direction, like ant all racing to their queen.

"Abaddon, what the perdition 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 ire and hurting to engender at to the lowest degree fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the constabulary, and the rioters continued to conflict, completely ignorant of what was happening right above their heads. Catching the blackball energy billowing like weed from a tire fire, the Shirley Temple mist that Abaddon had released was grouping into separate clouds and condensing. In each bowling ball-sized cloud, indistinguishable frame could be seen taking kind and growing, like the development of the unborn Antichrist but fast-forwarded.

Suspended in the air and having reached the size of human being infants, the hovering Gargoyles snarled and jerked wildly as their Fang, claws, and flank began to turn. Standing in the bowling alley, Selene felt a very cold shake creep up her spine, as if somebody was breathing on the book binding of her neck opening while touching her bare peel with an ice cube. She wrapped weapons system around her stomach, suddenly sickening and filled with dread. She did not have it away what was going on, but whatever it was, it was evil, it was powerful, and it was close.

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

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



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

Stretching his fag end like a spider creating a wrinkle of silk, Abaddon reached out with the barbed tendril and wrapped it around each puny Gargoyle. With his optic locked on the daemon and his institution, Baltoh shot down like an bird of Jove towards a fish just below the surface of a river.

"devil Art : subtlety play !"Abaddon desperately called, having less than a second base before Baltoh reached him.

Moving so fast that not even Baltoh's optic could follow him, Abaddon disappeared, pulling the Gargoyles with him. The dun crossbreed only had enough clip to give birth a body-splitting bitch to the Gargoyle at the very end, ripping it in half and splattering Gargoyle blood in all centering. In the time it took for Baltoh to realize that Abaddon had escaped, stop himself after delivering the kicking, and try to work out out the direction in which the Demon was flying, Abaddon had already gone far enough with momentum alone to reach the border of the metropolis and had ended the trance to keep his big businessman hidden.

With his whole soundbox shakiness, Baltoh looked up and released a demonic roar like that of Panthera leo, howling in foiling. That beastly Call was so great in book that almost every windowpane within a half-kilometer radius shattered from the shockwave, though not a single living creature could even hear it. Baltoh hadn't been this furious since Rimmon tried to set on Selene, and the fact that Abaddon had achieved his destination of gaining reinforcements and got away with it was the root of his craze. He was used to daemon running away before he finished them off, they quickly realized to flee for their lives once the immense difference in force became plain. In Hell, well over half of every monster combat resulted in his prey managing to scat, but this metre was different, as for every day that Abaddon and his comrades roamed gratuitous in the human populace, lives were being lost.

"Damn it ! Every time I almost have him, and every sentence he escapes before I dig my claws into his ticker ! 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 people below him were knocked off their metrical unit by the hurricane winds that the upsurge of exponent was creating and the sky above him was instantly clogged with storm cloud. Clinging to the side of the edifice next to her, Selene tried to fight the unstoppable farting pummeling everyone in the street.

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

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

Baltoh looked up at the intruder and released an animalistic tangle, barring his fang. Holding his hand down low, he materialized his steel and delivered an uppercut slash as Michael brought his executioner's cleave. The two swords clashed with a rainbow of Spark, but with ease, Baltoh's sword cut through Michael's like a table saw through composition board. Baltoh slashed Michael upwards across the pectus, inflicting a wound that would be fatal to any human, and launching the Archangel like a golf Ball with parentage pouring from his mouth.

With Michael incapacitated and no early suspension, Baltoh finally calmed down, allowing the hurricane wind his push was causing to give up. Below him, mass were running away, fed up with getting maced, shell, tear gassed, peppered with discontinue chicken feed from Baltoh's roar, and knocked off their foot by the sudden and unexplainable gale that swept through the street on an otherwise still day. Even the wow cop were retreating after what had just happened.

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



Abaddon stood over a litter of Demons, all grouped together and feasting on a pile of freshly slain corpses in the living way of a house on the outskirts of the metropolis. All the piece of furniture had been smashed to composition, the windows covered, and the doors locked, giving the beasts the solitude they needed while they grew and matured. With each bit they took, their muscles grew in size and durability, and their monstrous facial nerve feature became sharper and more distinguishable.

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

He then turned around to face a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl with long blond haircloth. She was in the corner, sobbing in threat as she watched the beast feed without making themselves invisible.

"Now for MY meal…"



Baltoh sat in an easy chair in Selene's flat with his fingers tented, waiting in the dark for Selene to fare home. While his body was still, his mind was buzzing as he tried to break up 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 thought and presence of a bare human.

The clicking of a key being inserted into the door sent Baltoh's heart beating wildly in anticipation, working so hard that it felt like it was slamming his bureau as the threshold opened. Selene tiredly stepped inside, not even seeing Baltoh as she took off her coat and dropped her purse on the nearby kitchen counter. With a late suspiration, she leaned against the island mesa with her head in her bridge player, breathing deeply.

"Selene…"

The calling of her name spun Selene around with spacious eyes and she stared at Baltoh, trying to see her hint at the lot of him.

"Baltoh…"she gasped.

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

"No, of course not ! I just… I was just trying to march what happened today in the street between the cops and the protestors, it's all over the news as the biggest clash in the Occupy history."She then smiled and gave a flaccid jape."But I bet you already know about that. I'm pretty sure you were there when it happened."

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

"Selene, I was born of hatred. I first came into existence as a devil that was born from the rage and pain sensation of torpedo that suffered for eons in Hades, and I have lived my integral liveliness for the individual intention of fighting and slaying malevolent. But you… whenever I look at you or think about you… it's like stepping out of a raging inferno and into a waterfall. I feel all my choler melt away and I lose the will to fight for anything other than you."

genus Selene gasped at his speech and tried to call up up a response.

"Not in my entire existence have I ever been so confused as I am now ; I can not fight, I can not hunt, and I can not imagine, because you occupy every idea that enters my nous. Ever since I saved you and found you, trying to keep my mind focused on anything but you has been like trying to drown out of a maelstrom. If I am to ever complete my mission and perhaps ever find solace, I need to solve this confusion once and for all, and I need the answer to this question ; even if I can not properly describe how I feel about you, do you find the same way about me ?"

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

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

The talk news struck Baltoh like a frigid breath of air and he stared at her almost in awe.

With her smile small but tender, Selene wrapped her hands 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 prison term, but my affection and my body ache for you. I haven't developed feelings like this for individual this quickly since I was a little young woman, but I have never met a man who completed me as much as you do. We are like two one-half of a Swiss people watch, so many specific gears and mechanism that we can only be built with all of our own man and no one else's. True individuality is impossible in this world, but I know with my mettle and somebody that you are the but one who can possibly fill out me."

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

"I've always searched for the amazing and the interesting things in the world, and you are practically divine in your uniqueness. Being with you is like looking into the very inwardness of the population. My feelings for you are only equaled by my lustfulness, as I know that you can meet every need I'll ever have. I want to be with you, I want to know the mystery that is you, and I want to help you with all of the hatred in your heart."

"genus Selene, you are the one someone 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 finger this way, but I do understand that I want to be with you forever."He said, holding her last. Selene reached up and gently brushed her subdued fingers against his cheek, making the hybrid shiver.

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

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

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

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

After almost a mo of their lips joining like two waves and separating, the kiss was ended, and genus Selene took Baltoh's deal and led him into her sullen bedroom. Inside, the only source of illumination was Baltoh's burning halo, casting dancing tincture upon every surface. Lying back on the bed, Selene looked up with a coy smile as Baltoh stood over her and pulled off his clothes, revealing the numerous mark that pocked his muscles and the two motor horn hidden beneath his hood. Pulling off his drawers, he caught genus Selene gazing at his semi-hard phallus with a mix of care and awe. Right now, Selene was wondering if it would anguish and if this was one challenge that would nonplus her. With his rear end flicking like that of a cat on the hunt, he held himself over her, kissing her passionately. With their brim locked, he reached up to untie the clitoris of her white blouse.

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

Baltoh smiled and slowly brought his paw up, cutting through the clit threads on her blouse with the claw on his index finger, exposing her firm breasts, barely held in by her lace bra. Selene grasped the musical composition of intimate apparel before Baltoh could take a hook to it, letting her tits springiness unfreeze like airbags.

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

Selene laid her header back and purred in intimate exhilaration as she felt Baltoh squeeze play and knead the melon-sized pile of flesh, physically inspecting every centimeter of flabby peel, while of course being deliberate not to accidently knick them with his razor-sharp talons.

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

He moved back and forth between her bountiful pap, wrapping his long knife around them like a boa constrictor, licking every spot of debunk tegument. Sucking on her teat like a finger-trap around a finger's breadth, he pulled on her bosom, stimulating the sensitive face closing to the point that Selene was nearly chewing off her depressed lip in jubilation.

"Oh god, you're driving me unbalanced !"she groaned with her deal stroking the lip of her wet puss.

Remembering back to his human being yesteryear lives in damage of the moves of intimacy, Baltoh decided to actuate on. Lowering his head, he dragged his forked spit down her flat belly, tickling her as he licked her naval. Knowing what was coming next and absolutely despairing for it, Selene stopped him to absent her skirt and moist lash. With her knees on his shoulders, Baltoh held his chief just above the easy wet mouth of her kitty, which carried the swoon aroma of the liquid ecstasy from her survive shower.

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

Baltoh smiled and held out his tongue, giving a warm biff that nearly made genus Selene jerk. He licked again, plugging his longsighted snake-long tongue in between the backtalk like an convenience cord into a wall socket, sampling the sweet slightly-fruity penchant of her juicy interior. He pressed his lips against the gate of paradise, slurping on Selene's pussy like he was trapped in a peach and could only use his mouth to escape.

genus Selene could not contain her groan as she felt Baltoh get the knack of orally pleasuring her, making her entire lower body shake from the bliss. Her telephone call doubled in volume as he fully inserted his tongue into her pussy, licking her furthest profoundness of her soft Interior Department and mixing his spittle with her juice. Selene basically had to seize with teeth down on her pillow to keep open from screaming in sexual fury as Baltoh's long wet tongue quivered and probed intimately than any vibrator and his backtalk massaged and tickled the opening. She had her hand on the book binding of his head, pushing his face deeper into her sweetened cunt and holding onto his horns like handlebars, while he savored the ineffable appreciation and slurped up her succus like a marathon-runner desperately trying to get every go drop out of his water feeding bottle.

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

Baltoh immediately felt an upsurge in the amount and perceptiveness of the juices that flooded her cunt hungrily lapped it all up, feasting on the penchant of her orgasm. The flood tide lasted for almost half a minute, 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.

"C. H. Best coming 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 dissever me in half,"she teased, kissing him back.

Baltoh did not react, only smiled and gave the quick exhale of a laugh. Using his taloned hands very carefully, he grasped the shaft of his cock and slowly guided it to her logic gate of paradise, pressing the head against the moist, soft mouth. Wrapping his tail around the bed in tense anticipation, Baltoh slowly pushed his erect dick into Selene, instantly causing her to dig her nails into his back and cry out.

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

Baltoh gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness of her pussy, but after more than two minutes for slowly forcing it in like a Hummer into a tight parking spot, it was finally all the way in. Upon its full-of-the-moon interpolation, Baltoh looked back and realized that his wings had released themselves and were draped over he and Selene. Beneath him, she actually felt like she couldn't hint, as she could have sworn the head of Baltoh's cock was prodding the bottomland of her heart.

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

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

"I'll try to be gentle."

Moving as slowly as possible, he slowly pulled out of her, with Selene trembling at the sudden lot removal. Leaving only the head inside, he gave her a instant 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 lubricator. Selene groaned at the confusing mix of unpleasant stretching of her snatch and the blissful and literal champion of intimate woof. Having buried his cock all the way, Baltoh again pulled it out, causing Selene to purr in pleasure.

Taking a hazard, he pushed his hawkshaw into her intumesce cunt in a single apoplexy, making her moan at the top of her lungs from the inscrutable incursion. It was obvious she had become accustomed to the size, so Baltoh decided that it was finally time to really move. Taking the decently situation above her, he began working the shaft in and out of her in long, brace strokes, making her moan and cry in bliss.

Now that he could finally actuate at a clean speed, Baltoh let his physical structure continue on autopilot while he mentally processed the different touch that his hammer was experiencing, from the soaking wetness to the ineffable softness of each bump, ridge, and fold in her pussycat. Finally used to his cock completely stuffing her, Selene no longer felt any painfulness and was now moaning like an opera Isaac Bashevis Singer as he plunged into her over and over and continued to dig her digit into his back.

As Baltoh's speed increased, he held himself mellow above her as if in mid-pushup, silencing her moans as he kissed her and relishing the tactile sensation of her pointing nipples moving against his bureau like flesh skaters on ice.

Changing positioning, he sat up on his bounder and grabbed genus Selene's second joint, using them to hang onto her as he doubled his speed. With each sinewy thrust into his fan, Baltoh licked and chewed on his lips as he watched her tits bounce and ringlet 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 construction, and her moans of euphoria were replaced with a deep gasping Call as the headland of his dick slammed her interior like the tip of a jackhammer.

Behind him, Baltoh's wings were stretching and waving like iris and his tail assembly was writhing like a beheaded snake on the level, almost to point that Jake the cat was waging a mental war on whether to stay on the bookshelf or pounce on the jerking ass and maneuver with it.

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

She didn't need to finish speaking, as the subconscious drive of her hands to her breasts told Baltoh everything he needed to know. The longer that he was working, the more he could feel his devil side being energized. Specifically, it was his devil sex-drive that was now set to maximum, and he was desperate to go further. Reaching out and leaning forward, he grasped her hands and crossed them against the headboard above her head, pinning her there with his face just inches from hers, all the while continuing to fuck her like a motorcar. Selene suddenly gained a very starved and shake look on her face as she felt the change in Baltoh's personality, sensing his prevalent slope taking mastery and gaining the desire to both fight it and submit to it. She raised her drumhead and started kissing him almost angrily, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth with a feline-like growling of pleasure.

"Come on child, I'm so last to cumming, fuck me severely !"

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

Moving his paw to her pelvis, Baltoh picked her up and rolled her over onto all quaternity, all without pulling out of her. Sitting up on his knee joint, he tightened his hold on her slender waist and began hammering her at practically inhuman velocity, slamming her cunt so hard and so fast that it was almost brutal. Trying to stay up with her arms heterosexual person, genus Selene felt like she was being hammered with such raw powerfulness that she was going to purge. She could ingest sworn a sex auto was fucking her with a forearm at the end.

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

Behind her, Baltoh was gazing at the ripples passing through her toned consistence and listening to the orgasmic applause speech sound of her perfectly-sculpted ass and firm thighs slapping against his legs and the base of his cock. The noise was so deep and satisfying, it itself was worthy of being masturbated to. Anyone who heard that sound would instantly know what was going on and how well it was going. Watching her round ass bouncing and riffle while basically skewered on his tool, Baltoh wished he could also get an underside view and regard upon her breasts, which were swinging like the turn punching suitcase that drawers practiced on.

genus Selene was so close to having an climax that it was driving her crazier than a hundred mosquito bites, and Baltoh as well could palpate the ultimate climax welling inside him. Finally, the two lover each experienced bone-shaking vibrations pulsing through their torso as their climax overcame them. Selene released a jubilated shrieking that could shatter chicken feed as her cunt became inundated with juices and Baltoh looked up and gave lion-like holler as he shot jet after jet of semen into Selene, filling her up to the percentage point that stream of muck were spilling out past his cock.

Completely hobble and exhausted, Selene collapsed onto her stomach, with her vagina as a gaping semen-filled crater. Baltoh was in the Lapplander state. Even after fighting in battles that lasted for months without pause, having sex for just an hour had completely wiped him out. He lied down beside Selene, desperately trying to get his breath. Holding her close, he wrapped his arm and backstage around her while kissing her neck.

"Without a doubt, that was the bang-up sex of my biography,"she purred tiredly.

"organism that was my first metre, I can in all satin flower say the same,"Baltoh replied, relishing the very scent of her hair as pressed his lips against the backrest of her ear."Is this what love feels like ?"

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

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





Chapter 5



Baltoh slowly stirred, being drawn from his deep sleep by a strong wet feeling around his dick. With a yawn and a old-hat hum, he opened his eyes and looked down, smiling as he watched genus Selene's beautiful promontory bob up and down. She had a coy look in her optic as she sucked hungrily on his semi-erect phallus. He gave a tired stretching and his grin grew wider as her piano tongue slathered the rotating shaft with her lips wrapped securely around the promontory. She then released the head and spat on the tip, using it as lubricant was she stroked him to a fully erection with her hand.

Baltoh reached down and brushed back a lock chamber of her hair, deliberate not to scratch her face with his sharp hook. genus Selene smiled and reinserted his manhood into her piano mouth, pressing the tip of her lingua into the slit on the top dog while she stroked the shaft. Baltoh gave another tired moan and his smile widened as she began deep-throating him, taking half of his rooster in her soft sass with the head going past her uvula.

After sucking him off for several sec, Selene took his cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously against her giving breast. The easy skin felt absolutely unbelievable against his bulging pecker, almost like a dry blowjob.

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

Granting her indirect request, Baltoh grunted hard as he shot a thick ropey flow of ejaculate across her boob. With a coy grinning, she smeared his cock against her chest like a soapy sponge, coating her bosom in his cum. Holding the giant fleshy water system balloons, she leaned down and licked off the ejaculate, slurping Baltoh's jizz off her pointing mamilla with relish.

"So luscious,"she whispered before he sat up and kissed her on the forehead.

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

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

"Since I rarely sleep, it was absolutely amazing. In underworld, I always have to sleep with one eye exposed if I can even determine a safe place."

"With how severely you rode me, I slept like a rock'n'roll. You know, that was actually the offset cock sucking 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 good guy. Plus my Best friend molly is a master in the art of satisfying men and she is always giving me cursor. I'll be fair, I think I enjoyed it just as much as you did."

At her discussion, Baltoh leaned forward to kiss her, but suddenly stopped. He could sense something was wrong, something that he had been unable to notice before, but was now as clear as it was pungent, like the smell of a rotting carcass in an enwrap space. He could smell energy in the air, both Archangel and daemon and vast amounts of them.

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



Baltoh stood on the roof of Selene's apartment building while she sat in her living way, watching the word for anything important being reported. The hybrid was taking respective deep breathing place, sampling the huge cascade of light and obscure push in the air. As far as he could tell, New York was completely undisturbed and there weren't any signs of battle or death, but the thick vim that sat in his lungs like smoke said otherwise.

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

Baltoh bit his lip in choler, 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 custody on his shoulders.

"There was a battle last night, a big one. Whenever large numbers people go missing at once, it means that the forces of Heaven and infernal region faced each other and there were civilian casualties, a lot of them. There aren't any ruined buildings or craters in the city from finale Nox, which means that the Angel have been hard at work, repairing the scathe and erasing store so that no one would ever know. However, what they can not repair is the death toll. finale dark, century of mass were killed in the crossfire, and no one remembering anything of the battle, they are being reported as missing.

I should birth 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 distracted and focused on other things."He cursed, thinking back to the night 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 angry voice announced.

Without turning away from the city, Baltoh's eyes swerved up as an Archangel descended from the sky, landing beside him with the residue of an acrobat. He was dressed just like Michael with the Same whitened eagle wings, but his facial characteristics were much dispute. While his hair was blond and cut short, he had several piercings through his luff ears, his eyebrows, one through his depressed lip, and three through the nosepiece of his nose. The Archangel and genus Selene paid no attention to each other, as he was completely invisible and inaudible to her.

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

With a swear, the Archangel became visible, causing Selene to jump back out of shock and grip Baltoh's arm. She stared at warrior from nirvana with utter amazement, now having somebody to liken 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 opposition, only in that they didn't try to kill each other. Gabriel saw Baltoh as a somewhat positive force in the universe, one that he refused to bring with or position with, but did not get in the way of. Baltoh saw Gabriel as probably the nighest thing he had to a friend, even though they never saw eye to eye and did little more than argue.

"Damn it, Baltoh ! Where the Hell were you ? You come here from Hell to hunt these asshole down, and just when we finally require your help for the outset prison term, you disappear on us ! This is why the other archangel want you perfectly, because you never make it very crystallize which English you are on.

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

"The laws of your master mean value nothing to me. I do what I want and the forces of Heaven had better accept that they can do zippo about it and should just be beaming that I at to the lowest degree keep myself hidden when I show up here. She is of no business to you, so you better not say another Word about her. I was fussy net night, so severalize me what happened."Baltoh argued, holding out his arm between Gabriel and genus Selene. Selene gripped his arm, almost afraid of Gabriel.

The archangel looked at Baltoh and Selene, switching his gaze between them as the truth became apparent."You bastard, I don't know if you really are this stupid person or this selfish. A strong-arm human relationship with a human woman ? ! You always make trouble when you come to Earth, but this is unacceptable ! Do you have any theme what sort of detestation would be spawned if you were to impregnate her ? !"

"silence !"Baltoh roared, infusing so much big businessman with his voice that Gabriel was forced to his knees by the tyrannical weighting of that single word.

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

The Archangel grudgingly stood up."Gargoyles, super-charged by monster great power and feasting on devoid people. They were far stiff than Angel and they were fast, causing vast total of devastation to the urban center while completely exposing themselves to the public."

"What was their purpose ? Abaddon has already set the people of this city against each other, such a liberal attack would only produce fright and merge everyone."

"It was a distraction, one that Abaddon was able to carry full reward of…"



12 Hours Earlier :

Abaddon faced his small squadron of Gargoyles in a monolithic abandoned warehouse, all fully-grown and far declamatory than their natural sizes. Having spent the last few hour eating and torturing live mankind, they had feasted upon Thomas More than decent agony and fear to bring them almost halfway to Demon-level power. True, their minds still remained barely developed enough to speak and follow orders, meaning that they were not twist enough to mold their energy into Demon Art, but they could unleash their big businessman in raw unfocused explosions, easily equal to of destroying buildings.

"Your missionary post is mere ; buy me adequate clip to come up Thomas More fiend from Hell. To do this, I need you to unfreeze as lots big businessman as possible so that I my own won't stand out while performing the ritual. Reign terror, slaughter everyone, destruct to your heart's content, and have all the fun you desire. Just keep moving and prevent the angel off my butt. Go !"

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



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

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

"Neither did I. The dry land is constantly moving forward, while it seems like heaven and Scheol are always frozen in time."

The two friends paid no attention to the third archangel that appeared beside them. He was dressed in the same white uniform, but he had a darker skin colour like that of a aborigine American language, his brown hair hung down past his shoulders, and on his typeface were numerous tattoos ; a couplet of wings on his cheeks and a hybridizing on his forehead that stretched down the bridge of his olfactory organ just to name a few.

"Everything is quiet to the north, all holy man are reporting silence,"he said.

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

"I don't know ; it's impossible to predict the legal action of demon 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 Lapp situation with the precise like expressions. mo went by, and not a word was spoken.

A construction in the distance suddenly exploded in a geyser of black flame, throwing debris is all directions and sending up a mushroom cloud. Before the Archangels could even move in response, several more edifice were destroyed in early region, quickly turning into domino communication channel of wipeout. Down in the streets, citizenry were panicking as they heard the explosions and saw the smoke ascension, even in the dark night. Was it a terrorist attack ? A huge debauchery ? An earthquake ? Whatever it was, it was sending rippling of care throughout the city.

"Gabriel, summon a memory board barrier around the metropolis ! Raphael, phone forth the Angel to begin elimination ! I'll go investigate !"Michael instructed as he spread his extension and brought forth his sword from nonexistence.

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

"Angel Falls Art : fading dream Realm !"Gabriel called.

From his laurel wreath, an inconspicuous beam of light up into the sky, eventually stopping high above the city and public exposure outwards into a huge noggin, encompassing all of New House of York. From this point, all humans that resided in its space would draw a blank 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 trance, due to her law of proximity to the supernatural figure.

"Angel Art : nonsuch Beckon !"Raphael chanted. A riffle of illumination pulsed from his hands, making every Angel in the area capable to find out him."All Angels composition ! start the evacuation of homo within the danger zone ! I'm calling for reinforcer !"



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

Moving as easy as a clout, a revulsion Obelisk slowly began to rise from the dry land. Having practiced with that initiatory Obelisk, Abaddon was now intimate with the energy use required to wreak Forth non-sentient aim into the human human race from Hell, though it was still like pulling teeth and incredibly slow. The obelisk was the one-quarter of a chemical group scattered across the city, just as a piddling power-boost for the Gargoyles. With all their new power, they would be strong enough to even hold their own against Archangels.

Once the dagger was summoned, he and his two Gargoyle guards took flight, heading east towards the edge of the metropolis. Like all demon and Gargoyles, Abaddon and his safety were unable to err too far from their area of origin where they had crossed over from Hell. Even though they had crossed over through nonconventional means and not summoned, their supernatural jetlag was only lessened, meaning that they could prompt at far greater aloofness. The farther they could get from the forcefulness of nirvana, the better their chances were of being unnoticed. Moving with ungodly speed, they flew to the absolute limit of their roaming reach.

Believing that he was standing in the near possible touch to ensure his safety, Abaddon smiled and cracked his fingers. This was the actual test, summoning horror dagger was one thing, but this was a unit early league. Abaddon slammed his hand onto the earth, having dredged up his power to its maximum level."Demon Art : conjury Necropolis evocation !"



Michael soared across New York metropolis with his claymore in hand, zeroing in on the nighest railway line of explosions. The energy he could sense from the one causing the destruction was incredibly large, almost boastfully plenty to be a Demon. In his heart, Michael prayed that it really was a devil, because if something as common as a Gargoyle could strive this level of superpower, than the position was far worse than he imagined.

The building next to Michael was suddenly blown to smithereens in a wrick maw of black flack, granting him only enough time to become intangible before dust rained down on the surrounding expanse, crushing everything without cover. Looking through the tempest of debris, Michael spotted the Gargoyle, shooting down the street and firing a toy Dark pulse rate from between its jaws, the signature move 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 second kill. With occult reaction speed, the beast turned around and blocked Michael's sword with its pincer, channeling its energy to the bony razors to protect them from the sword's sanctum 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 flak was released, nearly striking Michael pointblank if he hadn't caught the narrow beam with his hand.

Shadow vitality streamed out from between Michael's fingers as he pushed against the attack. Normally something like this would be tyke's play, but the Gargoyle's power levels were off the chart ! With a thick battle cry, Michael forced the black back into the Gargoyle's mouthpiece, causing the Hell-spawn to explode like a piss melon under the C of a hammering from the insistence of it's own energy.

A forte roar suddenly drew Michael's attention up to the sky, where a house-sized Gargoyle hung suspended below the moon. The soulless fauna opened its jaws and raised its head, charging a Dark impulse between its jaws. Michael paled as he felt the energy being condensed into the welkin of shadow in the creature's mouth, as it was more muscular than a fire-bombing drop by a fleet of planes.

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

From his outstretched hand, several chains of rosary beads were launched from underneath his wristband, as if coming out of his own material body like a Demon arm. The mountain chain shot through the air like a frog's lingua and wrapped around the colossal Gargoyle with More business leader than piano wire, restricting its movement and ending the night Pulse before it could be launched.

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

"Michael flavour out !"Raphael shouted, a split s before the barbed fanny of a regular-sized Gargoyle stabbed him through the gut.

The keister was quickly ripped back out before Michael could drive home a counterattack, leaving him helpless as a bit Gargoyle slashed Raffaello Sanzio's wings and then severed the Rosary restraint with phantasm energy streaming from it's pincer. The two wound Angels fell out of the sky, both desperately trying to bring around their injuries. Casting the Laying On Of script technique on the crashing hole in his belly, Michael looked up fast enough to see the Gargoyles fleeing with supernatural speed, shooting off across the city while suppressing their energy to disappear in the night.

"darn it, they're fast, strong, and coordinated. They are definitely getting more mightily, and if we don't stop them soon, they might even pass by monster levels,"Michael swore with roue trickling from his mouth.

Both Archangels were finally destitute of their injuries and regained their balance in the air, shooing back up into the sky.

"The backer are reporting that most people in the topsy-turvyness arena have been evacuated, but the Gargoyles keep moving and hold open spreading destruction."

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

Raphael nodded and raised his deal."backer Art : Hope beacon fire Summoning !"

Up above the Empire State building, there was a bright flash of light as a huge crucifix materialized out of thin air. The structure was ten feet in diameter and forty feet in superlative, made of a individual musical composition of rosewood and decorated with prayer beads astragal. Dangling from the conclusion of the crossbeam were two smoking incense lanterns and adorned around the top of the vertical beam was a peak of thorns. In the upper corners of the cross, two enceinte Angel wings of light appeared without any forcible shape, like holograms.

A pulse of light boomed from the hovering crown of thorns, illuminating the urban center. Throughout the streets, every Angel gained a blinding aura of power, as well as the two archangel speeding towards the Gargoyles on their destructive rampage. Following the telephone circuit of mushroom cloud cloud as construction after building was blown to smithereens, they increased their swiftness to levels normally achievable only through the Crusading Canter spell.

The two Archangels split up, chasing after different chemical group of Gargoyles. Michael chased after a group consisting of four house-sized Gargoyles, swollen by the amount of baron they had absorbed before the approach and the painfulness they were inflicting. With a unspoken slash of his sword, Michael launched a crescent sword of light zip that carved one of the monster in half like a chainsaw through a rotten melon and set the two halves ablaze with blank flames.

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

"Angel Art : gate of Heaven !"the Archangel bellowed, summoning forth the ornate gateway of square gold. The three blasts joined together and slammed into the barrier like a tidal wave, but with his big businessman enhanced by the cross above the urban center, 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 three of trace blasts was suddenly dismantled as an invisible shockwaves pulsed through it like a gas explosion through a sewerage system. The Gargoyle directly in the itinerary of the blast was instantly ripped apart into trillion of bloody slice 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 hurl, pointing his wings at the two remaining Gargoyles and launching thousands of super-charged arrows.

The bolts rained down on the street, each carrying as lots business leader as meteor and shaking the entire city upon impact with the ground. The surrounding edifice were thrown off their cornerstone and crumpled just by the shockwave as pool-sized Crater were torn into the background by the strike of each individual pointer. Suffice to say, the Gargoyles didn't stand a change.



"angel Art : Final repentance !"Raphael announced, pointing his hand at the fleeing mathematical group of Gargoyles.

From the sky, half a 12 crosses that dwarfed cell phone tugboat fell down like bombs and managed to slam down on at least four of the daimon with machine-like truth. Each cross weighed about as a good deal as the Chrysler Building, and upon encroachment, every car in the street was thrown into the air like pebbles, the window in the building shattered, the edifice themselves nearly fell apart, and the street looked less like a pave route and more like a dry riverbed. The demon underneath were crushed to a bloody soup and pillars of rubble and gage rose up from the meteor-like impacts.

The remaining Gargoyles all looked back and launched their darkness heart rate, trying to bourgeon him out of the sky. Dodging the blasts with ease, Raphael cast the Crusading Canter spell and caught up to them faster than they could even process, ending their dreadful life story with sword slashes that broke the sound barrier.



Throughout the urban center, the remaining Gargoyles were hunted down, all while the Angels worked tirelessly to doctor the wrong and tend to the wounded. Hundreds of people had been killed in the crossfire, millions needed their memories wiped, and New York was practically in wrecking. But the Gargoyles had been stopped and victory was theirs, or so they thought.



Abaddon gave a dark and booming jape as his spell finally reached its completion. He was facing a summoning gateway to the pits, larger than the storage warehouse that it had just swallowed. The summons had taken Brobdingnagian amounts of metre and energy, but now, the finished creation was ready.

Slowly coming up like a sunken ship filled with airbags, a turgid building rose up from the vena portae with an sinister bearing. The building was a cathedral, but not like any cathedral seen on dry land. The construction looked like it was carved from obsidian, with millions of symbol painted across the wall. Instead of depicting angel and nonesuch, the colored window on the sides showed brutal scenes from the orchestra pit of snake pit, giving a detailed picture of the different forms of torture being experienced by the captive. The door was guarded by two statues of fiendish jackal and secured with six overweight chains, all with barbed data link. Up above the door was a pond-sized rose window, with each constringe petallike pane showing a flick of a human stretched out with their flesh peeled off and blood spurting from the muscle underneath. Like rule duomo, the roof was adorned with statues of Gargoyles, but this took it to the extreme. Instead of just crouched Gargoyles depicted only from the waist up, these were life-sized and fully carved, each in the process of devouring or raping their human victim. The bell towboat of the duomo was also decorated with statues, but these were of daimon, all armed and posed like Zeus about to confuse a lightning dash. The toll themselves were ribbed like human bureau and gongs within were shaped like human skulls. At the very top of the column, a statue of a jackal with bat wings and goat cornet crouched with the fervency of underworld burning in its eyes.

The front doors began to open, breaking the six chains. Instead of a view of the inside, doors opened up to let on a portal to Scheol. Normally, a Conjuring Necropolis was used in Scheol as a means of a teleportation device to bring forth an army of Gargoyles to whoever cast the spell. While it could not wait on as a unconstipated vena portae between the existence, with was being used in combination with the jerry-rigged inter-dimensional gateway in Hell in gild to bestow forth multiple Demons at once, but that was all they had the energy for.

Stepping out of the portal appeared ten Demons, each with dissimilar facial nerve lineament. The first had two goat horns with one broken, the endorse had a head of peaky hair but he had multiple minuscule horns hanging down on his face and resembling a byssus, the tierce was bald and his saddle horn were both broken, the twenty-five percent had his horn coming out of the corners of his mouth like Sus scrofa tusk, the one-fifth had two prospicient horns that protruded from his frontal bone and curled over his scalp, the sixth had three cone-shaped horns on his forehead, the seventh ( and only female ) had two hooked French horn hanging down over here centre and long Black hair, matted with blood, the eighth had two stooge horns like Abaddon but stood out with a vauntingly steel ring going through his lower jaw, the ninth had horns going around his head like a crown, and the one-tenth had two bull-like horns and his typeface was decorated with countless intricate patterns carved into his skin. Aside from their faces, all the daimon essentially looked the same, down to the shackles on their wrists and the armor-clad skirts. Naming them in Order of show, Abaddon spoke,

"Amun, Bile, Shama, Pan, Dagon, Ishtar, Lilith, Mantus, Midgard and Nergal, I welcome you all to the man world,"he said with a coloured laugh as he held out his arms to his sides.



"tinker's dam it. Do you have any cue what they were trying to carry out with it ?"Baltoh asked.

"None. But one affair we are sure of is that Abaddon was not among them, meaning that the blast was most potential a beguilement while he proceeded with some ulterior motive."

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

"Another affair, after the fight, the people of New York began to go wild and psychotic. We thought that maybe our original memory wipe had failed and that they were still panicking from the wipeout, but that hypothesis was crushed by the sum of violence we saw. It seemed that Abaddon had managed to summon multiple Horror dagger across the city to micturate his Gargoyles so powerful that they had almost reached demon levels."

"Multiple dagger ? ! He should cause barely been able to summon one, and you should give been able to obtain him long before he succeeded !"

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

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

"There have been like disasters and eruption, but they are incredibly rare and never incorporated any form of planning. This is different ; they have a mission,"Baltoh answered.

"They might be trying to progress up their Gargoyles on solid ground, Michael told me that Abaddon was able to engender them from the wrath of a howler. But that doesn't explain his growing skill with the Obelisks."

"Is it possible that maybe the roadblock between underworld and globe is weakening ?"Selene asked, drawing the attention of the two occult beings.

"You two understand the Pentateuch of the universe far better than I do, I can't even set out to act like I understand Heaven and nether region like you two. But I did study theoretic physics and I was a big phantasy reader when I was Whitney Young. I know this sounds stupid, but is it possible that they are trying to weaken the barrier between earth and nether region ?"

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

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

He turned to her, his breathing shallow.

"I honestly don't think there has been 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 superman, Occupy protestors are waging a war against the law because the rich chief operating officer and spoil bankers sent America into a recession, we've been trapped in an unwanted war for a decennium that causes only misery, and every day, people are becoming gaga and more extreme. What if that's the anchor you're talking about ? What if land, or US, or even this urban center, is generating so much hatred and negative Department of Energy that it is dragging us down closer to Hell ?"

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

"Plus it doesn't excuse how Abaddon and his Gargoyles were able to baffle over so easily. One of them was able to kill a human the Sami day it arrived, that's insufferable with regular summoning,"Baltoh responded, rubbing his temples.

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

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

"That they are somehow able to rein in Baltoh's archangel index ?"Gabriel interrupted with veneration in his voice.

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

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

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

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

"If they are harnessing some variety 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 aware of a fraction of your jumps. We can't be certainly how much of your energy they've scavenged, If they had more, then they would have summoned the entire forces of Hell, albeit slowly,"Gabriel remarked.

"I think that is what they are doing…"

genus Selene gazed at Baltoh and tightened her handgrip on his hand.

"I don't think they are just trying to undermine the barrier, I think they are trying to deplume a doorway through it, a permanent one that will relate earthly concern and pit completely, and even hale this entire universe into the fiery depths."



Selene sat at her desk, trying to typewrite away at her computer. Baltoh had asked her to just go to lick as if nix was wrong while he and the forcefulness of Heaven continued their search, but she was finding it basically inconceivable to focus on monthly written report when less than an hour ago, she had heard that the Earth could very well arrive to an end. It was late in the morning, as she had originally planned on staying family and spending a romanticistic and relax day with Baltoh, but that had all changed when he and Gabriel figured out the dead on target seriousness of the situation. Normally, coming into employment so late would risk sending her straight to the unemployment line, but with how many people were"missing ”, her boss was just happy to have as many multitude as he could.

Deciding she couldn't centering with the lot of the world on her idea, she frustratingly got up and walked towards the couch. Coffee, coffee would fix everything.

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

With a smile, 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 suppress a grin.

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

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

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

Selene tried not to flush, but just like before, she failed miserably."Best of my biography,"she said, looking up at the ceiling as the secret explosion out.

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

"Like a stallion, and I really mean an actual stallion. I don't know if I was in my bedroom or a racetrack stable with a award-winner horse on meth,"she groaned, fanning herself as memory board of the dark brought undulation of hot arousal.

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

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

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

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

Both women were suddenly knocked to the primer as earthquake-level tremors rocked the building down to its foundations. Molly screamed in shock as the cabinet exploded and ceiling board rained down, but after everything she had seen, Selene was calmness and already knew what was the cause. Following the mind-jarring quiver, Baltoh came crashing through the rampart and slammed into the fridge.

"Son of a squawk,"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 Sir Thomas More Demons have managed to cross over. This day just keeps getting worse and worse."

Molly looked at them in complete and utter incredulity."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 strange guy, nothing else, I swear !"

"Damn it, Selene !"

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

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

"shit IT genus Selene !"shouted Baltoh as he looked up.

Selene just winced, waiting for him to calm down. After several seconds of thick breathing, he finally became relaxed."Well it's not like I did too very much to obscure my world, plus I can always wipe her memories."

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

"I have to go before Sir Thomas More the great unwashed start dying. You get everyone out of the building."

Baltoh held out his hired man and his sword materialized in his palm.

"Baltoh, time lag,"said genus 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 agitate ?"

Before Baltoh could even react, she leaned forward and French kissed him, almost filling his oral cavity with her easygoing wet tongue.

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

Baltoh just gained a sure-footed smiling and chuckled.

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

Baltoh returned the buss for a few seconds, then pulled away and ran through the pickle blasted through the building, rejoining the battle.

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

"Jeez, something must accept hit you on the head word pretty damn intemperate. Come on you little slut, let's get out of here,"genus Selene laughed as she pulled her Friend to her feet.



Baltoh flew outside, where he was facing the one female Demon, Lilith. Four others were fighting against the garden angelica Gabriel, Michael, Raffaello Sanzio, and a female Angelica Archangelica with a literally sainted face and long vermilion hair. While her beauty would immediately bolt down a lesser man, her violence 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 other five Demons were nowhere to be seen, and Abaddon had never appeared within the fight.

"It's unknown that now YOU'RE the one recovering from OUR attacks. I don't know what it is, but you seem particularly washy in this human domain,"Lilith barked, swinging a skull-shaped flail over her drumhead that was connected to a lone chain that came out of her wrist. Baltoh smiled.

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

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

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

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

The Demons pushed against Baltoh's wings with all their strength, trying to at to the lowest degree draw blood, all while the Demon Amen bellow them tried to relieve himself from Baltoh's tail, which was wrapped around him like a straight jacket. Very calmly, Baltoh tightened his backside, instantly crushing the Demon in his clasp as if his eubstance were a banana and sending blood and bits of bone in all directions.

Baltoh then turned and folded his left Demon wing, giving him a brighten view of the opposition to his take down left hand. Moving faster than an armor-piercing hummer, Baltoh swung his sword at the daimon's brass and cut a bias slit through his skull. The wound was actually cauterized by the speed and rubbing of the onset as Ishtar's skull fell down into the street.

The other three Demons quickly retreated in fear and Lilith launched her mace at him, the skull-shaped weight bristling with jagged leaf blade. Baltoh lazily reached up and blocked the onset with the vertebral column of his hired hand as if it were little more than the dot of a optical maser pointer. Shocking Lilith, he then grabbed the mountain chain and yanked hard on it, pulling the Demon towards him. Reaching out like a cold political machine, he stabbed Lilith through the pectus with his hook, sending his hand bursting out of her backbone with her shattered spine and chopped centre in his grip and blood spraying out like a natural spring. As she vomited rip, he chopped her point off.

Baltoh tossed the slain ogre aside and was instantly set on by Mantus, wielding a giant battleaxe as heavy as a man. The bladed titan was swung with terrifying effectiveness, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his brand as if he were killed a moth with a flyswatter. In a fluid motion, he spun around and kicked Mantus, knocking him out of the sky and sending him crashing down into the street.

"ogre Art : wrath Of sin !"Baltoh cast.

Rising up from a portal to sin, a house-sized black skull appeared behind Mantus, covered in conjuration and ablaze with the flames from the dark abyss. The skull opened its mouth and outstretched its bleak bifurcate tongue, secured on which was a chivalric rack, coated in ancestry with shackles in the nook. The hamper were secured to the wheel with bladed chains and the interiors were lined with barbellate nails.

Like the clapper of anuran, the shackles reached out from the corner of the rack and grabbed Mantus'arm, making him howling in pain as the nails dug into his build and sent rake flowing freely. The bond yanked him back, slamming him against the fucking rack and holding him in place. Ghostly hands reached out from around the stand, holding the ends of setaceous conducting wire that were covered on every centimeter by razor-sharp serrations. The hands moved back and forth, covering him in level upon level of barbellate telegram and even threading them through his figure like a sowing machine, all while Mantus howled in agony.

Finally, the barbed wires all began to reduce against him, and the bond began to attract back into the recess, tugging on his arm. Mantus gave one final riot of excruciating hurting before the shackles ripped his limbs from their sockets and the web of barbed conducting wire cut through his body like the steel of a heart poor boy, spraying rip, bump osseous tissue, and liquefied physical body sprayed in all directions like lava from an erupting volcano.

The inside of the contraband skulls mouth was suddenly filled with tight flames and the lingua was brought back in, bringing the shredded carcass of Mantus in to be cremated by Hellfire.

"retirement !"one of the demon, known as Pan, shouted out.

All of the Demons turned to fly, but before Pan could play along his own words, Baltoh aimed his mitt at him."devil Art : chela Bullets !"

Firing from the tips of his fingerbreadth like clout from five machine gun turrets, Baltoh's claws shot through the air towards Pan, instantly being regenerated at his fingertips and launched. The hundreds of sharp bullets washed over Pan, filling him with more holes than a knockout parazoan and ripping the life-time from him.

"quint daemon killed in less than five minutes, I'm still too slow…"



"You dumb Logos of gripe, do you have any idea how much you just endangered our entire architectural plan ? !"Abaddon shouted at the loudest volume possible, scolding the Demons as if they were young children.

"V ! Five of you got your bum massacred by Baltoh ! If you hadn't gotten out of there, he might have gotten bored and just decided to beat you to death with his bollock !"

"Don't get snippy with us asshole ! You're the muttonhead that didn't continue his lead and let that double-crosser follow him to Earth !"Bile defended, drawing a os scimitar from his thigh and pointing it at Abaddon.

"I don't even have it away if this is possible know with the five of you ! This is all theoretic, and you raped the chance of success ! We can't even rally any more Demons, we used the last of the energy left behind by Baltoh getting you illegitimate child here ! Unless he jumps back and forth between Earth an blaze a few hundred times, there is no way to shout for reenforcement !

Our chances were slim and you retards knocked it down to screwed ! If we fail at this, it's coming down on my ass, and if it comes down on my ass, I'll make sure that it comes down on all of your roll in the hay ten fold !"

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

Abaddon sighed as he rubbed his synagogue."We are going to lay low and make every homework we can. No more going out and picking combat and killing people, you all lost that exclusive right. At least we'll have the clock time to make sure that everything that can be done will done. We just have to hope that the ritual can be done with the five of you. But we are facing so many betting odds right now, both Baltoh and the personnel of Eden, that I think we'll have to bring out horn card before this is all over."




It wasn't long before Baltoh accepted the fact that while he was born of pure hatred and his consistence was the Lapplander as when he was born, his mind and personality had certainly grown and he was a much more complex person than he had thought himself to be. But while their was unparalleled felicity between them, the world around them was not nearly as peaceful.

Even without the Demons'further intervention, New York and the world beyond were crumbling like sand. Through their action mechanism, the forces of Hell had awoken the most extreme desires and bias in society. Out in the streets, dissident were battling copper, Christians were attacking and killing Moslem in the streets, and rightist psychotic person were bombing everything from Planned parenthood to gay bar. It wasn't just in the city either, the social war waging in New House of York was triggering similar destabilization across the country and even across the world, setting the world on fervour and letting it burn in its own hatred.

Baltoh was sitting back on genus Selene's bed, holding her lap loosely with her back to him as she bounced up and down on his muscular phallus as if it were an exercise ball. Her boob were bouncing beautifully with each altitude and drop, so beautifully that Baltoh wished he could see her from another slant. With genus Selene on top of him, Baltoh was able-bodied to delve far mystifying into her hot wet pussycat than the first time, probing new folds and corners and driving her state of nature with lust.

The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon outside, New York was already fully repaired from the battle, and molly was unconscious in her flat, having had her memory wiped of the day's events. But none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the cryptic erotic hand clapping of Selene's bare ass and business firm thigh against Baltoh's lap, her euphoric moan, and the shadower of her bouncing tit against the far wall, cast by the light of the setting sun and watched almost obsessively by Baltoh.

"Oh god, I can't do it anymore. My branch are on fire and I'm so stock,"she groaned, due to the fact that they had already been at it for two minute, something that no even human male would be able to do.

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

Carefully holding her hip joint, he lifted her up as if she were as light as a outburst doll and suddenly rammed her bruised snatch, forcing his entire cock up into her body and making her scream in daze and joy at the unfathomable penetration. Keeping her elevated so that he had room to maneuver, Baltoh began driving his throbbing penis up into her with the velocity and power of a jackhammer, completely taking away all feeling in her legs and making her wonderment how she would ever be capable to walk ever again after such a hard fucking. Baltoh's scrotum and phallus were basically a blur as he moved with the speed of a machine, and both buff half-expected smoke to set about wafting from Selene's pussy from the pep pill and friction.

Regardless of the unequalled pounding, her dripping wet twat took his cock like a champion, being stretched pummeled to its limits but staying just as piano and wet as always. Now that Baltoh was holding her up and she didn't need to hold her Balance, the curvy beauty was moaning in bliss and rubbing the self-conceited backtalk of her pussy, barely able to tell when he was in or out of her due to the nifty size of it and the unbelievable speed.

After almost twenty moment, Baltoh slowed down before coming to a halt, stopping to catch his breath. Still not satisfied, Selene turned around and leaned over with a grin, kissing Baltoh on the lips while she slowly and gently rocked back and Forth River on his cock, bending it as it flexed in and out of her pussy. After the kiss, she raised her body and he began sucking on her breasts with gusto, savoring the taste and feel of her soft figure and the tumesce build of her tit in his mouth. As she moved back and forth on his cock, he had his workforce on her utter ass cheeks, squeezing them, smacking them, and rubbing them together against the shaft.

This continued on for several transactions until Selene finally dismounted him.

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

Any limpness in Baltoh's cock due to tiredness was instantly replaced with renewed vigor as he stared at the flawless curvature of her ass, the toned shapely cheeks, her hairless stretched cunt, and of course her untouched anus. Wrapping his branch around her body ( which was beautiful enough to be considered the female equivalence to the statue of Saint David and the human superior to every Hellenic language goddess statue ever carved ), he buried his face in her pussy like a dog in a peanut butter jar, slurping on her succus with relish and massaging her bruised inside with his tongue. While he pleasured her, her head was bobbing up and down rapidly as she gave him the right blowjob possible, stroking the shaft with one hand when it wasn't in her oral cavity and using her early hand to knead his balls. On the floor below, his buns was twitching anxiously with each exhilarating touch of her tongue, lips, and cheeks.

Gently slithering through genus Selene's pussy with his tongue, Baltoh was capable to perk up her in ways that pounding way at her with his dick never could. With the lowly poke or tremble of the forked process, he could make her entirely body jerk in ecstasy and created a flood of her delectable pussy succus. It didn't take much to drive her over the edge. After just a few minutes of eating her out, he could listen that signature tune orgasmic groan beginning rise, while suppressed of course of instruction by his cock filling her mouth.

Sensing his own orgasm coming, Baltoh began to shake off, giving Selene all the head word up she needed. Both lovers doubled their efforts, Baltoh groaning as Selene tickled the nous of his cock ceaselessly with her tongue and genus Selene moaning as she felt his soft wet tongue soothing her aching cunt like a big bowl of ice cream after a jalapeño pepper.

Finally, Baltoh's nerve was soaked in the climactic fluids of Selene's gates of paradise, drinking it all in like a man in the desert about to die of thirst. On the early end, genus Selene had pushed Baltoh's cock as far down her throat as possible without throwing up and was quickly stroking the saliva-soaked shaft, finally prompting him to literally erupt into a vent of semen, flooding her pharynx to the full point that she couldn't breathe and felt like she was drowning. She pulled his deflating cock out like an wake coma affected role pulling out a feeding tube and raised her psyche, swallowing Baltoh's seeded player. Her mouthpiece was devoid of seed but her tummy was so full 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 thing I have ever seen, your consistence will never neglect to amaze and conjure up me,"

"Let's just say that you've ruined me for all early men,"she purred humorously.

Baltoh sighed."I'm sorry, but I have to go. I would know to be capable to fall asleep holding you again, but after concluding night, I can't afford to let my guard down for so long."

"It's ok. I know that your mission takes priority ; after all, you're saving the world. Just call up that I'm here, and if you ever want to rest for a few hours, I'm always ready to cuddle,"she said sweetly, giving him another kiss before he got dressed.

He was about to leave, but something entered Selene's head that wanted to be spoken so badly that she could barely keep her mouth shut."Baltoh, is it possible to restore memory board that you or another Angel has erased ?"

With his foundation on her windowsill, Baltoh turned to her in curiosity."indisputable, but it isn't always pretty, especially when clip head. Why ?"

genus Selene had to bite down on her knife to keep from speaking without her mind's permission. This persuasion had been digging in her mind all day, festering like a bug bite that she could not block off scratching. Was she really going to ask this ? Was she really going to bring herself back there ? Was she really going to dig up the past ?

"That adult female who knew your name back at the office, she's my Friend, Molly. I was wondering if you… would be interested in a trinity ?"

Baltoh needed to angle against the windowpane, trying to retrieve his mental charge from the question."I don't think so. I don't know her and I don't combine her. I gave my centre to you, Selene, a sum that I can't believe I even have."

Selene stood up and walked over to him, letting the fading luminousness crystalize her defenseless body."I don't want you to love her, I'm not asking you to have got flavor for her. But making dear to you and having sex with her would make me well-chosen, plus I think a minuscule fun and pleasure would help you with all that hatred in your heart. I'm trying to get you to unlax a little, just enough so that you can know what it's like to be glad without beheading a giant. You are unique and that is why I love you. I don't want to commute you, I just want to hold you the pick of being at peace, and this is one thing that I think we would both enjoy,"she whispered with her hand on his chest.

Baltoh sighed again."I will cerebrate out it."





Chapter 6



Nergal was crouched over an void bowling alley, scribbling incantations on the flat coat in homo bloodline that he was reading off a shroud of the soma from a man's back. He was mumbling curse word as he tried to retain counting of the symbols and remember their specific order. There were chiliad of dissimilar symbols, all drawn around a ring that was a one C feet in diameter and even stretched into the third dimension on the wall of the edifice on either side of the alley.

Abaddon landed beside him, coming to tally in on his progress.

"Damn it, why the Inferno am I doing this useless shit ? I hate this piece stuff,"he complained.

"These symbols will save up you worthful time and probably your life. When I first summoned a repulsion dagger to this kingdom, I memorized the energy equating needed to right for the unlike dimensional factor and altered it for this spot. These symbolisation are the equivalence in a written form. Using this arrangement of incantations, the piece will take away a fraction of the clip and Energy it would normally require without experience.

You should be thanking me, I had to memorize thousands of symbols, flawlessly alter the equation, and then write it down for you neophyte. go on workings and do it right, or else we're all screwed."



"You know, I am ordered to try and belt down 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 York, she was the youngest, being just over half a century old with the body of a teenage girl.

"But never have you truly attempted it…"Baltoh mused, standing ten foot away with his blazonry cross.

"What do you want, Baltoh ? I could get in big worry for talking to you."

"That's just what I want Rosemary, to talk to you,"he said, walking over to her.

She finally turned to him, studying his face with her bright blue eyes.

"What do you think I am, not just as a mortal, but as an entity ?"

"Are you asking because I am the merely Angelica Archangelica aside from Gabriel that sought a cease-fire with you ?"

"It was never a armistice 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 battle by my side, you wanted to endure by my face as well."

A gentle breeze blew between them, making Rosmarinus officinalis's long red tomentum flutter and Baltoh's burning anchor ring shimmer. Baltoh then leaned against the unawares wall lining the roof with Rosmarinus officinalis, but she turned around.

"Do you call back those eld we spent in hell together ?"

"Yes, I do. You were just a newbie archangel, a bright-eyed rookie with dreams of changing the world."

Rosemary laughed as she thought back to it."I wanted to help lessen the Gargoyle universe, and I thought that if I went straight to the source, then I would be able to cut down their bit. Of course it wasn't that comfortable and I was brought close to death more times than I could count. I remember it so clearly, falling to the ground, beaten and battered after having been ambushed and overpowered by a group of Demons. As I listened to them talk about how they planned to plunder and kill me, I tried to work a single Muriel Sarah Spark of DOE so that I could teleport out of netherworld. Then, when all Bob Hope seemed lost, you appeared and slaughtered them all with a unmarried swing of your sword.

You healed my wounds, helped me regain my strength, and taught me about pit. I stayed with you for that month because you amazed me and I was grateful to you for saving my life. I could bear left any clock time, but I wanted to be with you. Three days, that was how long I had before they would notice my disappearance in Heaven, but in Hell, it was three howling years. I was desperate to find out everything I could about you, but you never told me even a single fact about yourself. But even without knowing anything about you, I had fallen in love before I knew it. Is that why you're asking me ?"

"I'm asking you, because in order for you to have ever felt that way about me, you had to have studied me and watched me closely. You had to take in analyzed me, and because of that, you know me ameliorate than near others."He said softly.

"But I didn't know you well enough. You rejected me, commend ? You said that you were incapable to sharing my touch. I was denied even a unity kiss."
"I thought I was, but it turns out I've fallen in love."

"With a human, I know. I saw you two kiss in that edifice. Why are you coming to me now ? After all, it seems like you two are just exquisitely on your own,"Rosemary asked coldly as she looked into the breeze.

"She asked me for something that most men pray to welcome and ask for instead. I say that because while I know picayune but anger, I know that it is a women's warmness and creative thinker that must be unlocked in a relationship, while the man is always willing. That's basically the condition quo of all relationships."

"So what was your pilot interrogative ?"

"What do you think I am, as both a person and an entity ?"He asked, shifting his stance and looking into the breeze the way she had done.

She raised her handwriting and gently brushed her delicate finger against the side of his facial expression."That's the thing Baltoh, no one knows what you are aside from an anomalousness. Maybe Jehovah does, but we certainly don't. As for what you are as a somebody, well… as I said before, you rejected me, recall ? I can't response that interrogation, because you won't let me in to see who you really are."

"I'm just trying to find out how often I am going to change if I stay with her, and why I love her in the firstly place."

Rosemary was silent for several moments.

"I think you love her because of what she is. You are both an Angelica Archangelica and a demon, a combining of the two ultimate supernatural beings, but that char is neither, she is just a powerless human being. You were brought to life history through death and ire of millions of killers who slew evil in the epithet of justice and sought that justice through slaying. She on the former handwriting is a vibrant and caring cleaning woman, who I imagine is full-of-the-moon of beloved and Energy. She's your exact antonym in every way.

I think the reason why you are with her is because you are trying to find peace and symmetricalness. Just like how you have somehow found balance between the light of Angelica Archangelica might and the wickedness of Demon top executive, your heart is trying to chance proportionality between the hatred that has kept you going and fighting and the feeling of sexual love and happiness that has shaken you to your core."

Baltoh shifted his gaze, letting her words sink in.

"Time in heaven does not reach as quickly as it does in perdition, every day here on Earth is a day in Heaven and a year in Hell. You are the oldest of us and undoubtedly the strongest. You've lived for eons with your soul filled with cipher but anger and a thirst for conflict, don't you think it's meter to forgive the universe and try to let some of that ira go ? Don't you think it's meter for you to be happy ?"

Baltoh looked back up at her, staring into her eyes.

"If you truly need my advice, then here it is : fall in this woman what she wants. If she is truly willing to be receptive when no former woman would, then I think she is trying to severalise you to be that open up as well. For once Baltoh, close your annexe and unfold your heart."

"Thank you,"he replied, standing up and turning away.

"wait,"rosemary said, drawing his aid back to her."My advice comes with a cost.

"What do you want ?"

"What I always wanted from you, ever since we met. Just one kiss,"she said with a small grin as she walked over to him.

"Rosemary, I can't. I—"

She placed her finger's breadth on his sassing and silenced him."Just a unity kiss, nil more. Please, just let me make love what it's like ; let me know what it feels like to be her."

Baltoh gave only a cryptic breathing time in reply. Wrapping her arms around his cervix, Rosemary stood up on her toes and kissed him, forming an airtight Navy SEAL with their lips. For several seconds, their lips 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. give thanks 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 Selene's island tabular array with her rima oris hanging open and her eyes rolled back. Baltoh had his glowing hand wrapped around her point, using his top executive to restore the computer memory that he had originally erased. molly had no idea what was going on ; genus Selene had just invited her to her apartment for an even of movies. She never even saw Baltoh or felt him come out his fingers on her scalp ; he just moved towards her invisibly and took her like a kidnapper with a chloroform rag.

It had taken a while for Selene and Baltoh to act up the courageousness to receive her and endeavor to retrieve her memories for a threesome, but after genus Selene ended the Call, she could feel her libido get-go to shimmer as retentiveness came rushing back like the juice of an sexual climax and mixing with the arising fancy. She truly wanted this, and as she became more and more wind up, she began recounting the taradiddle of her first gear fling with mollie to Baltoh.

At first he was skeptical and withdrawn at the thought of intimacy with this stranger, intimacy itself still a quagmire to him, but as Selene described that dark on the post base with particularly vivid point, he could feel his own sex drive growing in speciality and desire. Standing beside this woman, restoring her retention, Baltoh let his gaze wander up and down her cut underframe. He liked what he saw, and was beginning to search forward to this.

"William Tell me, Selene, what is the real understanding why you want this ?"Baltoh asked, eyeing Molly's plentiful bosom.

"What do you mean ?"

Baltoh smiled and gave a humble laugh."We haven't known each other long, but I can see right through you."

Selene gave a lazy smile and let her eyes drift up Molly's figure of speech, the figure of speech that she was intimately familiar with."Some friendly vengeance I guess. Alcohol doesn't ease up people different personalities ; it shows a small part of who they really are. mollie and I were both drunk off our asses and our true colour were played out and it seems some part of me enjoys being with woman and some part of molly wants to dominate me. Curled up with our faces between each other's stage was one of the most gratifying times of my lifespan, but regardless, Molly did lead reward of me. I want to penalise her, but I hold no grudge against her and feel naught but the care of our friendship, so I want to punish her in a way we can all enjoy. Now I have you, my Hell-stallion.

I want to see her get fucked, fucked hard. I want to be the one to use her this time, I want to be the one in control, I want her to obey my Order and take it as laborious as I want her to. But she is my protagonist 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 liveliness and shown me a globe that I never knew existed."

Baltoh smiled, feeling felicitous at the mass and sound of her happiness. ‘ It's just as Rosemary said : she is being this heart-to-heart so that I will be as well. She wants me included in her life, in her fancy, in her plans of the futurity. She wants me to be a part of every deep dark secret she has, because that's how a good deal she loves me,'Baltoh thought to himself, feeling a joyous affectionateness fill his heart as he gazed into Selene's adoring eyes.

"It's done,"Baltoh said, releasing Molly and stepping back while becoming invisible.

Without even seeing Baltoh behind her, Molly bolted to her feet and looked around wildly, more disoriented than the nighttime she discovered peach tree schnapps. She looked at Selene, gripping the sides of the board as if an earthquake was shaking the building. The storage of Baltoh crashing through the office building and Selene revealing his identity was flashing in her head like a strobe brightness. Selene's brilliant jet eyes kept flickering up and down, holding mollie's pretty blues and then breaking the gaze.

"Selene…. I… who was…"she stammered, trying to recollect every point of the winged man, standing behind her without her even cognisant.

With each endorse that passed by, molly became more wild and blur, eventually coming to the degree that Selene feared that she was going to make a complete mental breakdown. Looking past molly at the invisible Baltoh, Selene nodded with a stony formula. molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh wrapped his hanker tail around her like a boa constrictor to constrain her, taking the initial delight of feeling her body. He became seeable and stepped forward, standing right behind Molly and gently breathing on her neck. The beautiful blonde was completely terrify and looked straight ahead at Selene.

"Shhh, relax,"he whispered in her ear, making mollie shiver.

"mollie, you remember that guy I told you about ? This is Baltoh, a Demon-Archangel hybrid."

On cue, Baltoh brought his vast annexe into her peripheral vision as if they were closing in on her from all sides and placed his hands on her bare arms, gently dragging his claws against her silky flesh and giving her jackass gibbousness. He leaned his head past her shoulder and she nervously turned, looking upon his look and the calm/curious locution he was wearing. She noted the greyish skin, the silvery optic, the burning halo above his head, and the overall good looks of his appearance, something which strangely calmed her.

"Don't vexation, you're safe."

She shivered at his Word, 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 the pits, how he was born as a Demon and gained archangel powers, his war with the effect of shadow and his bloody feud with the personnel of paradise, what he was doing on earthly concern, and how they met. Essentially, she told mollie just enough to keep her from asking boost questions. As she spoke, Baltoh's breath was gently blowing on molly's neck and bare shoulders as he sampled her afters aroma and the tone of her subdued frame.

He was starting to like this little girl ; he could feel his sexual desire for her growing in mogul. It was not as focused and emotionally composite as his desire for Selene ; it was purely instinctual. As the arcminute passed, molly became less fearful and more queasy. The tactile sensation of Baltoh's ropey but potent tail squeeze and rubbing against her torso was replacing her original brat with sexual excitement.

"mollie, do you commend what I said when we were at the office ? What I described ?"Selene said, walking around the island mesa and leaning against it.

Molly bit her lip and nodded.

"Before I helped you up, you asked me if we could induce a triplet, do you commend ?"genus Selene asked, stepping towards her.

mollie nodded again.

"Do you still want one ?"genus Selene softly ask, her face inches from Molly's.

The aroused blonde nodded a one-third clock time, now with a coy smiling. In reply, Selene leaned forward and kissed Molly, letting their brim articulation and separate over and over again. Watching them intently, Baltoh could palpate his erection reaching its total size and pressed it against mollie's rear, making her wriggle in desire and lust as she felt the size.

Selene finally ended the kiss with mollie and turned to Baltoh. She leaned forward with her manus on his nerve and slipped her tongue into his sassing. Their clapper danced around each other while their brim met like crashing Wave, all while Molly hungrily watched them. After only half a minute, Baltoh pulled away from her and turned to molly. His hanker branched knife slowly reached out like a charm snake, making Molly's middle widen. He flitted his clapper between her rosy lip and slid it in, tasting the inside of her mouth and relishing her succulent flavor. Their brim touched and they began making out with mollie deep-throating Baltoh's spit.

Suddenly, Molly jerked and emitted a moan of pleasure. Selene had just reached into her skirt, under her moist lash, and was rubbing her vanilla extract slit, all while squeezing her own breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedchamber,"genus Selene purred, feeling the unparalleled sexual urge from the night of the Christmas party returning.

molly suddenly yelped as Baltoh picked her up off her feet and carried her with only his hind end. Retracting his wings into his back, he followed Selene into the bedroom and lowered Molly onto the bed, who was filled with both terror at the Demon-Archangel cross and sexual excitement as the host of the ménage à trois stripped down, standing completely naked and licking her lips.

Baltoh took a step back as Selene climbed up onto the bed, slithering behind Molly like a ophidian. 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 cleaning woman were pressed against each early. Without apparel in the way, Selene slid her hand down Molly's flat belly and began working her finger between her wooden leg, getting the soft pale lips as wet as possible while she fondled and massaged molly's breasts.

Watching genus Selene and Molly's glossa rub against each early in an oil dance between their lips, Baltoh could no longer comprise his throbbing sex drive. He pulled off his own clothes, instantly catching a hungry flavour from mollie as she laid eyes on his brawny erection. His tail end swishing and jumping behind him in turmoil, Baltoh moved up onto the bed and crouched down before Molly. She spread her peg wide to invite him and Selene moved her hand, granting him access code to the blond beauty's logic gate of paradise.

Baltoh looked up at Selene, seeking confirmation one last fourth dimension that she wanted this. genus Selene ended her candy kiss and nodded to him, causing molly to look down and stare in astonishment as Baltoh extended his yearn prongy tongue and tickled the very exterior of her vagina. molly's breathing became fast and heavy and she bit her lip as the two peak of his tongue gently touched her soft flesh, taking an initial taste of her succus. Baltoh licked her a second metre, poking and prodding the labia and making her hum and shiver in the teasing euphoria of the jiggling appendage touching her so intimately.

Baltoh finally inserted his tongue into her, making devote a shriek whine of pleasure as he orally entered her. He began swishing his tongue around and side to side in her velvet arm while he worked his brim against the entrance, stimulating her clitoris in slipway that she had never before experienced. Molly moaned in ecstasy, ineffectual to cover the delight that he was giving her. At her moans, Selene got up on her knees with mollie's question resting on her abdomen and hefted her firm breasts in her case. Molly hungrily took them with her lips, sucking on her left pap and swirling her knife around the areola as if her life depended on it. Feeling her friend excite the nerve close with such dedication, Selene hummed softly and rolled her head back, letting the tender jubilation roll over while she flexed her finger's breadth in her puss, taking them out after every other minute to lick off the succulent fluid.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to cum ! Oh please don't stop !"molly begged, releasing Selene's wet nipple.

With his face buried between mollie's stage, Baltoh looked up at Selene through his combustion halo. Selene winked at him and he winked in getting even, retracting his tongue and pulling away from her, regrettably so, as her juices were addictively delicious.

"Why did you stop ? That would have been the best orgasm of my life !"Molly exclaimed, already glistening with sweat from the gumptious euphoria that she had been about to experience.

"You don't get to cum until I say you can,"Selene whispered with her lips pressed against mollie's backtalk.

Baltoh sat up on his legs and lifted his prick, pointing it right at Molly's face.

"Go on, suck it,"Selene aggressively purred.

molly licked her brim and got on her hands and knees with her neck bent. She tentatively wrapped her hand around his genus Phallus, ineffectual to even stir her finger's breadth to her ovolo. She moved her hand back and forth, stroking out any flaccidity with the head just inches from her face. She slowly took the head in her back talk, trying to fit as very much as she could. Baltoh groaned as he felt her glossa tickling and tactile sensation every centimeter of the hot skin, flitting and wiggling it in the dent at the top and working it under the ridge above the outset of the shaft. mollie began bobbing her brain back and Forth, trying to see how much of Baltoh's prick she could take with the tip prodding the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

A sudden paroxysm came out of jolt from genus Selene's natural action. With about of the bed taken by Baltoh and Molly, Selene was forced to lay sideways across her pillow. She had a coy smiling on her fount, having just inserted her fingerbreadth into Molly's asshole. She was wiggling it around in the tight orifice, taking big delight in watching molly squirm. She then removed her finger and wrapped her lips around it, sucking it blank. Taking the opening, she spread mollie's ass cheeks and pressed her sassing against her anus while inserting her tongue. mollie groaned and hummed as she blew Baltoh, loving the touch of Selene's knife stirring her asshole and the wetness of her mouth mixing with the wetness of her plastered anus.

While she gorged herself on mollie's asshole, Selene worked her finger's breadth in her cunt, often stopping to form the pussy juice into Molly's anus. When she did this, she would remove her lips and work her digit into the pack, mixing the two fluids together. Then she would spread her anus with her fingers and make Molly shiver as she spat into the orifice, leaving a whiten glob of saliva nestled right the sensitive congregation of her rectum before continuing to eat her out.

On the other end, molly would often take Baltoh's cock out of her mouth, just so that she could spatter on the head and then rub her saliva across the shaft. She would smear his turncock across her face, coating herself in her spit and Baltoh's pre-cum like makeup, and put it back in her backtalk, where her foreland would bob back and Forth as she would take as much as she could without throwing up.

After a few minutes, Selene got up and lied beside Molly, who relinquished Baltoh's pecker. Selene hungrily took it, licking the shaft and head slurping off Molly's saliva as if it were the most delicious ice lolly on Earth. With a warm smile, Baltoh reached down and brushed her pilus, making her look at him with dearest and happiness in her oculus. She took his cock out of her backtalk and gave it back to Molly, who took great joy in licking off Selene's spit.

Selene then turned around and lied on her back with her legs gap. molly reluctantly moved aside and Baltoh crouched over her, giving her a long and passionate kiss to show that his feelings for her were in no way affected by Molly's bearing, and Selene returned the kiss to answer the message. With a smiling, he sat on his heels and put it cock right where it belonged. Selene cried out in a mix of euphoric pleasure and pain as the hefty Phallus penetrated her like a fist, making her arch her back and clench the side of meat of the bed to keep open from being forced against the headboard.

With his putz lodged all the way in her, Baltoh held her by the coxa and began driving deep into her with long potent knife thrust, very slowly bringing up his speed as he stretched her pussy to the required point. Beside them, Molly was fingering herself and pulling on her nipple, staring at Selene with envy and impatience as the desire to be fucked by Baltoh overcame her. Deciding to get involved in the activeness, she swung her leg over Selene's head and began straddling her human face in the same way Selene had tantalize hers during the Christmas party. Selene grabbed molly's splendiferous ass and gorged herself on her kitty, making the blonde have to run over on all fours from the paralyzing waving of joy Selene was sending through her body.

Reaching his full phase of the moon speed, Baltoh began hammering genus Selene's cunt like a machine, making the bed creak like a way full of rocking chairs and Selene's pap bouncing and roll like two water balloons. He leaned forward over Selene and she wrapped her stage around him while he sucked on her breasts, all the while fucking her with mighty swings of his pelvis. His knife-like setose tail was jerking and whipping the floor from his excitement.

Baltoh raised his head, looking at Molly's cycle ass less than half a groundwork from his face. He leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her anus the way Selene had done and pressed his back talk against the gang, anally pleasuring her with his mouth. From the incredible stimulation in her cunt and asshole, mollie was moaning in delight, gyrating her pelvic arch while Selene feasted on her delicious twat and Baltoh licked every corner of her bunghole with the impertinence rubbing against his typeface, loving the nothingness taste.

"Oh god !"Molly cried out, having an sexual climax that shook her to the degree that she thought that she would fall apart like a menage of cards.

Selene and Baltoh orally hung onto her, refusing to check licking as she experienced an anatomic earthquake of sensual gratification. As the orgasm came to an end, Molly dismounted Selene as if her font was a bicycle and she had just ridden in the duty tour De Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault. She rolled on her back against the headboard, rubbing the mouth of her pussycat. Selene sat up, her face and hairsbreadth wet with Molly's juices, and kissed Baltoh, the two of them exchanging the flavors that filled their mouths.

"Oh please make out me ! I want to be fucked !"Molly begged.

Without looking at Molly, Selene smiled and pressed her cheek against Baltoh's."Give it to her, hard,"she purred.

Baltoh nodded with an aroused smile and lied back on the bed, his cock pulsing slightly with each beat of his spirit. Reaching out with his tail, he picked up Molly as if she were as light as air and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Shaky with excitement, molly grasped his cock and guided it to her puss, fearful at having never taken one so large and wondering how it would even fit. She had to lift herself up off her articulatio genus just to get on top of it.

molly pressed the straits against her lips and tried to run it in, wincing at the already uncomfortable size. Gripping her by the pelvic arch, 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 march the huge conformation inside her ; it felt like a python was trying to ferment her into its den. Moving like a stalking lioness on the hunt, Selene crawled over to Baltoh while looking at Molly with a coy spirit her face, finally getting back at her for the party.

Selene bent down and gave Baltoh a ship's boat kiss, then proceeded to swing her leg over him and adjudicate down on his face. She immediately began to coo and hum as Baltoh went to work, probing her pussy with his tongue and working his backtalk against the entrance. With her whole consistency vibration, molly began shifting back and forth to the position, whimpering from the uncomfortable size on the tool inside her but slowly gaining some atonement out of it.

genus Selene leaned forward, comforting her admirer with a tenacious and mollify candy kiss. Their tongues passed their lip and began to swirl and enfold around each other, forming glistening duds of wetness between their oral fissure. Together they formed a pyramid of pleasure, and the longer they were in this position, the more up-and-coming mollie was while being fucked by Baltoh. Soon she was straddling him with more enthusiasm and even managing to stick out a few inches of bouncing.

seeing that Molly was now getting used to it, genus Selene wanted to take it to the next level. She got off Baltoh and crouched down, licking her juices off his face."Make her wow,"she whispered in his ear before kissing him.

Baltoh nodded and turned mollie around on his prick so that her vertebral column was to him, making her cringe at the unexpected social movement. Baltoh lifted her up as if she were weightless and slammed her down, making her scream in hurting like the start 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 clip with some delight in her voice. He lifted her up a third sentence and slammed her back down, her scream now a high-pitched moan. With a smile, he began moving her like a monster fleshlight, bouncing her on his peter with little effort. It took her a while, but in time, she began to take immeasurable pleasance in the penetration. With Baltoh holding her consistency and lifting her up and down, mollie was rubbing her puss in seventh heaven, which was stretched to its sheer maximum.

"Oh yes, fuck me ! Oh FUCK !"she cried out while genus Selene crawled over to her and began licking the sweat off her raw body.

belongings her stationary, Baltoh began moving his own body, jabbing up into her like a piston so quickly that his ball sack was an undistinguishable fuzz. molly's riot and moan were silenced and replaced with a mysterious gagging auditory sensation. Her centre rolled back into her head and her body became limp as she tried to process the acute sensations blasting through her veins. Baltoh's cock was being driven so far into her so quickly, she could barely breath and her ramification were completely numb. This was worlds beyond any have it off she had ever received with a human, and her body could barely get by with the active buffeting that Baltoh's bulging manhood was inflicting on her. The uncut slamming of her cunt brought about orgasm after orgasm until Baltoh finally had to stop to take hold of his breathing place. He lowered Molly down and laid her on her breadbasket, knocked out.

Concerned, Selene crawled over to her."Molly, are you ok ?"

"Don't headache, she's fine. I kept a stopping point eye on her physical and mental Department of State to pee-pee sure I didn't endanger her or inflict any real harm. Her psyche has just been completely overwhelmed by the sensations she felt while I fucked her and all the orgasms she experienced. It's basically a sexually make 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 meat off his cock. After slurping up every drop of pussy succus, she climbed onto his lap and penetrated herself, bouncing on and riding his manhood as if it were a coin-operated drive. She moaned softly as his cock stirred her cunt like a whisk and leaned forward, kissing Baltoh tenderly while he squeezed her shapely rear.

After ten arcminute, Molly began to excite, waking back up. Hearing her hums of enfeeblement, Selene dismounted Baltoh's dick and lied down on top of Molly, rubbing her white meat against her friend's back. Getting behind them, Baltoh fully revived Molly as he re-entered her, making her whimper in pleasance and her centre bolt open.

As Baltoh moved back and away inside mollie, genus Selene kissed her neck and rubbed their naked bodies together like two mating snakes.

"Oh yes, fuck my pussy. Oh my god, it's so big,"mollie moaned as Baltoh brought her to orgasm.

He pulled out her kitty didn't pull away. Instead he used the lubrication of her juices to slide his cock between her firm ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, biting his lip at the kinky tone of her soft flesh as he diverted the head back into Selene's slit. Still lying on top of mollie, Selene purred as her cunt was stretched like a rubber band and her soapy juices dripped into mollie's spread head ass. Baltoh began moving back and Forth River, fucking genus Selene shallowly so that he could stay fresh grinding his cock in between Molly's smooth ass cheeks.

Before long, he proceeded to the main issue and fully-entered Selene, forcing his stallion cock into her athirst pussy. As she was mounted like a dog and fucked with fast potent slash, Selene couldn't stop herself from moaning in go. With Selene moaning right in her ear and her taut nude eubstance rubbing and jiggling against hers, Molly was nearly brought to orgasm without any vaginal input.

"That's right sister, fuck me !"Selene groaned as her horniness made her bluff and excited.

After a few moment of fucking her, Baltoh moved back down to Molly, pushing his glistening cock into her deliciously soft slit, using the wetness from Selene as lubricator.

"Oh god, that feels so good !"Molly whined as he began thumping her, slowly moving up to full focal ratio while Selene kissed her neck.

For half an hour, Baltoh switched back and forth between the spooning women, fucking one for respective minutes before moving to the early. As they took bend being fucked, Selene and Molly were running their hands 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 up it. I really want to suck it,"Molly pleaded as Baltoh brought Selene to her umpteenth orgasm.

Wet and glistening, Baltoh pulled his shaft out of Selene as she got off her friend. Desperate as a offer woman of the street, mollie turned and tried to lick Baltoh's shaft, but Selene stopped her.

"Please, I want to taste it,"molly whined.

genus Selene smiled and pressed her lips against the tip, leaving a boastfully glob of spit. mollie desperately began sucking Baltoh off, slurping up her friend's spit and vaginal fluids as if her life depended on it. While molly blew Baltoh, genus Selene was on all fours by the headboard, spitting onto her hand and them wiping it on her asshole.

"Baltoh, baby, I want you all the way inside of me. You're the but 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 possible to fit his cock in her. But while he was filled with uncertainty and the last thing he wanted to do was cause the woman he loved any physical soreness, her intelligence did gift him an easing affectionateness. He had said before that he could see right through her, and what she had told him held no lies, neither to him or herself. She truly did hope him and love him.

Molly sat back, a feeling of astonishment on her face as she realized that now was her metre to provide the two lovers with some blank space. With Selene on all fours, Baltoh leaned over and left a line of kisses up her back and along her shoulder and neck opening, making her purr at his touch."Are you for sure you want this ? There is no way I can do it without it hurting,"he whispered in her ear.

"It is the ultimate challenge, and you know how a great deal I love challenges. Any pain I will finger will be my tryout in showing you my love."

He replied with a kiss to the back of the ear and then sat up.

"wait, let me avail,"mollie said softly, kissing Baltoh on the shoulder joint and moving over to genus Selene.

molly gently spread genus Selene's jet black ass cheeks and stretched her asshole with her middle fingerbreadth. Convulsing her cheek, Molly dribbled a mouthful of saliva straight into Selene's anus, filling it up and making it spill over so that a small flow flowed down in between the dampish lips of her pussy. Taking a rich breather, Baltoh pressed the head of his cock against her oiled arse and slowly tried to advertize it in. Immediately, he grunted from the tightness of her motherfucker. He couldn't even fit the brain in ; it was like trying to do it a rubber eraser stria for a lobster nipper. He continued to push, slowly stretching her anus and making genus Selene whimper and cringe. Beside her, Molly was spitting every chunk of saliva she could gather onto the head of Baltoh's penis, lubricating him.

Baltoh gnashed his teeth and carved a foresighted wisecrack in the floor with his buns as he finally managed to pop the header of his cock into her anus like pulling on a shirt that was far to humble. Selene had her face rested against the headboard and was chewing on her pillow like a odontiasis dog, whimpering in painful sensation but not complaining and not signaling him to terminate or decelerate down.

Now that he had worked the capitulum in, the hardest function was over. Grateful for all the spit that genus Selene and Molly had used to lubricate her anus, Baltoh began to slowly push forward, millimeter by mm, biting his lip as he tried to hold the tightness while molly supportably spread Selene's ass buttock. She also tried to console genus Selene, stroking her tomentum, kissing her defenseless flesh, and even working her fingerbreadth between Selene's peg.

Time passed, the second on the genus Selene's bedside alarm clock rolling with each in, but eventually, Baltoh had worked his penis halfway into Selene, who was breathing heavily and trying not to move. It was obvious that it was the terminal point that he could diffuse her.

"Are you alright ?"he asked, brushing his hand against her buttock as if checking for a fever.

"I'm fine, just be gentle,"she whispered, as if suffering from a bad sore pharynx.

Baltoh nodded and kissed her lowly back, giving genus Selene a moment to get accustomed to the dandy mass stretching her anus. With her giving the OK, he slowly began to force out of her, moving again millimeter by millimeter, and making her shake and wince. Keeping his head inside, he came to a halt and began pushing it back in. Selene brought her headway up and gripped the English of the headboard, panting heavily as her rectum was repacked. Continuing to actuate slowly, Baltoh could finally convey note of how good her anus felt. While her pussycat had not nearly been as cockeyed and devoid of lubrication, the slit-shape had been a strange fit around his cock. Now, her perfectly round asshole was squeezing it from all English equally, and while it was clenching with incredible force, it was a much more rude fit.

burial it almost up to the hilt, Baltoh gave genus Selene a minute before retracting his phallus, this time pulling it back in a single virgule. Selene did not wince or whimper, instead, she bit her lip in delight 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 feels so just. Just like that baby, just like that,"she purred, laying her head down on the pillow with her ass sticking up into the air.

Baltoh replied with a soft kiss on her vertebral column and stood up, unable to do it her on his articulatio genus due to the angle of her ass. He reinserted his cock and proceeded to lease up a dull 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 recollective dumb apoplexy, turning her humming into moans of bliss that were slowly growing in loudness as he grew in speed. While he rocked her world, Molly was behind her with her aspect buried in Selene's exposed snatch, taking the chance to begin going down on her.

Before long, Baltoh was moving at a fast footstep and the apartment was filled with the speech sound of genus Selene's ass slapping against his thighs and her glorious moan of pleasure, both from the anal penetration and her sound ally gorging herself on her hot, wet cunt. The bed was creaking like an old sign of the zodiac as it struggled to care the downward shot of Baltoh plunging into Selene's asshole. Eventually, Baltoh reached his top speed and was slamming her asshole with such upper and top executive that it would forever be as loose as a couple of sweatpants. Selene was giving a incessant scream of mind-numbing euphoria, having lost all feeling from the waist down except the virtuoso of incredible pleasure.

"Oh god, I'm cumming !"she hollered, her body convulsing as endless wizard shot through every fiber of her being.

After ten seconds, she became as limp as rag and collapsed on her side, panting heavily and trying not to draw out. Slowly, Baltoh removed his shaft from her anus, which was gaping open and refused to return to its original size of it. He pointed it downwards and Molly hungrily took it in her mouth, mystifying 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 number. I want you to have it off my ass just like you fucked hers,"mollie said.

"Selene ?"Baltoh asked.

"Go ahead, I just ask a minute to catch one's breath. She deserves to feel as good as I did."

molly moved to the infantry of the bed and got on all fours, spitting into her hand and smearing her spit in her anus. She even spread her ass cheeks and pulled the ringing unfold so that Baltoh could ptyalise into it, due that he couldn't do it because of his claws.

"Don't worry, it won't be as firmly as with genus Selene. I've taken it up the ass before, and it's my favorite,"She said with a sexy winking.

Baltoh gave a wear down grin and got back on his knees, moving over to her and pressing the head of his dick against her cocksucker. Gritting his teeth against the tightness, 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 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 holla were sundry with screams of pain.

Baltoh was able to get all the way inside her in just two minutes, much faster than with Selene. Gripping Molly's hips, he began slowly pumping her, forcing her voice to increase in intensity while his fastness slowly rose. Before prospicient, her ass was smacking against his second joint with the Lapplander glorious clapping sound as he fucked her like a dog, making her scream at the top of her lungs in delight and pain.

Just he was about to kick it up to his maximum velocity. Selene appeared beside Baltoh. He looked at her and was at awe by her looker, the dessert smile on her cheek, and the unparalleled sexual love in her middle. She leaned forward and began kissing him, both passionately and tenderly. Without ending the buss, Baltoh went up to his top speed, fucking mollie's mother fucker so hard and so fast that the sound she was making almost sounded inhuman and the shaft of his rooster could barely be discerned in the speedy 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 thunderous orgasm. Baltoh slowed down and came to a halt, finally pulling out of her and leaving her anus as a recondite gaping Crater. Molly collapsed, gasping for air, and Baltoh sat against the wall with Selene beside him.

"I can't oblige out much prospicient. My staying power has run out and I'm close to reaching my climax,"he panted.

"funny, you've been fighting nonstop for thousands of old age, but a couple women from Earth can leave you completely drained,"genus Selene mused, kissing Baltoh on the cheek. She then looked at her champion."molly, how about we finish him the Saami way we finish each former ?"

Tired but more than than willing, Molly sat up with a smile."I'd lovemaking to."

With Molly to his right and Selene to his left, Baltoh sat against the bulwark while the two char moved closer to each early, interlocking their legs and getting into the scissoring position with Baltoh's cock between their pussies. Gyrating their hips, the two women began grinding the sass of their bitch against the lance, and Baltoh's breathing became heavy as the indulgent skin rubbed against his dick in a way standardized to a hand job. Just the mental opinion and the paradigm were as effective as the physical experience, both for him and his lover and intimate familiarity. Selene and Molly were groaning softly in pleasance as they grinded his stopcock against their egotistical snatch, loving the feeling the hot member against the lips, their smooth thighs rubbing against each other, and the act of reaching out and squeezing each other's breasts.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as several deep stream of ejaculate shot out and up from the header, far more than any even human amount. The albumen outflow covered Selene and Molly's laps, basically glazing their puss in spermatozoon. Staying pressed together, Selene and molly slowly scraped the semen off his hammer and resettled on his ramification, scissoring to the breaker point of orgasm as they both savored the feeling of Baltoh's seed sliding between their smooth wet pussies and the balminess of each former's lips.

Having climaxed, the two charwoman separated and got into the 69-position, feasting on the sperm that covered and filled their puss as if it were chocolate syrup. After every glob was licked up, they both settled against Baltoh, curled up at his face like fond cats.

"That truly was most enjoyable,"he sighed with his eyes closed and his erection finally deflating.

The two women just hummed in hackneyed agreement with their faces buried his chest. With a smile, Baltoh sat up for a moment to let his wings extend from his body, 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 to preserve her middle open.

"Invite me over whenever you want, I'm always cook and hungry for cock,"molly replied, giving a small stretch and rubbing her nipples against Baltoh's bare chest.

"Oh, we'll definitely invite you,"Baltoh said as Selene wrapped her fingers around his flaccid shaft and gently stroked it, unable to shoot herself away from it.

"Actually, don't ask in me too often,"Molly then said.

Selene opened her eyes and looked at Molly."What's wrong ?"

"Nothing. I would have sex 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 nearly of the time, and this isn't a relationship for three. Consider me a once-a-week special."

Selene smiled and leaned forward, kissing the blonde beauty and licking Baltoh's ejaculate out of every recession of her mouth."I know you're mostly saying that because your entire small torso is completely numb and you don't think you could survive getting fucked that hard every day of the week, but I also know that you truly mean that, and I thank you,"said genus Selene after she pulled away her lip, wet with Molly's saliva.

Baltoh leaned down with a smile, kissing Molly on the forehead and then Selene on the mouth. Kept warm by his body heat from their naked consistence pressed together and the blanket-like backstage, Selene and molly slowly drifted to sleep with their stage wrapped around his second joint and faces buried in his chest. With a smile on his face, Baltoh rested his cheek against the top of Selene's head and drifted to sleep.



As planned, Baltoh woke up a few hour later in the middle of the dark, fully rejuvenated. genus Selene and Molly were still pressed against him in the Same billet, their naked 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 splash in the slightest when he got out from under them. Once on his ft, he picked them both up and set them straight in the bed with the blanket over them. Their sleeve were wrapped around each former's naked bodies, their nipples were touching, and their foreheads were pressed together.

Baltoh stood up and got dressed, smiling from the endorphins still rushing through his body. He turned around and looked back at the sleeping woman. They both looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and so sexy. He desperately wished he could wax under the book binding with them and shine asleep with their naked bodies pressed against his, but after the first-class honours degree Night he spent with Selene, he could not risk it ; he could not risk isolating himself from New House of York urban center when there were now six Demons that could strike at any prison term. Even with the garden angelica around, the death toll 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 cheek pressed against both of theirs.



A month had passed since Baltoh and Selene first made dear, and to Baltoh, it was the with child calendar month of his lifetime, as well as the most illuminate. Every day, often multiple times, he and Selene would get together and reenact that sweet passionate bond. Baltoh could not get enough of Selene's flawless body, he we practically idolized and worshipped her for her divine beauty, and loved her for her cherubic soul and ship's boat heart. Selene was very similar in that paying attention, in that nothing could ever appease her desire to ride and soak up Baltoh's mesomorphic stopcock. surely, she had always enjoyed sex, but never before had she desired it so powerfully and for so long. Being adumbrate with Baltoh was turning her into a barbarian hellcat, as if her proximity to the half-Demon was turning her into a daemon in the shift. She just couldn't subprogram without either walking bowlegged after being ridden like a wild mare or was about to be.

Every minute that they were apart, they each day-dreamed about joining their bodies together in that loving physical bond, though that wasn't all they did when they were together. They spent as much time as they could talking, with Baltoh asking everything he could about genus Selene's past and trying to get word as much as he could about the womanhood he loved, and Selene probing his subconscious mind to learn as practically 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 thing like ism, chronicle, psychological science, and everything else that would let her see how the geared wheel in his nous turned. She also asked him enquiry about the universe and Hell, not specifically what Hell itself was like as she had before, but instead about the multitude he had met, the battles he had fought, the adventures he had experienced, and his computer memory from liveliness in the inferno. There were also doubtfulness about his activity on solid ground, as when genus Selene discovered just how a good deal collected time he had spent in the worldly concern of the aliveness since his nascence, she found that they had a lot more to talk about than she thought.

He also got to pass time with molly, who treated him the same way she treated Selene. His relationship with her was the for the first time of its kind, caring but Platonic. With Selene, he had learned to be a fan. With rosemary, he had learned to be a instructor, and with mollie, she had learned to be a ally. He enjoyed talking to her, coming to understand what it meant to socialize. Then of course there was the sex. Molly often joined the two lovers for ternion, her hunger for Baltoh's cock and genus Selene's twat bringing her to the apartment a few times a week. Baltoh certainly didn't mind, as he enjoyed fucking her like a machine, and Selene showed absolutely no displeasure or protectiveness. If anything, she seemed happiest when she had both Baltoh and Molly with her, as if her world was complete.



The six devil all stood around a small-scale campfire of human bones from their last meal, deep below the city. All eyes were on Abaddon, the Demon first appointed to be in charge of this project. Only he could make the decisiveness for the succeeding step to be made, and once it was implemented, there would be no going back and nowhere good to run. They would bring home the bacon or they would all die.
"Alright, let's do it."



Baltoh raced across the city, returning from a Gargoyle disturbance out on the outskirts. He had slain the lone beast while it fed on a drug addict passed out in an bowling alley, only to take his attention drawn back to genus Selene's flat through the feather he had given her. Through the link between he and Selene, he could feel heavy fear and infliction, and knew without a fantasm of a doubt that she was being attacked. Just hours ago, he had been in another trinity with her and mollie, and now both woman were in danger.

He was flying through the city faster than an armor-piercing bullet, creating a pulse shockwave that pushed aside the air as he flew and then created a vacuum behind him, impregnable than the vacuum of space. Behind him, the air was being pushed and pulled with so much top executive that every window in the building lining the streets was reduced to powderise and all the cars were yanked into the air like fallen leaves, essentially turning the space behind him into a rash of glass and rubble.

Baltoh's aspect was contorted into a ferocious scowl as he honed in on Selene's apartment, his blade in hand and his teeth and claws sharpening in his rage. Whoever it was that dared attack Selene, he would take a shit them ache the tortures of Inferno a chiliad times over. He finally reached the apartment, slowing down and becoming nonphysical before passing through the wall.

Everyone in the apartment building had been brutally murdered and genus Selene's unit of measurement was in ruins, with all the furniture smashed to pieces and the bulwark shredded with chela St. Mark. Selene was gone and in the middle of the apartment lay mollie, the life torn from her tormented body. The island table had been ripped free of the kitchen floor and moved into the inwardness of the den, with the slain beauty sprawled out on it as if it were a mediaeval torture rack, her wrists and ankles nailed to the corners.

Baltoh slowly walked over to molly's lifeless stiff, his eyes wide and his breathing shallow. He had witnessed and experienced the worst straining of pit, but seeing her, the woman he considered his high-priced Friend and had been physically intimate with, lying there on that table was more than than he could endure. Her integral pelvic region had been completely destroyed, having been raped anally and vaginally to the point where her renal pelvis was crushed into splinter and her wooden leg were barely clinging to her body. Her thigh as ass cheeks were riddled with pungency marks and had chunks ripped out of them from when the Demons decided to sample her soft flesh. Her breasts had been reduced to thick bloody strips, having been carved and cut up in senseless overrefinement to make her suffer. Her fingers were broken and her sleeve were covered in lacerations, as if they had been whipped with spiny wire. Her header was barely connected to her body, her pharynx having been nearly melted off from being forced to swallow daimon spermatozoan. Her buttock had been ripped open, near likely by accident when the ogre took turns raping her mouth. Her eyelids had been cut off so that she could not blink and the eye themselves had been carved out. Her ears had been ripped off and she teeth fool along her throat. endure but certainly not to the lowest degree, her brass was badly burned and disfigured, having been chemically melted by daimon sperm being ejaculated straight onto her face.

His hands shaking, Baltoh removed the nails and lifted Molly's lifeless consistency, holding it tightly."I'm so no-account, I didn't mean for this to bump to you. I never wanted you to be harmed. I will avenge you, sweet soul,"he murmured with his cheek pressed against his frontal bone.

In his ticker, the feelings he had developed for her were now like poison in his mineral vein as he mourned her qualifying. However they did it, the daemon had tortured Molly far longer than the signal of Selene's risk had been felt. nearly probably, they had taken Molly and did this to her while Selene was still asleep, probably kept from waking up through a Demon spell. Everyone in the flat building had been killed so that the police wouldn't be called when she started screaming. They wouldn't have been capable to block off the Demons, but they would take been an annoyance and an suspension. After all the eons he had spent being tortured in underworld as a horde of human souls, he could well imagine the pain she had experienced and the agony in her screams.

Baltoh's attention was suddenly pulled from Molly by a tintinnabulation auditory sensation. Situated on one of the stools form the island table, genus Selene's headphone sat two meters away, ringing as if nothing had happened. Baltoh already knew who it was ; he could sense the inhuman treatment through the lineage without even holding the phone. Trying to keep his temper in check, he walked over and picked it up.

"What a grand art object of technology that these human beings have invented. The ability to talk to anyone anywhere at any time…"Abaddon's vocalization remarked on the other end.

"You've already signed your decease warrant. For dragging Selene into this, I will make you stand more torment than all the prisoners of Hell across all of account. I will inflict Thomas More pain on you than your high-risk nightmare 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 mercy for what you did to her,"he said, his spokesperson icier than a Siberian winter.

"Oh, don't worry, we haven't touched Selene. That blonde girl was just a bit of fun and entertainment, not to advert she served as a good example. But damn, she sure could learn a dick and she screamed so beautifully as I carved her breasts undetermined like crappy melon vine. Hmmm, delicious. But the upright component part was how she screamed your name."

"Every word you speak will be another million thoughts that race through your mind in which you pray for death."

"I would look out the threats if I were you. We haven't touched Selene yet, but if you push us, we will. I have her here with me, I'm keeping her tied up with my tail so that I can feel that physical structure of hers, and boy, it for certain is beautiful. I'm looking forward to mounting her and licking the teardrop off her nerve as I rip her ass into bleeding shreds."

Baltoh took a recondite breath."What do you need ?"

"Your assist. Once the sun comes up in a few hours, we shall make our move. Not only will you persist out of our way, but you will also keep us safe from the forces of Heaven. While we are working, you will keep every Angel and Archangel out of our affaire. If any of us sees so much as a single feather while we are working, I assure you that my fellow and I will spend every endorsement of our lives tormenting this minuscule beef in shipway learned straight from the Masters of anguish themselves. She will support more than any human, inhabit or dead, has ever endured, and it will all be because of you. You had better keep the Angels busy, because if you fail, genus Selene will see being gang-raped to be a massage compared to what we have in depot for her."



The sun slowly rose with a bright rosy red nicety, giving Abaddon a maniacal grin as he thought about the blood soon to be spilled. He was standing in the geographical nerve centre of New York City, invisible to everyone wandering the streets. Hidden in a nearby alley, Selene was tied up with the after part of Abaddon's go leftover Gargoyle, shivering as the picnic kissed her raw soma the same way Baltoh had as well as Molly, who's utterly torso she had stumbled across in her destroyed apartment. Her face was streaked with bust at the horrible mess of molly's bloody butcher carcase and the opinion of fearful helplessness that flowed through her vena like ice water supply.
She had woken up, her bed evacuate, and Molly's dress still on the base. She got up to look for her champion, wanting to go back to sleep clutching mollie's warn naked form against hers, lusting for the flavour of her easy skin against her own. She walked into the kitchen, hoping to notice mollie and maybe eat little late-night snack off her boob, and instead found her best friend and lesbian lover nailed to her island table, getting her entrails ripped out and wipe out by four demon while the fifth raped her sassing.
Selene rushed back into her sleeping room, reaching for her purse on her bedside table and just managing to concern the plumage and alert Baltoh before Abaddon appeared behind her and grabbed her by the throat."There you are, my aphrodisiac little jezebel,"he said, lifting her off her metrical foot and imbibition 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 destruction of her friend and praying for the man she loved to come save her. She wanted to scream, to call out for somebody to help her, but Abaddon had warned her that if she made so much as a phone, he would cut off her titmouse, eat one, and then force-feed her the other.

Out in the street, Abaddon took a bass breather and stretched. The time had finally come. Dredging up his power, he crouched down and slammed his hand on the soil, casting a tour and sending out an energy signal his comrades to do the same."daemon Art : revulsion obelisk Summoning !"




Chapter 7



Upon sensing Abaddon's raised DOE degree, the four stationed-Archangels took flying, rushing to the scene. Flying in establishment, they zoomed towards the site but were suddenly stopped as Baltoh appeared before them with a stony formula on his grimace and blade in hand.

Raphael drew his claymore and pointed it at him."What the snake pit are you doing Baltoh ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can not let you pass on,"he said softly, raising his arm and holding his sword to his position.

growl, Michael materialized his sword as well."You bastard ! I knew that you were no right than they were ! You've been on the devil'side since the offset !"

Baltoh bit his lip and looked at Rosemary, who had a very tense and guarded look on her fount but oddment in her eyes."No, I am not on the ogre'side. They are holding the woman I love, and in homecoming for her secure restitution, I must go on you from interfering. Do not retain it against me, for I am doing this only if to get her back."

"One human is not worth the whole world !"Michael yelled, shooting towards Baltoh with his sword raised. He swung his sword diagonally, aiming for his neck opening, but Baltoh calmly reached out and caught it with his bare hand as if Michael were just a child 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, right below the centre.

The sword burst out his back and Michael vomited a huge sputter of blood. The former Archangels stared in jolt at the merciless wound and then gasped as Baltoh ripped his blade free, tearing out slip of Michael's soma that were stuck on the serrations and gut-hook. For the second time, Michael was thrown back, critically wounded with rip streaming from his mouth.

"That should evidence you how commit I am to saving genus Selene,"he said darkly, swinging his brand to swash off the blood.



Across the city, in five key power point where the symbolisation had been drawn, Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all slammed their hands on the priming, having sensed the signal from Abaddon.
"demon Art : Inferno Abyss Summoning !"



"Angel Art : ideal Beckon ! All holy person close in on the six daimon localisation, stop their spells at all price !"Gabriel stamp, using the while to get hold of all the Angels in New York while Raphael caught Michael and began healing his wound.
"Angel Art : Crusaders Cathedral Summoning,"Baltoh said, snapping his fingers.
Down below them, a nearby construction shattered as a new body structure was built in its shoes, a massive cathedral built solely out of a single piece of marble. The windowpane of the opulent church were all colored and ornately arranged to spring collage of paragon, made with cold skill and glistening brighter and more brilliantly than a rainbow made of gems. Above the smashing oak doors was a rose window, made of trash sundry with gold and silver to take shape a sun surrounded by wizard. The roof of the cathedral was adorned with statues of Angels, all in pose of supplicant or charity, and the bell towboat was decorated with statues of Archangels, all standing resolute with their sword in bridge player but resting with the baksheesh on the background, as if they were waiting for engagement. At the very top of the column was a clay dove, holding an olive arm in its beak.
Not even seeing the cathedral, the citizenry in the street and nearby building fled at the original structure's collapse. Slowly, the doors opened and Angels streamed out, confused at the sudden change of scenery. The Crusading Cathedral worked on holy man in the Same way the Conjuring Necropolis worked on Gargoyles, teleporting them from across one plain of existence to help whoever had summoned the duomo. In this pillowcase, all the Angels that were on their way to try and lay off the daemon had now been teleported to the scene of the battle.

Baltoh calmly pointed his hired hand at them."Angel Art : Rosary Restraints."Countless chain of rosary bead were shot down at the holy man, tying them all up so that they could not leave and attack the demon."I'm sorry, but I can not let any of you pass. I must do everything I can to preserve Selene condom, even if that means taking constituent in the end of world."

"You bastard !"Gabriel yelled, creating his sword and about to charge.

"time lag,"Rosmarinus officinalis said, putting her hand on Gabriel's shoulder to stop him."Baltoh, you understand that we can not just sit idly by while the Demons try to demolish the earth, and I understand that you can't just sit by while the woman you love is killed because we interfered. Neither you nor us can be convinced to vacate the duty beset upon us, so let's break off arguing and competitiveness as we are meant to, each trying to protect what we hold pricey, with each cause touch in worthiness !"she said with dreadful declaration in her voice. Holding out her hand, rosemary brought forth her broadsword into being."From this decimal point on, there is no more discernment. You will entertain nothing against us and we will concord zip against you. We fight with laurels, using only our swords, not our words."

"Thank you,"Baltoh whispered, preparing for their attack.

Both Archangels flew towards him and brought their swords down towards his head, but he blocked them with his own with little exploit. His tail suddenly jerked, reaching out and knocking aside Raffaello Santi who had tried a sneak onset from behind. With his font downcast, Baltoh easily pushed Gabriel and Rosemary back, then delivered a mystifying solidus across their tummy and sent them tumbling down out of the air.

Hitting the priming, rosemary quickly cast a healing charm on herself. While her anatomy and clothes stitched themselves back together, she looked back up at Baltoh, who's eyes were still hidden by his punk, even as he turned and smacked aside a immortal ray from Michael with his sword.

‘ Why do you not touch our regard ? Are you afraid to face upon us, or afraid of us looking upon you ?'Rosmarinus officinalis thought to herself as she took to the air."Angel Art : annulus Discus !"she called, pulling a chain of halos 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 marking appeared before him, acting as a roadblock and catching all the hold aura. Baltoh then turned around, lazily blocking a frenzy of stabs and slashes from Gabriel as if he were moving in slow motion.

"Demon Art : Dark Shackles."From the metallic element band around his wrist, several bladed chains shot Forth River like a fuddle net and wrapped around Gabriel, sending him plummeting back to the street.

‘ Why do you press us now with so much shame when you have shown no hesitation in striking down an archangel before ? Why do you overpower us so easily, but fight like you haven't slept in three days ?'rosemary 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 attack. Rosmarinus officinalis shot forward with white flames streaming up her steel, increasing the cutting power. Baltoh opened up his defence to barricade her attack, deflecting the strike with a work-shy baseball swing of his sword, still keeping his face shape in phantasm. Moving silently, Raphael attacked from behind. Like rosemary, his sword was burning with Andrew D. White flame, increasing the penetrating force so that it could get around even Baltoh's skin.

He plunged the sword into the loan-blend's back, lodging the tip in the solid muscleman but unable to go in yesteryear the ribs. Baltoh shook only from the shock but showed no response to it, as if he hadn't even felt the brand Pierce his build. Instead, he pointed his finger's breadth at Rosemary with a dark domain of vigour charging at the tip of his claw."Demon Art : Dark Pulse."He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a heavy eruption of shadow vigor that was so big in diameter that it completely consumed her.

She was thrown out of the sky, her shape badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the remains of her getup. ‘ Why do you demonstrate remorse, but not anguish ? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you wanted it ? Are you trying to block our attempt or punish yourself ? Do you even know ?'

Baltoh quickly turned around towards Raphael, pulling the sword from his hand with his own sword raised. He brought the jagged blade down, cutting a erect line down that sliced off his annexe, his arm, and his leg. Hollowing in pain and unable to maintain his raising, Raphael landed in the street in a pool of his own blood.

Baltoh looked to the side, spotting Michael trying to hook away to go stop Abaddon. With his paw hitch and clammy, he pointed his finger at him."monster Art : Claw Bullets,"he cast, launching his talons like stave from miniskirt guns at Michael.

The claws ripped apart the street like mortar shells as he corrected his aim, bringing up the five watercourse of razor hummer and finally riddling Michael with fix, sending him crashing down into the street like a WWII plane.

"backer Art : Ultimate Penitence !"Gabriel stamp, finally breaking free of his straitjacket of hell on earth chains.

Upon the public figure of the tour, a car-sized wooden hybridization fell out of the sky, neat towards Baltoh. But just as it was about to set down public square on the top of his head, it touched his halo and was instantly reduced to ash.

Near where Gabriel lay, Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed her burns and repaired her clothes. ‘ You used to be so calm and tempered, your burning hatred under mastery and compacted like a star. Now it seems like the passion and big businessman is still there, but the flames have died out, leaving only burns. Where is your hatred now directed ? How can you live with so very much anger in your heart, so practically hatred ?'

With yowl of determination, she and Gabriel barb towards Baltoh with their swords burning with whiteness flames, desperate to drive home any accidental injury. Gabriel attacked directly with his steel above his principal to try and turn in a cleanup strike and Rosmarinus officinalis went towards the side, planning on quickly shifting to the back while Gabriel drew his care. Baltoh swung his sword to block Gabriel's attack, but before Rosemary could strike, he reached out and stabbed him through the flop lung with his helping hand, sending his clawed finger's breadth bursting out of a gawk hole in Gabriel's back. Without even looking at her, Baltoh then reached back with his keister and stabbed Rosmarinus officinalis through the stomach, running her through as if she were made of newspaper publisher and then dropping her.

"Or is that that what you hate near of all is yourself ?"Rosemary whispered as the air whistled past her.

Rosemary and Gabriel fell down into the street, where Michael and Raphael limped over to help them with their injuries as well as continue treating their own. Once they were all healed, the garden angelica decided to go at it all together. Dredging up their mightiness horizontal surface one last time, they took to the air and encircled Baltoh, keeping their distance while they channeled all their Department of Energy into their swords. In their hearts, none of them believed that it would truly form, but they had to do everything they could to try and beat him.

Roaring in both defeat and determination, they all lunged towards Baltoh with their steel held back, prepare to stab.

"holy person Art : Crusading Canter,"he murmured, swinging his sword.

Instantly, the four Archangels all stopped in midflight as outflow of blood filled the air. They all cursed and gagged in pain as they looked down. In a 1 nanosecond, Baltoh had slashed them all across the stomach, cutting so deep that he had been just a few inches away from completely severing their turn down physical structure. Their trunk cut capable and unable to take the air, the Archangels once again fell out of the air and landed in the street, defeated and on expiry's door. Unable to let on free of the rosary chains that held them like forte-piano wire, the crowd of Angels could do nothing but sentinel in horror and dread as their leaders crawled across the basis like worms, beaten and exhausted. The four hero grouped together, desperate to descend up with some kind of strategy.

"Is it possible ? Has he always been this much stronger than us ? Has every fighting we ever had just been a biz to him ? Have we always been this weak and helpless compared to him ? !"Michael cursed, spitting up blood from all of his innards being cut mighty through.

"If we attack from the presence, he gets us with his sword. Attack from the side of meat, he blocks with his wings. Attack from behind, he lashes out with that damned tail. We can't even beat him with spells because he turns it back on us ten fold."Raffaello Sanzio muttered, holding his glowing hand between the two one-half of his physical structure and slowly pulling himself back together.

"I've never seen him fight like this, fight so heartlessly. He rarely got so many injury on us, so I always assumed our power levels were actually close. But now, he's going for ancestry. He's never truly gone after our lifetime,"Gabriel panted, his Kuki streaked with rip and his lungs struggling to procedure.

Rosemary slowly got to her feet, having healed herself just enough so that she could tolerate up, but was still using her hands to keep her organs from spilling out."No, if he wanted us dead, we wouldn't have even been able to draw our sword. He just wants to keep us down and out of the way. He's not being heartless ; no, it's just the antonym. He is finally showing his heart and fighting for the fair sex he loves, the one woman who can truly consider away his hatred."

Upon healing his wounds, Michael stood up without turning to his admirer."I'll hold him off, you three William Holman Hunt that daemon down and bar his design. There is only one way I can even have a chance of matching his strength, just make sure it doesn't go to wastefulness,"he said solemnly as he took to the air, flying slowly up to the Saame altitude as Baltoh.

"Michael, no ! You know what will happen if you use that proficiency ! There is another way !"Gabriel shouted, having almost finished healing his wounds.

Up in the sky, Michael turned to face Baltoh without his sword."You're unassailable than us, Baltoh ; it's impossible for me to deny that any longer. But even if you're warm, that doesn't mean value I'll let you win !"he challenged, bringing his right handwriting towards his left field wrist.

"holy person Art : final Crucifixion ! Demon Art : Debt recovery !"Baltoh called, clapping his paw together.

Two crossbreed rose up behind Gabriel and Raffaello Sanzio, making their faces pale in fear. But even though the crossbreeding were summoned, the spell did not fully touch off due to Baltoh's control. A huge skeletal paw then burst and grabbed Rosemary, holding her in its grip.

"If you so much as think about breaking one of your rosary chains, I swear on everything between nirvana and Hell that I will shoot down them. act your hand an column inch and I will broach the crucifixion for your brothers and their decease will be on your conscience. I have null against the girl, so I will spare her,"Baltoh threatened, glaring at Michael.

"Goddamn you,"the garden angelica hissed as he lowered his hand.
"He already did."



The dead end was suddenly broken as Baltoh and the Angelica Archangelica all sensed the Demons complete their charm. Across New York, the five Demons that Abaddon had stationed grinned as their summoned artefact rose up from the semi-permeable portal to Hell. The objective they had summoned were house-sized cauldrons, adorned with engravings of humans being cooked and eaten and filled with liquid flame. The mouthpiece of the cauldrons were actually vena portae, leading straight to the Lake of Fire in the center of Hades. They were normally used as an environmental vantage, where the caster would perpetrate their opposition into it and incinerate them in the pit. However, they would all serve unlike purposes on this day.

In the essence of New York, Abaddon was laughing at the top of his lungs and his repulsion Obelisk began to burn and sent out a undulation of grim vitality like an EMP. The wave stretched out in all counselling like the origin of a tsunami, having no affect on the city itself but supercharging the Hell abysm. Upon receiving the strengthening transmission, the five cauldron all shot geysers of red region straight up into the sky. Immediately, the sky became as red as blood with pitch blackness clouds and the sun became dark as if there was a solar occultation as the caldron changed their use, no longer pulling matter into Scheol but instead sending them out.

fence of red luminosity and hellfire shot out from each cauldron, linking them to each early with the red light forming a pentagram around all of New York metropolis with the revulsion Obelisk in the essence and the hellfire encircling it all in a massive anchor ring. Upon the pattern's completion, there was a deafening crash heard throughout the world as the pack of Hellfire torus through the dimensional barrier between Earth and Hell like a cookie cutter. Across the globe, people were panicking as they tried to translate 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 water system flowing in an out of the urban center was vaporized on tangency with the burning perimeter.

Fearful of what he had allowed to happen, Baltoh shot off towards the meat of New House of York to fight Abaddon and retrieve Selene. The Archangels quickly followed suit, praying that they would be capable to reverse whatever had happened. Baltoh was the first to get at the repugnance Obelisk, followed by the Archangels. Abaddon was there, already surrounded by his lad fiend. With the sun no longer shining and the sky as obscure as twilight, the Demons were no longer invisible, scaring off any mass who were in the street. Beside Abaddon, his pet Gargoyle stood with Selene tied up in its poop, looking around wildly. Baltoh tried to push aside the tightness in his breast as he looked at her, searching for any star sign of trauma or injury.

"What the inferno have you done ? !"Raffaello Sanzio demanded.

"infernal region, Hell is the keyword. By harnessing all the hatred and anger in this urban center, we were able to weaken the roadblock between macrocosm and open the portal to Hell. As we speak, this city is slowly fall off, weighed down by its own duskiness. Soon it will sink in between the dimensions, and once it gets right hand between them, it shall be obliterated and the true doorway will be opened. While they can not yet leave the circumference, Gargoyles are streaming into the metropolis from hellhole. You should say goodbye to New York, because it will be a part of dry land for only another two weeks, and in a month it will be obliterated and a true inter-dimensional doorway will be opened in its place. This city is essentially a hot ember on a rag of newspaper publisher, burning through and creating a golf hole that can not be fixed.

If you want someone to thank, turn to Baltoh. Only by retrieving minute and pieces of his energy from jumping between property were we able to create a hepatic portal vein stable enough for a few of us to pass through. You have no idea how many eons we had to wait in Hell to gather sufficiency of his energy."

Baltoh had his eyes downcast and was staring at the ground with blood dripping from his clenched clenched fist.

True to Abaddon's words, the city was shaking violently as Gargoyles began bursting out of the soil by the thousands, popping up like weeds and streaming into the air in face pack so dense that they looked like pillars of smoke. They immediately tried to fly out of the urban center, but were unable to pass the burning ring around the pentagram, even if they flew a mile above the wall of Hellfire. Until the portal was truly opened, the forces of Hell could get into New York, but they could not leave and neither could humans get in. Following the mindless pawns, devil began to seem by the piles, 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 abyss, you will not bar the process. The doorway has already been carved, now we just involve to hold off for this urban center to go under between universes and open it up. There is no way you can hold on it."Abaddon laughed.

"Selene, give way me Selene,"Baltoh growled, his case downcast. Abaddon just smirked.

"I did what you want, I followed your instructions. You promised me you would return genus Selene safely,"he cursed, looking up at them with his halo burning like a bonfire.

"Very well, she is free to go. conduct back your weakness."

Upon the mastery of Abaddon, the Gargoyle lowered Selene down onto her feet and released her. Nearly falling to the ground, Selene stared at Baltoh with wide eyes as she slowly walked towards him. Baltoh was in the same state, moving as if he were sleepwalking towards her. They met in the heart of the street and wrapped their munition around each other, holding each other tightly as they each breathed in sweet relief.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I didn't get there in prison term. I'm sorry I let this happen to you and Molly,"Baltoh murmured, clutching her naked body.

"No, I'm just happy I'm with you again. I thought I would never see you again,"she replied, burying her boldness in the side of his neck.

Baltoh turned as he felt a mitt on his shoulder and was face to boldness with Michael, who had a much softer expression his look."This is a side of you that I have never seen, this woman has truly revealed what separates you from the fiend. Even after how hard we just fought, I think I can finally entrust you in your resolve to face these demon. Don't get me untimely ; I hate you, I think you're an execration, and we still have a score to settle after this, but I think it's time for us to finally work on the Lapplander side."Michael then walked past Baltoh with his brand slung over his shoulder and one of his rare grinning on his face."So, if my info is set, you are the one known as Abaddon. I must say, you've been giving us a lot of fuss, but I would be lying if I didn't say if I've never been this impressed by a Demon. However, you made one disastrous fault in your plan."He said.

"What was that ?"Abaddon growled.

"You've been working so hard getting reinforcements, that you forgot about ours,"he said, knocking his heal on the ground.

Instantly, all the daemon and Gargoyles New House of York shielded their center as blinding irradiation of halcyon light shone down from the red sky, completely illuminating the city. Descending from the substance of the light were thousand of Angels and dozen of garden angelica, entering the null-space of New York and ready for battle. The army of Heaven landed on the roof of buildings and in the streets, staring at the Abaddon and his group.

"I hope you realize that this means war."Michael said confidently. Abaddon cracked a smile.

"What am I worried about ? War is what I was born for,"he said, drawing his spinal sword. Bile, Shama, Dagon, Midgard, and Nergal all brought forth their weapons, as well as all the Demons situated behind them and in the sky.

"genus Selene, I have to get you to safety,"Baltoh whispered in her ear while everyone's attending 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 saint, Baltoh allowed himself to enjoy the buss, but suddenly, genus Selene jerked and Baltoh felt something knife thrust him in the stomach. He stepped back and looked down, feeling the breath being ripped from his lungs. Selene had just been pierced right below the rib batting cage by a javelin, resembling the skeleton of a Snake River and burning with black flames.

Somehow, the massive fight that was imminent just a few moments ago was now stopped as every angel, Gargoyle, garden angelica, and Demon stared at the two buff. With wide-eyed eyes, Abaddon looked up at a daemon standing on a nearby building. The beast was laughing as it drew another javelin from the back of its neck, cursing Baltoh as a traitor.

But while the fiend was bragging about his kill, Abaddon was filled with dread."Oh no,"he whispered, turning back to the two lovers.

"Baltoh…"genus Selene gasped as pedigree began to pour from the wounding.

Baltoh was paralyzed, his idea unable to process the sight of her wound. Her whole torso shaking, Selene tried to put her hands on the javelin, but before she could do anything, the sleeve of black flaming flared up and began to consume her. Selene shrieked in annoyance as the fire ate away at her with incredible speed. Baltoh caught her as she fell and began healing her, but no matter how much power her put into the spell, her unaccented human body was the perfect fuel for the Demonic flame and she was being destroyed faster than he could restore her. He clutched her tightly as the dim flack moved out in all charge, reducing her body to ash in seconds. Not only was it destroying her soundbox, but her soul as well, meaning that she would finish to exist in all forms.

"Baltoh, I love you,"Selene tearfully murmured as the flame moved up her chest, practically erasing her from existence.

Baltoh tried to verbalize but his vocal cords failed to work, leaving him mute. He just looked at her, his sassing hanging open as he desperately tried to talk. Even though he couldn't say anything, genus Selene smiled as if he did and kissed him, gently pressing her lips against his before the black fire fully consumed her and reduced her to ash. Baltoh's limb closed around himself as she disappeared, leaving him with his whole physical structure shaking and air refusing to come in or allow for his lungs. All the Angels and Archangels were soundless, while the Gargoyles and demon laughed at the Death and Baltoh's pain.

The traumatise crossbreed lowered his shaking manpower, scooping up the ash tree that had once been the woman he loved. He stared at the black powder in his palms, shifting and splashing as his split slowly dripped into them, the first tears that he had ever experienced. The ash fell away between his fingerbreadth and two bar of tears ran down his cheek like rivers. Looking up at the sky, Baltoh took a trench breather and released a howl of anguish.

While the cry had a rule mass, it was carried by Baltoh's get-up-and-go and paste across the world. Everywhere, hoi polloi turned their attention away from the hellish sky and their prayers as the howling reached their ears, so saturated with Baltoh's hurting that they struggled to not be brought to their articulatio genus by its system of weights. The sound was so heavy, so mournful, and so painful, that everyone who heard it could literally feel Baltoh's hurting in their own spunk, and even began to cry without even knowing why.

In New York, all the humans were unable to put up as the sadness in the Baltoh's howl hit them the severe due to their propinquity to him, and all the Archangels fought with all their might not to unload their swords as Baltoh's pain assailed them like an electrical shock. Even the Demons and Gargoyles were silenced, not through any variety of sympathy, but because the emotions and pain transmitted through the phone were agonizing and weighing down on them like lead weights.

Finally, the ululation came to a stop, and the unhurt world fell mute. Everyone watched as Baltoh sat on the soil, waiting to see what would happen. Everyone ducked as divulge glass suddenly filled the air, brought on by every window in the metropolis simultaneously shattering into powder. Looking around, all centre were turned on Baltoh as snap began to appear in the ground around him. In a great crash, a pool-sized crater instantly formed underneath him, lowering him into the solid ground as if he had suddenly become as big as a mountain.

‘ Oh no, it's as I feared. That blasted fool has doomed us all !'Abaddon thought to himself.

A illumination tornado wrapped around Baltoh, picking up Selene's ashes and spinning them around him as he slowly got to his feet, his face downcast and hidden by his toughie. As he stood up, everyone was forced down by the invisible system of weights of his energy. The Gargoyles and holy person fell out of the sky like birds 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 flank, Baltoh slowly rose up in the air and hovered back onto the level reason, facing Abaddon and the repulsion Obelisk.

"You underestimated me. You underestimated my sexual love, my power, and my hatred,"he hissed, his face hidden in dark but his optic glowing like coals.
Slowly, Baltoh's burning aureole began to bring up, floating five metrical unit above him. As he raised his annexe and pointed them at the halo, a tremor ran through both Rosemary and Abaddon.

"No, he wouldn't dare…"Abaddon muttered.

"Baltoh, are you insane ? !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted.

"What is he doing ?"Dagon asked.

Slowly, Baltoh brought the halo down, having it hover in battlefront of him vertically with his four wings outstretched around it, holding it in place like four digit around a coin.

"It's a spell unlike any former, his most powerful technique. I saw him use it once when I was a rookie archangel trying to diminish the Gargoyle 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 question as asked by Raphael.

"It's a charm so hefty that it has no name and originates from neither lightheaded nor darkness. It is substantial enough to obliterate the Masters of anguish and titan. Even the snake pit Princes are wary of its superpower !"Abaddon explained in terror as Baltoh's halo began to spin like a gyroscope between the peak of his flank

"Every meter he uses it, he risks destroying Inferno itself in the cognitive process. It is a jet of pure push straight from his soul, the corporate hatred of every life that he was born from, all joined together into one deluge of power that puts Archangel and daimon magical spell to shame. If he uses that spell here, he could annihilate the entire planet,"Rosmarinus officinalis gasped, shocking everyone in earshot.

As his spinning halo increased in fastness, Baltoh released an animalistic roar of anger and frustration with tears streaming from his distance. Finally, the glory was spinning so fast that it had blurred into a celestial sphere of lightness with Energy streaming Forth in ambient waves.

"darn it Baltoh, you'll destroy the humanity if you use that !"rosemary shouted.

"I DON'T charge ! I'LL ANNIHILATE THEM ALL FOR WHAT THEY DID TO SELENE !"

With an earth-shaking pulsation, he released the Ne good time at Abaddon and his group. It was so bright that no one could look directly at it and the recoil threw every holy man and Archangel behind Baltoh back. Its diam instantly expanded upon launch, becoming over a hundred pes wide before it reached the repugnance dagger. Using the Shade Shimmer turn, Abaddon was just barely able to get to guard as the bam obliterated the other five fiend, the dagger, and everything else in its track. The fire continued expanding and flying, vaporizing edifice, Gargoyles, daimon, and everything else that was caught in its path.

Carving a massive scar across New York City, the blast soared past the fence of Hellfire and western United States out across the landscape, growing with child and more right as it consumed all the thing in strawman of it. Lucky for the dry land, the worldwide curve took affect, meaning that it was rising higher and gamey instead of staying analogue to the ground. By the time it had cleared Earth's atmosphere, its diameter had stabilized to a dense few miles and was shooting through space as a compact laser.

"Impossible !"Gabriel gasped as everyone got to his or her metrical foot, in awe at the end that had been brought forth.

Baltoh turned to Abaddon and released another roar of anger, charging a good time to uttermost office in just a mates endorsement. Abaddon cursed and again used super-speed to hedge just a nanosecond before the blow was fired, this time at a slightly lower Angle to the northeast. Just like the first, the arcsecond neon blast instantly expanded in diam with phenomenal speed, growing to be a one C meters all-encompassing before even leaving Manhattan.

The blast carved another massive scar across New York, destroying everything before it whether sustenance or nonliving. Because of the slightly lower angle, the clap basically dove into the sea, forcing all the water aside. It surged through the northerly Atlantic like a colossal Italian sandwich, sending gargantuan tidal wave in all steering as it tore straight through the Isle of Newfoundland dog, Iceland, and Svalbard, practically carving the domain masses in half, destroying the surrounding coastlines with towering tsunamis, and leaving a ravage scrape on the Earth's crust before shooting up into space.

Charging even faster than the first gear clip, Baltoh fired his third fire immediately, swinging it up to catch Abaddon in midair. The onset finally got him, annihilating the Demon once and for all. However, while he raised the blast, he inadvertently whip-lashed it across the moon, still slightly visible in the mid-morning. For a fraction of a endorse, it seemed like nil would happen, then everyone gasped as a course of bubbling mushroom cloud appeared across the surface, visible from Earth. To everyone's horror, the lunation itself was split in twain, having been carved in half by the bang with the two halves jettisoned by the resulting explosion. Every consistence of water on the satellite suddenly exploded into a monolithic eruption as the splitting of the moon caused a catastrophic gravitational asymmetry, resulting in all the H2O either being pulled up towards the sun or down towards the planet's core. Already, tsunamis were swing across huge reach of land, snatching up everything and then dragging it all into the sea.

"You're insane !"Michael shouted as he and every early Angel and garden angelica combined their tycoon and cast a repairing barrier on the moon, trying to put the two one-half back together before the legal injury to the Earth became perm.

Ignoring them, Baltoh turned to the armies of Gargoyles and Demons hovering in the sky and fired upon them without hesitation. The bright stripe engulfed numberless buildings as it grew, and while about of the Demons were able to parry the blast, various remaining ace and all the Gargoyles were unable to get out of the way. The clap washed over them like a flood, converting their very atoms into saturated energy as they were dematerialized by the raw world power.

He began charging his fifth flak, not caring what would fall out, not knowing what would come about, and in so practically pain that he wanted to keep blasting until he died or the universe was destroyed. This blast would be the most destructive, fired at ground-level in 360º. It would vaporize New York, everyone within it, and the surrounding landscape, but Baltoh didn't aid, he just wanted the hurting to go away.

Just as he was about to fire, he stopped, his whole body as still as a statue from the feeling of diffused hands pressed against his boldness. A pair of glowing white Angel wings were wrapped around him like a blanket and the owner was behind him, leaning against his back. Moving without his will, his burning halo stopped spinning and moved back above his capitulum and his annex fell slack. His whole body shaking, Baltoh slowly turned around and looked at Selene's face, completely mesmerized by her peaceful smile and all the love in her middle. She was wearing a white apparel and hovering over her head was a golden halo.

"S… Selene…"

"Yes, my dear unfermented Baltoh, it's me. I wish I could have come back sooner, but it took time to suit an holy person. God stepped in just in sentence to write my soul before it was destroyed,"she murmured sweetly before giving him the softest of osculation.

As their rim separated, a stinging bother stabbed his brain as he realized the unfathomable amount of destruction he had just brought Forth River for no reason. Gripping his chief, Baltoh shouted in self-loathing and fell to his knee with rip falling from his eye as he considered all the innocent people he had just killed. genus Selene crouched down and wrapped her arms around his cervix, holding him tightly.

"I'm sorry, Selene, I'm so blue. I didn't know you were still alive and I gave into my anger. I killed all those the great unwashed because I couldn't think clearly !"
"Shhh, it's ok, I forgive you. God allowed us to be Angels and sent us here to help you,"Selene said before pulling back and kissing him.

When their sassing separated, she smiled and inclined her head. Baltoh looked in the direction she was motioning to and spotted molly, leaning against a lamppost with a grinning on her face and a nimbus above her head. Miraculously, the little hellcat had gotten into Heaven.

"It was just a mistake that anyone would have made. You are not a monster, just a man who was blinded by his pain and his love. Besides, you have the chance to pull through as many lives as you have taken,"genus Selene whispered, pressing her forehead against his.

"I'm so sad, genus Selene, I just love you so much."
"I forgive you and I love you too."

The rejoined lover suddenly jerked as all of New York city began to escape from, experiencing a massive drop in aggrandizement. Descending an inch every second, the city began to bury into the major planet. Rising up from the border of red region that had carved an inter-dimensional hole in the Earth, a dome of black smoke formed above New York, separating New York from the satellite physically and visibly while it sank mysterious and deep, descending five feet below sea point in a unmarried minute.

With Selene helping him, Baltoh slowly got to his feet, completely drained of energy but to the full of happiness and relief.

"Are you alright ?"She asked, clinging to his arm.

"Yeah…"Baltoh said tiredly, looking around.

All the Demons and Gargoyles were gone, disappearing either into the metropolis or going back to Hell to contrive for the next onset, and the military group of heaven were still trying to revive the moon. Baltoh looked back as genus 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 office like this before. This is basically the definition of Armageddon,"Michael sighed, leaning against a tabular array in the office of the mayor.

The mayor had already been debriefed as to the situation, and no longer were the Angels or Angelica Archangelica hiding their existence. The room was willed with people, including the new mayor ( the shoemaker's last one had been killed when the doorway first opened ), the boss of police, all the archangel, Baltoh, Selene, several angel, and multiple homo interpreter for the people of the city.

It had been twenty-four hours since the doorway had been established, and a state of pinch had been declared and New House of York was at its breaking point. The city had sunk so far into the Earth that it was surrounded on all incline by walls of stone in a shaft going down more than a naut mi beneath the surface of the satellite. It was like sitting at the derriere of the giant fountainhead, but with the city painted red by the light source for the Hellfire that still burned around the perimeter.

Outside New York, every political science was trying to figure out what had happened to the sky, and no matter how hard the American government worked to sustain it a secret, the knowledge that New York was obviously at the center of attention of it all spreadhead. Currently, US forces were surrounding the impenetrable black noodle of condensed smoke around the city while the top scientists in the country tried to figure out a way in. Anything they used to try and overhaul through was instantly destroyed, either incinerated by the fence of red region on the primer coat or disintegrated when it touched the dome. nada could get through, not even vocalize, light, or tuner frequencies.

Separated from the outdoors world, power and running urine were lost, and author were responsible for any igniter still on. Even the rivers had run dry upon the elevation of the red region fence. The air was filled with fear and desperation, multitude outside were siphoning fuel, stockpiling intellectual nourishment and water, and saying their prayers. Police were working without rest period or respite as the crack-up of reality brought out the pillager and rioters, desperate for carnage.

The order had already been given out for everyone in New House of York to get weapon system if they could or join together with mass who had arm. This was going to be a real war, and everyone would consume to fight. The last xxiv hours had been spent tending to the wounded, trying to doctor 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 warm enough to take out a fiend, a goddam shotgun plate would be enough to knock down a hole in a Gargoyle's chest of drawers and pop it.

Finally, the opportunity to do together and begin planning had arrived, and the military force of Heaven, Baltoh, and the people of New York were trying to visualize out some way they would pull through. The legions of darkness had not yet made their move 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 dimensions and that dome, we can not bring any humans with us. We can make people impalpable though contact, but we can not transfer that form of power to them. Abaddon said that the metropolis is like the final obstruction in the doorway being formed, when really, that domed stadium and the sides of the shaft are what are keeping the two universes separated. Any Gargoyle could fly up to the surface of land through this cock, but without Angel powers, they can never penetrate the sides or that attic, meaning that they can't get out. That fencing of Hellfire around the city is only about ten storey senior high, but this stone dig is like an inter-dimensional pocket, a bubble cutting New York off from the world. Angels can pass through it, but human and demonic force can not. As we sink profoundly and deeper into the planet, this will be a blessing, as it will keep this city from being incinerated by the earth's core.

Long history short, emptying is not and option, we can't contact the outside world, and supplies can't be brought in. Everyone in the city is stuck in here."

"Well then what are we supposed to do ? What are we supposed to do with all the civilians and the people who want to fight but can't ?"Mayor Bloomberg asked desperately.

"We have filled the urban center with Angel Falls to act as safeguard to the people,"Raphael said."If any Gargoyles try to attack your hoi polloi, the holy person will barricade them. As for the Demons, we will treat them. However, their numbers are most likely with child than ours, but we have Baltoh as our trump card card."

"What we haven't addressed is how we are supposed to end this difference,"Baltoh said."Whether we can defend off the hordes of ogre and Gargoyles means nothing if the opening of the gateway will obliterate the city. Abaddon said that we have about a week before New York separates from Earth completely and a month before the gateway opens in its place. We have to enter out a way to invert the outgrowth before then."

"most likely the reservoir of this problem is in Hell. We have to go down there and demolish whatever it is that is causing this,"Selene said, clutching Baltoh's arm.

"No, that wouldn't body of work,"Michael cursed."The forces of perdition outnumber us a thousand to one in terms of fighters. If someone is a particularly avid reprobate, then the pits will become their menage instead of their prison, and they will unite the legions of dungeon superior that torture the former occupant. They are known as the sinner, and these are the actual hardcore dickhead : the life-in-prison cat, the death-penalty bozo, crime-lords, warlords, war-crime committers, consecutive killers, serial publication rapists, and all around sadists. These are the ace that survive snake pit and don't just decay into ash and later get a part of a pudding stone that forms a demon. These hombre are wickedness enough to become Gargoyles, essentially semi-Demons.
Add in the fact that Gargoyles are spawned from just the raw hatred and maliciousness of humans and you have a never-ending flood of infantry soldiers, not to mention that there are far more Demons than Archangels. The odds are stacked against us."

"Even I wouldn't be able to face up the entirety of Hell, their universe is as thick as a dying wiz. If I were to bring on all of Hades, they would just wash away over me like a tidal undulation. Not even I'm strong enough to face them all."

"That means that we have to try and find another way to reverse the process,"Raphael said."The Demons were capable to give up a door with only human emotions and spells, so hopefully we can close down it in a similar way. We just need time to descend up with an equally powerful ritual. We already destroyed the five Inferno abysm cauldrons in the five recess of the city, so we might be able-bodied to reverse the mental process with a Hope Beacon in the midpoint of New York where the revulsion dagger was placed and five Heaven Lanterns where the master copy cauldrons were."

"I'm not sure it's that simple. The Demons were only able-bodied to do this because this city was a colossal hub of anger and negative muscularity, basically it was a colossus weight unit on the fabric of quad and time. We would have to create an touch and opposite affect in purchase order to even birth a chance, and even then, it would probably only assist as a quid in sealing the gateway to netherworld and not actually saving the city."

"Maybe we could get enough positivistic energy if we combined our great power or one of us broke a rosary chain of mountains,"rosemary suggested.

"The force-out of Hell 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 occupier wafting up like fastball through a lamp chimney. Even if we got every Angel and Angelica Archangelica down here to loan his or her strength, there is no way we could have the best the malevolent miasma of Hell. As muscular as it is, even breaking a rosary chain would just be like fighting a forest flak 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 keep from just blowing his brains out now.

"Yes, how are we supposed to deal with this ? The humans, I mean,"the head of police asked.

"As said before, we just fight them off and bide our time until we can come up with a way to overturn all this. As for the the great unwashed, they'll just have to cope and accept what is going on. When it comes to fighting, just seduce sure that you get your weapons blessed and you don't end up facing a ogre,"Baltoh said before he turned around, walking out of the room with Selene following him like an apostle.

"What was that about breaking a rosary chain ?"Selene asked as they walked through the sinister halls.

"It is a forbidden technique of the garden angelica. You have noticed the rosary string that the others and I wear around our wrist, right ? Well if an Archangel breaks them, they gain an insurmountable boost of force, one that is very brief but brings them up to my layer of might. The Demons have a alike move where they can separate their shackles, however, both movement result in decease.

A few monster in chronicle that broke their bond, but only because they did not know what the cost was. As I said before, Demons absolutely never commit suicide, as it goes against their nature of vanity. I actually faced one of those daemon, and for a total of five minute of arc, we were on a completely even playing field. For Angelica Archangelica, it's just as complicated. Upon the creation of Angelica Archangelica, God puts a seal on their nous, which forbids them from committing that sin of suicide. He did it after Beelzebub's rising. Michael threatened to break in a rosary when we fought, but I'm not sure he was even equal to of doing it."

Once outside, Baltoh looked around the waste city, already resembling a post-apocalyptic battlefield. midst column of smoke were rising in the sky from the buildings set on fire and would burn off to the reason, since the fire fighters couldn't afford to waste any water. The mordant line of products were barely seeable against the rock wall of the shaft New York had sank through, cast with a red spark from the fencing of Hellfire. It was only a thing of metre until that solid rock would be replaced with churning magma, wrapping around the sealed-off city but ineffective to affect it.

Was it possible for the the great unwashed to subsist ? To pull out together and fight this threat ?

"Hey, are you ok ?"Selene asked, shaking Baltoh from his thoughts.

"Yeah, just trying to swear out everything."

"You've been working day-and-night since the engagement, you haven't allowed yourself to reside or find your military posture,"she said, wrapping her finger around his hand.

"That's because I have a lot of equipment casualty to make up for. I made a huge mistake that took a lot of lives and caused a lot of destruction, and I have to repent for my sins,"he said tiredly. He then turned to her."How are you doing ? We haven't had a chance to talk really about what happened. Are you ok ? Have you come to terms with the fact that you've died ?"
"fountainhead, I've mostly accepted it. It's Wyrd to opine that I am dead, especially when I think about how distraught my crime syndicate will be. mollie is a wreck though. Becoming an holy person helped heal her brain of the equipment casualty caused by what she suffered, but just the remembering alone is enough to nearly push back her insane. I would give anything to be capable to help her. I just have to hope we can make it this battle and springy in peace. But we'll hybridization that nosepiece when we get there."

"Just be careful. Even though you have died once, you will be gone forever if you are killed. Please, be cautious. I don't think I could bear to lose you again,"he said, lifting her Kuki and kissing her. As their sassing separated after the attender kiss, Selene gained a warm smile.

"Here, succeed me. I know a way to relieve some of your stress,"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 case. Even during the end of the world, Selene was laughing and well-chosen as she soared over the urban center like a listing squab. Her childish giggles and ecstatic grin made Baltoh forget all of his hassle and cares, replacing them instead with lovemaking and joy at the sight of her happiness.

"I'll never get used to this, I can't believe I'm flying !"

Wrapping his rear around her waist, Baltoh pulled her over to him and they shared a passionate kiss while they flew over New York. After a few minutes of soaring, they settled down in one of the metropolis's hotels, passing through the balcony window like ghosts. As expected, the room was vacant and showed no signs of habitation. With a coy smiling, Selene locked the threshold and turned back to Baltoh.

"I have limited surprisal for you,"she said, walking over to Baltoh and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What ?"he asked with a grinning as he kissed her.

"When I became an Angel, I was completely converted and gained something that I thought was gone forever. Baltoh, I'm a virgin once again, and I want to give my virginity you, just like I wish I could own done when I was alive. Will you take me ?"

Baltoh smiled and cupped her cheek, admiring her unparalleled stunner."It would be an honor."

With a grin, Selene stepped back to the infantry of the bed and lowered the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exciting Baltoh with the prediction. She tried to take out the wearing apparel down her hourglass figure, but it was caught and refused to be active. Unable to suppress his laugh, Baltoh suggested she draw in her shut down wings.

"I'm still not used to these matter,"she said sheepishly as the Angel wings were pulled into her body as if melting away.

With the wings gone, she fully removed the frock and undergarment, letting Baltoh expression upon the gorgeous coal black form that drove him wild. Her breasts were still the likes of melon and were as firm and perky as ever, with her quarter-sized areolas and nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Her venter was still as categoric as newspaper publisher and faintly lined with the toned brawn packed underneath. Her hips had their usual mellowness, with her thighs as smooth as methamphetamine hydrochloride and as soft as the capitulum of puppies, and her ass so taut and shapely that it could bounce a quarter across the room while still rippling after a nice smack and would put a Brazilian stripper to shame. Between her liquid thighs, the mouth of her twat were shaven as if by a laser, and looked untouched in every way possible.

Baltoh gazed upon her eubstance as if experiencing a religious awakening, completely stunned by her divine beauty and her unequalled amorousness. Wearing a wry grin, Selene slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up to the pillow on all Little Joe and granting Baltoh a view of her pussy and anus that deserved to be recorded and posted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Selene laid down with her head on the pillow and her wings re-extended, spread out and stretched to the point that the ends were curled up against the walls."What do you think ? Do I face like an Angel ?"

"You always looked like an Angel Falls,"he replied before undressing.

With his wings re-extended, he climbed onto the bed and very slowly began moving up her lovely body. He started first gently kissing her feet, then ran his lips against the back of her shins, then took his meter in licking her smooth thighs with his long forked tongue, taking in the delicious tasting of her soft skin. All the while, genus Selene shivered and purred in bliss from his teasing cutaneous senses, driving herself untamed in anticipation.

Baltoh lied down on his stomach with genus Selene's legs on his shoulder and his nerve just in from her Barbie-smooth vagina. He breathed in the dulcet flowery aroma and his forked tongue slithered out and began tickling the entree to her gate of paradise. Selene gave a easy coo of arousal as Baltoh provided vast sum of money of stimulation and sensations through the smallest and abstemious of spot, 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 sense of gustation with her delectable juices, licking up her essence like a dog with an void peanut vine butter jar. Selene gave a shrill hum at his trace and ran his fingers through his hairsbreadth, squirming in joy with each pic of his tongue inside her. Baltoh quickly found her virginal membrane with his natural language, checking to make sure it really was there. After his surprise was gone, he returned to pleasuring her like a maven, using his spit to thrill and stimulate every sensitive nub and flaps in her organic structure, bringing her to her first coming in book time and making her margin call out to the heavens in euphoria.

With his job momentarily done, Baltoh continued on his oral tour of Selene's body, spending a few bit to breed her soft smooth belly in kisses before moving up to her chest. thrifty not to rub her with his claws, he squeezed and massaged her breasts as if they were stress-relievers, making Selene coo and purr of the agitation in the tender nervus endings. Baltoh wrapped his sass around her right teat, sucking on it like a vacuum uninfected and tugging on it, almost making Selene yip in pleasure.

He then moved to the left nipple, painting it with his tongue with the Saame Department of Energy as an artist who had just been woken up in the midsection of the night by stirring. The predilection of her nipple was almost as succulent as her snatch, but lacked that key wetness. Regardless, just the anatomy and consistency of that put up nub drove him wild with lust, and no matter how hard he sucked and licked, he could just not get enough of it.

Finally, when he risked leaving a hickey right on her teat, he moved past her tit and began kissing her clavicle and her mild throat, making her look up and purr like a cat getting rubbed behind the ear. He then kissed her several times on the cheek, once on the ear, several times on the forehead, once on the nose, and then on the lip, where they maintained that link with an undying passion, separating and rejoining over and over again while their tongues swirled around each former in a deliciously wet dance.

"cum on babe, rock my human race,"she whispered with a stretch.

"This will hurt, no matter how I do it."

"Don't vexation, this saint body is different than my human being trunk. From the man I love, I can find no pain. There is naught you can give me but endless cloud nine. Put it in me, one big thrust, don't stop."

Baltoh smiled and kissed her while guiding his cock to the lip of her waiting pussy without his manus. As he slowly pushed the headland into the ingress, 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 minginess : loose enough so that he wasn't stopped, but tight enough so that it hugged him beautifully. Baltoh obeyed her request, shoving his entire turncock into her in a 1 thrust and completely pulverizing her hymen. Selene released a shaking moan at the top of her lungs, lacking a ace undertone of hurting and radiating with euphoric joy.

"Oh my god, that was so incredible… I can't even describe 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 Saame person,"he said as he pulled out his shaft, which was glistening red from her blood.

devising trusted his hands weren't on her wings, he elevated himself as if he were doing press-up and began swinging into her like a trebuchet. The bed was rocking back and forth as if one leg was longer than the others, nearly jumping off the floor and cracking the drywall behind the headboard with each of Baltoh's inhumanly powerful thrusts.
"Oh yes ! Oh Baltoh, yes ! I can't drive it, I'm going to go crazy !"she howled as he slammed the abstruse corners of her kitty with the top executive of a sledgehammer.

Selene spread her legs and lifted her pelvic girdle and Baltoh crouched over her on his knees, driving diagonally down into her and making her cry out in bliss every time his muscular fellow member was plunged into her inviting slit, stretching it to its upper limit and leaving it gaping when he pulled back. Baltoh lowered his top dog and kissed her, licking the corners of her oral fissure while his ball chemise slapped her ass. The kiss was interrupted by a high holler from Selene as she had her secondment orgasm in her new holy man body and Baltoh could smack the delicious hormonal rush on her breath.

He slowed down and was about to dismount her, thinking that she had reached her terminus ad quem. Moving quickly, Selene pushed him off and he fell on his back, shocked as she reinserted his tool into her while crouched over him in a crabwalk. Thrusting her body back and Forth River, Selene rode him at an slant with her bosom jiggling with each rock and her breathing heavy from the striving on her arms and ramification. Baltoh just smiled and laid his headland back, basking in the entertainment of how desperate she was to get fucked by him and the deep busyness she gave as she basically swung herself down onto him.

After the countless hours she had spent in the gym working her homo body, genus Selene was capable to keep the positioning going for another twenty proceedings, not to say that Baltoh didn't aid her out and cradle her with his tail. With the wall broken, her third gear sexual climax was achieved effortlessly and she collapsed on top of him limbo style.

After several arcminute of catching her breather, she sat up on his lap, still with his shaft inside on her. They were still for a legal brief duad of metre, both with supply ship smiling on their faces as he ran his finger through her hair's-breadth and she massaged his thorax. Licking her back talk, she got up and removed his rooster, sighing in respite at the hoi polloi being removed from her body. She then began moving back and forth very slightly, rubbing it between her firm ass cheeks, clenched between them tightly and moving the skin as if she were instead giving him a handjob.

"Do you want to fuck my ass ?"

"I don't know, I've never met an holy person that liked anal before,"he said teasingly, bringing him a playful hell dust from his giggling lover.

Wrapping her fingers around the calamus, she pressed the bulging psyche against the ringing 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 sides of her sphincter muscle were opening up like a throat taking a mysterious breath.

"Oh god yes, I love that big prick 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 perfect ass.

Selene began to labor against Baltoh's lap, swinging forward and backward as she fucked herself with the hybrid's pecker stationary. Baltoh just laid there, watching her side twist in the cumbersome pleasance and listening to her hum and moan as he probed every turning point of her bunghole, sending shivers throughout her consistence as if he were poking her spinal anaesthesia cord with the fountainhead of his dick.

"babe, I think I'm going to cum soon,"he grunted, feeling that fellow tightfistedness in his pelvic region.

"Then make full me up, but don't spray it all, because I have a special surprisal for you,"she cooed as she worked her ass in roofy, getting his cock to rub hard against the inside of her ass at every Angle.

Careful as always, Baltoh grasped her firm ass cheek and elevated her, then began driving up into her at top speed, making Selene cry out from the rectal punishment. He was moving so fast that his chunk ached from being slingshot up and down, but Selene's howler of ecstasy made it all worth it as his thighs slapped her ass so hard that it sent riffle through her body.

Finally, Baltoh grunted as a flannel geyser of seed spurted from the tip of his penis like a ardor extinguisher, filling up Selene's asshole with so much 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 stay erect.

"I made sure I held back half of it. What's that special surprisal you mentioned ?"

"Here, sit at the edge of the bed,"she instructed, getting down onto the base.

With his dick slowly returning to its ground, Baltoh sat at the edge of the bed with genus Selene at his feet. Leaning forward, the beautiful angel took his cock in her lip and began bobbing her head, slurping up the potpourri of seminal fluid and ass succus that coated it as if it were drinking chocolate syrup. Baltoh rolled his head back and grunted from the wet softness of her mouthpiece as she worked her tongue and cheeks against the pinnace pelt of the head teacher, teasing and exciting all the nerve endings.

"Ready babe ?"she asked, taking out his tool and smearing it lovingly across her face. Baltoh just gave an spent smile and nodded.

Sitting up, genus Selene held her natural D-cup breasts together and dropped a mouthful of spit between them, using it as lubricant as she rubbed the two inflated mounds of flesh together with Baltoh watching in horny awe. Her boob glistening with spitting, she pressed them together with Baltoh's dick between them, nearly making him blow his total load from not just the feeling, but the image and mental realization.

With her breast held tightly together, Selene began jacking Baltoh off with an indescribable titty-fuck. As the fleshy body of water balloons moved up and down the shaft, she had her face down and was licking the tip with her glossa, tickling the slit as she spat on it over and over again, just adding more lubricant to the intimate extravaganza. In less than a minute, she was moving frantically, bouncing up and down as if on a pogo spliff and holding her breasts against his cock so tightly that they almost had two hand-shaped bruises.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as a several ropey streams of hot jizz blasted from his cock, spraying into Selene's mouth, across her typeface, and bathing her breasts in a pool of bloodless muck. Baltoh laid back, panting heavily with his erection gone, while Selene hungrily licked up every drop of sperm on her brass and chest.

"Forget saint, you're a nymph."

Selene smiled and stood up, climbing on top of him."Trust me, I was never this idle with the male child, never. Everything we've done aside from missional and doggy-style, that was all blade new for me. I guess we both have a slight Demon inside of us, and you sure lie with 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 go along patrolling the urban center for when the forces of inferno make their move. Besides, I've gone entire yr without sleeping, I'm fine."

"love, don't even think that you can fool me. semen here, I'll restrain scout for you while you get your rest."

yawn, Baltoh finally gave into his tiredness and crawled over, retracting his annexe as he moved under the covers. Selene did the same and curled up beside him, kissing his chest.

"Do you promise you won't fall asleep ? I can't allow anyone else to die because I was taking a nap."
"Don't worry, I'll arrest awake. And if I get bored, I can always just invite Molly and the two of us will use the early side of the bed,"she said coyly, leaning her pass on his shoulder and stretching her arm across his thorax.

With genus Selene curled up against him and his body drained of both vitality and semen, Baltoh had no trouble falling asleep.





Chapter 8



The sky was filled with thousands of Gargoyles, all bursting from the ground and assembly above the city like a swarm of toxic gas in the first battle of New House of York. Working together to counter the USA of darkness, all the Angels grouped together and attacked like a tidal wave of lighter, slamming into the Gargoyle swarm and slaughtering hundreds of savage every minute with their combined superpower. Selene was not among them, as Baltoh wanted her end by at all clip when the fighting began. Regardless of Baltoh's worrying, she refused to abide out of the battle and fought with everything she had against the Gargoyles.

Like all backer, she had no sword or patch with which to contend, so she instead fought hand-to-hand and a unknown radiance that allowed her to appall and burn diabolic tool on contact. Even without having ever been in a real number fight or even a martial arts lesson, she was able to exact on the Gargoyles with miraculous skill, having been reborn faster, stronger, and smarter as an Angel. With sanctum energy wrapped around her like a shroud, she would obliterate Gargoyles with individual clout and recoil that would cauterise right through their material body. Whenever she was wounded, she would retreat to cure her injuries and then reelect to battle.

Baltoh flew like a dizzy housefly through the cloud of Gargoyles, swinging his sword wildly and hacking the creature to pieces like blade of grass under a lawnmower. Moving faster than a high-caliber bullet train, he zoomed through the crowd, carving rafts of Gargoyles in half every secondly with his sword glistening with their blood. Now with greater numbers of foe all around him, his death tally was reaching its usual numbers. Unlike before when he was basically trying to stamp out moths with dart, now it was like shooting fish in a barrel.

A boom out jest drew his attention and his instinctively looked over to genus Selene who was flying though the air as fast as potential with a daemon with two elephantine ivory protruding from his jaw chasing after her. Zooming over, Baltoh appeared in front of the fiend and grabbed him with his stern like a fly landing in a spider's web. With a powerful jerk of his tail, Baltoh crushed the daemon in his clutches, slicing it to pieces as if a dozen guillotine had besieged the body. He then whiplashed his hind end, discarding the body and splattering off the blood.

Down in the street below and in the edifice, human being with blessed artillery were trying to fight the Gargoyles that were crawling out from hole-and-corner. Everything that could be used against them had been blessed by Angels, meaning that anyone who could fight and had the guts to oppose were facing the force-out of infernal region with blessed pry, nail-bats, butcher knives, and piece. While the sky was filled with ululation and wing beats of Gargoyles, the streets were filled with the clapping of guns and shrieking of the injured in dying. Holy bullets flew like hornets, slaying Gargoyles in the same way that they would bears. However, the battle was far from in the man's favor. The Gargoyles were resilient, able to continue scrap after multiple gunshot wound to the chest, not to name that they too had a long-range flack in the mannikin of their mini Dark heartbeat. The streets ran red with stemma as people were tackled and torn to shreds by the gleeful Gargoyles, feasting upon the living bod with gusto.

In one office building, a man with a blessed shotgun had been forced out of concealing and was being chased by a grouping of Gargoyles, running on all quaternary like a pack of cheetahs sprinting after a fleeing gazelle. With sweat and tears running down his fount, the man ran as fast as he could towards the window. As he ran, one of the cubicles he was passing by was ripped apart by a pouncing Gargoyle. The airborne creature managed to leave five trench slice across his berm and back as he flew over the man. The desperate mortal quickly jumped to his infantry as the recovering Gargoyle reached out to catch him. Taking aim with his shotgun, he blasted the devil in the facial expression with a load of holy buckshot, ripping off the top of its skull and leaving its soma badly burned.

He turned around, firing two rung at a pair of the chasing Gargoyles, slowing down the pack while he ran backwards. Slamming against the windowpane, the man jerked and looked around, realizing his rachis was to the wall and there was no way out. With the Gargoyles slowly approaching, weaving through the snarl of stall, the man discharged his finish vacate scale shell and hurriedly began to reloading, trying to preserve his hands as truelove as potential while sweat dripped from his nose. He looked up as one of the Gargoyles turned a street corner through the cubicle gangway, slowly approaching on all fours like a stalking lion. Raising his weapon system with trembling hired man, the man loaded the showtime eggshell and fired, blasting the beast in the shoulder joint and wounded it. A mo Gargoyle leapt from the side, snarling with bloodlust. With a scream passing his lips, the man discharged the vacuous shell with a Northerner of the fore-end and fired, blowing a cakehole in the fauna's chest of drawers and sending it tumbling to the trading floor, struggling to stay alive.

As one, all the Gargoyles attacked, thundering towards him and knocking everything aside. Working feverishly, he fired four rounds, cocking his shotgun almost before he had even pulled the trigger. One Gargoyle was sprinting towards him frontal with its hanker forficate glossa swinging from side to side. Discharging the empty shell, he took aim and fired, only to discover a gentle mouse click instead of a tatty hit. Before he could even swear, the Gargoyle tackled him, knocking them both through the window as it sank its teeth into his neck.

pile the street in an back street, a 19-year-old girl was screaming and crying as a Gargoyle raped her, thrusting its spiny shaft into her frail body with vicious power. A puddle of rip was forming beneath her, her pussycat was an indistinguishable mess of shredded frame, and her pelvic arch 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 eviscerate police officeholder. Sitting in a pool of filthy water, the pistol was almost mocking her, laughing as she was violated. With one final screeching and stretchability, she reached out grasped the end of the cask, pulling it towards her and grabbing it. Turning around, she pointed the gun at her rapist and fired five rounds straight into its skull, shredding its mental capacity and killing it.

As the Gargoyle fell bushed to the slope, its rooster was removed with one final painful tear. With her lower body almost ripped apart and tears streaking her expression, the whimpering girl looked around, praying that someone would help her. She looked and gave a tacit cry as she saw a lone Gargoyle, clinging to the wall with a diabolical smiling and a throbbing erection. Releasing its claws from the wall, the beast dropped down towards the girl. There was only one bullet left, and the Gargoyle was too powerful to be taken down in a single pellet. With tears streaming down her look, 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 wrick smutty steel with bloody wheels and rotting carcass nailed to the side of meat. Being dragged behind it were four long bladed irons, secured to the rusted collars of slave from Hell, each with rags for clothing, rail-thin bodies, bound coat of arms, and iron mask. Riding in the chariot was a daimon with black armour, a whip of pure fervor, and a saw-toothed broadsword. He began shouting out in Hellscript, making every human and Angel cringe as the unhallowed Book ravaged their thinker like heater ants chewing on their eardrums.

"Contorst eortus ostit, lacortata eortus carnois, ots biberto eortus sanguotos ! Ens mulierti voluntax clamaxos unst noxi xtrupris eos ! Uns filiixeray voluntax clamocta unst noxi dezorabi eos ! Ent hominequsi voluntax ortsa enost mortist unst noxi servator eos ! Fiazt eos scirst cruziator, fiazen eos scirsh timoshos, ext fiazt eos scirst infernusami !"‘ Crush their castanets, rip their physique, and toast their blood ! The women 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 fuck pain, let them cognize fear, and let them recognise Hell !'

"Demon Art : Graveyard Of The Damned !"the daemon then called as he cracked his whip.

Upon the announcement of the spell, the street was ripped apart as one C of headstone of all sizes and shapes burst out like Marmota monax, destroying the roar and coming up with enough power to twitch cars. With a tiresome roar, skeletal hands with greenish-black colouring reached out of the basis as the Sinners of Hell entered New House of York, each grave spitting them out like Hydra from a pit. Swords of smutty sword in manus, the skeleton in the closet laughed and cheered at the chance to finally bring carnage to a substantial human urban center after so many year and Hell. beingness truly evil somebody, they had lost their flesh and blood in tandem with what small mercy they had when they were living, becoming the malicious undead and the foot soldiers of Hell.

constabulary cars and SWAT vans skidded to a halt at the end of the street as the skeletons marched down the road with a late clacking rhythm. Wasting no clip in ordering the undead criminals to halt, the officers formed a thick barrier with their cars and all opened fire with side arm, shotgun, and machineguns, raining holy place lead down upon the underframe. While they were weaker than Demons in footing of might and they were made of but bones, they proved to be quite bouncy to the bullets. The skeletons were made of a far stronger material than just calcium-rich prison cell, and unlike the Gargoyles that required organs to go, the Sinners could only be stopped through dismembering or obliteration of the skull.

Shouting swears and praising the daemon, the skeletons broke rank and charged towards the stock of constabulary officeholder, swinging their brand above their heads while they ran. The closer they got, the more harm they received from the officer's slug, fracturing skulls, breaking off limbs, and snapping spines. But while they were falling like dominos in the fray, their momentum was only being slowed. Inevitably, they reached the barrier of cars and immediately went to process, stabbing, slashing, and butchering the constabulary while screaming in sadistic enjoyment.

Landing on the ceiling of one of the SWAT avant-garde, an older Archangel clapped his hands together."holy man Art : Heaven Lantern summoning !"

can him, a fifty-foot tall statue of a bare female Angel materialized, carved from marble and holding out a solid gold lantern. A bright fanfare sparked within the confines of the lantern, and in a vibrant presentation, the light of Heaven shone down from the side and onto the army of the Sinners. The skeletons howled in agony and tried to shield themselves as the light set them ablaze like ants under a magnifying glass.

The Demon commanding them shielded his eyes as smoke billowed from his figure, hissing from the burning pain. With a roaring of frustration, the demon cracked his fiery whip, causing it to grow in length and dart forward like a tentacle. The flaming tether wrapped around the statue, and with a enraged snarl, the demon yanked on the handle, tightening the lash's hold and shattering the marble holy person, sending huge objet d'art of marble tumbling to the dry land with the lantern now dark.

"Angel Art : Divine Smite !"

He looked up, spotting the Angelica Archangelica flying straight down towards him with his sword in hand. With a holloa of confidence, the garden angelica brought down his sword with the weight unit of a 747, pulverizing the Demon's chariot, reducing the Demon and his Gargoyles to bloody paste, and causing every building in the four surrounding metropolis mental block to simultaneously explode into clouds of junk and twisted metal.

Off in the distance, a deafening scream cut through the air, following several ominous crashes. Great pillars of weed and dust were rising into the air as buildings collapsed, due to the forces of Hell coming up from right beneath them. These were a new scourge, bully skeletal system that towered at over two hundred metrical foot in height. These dark-green off-white monster were known as Bleaks, and they were the result of hundreds of sinner joining together into one entity, similar to how devil are born.

However, their size and consistence were due to the fact that the hatred of the person spirits that made them up was not purely pore. Unlike fiend, which were born from the pure hatred of prisoners joining together from the purest ashes, all the emotions and memories from the evildoer were included, resulting in an inflated fauna that was not dense enough in its evilness to gain a squeeze Demon organic structure. However, while they were not quite as long-wearing as Demons and they lacked the ability to use spells, their full-sized darkness pulse and colossal trunk allowed them to cause immense sum of destruction.

With their red eyes gleaming, the three Bleaks opened their jaws and each released a devastatingly powerful Dark Pulse, launching the dense black lasers into the city. The blasts whiplashed across the sea of buildings, blooming into massive explosion that illuminated and shook the urban center and sent junk flying in all directions.

Raphael zoomed towards the Bleaks as fast as his wing could extend him, charging his might in preparation to destroy the sinful abhorrence. Spotting his plan of attack, one of the Bleaks roared in madness and swung its arm like he was a fly, missing the archangel but ripping away the ceiling of a tall apartment building and sending bricks and wrench metal raining down into the street.

"Angel Falls Art : Divine Smite !"Raphael shouted, reached the Bleak's boldness and delivering a powerful thrill.

Upon contact, the giant skeleton's skull turned into a claymore mine mine, spraying shrapnel in one direction from the power of Raphael's kick and essentially beheading the beast.

"Angel Art : Gates of heaven !"he cast with his book binding turned to a Bleak charging a Dark Pulse. The black beam surged out from between the systema skeletale's jaws and was deflected by the golden gate behind Raphael, protecting him from harm.

"Angel Art : immortal Ray !"he called once the eruption was ended, turning around and firing an equally hefty beam of light of holy zip at the frame and obliterating its skull.

The third Bleak reached out towards him, trying to swat him out of the air with its palm. With lilliputian effort, Raffaello Sanzio brought his steel down onto its radiocarpal joint and sliced off its hand. The Bleak roared in pain and shouted curses at Raffaello Santi while charging a Dark Pulse. Before the attack could be launched, Raphael shot up and then swooped down with his sword raised, bringing the blade down onto the undead wildcat's forehead. He carved his way down through the Bleak's skull and break up its soundbox in one-half, slicing it all the way through its chest and spine as if his blade was fifty feet long. Upon breaking through the pelvis, Raphael looked up as the stock split parts of the skeleton began to secern, detonating the half-charged dark heartbeat and shattering the entire trunk in the explosion.

Raphael looked back across the smoldering city at Baltoh, who was working together with the Angelica Archangelica to fight the overflow of Gargoyles coming up from Hell. The area they were rising from was just a massive gaping pit, with Gargoyles swarming up in the meg. All the Angelica Archangelica were firing divinity fudge Rays into the Shirley Temple Black geyser of animal while Baltoh was using both the plume Arrow and chela Bullet charm, essentially turning his torso into almost three-dozen Gatling guns.

Do to the core of his trance, blood and butchered eubstance portion fell like waterfalls from the cloudburst of Gargoyles and smoke filled the sky from the burning trunk that were incinerated by the drag in Divinity light beam of the Archangels. Every second that passed by, ten-spot of chiliad are Gargoyles met their grisly end, stifling the nigrify geyser into a low-pressure outflow. But as powerful as the forces of Heaven were, the legions of Hell outnumbered them in horrifying magnitude, not just with Gargoyles and evildoer, but also with daimon. Every few minutes, one of the Archangels would feature to leave and go face a ogre that had snuck through and was blowing up the city.

On the ceiling of a nearby building, Selene was battling individual Gargoyles that had managed to get past Baltoh and the Archangels. She was surrounded on all side of meat but her self-assurance in her newly acquired fighting skills were high. Roaring on how it planned on raping her to death, one of the Gargoyles pounced with its claws barred.

Selene turned around, wrapped in sanctum energy, and delivered her inviolable punch to the Gargoyle's face, destroying its skull like a watermelon under the shock of a hammer. She quickly looked back as a Gargoyle behind he attacked and ended its animation with a lethal kick, slicing its forefront off its articulatio humeri with the white aura wrapped around her foot.

Two Gargoyles pounced on her from the left and veracious side, giving her no chance to deliver counterplay. Instead, she jumped forward and rolled, letting the two Gargoyles collide in midair like cartoon characters. The crowd of Gargoyles around her reached down to end her life, but with her feathering glowing with blasted business leader, she spun around with her wings to the full expended and carved them all down like the blades of a helicopter.

Standing at the border of the roof with a declamatory crowd of Gargoyles slowly inching towards her, genus Selene didn't have a bingle dip of fear in her core and was barely out of breath. Even in the midst of battle, she had a spacious grinning on her face from the physical exertion and the tactual sensation of the sweat on her face. This scrap was resonating with her ; the confessedly life or death challenge and the probability to be pushed to her point of accumulation, it was practically euphoric. She could barely take her happiness at insistency she could feel and energy within her that was pushing back against this pressure.

"Die, niggling bitch !"one of the Gargoyles howled as it leapt towards her.

With a swing of her arm, Selene sliced the creature in half right down the middle and sent the two parts flying past her and down into the street. Now it was her turning to run into. Stretching her offstage, she gave a mighty pushing against the air and threw herself forward, straight into the Gargoyle midst. The Hell beasts did not see this coming and were caught of guard, giving Selene the chance of a lifespan 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 dim fauna with her glowing annex, one of them managed to land five enceinte cut across her shoulder. While the pain stopped her impulse, the frisson it sent through her only made her smile grow in savageness.

"Perfect, it's no fun without a little something to repair for."She purred with blood trickling down her arm.

The Gargoyle that had slashed her licked her blood of its claws in relish 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 beast off its base and swinging it around like a giant flail. As she knocked down the environ Gargoyles like bowling pins, her injure arm ached from the melody, but the endorphin rush it had triggered and the effort being used to combat the pain made Selene's center race in enjoyment. It was not a sadistic pleasure, but an energetic one, like a hyperactive minor desperate to get out of schoolhouse and just run around freely.

The Gargoyle's tail finally snapped from the strain, sending the creature hurtling off the building and taking away all of genus Selene's balance. She continued to spin around, desperately trying to slow herself down and get a hold of herself. So dizzy she could barely mean, Selene fell back into the limb of Baltoh, who caught her as if they were dancing the Tango. Looking at each other, they both smiled and shared a long kiss while the conflict around them raged,

"Baltoh, get back up here ! We need a way to finish his outpouring of Gargoyles ! They're taking up all of our attention !"rosemary shouted over the nearly-deafening chorus line of screams.

Baltoh chuckled and stood genus Selene back up, then turned back to the beastly deluge and clapped his hired hand together."holy person Art : Roaring Clouds Of paradise !"

oceanic abyss in the Gargoyle deluge, a gravid eruption of white clouds surged outwards like a gas blowup, spinning in a dense whirl with holy energy crackling through the folds of vapor like lightning. The violent storm consumed the unholy spawn while it grew and reduced them to ash, but not before killing them like a poison gas cloud. The swarm lowered itself, forming a seal over the monumental chasm and killing any Gargoyles that tried to use it to enter New York.

"Good, now we can focalise on early area. follow on Baltoh, Baltoh ?"Rosemary panted, looking around. Her gaze shifted upwards and she became pallid as she spotted him, hovering up above the cloud barrier. His four annex were pointed downwards and his annulus was spinning wildly between the tips.
"Are you crazy ? ! You'll destroy all of blaze and need us down with it !"

"Relax, I'm just using a fraction of its true power. Everyone hang on ! This is really going to shake the city !"He hollered. Hearing his warning, all of the Archangels fled as fast as they could, just moments before he released the unfathomable blast.

The neon beam exploded from his halo, shooting straight down like a colossal falls and snuffing out the cloud barrier blocking the Gargoyles. Baltoh's reckoning had been decline in the saturation of the blast, as its diameter was just shy of the diameter of the pit, essentially filling it up like a pipe with window pane. The radio beam shot down into the sea of Gargoyles that had risen up from netherworld to try and get to New York, basically carving through their drove like a jet of hot pee through ice. Several million Gargoyles were just killed by the flak alone.

The blast zoomed down between the inter-dimensional void, finally striking Hell and detonated. In a blast that shook New York to the point of near city-wide wipeout, an explosion was set off in Hell, equal to more than ten thousand H bombs. An ocean of fire surged up in the space between New York and Hell, engulfing every entity that had been trying to strain the city and killing them like insects under the fury of a flamethrower, sending their death price to the range near ten digit. From every opening carved into the city, a pillar of fire snap upwards like a geyser, incinerating just about anyone close by and blinding whoever looked directly at it.

The city became dead-silent as every entity tried to regain their mental comportment and name out what they were supposed to do. Everyone was looking at Baltoh in shock and awe as an ash cloud rose up from the bit below him.

"Let's take care of the subsister and then repair the damage,"he called out as his anchor ring returned to the top of his head.



Baltoh stood in the hallway of one of New House of York's hospitals, tending to a wounded man who was struggling to stay alive with a torn windpipe and jugular vena. His custody were glowing with green energy, repairing the damaged faster than modern medical specialty ever could. To the sound of the generator humming in the basement, MD and nurses struggled to keep people alive with dim light and melt resourcefulness. Every hallway and room was stuffed with beds, the base was wet with pedigree from poorly-bandaged wounds, and those who had only shaver injuries would basically suffer to dole out with it themselves or hope they could find an Angel to aid them. This was just one hospital, and that was only counting the mass who had actually been brought in. The urban center was blanketed with the dead and wounded, with those needing contiguous forethought basically being brought in by the truckload.

As the demise and injured cried out in pain and need of aid, the medical staff worked feverishly not to waste time or attention by asking the backer questions while they helped tend to the wounded. For every doctor and nurse, there was one Angel using his or her top executive to heal someone, and the need to ask them about the hereafter or, the closed book of the universe, or even personal interrogative was overpowering. Here they were, the answers to the peachy questions on worldly concern, but just as they would spread out their mouths to mouth, a cry of pain from their patient or a sudden nebulizer of line would scuff their attention back to the matters at hand, forcing them to hold in their curiosity.

The Angels had a standardized nervousness around Baltoh, though they were filled with to a greater extent curiosity than fear. That had been told that Baltoh was one of the greatest threat to Heaven, a berserk that had defeated archangel as if they were goose egg. Even though he had never killed any of the personnel of nirvana, his fiend one-half and his unstoppable strength in battle made him a terror, while his Archangel one-half and his drive to remove evil made him almost an matinee idol.

Once the wounding in the man's neck opening closed, Baltoh sighed and looked out the nearby window. well over a 100 Angels were arriving to attend to in the healing process, meaning that he could finally take a open frame. Even after firing a cult blast to end the battle and not resting after having healed almost three one hundred people, his energy levels were still fairly high, but his mind was aweary. He was used to blood and chaos, but not seeing actual livelihood humans lose their life-time in such awful direction and on such a grotesque scale.

Becoming intangible, he floated up to the roof of the hospital to clear his mind for a few minute. Stepping onto the roof, he leaned against the side of the expiration with his hand over his aspect as he rubbed his temples.

"Baltoh…"a woman's voice said softly. He looked over and his eyes widened as they focused on Molly, who had a nervous flavor on her face.

"mollie, hey,"he replied, unsure of what else to say.

"Can I talk to you about something, or is now a bad meter ?"

"No, it's fine."

She stepped over to him and leaned against the wall, hesitating before oral presentation."Normally I would talk to genus Selene, but I can't find her anywhere and she is probably just as busy as you are. To be good, I have no one else really to babble out to. You're the only other non-human that I know, and I just don't think a living someone would empathise me.

Oh god, this is so stupid. You already have so much to deal with and yet…"she cursed, turning away from him.

"Molly,"he said softly and kindly, but with such authority that she stopped in her trail."I know what you're going to say. You think that with everything that's going on, your problems don't matter and you don't want give anyone else the added load. But we are friends and I want to facilitate you. I want to stool you happy. Any weighting you have to carry, I'll carry with you."

Molly turned to him with a sad smiling on her face."Thank you,"she said before retaking her home beside him and looking down at the floor, taking a mystifying breath."The problem is… I was too scared to agitate. I ran away when the engagement started. Everyone else fought against those monsters, but I was petrified. Even Selene jumped into the fray without hesitation, but when I thought back to what those Demons did to me, I just froze up. I don't even know why I was made an Angel in the number 1 position, I don't even screw how I even went to Heaven."

"mollie, there is null wrong with being scared, especially for someone in your military position. If genus Selene had endured what you endured, then she would have froze as well. Not only is it derisory to just expect you to be a fighter, but to do so after what those whoreson did to you… you have nothing to be ashamed of or apologize for. I'm the one who should be apologizing ; I got you involved in this mess in the first off place."

Baltoh gently brushed back a lock of her lucky hair, and as his digit grazed her buttock, she burst into tears and sat down on the storey, wrapped in her fender. Baltoh crouched down and put his arm around her, holding her tightly as she cried. He tried to cerebrate of something to say, something to make her feel better, but he had no experience in which to guide on. He didn't know how to comfort people when all he himself had known was pain.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see all the Demons standing over me, laughing. Every clip my psyche wanders, I remember the nuisance 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 gasp.

In the corner of the ceiling, rosemary landed while cloaked to be indiscernible, as she was hoping to just get Baltoh and not get swept up in the calamity of the hospital. She was originally there to tell him that there was a meeting going on, but now, she didn't want to disrupt. With a look of fond pride on her face, she stood back to let Baltoh help oneself Molly.

"Shhhh, it's ok. They're all in now, I killed them all for you and for what they did to you. All that happened to your old man body, but you've been reborn into a new body. I'm not saying that you should just act like it never happened, but you have no scars in which to carry. Your physical structure is completely untouched ; nothing has been taken from you. The only traces of your hurting lie in your own retentiveness. All you have to do is seem forward to the time to come and bury the past tense like your old trunk. What happened to you happened, we can't alteration that, but you can come to terms with it and with what has happened since then. You aren't their victim, you are an saint, and you have the neat fortune in the cosmos to deepen everything and start from scratch."

Molly gained a minuscule grin of heartsease on her aspect as they both got to their feet.

"Baltoh, it seems that Selene really was just what you needed…"Rosemary silently whispered, feeling her heart clotheshorse as she listened to him.

"Listen, take all the meter you need, do whatever you need to do to be at ataraxis. If you ever want to fight down, you're more than welcome, but if you feel like you can't do it, then no one will try you. You have all the time in the world to screen out matter out and you'll always have the support of Selene and I. I love genus Selene, but you and I share a Bond as well."

Molly was understood, but Baltoh knew that she wanted to say something. He held up his helping hand and lifted her Kuki-Chin, looking into her blue angel eyes and trying to get her to address."What is it ? Tell me."

"There is one thing that I need, one thing that only you can do to make me sense better. Make love to me, Baltoh, just like you do with Selene."

Baltoh was troubled by her response and Rosemary was shocked as well."Are you sure ? 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 forget everything that happened to me. I want to paint over that nightmare with a beautiful dream,"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 saltation and their manpower run across each other's body. Baltoh was gentle at first base, waiting to feel Molly's foreplay turn over its bloom before showing any sort of aggressiveness. When he was sealed that her lecherousness was fully energized, he shoved her against the wall of the issue and pulled his lips away from hers, instead kissing her neck and making her purr in pleasance. Rosmarinus officinalis watched them with her whole body palpitation and her breathing quick and shallow. This was the firstly time she had seen something so… passionate, so… arousing.

picking mollie up and holding her against the bulwark, Baltoh continued to kiss her cervix and collarbone, while she purred in felicity from the touch of his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Yes, just like that. Just like you would with her,"she murmured, pushing his cap back and running her fingers through his hair.

Looking up, Baltoh slipped his long tongue between Molly's lip, licking the inside of her mouth while she lovingly sucked on it. While they kissed, Baltoh reached up with his can and carefully cut the lacy strap of her dress and bra. Holding her up with one hand on her shapely tooshie, he used his other manus to pull out down on her dress, letting her melon-sized jugful pop out like airbags. molly's breathing was fleshy as the fresh air kissed her titty, followed by Baltoh. Running his lips across the plump soft balloons, he stimulated every nerve with artistic science, bringing her to her maximum stratum of arousal.

As Rosemary watched Baltoh suck on molly's tit and leave them wet and erect, she listened to Molly's coos of pleasure and felt them resonating with her body. Watching the two of them made her boob tingle with the desire to tasted and stimulated and listening to molly and seeing the look of euphoria on her face was sending ripples of fondness through her consistency from between her legs. No subject how hard she tried to crusade it, she was finding herself turned on. But she was also feeling envious, as her breasts were nothing compared to the squishy bowling balls that stood out on Molly's chest.

"Baltoh, recite me you love me,"Molly whispered as he cut away her dress, exposing her wet pantie. Her spokesperson was mellow pitched and desperate, almost a whimper.

"What ?"

"You don't have to stand for it. I don't fear if you lie. Please, before you take my virginity, I just want to hear it,"

Baltoh hesitated but proceeded."mollie, I love you."

All of the energy he had burned with just a second before became serene, as he leaned forward and gave her a tenacious kiss, gentle and tender.

"Thank you,"she panted with her hint thick with hormones and her legs wrapped tightly around his waistline.

He cut away her pantie, revealing her smooth wet dent, begging to be penetrated. Undoing his sash and pant with one hand, Baltoh pulled out his rooster, which was already fully tumid and trembling with his heart rate. Instead of entering Molly, he continued to buss her and grinded the shaft against her awaiting pussy, driving her wilderness with anticipation. Without him even inserting the head, he had molly giving soft moan of bliss as his sinewy hammer rubbed against her soft delicate lip. It felt so hot and powerful that she was almost at the point of begging to feel it inside her.

From where she was standing Rosemary was unable to see Baltoh's manhood, but in the backrest of her idea, she desperately wanted to, not only due to her feel and desires for him, but also out of the mere rarity of whether he had the endowment of a Demon or not.

"Are you sure you want this ?"Baltoh growled in her ear as he kissed her neck.

"I'm sure, just please say it again,"she said softly, holding onto him for dear life while his peter rubbed against her pussy and got soaked in her juices as it widened her sass in preparation.

"I love you Molly."

"Thank you, Baltoh, thank you. Now please, let me feel you,"she murmured with her face buried in the side of his neck.

Holding her up even higher, Baltoh positioned his cock against the spread brim of her pussy. The two of them were both shaking in preparation for the sexual bliss. Working his hammer into the entrance, Baltoh immediately felt Molly's internal open up and widen to bear him, while she gave a high-pitched moan of pleasure that jumped in book each moment. In the background, Rosemary was watching them with her centre wide and her breathing heavy, as she was suddenly overwhelmed with jealousy for Molly, desperately wishing to live what she was.

touch her maidenhead, Baltoh came to a period and pressed himself against molly, holding her against the bulwark with his torso. He then grasped her hands with both of his and held them against the rampart with their finger's breadth intertwined above their foreland. With Molly's hands banquet and their palms pressed together, Baltoh dug his nipper into the wall, giving him a handhold for when he would occupy his usual musical rhythm. Sensing what was about to happen, Molly readjusted her legs around his waist, waiting for the final push.

Finally, in one great thrust, Baltoh forced his intact hammer into her virgin dent, rupturing her maidenhead like a grapeshot under a sledgehammer and making Molly moan so shrilly and loudly that it echoed across New York. rosemary shivered as she listened to Molly moan like an opera singer, wishing that she could feel the same penetration. Baltoh slowly pulled his putz out of her, revealing the descent of her hymen coating his member.

With her hymen ruptured, Baltoh began working his cock back into her in hanker, deep knife thrust. Each time he re-entered her, he would increase the power and stop number of his incursion, while holding onto the rampart with his claws. Her breast bouncing with each right poking, mollie gave a continuous groan of sexual cristal as Baltoh pummeled her inside with his muscular organ, growing in speed in speed every s. In lupus erythematosus than a minute, he was fucking her like a car with her body pinned against the wall and her fingerbreadth wrapped around his as he worked to keep his powerful pace. Her white meat were jiggling nonstop flight and she was moaning at the top of her lungs, unable to describe the tone of her soundbox being stuffed and stretched by Baltoh's powerful manhood.

In the setting, Rosemary was flushed with the overwhelming desire to extend to herself, her skin creep and itchiness as if she were covered in bug bites. Listening to mollie begging for Baltoh to sleep with her harder, faster, and deeper was driving her state of nature with lust and envy, but no affair how corking the desire became, she refused to indulge in the sinful desires. She had to stay resolute and do whatever she could to go along from committing the act of self-gratification. But no issue how hard 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 prolong it, Baltoh lowered his own mental barriers of self-command and increased his f number and world power, fucking her as hard and fast as physically potential, making molly cry out in happiness as his cock plunged deep into her soft tender puss, slamming into every sore spot and driving her wild.

Baltoh had his sexual climax just a few bit before mollie did, but with a jet of semen spraying her interior with what felt like the pressure of a fire hosepipe, she honestly couldn't Tell that he had stopped thrusting. His seeded player filled her to the point where it sprayed out of her pussy from the pressure of the overflow, heightening her own coming 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 consistence shook from the earth-shaking orgasm.

Both of them breathing hard, Baltoh pulled out of mollie and slowly lowered her to the floor, but with how badly her legs were shaking, she was ineffective to bear. As if broken from a trance, Rosemary shook her capitulum from side to side and felt her arousal dying down… mostly. Quickly becoming intangible, she passed through the roof of the infirmary into the top floor and then made her way through the building to the stairway leading back up. She had to appear like she had just gotten there or they would suspect her.

Reaching the stairwell, she became physical once again and lowered her cloaking spells. Taking one last deep breath to becalm her nervus, she walked up the staircase, opened the door, and came out onto the ceiling. She turned around to Baltoh and almost jumped at the sight before her. mollie was on her human knee, her foreland bobbing back and forth as she sucked Baltoh off with unbelievable skill, draining every last drop-off of semen. Baltoh grunted as he had his second orgasm and Molly leaned her principal back with her rima oris spread, letting ejaculate spray her font and sate her rima oris, which she hungrily swallowed before blowing him again, sucking up every remained glob and licking him clean. Even while flaccid, Rosmarinus officinalis was unable to deny that Baltoh's manhood was beyond impressive, but with a scowl, she let go of the door and allowed it to close, creating a loud strike that made Baltoh and Molly jump in surprise.

"There is a get together about to find in City dormitory, watch 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 cheek."Thank you Baltoh, I really needed that."She said softly.

Baltoh turned to her with a small smile and leaned forward, kissing the one office on her face that wasn't coated in cum."Of course of instruction, it was my pleasure."

He then chased after Rosemary and stepped into the dark stairway where she was waiting. Not even bothering to wait for him to close the doorway, she turned around and began walking down the stair, stomping loudly as her temper leaked out.

"If they're all in metropolis residence, then why are we going downstairs ?"Baltoh asked as they turned a corner.

"So that I could do this,"rosemary said before turning around and smacking him across the brass as hard as she could. The puff didn't send Baltoh back a single gradation, but he clutched his brass and growled.

"What the snake pit was that for ?"

"I always knew you could be miserly, but never cruel. I thought you were in erotic love with Selene !"

"I am !"

"Then what are you doing fucking that whore ? ! After everything that happened, how can you just betray on her ? !"

"I wasn't cheating on Selene ; molly is part of our relationship. Remember when I asked for your advice and told you that Selene wanted something that would normally be the desire of the man ? Well it was a threesome with her champion. We had just had one on the nighttime genus Selene was captured and Molly was killed. Including Molly was all Selene's theme. She is now constituent of the group. I did cypher wrong."

While his words crushed rosemary's charge, there was still so much anger in her eyes.

"You can be a real by-blow, Baltoh, you know that ?"she muttered before turning away.

Before she could rage off, Baltoh grabbed her hand and spun her cover around."If you're going to be raging with me, then at least have the guts to say the grounds. Don't be a passive-aggressive bitch about it."

Rosemary looked away from him as a tear ran down her cheek."You were supposed to have it off me ! I knew you first, I knew you the tenacious, and I knew you estimable than anyone ! If you were supposed to fall in love with person, it should experience been me ! Instead you just mounted the first human you saw and started fucking any man of ass that walked by without care or emotion ! If it was so comfortable for you to be intimate with someone, why couldn't you be intimate with me ? !"

"I'm sorry, but I changed. I'm not the Saame someone you met in Hell twenty-three class ago,"he said softly.

"Don't give me that shit, nothing in Hell ever changes !"

Scowling, Baltoh grabbed her by the articulatio humeri and slammed her against the bulwark, leaving her stunned."I said we met in Hell twenty-three days ago, that was twenty-three years for you, but for me, it was over eight thousand years. thing change Rosemary, things always change, including people, and while you may not conceive it, you're the cause why I changed so much,"he said with their faces just inches apart.

She turned away from him, tears streaming from her centre."It's not evenhandedly. If you changed so a lot, then why couldn't you be with me ? ! Why couldn't I be the one who affected you so much ? !"

She jerked as Baltoh picked her up as if she was weightless and pinned her against the rampart with their fingerbreadth intertwined and his claws digging into the concrete, letting him guard on while he had his body pressed against hers. Rosemary shivered as she felt his erection between her legs, the two of them separated only by the fabric of their pants. Even while covered, it felt so warm and powerful to her, she desperately wished she could see it and touch it.

‘ So this is what it feels like…'she thought to herself as she was forced to hold onto him by clinging to his waist with her legs.

"Is this what you wanted ?"Baltoh whispered, the two of them in the Saami spot that he had been in with Molly just a few arcminute ago.

"Yes,"rosemary said softly with her center closed.

Baltoh leaned forward and kissed her, causing her eyes to make off exposed as their brim joined and separated and their tongues danced. Rosemary began to hum and purr as Baltoh proceeded to begin thrusting his body forward, rubbing his fit out cock between her wooden leg, 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 metre, perhaps you shall cause it. affair are changing, Rosmarinus officinalis, they're changing faster than ever before. I have a feeling that my truce with Heaven won't last too long after this all destruction and the billet of division will be redrawn. When that happens, you are going to have to pick a side, just ready sure that it is the rectify 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 clock time. Even in sin, it will call for a while for plenty troops to be found to march on us again,"Raphael said. Again, the loss leader of the defensive personnel were all standing in the mayor's billet, planning their future move. Selene was there but Rosemary was belatedly to arrive.

"But at what monetary value. Baltoh, do you have any idea how much harm you may have just inflicted to Hell ? If that realm became too damaged, it might just fall in in on itself and then we would really be in trouble. bury a muddle between dimensions, that dimension would demolish itself and drag the other two with it,"Gabriel warned.

"I know, that's why I kept the business leader usage low. That bam caused a lot less demolition than you think, as most of the energy was expelled through the upwards burst of the explosion."

"How are the people of the city ?"Selene asked. Michael shook his head with his optic bloodshot from stress.

"We lost well over a century thousand people and more than a million were wounded. Even with angel flooding the city, there were just too many enemy forces to proceed the human race safe. And that's not even counting the turn of Angels we lost,"he sighed, brushing back his Mohawk.

"I expected nothing less. I can't imagine any of the residents of this city surviving this war. nigh likely, whether we win or lose, everyone will probably dead and the trough will be overflowing with bloodline,"Baltoh ominously muttered.

"rich person you guys figured out how to turn all this yet ?"the mayor asked impatiently.

"We have our best minds in Heaven running feigning after feigning and studying this unusual person from every angle,"Raphael sighed."However, it is not nearly as elementary as we thought it was. It seems that bastard Abaddon and his friends wasn't just lounging and eating citizenry between their appearances. We've found mark of symbolic representation scribbled across the urban center in human rip, and I don't just intend at the situation where those conflagration Abysses were summoned. This city is literally blanketed with symbols. As you can ideate, it is Hellscript, and it obviously serves some purpose."

"So ? What the hell does all this mean ? !"the top dog of police yelled, already on border from the battle, the end, and the finger he had lost in the fighting.

"It means that the rite they used was much Sir Thomas More building complex than just six bidding and human negativity,"Gabriel cursed."They basically wrote all of the info in the subroutine library of Congress out of binary code, that's how complex it was. We're trying to figure out the accurate sequence of symbols required, but it's yearner than your DNA and finding even most of them and what society they went in is out of the question. We're basically trying to compute out the blueprints of a castle after finding just half a brick bulwark. The fact that I need THIS many metaphors should order you what sort of quagmire we're dealing with. If we were to try and create a reversing formula from scraping, it would pick out thousands, if not tenner of thousands of years…"

"Which the daemon have had thanks to the day-to-year time ratio of the pits,"Baltoh interrupted.

"So the state of affairs is really that grim ?"Selene asked worriedly.

"Even more so. Unless the geniuses in Heaven just draw out the correct episode at random like a bunch of rascal on typewriters printing out the works of Bard of Avon, then we have no way to reverse the affects of this rite,"Michael swore with his smell as cold as space.

"Can't you guys just call on God to aid us ?"the mayor asked.

The room was silent.

"Godhead stopped caring about the goings on of the world a long time ago,"Baltoh muttered.

"What if we snuck into Hell ?"genus Selene suggested."I know you said that we can not face them headspring on, but if we were to get in their discreetly and tried to destroy whatever it is that's allowing this ritual to extend ?"

"No, Tenebrous would just sense us immediately and kill us,"Baltoh sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair.

"Tenebrous ?"the mayor asked.
"The true Devil. I'm sure you think that the Old Nick is actually Satan, who was originally the fallen archangel Lucifer. That is incorrect. Satan and Lucifer are princes of hellhole. You know how they say that Satan is the prince of swarthiness ? fountainhead Tenebrous is the baron, the outset demonic entity born through neither human coalition or the falling of an Archangel."

"And not even you can stop him ?"genus Selene whispered.

Baltoh took a trench breathing place."No, his mogul are worlds apart from mine. I can't even defeat the Hell Princes. I'm a powerful hero and I can do planetary desolation. However, Tenebrous is a on-key god and his force lie on a universal scale. I'm just a mosquito to him. He's personally come after me several hundred times, and each metre, I escape by the skin of my tooth. Every clock time 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 reverse it,"said Rosmarinus officinalis.

Everyone was silent and time slowly passed by. One minute, two minutes, three. Baltoh had his Chin resting on his camp fingers, deep in thought."Deus Ex Machina,"he finally said under his breath.

Everyone turned to him, the archangel with an especially anxious tone on their faces.

"What ?"Selene asked.

"There might be a way to vacate the summons. Deus Ex Machina, ‘ god out of the machine ’."

"desecration ! Speaking such give-and-take is sacrilege !"Michael hissed. Baltoh repeated the phrase in Hellscript, oral presentation in an abnormally deep voice and making everyone in the room cringe from the ugliness of the dialect.

"What is Deus Ex Machina ?"Selene asked with a very grievous tone.

"It is a theory dreamt up in Hell by gentile 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 longsighted as I have lived and seen as much as I have seen. As I said, it means ‘ god out of the machine ’, and it originally referred to Horace's Ars Poetica, in which he warned poets to never solve the plots of their history through the sharp noise of a god. Machina refers to the Stephen Crane used in swordplay to lower the role player playing these gods dramatically onto the stage. However, it has a different yet similar meaning.

Deus Ex Machina is the theory that it was not Jehovah in Heaven that created this population and Hell, but Heaven and sin splitting off from this universe upon its birth, in which you humans call the"Big Bang ”. Basically, if Heaven and pit are contrary weightiness on a scale, then this cosmos is the scurf itself. In this mind, this universe is known as Cinereo, which is Latin for ‘ grizzly ’, or essentially the combination of shadow and light.

The s part of the idea of Deus Ex Machina is that Jehovah and Tenebrous were not always divine, but at one point were lesser existence, no greater than you or I. The belief is that there are three Thrones, each service of process as the thrashing heart and matrix of a land. Whether these are literal thrones or emblematic 1, nobody is sure. But they say that whoever is able to direct a Throne becomes a god of that universe. Tenebrous occupies the Throne of sin, Jehovah occupies the throne of paradise, and the stool of Cinereo is vacant and always has been. In this sheath, ‘ god out of the motorcar'refers to the Thrones creating the gods."

"So you're saying that if we can call for control of the Throne of Cinereo, then we can overthrow all this ?"Selene asked desperately.

"Whoever takes a commode becomes a god, those are the formula. And if you ask me, I think having a god on our side is our best bet."

"Listen Baltoh, I said we would work together from now on, but that doesn't mean we're friend so you don't get to pull these hard-nosed jokes !"Michael barked.

"The only reason why you are so against it is because it disagrees with the lies you've been told. With the theory of Deus Ex Machina, life originated in this cosmos instead of being created by God, meaning that evolution is true and you and your chap Archangels were created after the arrival of mankind, being created by God, who was inspired by the design of human being on Earth."Baltoh said as he turned to him.

"heterodoxy !"Michael shouted.

Rosemary on the other deal had her scowl focused instead on Michael.

"Hold on, when I learned about Deus Ex Machina, there wasn't nearly as much detail or information. The account I received was nothing like this,"she growled, pointing her arm out at Baltoh.

"It doesn't matter what version you heard, every edition is wrong. Don't you hear this ? Don't you hear the insult to everything we believe and watch ? The revilement to the truth of the world ? !"

"What is the truth, Michael ? ! What is the truth that we believe and keep up ? Think about it, Yahwe 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 Archangels, his messengers, and yet I can't remember the last time I saw him or heard him. We know nada about Jehovah, only what we have told each early. And here he is, the former and strongest of us, the lonesome Demon-Archangel cross to ever exist, the greatest anomalousness in the universe, and he knows the origin of the universe with more pellucidity than we do !"

Michael stood finale 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 tell half backer and archangel in Heaven to halt their impossible mission to find a reversing spell and instead state them to start looking for the crapper 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 time I fire one of my blow down into Scheol, it will be at full power. I don't maintenance if it inadvertently destroys nether region and we go down with it, it's one of our only considerable options. Find the Throne or blow out up snake pit, it's your call."Baltoh said with a deeply rumbling voice.

"red cent it, will you just do it already ! I don't care what it takes, just save my urban center !"the city manager shouted.

"Fine, but if this all fails, it's on you,"Michael cursed before storming out.

"Arrogant shit,"Baltoh muttered.

"Baltoh, you said it yourself that you don't know if the Thrones are actual potty or if it's a symbolical name. How can we find something without knowing what it is and what it looks like ?"Gabriel asked.

"Not to mention that looking for it means searching the integral macrocosm,"Raphael added.

"I know that, that's why we need to look at it from a philosophic tip of view."

Gabriel sighed."I'll get our brightest mind on it. At to the lowest degree we have something to go on."He said before disappearing in a flash of light as she returned to Heaven.

"I digress, there is nil 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 Nox approached ( though there was no way to tell time in the subterranean city ) Baltoh was sitting against the headboard of the hotel bed with Selene straddling his left field second joint and molly straddling his right. The two womanhood were rubbing their slippery slit against his stage like a duo of mahimahi scratching an itch and were each stroking Baltoh's towering tool, all while the trine were all kissing each other with their clapper forming the long-fabled triple-helix. While they grinded against his thigh, he was rubbing their cycle asses with his hands.

Enwrapped in their pleasure, the three of them, even Baltoh, were incognizant of rosemary standing in the corner, completely insensible to all green goddess. 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 mix of dissimilar emotions and stood like a statue, completely fixed on the sensual dancing while her mind raged,

After coming so close to being cozy with Baltoh in the stairwell, only to be romantically rejected again and finding him in the throe of intimacy with his lover and blonde concubine at the Same fourth dimension, rosemary felt bitter rancor and angriness towards him for his hypocrisy. But before long, that choler turned to begrudge, envy of Selene and mollie for being able to make him in the way she had always wanted.

There was also a very foreign curio welling up inside her as she watched Molly and Selene, specifically the way they treated each other in this complicated honey trigon. She hadn't seen it before when Baltoh fucked Molly on the hospital roof, but now it was clearly evident. Seeing them bound together so sensually, all while Baltoh's ticker belonged to Selene and Selene's to Baltoh… it was very perplexing. The results were a confusing knot of sociable kinetics that she found incredibly… interesting, so interesting that she was compelled to hit the books it from every angle like a scientist categorizing a new species.

Watching the two women kiss each other with Baltoh's tongue between their soft wet sassing and their hands gently stroke and vibrate each other's bare bodies, Rosemary could feel strong lust and desire burning within her. She wanted to be touched in that same sensual way, and not just by Baltoh. There was a sealed softness, a sure sweetly arrant eroticism to the touching between the two womanhood, a singular amiability that did not live between a man and a women. This unusual bonding was so tantalizing that Rosemary desperately wished she could distinguish it to herself, just to consume a definition for it.

In her life, the solely sexual mentation she had experienced were for Baltoh, and those were controlled by her pride as an Archangel. But now, lustfulness and intimate hunger were flooding her body like a rake blood transfusion, stirring her thoughts into dissimilar phantasy, each involving Baltoh or the women. She had jumped from having strong feelings for only Baltoh to sexual curiosity and desires for these two women, and all in the path of just a few minutes.

"Baltoh, baby, sleep with me,"Selene groaned as she pulled her lips away from his and Molly's. Baltoh smiled and placed a kiss on the core of her breast while Molly pouted that Selene got the first turn.

Molly moved aside and Selene settled on Baltoh's lap, inserting his tool into her glistening puss. She gave a soft whimper of pleasance as it entered her, filling every corner and cranny of her velvet interior. Leaning back with her chest heaving and her white meat jiggling like pee balloons, Selene began bouncing on his stopcock like it was a trampoline, purring in bliss and rubbing her dilute pussy with her hand after licking her fingers. While genus Selene rode Baltoh, he lied down insipid and mollie began riding his typeface, whining from the intense sensations of his knife flicking her sopping wet slit while she ran her tongue across genus Selene's swinging titties.

In the niche, Rosmarinus officinalis's breathing was sonorous as she watched them. With her eyes running up Selene's and molly's beautiful eubstance, slightly glistening from a slender film of sweat, and listening to the sounds of Selene's wet kitty lip hungrily sucking Baltoh's cock while her fluid thighs clapped against his, rosemary felt like her unit body was being tickled. Her cutis longed to be touched and she longed to feel herself. She wanted to feel her hands against her own naked soundbox for the first material time in her life. Even while unhearable, unseeable, and intangible asset, she was afraid to strike for fear of being noticed, but this self-instated restriction and the fact that she knew onanism was a sin just made that desire so much stronger. Her breathing became rapid, she began licking and chewing on her sassing, and she had her weapon tightly pressed against her sides, rubbing her fingers against her thighs, wishing that she could rip away her sloppy pants and affect herself.

Back on the bed, molly's coos were turning into flash whines as Baltoh's persistent knife brought her closer and closer to her foremost flood tide as an Angel. He was gorging himself on her delectable cunt, slurping up every drop of her fluids that he could and mentally diving into the Delicious taste and feeling of Molly's essence. Desperate for promote stimulation, the blonde ravisher shifted her exercising weight, using one hand to squeeze her huge titty almost brutally and feel her tight asshole with the other. Her whine grew in book and she stopped licking genus Selene's bouncing tits, contending herself with just holding her tongue out against her friend's chest.

As she got exponentially closer and closer to having her first-class honours degree orgasm, she worked her middle finger in her anus faster and faster, sending shivers up her eubstance from the unusual sensory faculty. Finally, she pulled her finger out and sucked on it hungrily, licking off the tasteless oil of her rectum and gaining a euphoric mental tremble from the mere kinkiness of the act. She resumed fingering herself, using her saliva as lubricant in her arse. Once she had it covered in another wet layer, she pulled her finger out, wiped it on Selene's nipples, and then held it up to her acquaintance's typeface. Selene's wrapped her rim around mollie's finger, sucking on it as if she was giving it a blowjob and savoring the nonexistent savour, all while molly sucked on her nipples.

Finally, mollie gave a particularly loud high moan as she had her first orgasm, flooding her insides with jubilant fluids that Baltoh hungrily licked up. Her unharmed body shaking, mollie moved aside and lied down on the bed like an exhausted cat, panting heavily.

"Wow Molly, I can't believe how a great deal that took out of you,"Selene laughed as she got off Baltoh.

"This new body just wasn't used to it. Don't worry, I'm ready for more than,"she replied, taking genus Selene's place.

As mollie set herself to accept Baltoh's powerful erection, genus Selene was crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around mollie's naked trunk, holding it against hers while she lovingly kissed her neck opening. rosemary licked her lips with her mouth dry, desperately wishing for be touched so tenderly and sensually by person, specifically, one of the three before her. Her body ached to feel the au naturel body of Selene or mollie pressed against her own, to palpate one of them kissing her peel in that same sexual loving way and to feel that same sweetness.

mollie finally managed to do work the head of Baltoh's cock into the entranceway of her body and gave a loud crying gasp as she lowered herself onto it, feeling her vagina stretch to conduct in the mass. Selene tightened her wait on her lesbian lover with her paw between Molly's legs, giving a hum of her own as she felt mollie's pelvic part protuberance as Baltoh's cock stuffed her to the percentage point of bursting, the ecstasy was almost telepathically passing onto her.

While there was no pain in the penetration, Molly screamed as Baltoh entered her completely. Her wholly torso was trembling as she tried to get reacquainted with Baltoh's extremity interior of her and she was giving a mild whimper with each move she made. After ten seconds, she gained a coy smile and lifted herself up, revealing Baltoh's hard cock, quivering with each heartbeat and glistening with her vaginal juices. With Baltoh's tail wrapped around her waist to hold her, Molly lowered herself back down and began her brace rhythm method of birth control, springing on his turncock while crying out in transport every time the head punched the deep corner of her pussy like a boneless fist. As she picked up upper, she relied more and more on Baltoh's powerful tail to pump her up and down as if she were a Walter Piston while the phone of her thighs clapping against Baltoh's drowned out her shriek of joy. Behind her, genus Selene was curled up against Baltoh and the two lovers were passionately making out with his arms wrapped around her hourglass figure.

In the quoin, Rosmarinus officinalis was staring in awe at Molly's heaving consistency, her bosom jumping like two indestructible water balloons attached to the handles of a pogo pin. Even without lights on, Molly's body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat, allowing every muscle under her skin to display itself with each jubilant tremor. Watching as Molly bounced wildly on Baltoh's stopcock and was fucked like a blow-up doll, rosemary was filled with so much luxuria that she couldn't take it any more. She wanted to run her natural language along this alien's body as if she were a jumbo lollipop.

The sound of Molly's thigh clapping against Baltoh's and her moans of intimate happiness was like medicine to Rosemary's ears, her vivacious body looked downright sexually attractive, the olfaction of her pussy juice was like perfume, and just the sight of the three sexual pardner was captivating. All these factor were driving rosemary up the wall and she could no longer hold back herself. Trembling from head to toe, she began touching her chest tentatively with one hand and working her fingerbreadth in her panties with the former. This was the for the first time time she had ever touched herself in such away, and each gentle brush of her finger's breadth sent shivers of bliss through her quivering trunk.

Rosemary suddenly looked up from her own consistency as Molly released a shaking 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 stop, put in my ass,"she begged, spreading her branch and pulling the business firm cheeks apart.

Baltoh turned to Selene with a smile."Well darling, what do you suppose ? Would you be willing to be a footling more patient role ?"

She gained the same ship's boat smile and cupped his impertinence."Oh course of instruction, 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 placid inner thigh before running his lips against her mellisonant dish ass cheeks. Feeling Baltoh's lips against her smooth sultry rear, mollie purred and stretched like a cat, all while Selene laid back and touched herself and rosemary watched from the corner and did the Saami. Molly finally reached back and spread her ass cheeks, letting Baltoh drub his brim in desire before he began kissing her soap-white anus.

With Baltoh's font buried in her ass and his tongue and sassing working her like a neck massager, mollie cooed and shook from the delight he was giving her. genus Selene was working her fingers between her legs frantically, being both aroused by the desire to be pleasured like Molly and the sight and speech sound of molly being pleasured. rosemary was in the same stance, her shirt removed and her modest B-cup breasts exposed as she rubbed her soft peel, wishing that Baltoh would lick her in such a way, but also becoming more and more envious of Baltoh for being able to work out Molly.

After exploring the depths of her asshole with his yearn pitchfork tongue, Baltoh finally moved up, running kiss up her back and shoulders. After kissing her neck and ears, he sat up and grasped his dick, rubbing it between her cheeks.

"Please, put it in my ass. I want to get fucked in the ass,"she begged like a whore.

‘ Really ? She can't honestly mean that ! How could she possibly enjoy or want that ? !'rosemary thought in disbelief.

mollie again spread her ass cheeks as Baltoh pressed the head against her anus. Before he entered her, Selene moved up beside Molly and bickering between her ass impudence, lubing it up for the penetration. Baltoh finally pushed his member into her, making Molly bitch as the fleshy missile inflated her rectum. Like with Selene, Molly's arse instantly loosened and opened upon the incursion, welcoming Baltoh's manhood.

With the passageway open, Baltoh plunged his putz into her dickhead, making molly screeching like a banshee from the painless yet indescribable and embarrassing feeling of getting skewered by the meaty rod. Rosemary gasped as he watched Baltoh bury his full cock in Molly's anus, wondering how the blond beauty could possibly be moaning in transport with her anus stretched nearly to the power point of tearing.

With foresightful, tardily strokes, Baltoh began to jazz molly's ass with great skill, making her groan and purr in happiness with her arm underneath her while she worked her finger's breadth in her pussy. After becoming re-accustomed to Molly's loosening anus, Baltoh picked up speed, driving down into her consistence like an automatic mallet. mollie's moans became a ceaseless high-pitched scream as the quantity of joy flooding her body nearly brought her to tears.

Beside her, Selene was arching her back and moaning as her tireless finger brought her to orgasm. Back on her end, Rosemary was now completely au naturel and shamelessly fingering herself, having learned how by watching genus Selene. Just a minute ago, she had been horrified by the idea of Baltoh ramming her ass with his bulging dick, but watching and hearing mollie was turning that disgust into powerful envy, envy so enceinte that she was almost about to start fingering her anus.

rosemary's body was different from Selene and molly's, in that they had a certain well-toned adulthood, but she had more of an puerile feel. As an garden angelica not created by God, her body was the result of a large group of Angels fusing together into a single spirit, ending up with a form dictated by the majority of her"ingredients ”. As expected, all the souls that made hers were women, almost all of them quite young. But while her body wasn't as developed as Selene and Molly's, she was the Saame age as them, and she had a very rare trait that they didn't : she was a very"moist"lover. Already, her thighs were glistening with the open fluid that her arousal was drawing forth as the prevue of a very wet climax.

Without any warning, Baltoh suddenly tripled his speed, making molly give a particularly loud scream. He was driving down into her so quickly that no human would ever be able to match his velocity. His whole body could barely be discerned as anything other than a hulk blur as he fucked her like a motorcar. The bed was creaking and rocking to the point where it was at jeopardy of falling apart and molly's anus was being pummeled so knockout and so deeply that only mortal with an Angel's endurance and stamina could keep from getting ripped exposed like a tomato plant and crippled.

"Oh god, I'm cumming ! I'm cumming so firmly !"she screamed with the book of a murder victim.

Baltoh continued pummeling her asshole while her pussy became soaked with a smart layer of fluid, fucking her through her sexual climax. Finally, after almost a minute-long culmination, molly's body became calm and Baltoh pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping like a mineshaft. She was gasping for air and her whole body was limp, and like her, Baltoh was laid back against the headboard while he tried to take hold of his breath. With Baltoh's peter still standing at full attention, Selene crawled over to him with a coy grin and took it in her mouthpiece, hungrily licking off the ass oil from her friend as if were butter on a corn cob.

‘ Disgusting ! How can she possibly do that ? ! I mean, Molly is just an Angel, but still…'Rosmarinus officinalis pondered in one part of her mind while the rest of her mind wished she could sample it.

Once the meaty pole was licked clean, Selene got on top of Baltoh with her feet on his set stifle and her hands on his shoulders. With his helping hand on her hips, Baltoh lifted her up onto the top of his cock, working it into her anus. With the strength and talent of a horse, Baltoh thrust upwards into her anus, stretching the ring to its limit and making Selene give a deep moan. Baltoh waited for a few minute, making certain that his berth was redress before slowly pulling out.

With her anus hugging the top dog of his tool, he forced himself back up into her, making her give another moan. As Baltoh retook his common fast-paced beat, Molly held her head word between his legs and licked Selene's catch, giving Selene a ramify rush 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 yearning she was feeling was making her particularly wet.

For various proceedings, this went on, before Baltoh suddenly pulled out of Selene's asshole and into her pussy. Being an saint, disease and infection was impossible for genus Selene, and even if it was, her son of a bitch was as fair as a bleach bottle since she no longer needed to eat, meaning going from ass to pussy would absolutely make no backlash for her. All three adult female knew this, but the smuttiness of the act all made their Black Maria skip a beat, before the realization hit them and their stupor turned into heightened arousal. Selene had a hysteric grin on her nerve as Baltoh drove up into her pussy various times, then pulled back out and rammed himself into her arse, all in single fluid drift and without even using his hands.

This repeated over and over again, with Baltoh switching from her asshole to her pussy, soaking both opening with a foaming miscellanea of each former's natural lubricants. When he fucked Selene's motherfucker, Molly would be licking her pussy, and when he fucked Selene's bastard, Molly would bat the appearing and disappearing shaft of his cock.

After twenty minutes, Baltoh had to forego the berth from the huge total of get-up-and-go and stamina it required, even for him. As Selene got off him, mollie greedily began sucking him off, sampling the taste of genus Selene's ass and kitty-cat on his pecker. Once she had licked him clean, Baltoh sat up on his stifle and moved back up to Selene, who was on all four-spot with a coy smile. With mollie manually guiding him, Baltoh passed between the swollen lips of her snatch.

Without hesitation, Baltoh took his natural jackhammer musical rhythm, instantly turning Selene into a edgy wreck with her lip hanging open as she gave a low moan of unparalleled happiness. For the first-class honours degree few minutes, Molly sat up on her knees next to Baltoh, licking the inside of his mouthpiece while he licked hers in a retentive passionate candy kiss. However, it wasn't long before she desired more foreplay and moved in figurehead of Selene, lying on her backrest with her legs spread head and her rosy sass curled into a smile.

Lowering herself from her hands onto her cubitus, Selene excitedly buried her brass in Molly's cunt, licking her velvet backtalk with her long silky fatal hair scattered across her booster's belly. molly's usual loud moans were replaced with a soft hum as she gently moved her hands against her titty, pinching and pulling on her tit while she let her physical structure rest.

In her corner, Rosemary was chewing on her hair like it was a gag as she had her first ever orgasm. The undulation of hotness and mind-jarring tremor pulsing through her consistence with unfathomable speed were making it unmanageable to bear, let alone sustain from hollering like an opera house singer. As she fingered herself wildly, a clear liquidness sprayed from her puss as if it was a water gun as she achieved a distaff ejaculation. Soaking the floor beneath her feet and covering her tranquil legs in a glistening sheen, she fingered herself as jet after jet of the colorless fluid sprayed from between the blotto lips.

After soaking Baltoh's pecker with her orgasmic juice, Selene moved to the side to recover from her climax but Baltoh didn't waste material a second in grabbing mollie and pulling the grinning nymphomaniac over to him. Molly had one leg between Baltoh's and the early up across his chest, with Baltoh kissing her ankle and pes as he started fucking her pussy for almost ten minutes. Having caught her intimation, Selene swung her leg over Molly and sat on her case, letting mollie overeat herself on her unleash, tender snatch 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 post for another ten proceedings with Rosmarinus officinalis continuing to watch them and come to herself. The position was broken only briefly so that Molly could straighten herself and wrap up her peg around Baltoh'waist, with Baltoh picking her up and forcing his rooster into her asshole. Selene too agitate position, sitting on her bounder and grinding her smooth ebon ass cheeks against mollie's face, purring at the feeling of dominating her friend.

This went on for the rest of the night, with Baltoh switching back and forth between the two women. Collective hours were spent with his dick in different assholes, twat, and mouths, with much the time 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 point,"Baltoh finally grunted.

Hearing his warning, Molly and Selene separated and both began sucking him off, each slurping up her protagonist's saliva lovingly. Once they both had gotten their fill, Selene pressed her cheek against mollie's, both women sticking out their natural language with their rima oris all-inclusive open.

Baltoh gripped his stopcock and began stroking it like a maniac, finally allowing the mental and forcible barriers he had set up in his physical structure to whirl down and let everything flow rate. With his eyes rolling back into his caput, he released a duncish gooey jet of his seed into the two cleaning woman's faces, completely spraying them and filling up their mouth. After swallowing, the two women sat up and began licking each early's faces like a distich of cats, cleaning each other from the sperm while Baltoh lied back on the bed, his whole physical structure feeling like it was pinned down with lead weights.

Once the two woman had licked up every driblet of semen, they both curled up beside Baltoh with blissful grin. His panting having slowed and his consistency as limber as a pencil eraser striation, Baltoh too smiled and extended all four wings, wrapping them around Selene and mollie like blankets.

"shit, that was nice,"Selene purred with her fount pressed against Baltoh's left pectoral like a pillow.

"Nice ? That was fucking perfect,"mollie tiredly whispered with her case pressed against his right. Baltoh just gave a indulgent laugh as the three sex married person closed their eyes and became silent.

On the other side of the room, Rosmarinus officinalis was hurriedly getting dressed, now flushed with shame from what she had done and felt, having watched Baltoh, genus Selene, and Molly have sex, masturbate to the sight, and feel sexual magnet to the two womanhood. For hours she had played with herself, watching the three engage in the meat of sin. She couldn't believe what had happened to her in so light of prison term. Barely maintaining her intangibility, she passed through the window and frantically flew away.

Baltoh opened one eye."Selene, Rosmarinus officinalis just left."

"Hmm ? What ?"Selene asked, having been just about to precipitate asleep.

"Rosemary, she was in the room watching us the wholly time. She just left."

Selene bolted up in impact."What ? She was watching us ? ! How did you be intimate ? I didn't mother wit her !"

"Her focus on her concealment spells briefly wavered every meter she had an climax. It seems that she was pretty busy while she watched us,"He replied with a smiling.

genus Selene gained a coy feeling on her face."Well then, how about we invite her to our next session ?"she asked, licking her lips.

"Are you sure ? I mean, I can understand why you originally invited molly, but you barely even know Rosemary at all. Have you two even talked to each early ? I find it severely to believe that you are this willing to share me."

"Oh, I'm sure. And as I said before, I love to watch over. Besides, after everything you've told me about her, I know she cares about you and I know you care about her. I want you to have each other happy, I want all four of us to be happy. How about after the following battle, when all the angel are tending to the wounded, you go see her and"ask for"her ?"

"Uh… sure… whatever you want, honey."He shrugged. They were both unsounded, 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 want to be with, right ?"

"Yes, I know. I also know that you really enjoy these little sex party. I see that they make you glad, and they certainly make me happy. Listen, I know when we do this, you're always afraid that individual is going to get jealous and their feelings will get hurt, but I know you, I know us, and I know the dear we portion. Besides, I know I'll always be your # 1."

"I know, but I just don't want this to rarify things. Molly loves you and Rosemary loves me. I just want to make for certain we don't end up crossing a air and we're ineffectual to ever go back to the way we were. I don't want to be without you genus Selene, I would rather lose my powers and be cast back into Hell to be tortured for all eternity than be without you."

Selene's smile then gained a loving tenderness that was so beautiful that it brushed aside Baltoh's worry like dust against a broom."You will never misplace me. My body, mind, and individual, they all belong to you, I'm yours now and forever. No subject what happens or how complicated things become, all that we need is to love each other, because that love will hold fast us together forever,"she murmured, placing her hand on his face.

"I love you, Selene. You are the just being that I adore, that I worship, that I obey, and that I live for. You are the simply one who can evidence me what to do, the simply one who I will always keep abreast. Everyone has something that makes them subservient, something that puts their living in others hands like a III if it is found. Everyone tries so hard to blot out his or her triplet, to keep on from being vulnerable. Selene, I give my trey to you, because you will forever have my love life and my loyalty. You are the only one that can make believe this beast retract his claws,"he said before leaning forward and kissing her.

"I could say the Lapplander thing to you, because I will always obey, follow, and love you. I would do anything in this populace for you, anything accept leave you. I lost my living because I refused to leave you, and I would do it all again, just to show you my loyalty,"she whispered, returning the kiss.

"You're an Angel, you know that ?"

"Screw that, I'm a goddess,"she mused, making him chuckle.

"I love you,"they both said simultaneously before kissing again.

"Jeez, would you two get a room already ? I'm trying to sleep,"Molly tiredly mumbled with her optic closed.

"Said the young lady that is curled up naked against me after I fucked her in the ass…"Baltoh began.

"And I straddled her face, IN OUR HOTEL way,"Selene finished.

The three all gave a low jape and then closed their eyes, drifting to sleep.



A blinding light woke Baltoh up in the middle of the night, shining in through the window with the intensity of a point lightness. Cursing, Baltoh shielded his eyes and looked through the balcony window. The stone rotating shaft around the city had now been replaced with a swirling sea of molten rock, as if New York had been plopped right into the middle of a lava lamp. The metropolis had literally burned through the Earth's crust and was passing through the cape. The sole affair that kept New York from being instantly burned to a chip was the fact that it was already technically separated from the physical population of Cinereo.

"prison term is running out…"Baltoh muttered before laying his read/write head back down on the pillow.



With Selene and Molly's naked bodies held tightly in his embracement, Baltoh quickly rolled to the side and flipped the bed as a swan blast struck the hotel elbow room balcony and sent rubble and give spyglass flying through the air. outside, a struggle had just started and the military force of Hades were once again advancing on New York.

"Girls, are you hurt ?"Baltoh asked, pushing the mattress off them with his can. They both shook their heads, jittery from the sudden shock.

"Good, then let's get dressed. It is clock time to fight down once again,"he said as he stood up, still clutching them against his bare chest.

After getting dressed, the hybrid and two Angel flew out of the destruct hotel room and looked out over the city. Already, Angelica Archangelica and fiend were zooming between the building while their sword and spells clashed, monumental waterspout of Gargoyles were bursting out of the undercoat like geysers of oil, and Bleaks and evildoer were marching through the city, battling the house physician of New York. Baltoh quickly shot off towards the nearest flood of Gargoyles with Selene and molly following him.

"Angel Art : fender of the Crusader ! Demon Art : Blades of iniquity !"he called, stretching his wings to their maximal length.

Extending almost ten feet, two tempered air of white light radiated from his Angel wings while two steel-like fins of dark energy stretched from his ogre Wings. Spinning like a top, Baltoh dove into the Gargoyle horde and instantly began carving a massive gap in their numbers. With his power wings, he sliced the forcefulness of pit to part as if they were small-arm of core dropped into a food processor. Misty swarm of stemma sprayed out from the rising pillar of Gargoyles and shredded body parts blanketed the surrounding area like sleet.

The sound of gunfire pulled Selene and molly's care away from me and drew it downwards, where a van was speeding down the street with the driver desperately running over the sinner and Gargoyles on metrical unit. With how the vehicle was able to shatter the skeletons of the Sinners and rip apart the Gargoyles like slice of yield, it was obvious that the entire vehicle had been blessed, as well as the bullets being fired out the window from all the passengers.

As the van plowed through the dark forces that filled the street, glass rained down from the office building to their right as Sinners leapt from the windows, howling expletive with their out of practice steel in hand.

"Molly, try and hold them off !"Selene yelled as she swooped down to protect the van.

"Leave it to me !"her friend countered with fire in her spunk, having developed a natural phylogenetic relation for combat, just like Selene.

Pointing her helping hand at the raining skeletal frame, Molly launched the only long-range plan of attack of the Angels : a narrow Divinity Ray, just like how Gargoyles could launch miniature dark heartbeat. The fire whiplashed across the construction, not mighty enough to slice up it in half like a full-sized god Ray, but packing to a greater extent than sufficiency specialty to obliterate the Sinners.

With wear and char bone falling like hail but more Sinners continuing to land on and around the van, genus Selene took drastic activity. Standing on the ceiling of the fomite, she spun around like a ballerina while crouched with her wings extended, almost making the van looking at like a helicopter with its rotor coil spinning. Any skeletons that tried to bring down on the van instead collided with Selene's backstage, which were glowing with holy place energy. On inter-group communication, the skeleton were shattered like glass vases and their bones were charred as if sprayed with blowtorches.

Just beneath her, the passengers inside the van were firing their gun at the Gargoyles and evildoer that were chasing the van like king of beasts after an elephant. Blessed by Angels, their bullets were more than affective against the dingy horde, shattering the Sinners'skeletons and blasting gory jam straight through the Gargoyles like cervid slugs through wild boars.

Up ahead, Molly landed on the cap of a city bus which had an interior caked with blood line and aimed her manpower at the hordes of evildoer and Gargoyles chasing after the van. With a hollering of fury, she launched two electron beam of prosperous energy from her palms, sending them streaking past the van and carving through the sorry forces. With each she one cut down, five More would consume its property, drawn by the flutter of fight. But no affair how many showed up, she refused to allow her supply of zip to run out.

While she had told Baltoh and genus Selene that she had accepted and moved on from her last, it was not 100 % true. The flush of battle and peck of the Gargoyles and sinner were bringing backbone memories of the pain sensation and humiliation she suffered at the custody of the demon. That pain was turning into rage and determination, and the steely resolve to avenge her own death and fight back against the wicked spawn that had raped and tortured her. Every flashing of a memory from her dying made her blood burn in her veins like run metal and caused angry bout to rain cats and dogs down her face, but it also caused the couple ray of light of illumine shooting from her hands to increase in size and top executive, almost turning into actual Divinity Rays.

With a loud shriek, she doubled her production, making the ground shake and the Windows of the bus shatter into firearm. The shaft of light obliterated the Sinners and devil, finally allowing the rider in the van to get some semblance of safety.

"Get to Yank bowl, that's where everyone is being guarded,"genus 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 split."Hey, are you ok ?"she asked softly, brushing back a curl of Molly's halcyon hair.

"Yeah, fighting is just helping me get over some outcome,"she replied, taking a deep breath. With a supply ship smile, Selene leaned forward and kissed her.

Their consolation was cut short as the edifice behind them exploded into a tidal waving of rubble from a Bleak clawing its way up from hell on earth and into New York. genus Selene and mollie quickly raised their hands and each fired a shaft of holy muscularity at the evil conglomerate, managing to sear its body but only inflicting as much damage as a dyad of magnifying methamphetamine hydrochloride on a tree trunk. The beast snarled and shielded its face from the optical maser, causing two specialise pillars of smoke to arise up from its deal. Reaching down, the Bleak grabbed genus Selene and Molly and held them up, squeezing them in its powerful grip.

Crying out in the botheration of the vice-like metier of the Bleak's bony hired man, Selene and molly both aimed their helping hand at the puppet's font and fired a shaft of light of illuminate into its eyes, blinding the creature and causing skunk to pour Forth from its eye sockets. The beast reared back and howled in agony, tightening its grip on genus Selene and Molly to the stage where they both coughed up blood. With its vision blurry, the Bleak opened its jaws and began charging a shadow Pulse.

A kilometer away, Baltoh was facing five Demons with their powers enhanced by eating human form and they were proving to be a bit of a challenge to him. Looking over, he spotted his lover and his ally in the manus of the Bleak.

"Selene ! Molly !"he shouted, just before one of the monster managed a golden shot and plunged her os katana into his bureau and pierced his heart.

Ignoring the injury, Baltoh threw his sword at the colossal Bleak, striking it in the temple and ripping off the upper portion of its face and much of its cranium. The Bleak staggered back and tried to rest alive and on its groundwork, allowing Selene and Molly to drop off free of its grip. Before Baltoh could breathe a sigh of ease, one of the Demons attacked from behind him and managed to jab him the neck with a pickaxe made of leg and arm bones.

"You're pissing me off !"Baltoh roared, showing helplessness, even while bleeding profusely.

breakage the katana and shoving the pickaxe aside, he lunged towards the five Demons with a furious maze. low gear 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 dresser with his claws and ripping out bloody strips of her pith and left lung. The demon vomited blood and tried to depict another katana from the cover of her neck, but Baltoh stabbed her with his hand again, this fourth dimension striking just above the heart and tearing out all the Major arteries, as well as a portion of her spinal column.

The other four monster attacked at once with their weapon burning with black flame to inflict more damage. Materializing his steel, Baltoh blocked the pickaxe rap of the irregular ogre, used his right wings to block the skull-headed power hammer encroachment of the third demon, used his left backstage to block the notched jousting lance of the fourth Demon, and used his tail to strike back against the fifth devil, who was wielding a whale cleaver sword. Baltoh cringed at the pain of the hammer breaking the bones in his right field wings and the gig piercing his depart extension, but he was able to detour the attacks of the arcsecond and twenty percent and his wounds from the old altercation were already healing.

Spinning around, Baltoh struck down the second base monster with his tail and the tierce and quarter with his sword, carving all three in half. He looked down, about to slay the fifth, but the Demon had escaped and was flying towards genus Selene and mollie, who were on a nearby cap, tending to each others injuries with a nameless healing index. The Demon raised his cleaver sword above his pass and laughed maniacally as he approached,

"darn it !"Baltoh cursed, chasing after him.

"You will not hurt them !"Rosemary shouted, appearing next to genus Selene and molly with her hand aimed at the oncoming demon."holy man Art : Spear Of Destiny !"

From her palm, a golden voulge blade slam Forth River, made solely of scant and as large as a car, but also being as dilute as composition and moving as fast as lightning. The monster fishgig completely slipped through the Demon's sense of spotting and struck it without it even knowing what was coming. The steel struck the daemon drumhead on, slicing it in one-half right down the middle. With the animate being defeated, rosemary turned to Selene and Molly, without actually facing them. After watching them pleasure each early and Baltoh, she was too confused and embarrassed to seem powerful at them.

"Are you two alright ?"she asked, keeping them just out of her peripheral device vision.

"Don't headache, as long as you're observation over us, we're fine,"Selene said with a work-shy smile.

Rosemary's eyes widened in jounce and she glanced at Selene. Did she recognise ? !"Uh, good. Once you're healed, you are to reelect to fighting. This engagement isn't over yet,"Rosmarinus officinalis ordered before flying off.

Hovering in the sky with his health restored, Baltoh watched them with an aroused grin. Selene was right ; this was going to be interesting.



Rosemary kneeled before the hulk crucifix in one of the church of New York City. The battle was over, and as common, every church building in the city was packed with people, praying for God to keep open them or mourning over those who had lost their lives in the combat. The room was blood-red from the light of the red region fence around the urban center passing through the Windows, combining with everyone's gaunt faces to lay down the church seem like the scene of a barbarous massacre by Demons. Mixed in with the phone of priest's dry dull and desperate voice were the unappeasable sobs and snuff of crying people, either crying for mass they had lost, crying or themselves and their hopeless billet, or just crying.

Rosmarinus officinalis had made herself unseeable so that she could pray in seclusion, not wanting to be flooded by distraught citizens that would beg her to hallow them or their families, ask why God was not putting a full stop to this, or to thank her for what she was doing. She did not need to be bothered, especially for the latter, since she considered every end that happened to be a personal failure. Almost every Angel and Archangel that wasn't busy healing the wounded and repairing the destroyed urban center had taken a similar mannequin of solitude.

This time, she was praying for uncloudedness for the look she was experiencing for Baltoh, Selene, and Molly. It was forbidden for Archangels to be in romantic kinship, and here she was, lusting after the most forbidden man of them all, as well as two woman. She was disgusted with herself for these potent sexual want and desires, but the taboo of it only made them stronger and more arousing.

hindquarters her, the priest continued his discourse."…And so we must never lose faith in the Godhead, for by his love, we shall be delivered to safety. We must continue to fight and preserve to beg, so that we may record our devotion and he will save us."

Suddenly, the doorway swung exposed, causing everyone standing around them to become more tightly packed. In stepped Baltoh, shocking everyone that had looked to the room access. discussion had spread throughout the city of this mysterious figure, many had seen him fighting the Gargoyles, Demons, and sinner that were rising up from hell and occasionally he could be found healing the wounded. The lone information that could be gleaned of him was from the holy person who chose into interact with the world, and their answers and depictions of Baltoh were heavily biased in either direction.

After all of the battles that had taken place in the city, he had become a caption. Many the great unwashed revered him as the Savior that would rescue the city and the world from the brink of destruction, due to his mightiness and the fact that he walked between the worlds of light and darkness, while others feared him, due to his half-Demon universe and his confutative history.

"It is not your God that will keep you,"he announced with a voice so cryptical and commanding that it made everyone shake.

Rosmarinus officinalis's middle opened and she gasped at the sound of his spokesperson. Baltoh began to take the air forward and everyone in the aisle backed away from him.

"self-justification me ?"the priest asked shakily.

"YHVH will not save you, he abandoned this world long ago. Right now, only humans and Angels can lay off the iniquity. If you're going to implore, pray to us."He then rolled his center to the suction stop of a gun pointed at the rear of his head.

"You're no Angel, you're a demon !"the man holding it hissed.

"I am Baltoh. I am half-Demon and half-Archangel, and unassailable than both,"he corrected, spreading his wings to their maximum distance.

The room was filled with quieten muttering of shock from everyone as they stared at the two feathered marble-shade extension and the two black leathery bat wings.

"I suggest you put your gun down, I wouldn't want to destroy it. This place will do none of you any dear. This Christian church will not protect you from the military unit of sin, it will not get your aloof deity to gain down and redeem you, and it will not get you fascinate into promised land. The only matter that will protect you now is your own resolve.

Go, all of you. Don't waste your sentence praying in this house of Trygve Lie, instead try and help those around you. There is much work that needs to be done in this city, mass to facilitate and problems that must be solved. If you truly want to get into Heaven, then I suggest you stop needing somebody to hold your paw and get to work helping those around you instead of praying for your own soul."

Whether it was care or obeisance, the multitude left the church, streaming by Baltoh and muttering to each other. Everyone kept their aloofness from the stony crossbreed, but they did as he said and left to get back to oeuvre. The door of the Christian church closed, leaving it still with only Baltoh and Rosmarinus officinalis inside. At the end of the church, near the rood-tree, Rosemary revealed herself and stood up.

"It's strange that you tell these people to work out instead of wasting time, when you yourself could being doing a lot to help."

"I just healed over a grand multitude who were injured in the battle and I repaired fifteen urban center blocks. I'm now on break,"he said, walking down the aisle towards her and stepping around the podium.

"Why do you bother trying to suppress their beliefs when you of all people know how dead on target it is ?"she asked without turning to him, instead keeping her eyes on the crucifix.

"Because I know more about Jehovah and the existence than they ever could. Jehovah has done nothing for this humanity in two thousand twelvemonth. Why do you still worship and follow him and he does not manage about what happens to the people of this earthly concern or even his servants ?"

"And what about you ? Don't even try and tell me that you care about this world,"she replied bitterly, finally turning to him.

"I care about slaying iniquity. I care about destroying the darkness so that it can not harm others. I was born from the hatred of iniquity, and I use that hatred to protect all that evil wish to harm. I do not love this cosmos, but I have done more than for it and its people than Jehovah ever has. So tell me, why do you still observe 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 Archangels born through the collaboration of virtuous human souls, all wishing to fight evil, just like I do. You are a unification of the person of people that were made on Earth by this universe of discourse, not Yahve. You owe him nothing."

rosemary took a deep breath."Why did you come 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 hard 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 lip just an inch from her ear. Rosemary's breath was shaky from his proximity.

"No, it was more than that. I can't envisage how unenviable it was after seeing us together like that,"he whispered in her ear, making Rosmarinus officinalis's lungs stop working and her whole soundbox become like a statue.

"Oh my god…"she gasped in humiliation.

"Don't worry, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You just need to go on staying focused on your cloaking spell while having an orgasm,"he whispered, brushing his lips against the side of meat of her neck.

She held her aspect in her hired man."Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."She repeated with her face in her hired man.

Baltoh wrapped his tail around her body and felt the curved shape hidden beneath her sloppy Angelica Archangelica outfit. The gentle squeezing made her whine 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 deep breath.

"And… ?"He flicked his tongue against her ear and sent a potent tremor through her body.

"I want them, Selene and Molly. I want to be treated just like you treat them and they treat each other. I want to feel the pleasure."

With a smiling, Baltoh began running his hands across her dead body, feeling her beautiful form through her dress and making her wriggle in arousal, kissing her neck and pressing her against him."Then I will consecrate it to you. I will ease up you what you desire. All you have to do is open yourself up to me, give yourself to me, and we will show you more seventh heaven than you thought possible."

Rosmarinus officinalis shook her read/write head from incline to side as if waking up from a trance."No, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to be with you or them, and you're supposed to be with Selene, not me,"she said, desperately searching her mind for something she could say to fight her own sexual hunger.

"This was her idea. I told her about you watching us and she suggested I invite you to join. I admit, at first I was unbelieving about it, but the sense of taste of your bod is really changing my mind."

"Do you really do everything she tells you ?"rosemary asked, trying to keep her judgment clear.

"She tells me what to do and I am her herald, I tell her what to do and she is my Apostle. We both obey and bonk each early ; that is our bond. And now, we both want you."

He grabbed the collar of her singlet and the shirt underneath and tearing them away, revealing her perky breasts.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this,"she whined, more confused than ever in her life.

He rubbed her knocker with his palms, making her writhe in pleasure from the tickling tone."But you want it, right ? You want me inside you, you want to feel Selene and Molly's knife against your body, you want to feel orgasm after orgasm upsurge through you. This is what you always wanted."

"Yes, oh yes I want it so bad,"she groaned, having another change of heart.

"Then give yourself to me, and I shall grant you everything."

Wearing a look of discombobulate innocence and lust on her human face, Rosemary glanced back at Baltoh and he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and sending his undulating natural language into her subdued wet mouth. Rosemary purred at the intrusion and mirrored the act, exploring his mouth with her natural language while carefully avoiding his sharp teeth. While the flavor was farseeing since gone, rosemary could almost smack the juice of genus Selene and Molly in his backtalk and they drove her wild in kinky thirst.

With their lips locked and Baltoh's natural language filling her oral cavity, Rosemary did not sense him tear away her pants with his claws, but she shivered at the tone of the air against her bare legs. Baltoh worked his tail end between her branch, catching the waistband of her panties with the incisive tip and cutting the garment away without nicking her. With her flank retracted into her trunk and her clothes gone, the lonesome thing separating Rosemary from Baltoh's powerful erection pressing against her was the material of his pants.

erosion nix but her rosary bead chains around her wrists and feeling Baltoh's cock standing at attention against her ass like the nudging of an elephant, Rosemary trembled at the touch sensation of powerlessness that filled her. She felt so vulnerable, incapacitated, like she wasn't obeying her own will but submissively bending to his. She had felt fear in engagement before, but this was a new fearfulness, one that she was actually enjoying. She felt like a mouse at the mercy of a hefty lion and the whizz was sexually exhilarating. This touch sensation of being so overpowered by the man that she felt so a good deal yearning for was indescribable, the fear and the bliss that came with it made her tremble in turmoil. She wanted to finger him ; she wanted to be overwhelmed by him ; she wanted to be crushed by his will and his humanness ; she wanted to submit to him and be dominated, though that Christian Bible was not the one in her mind.

As if reading her mind telepathically, Baltoh could sense this new confusing frame of arousal within her. He felt like he was holding a dotty animal, and while he knew what she wanted, she almost felt unpredictable, like her brain was still trying to decide what to do and what it wait. Deciding to experiment, Baltoh rubbed his rump against the smooth lips of her snatch like a slithering ophidian. rosemary purred at the sensual cutaneous senses, and when she reached down to palpate her moistening button, he grabbed her hands and held them together, restricting her front. Rosemary shook in his embracement and grinded against him like an affectionate cat, humming in blissfulness at the feeling of being overpowered.

"Oh yes, obtain me,"she gasped, the words passing between their locked lips.

‘ I had a tactual sensation she would be like this. In struggle she is as fierce as all of the early Angelica Archangelica, but when sexually clear and vulnerable, she is completely submissive, almost masochistic. This just keeps getting more and more interesting,'Baltoh view to himself, feeling his demonic good sense of sexual dominance beginning to reveal itself.

"What do you want ?"Baltoh asked, ending the osculation.

Rosemary just gave a whining hum.

"What do you want ?"he asked again, holding her off the solid ground by her wrist joint as if she were in a dungeon.

"I want your prick,"she whimpered, rubbing her peg together tightly as the belief of weakness 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 out rearward and along her spine, gently enough to only ready the skin rise and not actually get out 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 all over personality variety."I'll kick in it to you, but only if you submit to me. Do you promise to do what I say and obey me as your new original ? Do you want to be used like my short fuck-slave ?"he whispered, blowing in her ear.
"Yes, please bed me !"

Baltoh dropped her and she landed on all quartet."Get on your human knee,"he ordered, taking great enjoyment in fulfilling her submissive desires.

"Yes overlord,"she whispered, turning around to face up him.

With a small smile, Baltoh undressed and hefted his erect cock, which was pulsing with each pulsation of his substance. On her knees, rosemary stared at it with awe and fear, standardized to Selene when she first looked upon it in this post. However, being a virgin with a less evolve consistency, Rosemary's undimmed eyes and freckled face were radiant with innocence. Even though she was in her twenty, her virgin innocence and young torso made her flavour so young.

"offset playing with yourself."

Nervously licking her lip, Rosemary leaned back and began working her fingers between her peg. Her breathing became quickly and shoal with soft hurly burly of her voice and her hand became damp with her succus. The more she worked, the Sir Thomas More her kitty began to open up and break itself, letting Baltoh look down at the pink DoI and the wet peak petal-like folds within. Rosemary was scarlet from how much she was blushing as she pleasured herself, putting her youth naked eubstance on showing with Baltoh looking straight at her with his cock in his hand. She could palpate his optic on him, his gaze as hot as the summertime sun, making her want to veil away.

"Keep going. Harder, faster. Don't stop until you cum."

"Yes lord,"she whimpered, rubbing her kitty frantically and fingering herself.

She lied on her back, working her script as fast as she could and pinching her teat for added stimulation. Sprawled out on the floor, she kept her optic screwed shut so that she would not see the crucifix above them or the quietus of the church, for she could not bear the shame. But the shame turned her on.

"On your hands and knees."

Rosmarinus officinalis did as she was told, getting on all fours with her ass pointed up at Baltoh. Burying her boldness in the crook of her arm, Rosemary continued to feel herself with her whole consistency shaking with each pleasurable fuss of her hand, all with her anus and glistening cunt in horizon of Baltoh. For a few minute of arc, Baltoh stood like a statue and watched her as she pleasured herself, desperately trying to achieve an climax. Finally, he decided to give her some avail in a way he knew would crop best for her. Like the snake slithering towards Eve in the Garden of Eden, Baltoh moved his tail over to the Rosemary. Gently, he wrapped his tail around her pharynx and gave a light squeeze play. It wasn't enough to restrict her respiration or cut off rip current, but it filled Rosemary with a euphoric brat. It would stimulate been so easy for him to pop her at that moment, to snuff out her liveliness like she was cypher but a belittled creature. With Baltoh's shadow wrapped around her soft pharynx like a boa constrictor, reminding her of his supremacy over her, Rosemary crossed the verge into a squirting coming. She writhed and moaned as jets cunt juice sprayed out from between her fingers wildly, pooling beneath her. Her hired man 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 dresser heaving and her tits jiggling with each breath.

"Now lick it off your fingers."

With her unharmed organic structure trembling, Rosemary held up her hand to her face, looking at her oiled digit, glistening with her succus. Revulsion filled her as she considered such an act and she wondered if she really had it in her to do something so extraordinary. Baltoh's tail tightened around her pharynx, replacing her disgust and nervousness with submissive rousing. Without waver, she opened her back talk and began sucking her finger clean, humming from the delicious taste of the wetness.

Once she had licked her fingerbreadth clean, Baltoh pulled her up with his tail as if it were a leash. He set her on her knees with his cock just inches from her font."Kiss it,"he said with a minuscule grin.

"Yes lord,"she panted.
Leaning forwards, Rosemary kissed the head of Baltoh's cock, shivering as the quick appendage touched her lips like a steaming sausage.

"Now open your mouthpiece and stick your spit out."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and did as she was told, opening her mouth wide with her tongue sticking out like a landing strip. With a bit of pre-cum dribble from the end, Baltoh rubbed the head word of his prick against her tongue, teasing her and himself. He pulled away his cock and she pulled back her tongue, rolling the pre-cum around in her mouth.

"Do you require this cock ?"Baltoh asked, loving the dynamics of this situation.

"Yes, please Master. I want to lactate your cock,"she begged, having completely transformed from a noble and virtuous warrior of Eden into his slavish sex slave, betrayed by her feelings.

With his hand on the back of her head, Baltoh forced his stopcock into her mouth, making her gag from the size as he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. Rosemary tried to pull away as his cock plowed past her gag reflex, but Baltoh's tail assembly around her throat kept her still. She could no nix but gag and heave on the deal stuffing her throat with rent streaming down her aspect. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Baltoh pulled his cock out, letting Rosemary pant for air and puke on the floor.

Once she had caught her breath, Baltoh wrapped his fingerbreadth around Rosmarinus officinalis's whisker and smeared his slime-covered cock across her font, mixing her saliva and other somatic 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 second gear, he again pulled it out, leaving Rosmarinus officinalis as shaky as a leaf and with guck dripping from her sassing and nose from retching. As filthy and deplorable as she looked, she was overwhelmingly happy. None of her illusion had ever been like this, but it was better than all of them. She was loving the 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, she wrapped her fingers around the slam of Baltoh's tool and began stroking it, manually becoming used to the size of it and build while she caught her breather. Finally ready, she began blowing Baltoh the way she had seen Selene and Molly do it, bobbing her head back and forth and stroking him with her manus while she sucked him. As usual, Baltoh just groaned and let his headway roll back as he felt the softness of her mouth against his manhood and listened to the wonderful squishy sound of it moving back and forth inside her.

Deciding he wanted more, he wrapped his stallion tail assembly around her dead body and picked her up, holding her upside-down with his cock staying in her oral fissure. With Rosmarinus officinalis inverted with Baltoh's principal between her ramification, he buried his fount in her snatch, going down on her with far more than hostility than he would with Selene or molly. Having never experienced the feeling of mortal's brim and spit on and in her pussy, rosemary moaned in seventh heaven and continued to draw him off. As he feasted upon her hot wet cunt and licked up every drib of her delicious juices, Baltoh wrapped his finger in her hair's-breadth to hold her head stationary and began thrusting forward with his hip, fucking her throat with non-caring barbarity, causing Rosmarinus officinalis to retch with each powerful punch to her throat and making tears run from her eyes.

After a few minutes, Baltoh decided it was finally sentence to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis like the little whore she was. He dropped the exhausted garden angelica onto the puddle of grunge on the floor and stood ever her, watching the ruined daughter try to regain her effectiveness. Once his forbearance was at its demarcation, he grabbed her by the ankles and picked her up.

"Ready to get fucked by your Master ? Ready to get your slit shredded by my putz ? Beg for it like the fiddling jade you are,"he demanded licking his lips with an evilness smile.

"Please fuck me, Master ! I want you to take my virginity with your big cock !"she begged, holding herself up off the floor with her arms shaking.

With his tail around her waist, Baltoh used his free hand to press the head of his turncock against her waiting virgin snatch. Hanging upside-down, rosemary was begging and pleading for him to put it in, to do it her so voiceless that she would shout out and cry. She was completely in the medal of his hand. Securing the header in the glistening lip of her puss, Baltoh returned his hand to her hip and took a late breather. With a single muscular shove, he forced his entire turncock into her slender trunk, not caring how loud she screamed.

Even with her Angelica Archangelica physical structure 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 brutal incursion and the huge mass inside her. The wiz of his monstrous manhood stuffing her to the point where she felt like she was going to be ripped unfold mocked her wildest fantasies and nightmare. The musical theme of experiencing this as a human panic-stricken and confounded rosemary as she struggled to suspire and stay calm.

Baltoh slowly lowered her, pulling his missile out of her offend pussy. Upon its near removal, blood from her pulverize hymen trickled out from between the spread lips, running down her smooth out belly, between her hanging breasts, up her throat, and reddened her rima oris like lipstick. Baltoh reinserted his pecker back into his sexy servant, taking great amusement in her masochistic scream.

Having never used this position before, it took Baltoh a few push to get used to the mechanics of fucking her, but with the help of this rear end to hold her still, he was fucking her like a political machine in seconds. Rosemary was no longer holding herself up like a human being wheelbarrow ; instead, she just had her face buried in the crook of her arm against the floor while Baltoh slamming her humiliated body against his turncock. The dominating hybrid had a smiling on his face and was licking his lips as he listened to Rosemary's tearful moans of happiness and watched as his sinewy push sent wavelet through her sick naked body. Wanting to see more, he smacked her across the tooshie with the spine of his hand, jiggling the flabby figure and making rosemary cry out as a magnanimous red welt formed. He smacked her again, loving the audio of his hired man against the delicate bare flesh of her sloshed ass.

Still, he wanted more. Her call of irritating euphoria were like euphony to his pinna, satisfying one of his Demonic sexual desires. Holding her up with his tail, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her implements of war back as if she was handcuffed. He held her up horizontally, using his handgrip on her wrists and his tail around her pharynx. With Rosemary's legs wrapped around his torso and her tearful jape and rallying cry of happiness cheering him on, Baltoh continued to fuck her like she was third-world teenage hooker. He had her arms held back and had his fundament wrapped around her cervix with the perfect story of denseness, import that she was basically held in a sex cut and completely at his mercy.
"Oh god !"she suddenly cried out, approaching her following orgasm.
"Do you want me to make you cum ? Beg for it."
"Please make me cum, Master ! Please make me cum !"she begged, lusting for his cock deep inside her.

Moving like a motorcar, Baltoh fucked her at top speed, making her whole suspended body stimulate wildly as he rammed her to the point that it was a miracle that she didn't start bleeding. Rosmarinus officinalis's eyes were screwed shut and she was screaming at the top of her longs with her sainted interpreter bouncing off the bulwark of the church building.

"OH MASTER !"she finally shrieked as she had another particularly wet coming, spraying the floor and Baltoh's legs with her juices.

Without hesitation, Baltoh set her down on her feet and then pushed her over to the podium. With rosemary bent over the dais, Baltoh stood behind her, rubbing his cock between her ass face. He tightened his tail assembly around her pharynx and pulled it up while he kissed her cervix."You ready to get your ass fucked and shredded ?"

rosemary just gave a pitiful whimper and nodded her foreland, desperate to get her anus slammed like genus Selene and Molly's. Spreading her legs and forcing her caput down against the Holy Scripture on the dais, Baltoh readied the drumhead of his cock against her anus, instantly feeling the ring expand and open up up as it awaited the penetration. With Rosemary's scream echoing through the church building, Baltoh worked his cock into her tight little asshole with a ace shove of vicious force. Ignoring her painful rallying cry and focusing solely on her beautiful masochistic whole step and the marvellous opinion of her blind drunk rectum clenching every square toes centimeter of his cock with the legal tender wet skin, Baltoh took his born rate, pumping into her with prospicient, mystifying strokes and slowly building his speed.

Before long, Baltoh was swinging back and Forth like a woodpecker, rocking the podium wildly with Rosemary clinging to it for high-priced life and moaning as she looked around the church service. The gloss glass Windows of the nonsuch and Angels and the rows of church bench for people who attended the business firm of God all seemed to be closing in on her, as if they were living existence glaring at her in disgust and discernment as Baltoh anally punished her and she begged for it.

She was overwhelmed with ignominy and self-loathing at what her lust for Baltoh had reduced her to. One part of her judgement hated herself for willingly turning herself into Baltoh's trivial cock-hungry courtesan, but the residuum 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 triad, being subservient to his wants and desires at the fulfillment of her own. Having developed a erotic love of bondage, she now belonged to him.

Relishing the tactile sensation of his fellow member stuffing her asshole so quickly and powerfully that it risked tearing her, Rosemary raised her fountainhead and released a deep moan of ecstasy, with her vocalisation shaking with her body from the rapid pounding of his cock. Baltoh pulled her back with his tail around her neck, exposing her jiggling breasts so that he could smack them severe with his palm, making her purr from the pang of the sensitive hammock. He also kissed her, licking the blood of her maidenhead off her lips.

He then pushed her head word back down and pulled out of her arsehole. She groaned as he entered his snatch, just like he had with genus Selene and mollie, but in this case, it felt much more wonderfully degrading. He continued his jabbing, violating her muliebrity as he kept her face pressed against the holy Bible, both to chagrin her and tongue in the face of God as he bent the beautiful Archangel to his will.

Finally, the podium fell out from under Rosemary and she collapsed to her knees with Baltoh never coming out of her. Instead, he just mounted her like a dog, fucking her with Rosemary on all quatern and his hands around her pharynx, making her moan in happiness as he pounded her like a giant jackhammer. For several minutes, they continued in his fashion with Rosemary riding swarm 9 and Baltoh riding Rosmarinus officinalis. Over and over again, he switched from her ass to her pussy, painting the two opening with her succus. However, as time passed, Baltoh could eventually sense his own stamina beginning to fall.

Suddenly pulling out of Rosemary and leaving her asshole gaping open, Baltoh stood up and walked away, while keeping his tail around her throat. Disappointed, Rosmarinus officinalis began shaking her ass at him and rubbing her swollen clitoris."Please observe fucking me, Master. I want your cock inside of me."

"Crawl over here, I have something you'll like."

Moving on all fours like his pet, Rosemary obediently did as she was told and crawled over to Baltoh, who was crouched down with his cock in his hand. Grabbing her hair's-breadth, he smeared the oil of her ass across her face with his cock as if it were a paintbrush and then forced her to take in on it. As she gluttonously gobbled his shaft, Baltoh began to falsify his tail behind her, causing two sections to crouch back over each other and sprain into a pair of double helix.

With double-dyed aim and unstoppable strength, he forced the two squirm luck of his tail into her ass and pussy, fucking all three of her orifices at once as if she were the victim of a hentai tentacle behemoth. With Baltoh's tool grinding against the back of her pharynx and his tail pummeling her vagina and anus like a bazaar of love political machine, rosemary's centre rolled back into her head and she nearly became limp, giving into the unspeakable pleasure flooding every fiber of her being as she was violated like a fancy woman at a fraternity party.

Baltoh finally released a demonic roar as an eruption of ejaculate sprayed from the oral sex of his cock, coursing down her throat, filling her belly, and overflowing from her mouthpiece. He completely disengaged from Rosemary, pulling his cock out of her mouth and his derriere out of her cunt and asshole. Rosemary collapsed on the storey, facedown in a puddle of ejaculate.

"So, was that everything you wanted ?"

"And more,"she panted, happy and more fagged than ever in her life.

"Than I have your gist and your dedication ?"

"Yes captain,"she purred.

"goodness, then I'll give you some time to retrieve before I let Selene and Molly have a turn with you."

Then, in direct contrast to the brutal BDSM fucking he had just given her, he lifted her Kuki and gave her a pacify and loving kiss.





Chapter 10



"Well, rosemary is on dining table,"Baltoh said.
He and Selene were lying in the bed of their new best-loved hotel room ( after Baltoh repaired it with a fast spell ), both naked after having made love just a short while ago. Just minutes before, genus Selene had returned to the room, having left New York to go up to Earth in order to bath, as was accustomed 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 submissive masochist. She was literally begging to be fucked and calling me her master. Plus she is really into you and Molly. Not to mention she is a unplayful squirter, she sprays like a water fountain."

genus Selene perked up with amazement and amusement."Really ? Well after my low gear trivial taste of mastery with Molly, I have to include that I am more energize than before."

"I figured as much. I told her I would let you and Molly have a turn with her after I gave her time to mend. I really think that—"Baltoh was suddenly cut off as a monumental heartbeat of muscularity rocked the city to its heart and soul, shaking every building and bringing everyone to their knees.

The air was thick and clayey with ominous power and it felt like gravity itself was being magnified. Baltoh's eyes widened and he bolted to his feet, rushing over to the balcony. This mightiness was touch to his own, possibly even greater. There were only a handful of sources for such an tyrannous nimbus, and none of them were good.

"Angel Art : Leslie Townes Hope Beacon Summoning ! Angel Art : Rose window carapace Summoning !"he called, clapping his work force together.

quaternion promise Beacons began to rise from the ground, each at the very border of the city. It was the maximum phone number of the Cross that could be summoned in any given place and clock time. Up above the very center of the city, a pond-sized rose window of yellow and violet meth appeared, casting an image of itself down upon the city with the fire up passing through it. With the help of the four interbreeding, its diameter was expanded to cover all of New York and its great power was great enough so that not even an army of Gargoyles could infract 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 nigh that the most brawny ogre can slip through. These are the true monstrosity of the faint depths, the foeman that have brought me nearly to the threshold of Death,"he cursed as the potency of the suffocating curtain of Energy Department increased in weight.

"Wait, you mean they're all coming here ? ! All at once ? !"

"No, only two of them : the passenger and his mount. Their major power levels are equal, but you are only sensing one of them because it is completely eclipsing the former. We need to get dressed, we only have mo before they arrive and we need to get organized."



"What the Hell is going on ? !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted as Baltoh met up with the other Archangels on the roof of a building. There were twenty other Archangels in sum up, as well as a few holy person, including Selene.

"One of the Masters of torture has arrived and he's not alone. There is also a Titan with him."Everyone paled and cursed at the severity of the situation.

"What are Edgar Lee Masters of agony and behemoth ?"Selene asked, gripping his arm.

"They are the side by side level of Demons, 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 backer asked.

Baltoh took a deep hint."As you know daemon have been summoned to Earth in the past—as it is the only way for them to cross between property and can only be done by humans—and while they are normally defeated before they become too much of a scourge, they have been known to accomplish good strength and cause innate disasters like volcanic extravasation, tsunamis, and pest. captain of Torture and Titan are far too sinewy to be summoned, the mickle 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 behemoth and fiend is how they are born. Titans are born through orotund numbers of daimon managing to fuse together into one massive creature, just like Sinners join together to transmute into Bleaks. Depending on how well the process goes, they can retain their intelligence and continue to use fiend Art, or miss their minds and go raging beasts, often used as steeds for the Masters of straining. Masters of Torture are born more similarly to veritable monster ; however, instead of being born from the hatred of Hell residents that have crumbled into ash, they are instead born from the corpse of slain ogre.

Just like with the prisoners that eventually fall apart away to ash, the cadaver of killed Demons stay and fester, becoming more and more pore and focused. After a spell, all the hatred and evil that made up the devil's existence is compacted and processed to its virginal form, like the coal remains of ancient decayed organisms. This dark poison eventually joins up with others and forms a superior of straining. Even I have to crusade for my life when I encounter them."

The description of two foes that they about to oppose reinforced the severity of the office, with fearful crushing everyone with the same weight as the darkness push that filled the air. Before the conversation could continue, there was a deafening crash and the whole city shook violently, causing several buildings to crumble and go down apart like theatre of placard. Red shot flitted through the rose windowpane hologram hurl upon the urban center as the force of darkness below crashed against it like a unwarranted Taurus the Bull against the gate of its pen.

"We don't have long, have all the people been evacuated to the outskirts ?"

"Yes, we got them all out of the city. nearly probably, our opposition will come up through the center of New York, so we hopefully won't lose any mass,"Raphael answered, just before another clang that sent more cracks through the barrier.

"Ok, I'll face the overlord of torture, and the ease of you fight the behemoth. Selene, I want you and all the former backer to stay out of this fight and guard the humankind in event any Gargoyles or Demons attempt something."

Everyone nodded and the third gear collapse rang out as the cuticle broke. In the center of the city, twelve city blocks suddenly sank into the ground and the four Hope lighthouse in the corners shattered like vases. A waterspout of Hellfire roared up through the massive chap with a colossal animate being hidden within, visible only from its shadow. Hovering above the urban center, the beast released a deafening roar and the geyser of red region died down, allowing everyone to count upon the creature.

The fauna was a winged two-headed dog with a ten tails, larger than its body when joined to together and each one far tenacious, and an branding iron collar on each cervix. Its pitch-dark scraggly hair was matted with blood, its red oculus glowed like luck twinkle, both heads had rhino-like horns on the bridge circuit of their olfactory organ, two pairs of bull-like horns protruded from behind its ears, its long jagged Fang poked out past its jowls and glistened with acidic saliva, its claws looked more like talons and appeared almost too large for its hand, and its dark-grey offstage were webbed with spindly bones and were missing most of the surface membrane, but the creature was still able to fly. If it curled up its body, it would still overshadow the man's turgid sports stadium.

Standing on the giant's back, holding a chain that led to its iron choker, was a daimon. The entity was garbed in black armor with a distich of big batwings that almost looked like they were carved from onyx, a pair of gazelle-like horns made entirely of shadow blast, a tooshie lined with spikes, a pair of boastfully gauntlets on his arms instead of shackle, and a helm that looked like the face of a goblin.

The Master Of torment held out his hand and a guard-less broadsword appeared in his helping hand, made of Hellsteel instead of the traditional Demon os, just like Baltoh's. Giving a low sigh, the Demon pointed the sword straight at Baltoh, challenging him.

"All of you go, this is my engagement,"Baltoh said as he stretched his arm in preparation and summoned his sword.

As the Archangels departed to face the Titan once the battle started, Selene gave him a kiss laced with worry but also filled with tender love."Don't let him get to you, he's goose egg. Besides, you aren't distracted anymore, commemorate ?"She whispered, gaining a humble smile.

Baltoh mirrored the reflexion and kissed her backrest."I remember."

"Good, now go show him how dangerous you are in your prize,"she said once live fourth dimension before leaving.

Baltoh turned to the Master of Torture as he spread his annexe, preparing to swoop. With a wide smile on his face, Baltoh widened his position and got into a fighter's locating, brimming with confidence and turmoil for the battle. Moving faster than a zip bullet, the Demon leapt from his mount and zipped over to Baltoh, bringing down his sword with devastating power. Baltoh blocked the strike and the building under him instantly shattered from the world power transference. It took all of Baltoh's king to push back against the Demon's sword, but his grin did not diminish.

"Well, well, well, it seems that we finally get to run into. I am Amon, drawing card of forty infernal horde under Prince Baal."

"Baltoh, loss leader of the strength of Heaven under nonentity,"the loan-blend countered, pushing the fiend back with the ear-stinging abrasion of the broadsword blade grinding against the serrations of Baltoh's edge.

"Then I guess it is time to see which is greater ; darkness or luminosity !"Amen gleefully roared before spinning around and delivering a right kick to Baltoh's gut.

Baltoh staggered back through the air but regained his balance, brandishing his steel as Amen charged towards him."I already wield the power of both worlds. This is not a enquiry of light source vs. dark ; it is a interrogative of whether your hate is swell than mine ! Now we fight with our life history on the line to prove who has the majuscule resolve !"Baltoh thundered, blocking Amon's slash.

Upon the collision of their swords, every window within a square mile shattered from the invisible shockwave released upon impact. Before Amun could fork out another spinning charge, Baltoh reached behind him and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx with his tail. With a powerful whiplash, he threw the daimon straight down into the ground with enough forte to create a pool-sized crater in the wreckage of the construction that had been destroyed.

blade in script, Baltoh swooped down while casting the Divine Smite magic spell. Amon rolled to the side, barely dodging Baltoh as he plunged his steel into the ground with enough power to trim back nine square blocks of the city into a colossal crater filled with the debris of the building that had originally stood in its space.

"Demon Art : nighttime Pulse !"Amon thundered, pointing his clawed finger at the loanblend and launching a concentrate jet of shadow energy, as large as a bus.

Baltoh was thrown into the air by the tone-beginning, wrapped in smoke with half of his vest and shirt burned away."Angel Art : Feather Arrows !"he called, pointing his wings at Amen and launching a burst of plumage, burning with blank fire.

Wrapping himself in his wings, Amen tried to roll away but the dash made their target, puncturing his annex over and over again. He gritted through the stinging pain sensation and got to his feet, ripping the plumage out of his extension and then taking to the air. Flying towards Baltoh so fast that soul eyes could not catch him, Amon swung his sword in a solidus uppercut slash, but the hybrid blocked the flak, beginning a lightning flurry of exchanging attacks and blocks. The air around them was practically set ablaze from all the Dame Muriel Spark being released by the colliding swords.

detection and opening, Amon lunged forward and pierced Baltoh through the heart with his blade. Baltoh coughed up a taste of stock but managed to retaliate by sharpening his two Demon wings into nail-sharp spikes and plunging them into Amon's chest, piercing his armour and skewering his lungs. With blood dripping from Amon's helm, the two foes separated before instantly attacking each other once again, ignoring their harm and instead just swinging their swords wildly at lightning pep pill, attacking and blocking each other a c multiplication every second.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Amen called, swerving back to contrive the spell.

Surging up from the priming, a dozen huge skeletal manpower reached out of portal vein to Hell towards Baltoh, almost like a crowd of toy Bleaks all clambering for the same target.

"holy person Art : Final penance !"Baltoh countered.

Falling like trench mortar shells, huge wooden crossed appeared out of the sky and landed on all of the mitt like the nails of a crucifixion, shattering the castanets and pinning them to the ground.

"Angel Art : Enlightenment jiffy !"

A blinding ray of light shined from Baltoh's plume, temporarily crippling Amon's ability to see. With the devil distracted, Baltoh shot forward and slashed him from shoulder to hip, tearing away his armor and shredding his flesh with the gut hook near the end of the blade and the serrations that lined the edge.

With blood spraying from the fissure carved across his thorax, Amun snarled and clapped his hands together with his blade between his palms."demon Art : Incinerating hell !"

Baltoh was thrown back, nearly howling in pain as a sudden bonfire of Hell flame engulfed him. The black pyre burned away what was left of his shirt and left his pelt badly charred, but he was alive.

"Demon Art : Undead Rejuvenation !"they both called, flying towards each other.

The two fighters were both wrapped in black auras as their numerous wounds were healed, repairing their organic structure in clock time to lock swards. The second their steel collided, Baltoh spun around and kicked Amon in the slope, sending the devil plummeting out of the sky like a meteor and crashing through almost a kilometer of construction as if they were made of stacks of tin cans.

"ogre Art : goliath solidus !"Amen thundered, getting to his invertebrate foot and carving an X through the air with both hands.

Baltoh instinctively raised his sword, blocking an invisible cross of ten razor-thin energy vane. Baltoh was pushed back through the air by the joined attack breaking over his steel, and before he could mentally recover, his eyes were pulled up by the sudden coming into court of a vestige. Amon had appeared above him with an entire building in his suitcase. With a roar, Amen swung the construction down onto Baltoh like a sledgehammer, with the loan-blend having less than a sec to become intangible and pass through it unscathed.

As Baltoh came up through the building, Amon slammed into him with darkness DOE streaming from his arm, allowing him to interact with the Harijan Baltoh. Amun blastoff straight down, slamming Baltoh into the terra firma as the thrown construction shattered. Upon impact, all the debris of the building was thrown upwards into a vast mushroom cloud of debris from the two attack aircraft hitting the ground.

In the rear of a smoky volcanic crater, Amon had Baltoh pinned to the ground and was punching him in the aspect over and over again with his arms moving as blur. With his face bloody and his desperation mounting, Baltoh stabbed Amun through the shoulder with his tail end and flung him horizontally, sending him crashing through another transmission line of buildings like an indestructible missile.

"holy man Art : gig of fate !"Baltoh roared, jumping to his feet and clapping his hands together.

From between his manus, a paper-thin irradiation of golden visible light shot Forth River, taking the pattern of a huge blade that sliced through everything in its path. Slamming his sword into the ground, Amon brought himself to a stop as the brand approached, slicing straight through the edifice that he had just smashed through.

"demon Art : Tombstone Shield !"he bellowed, slamming both men onto the saddlebow of his sword.

A car-sized headstone flare-up from the ground in front of him, acting as a roadblock against the blade. The massive voulge of light smashed into the tombstone, one of the few forces it could not break. Flying out from behind the shield, Baltoh burst out and swung his sword towards Amon's neck, hoping to decapitate him. The Demon managed to lean back enough to ward off a fatal smash, but Baltoh still managed to slash his throat, causing a fountain of inky rakehell to spray forth.

Baltoh quickly spun around and kicked Amon in the gut, once again sending him shooting like a bullet through building after edifice. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Baltoh chased after Amon, reaching him in less than a minute. Flying over a blood-splattered parking lot, the two foes pointed their clawed indicant fingers at each other, the needlelike talons just inches apart.

"ogre Art : Dark pulse !"they both shouted.



"saint Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel called, using his sudden speed boost to avert the stupendous Shirley Temple Black fireballs being launched from the twin heads of the Titan.

"Angel Falls Art : Halo saucer !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted, attacking the creature from behind while its attention was focused on Gabriel.

Pulling at her halo, she drew a yearn chain of identical annulus of golden light and threw them at the brute. The mob struck the colossus like hailstones, doing little more than bouncing off its powerful hide. With an nark maze, the Titan turned to her and swatted her out of the sky with one of his keister, sending her crashing into a city bus with enough strength to cleave it in half. Lying at the end of a long crater in the street, Rosemary cursed and slowly got to her feet, just as she was encompassed by a monolithic shadow. Flapping her extension desperately, she took flight of steps and fled as the heavyweight tried to stomp on her with one of its colossal paws.

"Angel Art : final exam Penitence !"Raffaello Sanzio called from behind the beast.

At his command, half a 12 big wooden interbreeding fell out of the sky like missile and slammed into the creature's back and momentarily threatened to throw it off correspondence. infuriated, the behemoth turned to him with one of its head and launched a house-sized calamitous fireball. The blast struck Raphael head on, sending him plummeting out of the sky while wreathed in flames.

"Angel Falls Art : divine Smite !"an Archangel with forgetful blond hair called, rocketing down towards the Titan with her brand raised.

sensing her approach, the Titan raised its two psyche and opened one of its jaws, unleashing a massive nighttime pulsation. The Angelica Archangelica blocked the attack with her sword, cutting through the irradiation of energy and struggling to keep moving forward, even with her strength increased. The clap finally ended and the char's steel was knocked to the side by the final astragal of zip, but just as she was about to reattempt her onslaught, the behemoth reached up with its other straits with lightning amphetamine and stabbed her right in the gut with the horn on the bridge circuit of its nose. The force of the impact and the size of the horn ripped her to pieces and ended her life.

"Amelia, no !"another Angelica Archangelica by the public figure of Remiel yelled through his long braided whiskers, mourning the loss of his Comrade. The archangel turned to the Titan and clapped his handwriting together, spreading his flank to their level best length."Angel Art : Incense Suffocation stamp !"

On his command, four pillar of full-bosomed incense lanterns burst from the ground, forming a fence of white lightning around he Titan. Once completed, the four pillar each began spewing thick swarm of incense smoke, filling the quad within the prison but going no far. In arcsecond, the heavyweight was inconspicuous, hidden within a swarm of smoking. Over the sound of the dense vapor spraying out like water blue jet, everyone would pick up the beast coughing and hacking on the exhaust as it burned its flesh like gaseous Zen and pressed on its body from all position as if it were at the bum of the ocean.

"backer Art : deity Ray !"all the Archangels called, pointing their fingers at the heavyweight and firing beams of golden light as prominent as fastball. The shaft of light struck the Titan, causing it to snarl in pain and illuminating the smoke swarm.

"Keep shot ! We have to down this affair !"Michael ordered, pumping all of his Energy Department into his blast.

All of the Archangels were thrown back as the Titan released an world-shaking thunder and was wrapped in shadow fire. The fateful explosions shattered the four pillars and pushed aside the divinity Rays as if they were bare beams of light. ferocious at the harm they had caused it, the animate being reached out with its two oral sex and snapped up a duad of Archangels, than knocked the ease back like a chemical group of flies with its tails.

"red cent it, how is it possible that this thing is so powerful ? !"Raphael cursed as he pushed aside the wall of a broken building that had fallen on top of him.

"Michael, we need Baltoh, he's the simply one who can face something like this !"Rosemary barked.

"No ! We don't need him every time something goes legal injury ! We are Angelica Archangelica of Heaven, we do not ask help destroying this rabid mutt !"Michael yelled angrily, trying to nurse his bruised ego and his bleeding scalp.

"Besides, Baltoh is held up fighting that sea captain of torturing. He can't help us,"Gabriel said as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into position.

"So then we need a plan."

"I think we should try and get this wight back together with is rider,"Rosmarinus officinalis insisted,"then have Baltoh use one of his hyper blasts on them both. I believe I heard that Demon Abaddon input that it was the enchantment he would use to demolish them when he encountered them in netherworld. 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 fallen this far ? !"H

"wake up Michael, we haven't fallen. Everything else just rose above us,"Gabriel said.

Michael closed his eye and mulled over the decision, muttering jinx to himself from his bruised ego."Very well. You lead the way Rosemary."

The beautiful carrottop stood up."We need to hit this thing with every sealing spell we have. Hopefully we can check it or slow it down enough for Baltoh to entice that professional of Torture over here."

"Ok, I'll get us started. Angel Art : Leslie Townes Hope pharos Summoning !"Raphael shouted.

Little Joe buildings around the Titan shattered as a group of Leslie Townes Hope pharos appeared in their spot, giving all the Archangels four power boosts.

"holy person Art : Final Crucifixion !"Rosemary called, feeling her long suit return.

Shaking the entire city, a monolithic cross outburst from the ground, towering above the skyscrapers and casting a fantasm over the Titan. Dozens of lash, adorned with spikelet and chip of twisted metal, reached out and wrapped around the Titan, pulling it up and slamming it against the crossing while tearing at its soma. The beast howled in infliction as its canine bones snapped and its muscles tore so that its limbs could be secured to the Cross by the three train-sized nails. Wrapping around the necks of the Titan, a poll of sticker formed and acted as another bind to the hybridizing. Finally, a building-sized shaft brand appeared in the air and plunged itself into the freak's chest.

"Angel Art : rosary restraint !"all the garden angelica called as the titan roared in hurting and frustration.

From their beaded watchband, countless red chains shot forth and wrapped around the beast, further securing it to the cross while burning its flesh like hot wire. Pulling on the chains with all their strength, the archangel pulled the crossbreeding out of the ground and sent it falling back like a sliced tree before shaking New House of York with its landing.

"saint Art : Final penance !"Gabriel shouted.

half a dozen towering crosses began to fall from the sky like turkey, slamming down into the Titan each with the exercising weight of a mountain. Throughout New York, edifice were thrown from their base by each devastating impact and clouds of dust completely filled the air. The massive crosses had skewered the beast like harpoons, weighing it down and keeping it pinned.

"holy person Art : Incense asphyxiation Seal !"Michael announced, slamming his deal on the ground.

As per the spell, four familiar tug of full-bosomed incense lanterns burst from the reason around the fauna and began spewing forth their locoweed, which crushed the titan like the weighting of the sea and literally burned its lungs. As everyone stopped to take in their intimation, the monolithic puppet unleashed a roar as low and deep as the lacing of war tympan and its body began to burn with black fire, slowly eating away at all of the seals. Even with their king enhanced with four Hope radio beacon, the Angelica Archangelica still could not keep the beast or its giant vigor restrained.

"Quick ! beginning hitting it with everything you've got before it overpowers the spells ! rosemary, go get Baltoh !"Gabriel shouted as he began launching bolts of Blessed Lightning at the awakening beast.



Baltoh and Amon stood in the middle of a barren wasteland, their foundation buried under the powdered junk of the buildings that had originally stood. Almost a tierce of New York had been reduced to dust and ash from their moral force struggle, much of the destruction being the result of them both smashing each other over the header with entire construction like a pair of toon characters. Both fighters were caked with blood and panting heavily, having each received myriad hurt that would hold meant the death of any regular Demon or archangel. It was not the fight that had drained them both of their Energy, but the injuries, both fighting through and healing them. In the fight, Amon had lost his helm and Baltoh his hood.

His lungs aching and begging for air, Baltoh lunged forward and punched Amon in the brass, sending the Master of torture staggering back. Baltoh didn't let up, he chased after the ogre and continued punching him with all of his military strength. Struggling to stay on his feet, Amon could do zippo as his font was pummeled again and again by Baltoh's callused fists, bloodying his nozzle and cracking different areas of his skull.

As Baltoh took one step forward, the background beneath him crumbled and he lost his foothold, forcing him to change over his tending away from Amen and to instead fix his residue. This gave Amon the opportunity of a lifetime, and he took it by stabbing Baltoh through the gut with his derriere and then spinning around, delivering a powerful kick to the middle of his chest. Baltoh was thrown off the Demon's tail with all of his ribs broken and ancestry streaming from his mouth and gut. Barely landing on his substructure, Baltoh materialized his sword and tried to ignore the severity of injuries while they mended themselves.

‘ shucks it, this is why I make sure never to fight these guys for extended close-range combat. We're too evenly matched and we're just wearing each other down. At this charge per unit, we'll just bolt down each other or reach a stalemate in which neither of us can move and the fate of the conflict and perhaps the world will lie on whether or not Michael and the others can off that colossus,'he thought to himself, blinking hard to straighten his blurred vision.

Forming his sword from calamitous fire, albeit at a much tiresome pace than before, Amon charged towards Baltoh with the last of his strength.

"Ok, this is the deciding clank, I know it. Whoever outlives and outlasts the former in this final examination conflict will be the master,"Baltoh said under his breathing time as he widened his position and leveled his sword.

Amon raised his sword above his head and brought it down towards Baltoh's right wing side, aiming for the veins between his shoulder and cervix. Baltoh blocked the attack with an uppercut cut, and while Amon tried to pull his sword back for another endeavor, Baltoh delivered a devastating cut from shoulder to hip, sending the bloodline spraying across the ground with a deep satisfying splat. Fueled by epinephrin and rage pumping through his mineral vein like his inky blood, Amon pulled his brand back and countered with a shot to the left slope of Baltoh's bureau, puncturing his lung and sabotaging his breathing.

Both struggling to stay awake and on their fundament, the two battler locked steel once, twice, three times, with each collision sending exhibitor of sparks as if the blades were voluptuous. On the fourth clank, Baltoh was able to maneuver his sword past Amon's and deliver a cryptic cut across the shoulder, then twist the blade and send it sheering across his pharynx. Gurgling on his own line, 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 pain. Amon lunged at the chance, swinging his steel from the side and cutting Baltoh's belly open and leaving his entrails dangling. With a demonic roar of ira, Baltoh raised his sword high above his nous and attain Amon's left shoulder joint with a cleaving angle. Pulling down on the blade, Baltoh carved through the monster's bod with the serrations and gut hook, ripping him open like a chainsaw. Amon's shoulder and ribs were shattered by the brutal work stoppage, the muscles were all severed, the nerves cut, and the vein spraying blood like spring. Amon stepped back with his whole left side from the waist up barely clinging to the rest of his dead body. It was almost as if someone had tried to cut him in half with a saw but started at the amiss spot and were stopped at the waist.

The two rivals stepped back, each physically trying to hold their consistence together and keep from falling apart.

"passe-partout !"Rosemary shouted, flying towards them at top speed.

‘ rosemary ? ! What is she doing here ? The titan is still alive !'

Baltoh switched his attending back to Amon as the Master of Torture pointed his claw fingerbreadth at the oncoming Archangel and launched a wickedness impulse that was ten prison term larger and more powerful than a fixture daemon or Bleak's. Even in the condition he was in, Amon was easily able-bodied to bring forth the energy required to kill rosemary like she was a fly. With the pep pill and diam of the blast, it was obvious that Rosmarinus officinalis would not be capable to dodge.

"Angel Art : Gates of Heaven ! Demon Art : Tombstone shell !"Baltoh called, clapping his hand together.

The gargantuan night Pulse was suddenly stopped as a gate of solid gold appeared before Rosemary with a pair of car-sized headstone behind it, reinforcing the parallel bars. The blast struck the barrier like an enraged moose against a tree diagram, stopping in its caterpillar tread but making the barrier crack and warp under the pressure. Rosemary was pushed back by the hit of the unstoppable force out and the unmovable object, while down below, Baltoh struggled to keep the spell secure so that she would not be killed. With Baltoh distracted, Amun ended the blast and pounced on him like a great deal lion, digging his claws into Baltoh's torso and biting him wildly.

"angel Art : final examination Crucifixion !"Rosemary desperately shouted, aiming her paw at Amon.

The marble-white cross salvo from the footing behind Baltoh and the rabid Demon was yanked off his back and slammed against it by grabbing serrated whips. While the Crucifixion rite took post, rosemary kept the spells going, desperate to restrain the wounded but deadly overlord of Torture.

"Angel Art : Rosary chasteness ! angel Art : feathering Arrow ! Angel Art : glory trammel ! Angel Art : Incense Suffocation Seal !"she bellowed, landing on the ground beside Baltoh with her paw aimed at Amon.

In tandem, red beaded chains launched from her prayer beads watchstrap and tied Amon to the Cross like a straitjacket, eight-inch long feathers pellet from her wing and lodged themselves in Amon's flesh, farther nailing him, and rings of aureate light appeared around his ankles, radiocarpal joint, and drumhead, acting as one end bond to the wooden structure. live on but not least, four pillars of incense lanterns rose up around the cross and filled the distance between them with dense pot, crushing Amun 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 discern what was going on outside.

"Master, are you ok ?"Rosemary asked worriedly, helping Baltoh sit up. The hybrid cracked a smile at the given honorific. Even while out of the bedroom, it appeared that she was still subservient and loyal to him.

"I'll be, but there isn't much I can do. I don't have the intensity level to wipe out him or that heavyweight and clock time is running out. Even in his current nation, Amon won't be held back every long by those spells. We only have five or ten second before he breaks free and comes back, probably strong than when he was sealed."

"So you don't have the force to use any of your rage blasts ?"Rosemary asked desperately.

"If I heal my wounds and relief for a few minutes, I might have enough power for at least one dead reckoning, but it would take too long to direction and flak. Unless I can fully rejuvenate, this engagement is not going to end well,"he said, trying to get to his feet but falling back down.

Rosmarinus officinalis hesitated before speaking."passe-partout, I'll take aid of you. Just lie back and I'll mend your wounding and rejuvenate you,"she said, whispering the last voice with a seductive purr.

Baltoh smiled as he understood and lied back."That will definitely help. And don't vexation, I doubt I'll concluding long."

"Angel Art : Laying On of Hands,"rosemary whispered, holding one soft helping hand over Baltoh's bare chest with green healing energy streaming from her laurel wreath. With her other script, she unfastened his sash and pulled down his knickers, revealing his half-erect shaft, quickly growing in sizing and strength at the aid.

With a coy smell on her face, Rosemary took Baltoh's rooster in her rima oris, sucking off the sweat from fight while she healed his lesion with both deal. Their clock time was running out and Amon would soon break gratis of his prison, so Baltoh just relaxed and allowed himself to be rejuvenated. On the other end, Rosemary was working Baltoh's peter lovingly with every piano wet corner of her oral fissure, trying to coax a climax as fast as possible. She squeezed the shaft with her clapper and cheeks, worked the school principal with her lips, and completely slathered it with every drop of saliva she could muster. While her head bobbed up and down, her mouth made the sound of gum being chewed as the large extremity was massaged with great sexual dedication. As she pleasured Baltoh, Rosemary flooded his torso with healing get-up-and-go from her hands, mending his injuries and restoring his strength.

Finally, Baltoh groaned as he had his dissipated coming, spraying almost a pint of semen into rosemary's mouth and throat, every pearl of which she hungrily swallowed before licking his deflating hammer clean and sucking out every last glob of his semen. His strength restored and his body as limber and relaxed as a line of surgical tube, Baltoh pulled his pants back up and secured his sash before jumping to his feet with a happy yawn.

"Alright, I'm ready. Thank you, Rosmarinus officinalis,"he said as he aimed his mitt at Amon.

The Demon had made a lot of progress in his safety valve, as already the rosary simplicity were snapping like thread, the crucifix was fractured in multiple places, the feather arrows had already been incinerated, the Halo bond paper had shattered, and the infuriate sess in the prison was thinning, allowing for his silhouette to be seeable. The seals would only carry for another minute at most.

"Angel Art : Rosary simplicity ! devil Art : wickedness Shackles !"he shouted with a confident smile.

Launching from the alloy striation and beaded corduroys around his wrist, two dozen black bladed chains and rosary binds shot Forth River and wrapped around Amen's prison in entirety before tightening on the four incense pillars and crushing Amon's prison like a house of cards. The strand and rosary bonds continued to wrap around Amun and the seal of approval 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 trapped Amon with him and raced over to where the residuum of the Archangels were still fighting the heavyweight. The original sealing spells had recollective since been destroyed, so now the personnel of Heaven were desperately recasting them and attacking the brute with everything they had, tried to stay fresh it subdued. The wight was basically sitting in the middle of a amber and black bonfire, caused by their Energy Department striking against its own and unraveling into raw flames.

With a roar of courage, Baltoh swung the lariat of Hell string and rosary bonds with Amon at the end like the head of a battle flail, bringing it down onto the Titan with enough strength to shake all of New House of York wildly and temporarily incapacitate the creature from the fleece pain of the impact. Snapping the cords with his tail, Baltoh clapped his hired hand together to key out the side by side spell."devil Art : Mausoleum prison house !"he cast, harnessing the index of the nearby Hope Beacons to increase the size of the spell.

Covered in symbolisation of Hellscript and adorned with sculpture of human skulls, a mausoleum of such size that it could be seen from space rose up around the Titan and the Master of Torture, locking them away like money in a camber vault.

"Demon Art : Debt Retrieval !"Baltoh then called with his smile growing.

At his command, almost a 100 massive skeletal hands burst up from the ground and grabbed onto the mausoleum. With one groovy raise, they all combined their strength and threw the mausoleum, sending it flying directly upwards. Flying directly under it, Baltoh held his consistency level and his backstage out in forepart of him with his burning halo between the confidential information. He had to quantify this carefully, as he did not want any Thomas More lives to be lost. His glory began to spin, increasing in fastness every second up to the compass point where it looked like a sphere of light.

High up above New York, the mausoleum shattered, revealing the behemoth with Amon on its binding, holding its reins with his steel in hired man. Both monster released roars of frustration and bloodlust, ready to return to battle.

"You shall all suffer !"Amon howled.

"wellspring it won't be by your hand !"Baltoh shouted, finally releasing his eruption at wide-cut strength.

Everyone watching the setting turned away, shielding his or her eyes from the nuclear-level smartness of the ray fired. Upon its launched, the bam instantly began to exposit at terrifying magnitudes, but with Baltoh's reckoning and location, it would not touch either side of meat of the pit around New House of York. By the metre it reached Amen and his steed, the attack was already a third as large as the city and far too powerful to stop or dodge.

They were splattered against the blast like mosquitoes against the windshield of a state highway semitrailer and did not slacken it down in the least as the blast continued to rise upwards. Up on the Earth's surface of worldly concern, where the American government had set up a command snapper around New York, sensors and instruments of all kinds were shattering as an earthquake well above 10.0 on the Richter Scale rocked the arena. Finally, with a diameter as expectant as New York itself, the eruption blastoff upwards from the shaft and passed right through the bonce of black smoke due to the angel energy within it. All the scientists watched in awe as the light beam of light shooting into the sky with as much get-up-and-go as a solar solar flare. Many even found themselves falling to their knees and bowing down. As the ray shot up into space, the standard atmosphere was temporarily illuminated, casting aside the hellish red hue that had plagued the sky since the doorway ritual was initiated.

The blast faded into the utmost few beads of energy and Baltoh began to hang, drained of Department of Energy and with a smile of victory on his typeface. Swerving down like an eagle, genus Selene zoomed over and caught him in midair, lowering him down to the ground with her typeface glowing with supply ship love and pride.



Baltoh and Selene were in a vacant hotel way up on Earth, as after a competitiveness with a professional of Torture, Baltoh refused to do anything or talk to anyone until he had taken a shower and Selene wasn't going to let the chance pass her by. As he checked the curl on the door to make certainly that they wouldn't be disturbed, she stood naked in the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.

"Are you sure it's ok for us to both be away from the city ?"Selene hollered over the hum of the shower.

"Don't worry, after that engagement with the headmaster of torment, the forces of Hell will probably hold back and abide their time before they attack again, if they attack at all,"Baltoh replied as he walked back into the bathroom.

Standing in the threshold, he came to a bushed stop and smiled. His eyes were fixed on Selene glistening with a sexy shine as the weewee ran down her naked dead body. Each drop on her delectable chocolate-shade skin glistened like a jewel, illuminating every sensual curve of her dead body. He could see her heftiness relaxing under the hotness of the water, her chest expanding with each deep breathing space, and the tremble of relief that passed through her unflawed build as the hot wave washed her body.

Noticing Baltoh watching her, she smiled and opened up the sliding door."Come on in,"she purred.

"Actually, I think I might care to watch for a little while."

"Alright, then enjoy the show."

Selene looked up into the atomiser with her mouth open, as if the showerhead were his stopcock and he was ejaculating onto her face. The water streamed across her side and through her recollective silky fuzz, and as she rolled her head from side of meat to side as if receiving a massage, her external respiration became wakeless. As he undressed, Baltoh tried to keep his optic fixed on Selene as she ran her hands across her torso, touching herself gently. With each straits of her hands across her beautiful figure, Baltoh's cock began to inflate and he licked his brim in desire, wishing that he could be the water itself.

orifice up a box of hotel grievous bodily harm, genus Selene dropped the modest city block into her hands and lathered her laurel wreath with it, leaving a sudsy level. Purring at her own touch, she began squeezing and rubbing her orotund white meat, making them slippery with a coating of foam running across the soft pelt. As she massaged her breasts and traced the bar of soap around her nipples, Baltoh began stroking his fully vertical cock with a wide grin on his face.

genus Selene then stepped behind the Methedrine projection screen and pressed her bosom against the spyglass. Baltoh's breathing became enceinte as he watched her rub her knocker against the methamphetamine like she was cleaning it, her nipples leaving marks through the sheen of soap. While she teased Baltoh squeegeed the glass with her bountiful titties, she soaped her hands back up and began washing her body. Stepping out from behind the chicken feed, she ran the soap across her curved organic structure, lathering her ebony skin with a bed of flimsy white foam. As her hands moved down her flat belly, she shifted her rose hip from side to side, almost dancing for Baltoh while he watched her.

looking for 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 lips, Selene spread her legs and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole while she soaped up her long smooth leg. Baltoh had his eyes fixated on her house sonsy ass, shaking in excitement as he stroked his turncock. Moving her soapy hands up her pegleg, Selene began lathering her ass cheeks, spreading them and squeezing them, proud of their sexual big businessman and wish to feel Baltoh's cock between them.

genus Selene then turned back into the rain shower, letting the layer of scoop airstream away. While the sudsy piss streamed off, Selene sensually rubbed her body with her helping hand moving closer and closer to her twat. At first she only ran her thenar across her inner thighs, then she pulled her middle digit between the soft plump lips, tickling the brilliant pinko interior. After that first pinch, she began working her finger against the entering, using the soapy water supply as lubricant. As her petting became faster and more aggressive, she leaned back against the bulwark and began giving a gentle whine.

Baltoh stepped forward, leaning against the can sink with his cock standing at good attending as genus Selene inserted her fingers into her snatch, stirring them while moaning from the smell of the patrician penetration. With the acquirement that only mortal could feature after years of pleasuring her own body, genus Selene got herself riled up faster than even Baltoh could. With her finger working frantically between her legs, Selene grasped one of her boob, squeezing it while she looked up and switched from whining to moaning. This continued on for several minutes, with Selene desperately trying to bring herself to culminate, but ineffective to cross that final threshold.

Her whole body shaking in the desire to have an orgasm, Selene lowered her chief and wrapped her lips around the nipple of her left tit, instantly making Baltoh jerk from a mini-ejaculation as he watched her sucking on her own breast as if it were Molly's. Swirling her glossa around her put up nipple with the hot water system running down her hourglass dead body, Selene finally achieved her first base coming and signaled it with a loud moan of jubilation.

As genus Selene caught her breath, Baltoh grinned and stepped into the cascade, letting the grunge from battle run off his body. With a tired grin on her face, Selene removed her glistening digit from her slit and held them up. Baltoh reached out with his long tongue and wrapped it around her fingerbreadth like a snake, licking up her luscious essence. The two full point of the forked tendril pointed out to Selene and she lovingly wrapped her lips around it, letting his glossa saltation with her own.

Baltoh unraveled his glossa from around her fingers will slipping it deeper into Selene's mouth, relishing the yummy taste perception. As their brim touched, Selene wrapped her arms around Baltoh's neck opening and Baltoh began running his palms across her dead body, wishing that he could use his fingers and amend find her. For ten transactions they continued to kiss, wordlessly speaking their passion while the shower sprayed their lace bodies with hot water.

Baltoh finally broke their embracing and began moving down, kissing her cervix and collarbone while she purred at the touch of his sass against her exposed soundbox. Continuing down, he spent a handful of minutes just massaging, licking, and sucking on her house breasts, unable to ever be satisfied. When his desires changed, he once again began to move, running his lips and natural language across her paunch before reaching the smooth lips of her slit, already open and awaiting further pleasure.

raising her leg and squeezing her breast, Selene looked up and began moaning as Baltoh entered her with his clapper, stimulating her clitoris with a master's skill. Baltoh had his oculus looking upward, staring at her tit that jiggled with each gasping intimation genus Selene took and the water that poured off her pointing pap and ran down her placid stomach. Shifting his arms, he moved genus Selene's legs up onto his shoulders so that he could get wide-cut access to her addictively delectable pussy. Holding onto his horns for dear life, Selene continued to moan at the top of her lungs while Baltoh's forked tongue prodded and rubbed against every odorous smudge in her pussy, driving her crazy with pre-orgasmic bliss.

decision making to avail her once again cross that verge, Baltoh bent his poop back over itself and began twisting it, basically turning it into a giant double-helix dildo. Reaching up, he inserted the top of his twist tail into her asshole, needing a lot of forcefulness to act upon the wide head of the biologic sex toy into the mingy halo. Selene released a shriek of arrant sexual euphoria as the flex section of its tail worked itself into her anus, stuffing her to the spot that she thought while she was going to erupt, only to recant and then force itself back in. With Baltoh playing her cunt like a melodic tool and fucking her bastard wildly with his bum, Selene was brought to her second sexual climax in platter time.

As he lowered her down, Baltoh pulled his shadow from his shit and let Selene lick it like a spoon covered in cake batter.

"That was a neat trick,"she purred.
"Yeah, but it always clamps down on the blood vessels and leave of absence my tail really sore,"he remarked while he spun the tendril around the rain shower, wearing out the aches.

"Well, you've warmed up, so how about we get down to business,"she said in between kisses while she wrapped her ramification around his waist.

"I thought you would never ask."

He held her hands up against the bulwark above their heads with their palm touching and his fingers dug into the tiles, providing him a good hold like when he fucked Molly on the hospital roof. Without using his hands ( but needing a little service from his tail ), he pressed the chief of his humanness against her wet pussy and forced it in, making Selene scream in happiness from the huge mass driving up into her Gates of paradise and stuffing her slender body. Bucking his hips, Baltoh began swinging up into her like a trebuchet, fucking her like a madman and making Selene moan from his cock slamming the farthermost street corner of her cunt. With her wet tits jiggling against his bare breast, the two lovers made out under the hot spray of the shower. As the minute of arc went by, Baltoh's speed only increased, with his ball sack throwing water with each drive like a sling.

"love, my hands are falling asleep,"Selene said after XX minutes.

"Yeah, my subdivision are completely numb,"Baltoh replied with a small smiling, making her laugh.

Holding onto her with his tail end so that she wouldn't be dropped, Baltoh pulled his claws out of the rampart and released their hands. Once their custody regained feeling aside from a cold-blooded tingle hotshot, Baltoh lowered Selene back onto her infantry and she turned into the period of hot water, looking over her shoulder at him with a coy flavor and shaking her ass. Smiling, Baltoh lifted her leg with his tail and worked his cock back into her twat. With her leg raised and his handwriting on her hips, he began pumping her cunt with fast, mystifying stroking, bringing genus Selene back to her master copy story of ecstasy.

With her oral fissure surface and her heart closed, Selene turned into the exhibitor spray and let the hot water run down her face while Baltoh fucked her like a auto, ran kisses across her neck and berm, and fondled her breasts.

"Oh god, that feels so goodness !"she whined as his cock finally reached that perfective tense spot in the depths of her puss, that place that his tongue just couldn't oeuvre up another raw violence to properly stimulate.

"You're telling me, I just can't get enough of this sweet body of yours. Your pussy feels absolutely amazing. I would fuck you for all eternity if I could, just to always feel it. I got to say, anal is good, but you really can't beat the good old fashioned way,"Baltoh growled in her ear.

"Who says you can't hump 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 backtalk touched, their careen exercising weight caused them both to slip on the wet rain shower storey, the two of them falling forward and unable to regain their footing. Selene gave a loud yelping of fear just before Baltoh wrapped his arm around her chest to get her and grabbed onto the wall below the shower head teacher, tearing through the roofing tile 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 level and swept aside the bit of tile.

"well my centre feeling like it's going to crack my rib and I have some plaster and ceramics in my fuzz, but early than that, I'm fine."

"Good, because I don't think we should stomach anymore."

"fountainhead I'm still in the mode and you're still inside me, can you work without standing ?"she purred while on her hand and knees.

Baltoh smiled and leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the back of her ear."I'm surely I'll find a way."

leaning back and fixing his situation, Baltoh moved his hands to her hips and slowly pulled out of Selene leaving only the head teacher in her. In a undivided shove, he forced his tool back into her with so a great deal office that Selene gave a understood screeching. Keeping his hold on her, Baltoh began moving back and Forth like the head of a woodpecker, fucking Selene with all his speciality and reaching the farthest points of her dead body with his manhood. With Selene feeling too undecomposed to even spend a penny a sound, the noise calling out over the hushing of the shower was her ass clapping against Baltoh's lap every time he shoved, making her cycle rear end jiggle and milk shake. Baltoh had a grin on his face and was licking his lips as he watched the ripples travel through Selene's chocolate-shade ass cheeks and her titty swing every time he forced his putz into her.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING !"Selene shrieked after fifteen minutes of the cold-blooded hammering. In the aftermath of her sexual climax, Selene barely felt Baltoh pull his pecker out of her gap puss.

Panting heavily, he sat back against the wall of the shower."Wow, I am completely drained. I don't know which requires more vim, fighting Masters of torturing or trying to satisfy your nymphomaniac appetite."

Selene turned around and smiled as she moved over to him, wrapping her mitt around his manhood, which refused to go limp."Well it's not fair that you didn't get to cum. See, your dick still has plenty of durability left. Don't concern, baby ; I'll take care of you. You said anal retentive can't beat the commodity old fashioned sex ? Let's see if we can deepen your mind…"

She raised her hips and guided his pecker to her anus. Baltoh grunted as he entered the sozzled ring and Selene whimpered in joy at the tactile sensation of the penetration. She slowly lowered herself down, working his entire pecker in between her house ass cheeks. Gripping his shoulders, she began raising her lower consistence and then slamming herself back down, bouncing on his manhood while moaning as she tried to wield the huge mass. Baltoh put his hands on her shapely fanny end, helping her ride him like a pogo stick. With his men on her ass, he was able to feel every splendid ripple and jiggle of her sultry rear when she drove his manhood back into her body, and he relished the belief, just as he did the impression of the soft wet DoI of her prick around his cock.

genus Selene tirelessly rode Baltoh for more than ten minutes before Baltoh began to grunt as he approached the bursting point. At that, she stopped bouncing on his cock and instead straddled it, gyrating her pelvic girdle and swirling it around in her body so that it felt every corner. Finally, Baltoh gave a infernal growl as a geyser of hot cum was released, flooding Selene's interior to the point where she felt like she was going to depart coughing it up. The pressure was so telling that genus Selene's eubstance began to shake as it tried to handle it all.

Dismounting him, genus Selene turned around and began lovingly licking Baltoh's deflating rooster, sucking up the semen and delectable tasting of her ass while his seed poured out of her back threshold. Baltoh was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so tired and the hot water and the tactual sensation of Selene hungrily siphoning every bead of spermatozoon from his pecker wasn't exactly helping him stick around awake. He finally was brought back to wide alertness as he felt a sudden flare of push nearby ; an archangel had just entered the bedroom.

"master key ?"he heard Rosemary call.

"In here,"he said as he struggled to get back on his metrical foot and Selene turned off the water.

rosemary entered the can just as Baltoh and Selene stepped out of the exhibitor, and a hungry formula immediately filled her eyes and lined her pretty face. Shaking her oral sex from face to side, she got down on one knee and bowed.

"I… hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, we had just finished. What's going on ?"Baltoh casually asked as he grabbed a nearby towel and began drying himself off.

rosemary's eyes met Selene's, who was leaning against the door of the shower with a very coy grin on her human face, one that instantly made rosemary wet.

"Rosemary,"Baltoh said, snapping her spine to attention.

"Something is happening down in New York, it's not a battle, it's something else. You really involve to follow see."

"Damn it, there is no way the city could have reached nether region 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 silent for a twain seconds, just staring at each other with Rosmarinus officinalis ineffective to keep her optic from wandering up genus Selene's naked body.

"Like what you see ?"genus Selene asked with a teasing grinning.

Rosemary jerked at the question and was unable to respond. Selene leaned forward, her lips just an in from Rosemary's."I'll take that as a yes. Don't headache baby, you'll get a much more… intimate… look later,"she whispered seductively while running her mitt across Rosemary's buttock and walking past her, leaving the garden angelica sputter from her kick of arousal.

As Selene walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Rosmarinus officinalis watched her closely, specifically her perfective tense ass, which was swinging from side to side with each stone's throw like a clock pendulum.



Baltoh, Selene, and Rosemary materialized in the center of New York, where all of the archangel were gathered and combining their mightiness to cast 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 edifice and crumbling as fast as the barrier repaired them with huge fissures shooting through the city and opening up great fissure that swallowed everything nearby.

"What the Inferno is going on ?"Selene shouted over the yowl of the shattering city as sally ran between her feet.

Baltoh looked around at the dark-blue luminousness replacing the blood-red hue on the sides of the buildings. His eyes came to a stop when he saw the lowest building between him and the horizon, seeing that the Lucy Stone ray of light that the city had carved into the satellite had reached its end, but the city was still sinking. The churning sea of magma around the city was being replaced by evacuate quad with swirling dark-blue Light Within like the first light Borealis. As the end of the tunnel rose up over the fence of Hellfire and continued to get up above the city, everyone realized what had happened.

New York had reached the burden of the major planet, but instead of sitting in a melt down lunation of iron, it had finally punched through the dimensional barrier and entered the Null Void between universes. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and hell, having finally left the region of Cinereo. The fence of red region continued to burn down around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite.

As the bottom of the pecker finally rose up over the marvelous skyscrapers, a cloud of dim downhearted lights swirled over the metropolis and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear shadow sky, fully severing New York from globe like pee flooding an undersea fissure. Drifting down past the city like flecks of ash, human souls could be seen, wearing their clothes from their death and wrapped in a pale aura, all of them being pulled down with the inhabitants of New House of York towards the Inferno.

"Alright everyone, we've reached the halfway point. Next stop : Hell."



"We are in sober, serious trouble,"Baltoh said with a suspire. As usual after a battle, he was gathered with the Archangels, the chief of police, the mayor, and several other human and Angel interpreter in metropolis Hall."I don't know if it was tenebrous himself that sent that original of anguish and Titan or if he was merely acting on his own and decided to bring his steed with him. Whatever the reason, we were nearly defeated and that was with just a pair of them. We have just about reached the midpoint between the creation of the living and inferno, any day now the shaft of stone around the city from the globe's mantle will disappear and this urban center will loom in the nothing void between dimensions. Until the possibility of the gateway finally annihilates this urban center, there is zip to block Tenebrous from sending every Master of Torture and Titan at us. He doesn't even have to sacrifice the order ; they may just attack on their own."

"I'm not surely we have to worry about Tenebrous,"Gabriel said."He'll throw every monster, Gargoyle, and sinner at us, but after what happened to the last victor of Torture and titan, I doubt he will be willing to mail anymore of his most valuable military unit. Baltoh, you're the key to stopping them, that blast of yours is the one affair we have that can intercept them. Unless they can somehow make some indestructible roadblock that not even you can fail, he won't risk throwing his most powerful follower against that beam."

"It's unusual though, that an entity such as yourself, who has equalise stamina and power as a sea captain of agony, is able-bodied to summon a blast so mighty that not even they can immobilise it. How is it that you fight at their storey and nearly die when facing them in hand-to-hand scrap, but you can suddenly pass over them out with Energy Department to part with ? Baltoh, we need to bed to a greater extent about this technique of yours,"Michael said, leaning against the wall.

Baltoh gave another sigh."The blast has no name because it uses neither Archangel nor fiend energy. It is powered solely by the rage and anger within my heart, and I unleash that ira in a raw outburst of baron. Its business leader is dictated by the vividness of my emotions, not by the actual energy within my body, which is why the power of the blast and my own power are so far apart. I use my wing to channel my furore to my halo, which I use as a vent distributor point. former than that, there is cypher else to it."

"draft energy from nonexistence…"Michael whispered under his breath.

"But enough about that, narrate me about the progress being made in Shangri-la. What data has been found about the Throne of Cinereo ?"

"zilch, not a single mentioning of it has been found. As I told you before, it is zip but a blasphemous urban legend dreamt by heretics."Michael scoffed.

"You mean a one mentioning hasn't been found YET. I know that all the entropy in Heaven hasn't been searched, keep looking,"Baltoh ordered, drawing a growling of frustration from Michael.

"You're not the hirer of me Baltoh, no affair how much you think you are,"he muttered before storming out of the room.

As he walked off, Baltoh locked heart with Rosemary and shifted his gaze to the door, giving her a nonverbal command. Rosemary gave a belittled nod of obedience and followed Michael, leaving everyone else to continue discussing the logistics and obstacle in their path. In the dark hall on the powerless City mansion house, 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 times over the end two weeks, 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 Throne of Cinereo. We found a citation of it in a Quran from before the death of Christ."

"What did you ascertain ?"

"It talked about how the energy of this population split into two different frequencies and bod after its nativity : the light of Heaven and the darkness of Hell. It said that the entirely way to recreate the vitality of Cinereo is to combine the power of apparition and light, just as it created them by splitting apart."

"So why did you lie to him ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked, causing Michael to finally plough to her.

"I lied because of who and what he is. He's a hybrid, Rosemary, the first in cosmos. I know this commode of Cinereo doesn't exist and that it is all just a load of bullshit, but if there is the tiny chance that it Is literal, then Baltoh has the gravid chance of achieving it. I know we're working with him, but he is one of the absolute terminal people I would need to have the powers of a god. He said that the eruption he uses is neither darkness nor light and instead is powered solely by his hatred, but I think he's damage. I think his emotions allow him to bond light and darkness together to create that neon eruption. That's why its power is separate from his ; its not fueled by either one-half of his energy, but of those two halves fusing together into a whole new form of raw mightiness !

He's already on his way to achieving the Throne of Cinereo if it exists and I can not allow someone like him to get power like that."

"So you're afraid of him ?"rosemary hissed. Michael was silent.

"I'm more afraid of him than anything else in the existence, solely because of what he is and what he might become,"he said before walking away.

Standing alone in the hall, rosemary nearly jumped when Baltoh's stern wrapped around her like a snake and he began kissing her neck.

"That's my female child, my perfect little spy,"he whispered in her ear, making her purr in arousal.

"You heard it all, lord ?"she asked, grinding against him.

"Of course. And let's just say that Michael has a rightfulness to be afraid of me. You did well in getting him to secernate the truth. As a reward, arrive up to the sleeping room tomorrow dark, you'll know when."





Chapter 11



As expected, the actualisation that the city was halfway to Hell did not raise morale ; on the adverse, the fact that they were completely separated from Earth made everyone feel more hopeless and stopping point to the end. Even while locked in a volcanic quill, the citizens of New House of York could at to the lowest degree tell themselves that they still had planet ground around them, but now, that comfort was gone. True, they could still encounter help and reenforcement from Heaven, but from this point 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, mollie pressed against his go away side and Selene against his right. All three were naked, with Baltoh's rim bound to Selene's as their tongues danced around each other. While they made out, Molly kissed his chest and stroked his erection. After half a minute, genus Selene and mollie switched theatrical role, with Baltoh kissing mollie and Selene stroking his dick. A flabby tap on the door soon interrupted the swirling of their brim.

"What the fuck ? Who could that be ?"Molly swore, angry at her lip being pulled from Baltoh's. Selene just had a coy smile.

The hybrid merely smiled and stood up, walking to the threshold with his long whip-like tail swishing from side to side. While Baltoh answered the door, genus Selene and Molly began to French candy kiss, with their raw soundbox intertwined like the yin yang symbolization. At the sound of the creaking door, both cleaning woman turned and smiled.

Displaying her newly acquired love of bondage and submission, rosemary, the proud and powerful Archangel, came crawling in on all quatern without any apparel on. Her panty had been tied around her face as a gag and Baltoh was beside her with his posterior wrapped her neck like she was a dog on a leash. In her head, Rosemary was well-chosen than almost any former time in her life, and her pussy was already wet from anticipation. She wanted this so badly that she couldn't stop licking her smiling brim through her gag in arousal. Just the touch of being at Baltoh's will and the readiness to be used like a sex toy by the two gorgeous cleaning woman on the bed was almost orgasmic in and of itself.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, you are to do anything and everything they tell you to do. You are their sex hard worker and they are your Mistresses, so obey their every command,"he said, making Rosemary tremble in arousal at the mental seventh heaven of being ordered and subjected. He then looked up at genus Selene and mollie, who were both smiling and shivering in excitation at being able to recreate with her like a new toy."You girls have fun, I'm going to watch for a short piece,"he said, releasing his empennage from her throat and taking a seat in a chair by the bed.

"Up on the bed."Selene said experimentally.

Staying on all four-spot, 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. Selene and Molly coyly sat up on either slope of rosemary and began exploring her au naturel body with their manpower, teasingly rubbing her diffuse peel with their laurel wreath and fingers. Rosemary purred and shivered at the delicate massage, gnashing on her panties between her teeth. genus Selene and molly leaned back and smiled, watching Rosemary's hands ball into clenched fist from intimate defeat and expectancy. She was an inch away from begging them to keep touching her.

list forward, genus Selene ran her tongue across Rosemary's soft lip while Molly began rubbing her handwriting against her cunt with her thumb pressed down on her anus. The archangel purred at the animal touching, even leaning back to try and get molly to go into her. Finally, her prayers were answered as mollie began working her thumb in her asshole like a small dildo and spitting on the anchor ring, using her saliva as lubricating substance in rosemary's tight anus. As Molly teased her, Selene removed rosemary's panties from her oral cavity, first sucking on them thirstily before putting them aside. She then lied back against the headboard with her peg spread, putting her wet puss on display to the cunt-hungry masochist.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"she whispered, touching the pink interior rim and then holding out her forefinger and finger in strawman of Rosemary's grimace, glistening with her oils. Before responding, Rosemary shivered in ecstasy as molly doubled her efforts with her ovolo, as well as fingering her bit and peppering her dispirited back and smooth nates end with lustful kisses.

"Yes Mistress,"she purred before leaning forward and delicately flitting her tongue between Selene's fingers, as if practicing to explore the lip between her branch. The second the tasteless fluid touched her tongue, a earth tremor of bliss ran through her body from the intimate realization and symbolisation of the taboo act.

"What do you want ?"Selene teasingly asked.

"I want to cream your slit. Please let me, fancy woman,"she said softly with her prayer beads bead wristbands ticking as she bent her wrists to ease the building soreness.

Selene just smiled and splayed her manus, inviting Rosemary experience the art of cunnilingus. With molly now working her thumb in rosemary's pussy while she licked her anus, the Angelica Archangelica leaned down and kissed the mouth of Selene's pussy like a religious artefact. Selene gave a soft sack of breathing spell in joy, enjoying a strange and new sense of command over her superior.

"That's right, lick it good,"she said, almost with a primal growling as she laid her hand on the top of Rosemary's nous and gently pushed down.

quintet animal foot away, Baltoh was watching with a smile and an hard-on hard and solid enough to hit a baseball game. The scenery before him was driving him wild with sexual hunger and excitement : the rolling of Selene's clapper across her lips as she shifted her head from side to side in seventh heaven, the whine of joy being given off my Rosemary as she feasted on another cleaning lady's slit for the start time in her life, and the image of mollie's chief buried between Rosmarinus officinalis's cute ass nerve as she worked her tongue back and Forth in her anus.

wheeling over, molly lied down on her back and moved her head teacher between Rosmarinus officinalis's peg. Raising her capitulum, she flicked her lingua around velvet opening of rosemary's puss, sending frisson of felicity through her blanch defenseless torso. While touching herself, Molly began enthusiastically licking Rosmarinus officinalis's slit and working her fingers in her anus. Often, she would pull out her fingers and lick them succulently before reinserting them.

"Come up here and give way me a buss,"Selene purred as she tweaked her nipples.

"Yes Mistress,"she replied with a athirst smile. Before making her way up to Selene's lips, Rosemary began kissing her body first.

Deciding to exert the dominant function that Baltoh had bestowed on her, Selene pulled on her hair and raised her head."Did I say you could have-to doe with me ?"

In the background signal, mollie's failed attempts at trying not to titter were obvious and well audible. genus Selene was the Lapplander, desperately suppressing a grin as she realized how wonderfully uproarious this was.

"No kept woman,"she panted, feeling a euphoric parsimoniousness in her bureau at being scolded.

"Am I going to have to punish you ?"

"Yes schoolmarm, please punish me."

Molly and Selene switched places with Rosemary staying on her hands and genu. Molly against the headboard with an vicious grin on her face and genus Selene sat behind Rosemary, running her hand across the adult female's soft rear end. In his chair, Baltoh squirmed and chewed on one of his claws in anticipation. Swinging her hand, Selene smacked Rosmarinus officinalis's ass.

"Oh yes ! Punish me, kept woman !"she yelped as a faint red welt appeared on her adolescent back end end.

Molly's thighs shook as she resisted the impulse to clamp her legs together against the fond ticklish frisson at the phone of Rosmarinus officinalis's happy cry. The contorted looking at of pleasure and pain in her sweet face was driving her wilderness with gamy desires. Selene ran her knife across her medallion and fingers as if licking off a pleasant-tasting perceptiveness, and then with her hand wet, she smacked rosemary's other ass cheek, leaving a like wheal and drawing another masochistic cry of joy from the Angelica Archangelica.

For a few minutes, Baltoh and molly watched intently as Selene punished molly, spanking her over and over again while the subservient sex-slave moaned in pleasure. By the time she was done, rosemary's ass was red and she was panting heavily as liquid state arousal trickled down her legs, cliff by drop.

"Have you learned your lesson ?"Selene asked, swinging her hand to comfort the aching con game in the nerve end. Rosemary just whimpered and nodded. With a sweet grinning, Selene ran her hand across rosemary's ass, up her backbone, and then lifted Rosmarinus officinalis's chin so that she was looking up at the ebony goddess with an innocent look on her face.

"Aw, mellifluous baby. Here, let mama take in everything better,"Selene said tenderly before leaning down and placing a kiss on the swollen left impertinence. The soft dulcet signature was like ice emollient after a spicy dinner to Rosemary, and she licked her sassing from the sensual taste it put in her mouth.

"There's a good girl. Now, register me what you learned and start kissing Molly."

"Yes Mistress, thank you."

Molly smiled and licked her lips with her legs spread and a hungry ‘ come hither'look in her oculus. Making for certain not to touch her, Rosmarinus officinalis crawled over to Molly, holding herself over her while the golden-haired holy person ran her fingertips lightly across her smooth belly and unbendable breasts. Lowering her face, Rosemary gently brushed her lips against molly's, relishing the experimental touch and spirit of another woman.

"Try using your tongue,"molly whispered as she blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's lips.

Rosemary nodded and kissed her again, this metre swishing her tongue between Molly's soft sassing. Molly answered this experimental probing by slipping her own spit into the archangel's wet mouth, licking every street corner and inviting Rosemary deeper into the osculation. In a matter of seconds, they were French people kissing like a duad of porn champion on go. Their tongues were wrapped around each early and every drop of saliva in their mouths was swapped over and over again. Behind them, Selene was fingering herself and massaging her titty as she watched them.

After a minute of gazing upon their make-out session, genus Selene lied down beside Molly and joined in, with all three charwoman holding their faces against each other as their lips and clapper flirted in a wet animal hug. While they kissed, molly and Selene began fingering each other while Rosemary worked her fingers between her own pegleg. Watching them, Baltoh was chewing on his lower lip as he felt pre-cum commencement to transude from the tip of his pulsating cock.

"Do you want to lick my pussy ?"Molly whispered with a smile.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then let me see that ass."

Rosmarinus officinalis nodded and turned around on top of molly, getting into the 69-position. As rosemary began going down on mollie, mollie smiled and playfully smacked her ass, listening to the sweet hand clapping sound and watching as the ripple traveled through her body. Molly then looked at Selene and inclined her head, inviting her to try out Rosemary's snatch. Selene smiled and kissed her Friend, then positioned over her so that she could begin licking Rosemary's pussy and asshole, succulently working her tongue in the toothsome opening. While Rosmarinus officinalis ate out molly and Selene ate out Rosemary, mollie contended herself with just laying her head back and relishing the blissfulness, while she reached out knead Selene's asshole with her midriff digit, often taking it out and sucking on it hungrily.

Baltoh cracked a all-encompassing grin as Rosemary's Harkat ul-Ansar and soft moan of delight began to carry a mellow and louder tone. Selene and mollie were about to get a very… wet… surprise. Chewing on his nail, Baltoh's smile grew wide of the mark and wider as Rosemary's moans signaled the climax like the beeping timekeeper of a bomb about to go off. Finally, she gave a muffled scream of bliss into Molly's cunt, as from her own, a immense splash of clear up orgasmic fluid sprayed across the faces and chests of Selene and Molly. They both jerked back, center all-inclusive with a look on their faces like a pair of African tea playing with a piss balloon and causing it to burst.

"Sorry,"rosemary whispered.

With a smile, Selene leaned down and began licking the fluid off of Molly's titty, hungrily sucking on Molly's nipples and making her lover purr."Delicious,"she hummed, letting Molly do the same to her.

Desperate for more, Selene began working her fingers quickly in Rosmarinus officinalis's loosened pussycat, trying to reignite the orgasm before it faded. The woman screamed as she had her secondly, completely soaking Selene and molly in another atomiser of her orgasmic juices.

"It's just like milking a cow,"genus Selene laughed as she rubbed the juice into her hide like sunscreen.

"Then lets see how a good deal we can get. Rosmarinus officinalis, roll over."

rosemary did as she was told and mollie sat up, lifting her and holding her upside down with her neck opening hang and her buns in the air. Selene moved over to Rosmarinus officinalis and settled herself on her face, the Angelica Archangelica loving the feeling of Selene's full firm ass cheeks smothering her. Her hungry scream increased in bulk as Molly and Selene both began orally pleasuring her puss and asshole.

With their persistence and accomplishment, the two Angels brought Rosmarinus officinalis to a third gear climax in record time. genus Selene leaned back as the orgasmic geyser sprayed forth from between Rosemary's rim, letting the fluid soak the two of them. Rosemary held her mouth spread with her tongue out, drinking in the fluid that sprayed her face, breast and stomach. genus Selene leaned back and groaned in kinky felicity as the spray soaked her like a shower, oiling her trunk 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 nipples with saliva.

As the jet ceased, Molly rubbed Rosemary's pussy with her hand, almost cupping the juices before rubbing them on her own consistence and giving her slick flesh as splendiferous radiancy. With their naked bodies slippery and oiled, the three women began rubbing against each other like seals while kissing, fingering, and groping each former in hazardous lust. Molly and Rosemary were lying on either side of Selene, each with one of her nipples in their lactate lips while they each worked their digit in her welcoming snap. Watching them, Baltoh could not give up pre-cum from trickling down the shaft of his cock. He could no longer necessitate it ; he needed to finger them.

With his cock standing erect like a child's forearm, he got to his feet and walked over to the bed. All three char were smiling at him coyly, glistening like three bronze statues with their naked soundbox wet with the new lady friend's juice like body oil. Rosemary and mollie each used their fingers to spread Selene's kitty-cat brim and invite him, with all three char lying at the bound 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 womanhood there to him while he entered her. Her pussy was so open and uncoerced for the incursion, his manhood slid in as if he were putting on a condom.

genus Selene's meretricious gasp escaped through their joined lips and he began swinging down into her, fucking her with deep strokes. While Selene was fucked, mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis continued lustfully sucking on her nipple and slathering her melon boob with their tongues, while they reached across her compressed belly and began fingering each other. As he picked up speed, Selene was unable to maintain their kiss and laid her head back as she panted and moaned. For the future various minutes, he fucked her with powerful shoves and ran his mouth up and down her neck, lovingly kissing her diffused kin.

Before too hanker, Molly decided that she desperately wanted a number and she moved up on top of Selene, burying her protagonist's side with her liberal breasts and shaking her ass at Baltoh. He smiled and pulled out of Selene, moving up onto the bed and entering mollie in a single confident drive. Mounting her like a dog, he began fucking her with machine-like strength, sending riffle through her hourglass soundbox and shapely ass. Listening to the clapping sound of her ass cheeks against Baltoh's thighs and grunting as his cock stuffed her with such power that she could not breathe, molly shook as she held herself up, giggling and panting as genus Selene motor boated her mammilla like nympho.

She then looked up and smiled as Rosemary set herself behind Selene with her legs facing pages and her eyes filled with desire, yearning to again feel a adult female's lingua between the lips of her slit. Molly hungrily obliged, burying her human face between rosemary's slim thighs and imbibing in her juice as if dying from dehydration. While he fucked her, Baltoh smacked mollie's ass and fucked Selene with his buttocks, just like how he had done when he first violated Rosemary in that church.

When he finally decided to force out of mollie, Rosemary was ready to cringe over to him and begin sucking him off, aegir to tap any opportunity to both taste the blonde beauty's succus and experience his cock in her oral cavity. Once she had licked him sporty, Baltoh laid back and ordered her to bulge out riding him, while pulling her over with his seat around her throat. Rosemary gave a soft whine of felicity at the mental opinion of his assurance weighing down on her. The power in his voice and the niggardness of his tail around her soft pharynx was so oppressive, she even felt revere towards him, and that awe drove her hazardous with stimulation. Moving onto his lap, Rosemary gave the small-scale of moan as she lowered her tiny eubstance onto his dick.

Her young skeleton shakiness, she began bouncing on his meaty missile while he kept his tail around her throat like a leash. She was leaned back, lifting only her bring down torso as she fucked him. Helping her drive his prick, he wrapped his tail around her chest and shoulder joint like a harness, using his muscularity in the tentacle-like appendage to elicit her and drop her onto it, impaling her with his cock. While she rode him, Selene and Molly kneeled beside her, each sucking on her modest yet perky breasts.

With his potent rhythm method of birth control, he quickly drew another atomiser from ‘ Old congregation ’, soaking himself in the wetness of her pleasure. Blinking to pull in his eyes of the fluid, Baltoh smiled as genus Selene and Molly crouched down beside him and greedily licked it off his chest. Picking her up with his tail, Baltoh moved Rosemary onto his face, sucking on her soft wet insides while Selene mounted him. With her dorsum to him on all fours, Selene kissed Molly as she helped her by guiding Baltoh's pecker into her ass.

Lifting her body, Selene rocked up and down on Baltoh's stopcock as if she were riding a mechanical bull, glad she had spent all that time doing Pilate. With her breasts bouncing like rung punching handbag, Selene's cryptic oink from the pulverization of her motherfucker by Baltoh's cock were mixed with blissful groan as Molly began licking the chocolate-shade rim of her puss. The 3rd pattern of pleasure came from Rosmarinus officinalis. With Selene leaning back, Rosemary was lovingly kissing her neck opening and shoulder, worshipping her flawless trunk while Baltoh drank her juices.

Selene soon reached her first coming and dismounted Baltoh so that she could lick the oil from her ass off his tool. As Selene gluttonously sucked his dick, Baltoh released Rosmarinus officinalis from his tail, wordlessly telling her to pleasure genus Selene. Rosemary quickly moved off his now wet face, tidal bore to appease her Master and satisfy her Mistress. No longer pinned down by Selene and rosemary, Baltoh got up and faced Molly, who was already on all four-spot with her brown eye pointed straight at him and a coy, thirsty expression on her face. Spreading her ass cheeks with one hand and hefting with humanness with the former, Baltoh slowly penetrated her asshole.

"Oh yes, put it in nice and rich,"she said coyly as he buried his integral hammer in her shapely ass.

With her anus loosening every second to suit his bulging dick, Baltoh began moving at increasing speed, fucking her without pause. molly's whole torso shook with each deep thrust and she was giving an unintentional gurgling grunt as he slammed the uttermost turning point of her sphincter. Hammering Molly like a fuck-machine, Baltoh looked over to his side and smiled. While molly was getting her ass fucked, Selene was teaching Rosemary the art of scissoring. The two women were grinding their snatch together and moaning at the kinky touch sensation of their soft lips making out like a pair of lovers.

With all the movement the four bacchanal members were causing, the bed was once again rocking to the point of collapse. Throughout the frame, jailer and nails were becoming exposed and the wooden opus were separating. As the grouping continued moving harder and faster, the whole physical body became as loose and rocking as an old pick-up truck going off-road.

When Baltoh finally pulled out of molly, all three women turned to him like CAT hearing the opening of a can of food, and like computerized axial tomography hearing the opening night of a can of food, they all wanted to fill their mouths. Molly was the riotous, quickly turning around and claiming his hammer with her lips and knife. But in all fairness, she deserved it.

Once Molly was finished sucking him off, Baltoh lied down beside Rosemary, spooning with her. He wrapped his quarter around her ankle and lifted her leg, granting him admittance to her anus. While the position made it difficult, he was able to figure her and begin taking a slow yet unbendable pace of penetration and retraction. It only took Baltoh a few bit to get used to the position before he took his usual machinegun musical rhythm, hammering her ass with almost fell speed. Rosemary's moans where barely audible as Molly crouched over her with their brim locked and tongues dancing. At the end of the mountain chain, Selene was working her finger's breadth in mollie's arse, increasing the number as the minutes ticked by.

"Oh yes, put your whole hand in my ass,"Molly groaned as Selene managed to work four fingers in up to the knuckles.

Selene smiled and first retracted her glistening finger, licking them clean and jerk of Molly's wetness while her cocksucker sat gaping and inviting. She then reinserted her finger's breadth, adding her thumb. Molly's breathing became heavy and she groaned as she tried to take her lover's hand. Not slowing down, Selene worked her intact hired man into molly's anus and smiled as the indescribably wet mildness for her interior. She slowly retracted her script and again licked it clean house. Contracting her boldness, she spat out a heavy glob of saliva into her fingerbreadth and then smeared around the entrance the interior, making Molly hum in kinky euphoria. Selene reinserted her hand, this time closing it into a fist and pushing it deeper into Molly's ass, making her cry out from the size of it and the joy.

Even while fucking Rosemary's ass, Baltoh couldn't help but watch in astonishment as Selene fisted her friend, working her deal in halfway up to the forearm as she slowly punched the abstruse corners of Molly's asshole, with Molly on her manus and knees and yelping in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"lord, I'm about to cum again !"Rosemary whined, regaining Baltoh's attending and giving him an absolutely filthy idea.

"Do it in molly's ass, do it,"he instructed, pulling out of her.

molly smiled and lowered her promontory down so that her asshole was pointing straight up, gaping like a well. With her whole eubstance shaking from the oncoming orgasm and the anal retentive pounding, Rosemary stood up on the bed and moved over to molly. Standing over her, she began awkwardly scissoring Molly in her bent-over position, grinding her quickly-moistening puss against Molly's gaping asshole. Selene was lying with her forefront between Molly's thigh with her backtalk open, waiting to overtake any drops that came her way. Her ebony body shook with each powerful thrust Baltoh made into her kitty-cat, fucking her with all his strong suit and loving the feeling of her ardent soft interior. Rosmarinus officinalis was biting her lip and giving a shrill whine as she fingered her slit furiously, trying to fill everyone and impart forth another spray.

The mathematical group's patience was rewarded once rosemary had her coming, pairing it with a childish sidesplitter of felicity as a splash of climactic juice sprayed from between the petal back talk of her bit like the pop of a water balloon. Selene laughed as countless drops landed on her grimace and in her mouthpiece and molly was speechless from the indescribably kinky euphoria of the act as her ass overflowed from her kitty juice-enema.

"Oh my god, I think that is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,"mollie whispered, trying to keep from spilling any.

"Just postponement,"Baltoh said as he stood up and then plunged his cock into her gaping ass in a single shove, forcing the fluids oceanic abyss into her consistence and sending it splashing out from the pressure.

"Oh yes, bed my ass !"she groaned as he began driving into her, using the liquid from Rosmarinus officinalis as lube to propel through her easily.

As Baltoh began diving down into her like a buoy on the jumpy ocean, rosemary stood beside him, running her hand across his chest of drawers and fingering herself while they French kissed. Down below, genus Selene was hungrily licking Molly's snatch and drinking the juice that were trickling from her asshole. To the wonderful euphony of her orgasms, Baltoh fucked molly for ten straight arcminute without slowing down or stopping to catch his breathing place. Once he pulled out of her, Rosemary was quick to lick her whoreson uncontaminating and Selene took his tool in her mouth, sucking on it with gusto. As Rosemary licked Molly, she continued to finger herself, igniting another orgasm and spraying Selene at pointblank, to which she licked her lips with a grin on her face and rub it into her skin.

Grasping Baltoh's manus, Selene pulled him down onto the bed where she hopped onto his lap, grinding her pussy against the shot of his cock while she chewed on her lip in expectancy and gripped his articulatio humeri. She then rose up, letting Baltoh enter the balmy wet lips and get in nice and oceanic abyss. With Baltoh's putz right wing where it belonged, Selene began gyrating her hips, swinging her lower consistence so that her lover's cock swept the inside of her kitty-cat like a rolling pin. Oiled and shining like a polished mahogany table, Selene's round ass clapped and jiggled against Baltoh's thighs with each movement of her slender body. Beside them, Molly and Rosmarinus officinalis were interlocked and were sharing a very wet and enthusiastic kiss.

Holding Selene in his arms, Baltoh sat up with her body English-Gothic to his, her stage wrapped around his torso and her hands looking for something to cling to. Holding her only with his implements of war, he began moving her whole body like a rapper, slamming her house ass against his lap and fucking her nice and late, drawing off moan of pleasure with her cherubic vocalism as he brought her so close to having another coming that just the excitement and prevision was driving her more than wild than an genuine one.

After a one-quarter of an 60 minutes, he sensed that it was once again time to throw lieu. Gently lowering her down feather, he laid out the panting genus Selene on the bed and turned to mollie and Rosmarinus officinalis, who had already separated and were almost fighting each other over who's turn it was to get fucked. Baltoh picked Molly first, holding himself above her in a push-up way with her legs around his waist and her pussy elevated.

incoming her with perfect aim, he began moving his eubstance in a wave, sending a drooping ripple through his legs and backbone to pull out and then diving back into her on the return. After a few minute of arc, he switched to Rosemary, and while the two of them fucked, mollie moved over to her lesbian lover and began kissing genus Selene's body, idolizing her beautiful form. Selene just smiled and hummed, relishing the tone of molly's lips against her bare skin. This continued on for another quarter of an hour before Baltoh again decided that it was prison term to change places.

He rolled off of Rosemary and Molly quickly pounced on him, mounting his cock in the reverse-cowgirl position. mollie's body shook as Baltoh's rooster stuffed her pussy to its maximum capacity and prepared herself as he lifted her up with his hands on her hip so that he would hold room to point. Driving up like a piston, Baltoh instantly began plowing Molly as his top speed, making her screaming in surprise and felicity as he moved faster than any human could. With her body stationary, genus Selene and rosemary crawled up and each began sucking on her mammilla, pulling on them with their back talk and bathing them with their clapper. After five arcminute, he lifted her up and pulled out of her, then reinserted his hammer into her anus. mollie's moans took a often lower and deeper hum as he began fucking her asshole with almost brutal speed, driving straight up into her shapely trunk without pause or hesitation.

After he gave molly her umpteenth orgasm, Baltoh pulled out and swan 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 bum while spooning and began fucking her with a steady but mightily footstep. Molly had her neck bent between Rosemary's spread legs and was licking the quoin of her snatch with Baltoh's moving shaft rubbing against the tip. Selene was kneeling over Baltoh, running her hands across his body while he sucked on her knocker.

Once he regained his familiarity with the position, he was able to fuck Rosmarinus officinalis at full amphetamine, but in order to keep this beat going, he had to turn his attention away from Selene. While Baltoh focused on fucking rosemary, genus Selene lied down behind him, holding her body against his with her forehead pressed against the backbone of his neck opening. She had momentarily lost the desire for fucking, and now wanted nothing more than to palpate Baltoh against her in a fuck embrace.


As Rosmarinus officinalis soaked the bed with her orgasm, Baltoh pulled out of her, feeling her rectal muscles trying to boot out his cock. Upon its removal, Rosemary got up and turned around, taking his cock in her mouth. While rosemary diligently cleaned him off with her tongue and sassing, Baltoh became aware of genus Selene holding onto him for earnest lifetime. Through their soupcon, he could sense her emotions, her loving desperation. The sexual momentum he had built up had slowed, the fire extinguished. As if Rosmarinus officinalis wasn't even there, he pulled is cock from her soft lip and turned to Selene, holding himself over her.

Gently, lovingly, he kissed her on the rim, making them both smile."Hey, don't think I forgot about you,"he whispered, brushing the back of his hand against her smooth cheek.

"I knew you didn't,"she replied, returning the kiss.

"And I never will."

He gently entered her and Selene began panting and moaning softly as Baltoh took a warm but irksome pace. She was clawing at his dorsum, unable to leave a mark on his steely hide as he touched all the rectify places at the everlasting speed and in unflawed succession in a way that only a true lover could. Watching them, Molly had a quick smile on her face from her invidia of their kinship. She knew that the world they were in was all there own, and she should let them fill again their romanticistic seclusion for a niggling bit. She then looked at Rosmarinus officinalis and giggled at the feeling of rejection of hunger for attention on her fount.

swathe her sleeve around rosemary, he pulled her aside to go out half of the bed to the two lovers."Come here sweetheart, let me show you why 69 is my favorite number."



trine minute and dozens of orgasms later, Baltoh, Selene, Rosemary, and mollie were scattered across the bed with the tabloid tangled. The bed itself was now on the floor since the frame had been completely shattered. All four were soaked in the orgasmic juices of the three women, most of which came from Rosemary. Semen was EVERYWHERE. The rampart had been painted, the ceiling splattered, and the women drenched. Baltoh was too exhausted to make a motion and the pussy and asses of the three women were too bruised and beaten for them to even palpate anything from the shank down.

"I think we're going to need a new hotel elbow room,"Baltoh said, half awake.

"And a long shower,"Selene added as she raised her semen-caked face off his chest.

"And some crutches,"Molly said, carefully touching her gaping anus and wincing from the bump, bruise, and rubbing burns.

"And a confession,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as she tried to unfreeze her hands from the handcuffs made from her panties.



"So, any fate in finding information on the toilet of Cinereo ?"Gabriel asked, standing on an berth building rooftop with Michael.

"No, and I hope we don't find anything. The fewer lie and psychotic belief 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 streak through his vena, he is the with child scourge to us and could easily be our downfall."

"And what if he somehow finds the stool of Cinereo before we do, what then ?"

Michael sighed."Then things will get REALLY complicated, even more so than they already are."

"You mean with how people are looking at him now ?"

Michael gave another sigh."He's no god, prophet, or Messiah, yet I hear murmur about him being worshipped wherever I go. He's quickly becoming the subject of a furore following and there is no way to barricade it. We are yearn past the use of memory wipe, the curtain has been lifted on the populace. Now, it is not Jehovah the multitude are seeing behind that curtain, but an unpredictable vigilante without loyalties."



The next night…

"master key, what are you doing ?"Rosemary asked.

She and Baltoh were hovering beneath the metropolis of New York, looking down into the fiery chasm that looked down into Hell. While on the control surface, the space above and around the urban center was iniquity with dim swirling light source like a faint break of day, underneath the city, the flames of Hell rising up through the Null nothingness between dimensions was like hovering next to the sun and getting blasted by a ceaseless solar flare. Above them, deluges of fire and oestrus were pounding the stony island that the city was sitting on without break like the choppy sea on a beach drop. It was a miracle that the city hadn't just been incinerated.

"I'm keeping watch for Titan and master key of Torture. I know we would normally possess Angels acting as scout, but we can't afford letting one of those things get to the surface, not for a single second. If one of them comes, I'll scare them off with one of my clap,"he said without taking his oculus off of the burning storm below them.

Before rosemary could respond, a Greek chorus of roars as flashy as the Krakatoa eruption reached them, making both Baltoh and Rosemary have to cover their ears."Speak of the devil, here they come !"he shouted, preparing to fire one of his good time.

As his glory began spinning between the tips of his four wings, his enemies came into survey in the inferno. They were five Titans, all swarming towards New York with pedigree lust. The low gear was a colossal millipede with the diameter of the conglomerate country construction and a soundbox well over two miles long. It had one great opprobrious eye and a backtalk filled with scimitar-like fangs. The irregular resembled a moth but with large right wooden leg, jagged wings spraying poison gas, a mat of calamus instead of fur, and horns in place of its antennae. The thirdly looked like a triceratops but with lots longsighted and more flexible limb, foresighted claws and carnivorous fangs, and a pair of wings. The fourth looked like an bird of Jove with its face hidden by a pearl helmet and every wing as sharp and hard as a steel razor. The fifth had the appearance of a Gargoyle, but with wings burning with black flame and was just as great and hefty as any Titan.

With a holloa of determination, Baltoh fired a warning shot down at the oncoming behemoths, using only as very much might as a hydrogen bomb, a mere fraction of its full ability. The Titan all dodged the bang with ease and came to a arrest, realizing Baltoh was there.

"I'm only going to say this once : turn back. If you come near this city, I swear I will unleash every dip of energy I have in a single blow !"

"You can't kill all of us !"The centipede colossus hissed.

"No, but whoever makes the first move will face oblivion ! A couple of you might be able to skirt, but the others will die ! Which of you is willing to construct that forfeiture ?"he roared with a demonic growl in his throat.

The heavyweight all shied away at his menace, giving one finally spiteful roar before turning back and returning to the Lake of Fire.



genus Selene was lying in the bed of their restore hotel way, moaning as she scissored molly. Originally she had been waiting for Baltoh to return from guard tariff, but when her friend and Lesbian lover showed up with nothing to do and bore out of her mind, it didn't take much to trigger a spry fling. With their soft wet pussies grinding and kissing each early, both woman cried out in happiness as they had their final coming and fell backwards, their torso trembling and their white meat heaving.

Panting heavily, Molly disengaged from Selene and lied down beside her, the two of them spooning while mollie kissed Selene's neck, making her purr and hum from the soft touch.

"My, you sure are lovesome today,"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, genus Selene rolled over and gently brushed her lips against mollie's."I've always known, and I love you too. What's wrong ?"

Her admirer and lesbian fan hesitated before speechmaking."I know that you will always be the one that he cares about the most, his favorite, but I don't care. I think I've fallen in love with Baltoh,"she said softly, unsure of what genus Selene's reaction would be.

Selene just gained a wide warm smile and cupped molly's impudence."That's wonderful, when did this starting time ?"

"right field after that get-go conflict, I asked Baltoh to stool honey to me, I even asked him to say he loved me. I told him he didn't have to mean it but…"

"Let me guess, it felt better than you thought it would, you've developed impregnable tone for him ever since, and you want to hear him say it again."

"well we've been talking a lot since our low gear ternary so I've gotten to know him, not to bring up he is the infrangible superlative devotee 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 induce what you have and be loved by him. I don't want this to be a contest between us, I just want us all to be glad together."

Selene leaned forward and kissed her."William Tell you what, if Baltoh has similar feelings for you, then you and I will be peer in this family relationship. Besides, even if he doesn't, we're sure as pit not going to stop inviting you to get together us. We may even get rosemary to join our little family, I'm sure starting to like her."

"I love you."Molly said with a suspiration filled with relief.

"I love you too."

The two fair sex then leaned forward and kissed, letting their lips junction over and over again in a wet synergistic bond while they ran their hands across each early's naked consistency and their erect tit brushed against each other over and over again. A sudden swoosh of air drew their tending and they looked over to the balcony as Baltoh landed and folded up his wings.

"Hey, how are my girls ?"he asked with a smiling as he stepped inside.

"molly has something she needs to say,"Selene announced, putting her booster in the glare.

Nervous but encouraged by Selene and Baltoh's Holy Scripture, molly got to her feet, standing before Baltoh while completely naked. He already had a throbbing erection as he looked at her beautiful yummy body and Selene lying on the bed behind her.

"Baltoh…"molly began, drawing his attention back to her. He looked cryptic into her middle, noting the nervousness on her cheek. It was just like that prison term on the roof of the hospital."Baltoh… I love you. I love you just as Selene loves you, and I'm hoping, praying, and wishing that you can have it off me just as you and I love her. I don't care if you love her more than me. I don't concern if she is your favourite. I just want you to sleep with me too."

Baltoh held his breath and looked at Selene, who had only a warm smile on her face. Baltoh took a trench breath and looked back at Molly with doubtfulness on his side."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 chin and looked into her eyes with a pocket-size but quick grinning,"that doesn't mean I don't love you, in a completely alone way and in the bond that only you and I could share."

mollie lit up like a Christmastide tree and with genus Selene watching them with the same smiling she would have while watching the glad ending of a lovemaking write up, she and Baltoh wrapped their subdivision around each other and held a retentive passionate kiss.

"Welcome to the relationship,"Baltoh whispered as their brim finally separated it.
"Now, how about we consummate it. hail on, I'm horny !"Selene laughed.

With a similar girlish giggle, Molly climbed back up onto the bed, settling her au naturel body next to Selene's. Giving a warm grinning, Baltoh undressed and followed suit.



For the next two calendar week, battles raged endlessly between the horde of promised land and perdition in the streets of New York. As Gabriel had predicted, no Sir Thomas More Masters of Torture attacked the city, obeying tenebrious'timid will. However, they were not protected from rogue Titan attacking on their own. A amount of six nifty colossus attacked the city over the course of the siege, each metre needing to be obliterated by one of Baltoh's madness flack. The defender were lucky that Tenebrous had the trueness and obedience of the bulk of the Titans, because if they all decided to set on at once, there would be no stopping them.

With every clangour, the human and Angel universe would require a heavy toll. More and More people were being recruited to oppose the fiendish scourge as body were burned and murder Friend and loved ones were mourned. In the concrete jungle of New House of York, it was impossible for consistency to be buried, and were instead cremated with holy flames until not even ash remained. The city streets were gummy with desiccated ancestry and reeked from the smell of buttered carcasses, and just keeping some horse sense of sanitation was requiring as practically cause as healing and repairing. If the decreasing turn had a silver gray lining it was that there were at least less oral fissure to feed.

After the battle against the Master of torture and his Titan mount, the people viewed Baltoh in a new brightness and his message of supplicant was taken literally among a bombastic universe of the human and Angel denizen. In the established shelters scattered throughout the urban center, countless small clump of hoi polloi could be found aggroup together, all praying not to God or the saint, but to Baltoh himself, as their new Jesus of Nazareth. Many revered him as the returning messiah and the savior of the world in the chaotic times.

To Baltoh, this meant nothing. He did not care if people worshipped him or not, for all that mattered to him was keeping them rubber from the armies of darkness and fighting evil. In between battles, when he wasn't healing the injure and repairing construction, he was spending time and making making love with Selene or Molly, together as often as separately. Rosemary was often included in their threesomes, though lots of the clock time, the two of them were suggest without Selene and Molly, allowing Baltoh to cultivate his growing feelings and desires for her.

In a life that originally consisted solely of fighting and killing, Baltoh's massive modification in so curt of fourth dimension could easily be considered a miracle.



The tyrannical aura of a Titan-level ogre woke Baltoh up from his unsatisfied slumber. Her glassy-smooth body pressed against his, Selene's centre bolted open as the malevolent presence weighed down on her like a two-hundred-pound straightjacket. Jumping from their bed, the two lovers quickly got dressed and leapt off the hotel room balcony, taking flight. Soaring across the city, Baltoh's heart seemingly became still in his chest as he sensed multiple entities approaching Hell, all master copy of twisting and behemoth. Was it possible that Tenebrous had given the ordering for them all to round ? 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 offer opened up in the dry riverbed nearby with natural language of crimson attack leaping out. Falling into the abyss, orotund sections of the riverbed began to crumble, opening up a mess between the city and nether region. With a soul-crushing presence, over a dozen inglorious dragons rose up from the fervidness, each as enceinte as the two-headed woman chaser that had attacked New York before. Their musical scale looked like they were carved from obsidian chalk and were just as sharp, their chela were an eerie and sickening shade of Elwyn Brooks White similar to the face of a remains, their red centre glowed like bonfires, swimming shadow flames dripped from their colossal fang instead of saliva, and their expansive wings were devoid of membranes, yet allowed them to levitate. Riding on the backs of each Dragon Titan like a flee on a dog stood a original of Torture, each superposable in coming into court and power.

‘ We can't win ; this is insufferable. Even if I were to use one of my bam, there is no way I would be able to pour down more than than a couplet before the rest learned how to dodge,'Baltoh thought to himself with the feeling of common cold Mercury running through his veins.

"Baltoh, what do we do ?"Selene asked with her voice thick with awe.

Baltoh turned to her, working with every vulcanized fiber of his being to suppress his own terror. He had to be secure, he had to brave, and he had to keep combat for her, no matter what."We're going to win,"he said with all the sureness he could muster.



Baltoh and Selene met with all the Angelica Archangelica at the bank of the river, already having summoned four Leslie Townes Hope Beacons and prepared for battle. Among them were mollie and all of the Angel, knowing that their forte would be needed. However, instead of beginning their beleaguering on the city, the Masters of overrefinement just hovered in piazza on their backing, as if just waiting for something.

A minute passed before Baltoh had the courage to speak up."Are you here to fight down or not ? !"he demanded with his halo between his wings, already gyrating to the point where it had turned into a sphere of light.

"No, we are just here for the show,"one of them hollered as he cleaned his talons without a care in the world.

"What show ?"genus Selene asked.

"I'm guessing you don't know the engagement. I shouldn't be surprised, being down here in the darkness. Do you know what happened exactly one calendar month ago ?"

Everyone paled, realizing that the end fourth dimension had come. The search for the commode of Cinereo had drowned in the ocean of violence, and everyone had been too preoccupied with just staying alive to project 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 sway wildly. Back on Earth, the dome of black fastball around where New York had been, the last barrier keeping the forces of Inferno back, began to give up while the Hell flames surged up the shaft carved into the planet like a chimney flame. A hole opened up in the very top of the dome, and like a vacuum, the air and hellfire was dragged out with an ear-splitting hissing, almost like a hulk steam jet. A pall of burning cloud began to expand outwards from above the state of New York, encompassing the ball with black lightning crackling and writhing like enraged snakes.

Watching the sky, everyone on Earth simultaneously fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces as they realized that the end had come. No one disappeared and teleported to nirvana, for this was not the Day of sound judgment prophesized in the Quran of Apocalypse. This was merely the end of the world, brought on by the strength of darkness. In every country across the earth, people began praying desperately to every deity they could think of to save their souls as the wall between worldly concern and Hell opened up.

As the dome up on world opened up like a anthesis efflorescence, the city of New York began to crumble away into oblivion as it entered the universe of sin, being burned away like a meteoroid passing through Earth's atmosphere. Out in the fringe, buildings and city occlusion were falling away into nether region with tidal waves of bloody fire surging upwards in their place. The city itself was being consumed by the pit as the gateway was permanently carved out.

Michael and all the other Archangels fell to their knees, cursing themselves and doom."We failed, the forces of Hell have bested us and brought about the end of the populace. We were supposed to protect the universe of discourse and all life on every planet, but we couldn't even protect one urban center. This is the end for us all, there is no stopping it or reversing it,"he said with bitter tears streaming down his face.

His whole eubstance numb, Baltoh looked over to Selene, who was crying with her cheek in her mitt. Molly was holding her tightly, and she too had tears running down her aspect. The sound of Selene's tearful sobs pierced his heart like a rusty blade, hurting him more than any forcible injury could. He stepped over to her and molly moved aside, letting him candy kiss genus Selene on the forehead, causing her so slowly look at him with two glistening stripe on her cheeks.

"Always remember 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 wings and widening his stance. Everyone looked up at him."I'm going to chance everything and challenge lot,"he said, placing his hands on the iron shackle and rosary chains around his wrists.

"Are you mad ? ! You know that will stamp out you !"Raffaello Sanzio shouted.

"I know ! But the major power boost may be just enough to let me change the situation ! If I can't varnish the portal site, I can at to the lowest degree try to retard it down and take as many Demons as I can with me !"

He hooked his fingers underneath the beaded corduroys and metal bonds, and as he gently pulled on them, the air became expectant with energy and drew the aid 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 break those attachment !"one of them shouted.

"Whether I live or die, I will never earmark evilness to win !"Baltoh shouted.

"Baltoh, no !"Selene tearfully cried as he ripped the bonds off like report bracelets.

The second they broke, everyone was tossed through the air like ragdolls as a geyser of blacken and gold light surged up around Baltoh from his broken bail. A wave of power surged out from his body like a supernova, washing over all of New York and halting its annihilation. Clinging to the primer coat for honey life, Selene and the archangel looked up at Baltoh, who could barely be seen in the howling twister of power. Over the sound of moving ridge after wafture of energy surging out from him, everyone could listen Baltoh roaring at the top of his lungs as mogul swept through every fiber of his being.
In the air, all the professional of anguish were being held in the clutches of their Titan mounts, having been caught when the surge in energy sent them flying back. They were all watching the growing twister of top executive, filled with little terror as the twinkle and darkness energy of the maelstrom fused together into a neon-silver torrent, expanding like a twisting gas explosion.

"That DOE, it's not possible ! He fused Archangel and Demon powers together into a whole new violence !"Michael shouted.

"What do you mean ?"Raphael cried out, clinging to a street post so as not to be blown away.

The surging power interrupted their conversation, but Rosmarinus officinalis was able to answer the question in her thinker. ‘ The breakage of the hamper and rosary range, they are releasing so very much business leader in his body that they are being forced to adhesion together, like gas being compacted to the point of becoming a liquid state ! It's not possible ; his trunk should give been ripped apart instantly from the sheer pressure sensation and plenty of the energy building up inside of him ! By breaking both his shackles and his rosary drop, it's like they are canceling out each other's negative affects and leaving him unharmed ! His mogul aren't just being added together ; they are being multiplied by each former ! He figured out how to do it ! He figured out how to transcend past his— ‘

eventide her inner thoughts were silenced as the twister of neo-silver surged outwards, encompassing all of New York with blinding intensiveness and completely consuming it. The majuscule fiery deluge of force continued to arise, surging upwards through the Void between dimensions and crashing against the barrier between the creation of the aliveness and hellhole. Like the red region before it, the neo-silver energy coursed down the doorway carved into the dry land, moving through the rotating shaft in the drape and impudence like a geyser. Topside, everyone was in the outgrowth of evacuating the area formerly around New York to get by the spray Hell flames, but they were stopped drained in their tracks as the remnants of the dome of black smoke shattered like chicken feed and a brilliant gale of major power surged out like an atomic explosion.

Moving at hundreds of miles per second base, the twisting inundation of zip consumed the landscape, leaving it undamaged as it grew. Up in space, astronauts observing the major planet from orbiting satellites watched in awe as the metaphysical typhoon of light source wrapped around the state of New York, New England, the eastern coast, all of America, and the intact western hemisphere, all while increasing in height as well and reaching up into space. In less than a minute, the land and the gyrating power eructation looked like a boulder with a full-sized oak tree growing out of the side.

Across worldly concern, architectonic shell grinded against each other wildly and disfigured the outer layers of the planet, the sea formed roll tidal waves across its surface, and the clouds became with child spinning typhoons. Fueled by the energy being given off, stars across the universe shined with greater brilliance than ever before in their existence and black muddle became like pearls as they were bombarded by more energy they could engage. Around the ball, the flaming clouds of black lightning were swept aside and extinguished by pulsing morning of light and superpower surging out from the towering flood like the burning shockwaves of a nuclear explosion. People continued praying but at new focal ratio and with freshly Passion, believing this to be the work of a god. For the first time, they were right.

Her eyes screwed shut to choke up out the blinding ignitor, Selene held onto the land for dearly life as wave after wave of power swept over her like a tsunami. She felt so secretive to Baltoh, like his face was and column inch from hers and their lips were just above to touch. rent streaked her face, but she did not have sex why, as something in her soul told her that everything was going to be ok."Do it, my love,"she whispered.

In the rattling heart of the tempest, Baltoh continued his shout of exertion as he tried to process everything that was happening to him. The strength and tycoon he felt flooding his consistence and mind were unlike anything he had ever experienced, comparing his original cross exponent to this would be like comparing the get-up-and-go of a lit wax light to the da Gamma ray flare-up of the death of a star. While straight-out office entered his body, knowledge and discernment flooded his mind, bringing off omnipotence and unparalleled wisdom, allowing him to fully sympathize what was happening and the transformation that was taking place.

In Heaven and Hell, Almighty and Tenebrous looked up in blow, sensing what they originally thought was impossible. Against all odds, a new entity had joined their league, one with touch if not greater power than their own. They were witnessing the birth of a new omega divinity, one who would exchange the status quo in a way that the three universes had never before experienced, filling them both with wonderment 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 metrical foot blinked repeatedly to doctor their sightedness and looked around wildly. Finally spotting Baltoh, all the archangel fell to their knees, with many proceeding to bow down.

Baltoh's body had completely changed, having undergone a physical transmutation with the mental process. His clothes had gone from dark Second Earl Grey to a cryptical blue, his dark tomentum had become blonde, and his sick skin colour had become a respectable tan. His pincer were gone, having been replaced with small metallic element plates that protruded from his material body and covered his knucks and back of his fingers and workforce like roofing tile. His tail was also missing. Instead of cornet or a halo, he had a miniature coltsfoot rotating above his head. His four annexe had fused together into a hooded trench coat, made of no fabric ever known and carrying the shimmering visual aspect of the macrocosm, with the stars, nebulae, and bright swarm of detritus and gas shifting and rotating as if it were instead a windowpane looking at blank space itself. shoemaker's last but not least, his optic had changed as well, with his sclera turning into a rippling cascade of neon-silver rings, all stretching out from his golden irises.

"Baltoh ? Is that really you ?"Selene asked with her voice trembling and her body refusing to move.

With the most ardent and passive saying to ever cross her facial expression, he turned to her and smiled, freeing her torso from the mental palsy her headache had inflicted and filling her with easement and happiness. He then began to walk over to her, with every step he took causing the soil around him to shiver and for a soft deep hum to be heard, like the auditory sensation of a U-boat at the risk of being crushed by the ocean. Crouching down before Selene, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. genus Selene's eyes widened as her nous was overpowered by the joy of a thousand concurrent orgasms, while a protrusion of the birthing of the universe and all of its history was played for her mind's eye, all in a single second.

"Does that answer your dubiousness ?"he whispered when her lips finally parted.

Selene darted forward, kissing him wildly in refusal to let the pleasure end. Baltoh just smiled and held her in his sleeve with their lips dancing against each other.

"Is it possible ? Can that really be you Baltoh ?"Michael asked as he slowly walked over with his voice weak.

With his smiling widening, Baltoh separated from Selene and stood up. His lover instantly began to tremble at the end of her candy kiss, as if going through a substance withdrawal method."It is really me ; in the flesh."

"I'll be the decider of that !"one of the professional of Torture snarled as he appeared above Baltoh with his brand in bridge player.

With a grotesque roar, he brought down the guard-less broadsword down towards Baltoh's capitulum, but before it even made contact, the ogre was thrown back with his body dematerializing, as if every molecule in his existence was simultaneously snapped. Everyone watched in shock in awe as an invisible force cast the Master of Torture aside with his body vaporizing. Baltoh had slain the Lord warrior without even acknowledging his cosmos. It was as if by universal joint law, beings not of Baltoh's level of god were prevent to touch on him without his allowance, and the almighty Master of Torture had just realized the penalisation for breaking that law.

"Now, does anyone call for more substantiation ?"

"retreat !"one of the lord of Torture howled before leaping onto the dorsum of his tail dragon and steering it back into Hell, followed by all his comrades desperately wanting to get away.

"Master, what happened to you ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"A miracle. Not once did I think that breaking the bonds would allow me to attain the crapper of Cinereo ; I was fully train to die just then. By combining the powers of phantasma and light together into a unmarried almighty military group, it seems I was able to top into a higher being and achieve the curtain of a god. Here, let me point you."

He snapped his fingers and everyone fell to their knee as New York was suddenly jerked straight up, flying through the Void at breakneck speeds. Without any transition, the empty space and pale swirling lights were replaced with the stone shaft that the city had carved when it sank through the worldly concern. As it rose, the shot below it closed like a lesion and the city was fully repaired. Approaching the aerofoil, the city slowed down and was gently elevated to the top of the shaft, sitting back where it used to with the blue pull in sky overhead.

Throughout the city, everyone crawled out of their tax shelter and looked at the sky and the White clouds, listened to the sound of the river filling back up, and smelled the fresh air. As one, every homo and Angel raised their hands and cheered in the joy of victory. They had won ; they had been saved from destruction.

"Baltoh… you did it ! You repaired the barrier !"Selene exclaimed, looking up at the sun.

"Yes, the precipice between Cinereo and Hell is once again hearty and absolute. I even strengthened it, so that no Devil or Gargoyle may ever cross over, even if summoned by homo. Never again shall the host of sin be any threat to this universe or its life forms. The barrier between this universe and nirvana has also been reinforced, so that not even the forces of Heaven or Jehovah may inscribe this realm or Hell without my permission. As the Celestial embodiment, their world power can not override my laws."

"So… is it over ? Is everything done ?"Raphael asked, unable to conceive that not only was the struggle over, but that the motivation for saint and Angelica Archangelica was now completely obsolete.

"No, it is not over. There is still one thing I must do,"Baltoh said, turning away from everyone.

"What could you possibly still need to do ?"Gabriel asked.

"I must go down to hell and repay it to the way it is supposed to be. The purpose of infernal region is to punish the wicked in the figure of jurist, not serve as the distortion donjon of existence and planetary house and raise the effect of evil. Tenebrous and his demonic host have corrupted Hell with their sinister ambitions and must be taken care of once and for all. I was born from hatred and the desire to exterminate evil, and now I finally have the power to do it and convey judge to the whole of existence."

"Then I'm coming with you,"Selene said with match finding.

Baltoh regained his smiling and gave her a easygoing osculation."Even as a god, I know that I can not stop you."

"If genus Selene is going, then I'm going. Besides, I love you too,"mollie said, walking over and kissing her and Baltoh.

Rosemary took a late intimation and pulled off the crucifix around her neck."I'm coming as well. You have my heart, my loyalty, and my allegiance. From this point forward, I am not an garden angelica of Lord, but a servant of the Celestial incarnation,"she said, drawing rough glower and gasps unbelief from her old coworkers. She then walked over and kissed Baltoh, standing by his incline.

Gabriel cracked a grin."There is no way I'll abandon Jehovah and I'm certainly not going to kiss you, but I will join you for this final quest. Count 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 Hell,"Raphael said as he joined the group and shook Baltoh's hand.

All the early Archangels gave like calls of concord as they walked over and stood beside Baltoh. Before long, only Michael was separate from the group, staring at them all with indecisiveness.

"Michael, this may be the last time you draw you're sword. Don't you want it to fall out while fighting side by position with your Friend ?"Baltoh asked with a smile, holding out his hand. respective seconds passed by, with only the steer and the river audible.

Finally, Michael walked over and shook Baltoh's bridge player."Alright, onward to Hell."





Chapter 12



Baltoh and the others were hovering in the sky above the glide of the Isle of the Damned, a continent about the size of England and surrounded by a two-dimensional sea of Hellfire, burning for eternity and stretching Forth without delimitation. Above them was a sky filled solely with crimson clouds and Black lightning, forever stirring in a windless hurricane. Down below on the barren landscape of the Isle of the Damned lay burning fields, lakes of bubbling magma, forests of undead tree, and 1000000 of people getting raped and tortured by the Gargoyles and Sinners of snake pit, all in the most brutal and savage path possible. But no topic how much the people suffered, they would not die or even lose cognizance. Their dead body would continue to regenerate instantly so that they could continue to hurt.

Among the people being tortured and used like striver, there were those who were desperately fighting against the Gargoyles and sinner. With rusty swords and guns cast from Hellsteel, they fought for their exemption against their tormenters, running across the apocalyptical landscape painting in fear and affright while desperately trying to bunk from botheration, if only for a short time.

"Oh my god, this is horrible,"Selene gasped, clutching Baltoh's helping hand and trying not to spue or cry.

"These are the Burning Pastures of the isle of the Damned, the start zone of pit. This is where new captive appear and where get away captive flee to in the hopes of some flesh of safe. It is a field, with the dead person individual fighting in and eternal and hopeless war in fiat to escape their torment and punishment. Considering how this is always a field of battle, it's not surprising that it is also region of the Circle of Wrath. It is here that we shall begin."

"What are we doing ?"Raphael asked.

"We are going to free the unjustly punished. There are far too many captive here, innocent souls cursed for all eternity for tiddler violation and Sin. I may stimulate been born from hatred, but I am still far more merciful and driven by justice than your God.

Celestial Art : Crusading legion Summoning !"he called with his voice carrying across the Isle of the Damned.

Down on the shore of the Isle of the Damned, hundreds of thousands of cause of armor began to materialize, made of glistening blue metal and undestroyable silver that glowed like the stars. Protruding from their backs were large wings that seemed to be made out of atomic number 80 while in their hands were bladed weapons that were as long as elevator car and consisted of a long crescent blade—almost like an arch—with a handle stretching between the two points, parallel to the spikelet 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 reformer, summoned with a spell that I myself invented from the magnate of the macrocosm. Cinereo is the world from which Heaven and Hell budded off from and its push was both the architect and material from which Archangel and Demon charm were formed. Having acquired the stool of Cinereo, I now have the power to produce new ethereal spells."

Without anyone interior of them, the case of armor marched across the burning fields in formation. Echoing throughout the isle of the Damned, their contemporise footfalls shook the footing and echoed through Hell. As they came upon the sadistic Gargoyles, they slew them like car without mercy, swinging their monolithic blades and carving through ivory and flesh with informality. They trekked through the pastures of fire, slashing and cleaving every Gargoyle in their way. Every sentence they came upon a human soul, they would glance over the psyche to describe whatever it was that had banished that individual to infernal region, and if the mortal received their sentence through a unplayful offence like violation, theft, adultery, or unjust murder, then they were left behind. But if they were only shamed of diminished harmless sins, then the case of armor would open up like blossoming flowers and envelope the captive. Fused with the suit of armor, the condemned individual would be given great persuasiveness and power, even beyond Archangels. With this new strength, the prisoners became the new Crusaders.

A great shadow filled the crimson sky as an United States Army of daemon appeared, bringing forth conjuring graveyard and Graveyards of the Damned to instantly come up one thousand of Gargoyles and Sinners to recapture the captive of hellhole. With this new challenge, the reformer began to piece of pep pill. one-half of them took flight of stairs while the rest charged towards the Gargoyles.

A loud roar echoed from deep within the islet of the Damned as well as across the burning sea as colossus and Bleaks began to grow. They were of all eccentric, creeds, and forms, ranging from pitch-black firedrake, diabolical skirt, nightmarish dirt ball, colossal Gargoyles, towering four-legged beasts with flagitious physical characteristics, and countless other creature that were large enough to trample a city and were adorned with horrifyingly demonic appearances.

With a snap of his fingerbreadth, Baltoh summoned suits of armor for all of the Archangels, as well as genus Selene and Molly. Without even knowing what was going on, everyone was swallowed by their suit of armor as it wrapped around them like Urania flytraps. Unlike the freed captive below, their helms looked like a mix of a welding masquerade party and a futuristic motorcycle helmet, with their ring burning in the shopping mall of a large golden fireball that hovered above their heads, something that the others did not have.

Their armor also had a very much sleeker and more form-fitting design, with Au lining every plate and an color hybrid on the chest plate. On top of fluent metal physique, each piece and scale fit together like reptilian musical scale but with full solid protection like regular armor plating. For the men, their armour had a certain massiveness, while the fair sex's armor was Thomas More slender and flexible, while still consisting of enceinte solidness plates. Hanging sheathed from their belts were their swords, each remade with keen lastingness and cutting power.

For molly, Rosmarinus officinalis, and Selene, there armor was even more singular. Instead of being consumed by a aureate fireball, their ring had been completely replaced with miniature solar organization, quite standardized to the entire toy galaxy above Baltoh's, and each with a really egg-sized whiz and ten planets orbiting around it, five going around in one counsel and five going in the other. While retaining their amber liner, the photographic plate of their armor had changed in colour, switching from pearly white to a very deep and dark blue and decorated with form of pocket-sized rhombus that looked like stars. Instead of a crisscross like the others, their chest plates had been adorned with Baltoh's own personal top : two infinity symbols overlapping at the center perpendicularly with a sun within each loop. hold out but not to the lowest degree, their wings themselves had gained a new mannequin, gaining a mercury membrane in home of their feathers.

Obeying their will, everyone's helmet opened up and folded back as they looked at their armour in amazement, feeling their power point skyrocket. Selene, molly, and rosemary were the most shocked at their new transformation.

"That armor has just increased your f number, speciality, and force up beyond my other layer. Consider it a gift, and they appear and disappear whenever you want them to. Selene, molly, and Rosemary, you three have just been turned over from the realm of Angels to get my Celestial Valkyries. You three now have the ability to harness the powers of the universe and elements as your spell, and knowledge of how to use them will come naturally. With these enhancement, I believe I can pull up stakes these Titans to you while I take on the guy approaching our position."

"Who ?"Gabriel asked as he flexed his fingers, more than satisfied with the maneuverability. Before Baltoh answered, a huge flaming mushroom cloud formed deep in land, as if the earthly concern's most powerful atomic turkey had just been detonated. Everyone watched in horror and gagged as they felt a dark and hard sense of dread as a malicious energy weighed down upon them.

"Prince of Darkness, the number one blaze Prince and castor of assessment upon the new arrival. Oh looking at, here he comes now. Don't vexation, I'll make it quick, just score sure you take bearded darnel of those Titans,"Baltoh said calmly, as if bored. As he spoke, the crushing mien of the approaching Hell Prince was swept aside, freeing everyone of their apprehension and returning their turmoil and enthusiasm.

Reassured by Baltoh's words, everyone nodded and split up, giddy and desperate to try their new strength.

As a building-sized Gargoyle began to charge a nighttime pulse, a reformer charged towards it. She had been locked in hell for three hundred geezerhood and was glad to induce the superpower to fight back. The beast released the bam, tearing apart the infertile ground and barely missing the armor fighter. The Crusader jumped into the air and imbedded one of the two final stage of her weapon into the top of its skull and making sure not to lose any momentum or to take out the blade out of its cranium, she pole-vaulted over it, using her blade to cut its head in half down the middle. As she ran down its spinal column, her blade cut down its neck, into the chest, and carved right through its black heart. The beast fell over idle with its brains and line of descent spilling out onto the arid soil.

A Demon flew towards a Crusader like a chance on eagle, skimming just over the primer coat with a fizgig in her hand. She reached out to stab the reformist, but he blocked with his weapon, granted Sir Thomas More than enough strength by his armor to front the sentient conglomerate. Using his newly-gained major power, the social reformer reached out and grabbed the Demon by the pharynx and slammed her down into the reason with devastating power, making her cough blood from all the shred channels and veins in his throat. The Crusader stood up and lifted his bow-shaped steel and swung it down onto the ogre, cutting her in half down the middle.

A reformer flew through the air around a colossal Gargoyle that was sending down wafture of dark attack into Baltoh's armies. The creature noticed the freed prisoner, but acted like it was a mere fly. Taking the enterprisingness, the Crusader flew by its wing and cut right through the membrane of leathery build 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 back. The Gargoyle reached up with its tail end to try and smash the crusader, but he dodged with ease before he raised his arm and slashed the beast across the back of the neck.

The Gargoyle roared in pain but still had controller of its body. It struggled to flap its wounded wing, but it could not guide flight. Just before it crashed into the solid ground, the reformer imbedded his weapon in the gash in the back of the Gargoyle's cervix. The dark behemoth landed in a burning domain, tossing stain and gemstone into the air, and the impact drove the soldier's weapon into its neck, cutting off its head.



All of snake pit began to shake up as fissures opened up in the ground. Fire poured out of the interruption in the earth and huge skeletal bridge player reached out. Slowly, baker's dozen Bleaks crawled out and stood towering over the United States Army of Crusaders. The Bleaks opened their jaws and released various darkness pulse rate into the landscape, destroying the weaker Gargoyles and the Crusaders without any distinction.

"come on, Molly ! Let's take care of them !"Selene said as she flapped her liquid metal fender and stab towards the giant skeletons.

"Don't start without me !"Molly laughed as she held out her hand and materialized her own Brobdingnagian chopper.

With their recollective haircloth hanging out of the vertebral column of their helmets and whipping around a they flew, the two char zoomed over to the Bleaks, desperate for conflict. molly was the outset to reach the group and instinctively attacked the skeleton closest to her. With a roar of determination, she spun around in the air and swung the arch blade with all of her strength, imbedding the edge in the quoin of the Bleak's left eye socket. Instantly, cracks formed across its skull like a spider web and its unanimous cranium shattered in a bright plosion, as if the sword had been lined with claymore mines.

"You stupid whore !"one of the Bleaks howled as it opened its jaws and began charging a nighttime Pulse.

Moving faster than a hurry bullet, genus Selene shot up along beside the Bleak and delivered a devastating kick right to its spine between its ribcage and its renal pelvis, crippling it with rest. The giant lusus naturae roared in torment as it fell and looked up, inadvertently releasing its Dark Pulse into the sky. But before it could hit the primer, Selene zoomed straight up and shot right through its skull like a inhabit hummer, ending the Bleak's life.

Hovering in the air, genus Selene swerved to the side as several Bleaks reached out to grab her, followed by mollie who came along and cut off all their hands with her cleaver. Falling back to plan her future movie, Selene gasped as she felt a ripple of knowledge flow through her intellect. Instructions for a spell were entering her subconscious as if it wanted to be cast. Memorizing the pedagogy, she began to dredge up her muscularity, feeling it naturally direct and organize itself.

Driven by unstoppable instinct, she pointed her hired man and called out,"Celestial Art : firing Obliteration !"

Answering her call, a crackling bolt of pure electricity erupted from her palm, as inviolable if not stronger than a Divinity Ray. Unlike the Blessed Lightning turn used by archangel, this was true up elemental electric major power, not an caricature made of holy energy. Moving almost at the stop number of sparkle, the massive upsurge struck a Bleak in the nitty-gritty of its chest, shattering its costa and severing its spine. As the dying monstrosity began to buckle, she fired again, this time blasting off the top of its skull.

"Celestial Art : crack cocaine Scythe !"Molly hollered.

Glowing like neon gas, silver wind wrapped around her bow-shaped sword and howled as she raised it above her point. With a roar of confidence, she threw the weapon system at bunch of Bleaks and it was instantly wrapped in a flash tornado. The pillar of glowing hint charged into the ternion of skeletons and knocked them back like a charging papal bull. As they fell to their ground, every off-white in their body split into lashings of flawlessly-cut discussion section, as if they had all been hit with a net of laser beams. The blade returned to Molly like a boomerang and she gained a blanket smile underneath the tinct glassful visor of her helm. She finally had the true posture to avenge her own death.

Selene smiled as well, sensing Molly beginning to gain a certain competitiveness with her. Not wanting to be outdone, she pointed her palms at two Bleaks that were lumbering towards her."celestial Art : Cosmic jam !"

As the Bleaks opened their jaws to set in motion a barrage of Dark pulsing, their soundbox began to rock violently. In an ear-splitting crash, they were suddenly yanked down as if by a angle triad and crashed into the basis, shattering on impact. Selene had increased the force of gravitational force on their dead body, multiplying their own exercising weight by to a greater extent than ten sheepcote and crushing them with it.

"Celestial Art : wizard Birth !"she then called, pointing at one of the Bleaks that mollie had dismembered.

Firing from the tip of her finger, a sphere of red light source shot across the open space and hit its mark on the Bleak's forehead, passing harmlessly through the pearl and entering its skull. Selene cracked a grin and the Bleak spontaneously erupted into a flaming mushroom cloud, originating from inside its headway. The spell she had just used mimicked the fiery fusion process that takes topographic point in wizard, causing a small atomic blowup inside the creature. It was basically a firecracker compared to the nuclear explosions caused by atomic bomb calorimeter, being only strong enough to annihilate a metropolis block. She pointed at two to a greater extent Bleaks and killed them in the Same way, obliterating them forge the interior out with pocket-sized nuclear explosions.

"Celestial Art : meteor obliteration !"mollie cast, holding out her hands.

From the basis, a volcanic boulder 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 same speed as the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. The boulder hit one of the Bleaks in the midpoint of its chest, creating a sonic boom in the air that instantly reduced its entire body to dot. The meteor shot off across the Isle of the Damned, barely being pulled by the planet's gravitative pull. By the clip it left the continent, it had finally fallen enough to touch the planet, and it would only bear one fortune before shooting off into the completely discharge space. For a split second, it skimmed across the burn sea, but that Light Within touch was more than enough to rocket a tidal wave of fire out of orbit. The flaming cloud was almost as large as the planet itself and Hell shook wildly from the light yet sudden encroachment.

She called forth another bowlder and launched it at another Bleak. The giant managed to parry to head off physical impinging, but even without touching the flying boulder, the sonic boom of its impulse created a shockwave in the air that shattered the entire correctly side of meat of its body in a fraction of a secondly. As the slain beast crumbled like demolished building, Molly looked over to Selene, who had just killed her sixth Bleak with another dash of lightning.

The two champion looked at each former and then to the concluding Bleak, too stubborn to run away. Moving at hyper speed, they both charged towards the skeleton, both wanting to flummox the other in Demon-killing and have the gamey account. The Bleak was just about to launch a Dark Pulse at the two fair sex when they appeared in front of it, pulled back their weapon, and simultaneously punched it in the face with enough power to destroy its head.

With the Bleaks taken tending of, the women both gave the genial instruction to retract their helmets and their armor obeyed, opening up the protective gear like the opening of a puzzler box. With tender smiling on their faces, Selene and Molly leaned forward and kissed.



"holy man Art : Divine Smite !"Michael thundered as he flew towards the millipede colossus that Baltoh had encountered earlier.

The jumbo puppet had its body raised out of the burning sea and was launching a stream of window pane from its fanged sassing. With a roar, Michael punched the behemoth in the centre of its consistency with all of his strength, sending a catastrophic shockwave through its consistence. The pot of monster spirit howled in pain as every blood vessel in its long 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 agony but still very much alive, the colossus hissed and launched a night pulse rate hefty enough to obliterate a mountain range. With gilded fire automatically burning along the vane, Michael swung his sword and cut through the blast, protecting himself from its destructive power like Anna Mary Robertson Moses parting the Red Sea. Once the blast finally trickled to a stop, Michael raised his sword and gripped it with both hands. With blinding intensity, the prosperous flames around the blade surged upwards, multiplying in size over a hundred times every second.

Even without its eye and swimming in a sea of fire, the Titan was filled with dread as it sensed the colossal vigor within the golden flame. At its temper, the steel was the route of a golden burning tornado, with child than any tornado on Earth. Filled with assurance, Michael swung his sword like an executioner, launching it in a crescent blade at the Demon.

"Angel Art : combustion Moon cut !"he bellowed as the blast slammed into the Titan, ripping its psyche and the upper berth half of its body in half.



"Angel Falls Art : spear of destiny,"Gabriel said, holding his hand out to the helmeted eagle launching boat-sized steely feathers at him.

Upon his mastery, over a hundred rays of light began firing from his manus, each bend and straightening out with the golden voulge sword at the closing leading them. The vane of get-up-and-go and the hulk wings collided with each other like fastball in the air. Such a feat was out of the question without the armor that Gabriel had been granted.

"saint Art : Crusading Canter."

Moving so fast that his speed was second only to teleportation, he appeared behind the heavyweight without ending his original tour. The eagle looked back and saw Gabriel a nanosecond before century of massive DOE 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 stream of leaf blade striking it with unstoppable power and literally chopping it to small-arm. It was dead long before it landed in the flames.



"backer Art : Enlightenment Flash !"Raphael called, giving off a radiant flare that was brighter than the sun.

The mountain-sized Gargoyle recoiled at the bright lightness and shielded its eyes, giving Raffaello Sanzio the unadulterated opportunity to swing his brand and lop off one of its hands in a one virgule. The Titan howled in excruciation and clutched the bleeding stump as the discerp hired hand fell into the burning sea with a monolithic splash. Spinning around, the Titan swung his tail in an endeavor to pink the pesky fly back so that he could recoup, but Raphael stopped the monolithic attack with one hand as he were swatting aside a moth, proceeding then to slit it off with only one effort of his sword.

"Demon Art : ogre Slash !"the Titan roared, raising its one good mitt and then bringing it down with all of its force, launching five invisible sharpness that were each powerful enough to cut through a tectonic plate.

"saint Art : Bill Gates of nirvana,"Raphael calmly hummed, holding out his sword.

Before the slashes could get to him, a golden logic gate, as orotund as the front of Mt. Rushmore, materialized before him and blocked the attempt. With the holy Department of Energy that the gate was radiating with, the unseeable blades couldn't even slip between the bars.

"backer Art : Ultimate Penitence."

Before the giant could even realize what has happened to it, a wooden cross that was twice as large 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 mordant heart right hand through its chest.



"Celestial Art : Crushing Sea !"Rosemary shouted as she dodged the Dark Pulse of a tiger giant with a mat of quill pen 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 alluvion splashed down onto the Burning Pastures, extinguishing the flame and slamming into the Titan as a herculean tidal undulation. Vast clouds of steam rose up into the sky as the urine poured across the barren countryside and put out all the flames before reaching the glide of the burning sea. Flapping their wings, the Crusaders all took to the air to dodge the devastating tsunami as it snatched up the Gargoyles and Sinners and pulverized them.

"monster Art : Debt Retrieval !"the tiger snarled as it tried to hold its footing against the ceaseless overflow. The surging control surface of the water was further disrupted as dozens of huge skeletal manpower reached out like leaping sharks, stretching like rubber to grab Rosemary.

"Celestial Art : stone Jaws !"she called with her heart burn with authority and power.

Intercepting the bony custody, with child sticker of terra firma burst from the ground in the thick of the growing arms, crushing them like twigs in the claws of lobsters.

"Celestial Art : Lightning obliteration !"she called, launching a devastating bolt of lightning of electricity down into the water.

The Titan howled and snarled in suffering as it was electrocuted with decent energy to power an integral DoS. Bridges of electrical energy arched between its shaft, its flesh peeled and melted off its consistency, and smoke wafted from his backtalk as its insides burned. It fell to its genu, letting the endless tidal wave lavation over it, but rosemary was not done yet.

"Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"she shouted, swinging her arm in rotation and drawing a large ring in the air with her own energy.

Once the ring was completed, the air within it glowed brightly with a blue ghost and shined like the stars. With a holloa, the tiger heavyweight volley from the Earth's surface of her sea, claws barred and calamitous fervor burning between its jaws. With a roar of purpose, Rosemary slammed her medal against the middle of the ring, launching a blast of sapphire-shaded energy that was six human foot in diameter. The blast struck the giant in the chest, instantly freezing it and the total forming sea.

With the animate being and the flood now a giant ice carving, Rosemary shot towards it with her fist pulled back. Reaching the frosty Titan, she reached out and punched it on the nozzle with all of her metier. Simultaneously, the entire frozen structure exploded into icy gunpowder, killing all the ogre and Gargoyles trapped inside.

The fight suddenly became dumb as a deafening roaring shook the isle of the Damned, forcing everyone but Baltoh to treat their spike to try and block the crippling noise. In the aloofness, a flaming comet could be seen approaching, flying like a mortar casing before crashing into the soil in figurehead of everyone and burning away all the ice and detritus with a undulation of blast. Standing in the fire arose a giant beast, bombastic enough to snap up a Titan in its jaws and plain aside a mountain like an utilisation glob. It was Satan, the first Hell Prince and the Mascot of Wrath.

The son of Tenebrous had the legs of a Capricorn the Goat with huge stomping hooves, red fur that was matted with blood, huge knock-down arms lined with blades, serrated claws that were twice as long as his fingers, monumental wings that could obscure the sky, curled bull-like horns, and a boldness that seemed like a mix of a Canis aureus's and a Gargoyle's. Everyone stared in revulsion at the colossal monstrosity, towering over everything they had come to know and fear.

"So the vigilance man return. Normally you would flee to the world of the living at the smallest mark of my approach. It seems that you have gained some new powers, but it does not count, you always were and always will be naught compared to me."Satan laughed.

"That's where you're damage. I have transcended to the level of the graven image and gone far past your puny world. You, the underworld Prince of wrath, is no more of a threat to me than a dying maggot,"Baltoh calmly taunted, with his pelage 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 orange red blast so muscular that only beings of the stance of Hell Prince and higher could use it.

Everyone was brought to their knees by the crushing weightiness of the energy it was giving off, energy so dingy and knock-down that it could kill a city of people just through its ambient existence. The bang itself was so powerful that if launched from the sun during a full alignment, it would obliterate every planet in the solar scheme. Even after everything she had seen, Selene was filled with dread and concern for Baltoh as the radiance of the blast made her feel like she was going to die.

"Baltoh, motility !"she shrieked before Satan released the beam.

With its launch initiated by a full-on atomic detonation going off between his jaws, Prince of Darkness fired the colossal shaft of light of blood-red vigour with almost ten multiplication the durability as Baltoh's old rage blast. The energy washed over the Celestial Avatar like a flood of magma and surged out over the sea of fire, sending burning tidal waves in all directions that could consume entire countries. Flying out from the planet due to its curve, the ray of light shot deep into the empty infinite, soaring for several bit before detonating in an explosion that looked like a supernova.

"funny that you call up me a dying maggot, when you're the one who is numb !"Satan cackled as the smoke cleared.

"I was unseasonable,"Baltoh's voice echoed.
Satan's eye widened in terror and everyone gasped, ineffective to believe that someone, even Baltoh, could exact a eruption like that frontal and survive. The smoke and dust cleared, revealing that he was completely whole.

"If that's the dependable you can do, then you are even low-down than a dying maggot compared to me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ? !"

"A god,"Baltoh answered as he snapped his fingerbreadth.

Prince of Darkness suddenly released a bone-chilling screech as his body went from fearfully trembling to violently jerking. Baltoh was allowing his DOE to finally release itself like body estrus and was focusing it all on Satan. Now, his entire body was being crushed from every angle as Baltoh's energy closed in on him like a deflating balloon. The Hell Prince gave an excruciating howl as every off-white in his body simultaneously snapped and his body began to crack in on itself. He raised his power storey as gamey as they could go, but he was basically trying to hold back a tsunami with a rotting fence. Every unfold space in his body began to break up under the tune, his broken bones being reduced to powder, his veins and muscularity tearing themselves to shreds. As the execution continued, his body began to shrink as the weightiness of Baltoh's energy began compacting his atoms themselves, pushing them so close together that the electron were grinding against the karyon and could not orbit.

Finally, Baltoh closed his script into a fist and Satan's whole body snapped, being instantly crushed in a pitch-black marble, as dense and lowering as a black hole. The marble floated over to Baltoh and he flicked it with his finger, sending it flying up into space where it exploded in a blinding wink, having been converted into raw energy by its own unbalance.

Baltoh looked down at everyone, staring at him in awe.

"Let's go along moving. We have a completely Interior Department of a planet to clear out."He said.



The aspect of a Gargoyle had been carved into the Isle of the Damned with the jaws open in a maddened holler. A colossal pit served as its throat, leading down into the depths of Hell. The pit was the size of a meteor volcanic crater, allowing for entities as large as Satan to pass through, while the side were lined with numberless staircase.

With Baltoh, the Archangels, the Valkyries, and the social reformer all standing at the boundary of the pit, one of the freed hard drink 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, blaze will no longer be the cradle for evil but its punisher. I will exterminate every finis Demon and Gargoyle and engage away the office from darkness."Baltoh replied before leaping over the edge and falling out of sight. genus Selene, Molly, and Rosemary all jumped after him, followed by the garden angelica and the Crusaders.

As they fell, Baltoh held out his paw and a empyrean of twinkle appeared in his ribbon, illuminating the way down. The pit was so massive that if he were to try and fully shed light on it from that sphere of influence, anyone who looked directly at him would be instantly blinded. As far as anyone was concerned, they might as well have just jumped off a drop at Night and there was no other side. Selene and Rosemary watched the passing side of the pit as they fell, noticing that the wall was made entirely out of human underframe. There had to be a billion dissimilar remains in the pit alone.

"We have to be careful once we enter the limen, as there may be some barriers and restriction that even I won't be capable to intermit,"Baltoh hollered.

"How is that possible ? You're a god !"genus Selene responded, via her mind.

"Yes, and so is Tenebrous. The merely difference is that this is his world, his world. down here, he makes the formula. I will be able to overcome almost of his obstacles and rules, but we are on his turf and he has the home field advantage."

Baltoh and his group finally reached the stern of the pit and fell out of the sky into a solid new world. In the distance, a city of blood-red sandstone, bone, and undead trees woven into wicker structures stood against the burning background. The buildings ranged from minor shanty to entire jagged skyscrapers and each shook with the agonizing screams of the mass inside being tortured by Sinners. The city itself was prominent than New House of York and held a much enceinte population.

Just like with the Burning Pastures above, the earth around the urban center was completely barren and lifeless. Even though they were technically underground, a sky of sickly vomit-shaded clouds swirled above their heads. The sky of Hell was dissimilar from the sky of Earth ; it was… swelled. It was like the swarm were much higher in the sky with a larger aura, providing an overwhelming feeling of photograph, like a mouse caught in the unresolved with a hawk flying overhead.

Baltoh and the others finally landed on the summit of a hatful of reeking native sulphur, cracked and burning with a putrid odor as flame streamed out from the cracking. The mountain had a mute tempered summit, almost like the tip of a pyramid, and was set at the very merchantman of the pit as a sort of agonizing landing for damned somebody dragged across the electrocution Pastures and cast down into the pit to fall down down to the metropolis. This idea was proven by the 1000 of curse souls that blanketed the batch, naked and moaning in bother from their shattered frame and their normally lethal injuries. Scanning their minds with his own, Baltoh analyzed the wickedness of everyone on the mickle, and for the people he deemed innocent and/or justified, he healed their wounding and bonded them with one of his lawsuit of armour, recruiting them into his US Army while the criminals and guilty souls were ignored. As the raining crusader organized themselves on the mountainside, it was obvious that the inhabitance of the city were doing the same.

"Behold the City of Wrath, where people who have sworn their allegiance to Tenebrous get their sentence annulled and are employed to excruciate everyone else. They are the sinner. However, because they have sworn their allegiance to the Devil, the spell that resurrects them over and over again is broken like a contract, and they become mortal like the repose of the demonic forces. While this is only a fraction of the evildoer universe, this metropolis is their largest beehive. This and the burning Pastures were originally Satan's domain

As he spoke, Selene and Molly were looking up at the writhing sky with curiosity."I don't get it, how can there be a sky if we are belowground ? We didn't even settle that far,"Molly pondered.

"It's straight, we are in the major planet of the pits. However, this is a world that does not obey the natural laws. This is a land of mysticism and spectre, not science and reason. The Interior Department of the major planet is a unit other humanity of it's own, see ?"

He pointed his finger up at the issue of the pit they had just fallen through, protruding from the swirling cloud like a towering dagger of stone from a cascading vortex. He fired a thunderbolt of lightning from his finger, aiming just outside the lip of the pit. The slithering serpent of electrical energy Columba into the swarm beside the pit, but there was not a crash, an explosion, or falling detritus. It was as if the pit was reaching through a jam in reality itself like a pipe. In the city, the skeletal followers of Tenebrous looked up at the mountain in terror, having watched the deadbolt of lightning shoot up like a signal flare.

"So are we going to take the city ?"Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I want to take away the ability from the Sinners once and for all. They were sent here to be punished for their crimes, not suit the masters of the dungeon."He replied with a steely tone as he snapped his fingers. Beside every suit of armour and crusader, a winged stallion appeared, covered in halcyon armor.

"Now we shall bring down the walls of this metropolis and remain our siege on Hell ! Let these evildoer know that their malign ambition and wretched someone stand no luck against the might of light ! Decimate this bastion of shadow and put these monstrous purport back in their place ! Everyone, plan of attack !"Baltoh roared as every Crusader climbed onto one of the horses.

With everyone giving a roar of sureness and loyalty, the crusader answered the shout and began their charge. Half of the wing stallions took to the air while the other half galloped down the side of the mountain with their massive cleavers in hand and their armor shining like mirrors. Every follower of Tenebrous looked up to the English of the mountain and gasped as the reformist flew and galloped towards the City of Wrath. Leaving their torture victims behind, the sinner gathered at the edge of the city in the tens of trillion and prepared their defense team. As moving ridge after wave of glistening fighters surged down past him, Selene walked over with her helmet retracted and watched Baltoh, noticing a smile on his face.

"What ?"he asked, seeing a curious smile on her lips.

"You're grinning. You seemed so preoccupied and focused ever since you gained the Throne of Cinereo that I was worried that you had lost your emotions."

"I'm happy, I'm finally able to do what I was born to do. I finally have the power to slay wickedness once and for all. Back when I was just a hybrid, I would never give birth dared of going up against the hell on earth Princes and trying to salary a war like this, but now I finally have the military capability and ability to puddle my dream come on-key. And with you by my position, there is no way I can fail."

genus Selene smiled and pressed her lips against his, while drawing her brand with her free deal."Let's go."

As the photoflood of warriors approached, arrows and bullets were launched from the city by the millions as the Sinners fought with weapons from all across fourth dimension. rocket rained down upon Baltoh's United States Army, but could do no harm to the cavalry or their riders, as their armor was far too powerful to be damaged by such puny attacks. Sprinting down the engross pile, the mystical entire panted heavily with each footmark but felt no weariness or loss of strong point. Their powerful muscles shook and warped as their hooves struck the solid ground, shattering the brimstone like frozen dew.

Holding their car-sized cleavers above their heads like city block of Styrofoam, the social reformer shouted out their firmness of purpose to slay their tormenter, with their armor going from shining to glowing as their self-assurance and loyalty grew in strength. By the sentence they were halfway down the slew, each Crusader was glowing like the Sun Myung Moon, joining together into a beaming ray that blinded the Sinners below.

In one gravid collapse, the dry land troops slammed into the line of Sinners like a mudslide, knocking them down like dominos. The Crusaders used the size of their arcuate leaf blade to turn over out and pang and rive the sinner as their winged steeds galloped over them and trampled them with their hooves, shattering their ivory like twigs. Dead or fatally wounded Sinners turned to ash as the hold up traces of their existence withered away. Even while outnumbered five to one, the Crusaders pierced the horde of Sinners like a army tank and drove deep into the city.

Gargoyles and demons filled the sky but were quickly overpowered by the flying warriors. Moving as fast as lightning, the winged gymnastic horse flew through the air, maneuvering between each daemon as the Crusader would reach out out and lather them with their weapon. Gargoyles were knocked out of the sky by irradiation of light, shot from the wings of the knight like the Feather pointer while. The luminance energy burned their flesh like acid, causing them to plump down into the streets in smoldering husks.

Baltoh walked through the urban center streets as his warriors flooded the urban center, slaughtering any evildoer that approached without even acknowledging their creation. As he remembered, the construction of the city were make with a wicker-like weave of joint from undead Tree, but they served a role other than building fabric. The walls, floor, and roofs also served as prisons for damned souls with their consistence packed inside past the item of being crushed to demise or suffocation. Every body had been pierced dozens of fourth dimension by steel rods that served as reinforcing stimulus for the buildings like the 2x4s of a house. The bodies were pressed against side side of their wicker cages like lucre of pianissimo wire with stock streaming from the cuts that each subdivision had worn into their tegument. They continuously moaned in pain from their suffering and begged Baltoh to help.

He answered their plea, reading the thinker of each somebody to identify their sins. To those he deemed innocent or undeserving of such punishment, he freed them with his mind and created a causa of armor for them to Bond to so that they could join his ranks. As raining beams of free energy brought down the dagger-like skyscrapers, Baltoh peered into the edifice and felt sick to his tum. The people they were saving were locked in twisting devices and undergoing abuse that darkened his mind with painful storage from before his birth as the hybrid. The sinner had preformed everything from rape to forced cannibalism.

As Baltoh stepped out into the street, a troll from a tank shaft through the air and detonated five feet from him, unable to come any closer. He turned to the mechanically skillful monstrosity, made from Hellsteel and decorated with man bones. The Sinners inside loaded another round and fired, but just like the first, it exploded before it could touch him and the flames and shrapnel were deflected.

Raising his arm, Baltoh closed his hand into a clenched fist and instantly caused the armoured combat vehicle to flip into the air and dematerialize, taking the passengers with it to the realm of nonentity. A chorus of hurly burly reached his ears and he turned with a low smiling of amusement as a crowd of Sinners came sprinting down the street with several Crusaders on hogback chasing them. The Sinners'boney feet clacked on the cobblestone primer as they ran desperately, unable to escape the meliorist. With powerful swings, the men and women hacked away at the Sinners, shattering their skeletons like rotting sticks. As they rode past Baltoh, they all gave fast prow of their heads.

"Celestial Art : Carving sirocco !"Molly shouted as she flew overhead.

Aiming her bridge player at a grouping of daemon, she released a sinewy jet of grit that seemed to form out of the air itself. The blast was just as large as a Divinity Ray and it washed over the daemon with each grain striking with the world power of a high-caliber fastball. The Demons howled in pain as their bodies were pealed away layer-by-layer, sending misty blood and sleety pulp streaming behind them.

She was suddenly knocked down to the clouds by a deafening thunder that shook the burning sky. A expectant Titan lowered itself from the cloud with a torso that looked like a mix between a vulture and a flying lizard, with scraggy feathers, a long neck opening, a fanged beak, and snake eyes. It released a bone-chilling screech and a night Pulse appeared between its jaws, strong enough to acquire out the totally metropolis. Before it could unblock the clap, Baltoh snapped his fingerbreadth and Ernst Boris Chain of lightness reached out of the sky and ground. They wrapped around the Titan, strangling it until the welkin of energy in its snoot disappeared. He snapped his fingers once more and the chains constricted until they ripped the creature apart.

Within minute of arc, a growing cheer echoed across the urban center as the utmost dying 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 mickle and hearing range. Shrieks, as gamey as whistles and as low as dying animals'could be heard, sending tremble crawling up everyone's spine. Only Baltoh was immune to the psychological affect, due both his experience in sin and his might. Standing on the shore of the inky nigrify ocean, they watched as wafture crashed on the beach and revealed the people hidden beneath the spray. They were chained to the sea floor, staring aimlessly with glazed middle and pale faces. Many were chained to the beachside drop, forced to stick out undulation after gelid undulation slamming into them and the demonic fowl and crustaceans of Hell picking and feeding on their bodies, with every wound instantly regenerating so that they could continue to sense pain in the neck. Even as they looked upon Baltoh and the others and their casted Christ Within shined on them, they showed no emotions.

"shucks it, I hated this place the most when I came here,"Rosemary cursed.

"This is the Sea of enviousness, the place where those who let jealousy run their lives are damned and punished. Just as Old Nick, Prince of wrath, ran the electrocution Pastures and the City of ire, Leviathan, Prince of invidia, is in control of this ocean. Here, the unctuous water poisonous substance their bodies like battery acid to typify how begrudge poisons the creative thinker and it weighs down on them with crushing power, just like how their feelings of inadequacy crushed them and made them envious of others. And that isn't even counting all the demon and Gargoyles underneath the surface, torturing them without pause. Now the only things they envy are those that no longer subsist. This spot is tricky, as it has the greatest numeral of heavyweight and it is hard to tell who exactly is shamefaced and who deserves to be freed."He explained.

Baltoh then searched the minds of all the spirits in the immediate area to count on out which ace were shamefaced, and which ones were innocent. Those that were driven to commit criminal offence and caused harm because of their envy were left to stew, while those who were only the dupe of human nature had their chains broken so that they could rise to the surface. But even though they were still aware and sentient, they floated on their abdomen and did not move.

Baltoh summoned another US Army of winged suits of armor on flying horses to recruit the freed mortal and slay the monstrous inhabitants. They galloped across the shifting water, immune to the affects of soberness as they reached down into the water supply with their two-handle blades, slaughtering the Gargoyles and puppet of iniquity just below the Earth's surface. Any suits that weren't fighting bonded themselves to freed prisoners, granting them their baron. The get down Department of Energy that flowed through the armor healed their ravaged minds and gave them the resolve to fight.

The Gargoyles and Demons swam recondite below the open to escape the massacre, thinking they would be safe. The evil creature were filled with terror as the Crusaders and their horses dove below the surface, galloping on the water as if they were running downhill. Swimming with unbelievable speed, they followed the fauna deeper and deeper into the water, slaughtering the ho-hum of them as the gap between the mathematical group grew smaller and smaller.

A kilometer from the beach, the sea level dropped into a step continental slope, that seemed to delve into the darkest astuteness of Hell. As the Crusaders chased down the pitiful creatures, their arm and the wings of their steeds glowed brightly, illuminating their way.

trench in the phantasma, a cracking eye opened.



From the shifting waves of the sea, a colossal whale burst from the ocean. Its mouth was undefendable and wide of jaggy teeth, its rachis was covered in spikes, and it was large enough to break down up an aircraft common carrier in its jaws. It dove back into the water, swallowing several hundred reformer in the process. Cricking his neck from side to side, Baltoh fired a lightning bolt from the air above him, able to cast forth and release the energy without even using his consistence or a germ. The irradiation of light expanded as it passed between its jaws and bust out of the binding of its head, destroying half of its skull and all of its brains. The dead beast sank below the surface as the bottom-feeder creatures immediately began feeding on its carcass.

Another great splash tore apart the surface as a massive set of pincers reached out and tried to abduct up the flying Crusaders. They managed to forefend the monumental hook as the Titan rose to the open. It was a jumbo lobster with four sets of tweezer and a tail end like that of a scorpion. A shadow Pulse began to charge at the end of its stinger and it was aimed for Baltoh. With a twitching of his eye, a spinning record of Department of Energy appeared above his caput and guesswork towards the heavyweight, expanding to the animate being's size of it. The disk collided with the Titan's grimace and vertically sliced it in half. Once the vane reached its Stinger, the charging Dark Pulse exploded and ripped the utterly body apart.

Shaking the entire ocean, a vast legion of behemoth began to appear from the darkest depth of the sea, each resembling a puppet from worldly concern. There were sharks that just had circular endocarp of teeth instead of principal and jaws, squid with tentacles lined with blades of ivory, pediculosis pubis that had mountains blanketed with castles on their shells, blade fish with toothed barbs that could dismiss Dark heart rate from the tip of the blade, and billion of diabolic caribe that were mortal cellular telephone of a unmarried Titan.

As the legions formed, one final entity rose up from the depths. The creature was as heavy as Satan with slimed putting green cutis, an apelike body, webbed fingers with sharp claws, outstretched annex that looked like the skin of frogs, and a head that looked like an devilfish with almost a hundred long swinging tentacles.

"Is that Leviathan ?"Selene asked as she clutched my hand.

"Yes, the Prince of invidia. Though he is also known as Cthulhu. I'll take him on, the rest of you kill those Titans."

Rosmarinus officinalis stepped forward from behind him with her helmet undefended and a smile on her face."Actually Master, how about we face Leviathan and you kill the giant ? I wouldn't brain testing my strength against a Hades Prince. Besides, there are so many of us here and we can always ask you for help."

genus Selene gained the Lapp grin."I like this estimation. What about you, Baltoh ? Do you desire to try it ?"

Baltoh mirrored the smile held by the three of them."Sure, you girls have fun,"he said before teleporting and reappearing behind Leviathan.

The Inferno Prince turned around and was about to swing at him with one of his clawed manpower, but an explosion rocked against his principal and drew his attention back to the beach.

"Your fight is with us !"Selene hollered with smoke wafting from her palm.

"YOUR SKELETONS WILL LIE AT THE rump OF MY OCEAN FOR ALL OF ETERNITY !"Leviathan thundered as his tentacles stretched like rubber and shot towards them.

The Valkyries and Archangels split up to parry the attack and each got read to counter.

"Angel Falls Art : plumage Arrows !"Michael shouted as he pointed his wings at Leviathan and launched a volley of burning javelins.

"backer Art : god Ray !"Raffaello Santi shouted, firing a beam from each hand, both the size of function buildings.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted as he launched a twinkle torrent of blade of golden illumination with each electron beam bend in the air and honing in on the target.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"Selene called, launching a crackling eructation of electrical energy from her palm.

"Celestial Art : watch glass Ice Ray !"Rosmarinus officinalis cast, drawing a electron lens in the air and then launching the sapphire beam.

"Celestial Art : lingua Of White Flames !"molly yelled, raising her arms above her head and releasing a deflexion and twisting geyser of pearly flames and surged towards Leviathan with enough heat to cauterize ball field.

Combined with the blast of the other Angelica Archangelica, the vast shower of proficiency slammed into Leviathan like a twelve riot biff, knocking him back and drawing forth a howl of pain in the neck, but causing no seeable damage to his body. Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, he only roared in frenzy and lunged with the tentacles hanging from his facial expression like a horde of frog tongues. As they shot forward, fanged mouths 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,"Raffaello Santi said, grinning under his helmet.

"wellspring it wouldn't be fun if it was,"Gabriel said, he too with a grin.

"ejaculate on boys, there is no way we'll beat him from a space. We're going to have to get up close and deliver some real hurt,"Rosemary said as she materialized her arch blade.

"Let's hurry up before Baltoh has to save our asses ! He'll never let us live on it down !"Selene laughed as she spread her offstage and take flight towards Leviathan with her blade in hand. Chuckling to themselves, everyone chased after her and dive into the maw of biting tentacles.



"Now allow me to show you the on-key benefit of being god, the one affair that only soul in my league can attain. celestial Art : fauna Kingdom besieging !"Baltoh called as he clapped his hired man together.

Up above the sea, a marvellous thing began to take position. affair was forming from pure energy and rearranging itself into particular compound and molecules. These molecule bonded together and formed enzymes and amino group loony toons, and they in tour joined together to produce cells. JHVH could give Angelica Archangelica, Tenebrous could create Demons and Gargoyles, but only Baltoh and Cinereo itself could make life.

Announcing their reaching, eagle, hawk, and falcons, all large than Titans and each with greater vehemence and military strength, swooped down to begin their battle. Every feather on their torso was glowing faintly, showing the protective vigor sealed within. Showing no awe, the boo of quarry obeyed the will of their creator and attacked the Titans, snatching them right out of the water system with their long talons. The omega Demons desperately attacked the fowl with night Pulses and early while, but their technique had no affect on the birds whatsoever, as their feathering were acting as energy sender that cloaked them in a protective aura, and the DOE they were receiving came straight from Baltoh himself.

With their claws tearing through flesh and pearl with ease, the birds threw their fair game into the air and finished the almighty Titans off with their extension, cutting through the demon'bodies with their plumage harder and sharper than katanas. stock and butchered body parts rained down as the Titans were chopped to pieces, completely helpless against the higher-ranking creatures.

With his hands still pressed together, Baltoh reactivated the spell, creating to a greater extent creatures in which to kill the heavyweight with. Sea serpents, miles long with torso so great that they approached Leviathan's size, rose up from the depths with boom out holler. Each snake had glassy black bodies, decorated with patterns of glowing yellow lines. The backrest of their heads were guarded with matte of bone ear their optic glowed with exponent. With furious roar, the serpents dove down into sea, gobbling up every Titan that came close to their jaws. With powerful chomps, they crushed the bodies of the devil like Arachis hypogaea shells and swallowed them solid, carving down their numbers like a natural disaster.

Sensing the amassing danger, loads of the Titans all turned to Baltoh and released their dingy Pulses at once, trying to take him out in the hope that his Creation would die with him. The good time washed over Baltoh like a alluvion but were unable to even tinge him, being deflected by an inconspicuous oval-shaped shield that stood whether he willed it or not. As the blasts shrank and split into their last flickering beads of darkness, Baltoh once again pressed his hands together, this time with his fingers interlocked."Celestial Art : Maker Forest Assault."

Like the sea serpents only minute of arc prior, massive wooden tendrils wrapped around the Titans like the tentacles of the squids that filled their social rank. The tendrils grew in size, forking out into leafy branches as they formed towering Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, dwarfing the human-made skyscrapers back on land. Trapped in the wood like beast caught in hardened concrete, the Titans snarled and roared as they tried to break free of their wooden prisons, but even with all the strength in their bodies, the forest held strong and carried a deadly ability. Not only were the trees infused with vast total of fall energy to counteract the toxic presence of the undead creatures in their hairgrip, but they were also draining them of their major power. It was as if the trees were digesting them as the ocean floor was colonized.

With town-sized birds attacking from above, sea serpents almost as big as muckle ranges attacking from below, and grabbing trees bursting from the primer like spindle from a dummy lying in wait, the heavyweight had no way to escape their massacre.



Michael, Gabriel, Raffaello Santi, and the rest of the Archangels sprinted across Leviathan's shifting tentacles with their flaming swords drawn. With each biting tendril that came close, they would jump into the air and chop them up into sushi with a lightning-fast flurry of slashes. Butchered opus of pulp were sent flying as the sewer line-sized tentacles were torn to smidgen by their swords. They all had convinced grin on their faces, unable to believe that they were actually battling a Hell Prince, and daring they say even winning.

With a shout of determination, genus Selene spun through the air like a top nearby, delivering a dynamic barrage fire of puncher and kicks to the snapping jaws of the tentacles, smashing them like a baseball bat to a furrow of sausage. Even without using any sorting of speed-enhancing go, she was moving faster than the man eye could catch. The tentacles were seemingly exploding without her even touching them due to her speed.

Down below, molly was launching leaf blade of wind from her cleaver, chopping down the tentacles like trees being hit with the shockwave of an atomic blowup. Without even noticing it, one of the tentacles attacked from behind and grabbed her, swallowing her wholly. As she fell down its throat, the tentacle suddenly froze, literally into solid ice. With a smile, mollie released a raw burst of baron from every inch of her trunk, causing the frozen tentacle to shatter into objet d'art. Having been rescued, Molly looked down at Rosmarinus officinalis, who had a lens of ice vigor hovering in front of her. Smiling under her helm, molly blew a osculation to her gay woman paramour and rosemary responded by forming a V with her index and middle finger in front of her face.

Their coquetry was cut unawares as another drove of tentacles lunged towards them both. Pointing her hands at the gnashing teeth, Rosemary cast her spell."Celestial Art : Nuclear fanfare !"

A blinding ray of luminance flared from her palms, carrying with it both devastating heat energy and lethal sum of actinotherapy. The tentacles were all brought to a sudden stop as the outer stratum of their material body were reduced to ash, every electric cell having been simultaneously incinerated by the nuclear fusillade of vigor. Materializing her chopper, Rosemary threw the weapon system with all of her specialty, sending it flying through the air like a backfire and causing the burned tentacles to explode into dust.

Several loud howls echoed from behind her as a grouping of tentacles tried a surprise attack. Clapping her hands together, rosemary cast her adjacent piece."celestial Art : Bladed Comet !"

With ardor streaming from the bound and forming a hypnotic hind end, her spinning cleaver returned and fool away past her head, carving down the approaching forest of tentacles in a single flaming strike.

"Rosemary, come on !"Selene shouted, having just about reaching Leviathan's face.

Rosmarinus officinalis caught up to the group as they busied themselves with dodging the snake pit Prince's vast swinging munition. Bleeding profusely with almost all of his tentacles severed, Leviathan sought only their death and was done playing. Raising his octopus heading, he revealed a fanged mouth underneath the webbed mat of severed tentacles."Demon Art : Apocalypse clap !"he roared, casting the Lapplander spell that Satan had and charging it between his jaws.

"Everyone move !"Michael shouted as Leviathan took aim.

Selene, mollie, rosemary, and the garden angelica desperately tried to escape from the blast but many were caught within it when the beam of light was finally unleash. Shaking all of underworld, the crimson electron beam of energy was launched with an nuclear detonation detonating between Leviathan's jaws as the initial flash and the Archangels caught within the beam were instantly dematerialized as every molecule in their soundbox was converted to pure energy. The light beam shot off across Hell, narrowly avoiding obliterating the taken city of Wrath and shooting up into the stirring sky.

"shit it, how the nether region can we possibly vie with that ?"Raphael cursed as he got to his human foot, having been knocked to the ground.

"Celestial Art : timberland captivity,"they heard Baltoh announce.

Rising up from the sea storey, trees that could pink aside the tallest skyscrapers reached out and grabbed Leviathan. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree formed a erect ring around him with massive branches grabbing his limbs, pulling them out and making Leviathan resemble Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man sketch. A horizontal ring then formed from the perpendicular ring, making it resemble a gyroscope with a wooden bar reaching out from the movement of the horizontal ring and wrapping around his waist while a branch from the back grabbed his tail.

"You bastard ! No prison can entertain me !"Leviathan roared as he began charging another Apocalypse eruption.

"This isn't a existent prison, look at it more as a cradle for my future creation. celestial Art : timber Bloom !"Baltoh called, finally raising his interpreter as he clapped his hands together.

As the sphere of crimson muscularity charged between his jaws, a leafy arm burst from the rachis of Leviathan's throat and pierced it like a balloon, disrupting it and ending the patch. Gagging on the offset, the netherworld Prince screamed in painful sensation as Thomas More branches began to collapse out of his frame, forming massive trees in a matter of second base. Throughout his body, unstoppable branches were shredding his musculus, crushing his veins, and tearing through his organs as they looked for the consummate places to circulate out and enfeeble him of his energy. Desperate to avoid his approaching death, Leviathan cast a nameless healing spell and reached out with a fresh flood of biting tentacles, but before they could even number near Baltoh, they stopped dead and were blanketed with flowers.

The woodland continued to grow and boom, devouring Leviathan's body and stealing his DOE. By the fourth dimension the trance was arrant, his wings had been replaced with two hanging lawns of supergrass, his bones were serving as the grip for innumerable massive trees, almost every muscle and Hammond organ had been torn to pieces and absorbed, and only his frame remained entire. The Prince of enviousness had been killed, and in his destruction he had brought forth life.

With a smiling, Baltoh turned to his lover and friends."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 ten of millions of new Crusaders while searching the sea floor, they reached the shoreline on the other side and reached the next area of inferno ; a desert of Shirley Temple sands.

"These are the Ash athletic field,"Baltoh announced as he and his group stood at the edge of the expansive desert.

Selene's heart widened."This is the place where you were born ? Where you first came into existence as a daimon ?"

Baltoh nodded."Yes, I was born under these sooty dune, and after I became a hybrid, I spent almost my entire life here slaying fiend upon their parturition. This stark landscape is also known as the Desert of the Proud. It is the area of the Hell Prince Prince of Darkness, the first daimon that was originally a fallen Archangel, having been cast out of Heaven when he staged a coup against Maker. Here, the souls guilty of the sin of superbia are subjugated and humiliated. They are used as the slaves of the Demons, serving as a body of work force for building monument and also as paramour. This desert serves a very unparalleled intention beyond just being a circle in hell on earth for which to punish the damned, as it also serves as the provenance and nursery for Hell's Demons. This is where they all come into existence, born from the shadow of human soulfulness that can no longer endure the punishment and cease to exist."

"So is it the same job as with the others ?"molly asked.

Baltoh cracked a smile."Free the innocent and slaughter the fiend, the pure way to spend and afternoon."



A never-ending US Army of towers and monuments stood among the black sand dune like tombstones in a burial site, each made from an obsidian-like Lucy Stone formed from the ashes of decay skeletons compacted together. They almost looked like the remains of a forest that endured the strike of a nuclear bomb. In the background, a vast lake of swirling fire stirred in an eternal maelstrom, and every endorsement, Gargoyles were crawling out and shaking themselves off like wet dogs, having been created by the anger and malice homo on Earth.

Underneath the electrocution sky, huge pulley block of this Oliver Stone were quarried from slew and under the sands by the slaves of Hell ; men, woman, and children, all with rags for clothes, emaciated eubstance, and iron masquerade that were clamped around their foreland. Moaning in pain as they worked, the slaves moved the van-sized blocks of stone to the repository being built, all while their monster captain barked ordering in Hellscript and cracked their flame whips.

Whenever one of the slaves would swag over from exhaustion, the demon or Gargoyles would gang up on them like vultures on a invigorated carcass. Men and boys would be eaten alive, too tired to scream as the flesh was pealed from their bones. Women and girls were raped to end and then their shredded bodies were devoured. After a few minutes, the butchered clay of the slave would revitalize and the blasted soulfulness would come up back to life, only to be put to work on once again. From the millions upon million of meaningless statues, pyramids, and tabernacle standing in the littoral, it was obvious that this had been going on since just about the dawn of man. But now, it was going to commute. Having crossed several hundred statute mile of desert and fought through the creatures of Hell, the followers of Baltoh had come to the final stretch of the Desert of Pride.

In the shadow of a half-finished Pyramid, a Demon sitting in a onyx toilet on a wooden sled ordered for her slaves to pull faster, shouting in Hellscript and cracking her whiplash. The Demon's holloa jumped in loudness as the sled came to a sudden closure and did not move, no affair how backbreaking she whipped them. Looking up, the she-beast grew pale as she laid heart on genus Selene, blocking the way. With a roar, the daemon cracked her flaming whip and sent it straight towards genus Selene, but before the curl could even snap back, the Demon's arm and head were sliced off by surprise flak by Molly, who delivered the lethal blow with a hefty swing of her arch blade. The monster only had enough time to give a 1 dying scream before the top of her skull was sliced off.

auditory modality the phone call of their sis, all the fiend and Gargoyles raised their forefront in alerting and cursed as the Crusaders came into view, flying through the sky or galloping across the ground. With their whips in one hand and weapons in the other, the fiend leapt into action mechanism with a tidal wave of Gargoyles rising behind them. While the Crusaders, Archangels, and Valkyries slaughtered the devil by the thousands, Baltoh calmly walked in between the statues and monument, creating more cause of armor and freeing those he deemed innocent or undeserving of torment. So calm that he might as well have been taking a amble through the part, he annihilated every fiend that came close without the slender apparent movement or thought.

Above his pass, genus Selene and the others were decimating the forces of darkness with tour after charm, obliterating the Demons and Gargoyles as fast as they arrived. However, the enemy force was continuously getting reinforcements in the form of new Demons and Gargoyles, always being born. The Gargoyles would crawl out of the Lake of ardour, hungry for mass murder, and the newborn devil would claw their way up from resistance, already tiptop intelligent and incredibly deadly.

Barely an 60 minutes had passed since the fight began when the signaling bellow were heard, letting everyone know that Lucifer had arrived. It seemed that the Hell Prince of Pride wasn't just going to sit around while his kingdom was destroyed ... The Demons and Gargoyles quickly retreated at the strait of his approach path, laughing in the confidence that victory was about to be theirs. The field became tranquility, save for the thunder that had not ended. Yet there were more roaring radiating from the background knowledge, midst with power and malice.

"Baltoh, what's going on ? Is it another hell on earth Prince ?"Selene asked, landing beside him.

"Not only that, but all of the Masters of Torture. It seems that Tenebrous is throwing everything he has at us."

‘ Stay calm air ; after everything you have seen, you know he can handle it,'Selene thought to herself, fighting the sudden instinctive flare up of terror as she remembered the might of the Master of Torture that Baltoh had fought and was nearly killed by. Even Baltoh suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I don't believe it, there couldn't be that many. It seems the Masters of torturing are not as rarefied and few in turn as I thought. There are at least a hundred of them approaching with Phosphorus, each with their own Titan steed. He must feature created them himself or used his index to forcefully hamper the essences of Demons to form them. All together, I must say that their power is quite amazing."Baltoh pondered, rubbing his Kuki-Chin with the metal plates on the binding of his fingerbreadth and hand catching the light.

"How powerful are they ?"Selene gasped, barely able to subdue her fear. Baltoh inclined his head as he tried to read their approaching power levels.

"If they all combined their power into a I explosion, it would be the size of a solar system."

Selene's heaving was heavy as she struggled to comprehend such a colossal amount of energy, but her mind was just unable to fathom the size of such an explosion.

"William Tell everyone to pass back to the boundary of the desert ; you'll be out of scathe's way but you should be able to look out what is going on,"Baltoh said with a hint of distressfulness in his voice. He slowly began to levitate, rising up into the air before genus Selene stopped him, grasping his script with her helmet open and a look of great worry and fear on her face.

"Baltoh, is it possible for even someone like you to withstand such and plan of attack ? Can you win this battle ?"She asked desperately, knowing that the coming clangor was beyond her comprehension.

With a smile, Baltoh lowered himself down without actually touching the reason. He lifted her chin and kissed her, brushing her fears aside.

"genus Selene, I made you a Valkyrie because that I know that you have to a greater extent faith in me than anyone else in beingness. What does your faith Tell you ?"

"That you will win,"she sighed, having regained her confidence.

"Good. Now don't headache about me, just kick back and watch the show. I think its clip I finally got some exercise,"he said, placing one last kiss on her os frontale before shooting up into the sky.

"Everyone retreat ! Go back to the ocean !"Selene shouted with a smile on her face.

"Selene, what's going on ?"Molly hollered, wiping the demon bloodline 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 relax !"

mollie gained a wide smile of turmoil, eager to see what power Baltoh would unleash.

"Everyone go back to the ocean ! We have to get out of here ! captain Baltoh is going to fight !"Rosemary shouted, having overheard them.

While almost everyone wanted to outride and see the clash, Baltoh's orders were obeyed and a full retreat was set in gesture, with everyone fleeing as fast as they could so that the battle would begin soon. With the assist of spells from the Valkyries and Archangels, all the Crusaders zipped across almost half of a thousand knot of desert in a second gear and appeared at the edge of the ink-black Sea of Envy.

"Angel Falls Art : Heavenly view,"Michael cast, holding up his hands. Like a monumental moving-picture show screen, a canvas tent made of pure visible light appeared in the sky above the crowd of trillion with a real-time horizon of Baltoh at the battlefield. He was hovering in the sky, watching the fateful swarm stir in the distance.

Everyone covered their ear as a deafening roar rang out, far louder than the one that had been sent out before, even with the length that had been traveled. Covering their pinna, everyone looked up at the screen door as the Masters of Torture arrived, riding on the backs of Titans as they escorted the Hell Prince of Pride. Like Satan and Leviathan, Lucifer towered above all else, able to easily kill a Titan with a single swat of his bridge player and destroy a muckle with a chimneysweeper of his tail.

daystar was built differently from the other Hell Princes so far encounter, as his body had more of a reptilian-draconic build and strain to it, and instead of one caput, he had seven. The seven mechanical man read/write head each stood at the end of a hanker powerful neck opening, with each head lacking eye or a horn in but instead having pointed capitulum and shark-like tooth. Six of the headspring each had a horn protruding from the top of their head with a jacket looped around it like a band, but the seventh drumhead had four of each. morning star's hale body had a much more revolting visual aspect the early sin Princes ’, for instead of graduated table or hair, his bod consisted entirely of exposed necrotic muscle, grotesque and wickedness like a burn wounding that had completely pealed away the soma and singed the muscles underneath.

His long bladed after part swishing from English to side with inflammation and his wings keeping him aloft without a one flapping, Lucifer looked at Baltoh without any eyes and began to laugh.

"So the terrorist returns. You, you have always been a spikelet in my side and the preventative in the growth of my armies. I have been hunting you ever since you were born, but always would you jump to terra firma before I could end you once and for all. But now, it seems like you are finally make to die,"he boomed, grinning with each lipless head.

"It seems that you do not have intercourse about Satan and Leviathan,"Baltoh sighed with his subdivision crossed.

Lucifer just gave another laugh."Oh, I know alright. You put those weaklings in their place and ended their pathetic liveliness once and for all. Don't think that scares me, I could have killed them with all seven heads cut off. I, I am the strongest of the sin Princes ! It is why I am the own who commands the Ash battleground and prescript over the daemon and the victor of agony ! In the rank of nether region, only the almighty Lord Tenebrous has greater power than myself ! And even if you kill me, then he will just make more blaze Princes with a crack of his fingerbreadth ! You're in our world double-dealer, there is no way you can win !"

"For mortal who is so confident and sure of himself, you sure brought a lot of minions."Baltoh remarked, looking around as the passe-partout of distortion and heavyweight around and behind Lucifer. This simply drew another laugh from the hellhole Prince.

"After I was cast out of heaven, I learned to be cautious and became wiser. I won't make the same obvious mistake that the others made."

Six of the seven heads then looked in diametrical focus, each spitting out a Horror Obelisk like a missile and lodging them at the edges of the battlefield. The 7th head looked direct up and opened its jaws, and six triangular dagger reached out of the back of its throat and opened up like a blossoming flower with a arena of shadow hovering in the center.

"FORCES OF pit, LEND ME YOUR speciality !"he bellowed as the six horror Obelisks all caused the power of Beelzebub and his minions to skyrocket.

Raising their swords, all the Masters of Torture began channeling their Energy Department straight towards the sphere of iniquity above his seventh nous, while channeling the king of their colossus mountain through their own eubstance. With the king of a one hundred Masters of Torture and behemoth pumping through his venous blood vessel, all with their strength multiplied by the repulsion obelisk, Lucifer's Energy Department levels more than doubled past what Baltoh had expected. The Celestial Avatar gained a flavour of surprisal as he felt the Hell Prince's mogul levels skyrocket without any signboard of stopping. If it weren't for the fact that Tenebrous already possessed it, Lucifer could very well assume the Throne of underworld through such a powerful combination.

At the beach of the Sea of envy, everyone struggled to breath and stick around on their feet as Old Nick's superpower levels weighed down upon them like an entire ocean. Finally, a great eye opened in the nerve center of Lucifer's breast, jet-black with a bright red ten-pointed wizard for a educatee."I see you…"he said, staring at Baltoh.

While Baltoh was surprised, 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 consume been for nothing."

With a roar in response, Satan opened the jaws of one of his heads and launched an apocalypse bam, several sentence more powerful than Satan and Leviathan's. This sentence, the born force field that stood around Baltoh was not strong enough to stay fresh the good time at bay. Raising it to eye-level, he blocked the ray with the spine of his hand, hovering in that same spot with the shaft of light being deflected and washing over him like a vacuum cleaner behind a moving fomite. Lurching forward, Lucifer strengthened the good time, making Baltoh grit his teeth from the sudden shove. This certainly was surprising ; not only was the power truly worlds apart from Prince of Darkness and Leviathan, but the fact that he was able to launch so much power with just one of his pass was a bad portent, as Baltoh originally figured that he would need all seven heads together to organise and wangle the energy.

The blast ended and Baltoh's oculus widened as Lucifer's pharynx met his view, the Hell Prince having pounced while Baltoh was blinded by the bang. Teleporting, Baltoh reappeared at a seemingly safe distance but was forced to teleport again as one of Lucifer's heads reached out and tried to grab him. Keeping his distance, Baltoh reappeared at the edge of the battleground and flicked the air with his finger, releasing a centralise shockwave that was as knock-down as a meteor impact. Lucifer was thrown back with ripples traveling through his body but didn't seem to be suffering from a single popped mineral vein or broken bone.

‘ That hit should give birth ripped off all his heading and splattered him like a pigment balloon. It seems that his ability isn't the only thing that has been enhanced…'

"daemon Art : Mutilation Mutation !"

Opening the jaws of one of his heads, Lucifer shot out his knife like a batrachian, sending the tendril flying towards Baltoh faster than a high-caliber bullet. Warping in the air, the tongue mutated and changed in shape, covering itself in blade of bone. With a switching of his eye, Baltoh fired an invisible blade of vertical energy, slicing the appendage in half down the eye. Undeterred by the trauma, the two halves of the tongue went in opposite counselling and then converged on him.

With another twitch of his eye, Baltoh launched a horizontal sword, slicing off the schism portions of the tongue. daystar showed no mark of feeling any painfulness, and with a whiplash, four new tendrils grew out of the bleeding tip of the lop tongue. Baltoh teleported as the four bladed tendrils tried to catch him and reappeared to the side, launching another brand and severing the glossa. To the auditory sensation of Beelzebub's booming laugh, eight new quivering tentacles burst out the bleeding stump.

"Just as I thought, a Hydra affect. Tch, what a nuisance,"Baltoh scoffed as he raised his hand."Celestial Art : genius Birth."

A small sphere of red light shot from the tip of his finger's breadth, flying over to Beelzebub and entering his bothersome principal. In a deafening roar and a blinding flash, the school principal was ripped apart by a miniature nuclear explosion. Lucifer roared in suffering from the destruction of his head, but within minute, the singed flesh could be seen quivering and regenerated as the head was slowly formed.

"Celestial Art : timber prison house,"Baltoh mould, clasping his hand together.

On a scale never before seen in the history of the universe, a colossal tree burst out of the reason beside friction match and began growing at a phenomenal charge per unit, forming a ring around the hell on earth Prince while branches grew out from the interior and grabbed his arm, flank, and heads. The tree was so bombastic that it had more than three metre the plant biomass as the amazon jungle.

With a bellowing, Prince of Darkness opened up his next head and vomited up a waterfall of black guck, pouring from between his jaws slowly like hot tar. The guck poured down onto his restraints, instantly causing the wood to turn Zane Grey with dying and deteriorate as if through hastened decomposition. Baltoh sighed in annoyance and Lucifer opened the jaws of his fourth head.

"Demon Art : Extinction Tombstone Summoning !"he bellowed, launching totems from his throat like a automobile gun.

These totems were different from the repulsion dagger and Inferno abysm, with an Egyptian-style obelisk that towered at thirty feet in pinnacle, surrounded on all four slope by human skeletons frozen in a look of desperation as they reached for the top of the steeple. Upon their landing, the obelisks all detonated into a vast mushroom-shaped cloud cloud of fervidness, dwarfing the most mightily nuclear burst with their coalesce great power. Baltoh was in the center of the burning hurricane with his arm crossed and a look of boredom on his face. Back at the Sea of invidia, everyone was watching the scene with looks of awe and reverence, waiting for their savior to discover himself.

"Celestial Art : Absolute Zero !"
The blowup came to a complete and consummate halt as every atom within its border sank to −459.67° F, the temperature in which matter loses the power to affect. All the expanding gasoline and dust in the explosion were literally frozen in prison term. Baltoh ended the magical spell and all the matter in the explosion suddenly dissipated or fell back down to the ground like a sandstorm with the sudden loss of the wind, having been drained of all impulse and DOE. Everyone on the coast looked at the silver screen raised his or her hands and cheered as Baltoh was revealed, completely unharmed.

‘ office absorption, transformation, summoning, venomous battery-acid, and Energy Department gust. If my theory is even up, the close two heads each have their own unique power.'

"Demon Art : Phantasm Nightmare !"Lucifer bellowed with his fifth head.

Shimmering like a hologram, Lucifer slowly dematerialized, completely disappearing. Even his siphoning of energy from the Masters of torment and behemoth came to an end. Baltoh scowled as the netherworld Prince completely disappeared, not just from view, but from all other senses. He couldn't hear him, smell him, feel his energy, or otherwise bump any tincture of his energy throughout Hell, Cinereo, or Heaven. Whatever it was, he was somehow masking himself from even Baltoh's divine-level senses.

"Tenebrous, this ability is definitely his doing. Only another god could create a might to deflect my senses…"

"right field 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 struggle to be over, but the Valkyries and archangel all had confident grinning, knowing that Baltoh wouldn't be caught dead losing to a pitiful attack.

"Celestial Art : universal joint plague !"Baltoh called out from inside Devil's mouth.

A instant after the announcement of the enchantment, Lucifer released Baltoh and howled in hurting. Everyone watching the screen of light back at the sea squinted to figure out what was going on and gained smiles of relief and joy as it became obvious. Beelzebub was swinging his 5th head wildly as his teeth and flesh slowly melted away, being devoured and ripped apart by a park moss-like material. It was a flesh-eating virus Baltoh had created, one that had a particularly strong appetency for monster flesh and Demon energy. With all the power in Prince of Darkness's body, he was the ultimate feast for the cellular creatures.

Sliding out from between the jaws of sixth capitulum, Lucifer drew a yearn dagger-like vane of red and black brand and used it so sever the taint head before the virus could circularize. Baltoh analyzed the sword closely, sensing its power before it was even used.

"A brand that seals hard drink with which it cuts, a very Handy power when fighting Demons and garden angelica. But I should warn you now, that blade will bear no more affect on me than any of your other powers. I have transcended far past the spot where I need or have a"spirit ”."

With a roar of frustration, Lucifer cast a spell of healing to vivify his heads and then brought all seven together. With the point forming a ring and each looking in the center, a arena of red and lightlessness energy began to form, rumbling with instability. The Masters of torment and giant were struggling to breathe as they pumped every drop of zip they had into Phosphorus while he charged the empyrean. After only a few seconds, it was in a whole other league from the Apocalypse extravasation, swell enough to possibly rip a hole between attribute or cause the collapse of all of Hell.

"I grow tired of your feeble try to harm me. It is time that I moved on and got back to work."

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU !"Lucifer screamed as the sphere reached vital mass.

"Please, the most muscular nether region Prince is no more a risk to me than the most powerful bacterium. Allow me to exhibit you the rightful tycoon of a god. ethereal Art : galactic Judgment. Celestial Art : linguistic universal Sculptor,"he said with a inscrutable haunting voice as he raised his hand.

Up in the sky, a arena of pure smutty matter materialized, as turgid as a spate and more minacious than the Scout of an approaching army. Everyone watching the struggle, be it Crusader or Master of straining, gazed at the sphere and gasped in disbelief as they realized what it was. Even Lucifer was filled with unequaled awe and fear. It was a shameful hole ; a literal orb of issue so slow and heavy that the molecule compacted within was done so in a way that went beyond human sympathy. It was a beacon, the end of all ground and contestation. It was as absolute as it was foreboding. The only reason why it wasn't causing the stark and total destruction of the planet from the inside out was that Baltoh was using the Universal carver spell to shape the laws of aperient themselves, allowing him to change or inactivate them however he wanted.

"I would halt on if I were you,"Baltoh said as he allowed the black hole's gravitative drag to spill out in a belittled see release.

In a roaring so flashy that it was heard throughout all of Hell, every grain of sand within the black desert and every drop of the liquid state flames in the Lake of fervency were pulled up towards the quantum singularity. Every grain of sand from every exclusive man spirit that crumbled away within the sand dune from all across fourth dimension was pulled into the darkness and destroyed. Back at the coast, everyone cursed in letdown as a cloud of surging blacken sand blocked his or her aspect like a TV buzzing with static. Reluctantly, Lucifer reabsorbed the power of his spell and distributed it back to himself and his followers, granting them the military strength to cast shields strong enough to protect them from the gravitative pull.

After twenty bit in which nobody moved, the cobbler's last cereal of sand and pearl of liquid fervour were absorbed, revealing the landscape below. There were massive temple and altar, adorned with bronze statues of Angels and Archangels. Radiating from the synagogue like ripples in a pond, towns of sandstone had been built, with coliseums, assembly, theatre, and quarrel of houses from mansions to army hut. It was an intact web of cities.

"shucks it, I can't move,"Devil cursed, barely able to mouth. He wasn't the only one cursed ; every maestro of Torture and Titan was paralyzed by Baltoh's spell.

"I didn't want you moving around and interrupting my finale. Now, learn the confessedly conflict between our strengths and let regret be the final examination emotion that you experience as you die."Baltoh said with a deep definitive vocalization as he clapped his hands together.

Up above the desert devoid of sand, the black hole shattered into tens of billions of marble, all made from the super-dense cloth. While altering their gravitational effects and nature, Baltoh spread out the marble across the sky, holding them above the field of honor with each weighing as much as a unit star. With the law of nature of physics altered, Baltoh released the cloud of marbles down onto the Tempter and his minions. Falling like indestructible meteorites, the super-dense super-heavy marbles rained down without mercy, piercing the Hell Prince and each daemon uncountable fourth dimension, each experiencing an slaying like twenty loads of birdshot being fired simultaneously at pointblank range.

friction match, the Masters of torment, and the Titans didn't even have time to scream as their consistency were pierced tens of millions of prison term, each filled with more fix than a peach sponge. From the speed and major power of the falling marbles, aerosolized Demon blood filled the air and flesh, muscle, and off-white were shredded as if in a blender. Upon contact with the ground, a Brobdingnagian junk cloud was thrown up as the marbles drilled through the soil, bedrock, and eternal layers of pit, using only their weighting and momentum. The bullet eventually cleared, and not a single tincture of Baltoh's foe could be found. In place of the field of honor, a massive pit had been carved into Inferno, deepening every second as the cover of fatal mess marbles basically burned through the land.

Baltoh was greeted with deafening applause upon the retort of his followers, all cheering and clapping from his legendary defeat of the infernal region Prince and a belittled ground forces of Titan-level Demons. The Crusaders were all jumping up and down like youngster on a trampoline, the Archangels were clapping as loudly as possible ( even Michael was clapping ), and Selene, mollie, and Rosmarinus officinalis pounced on him as if desperate to fuck.

"Baltoh, that was amazing !"Molly exclaimed, truly beginning to see just how powerful Baltoh really was.

"Thank you, that means a lot. But the true challenge was staving off boredom,"he joked before pulling her close and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"Baltoh, what is this place ?"Selene asked, looking around at the meshing of Rome-like cities scattered across the city. Baltoh smile gained a sad tinge.

"These cities are remainder from the age before Tenebrous, when Hell was under the jurisdiction and dominance of Jehovah and Heaven. The Angel and garden angelica lived here while they worked, punishing the sinners that were cast into this realm for their criminal offence. Originally, there were one C of these urban center scattered across Hades, like the forts that dotted the Roman borderline walls that served as belittled towns for soldiers. These settlements were all inhabited before Tenebrous gained the Throne of blaze and took it over, turning it into a realm of Demons."

"well master key, with the Ash area and the Lake of firing destroyed, at to the lowest degree you won't see too many Demons and Gargoyles,"Rosemary mused, relighting Baltoh's grin before he turned to his Crusaders.

"social reformer ! Soldiers ! Listen to me !"he called, using his magnate to increase the power of his interpreter so that everyone would hear him. The armored follower all became unsounded, eagerly awaiting the next order from their commander.

"I am proud of all of you, you have all helped me reclaim Hell in the epithet of light and justice. However, you can not stick with me past this spot, as my side by side destination is the sand dune of Sloth. You are all to return to the Sea of envy, the urban center of anger, the burn eatage and the rest of the Ash sphere, and bear on freeing clean-handed individual. I know the next lot very well, and think me when I say that it is better if I bring as few mass as possible."He commanded, drawing hushed muttering and defeat from his followers.

"This is not a lot to ask. While we have already moved through three lap of infernal region, the area we've actually covered and the number of innocent person is miniscule compared to the entirety of this planet. There is still a lot of oeuvre to be done in the areas we've crossed. If you truly wish to assist me in my journey, you will do as I say."

Cursing in disappointment and frustration, the loyal social reformer obeyed Baltoh's orders and turned around, going back to do a endorse sweep of the crossed terra firma. Baltoh then turned to Selene and the others."How about we go exploring ?"



Baltoh walked down the streets of the abandoned city, peering into the home plate and construction as he sampled the bemused civilisation. Selene, mollie, Rosmarinus officinalis, Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel were the only unity with him, the rest of the Archangels having left with the Crusaders to serve struggle any Titans of victor of Torture that might be encountered. They were closely following him, trying to envision out his true reasoning for sending away the abandoned US Army. Stepping into an abandoned home, Baltoh picked up an Angel statue made of Hellsilver, respective clip older than he was. Everyone was watching him, wondering how he could be so carefree.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, you should all be paying More care to your surroundings. After all, wayward to what you've been told in Shangri-la, you are in the former habitation of your predecessors. mankind is far Old than you know, and the garden angelica that came before you are the unity who were born because of them."

"Couldn't we just skip the next desert and keep going through sin ?"Molly asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Remember those laws that I said even I couldn't suspension ? One of them mastery movement through pit ; you can only move from one rophy by crossing through the others between you and your terminus. Basically, as far as interbreeding over through the dimensions with Angel powers go, you can only climb up back and forth between different areas of the round that you left from. It's why we had to actually get into Hell and why I didn't just go straight to Tenebrous. And even worse, the sand dune of Sloth have even More regulation ; no teleportation at all, no flying or even jumping longsighted space, and no super-speed. The just way to cross the desert is on foot. As long as Tenebrous exists, so will those pattern ; they simply can not be broken as long as we are on his greensward,"Baltoh said as he placed the statue back down.

"So you're saying that we have to take the air across the stallion circle ?"Gabriel asked, already feeling his feet hurt.

"But that still doesn't explain why we can't ingest the Crusaders with us. If we are traveling on substructure, why can't they follow ?"Selene inquired.

"Rosmarinus officinalis, I believe you can explain this,"Baltoh said as he read a sign placed on the position of the building, taking a second to decipher the strange dialect of Enochian.

"The dune of laziness have another figure, they are known as the Desert of the lost. It's a shifting sea of grit that can hide and let out anything at any time. It also causes delusion. If we took our ground forces in there, we would be golden to come out with ten percent."

"The Desert of the Lost is of a very unique sorting of levels of snake pit, in that the Hell Prince is the land itself. Belphegor, the Hell Prince of slothfulness, is no longer a physical being. Instead, his spirit is fused with the Desert of the lost, significance that entering the area basically means entering his mind. He is no longer sentient, his judgement moves far to slowly to form intellection, but his energy and oppressive creation are still robust and powerful. The demon and Gargoyle population in the desert is unimaginable to measure, as they can be swallowed by the litoral and buried for centuries before finally resurfacing. Though there should be little to no chance of being attacked."



Baltoh stood in a small cavern bedchamber, gazing with almost a sad expression on his face. The paries were decorated with trinkets and artifacts, ranging from bronze goblets, daggers, and flint-lock pistols, to rings, flask and watch, all ranging across time on earth and each 10 of thousands of hellhole years old. They were resting in shelves hand-carved into the Lucy Stone. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites were striptease of clothing, chainmail, and even armor. A hammock was strung up across the chamber, made from tree diagram from the Isle of the Damned. The cave entrance looked out over the Desert of the lost from a towering mountain spire in the very outskirts of the wasteland.

Her wings fluttering loudly, Selene landed by the cave entering and stepped inside, looking around in amazement."Is this your home ?"

"Yes, whenever I grew fag of fight, I would come here to sleep. I picked this cave because the dune of Sloth are the last place anyone would presume look for me. Even Masters of Torture and Titans are afraid of forever becoming lost in the grit. But luckily, it's just close enough to the Desert of pridefulness so that I can find it and leave it easily. Though that's not to say to say I didn't get lost occasionally,"he chuckled as he ran his finger through the flight strip of cloth hanging from the ceiling.

genus Selene picked up an old pocket vigil from one of the shelves carved into the wall. It looked so fragile antediluvian that she held it and touched it as if were made of grit. She gently and carefully opened it, gazing upon a picture of beautiful woman. The glass face of the watch was so cloudy and scratched that the hands and numbers were invisible and the picture was faded to such extent that Selene couldn't even figure out the woman's pilus color. The woman looked more like a half-completed sketch.

"Are these really—"

"Yes, these my personal belongings. Or to be more accurate, they are the belonging of the mass that I am made of. When people come to Hell, they bring everything they had on them at the fourth dimension of their end. knight, soldiers, cops, executioner, male parent, Son, brothers… Their combined spirits and wills created me. Ever since I was born, I've been searching every corner of sin for their belongings, trying to empathise who I am and who I was. I guess that my quest has prevented my nonstop Demon butchery from driving me insane."Baltoh sighed as he sat down on the hillock, making it creek.

"Damn, it feels like it's been years since I've been here. But considering the flow of metre in Hell, I guess it has. It always surprises me when I come back from the human world and find this situation still standing and undisturbed,"he said as he looked at the thread ramification of the hammock, remembering the time and skill it took to make water and flashing back to each individual part.

Selene had a fond smile on her typeface, getting a unequaled satisfaction at seeing Baltoh finally experiencing something as human as nostalgia. Walking over, she leaned down and kissed him.

"ejaculate on baby, everyone's waiting down below. We still have a job to do."



With Chain linking them together, the grouping of seven marched through the desert. Baltoh didn't take any prospect, he refused to chance losing anyone to the sand. The going was far slow than anyone had expected. Marching across sandy dune is unmanageable, but unlike the sand dune back on Earth, the towering hills of sand did not stay still. Rolling slowly but ceaselessly, the dunes rose and fell like waves on the choppy sea, meaning that walking a straight line and staying balanced was out of the question. Everyone gave the mental order for their armor to disappear, greatly lightening their system of weights and making the gruelling trek easier, but it was still a cursed challenge.

It wasn't long before Raphael became fed up with the impossible march and tried to fly. Ignoring what Baltoh had said earlier, he jumped into the air and began flapping his annex, but after rising five off he undercoat, he completely flipped over in the air and fell back into the sand. He came up sputtering in shock, wishing he had been wearing his airtight helm as he spat out a taste of sand.

"What the Hell happened ?"he asked, getting back to his feet with his all body shaking.

"As I explained earlier, flying is not permitted. Once you take off, you immediately flip over so that the ground becomes the sky. This desert is boneheaded with reality-bending rules that not even I may break off. I can't even retch a spell because it will immediately melt and reappear in the space around the satellite. If I were to try and take out the desert with a black-market 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 sphere of water in his manus, only for it to disappear in a lightless flash.

"So how are we supposed to get through this ?"mollie asked.

"We must persevere. Be patient and don't let your resolve to stay fresh moving waver. If we keep walking, we will pass along through this desert without any trouble. Don't headache, I may not be able to barf any spells, but I am to a greater extent than capable of guiding us across and out. Don't worry, in this desert, time gas embolism in ways that can never be predicted,"Baltoh reassured before continuing on, climbing up the back of a guts dune that was moving away from them like a slow-moving wave from a immense payload ship.

The chain connecting them all suddenly jerked as Selene jumped back in fear and electrical shock. Like a tsunami pulling back and exposing the ocean floor, the receding dune had lowered the Baroness Dudevant storey and exposed what was underneath it. There was a group of people, plastered with sandstone into unmoving statues with tone of miserable agony on their faces and their weapon system outstretched, as if desperate for helper. 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 dirt out me."

"What were they ?"Rosmarinus officinalis asked.

"Damned souls, just like all the early masses in infernal region. The Desert of the lost serves as the prison for four form of sinner ; suicide victims that denied themselves life itself and wallowed in their bother, slothful worthless parasites that helped no one, coward that allowed crimes and cataclysm occur because they couldn't overcome their own desire for self-preservation, and obsessive shut-ins that devoted their lives to one thing and exclude out everyone and anything else. Their crime is simple : they denied themselves the world and chose to dwell in iniquity. Now they are trapped in this desert, forever experiencing their nuisance from liveliness in an endless cycles/second while their minds are forever bombarded by the mind-poisoning power of Belphegor.

self-destruction dupe and hoi polloi who brought forth their own misery and sadness into their minds are played their spirit over and over again beneath the sands, acedia and cowards are turned into statues while they suffer because they moved so rarely when they were alive or stood by and allowed catastrophe to take seat to protect themselves, and those who were obsessed in life and turned away from the world lose all their dope. They all suffer for their half-lived sprightliness, all the spell, Belphegor floods their minds and individual with misery, self-loathing, and hopelessness, like the opposite of an antidepressant. It is a terrible fortune, one that truly stings my bosom when I think about it. But we will not be able to serve any of them until we defeat tenebrious and remove him from power, so we must stay on onward.

Everyone be careful, as your minds may very well become your uncollectible enemies out here,"Baltoh explained as the statues revealed themselves once more before again being swallowed by the sandy sea.



For a completely immeasurable amount of time, the group marched onward through the desert, but the going never got prosperous. more than time was spent waiting for a dune to pass beneath their ft than actually spent walking. As they delved deeper and deeper into desert, everyone but Baltoh began feeling the affects of Belphegor's index seeping into their minds, causing each of them to receive nearly-crippling despair, ranging from mind-numbing care to nauseating anxiety and traumatic flashbacks.

In the back, Michael was staring at Baltoh with contempt, filled with shame, wrath, and jealousy. Baltoh had always been his sworn enemy, even when they fought together against the fiend. He thought he had finally let go of his hatred when he came to Hell, but now it was returning. He always believed he would outdo Baltoh and be the one to kill him, but the bastard was always potent than him, wiping the floor with the Archangel in every fight, and now he was a god, spitting in the side of everything Michael stood for and believed in. The solitary affair greater than his hatred was his shame, pity that he allowed himself to lessen so far and Baltoh tor rise so high. As his focal point on Baltoh grew and grew, his sight began to blur and his earshot became muffled.

Next in personal credit line was Raffaello Santi, he too experiencing mental turmoil as he mulled over everything he had seen Baltoh do and learn him say. He had been right every fourth dimension, shaking Raffaello Santi's feeling to its inwardness. The fact that he had transcended to the Throne of Cinereo and could control both light up and duskiness as well as the power of the cosmos proved that there was a level of ecclesiastic office that could be achieved, one in which the God he worshipped and obeyed had won instead of being born with. Then there were the urban center that stood in the former Ash William Claude Dukenfield, formerly inhabited by his precursor when infernal region was different. He had always been told that Jahweh created promised land, Hell, and Earth and brought forth living. But now, here was Baltoh saying that Tenebrous, a deity of compeer might to Jehovah, came later and managed to steal Hell from the holy person themselves. And Baltoh, not only could he produce strong drink like God Almighty and Tenebrous could create Archangels and Demons, but he could create actual life, giving entities two life multiplication in existence. Was this why Angels and Archangels fell and became Gargoyles and fiend ? Did they lose their faith in Jehovah because they new the truth that not even he had been told ? Could he ever face YHWH and live after everything he knew had been broken ? As he pondered these questions, sand began to cling to his peel and clothes, slowly hardening like plaster.

Everyone fell as the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin sand dune beneath them gave way, revealing a crowd of mass, entombed in Edward Durell Stone with looks of wretchedness on their faces as they reached upwards. With the ground lowering, everyone was basically dropped onto the harsh jagged statues. Everyone but Baltoh winced as they landed on the sharply 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 metrical foot and continued marching.

Ahead in the chain was Gabriel, shaking his straits from side to side while he walked, feeling like his numerous piercings weighed ten pounds. In his psyche, he began to meditate the hypothesis that he would not survive this journeying through Hell, or even through this desert. He had seen Baltoh slaughter the infernal region Princes like fly sheet, he had seen armies of Crusaders rise up and free the innocent soulfulness of Inferno, and he had seen the impossible become uncouth. But now a mere desert was making Baltoh, a real god in the figure, practically powerless. They had made it so far through Hell, but now the reliable power of its darkness was being viewed. Here, they were in the abdomen of the wolf, trying to face the god of darkness while literally walking through his bang-up advantage.
‘ It has to be a snare ; Tenebrous must be luring us. There is no way it could be this easy. All he has to do is snap his fingerbreadth and create an U. S. Army of snake pit Princes to vote down us while he and Baltoh scrap in an unavoidable stalemate. Even now, we're completely helpless against him ! There is no way we can win, we never should stimulate come here ! We have to get out !'he thought to himself, beginning the terror and completely unaware of the severely sandstone slowly forming on his clothes.

Next in line was Molly, who felt so macabre that she almost expected to confound up. While she walked, her idea 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 end at the hired hand of the Demons back in New York were seeping into her subconscious like ink on white cloth. She had shed her mortal torso and had one that held no scars of her anguish, she had come to terms with what had happened to her as something that had no affect on her Angel body, and she had even been intimate and found lovemaking, yet she could not shake away a sickening feeling like it had just happened.

‘ What the Hell is wrong with me ? Why do I feel this way ? I'm supposed to have moved on, but it all feels so fresh 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 lusus naturae, and right after I die, the first thing I do to deal with getting raped is I go have sex again. Oh god, what the fuck is wrongly with me ? ! I'm nada but a desperate whore, getting used by everyone and doing cypher about it ! I'm pitiful !'she thought to herself, suddenly filled with self-loathing and depression as her thinker began replaying her torment in lifelike point over and over again, all while her organic structure moved like a creature on strings.

Nearby, the rolling sand dune passed and revealed the skull of a Bleak, fully buried and still alive. Its red centre glowing, the pudding stone of Sinners roared and managed to disembarrass his arm, desperately reaching out to try and grab them, only for it to be pulled back under the sandy tides. No one paid any tending to it, as it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Connected to the mountain range and walking in front end of Molly was Rosemary, struggling to move through the dunes while she kept her eye fixated on genus Selene and Baltoh before her. Her heart felt like a coldness I. F. Stone in her pectus, yet doubt and despair was pumping through her venous blood vessel. Not too long ago, she had been informal with the man she had always adored, but it was not how she had always expected it. Instead of a romantic bail bond of making love, she gave into her mystifying, dark, scandalous desires and he took advantage of her, fucking her like a dire crack-whore or a abduct victim with her so submissive and degenerative that she would give birth allowed a group of strangers to gang bang her on his slightest whim. Then, after that James Bond was made, he reduced her to one of his paramour, using her as just an ingredient in an orgy, where she threw herself and obeyed the adult female she envied and lusted for. She had given up everything she was for a man who would use her as one of his sexual toy, and she would forever be too tidal bore and bequeath to change it. She wasn't his fan ; she was his property.

With each step she took, these rick Trygve Lie were repeated in her mind. The desert was making her delusional and filling her with self-loathing and regret, and just like mollie, she was buying into it.

Between her and Baltoh, Selene was struggling with her own emotions. No affair how hard she tried to shake it off, she could not rid herself of her fear, reverence of the future. She was only a few base from Baltoh, yet she had never felt farther or more isolated. What would their family relationship be like after this was all over ? How long could it possibly last ? Were their feelings for each former, strong as they were, as fleeting and fragile as her old human life ? Had the nakedness she felt for orgies and letting him fuck other women been her subconscious trying to tell her that the way she felt wasn't genuine ? That their love was nothing Sir Thomas More than sex wrapped in a thinly embryonic membrane of false emotions ? Even if their love was strong, was it potential to go back to the way it had been before ?

She had used to remember that God loved mankind and loved his Angelica Archangelica, but after listening to Baltoh and hearing that God couldn't care less and didn't pain in the neck to get involved, she couldn't service but marvel if that was the same lot she and Baltoh would ploughshare. Baltoh was now divine ; he was an Maker immortal. What Leslie Townes Hope did she take in of being able-bodied to keep the stake of someone who could shape the population itself ? How could she keep the attending of someone who could create life sentence and change reality ? With such a immense difference of opinion between them, was there even a chance of maintaining their erotic love, or would this be like a adolescent female child trying to preserve a relationship with a boy who had just become the ruler of another res publica that she could never go to ?

As she pondered these motion over and over, her eubstance was flooded with despair. She was so terrify of the prospect of the end of their human relationship that her unhurt body was trembling and she could not keep bout from running down her cheeks. With her sentiency beginning to fleet, she reached out to tinge 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 liveliness. You're the only man I've ever loved ; you've shown me Sir Thomas More and made me well-chosen than I ever dreamed. My entire cosmos has been completely reshaped all because of you and my love for you. If we drift apart, then nothing will ever make me happy again. If we drift apart, I don't think I'll be capable to finish myself from taking my own—'she was interrupted by Baltoh coming to a sudden diaphragm. Everyone halted, wondering what was going on.

Without turning to them, he began to verbalize."Michael, while our magnate may not get been equate, you were my rival and I always respected you and what you stood for. I only wanted you to be intimate the truth and I'm glad we can finally be friends, because your loyalty was so much like mine that we could have been like brothers. I have always regretted that he had to be enemies instead of allies.

Raphael, even if your faith is lost, don't suffer yourself. Don't give up because what you learn about the earth, shape your own world around what you learn. Even if what you once believed is faithlessly, your missionary work, your duty, and your identity operator are as true as they've always been.

Gabriel, I swear to you that we will all get out of here. I will never leave anyone behind and I refuse to ever let anyone die again under my spotter. If we are powerless, it is not because of this desert, but because we lost trust in ourselves. That is where lawful strength comes from ; resoluteness and confidence.

Molly, you are far stronger than you give yourself reference. It is unheard of for an Angel to recover from scar in life as quickly as you did, meaning you truly have a spirit that always burns brightly. Do not be ashamed because you sought comfort in the form of closeness, as that entirely means you were too strong to let your death slow you down and smash your futurity. You truly are strong and it's why I love you.

Rosemary, a day won't go by where I won't cherish you and be happy for the adhesion 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 meet you. You are authoritative to me, and I will always sustain you in my heart and love you. I love you, rosemary. I know you've always wanted to hear me say those lyric, and I'm sorry I didn't say them sooner.

And Selene…"he said before finally turning around with a strong smile."Even with my divine powers, there is no way for me to properly express how lots I love you and how I always will. I could remove every headliner in the universe of discourse and write a poem in the sky, describing my devotion to you, but I would still consider it a failure to show up you depth of my dearest. I could create a major planet with life, solely for the purpose of allowing a species to evolve until it is able to make a strait so beautiful that I would use it to make a symphony to try and let you know how happy you make me, but it would never be expert enough. Selene, I love you with all my heart, the heart that I have only because of you."

The great power of his words instantly took affect, eliminating all genial poison of the Desert of the doomed. The three garden angelica all smiled and shook as they experienced a euphoric sensory faculty of a weight being lifted off their shoulder joint so swell that they couldn't remember the stopping point time ever feeling anything to enlightening. Michael's senses returned to their master copy raciness and the slow-forming membrane of stone appearing on Gabriel and Raphael crumbled into guts. All three Valkyries were weeping with joy with mollie falling to her knee joint, rosemary kneeling beside Baltoh and holding his hand against her forehead, and Selene hugging Baltoh as tightly as potential. With the weight of his oral communication, he had purged them all of the toxic influence of the Dunes of Sloth and rescued them from despair and madness.

"You were reading our creative thinker the whole meter ?"She whispered in his ear with her font buried in his cowling like an animal in its den.

"No, but I know you all well enough to assure when you are hurting. I figured saying the countersign you all needed to hear would be more helpful than any spell."He said, wrapping one arm around her and holding her tightly with Rosmarinus officinalis below, nuzzling his hand like an affectionate cat.



With their flavour revitalized and protected by Baltoh's run-in, everyone followed him with renewed vim. They were going to get out of the desert, they were going to defeat Tenebrous, and everything would be fine. With Baltoh leading them, they could not betray. As they walked through the desert, they encountered more and more enshroud peril and secrets beneath the sands. sand dune would drift aside to reveal cocooned hard liquor with formulation of torture, fiend and Bleaks that would come up for only a endorse and try to attack before just being swallowed back up by the sands. On their journey, they even encountered wanderers of the desert.

The doomed souls were few and far between, but they all had similar rags for clothes that covered their trunk and almost all carried some form of walking joystick. They paid absolutely no attention to Baltoh and the others, even as they were called out to.

"They are known as the doomed 1. These are the souls who wasted their lives in selfish and sleeveless fixation, shutting themselves off from the world. For their sin, they lose all gumption, and because of it, they are often the first one to go insane. I'm not sure if they can even be saved at this gunpoint, as they aren't too far away from just crumbling into dust. Don't bother trying to communicate with them, as we are nix but ghosts in their humankind,"Baltoh said as a man wrapped chief to toe in rags to protect himself from the sand walked past them, completely unaware of their existence.

"Baltoh, feeling ahead, I think we have trouble,"Raphael said, pointing to the purview where a cloud of grit and dust was moving towards them and growing in size and elevation.

"tinker's dam it, that is really going to slow down us down."



Forsaking easy effort for trade protection, the Archangels and Valkyries returned to their armored flesh, using the causa to save the wind and sand from blasting them. While the going was deadening before, everyone now ducking in the malarky as they tried to walk through the splashing wave of sand had now brought it to a Australian crawl. Even Baltoh had to shield his middle and boldness from the sand, ineffective to do anything to stop it in the desert. He had to play by tenebrious'rules while in inferno, and that meant enduring through the dune of acedia. Visibility was almost nonexistent and keeping sweetie footing was next to out of the question. In just a few minutes, everyone was basically walking in their own sandlike populace, only with the chain between them letting them know that they were not alone.

"Everyone knack on !"Baltoh shouted from deep in the swarm of sand.

Everyone looked around wildly, trying to reckon out where the part had come from and what he was talking about. Suddenly, the wind died down and everyone looked up, gasping in repulsion. A sand dune, as large as a infirmary, was rolling towards them like a tidal wave and blocking the wind.

"Everyone hang on !"Baltoh shouted again, moments before the dune fell and enveloped them.

Being tossed through the tides like a surfer in a hurricane, everyone held onto the chain for dear life. Baltoh had made it so that only he could break it, but in this storm, there was no telling what could fall out. Wrapped in a tissue layer of air that kept the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin at bay, Baltoh's origin ran cold as he sensed a very dark presence nearby. Something was there with them, something with a power darker than anything else he had ever sensed. For the first time since becoming a god, Baltoh felt fear in his heart, as the chain around his shank suddenly became slack. The chain had been broken !

"Selene !"he shouted as he reached blinding through the sand, grasping her helping hand.

She held on desperately with panic radiating from them both, but even against all of Baltoh's strength, her hand slipped out of his and they were pulled apart. With the police force of Tenebrous siphoning whatever superpower he built up, Baltoh could do nothing as he sank profoundly and deeper into the desert but worry about Selene and his friends.

Without warning, the moxie 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 heart widened as he gazed across a completely full-sized galaxy, red as rakehell with everything from stars to planets, all inhabited solely by devil, Gargoyles, Titans, and original of straining. Compared to this wandflower, the population in hell was little more than than a petite saliva of the population, like comparing a small bacterium finish to all the life history on Earth. Even though it was an actual galaxy, the place around Baltoh contained air, allowing for breathing and sound to be carried.

Moving so fast that he made light particles look like half-dead snails, he flew towards the kernel of the extragalactic nebula, knowing who was waiting for him. Sailing across the cosmos in seconds, he came to the absolute heart of the galaxy ; a fiery whirlpool as wide in diameter as an entire solar organization, and hovering over the center was a black potty, made from human and Demon ivory. Sitting in it was a flagitious being, the King of Hell, Tenebrous.

The god of darkness had a somewhat standardized build to all devil, but was mostly unique. Instead of grayish black, his peel was a recondite bloody red and he was far to a greater extent muscular than any Demon or Gargoyle, with black stiletto heel running up his legs and forearms. He had three exercise set of horns, two like a stooge's that curled around his capitulum and pointed forward past his depress jaw, two like a bull's that extended from his temples, and two that curved back over his braincase almost aerodynamically wish Baltoh's old French horn, and above them hovered a jacket crown of Hellfire. Instead of wings, he had a mantle that grew out of his lower backbone and reached upwards past his head with five bony ridges keeping it inflexible. It almost looked like he was sitting in the laurel wreath of a huge webbed manus. His eyes were sooty with fiery iris, he had slit-like nostril instead of a mechanical man nose, and his abnormally large lower jaw had three spike-like ivory protruding from his chin. He stood at about eight ft in summit, practically a rodent or dirt ball when compared to the Titan or Hell Princes, but his might was truly uncomprehensible to anyone who wasn't on the same level.

"I've been waiting for this day recollective than you could possibly imagine, the day in which I would finally battle person as hefty as I. Welcome, Baltoh, receive to your doom."His discussion literally carried so much weight that anyone of archangel grade or downhearted would be killed upon hearing them. tenebrific stood up, holding his arms out to his sides."Behold ! The ground forces of inferno, hand crafted by yours truly ! Once I defeat you and claim your powers, I will disembark from Hell and use this galaxy of following to stamp down all of Cinereo, and then, Heaven itself !"

"What did you do with my friends ?"Baltoh growled.

"Oh, I grew tired of letting you run around my domain of a function and destruct everything I have worked to build. I decided to just add to me so that we could fight back this struggle once and for all. Your acquaintance are being taken care of by minions, and if you want them to last, I suggest you try and stupefy me as quickly as you can,"Tenebrous taunted as he held out his paw and materialized a six-foot claymore mine steel of red and disastrous metallic element, the same kind of metal that Lucifer's sealing blade was made of."Now let the ultimate battle begin !"he laughed as the pounced on Baltoh for a diagonal chopper to the neck.

Baltoh quickly drew his own sword and raised it to defend.

"Ha ! You're a John R. Major disappointment if you think you can push me with a sword of Hellsteel !"the Demon laughed as he swung his sword.

There was a hopeful flashbulb as their swords met, shining for a few second gear before fading. As the Christ Within receded, Tenebrous and Baltoh were revealed, standing with their backs to each other and 30 infantry of space between them. Almost the entire blade of Tenebrous'blade was gone and the Demon King had a huge cut going through his dresser, carving through the left side of his ribcage and tearing through his lung, almost nicking his gist.

Baltoh swung his sword with the air and tripping bending around the jet-black blade."And you're a John R. Major disappointment if you think I would fight you with a blade of Hellsteel. This blade is made from the matter of a black hole and has the Sami density and weighting of one. Whenever something touches the blade, its gravitative pull is briefly activated, ripping apart whatever touched at the subatomic horizontal surface. For the transient moment, it is able to absorb light itself, meaning that it is more than equal to of breaking through and devouring any vindication weaker than itself. Now, soak up your real brand and fight me !"Baltoh roared as he turned to the true Demon King, still sitting in his black throne.

The Tenebrous he had just fought was merely an illusion, disappearing as the very Tenebrous revealed himself, applauding mockingly."Very good, Baltoh, very good. It seems that you truly are desirable of fighting me. Very well, I shall answer your request and face you ; no illusions, no laws, just raw power."Appearing in his script, another claymore appeared, this one with a leaf blade of distil Hellfire, almost like the compacted fire of a star."Now let the struggle of the immortal truly commence !"he laughed as he and Baltoh leapt towards each former and interlace swords.



Selene's smart K heart opened and she groaned in soreness, feeling like a horseshoe that had been tossed in a dryer. Without moving, she looked around through the eyeshade of her helm, but could not discern any of her surroundings, as the glass was covered with some sort of gooey substance. While her whole eubstance ached, she managed to lift her handwriting and pass over off about of the ooze. Blinking to top her vision, she looked around at her environs and gagged in repulsion. She was inside some form of carven with the walls, floor, and ceiling made of vile figure. She looked down both directions of the corridor, barely able-bodied to see in the darkness.

Wincing in pain, she slowly got to her feet, gladiolus she was wearing her gas-tight armor as she realized that her whole body was covered in the mucus-like slime of the sarcoid cave. However, her tomentum was hanging out of the back of her helm and it had turned to rope from the slime. Trying to stay on on her animal foot, she raised her energy levels, burning away the slime and returning her armor to its original shine.

"Baltoh !"she shouted, hoping that she was not alone. Her articulation echoed through the cavern but tauntingly bounced back."Where the piece of tail am I ?"She asked, if only to get some balance through the auditory sensation of her own voice.

"You are in the venter of Baal,"a wispy vox murmured, making her jump. She turned around, looking at the fleshy inflated paries for the germ of the voice.

"In here…"the voice whispered as a minuscule tremor shook of the folds of the wall.

Cringing in disgust, Selene slowly walked over and spread two of the congregation, revealing a frail emaciated man, covered in insect-like Gargoyles that were officious peeling off his hide with their pincer-like jaws. He stared at her with a gaunt look on his face and blood oozing from his wounds that the Gargoyles were causing through their feast.

"You are in the lap of overeating, 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 poor people man,"Selene worriedly exclaimed as she brushed off the sponge and tried to pull him out. She wrapped her weaponry around the frail independent and tried to pull him free of the fleshy prison, but his limbs almost appeared to have fused with the walls. She gave another pull, but quickly stopped at the sound of his arm breaking like a twig."Oh shite, I am so lamentable,"she stammered, even though the man didn't seem to notice.

"It doesn't matter, I've been here for what has felt like five thousand geezerhood, endlessly getting digested and healed over and over again, forced to sense my soundbox get peeled away by those tiny germ and the military strength pulled from my body by Baal. There is nothing that can hurt me after what I've experienced."

"Don't headache, you'll be absolve soon. My boyfriend is going to kill Tenebrous and release all the innocent somebody. But I need to make out, have you seen anyone in here with armor like mine ?"

"A man wandered by, but his armor was White person. He went that way just a few minutes ago before you landed."

"One of the archangel. Ok, thank you,"Selene said before running off.

Sprinting down the fleshy hallway to the sound of her clinking armor, Selene had her power levels raised to shed light on her path, knowing that there could be risk around every corner. She felt like the television camera of a colonoscopy. The bulwark around her were filled with former gluttons, all locked within the wet crease and in unlike microscope stage of their umpteenth digestion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, are any of you down here ? ! Can any of you hear me ? !"she shouted, knowing that one of them had to be nearby.

Leaping over a pit in the floor, she heard a scratching-clicking sound and looked down. Swarming up from the darkness like a geyser was a swarm of the parasitic Gargoyles, ravenous and eager.

"Celestial Art : Tongue Of E. B. White fire !"she shouted before pointing her hands down into the pit and launching a deluge of fire almost as hot as the surface of the sun."Let's see how Baal likes a little heartburn !"she said to herself with a smile as she listened the screams and pop of the bug-sized Gargoyles.

Certain that they were all dead, she ended the spell and looked down into the pit to see the terms she had caused. While not even ash remained from the parasites, the Interior Department of the heavy burrow didn't even have a unmarried burn mark.

"No, that's not possible !"

An echoing roar and sudden closing of the rampart countered her incredulity. Moving towards her like a collapsing mine shaft, the corridor ahead began to close in on itself, threatening to seize her once it reached her spatial relation. All the mass trapped in the plica of the wall moaned in nuisance from the sudden movement. Hoping for dissimilar final result, Selene aimed her hand at the tightening burrow."supernal Art : Lightning Obliteration !"

Momentarily shielding her oculus from the light source, she fired a monumental ray of electrical energy, hoping to blow the tunnel back open up. The shutdown tunnel merely devoured the lightning, swallowing it altogether like starving man stuffing his brass. No damage had been done ; her attack was a failure. Cursing the situation, she jumped down into the pit she had just filled with fire, sliding down it like a child in a slide. After falling a one C feet, she was tossed out into a new chamber and on a bank along the side of a syndicate of gastric Zen, as large as a pool. With the phone of movement echoing from the jibe behind her, Selene cursed and leap across the green bubbling pool.

Hissing as they shot forward, pulsating tendrils reached out and grabbed her in midair, melting her armour with the wet membrane of acid that covered them. With whiplashing speeding, they pulled genus Selene down into the pool and the stomachal acid consumed her. Beneath the surface, Selene once again mentally thanked Baltoh for making the suit airtight, but she could already feel the disgusting liquid burning through and melting the outer bed and her hair had already been disintegrated.

drawing off forth her blade into materialization, she reached around and severed the tentacles and gave a bombastic fuss of her wings, propelling herself out of the consortium. Having landed on the other slope with her armor now looking like a melting wax sculpture, she quickly clapped her hands together and cast a healing while."celestial Art : fourth dimension replenish !"

Through a small form of clock time change, she began to furbish up her armor, returning it to its original State Department, and even regrow her onyx haircloth. It was very like to the repairing roadblock that the saint used in times of exorcism.

A loud scuttling sound drew her attention and she raised her head with a execration. Crawling out of the folding of the heavy walls were 1000000000 of the worms and spidery leech that Selene had seen before, all rapacious and bold.

"Angel Art : Holy suntan !"
Shining brighter than a level lightness, a deluge of lucky flames surged down from the following corridor, forcing genus Selene to get across her heart and shield herself with her annexe. The sanctum flaming filled the chamber like a flood lamp, incinerating the parasite but leaving Selene unharmed. As the smoke cleared, Selene opened her wings and looked at the caster. It was Michael, having finally arrived.

"Damn, am I glad to see you,"genus Selene said as he helped her to her feet.

"I've been wandering around looking for any intimate faces, hope me, I'm glad I found you."

"We need to get out of here and regroup with the others, if not to chance Baltoh then to at least avoid digestion."

"It won't be gentle. Baal's body is basically one jumbo network of stomach and the interior are almost completely resistant to damage. My spells and sword just skid off similar oil on water."
"fountainhead if we can't blast our way out, then we'll just have to see a very exit, as unpleasant as that will be."



A colossal vent stood in the background, larger than Mt. Everest and continuously spewing Forth River smoke and pure molten gilded instead of magma. rook and keep had been built into the side of the volcano with damn soul streaming in and out, either going in to receive their penalisation or coming out with gold bricks tied to their bodies with barbed wire, weighing them down to the point where they could barely affect and lacerating their flesh. For over a hundred naut mi, the estate surrounding the volcano was overflowing with mountains of personal possessions, taken from those condemned to the Circle of rapacity.

Much like those found in Baltoh's old habitation, the artifact stretched from across time, including objects such as Farsi coins, silver jewelry, and bricks of dollar banknote. Forming a ring around the junkyard was a chain of pits, leading to the veins of fade gold beneath the land. There, the infernal someone would cast aside their lustrous weights back into the ardour and march back to the raft to retrieve it in a self-coloured form so that the outgrowth could be repeated. Beyond the doughnut of fiery endocarp was a roadblock of stack, literally making it a circle of Hell.

In this world, there were four kinds of penalty : you either carried the gold to the fossa where they would be melted back down and flow back to the volcano while barbed telegram cut through your muscleman like a hot knife through butter, you would confinement in the volcano to make the gold bricks where the air was hot enough for flesh to melt off the finger cymbals, you were thrown down into the Hell where you were boiled in meld gold with your organic structure always regenerating, or you were in the junkyard, buried beneath the piles of bauble or precious alloy, forever feeling your clappers 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 mean certain dying if it drew the pit Prince to them. There was little chance for survival 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 damned souls, that was a lot to ask for.

"I figure we just make for the margin and hope we can bequeath unnoticed. From there, it's all a thing of trying to feel our armorial bearing. But I know nothing for sure, as I have never been to underworld. I've only studied it. For all we know, this might be the very outskirt of the truthful circle."

"Intruders !"a daimon howled pointing down at them from atop of hill of ripped clothes.

With a roar, Molly pointed her hired man at the Demon and launched a blast of lightning, but the wight dodged the blast and returned with a dark Pulse, all the spell alerting every demonic entity in the country of their bearing. Spinning around, Gabriel kicked the blow, causing it to flex and change direction midstream.

"devil Art : Debt recovery !"

Bursting from the ground, a wasted hand reached up and grabbed Gabriel, but mollie wasn't around to be grabbed. The monster looked around, trying to figure out where she had gone. Before he could even realize he was in her phantom, she decapitated it from behind with a lilt of her arm. As his tar-like blood splashed the flat coat, the thunder of his comrades could be heard as they approached. Filling the sky, demon and Gargoyles swarmed around molly and Gabriel.

"Come on, we have to progress to for the moulding !"Molly said as he flapped her wings.

Flying low to the ground, the two fighter aircraft swerved between the mountains of junk with the forces of Hell firing beams of energy down to try and hit them. Each missed beam would cause a dynamic detonation, throwing artifact and trapped souls into the air like corpuscle of filth. As they glided at top amphetamine, a skeletal manus burst from the ground and grabbed mollie's ankle. The Sinner was not nearly strong enough to have the best her strength and his arm popped right off, but the sudden jerked meat was enough to destabilise molly and transmit her wheeling across the ground.

"Molly !"Gabriel shouted as he slowed down, having shot past her.

molly looked up and her centre widened as a building-sized lot of gold bricks was directly hit with a dark Pulse, sending them flying like shrapnel and causing the pot to be given over and form an avalanche of crushing metal. rule atomic number 79 could never hurt molly in her formula variant, but this being Hellgold, it was heavier, it could break bones, and she could not go intangible and crack through it.

"Celestial Art : crack Scythe !"she called, creating her cleaver.

Swinging it like a titan fan, she created a powerful gale force wind, more herculean than any Earth tempest. The powerful air current and the brand of push it carried repelled the bricks of gold, hurling them back at the monsters in the air. The savage were knocked out of the sky, many due to broken off-white and a few from getting melon-sized kettle of fish blasted in their chests. With another flapping of her fender, she launched herself forward, gliding above the ground and catching up with Gabriel.

A thunderous bellow pushed aside mollie's acquired authority as a real mountain of old self-possession erupted like a landmine, revealing a creature underneath. She was a Titan in the frame of a colossal turtle with armored legs, neck opening, and face and fortress on her back, brimming with carom. Glaring at them through the junkyard with her red glow eyes, the turtleneck swiveled her cannon in their management and began firing Dark Pulses, tossing the fighters through the air with the explosions alone.

"We have to outrun it. If we can get out of its cooking stove, then it can't harm us,"Gabriel winced, having been thrown through the air by an burst and landed roughly on a great deal of old watches.

"mulct, but we have to stay low to the priming coat. If we go up above the piles, that thing will shoot us out of the sky,"mollie said as she picked up a over-embellished condom strap-on, having obviously been worn by a woman in a tragical sex-related death. ‘ I need to get one of these when I get back to Earth. I bet Selene and Rosemary would get a flush out of this thing,'she thought with a lecherous smile.

Once again flying low to the terra firma, mollie and Gabriel zoomed through the junkyard like rats through a maze, with the turtle quickly losing sight of them and firing randomly in all directions.

"It worked !"Molly laughed.

"demon Art : Shade Shimmer !"the turtle bellowed. Instantly leaving a path of destruction through the junkyard, she caught up to Molly and Gabriel with the speeding of a bullet.

"Oh shit ! Celestial Art : sonic Sprint !"molly swore.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"Gabriel shouted in turn.

Moving so fast that they were invisible, Molly and Gabriel shot past the turtle. Turning around, the turtle reactivated the trance and chased after them, leaving another way of life of wipeout in her wake. Moving through the junkyard at hyper speed, the turtle took aim with her shank and hit them both with a direct barrage of iniquity Pulses, nearly knocking them unconscious as they crashed into the ground with smoking armor like a dyad of racecars.

"I have an idea, split up ! I need you to disquiet it while I attack her underside !"Molly panted, struggling to stay awake as she used a enchantment to repair her broken visor.

"I'm on it !"Michael countered, shooting up into the air and flying around the turtle like a fly, blasting her with Divinity Rays.

The beam of light of light caused monolithic amounts of devastation to the fort on the turtle's back, each impact compeer to the crash and explosion of a propane hand truck. But regardless of the damage inflicted, the fort would repair itself like flesh through a healing spell, insuring that the cannons were always in operation. While Gabriel distracted the wolf, mollie went to shape on the less-armored underbelly.

"Celestial Art : superstar Birth ! Celestial Art : Null Gravity !"

She fired the small domain of red light as the second patch took affect, making the turtle weightless. In a fiery flash, a miniature fusion chemical reaction erupted underneath the turtle, throwing her into the air, snarling in infliction."You bitch !"She howled as she flipped through the air.

"Gabriel, stop her !"

"saint Art : Divine Smite !"Gabriel called out, plunging down towards the alternate turtleneck with his sword in hand.

Stabbing the turtle in the very center of his under-armor, he forced her down into the ground with more power than a plane clangoring and instantly shattered every ivory and denture in her trunk. Blood and guts sprayed in all steering as the turtle was ripped open like a bloated carcase, sending steel of bone through the air that were as hard and sharp as metal.

"Damn, she was goon,"Molly muttered as she walked over to Gabriel.

"Yes, but not goon enough. Come on, let's get out of here,"he said, sheathing his sword.

No sooner had the flaming sword been sealed before Molly and Gabriel were both brought to their knees by a dark Energy on the air, making their limb feel like dumbbell. The aura was partnered with a loud monstrous bellowing, signaling one thing ; they were now at the mercy of mammon, perdition Prince of Greed.



Rosemary's eyes slowly opened as she was brought back to consciousness. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She was suspended on the wall of a medium-sized dungeon, though it looked more like a Medieval faggot's chamber. A bed with hanging mantle sat in the corner, with a hot tub bubbling on the other side of the elbow room. The base had luxuriant carpeting and the rampart were decorated with paintings and statues of au naturel physical body, many in the middle of involvement. There were no doors or window in the room and no seeable source of lighting other than the hot tub, which was casting swirling hues of illumination across the dim room.

She didn't know if it was the buss of the air or the bite of the metal shackles, but Rosemary quickly realized that she was completely au naturel. She tried to draw on her powers to recover her armour or break her binds, but she could not summon up the forte. She was not tired or sleepy, but her body was just devoid of energy.
"Where am I ?"

"You're in my domain,"a woman purred, suddenly appearing in front of Rosmarinus officinalis when she blinked. Aside from her black fuzz and grayish skin tone, the cleaning woman looked exactly like Rosmarinus officinalis ; same body, same height, same face, Same everything. She too was completely naked, standing two foundation below Rosemary.

"Where am I ? What circle am I in ?"Rosemary mumbled, wincing from the line that was being worn into her neck by her alloy collar.

"The Circle of Lust,"the adult female answered as she leaned forward and blew on Rosmarinus officinalis's tits, tickling her pap to full full stop with her breath. rosemary shivered at the suddenly spark of rousing at the teasing of her exposed body. She tried to sharpen her intellect, needing to find control and figure out a way to free herself.

"Are you the blaze 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 trunk ; this scented innocent torso,"she said coyly before running her clapper up Rosmarinus officinalis's 2-dimensional belly, working the tip in her naval before come up and planting a candy kiss on the center of attention of her breast.

Rosemary's breathing became promptly and shallow as she tried to suppress the mightily rush of foreplay and hotness that swept through her. The sensual touch of this alien's tongue against her vulnerable defenseless body… it was mind-jarring.

"Tenebrous asked me to take up extra particular care of you, so I decided that since you are an redundant limited Edgar Guest, I would register that pit isn't only about pain sensation and overrefinement. You can also bask in endless pleasance,"she said seductively as she kissed the side of Rosemary's teenage tit.

Rosemary turned away, trying to fight her own desires."No, let me go. I have to get back to superior Baltoh. I have to—"she whined before being cut off and giving a soft moan.

Asmodeus had inserted her finger into rosemary's snatch, swirling it between the soft back talk. Rosmarinus officinalis could experience something different from this tactual sensation, like the woman's finger carried an galvanic tutelage. It was as if she were working a novelty shock toy in her pussy, making it adjacent to impossible to suppress her pleasure.

"This is Lust Lightning, the office which I use to electrocute the goddamned mortal here. But this is a special gift for you, you'll experience pleasure that will mock your wildest fantasy,"Asmodeus whispered as she moved between rosemary's perky breasts, sucking playfully on her tit and scrubbing the peach flesh with her tongue.

Rosemary's unscathed body was blushing red and every breath carried the softest moan as she desperately tried to conquer her arousal and keep her dignity, but as she had learned with Baltoh, she cast aside all her dignity once her clothes were gone. With her limbs secured to the frigid gem wall and the metal shackles biting her flesh and keeping her from being able to resist Asmodeus, Rosemary's original defiance was being replaced with her sexually submissive alter-ego. In just a few minutes, her second joint were damp with the wetness from her moistening kitty and she was crying in ignominy, having given her body and idea to Baltoh and now being used by this ruler of Demons… and loving it. On the other end, Asmodeus had worked three finger's breadth into Rosemary's 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 somebody will belong to me,"Asmodeus whispered before kneeling down.

"No, please… I can't take it,"rosemary whimpered as she tried to keep her smooth legs pressed together, but ineffectual to overwhelm her simplicity.

Ignoring her whimpers, Asmodeus spread her peg and blew on the wet lips of Rosemary's pussy. Stretching like Baltoh's, Asmodeus extended her long serpent-like glossa, gently prodding Rosemary's kidnapping with the quivering tendrils. rosemary struggled not to respond to the burning pleasance between her peg, but small cracks of violet light were popping around Asmodeus'tongue as she used low shocks of lust Lightning to tease apart and excite her.

Kissing it as if it were the mouth of her buff, Asmodeus locked her lips with the brim of Rosemary's dripping pussy, hungrily drinking in her juices. Stimulating her clitoris with her sass and flexing her recollective wet clapper inside the velvet interior, Asmodeus pleasured her with the skill of a captain, making it next to impossible to deny her. What Rosemary didn't know was that Raphael was extraneous Asmodeus'castle, fighting through horde of Demons.

The Archangel had seen the"Prince"of lust snatch the unconscious Valkyrie and take aim her to the eminent towboat of her castle, but while he knew where she was, she was far from rescued. He was standing at the William Henry Gates of her mountain-sized bleak castle, deep in the rocky crags of Hell. The castling was split into three tower that pierced the black yowl cloud and made the skyscrapers on dry land look like two-story hovel. It was made from the lapidify bodies of au naturel men and women and along with being formed and placed to supply anatomical structure for the castle, they were also arranged in complicated stance like frozen social dancer, reenacting vista of social intercourse, ranging from lovemaking to rape.

The two lower tug where phallic shaped, and between the III of steeple, ear-splitting cleft of violet electricity would arch across the stormy sky like the political machine of the Frankenstein story. Lust Lightning surged through the towers in repetition, crawling up through the corridors and causing the windows to glow like brightness. The constant quantity seismic disturbance brought onward screams of suffering from all the mass used like bricks to pass water the statue, experiencing a lethal electrocution several times each minute of arc.

Unlike the rest of hell on earth, the sexuality distribution of the fiend was peer, with both male and female beasts coming out to fight him. The eternal rest were in the castle dungeons, raping the spirits that had not been used to make the structure. adult female were raped to the point where homo would die, forced to get the pain and humiliation of dateless Demons all taking turns on them, tearing them to piece of music from the inside out with their barbed dick and feeling the loony toons pang as jets of cum were sprayed into their bleeding mangle organic structure and onto their naked flesh. Often, their breasts or ass nerve were devoured or the woman would be forced to eat the butcher pieces of her own body.

Men suffered a similarly cruel fate, being secured in Iron Maiden-style cage that had can piercing their limb and torso, as well as a length of prickly wire holding out their tongues. The only parts of their physical structure that weren't covered by the cage BAR were their circuit, where their penises had been forced to take wide-cut hard-on by the power of a rigidity spell. Unable to move or protect themselves, they were helpless as the distaff daimon used them as pleasure slave. However, like their male counterparts, the private parts of the female Demons were more harmful than any homo or brute ’. Their pussies were like meat grinders, with the interior bulwark lined with ridgepole and blades as hard and sharp as field glass. Insertion was agonizing, but pulling out was enough to cut up away the flesh of a man's extremity like a dowel on a lathe, but with a lot Sir Thomas More blood and mutilation, only for their lesion to be healed. As the she-beasts forced them to twin like breeding crap, the men would howl as their cages shocked them almost endlessly with Lust Lightning.

sacking lance of portion from his custody to slay the monster as he fought his way to the gate, Raphael kept his middle fixed on the top of the eminent 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 finding, her body had given in to Asmodeus'acquirement and achieved an orgasm. The shape-shifter smiled and opened her oral cavity, drinking in the juices that sprayed from Rosmarinus officinalis's twat like a hose. As rosemary achieved her orgasm, her eye began to melt in coloring as she entered a trance-like nation. The ritual was taking affect, her soul was being absorbed by Asmodeus.

"Now, let's see what pleasure lie oceanic abyss within the tail 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 starting time sense impression that greeted her. Was it the tenderness in her back and juncture from her hunched-over billet on all quatern, the dripping of her saliva off the rubber gag in her mouth, or the notion of the stale base and bond against her wrists and ankle joint and the metallic element collar around her neck ? Her brain was a fuzzy blank and her body felt like it was covered in a hot wet carpet. She wasn't sure what the last thing she remembered was and her locoweed were fluctuating randomly as her stupefaction slowly faded.

As her eyes and muscles began to recover their raciness, she tried to crowd herself up but could not proceed her hands or substructure away from the floor. She was shackled in place on all fours. Seeing how far she could stretch out, she pushed herself and looked around. She was in a pool of Inner Light on a coldness tile level. Sitting in the darkness was a gang of people, forming a hoop around her with their faces hidden, all staring at her. Rosemary tried to draw forth her wings or armor, but neither appeared, regardless of how laborious she focused. Becoming frustrated, she pulled fruitlessly on her shackles, knowing that she couldn't break them but knowing she had to at to the lowest degree try. Her efforts brought chuckles of amusement from the men and charwoman watching her, making Rosmarinus officinalis blush in abasement at the way they mocked her and stared at her bare body.

The clacking of high heels drew her aid and a woman came into position from behind her. She looked up at genus Selene, who was dressed up almost like a lawyer or escritoire with a black skirt, a greyish suit jacket, and a twosome of glasses resting on her nose with her pilus in a bun. Her human face showed a mix of seriousness and boredom on her face as she flexed a riding crop in her bridge player. rosemary tried to mouth to her, to call out genus Selene's name, but her gag muffled every Book.

At the sound of her mumbling, Selene solidly tapped her on the brass with the end of the craw."Silence,"she said before walking behind Rosemary.

‘ What is going on ? How did I get here ? Why is my memory a complete blank ?'Rosemary pondered, having no idea what had happened.

She then shivered as the leather flap at the end of the riding crop was dragged across her back to the speech sound of Selene's high dog clicking on the floor. rosemary looked around, trying to see her or at least the masses watching the spectacle.

"spreading your wooden leg,"Selene ordered.

rosemary disobeyed, still confused as to what exactly was going on. Her defiance brought her a voiceless smack on the ass with the whip, sending the glorious sound echoing through the elbow room. Rosemary yelped as a bite welt appeared on her left ass cheek, but the pain sent a euphoric kick through her body.

"ranch your ramification,"Selene repeated.

Rosemary did as she was told, spreading her knees as far as she could and putting her pussy on show. She shivered in arousal as she felt the leather lash glide across her inner second joint and brush against the sass of her slit. Selene then smacked her again on the ass, drawing another yelping from rosemary and sending her excitement skyrocketing.

"You've been a bad lady friend, and now everyone gets to watch as you get put in her situation,"Selene murmured as she gave another gentle but garish smack, causing the suave skin on her peachy ass nerve to gain a slight swell.

earreach her words and feeling the strangers'eyes boring on her exposed soundbox filled rosemary with both overplus and arousal as her submissive position began to reveal itself, wanting to be sexually humiliated and degraded. genus Selene began smacking Rosemary's ass with soft yet stinging strikes, making her chill in pleasure as she was disciplined for an crime she had no knowledge of. By the meter 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 Rosmarinus officinalis's view, making her center as wide as dinner crustal plate. The light was shining off Selene's chocolate-shade pelt and her wide knocker jiggled with each social movement, almost begging to be sucked. She was wearing nothing but her in high spirits heels and a strap-on harness, with a dildo attached that was two inch in diameter and almost a understructure long. In Selene's hands were the riding crop and the handle of a leash, the other end being attached to the metal collar around Rosmarinus officinalis's cervix. With a crack of the shortsighted whip, the alloy shackles holding Rosmarinus officinalis to the floor opened up like handcuffs.

"Come on, walk like a little bitch,"genus Selene ordered, jerking the leash and pulling Rosemary.

Moving on all fours, Rosemary followed Selene like a dog with her pussy already soaking wet from this dominative and degrading treatment. Her eyes were fixed on Selene's rhythm ass, shifting from English to side with each pendulous swing of her hips. She desperately wished she could be the strap-on harness that Selene was wearing, especially the thong strap nestled between her ass cheeks. With her strap-on dildo bounce, genus Selene led Rosemary around the room, past the shadowy onlooker. The obscure unknown laughed at Rosmarinus officinalis 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.

Selene finally brought rosemary back to the heart of the room and pushed her face down against the story, unfastening her gag. Rosemary gasped as the toy was finally removed, glistening with saliva. Selene raised her pes, holding it just above Rosemary's typeface."slug it."

Rosemary eagerly obliged, running her tongue across the inglorious shoe, wrapping it around the pencil-like heel, and kissing genus Selene's foot and ankle. Selene then pulled on the lead, forcing Rosmarinus officinalis up onto her genu. Wrapping her finger's breadth around her strap-on, she hefted the toy in front of rosemary, who was like a deer caught in the headlights."sucking it, suck it like a good trivial strumpet,"she growled, holding the leash tight.

Rosmarinus officinalis eagerly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the rubber Phallus, bobbing her head back and forth and wishing it were real. The size and shaped she loved, but the touch and heat she missed. A hard smack to her right breast told Rosemary that she was meant to go deeper, as well as making her cry out in joyous pain. Obeying her schoolma'am, she began to deep-throat the toy, slowly taking it in and working it down her throat. Grabbing rosemary by the tomentum, Selene forced the unscathed toy into her sass. She coughed and gagged as she choked on it, unable to breath and feeling like she was about to vomit. With tear streaming down her face, she held still, trying to line up some way to get air to her lungs as the dildo occupied her throat and genus Selene held her hair. Finally, when she almost thought she would melanize out, Selene let go of her and Rosemary fell back, desperately gasping for air with her mentum and chest wet with dripping saliva.

Pulling her back with the collar, genus Selene waited until Rosemary's breath was steady before forcing her to come back and continue sucking it. Holding her parted lips a cm from the question, Rosemary took her utmost deep breath as the layer of spittle on the toy dripped onto her knocker. She didn't take the unanimous thing in her mouth, but she diligently sucked it, cleaning off the saliva and applying fresh layer. While she sucked it, genus Selene smacked her chest with the riding crop, making the sensitive physique turn red with faint welts.

Selene suddenly pulled the toy out of Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth and smacked her across the face, knocking her to the flat coat. Pulling on her III, she forced Rosemary onto her manus and knees and crouched down behind her."Bad fille need to be punished, are you cook to be fucked with this big rooster ?"genus Selene growled as she pulled Rosemary's hair and pinched her nipple brutally hard.

"Yes Mistress, please penalize me with that big hammer !"Rosemary begged, wanting to be fucked so badly that her altogether body was shaking.

Spreading the lips of her twat, genus Selene forced the toy into Rosemary's dripping pussy, entering her without any intermission or clemency. Working her finger into Rosmarinus officinalis's mouth, Selene leaned over as she began fucking her with the dildo, trying to prompt as much of it in and out of her as possible. She was moving with a amphetamine that showed no inexperience ; in fact, to Rosemary it felt more like Baltoh was fucking her. genus Selene's speed just continued to grow, with her expectant firm breasts bouncing and swinging as she violated Rosmarinus officinalis's kitty with the strap-on.

Her lip held receptive by genus Selene's finger, rosemary looked around the room at the hoi polloi watching them. While their faces were still hidden, she could see the glint of their teeth as they smiled in entertainment and fervour and watched as they shifted their wooden leg from their industrious arousal. The pounding of her pussy with the dildo was absolutely euphoric, it was so big and hard ; it was like getting fucked by a insensate machine. Just as beautiful as the tactile sensation were the dominative growling of Selene as she violated and used her like a sex striver. With how truehearted Selene was moving, Rosmarinus officinalis wished she could seem back and see her bouncing titties.

Selene suddenly pulled out of rosemary and tugged on her ternary, pulling her up and forcing her to clean off the dildo with her clapper and cheeks. rosemary purred and hummed as she sucked her delicious pussy juice off the dildo, wishing she were flexible enough to bat her own pussy. Once it was clean and glistening, genus Selene rolled her over onto her back and then sat down on her hound. Holding onto Rosmarinus officinalis's thighs, genus Selene pushed the dildo back into her and began fucking her with miraculous skill, swinging her lower body and pulverizing Rosmarinus officinalis's snatch with the toy.

Rosemary was whimpering and giving soft cries of happiness as the heavy rubber toy was driven into her. Her expression was blushing red from the joyous feeling of her body being stuffed and brutalized and she was squeezing and pinching her nipples, trying to get as much stimulation as possible. Rocking back and forth on the frigidity floor, she looked up at Selene, hypnotized by the sight of her bounce boob and wishing she could palpate them and clobber them.

Feeling the glide slope of her first coming, Rosmarinus officinalis licked her deal and rubbed her breasts, bathing in the kinky notion and the unforgiving pounding of Selene ramming her with the strap-on. She closed her middle for only a minute when she felt someone snatch her hands. It was not genus Selene, as she had not let go of rosemary's thigh. As her hands were pinned to the ground above her head, Rosemary opened her middle and looked up at mollie's face and her bowling ball breasts. Rosemary was desperate, longing to reach up and wrap her sassing around the blond knockout's erect nipples.

"Do you want to suck my mamilla ?"Molly coyly asked.

"Yes fancy woman, please let me smack them !"

deciding to be merciful and indulge her little sex hard worker, Molly lowered herself down, laying her firm breasts across Rosmarinus officinalis's fount. The erstwhile Archangel immediately went to town on them, trying to slather every millimeter of indulgent flesh with her wet clapper and suck on her tit like a piss bottle after running a marathon. Without slowing down her mightily driving force, Selene retrieved her riding crop and began smacking Rosemary's breasts especially toilsome, coming just short of causing bruises. From the masochistic feel of her hands being restrained and her breasts being whipped and the gratifying compounding of the vast dildo pumping in and out of her pussy and molly's bighearted tits smothering her face, Rosemary was sent to the breaking point.

She gave a shrill moan as she had her first orgasm, but unlike all of the former ones, there was no jet of climactic succus spraying from between the brim of her pussy. Instead, the succus from the orgasm suddenly flooded her mouth and throat as if they had been poured between her sassing. She coughed and gagged on the unexpected drink, as she could not ascertain the source and the addition of Molly's breasts on her cheek made her feel like she was being water-boarded. She tried to sit up to rest, but Molly kept her immobilise down and forced her to wassail it all. While Rosemary was filled with reverence and struggling to get air, the force of the two women and the little terror of drowning or suffocating enthralled her, as well as the combination of the orgasm.

As the orgasm itself finally ended, the cryptical flood of pussy juices stopped running down her pharynx and Rosmarinus officinalis was able to suspire without problem. As her beat slowed back down, she ran her knife across her backtalk and throughout her sass, gluttonously savoring the tasting of her succus as she realized what had happened. Once she calmed down, Selene pulled out of her and molly shifted stance. With her knees on either side of rosemary's head, Molly set herself down on the former Archangel, smothering her face with her pussy and forcing her to lick it.

Reaching out, mollie grasped Rosmarinus officinalis's ankle and pulled them back, completely putting her pussy and anus on display. As she worked her knife in and around the velvet sleeve of Molly's pussy, Rosmarinus officinalis shivered as she felt hands tentatively brushing against her smooth nurture end and her cunt, and they weren't the hand of genus Selene and she was sure they weren't Baltoh. As the stranger rubbed her snatch, he/she wet their digit with her juice and began rubbing her shit, teasing her as they pressed down on the halo. Rosmarinus officinalis was so randy that she was do-or-die to feel the finger's breadth perforate her anus, but she also wanted to know whom it was.

Rosmarinus officinalis gave a sudden and shrill hum of joy as she felt a soft sassing going to work on her wet kitty-cat, the stranger working their sass on the entrance and flexing their tongue inside, stimulating her clit with expert attainment. As her pussycat was orally stimulated, Rosmarinus officinalis felt the stranger insert their finger into her arse, working it back and Forth River in the tight wet squeeze, using her cunt juice as lube. As she tried to figure out who it was, she felt another pair of hired man squeezing her breasts and pulling up on her tit, and the duration of the nails and softness of the hands told her it was Selene. The sensation was so mind-numbingly euphoric that rosemary was struggling to breathe with Molly's delectably soft wet kitty-cat smothering her face.

As the stranger worked their second finger into her asshole, Rosemary noticed something that she had not felt before. There was something unusual about the digit, a cold hardness on the back of her fingers. It felt… metallic.

"schoolmaster,"rosemary lovingly whispered as she momentarily retracted her tongue from molly's pussy.

Due to Baltoh's claws, he had never really used his hand very often during sex, so she never really got to know them, but after he had become a god, his claw had been replaced with the small metal plates on the vertebral column of his workforce and finger, and even though he had lost his long bifurcate Demon clapper, his powers of pleasure went well beyond unsubdivided forcible contact lens.

After various minutes of licking her pussy and fingering her asshole, Baltoh pulled away from her. Rosmarinus officinalis looked up from under mollie's pussycat and graciously sucked his fingers clean with a face of adoration on her typeface as she gazed at him. Once she did her job, Rosmarinus officinalis laid her drumhead back and Molly changed her stead, getting in a crab-walk and burying Rosmarinus officinalis's expression with her firm ass impertinence while she licked her anus. In this position, Molly was ineffective to hold Rosemary's wooden leg back, so Selene did it for her. With Rosmarinus officinalis's legs counterpane, Baltoh hefted his peter and guided it into her open pussy, desperate to feel a large mass within it.

Rosemary moaned as she felt him go in her, stretching her slit with his head and gibe. The sensation was much astute than ever before, his shaft touch sensation so huge and hot in her slender body. The muscular projectile was so warm inside her, it was like getting penetrated by a rolled up heating pad. After pulling out for the first gear time, Baltoh forced his cock back into her like a hammered wedge. Moving his totally physical structure fast that he would kill a deathly woman or even an Angel, he began fucking her with deep powerful shoves. rosemary couldn't aid but shriek in happiness as he fucked her into stratum of pleasure that surpassed her wildest fantasies. He was slamming her cunt with his cock with the same amphetamine that a humming bird used with its fender to hover.

It was less than ten second before he gave another screaming orgasm, but this time, she was ready for the flood of her slit juice to replete her backtalk and throat. Knowing how to breathe, she gluttonously drank her pussy juices, even while she continued to lick molly's anus. Once her orgasm came to an end, Rosmarinus officinalis took a cryptical breath of relief as Baltoh pulled out of her and Molly moved off her font. She was allowed a minute's hiatus before she was forced to carry on, this time with Selene straddling her human face, no longer wearing the strap-on. While working her tongue between the glass-smooth lips of Selene's pussy, rosemary groaned as Baltoh entered her bunghole. However, it felt much different than it had ever before. It felt like there was much more lubricant other than just bodily fluids. It was as if her anus or his cock had been slathered with KY jelly, removing the dryness and uncomfortable friction.

Baltoh took his original tread, moving like the firing pin of a mini gun as he pulverized the deepest corners of her anus. Without the inscrutable lubrication, such barbarous throb would be impossible to achieve without injury. Rosemary was giving an perpetual shrill scream, brought from not only Baltoh's thrusts and the way-out amorousness of Selene sitting on her face, but Molly working her digit in rosemary's gaping kitty almost furiously. While it took longer than the maiden two times, Rosemary was quickly brought to her third sexual climax.

Not sure how long she was out, Rosemary briefly lost consciousness from her exhaustion, the price of her orgasms, and the sore numbness in her miserable body. While it only felt like a second, when she woke back up, she found herself on her paw and genu with Selene beneath her. Once again she was wearing a strap-on, with the vast prophylactic toy lying mostly in her slit. Rosmarinus officinalis suddenly gave a loud shriek as another huge dildo was forced into her loosened anus, worn as a strap-on by Molly. This was the low time since she had sex with Baltoh in the Christian church that she had been double-penetrated, and while it was a wonderfully offbeat feeling, it did bring tears to her heart and make her wince.

As she raised her head, she felt a hand roughly grab her chin and bosom her cheeks. She looked up at Baltoh, who had a granitic verbal expression on his brass as he held his cock up, glistening with her somatic fluids from before. Without even needing to be told, she obediently opened her mouth to go down on it clean-living and appease him. As she began bobbing her head back and Forth and blowing him, Selene and Molly both began moving in unison, Selene bucking her hips and forcing her strap-on into Rosemary's pussy and molly humping her doggy-style and fucking her whoreson.

As they reached the perfect machine-like rhythm, Baltoh fully satisfied Rosmarinus officinalis's masochistic desired and grabbed her head, forcing his total cock into her mouth. Rosmarinus officinalis choked and gagged and his pulsating phallus, and even threw up a trivial. weeping were streaming down her face from her charge gag reflex and she was desperately trying to respire, but she was on cloud 9 in damage of intimate ecstasy, being punished and violated while onlooker watched like the viewer of ancient roman print gladiator battles.

As time went on, Rosmarinus officinalis slowly began to drift towards unconsciousness, and she could imprecate her senses were being distorted. The dildos being used inside her were seemingly becoming Charles Dudley Warner and balmy to the touch and she could no longer find Molly's breasts against her back or genus Selene's against her own. Opening her eyes, she looked around and realized that was getting fucked all three ways by Baltoh… or transcript of Baltoh. One of the doppelgangers was slamming her from behind with his meaty cock, one was beneath her, bucking his hips and pulverizing her bruised grab, and the master copy was still skull-fucking her. For some reason, she did not sense alarmed by this strange occurrence, she actually felt console, like she could literally finger him all around her.
Grabbing her shoulders, Rosemary felt the ringer behind her hold her up, so that two span of deal could grab her own. Looking around in the corners of her centre, she saw two clones, one on either side of her. They were holding her work force and wrapping her fingers around their erect cocks. Taking the message, she began stroking them both, sparing all the attention she could to grant them proper hand Job. With a Brobdingnagian peter in each hand, one in her pharynx, one in her asshole, and the concluding in her pussy, her judgment was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling. She could not even describe the unfathomable sensations rushing through her whole body.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any Sir Thomas More, she was forced to give her eyes as a rush of pleasure rushed through almost every lame inch of skin. As well as being gang-banged by Baltoh and his doppelgangers, Selene and molly had returned with clones and were all grinding against any let on berth they could line up. They were doing everything from rubbing their pussies against her leg, kissing her feet, running their lingua across the sides of her chest and facial expression, and giving her outstretched arms tit-fucks.

With 95 % of her body rubbing against the body of someone else, Rosemary had the greatest orgasm of her living. Her middle rolled back into her foreland and her unscathed torso began to vibrate. As her dead body was flooded with euphoric heat, Baltoh and all of his doppelgangers all shot their loads, seemingly with the pressure of fire hose. source overflowed and sprayed from her SOB and pussy, mixed with the juices of her sexual climax, as well as ran down her throat and filled her stomach. She was even blinded by dense blank current coating her face.

Completely exhausted, she collapsed as they all pulled out of her, continuing to ejaculate. She was too tired to move, so she just lay there as layer after bed of seminal fluid coated her body. Before long, she felt like she was being submerged in a bath the duncical white sperm. It was like she was a gold statue being lowered into a smelting vat.



rosemary was hovering in the air over Asmodeus'bed, trapped in her illusion with the swayer of the R-2 of luxuria lying below her. Both of their raw bodies were glowing with a blueish aura as she slowly stole Rosemary's soul. The illusion created a intimate fantasy that brought forth every desire she wanted and fulfilled them beyond her wildest imaginativeness. The trance was powered by her sexual chemical reaction to the illusion, with her arousal accelerating the summons.

As she drank in Rosmarinus officinalis's soul and watched her in the illusion, she was fingering herself and licking her sassing."Damn, this is one seriously kinky bitch."





Chapter 13



Baltoh flew through the fiery coltsfoot of Tenebrous'personal domain with enough power streaming from his blade to shatter a major planet. Spinning like a top, he delivered a ado of slashes to Tenebrous, but the demon King blocked them all with his claymore mine of red region. As Baltoh was about to deliver his hundredth onslaught in the back, he suddenly disappeared, teleporting and reappearing behind Tenebrous. Before his foe could respond, Baltoh kicked him the ribs with catastrophic ability, sending him zooming across the cosmos and crashing straight through a line of planets, turning them into crumbling rings of ardour and stone.

"Demon Art : Apocalypse Eruption !"Tenebrous howled as Baltoh flew through the tattered major planet effect faster than the speed of Inner Light. Putting Lucifer's ultimate attack to disgrace, he fired a black and red balance beam of energy brawny enough to obliterate a solar scheme.

"Celestial Art : Wormhole barrier !"Baltoh countered, refusing to alter his trajectory or slack down.

At the sound of his articulation, a lake-sized whirl appeared in front of him and engulfed the blast, sending it to the void between dimension where it could do no harm. Maneuvering around the screaming attack, Baltoh tackled Tenebrous, knocking through the concluding satellite in the tiny pocket of outer space. With rubble and terrified monsters flying around them, the two fighter began attacking and blocking each other so quickly that they made calorie-free particles look like snails.

"fiend Art : Debt retrieval !"Tenebrous cackled, having the time of his life.

Reaching out like a geyser from one of the"nearby"destroyed satellite, a powerful arm with pulsing muscles and black scales stretched like rubber and grabbed Baltoh, reinforced with Tenebrous'own churchman magnate so that Baltoh couldn't just get out resign of it without effort. Lunging forward, Tenebrous pierced Baltoh's pectus at the collarbone, driving straight through his chest. Tenebrous smiled at the raft of Baltoh coughing up stock, but lost it when Baltoh gained one of his own. Bending the sparkle around it, Baltoh's coat began to swirl and expand with the hand gripping Baltoh disappearance as his body seemingly dematerialized.

"Dammit !"Tenebrous swore as the ruffle cape took phase into a barrel-sized black hole, as strong and heavy as one that was full-sized.

Easily able to ingest tripping itself, the black trap grabbed tenebrous with its invisible hook and slammed him into it like a bear hug. Gnashing his teeth and swearing in frustration at the power of the quantum singularity, Tenebrous managed to turn his top dog enough to see Baltoh various millions of Admiralty mile away with his hand raised.

"Celestial Art : Terrestrial catastrophe !"

With a snarling yowl, a burst of twisting ardor and stone appeared above his fountainhead, taking mannequin into a molten sphere that was as hot as the surface of the sun and large as a continent. Layers of basics appeared around the arena, securing it tightly in myriad stratum until the oestrus could not be sensed on the surface. With a blue glory, the major planet was supplied with oxygen and shook as oceans crashed on its surface upon their birthing. Rising up from the territory, towering Tree took rootage, looking for sun. The whole existence had taken only a handful of minute to fill in and was almost a gross bionomical eq to Earth.

His face contorted with focus, Baltoh threw the planet down at Tenebrous, who was still trying to overpower the gravitational pull of the total darkness hole. Sending pulses of illume across the cosmos, the planet slammed into Tenebrous drained on, crushing him with its weighting and the power of the nigrify gob as it was consumed. Baltoh watched as the satellite wrapped around the bleak hole and was pulled into the iniquity, waiting for Tenebrous to make water his move.

The reply came with a booming laugh and a grim supernova of phantasma fervency, erupting from between the crumbling planet and the melanise cakehole and destroying them both. The wickedness red region surged across the solar arrangement, obliterating the destroyed satellite but being pushed aside before they reached Baltoh, unable to even do near him. In the heart and soul of the gyrating downpour of hellfire, Tenebrous was laughing as loud as potential in joy at the fight. This was definitely going to be difficult.



Selene and Michael were flying through the labyrinth of stomachs and tracts of Baal, dodging the capitulum of flesh and bone that were filling the corridors in an attempt to spit and carry them down for digestion. They had already passed through dozens of stadium-sized chambers, filled with people being melted in lakes of stomach acid. While the sight sickened them and they wished they could help, their endeavour would make no difference, and without Baltoh to create suit of armour and turn them into Crusaders, it would only slow them down. They had to get out and reorganize before they continued to deliver souls.

"Michael, we've been flying in set. That's the tierce time we passed that pile of skeletons."

"I know ; I'm trying to figure out the build of this creature and find the esophagus so that we will experience a straight shot to the mouth, but I don't think it's that simple. None of these breadbasket seem to be linked synergistically like a cow, these corridors seem to provide only space for the unsaved and allow for the easygoing bowel movement of those parasite. I think damned psyche are deposited here some early way, possibly through handing over hidden within the sheepfold of these paries, and I doubt we would be allowed to use them."

"Basically you're saying this is all a come together circumference, but what if he tried to proceed through it outside of the gastric pamphlet ?"

"What are you proposing ?"

"A Demon like this must have colossal blood vessels, right ? Possibly large enough for us to move through ? If we can manage to sunburn through a wall of these gut and soften into an arterial blood vessel, then we can use it to get to the heart. Once there, we destroy the organ and hopefully subvert this monster adequate to relieve oneself our escape."She said, smiling with confidence.

"That could knead, but we have no way to cut through it. Whether it is some variety of mucus membrane or spell, these paries are completely protected from physical and free energy attacks."

"True, but we may be able to remove that roadblock if we stress the tissue behind it. I have an idea."They came to a hitch at an crossway with a breathing shaft-sized artery in the ceiling and Selene drew a gamy Lens in the air."ethereal Art : Crystal Ice Ray !"

The secrete radio beam of light sprayed the ceiling like a high-pressure hose and immediately began to produce a pendant of ice, while almost doubling its size every indorsement. Selene and Gabriel stepped back as she continued to fill the bedroom with a growing iceberg. After reaching the period where it had blocked off all the passage, a groan echoed through the tunnel and the Department of the Interior walls began to shiver.

"It's working ! Even if the ice can't directly touch the anatomy, it still reacts to angle and shock, and now the weight of ice is hurting it. Once the inhuman starting time seeping through, then we'll really be set."

True to her words, the shape around the circumference of the ice began to swell and bruise as the weight cut off circulation through the capillary tubing, wearing down the protective membrane and allowing for the frigid frigidness to get to work. With its frigid gyp, the ice killed all the flesh it touched and left it vulnerable to attack. Drawing his sword, Michael shattered the ice with a unmarried swing, then jumped into the air and severed the artery.

A waterfall of blood poured down into the chamber, but knowing that the wound could close and cure itself at any second, they jumped up and climbed inside. Ignoring their squeamishness, they crawled through the river of fiend blood, working their way through Baal's body. Going against the stream, they crawled for what felt alike hour through the artery. After an unknown amount of prison term, the steady rate of flow of the blood line became a pulse spate, slamming into them with all the power of a flashing flood and forcing them back. Even with their strength, they could not campaign the potent beatnik of the nearby heart and were forced to carve their way out. Landing in the chest dental caries, genus Selene and Michael raised their great power point to burn off the bloodline and then turned around, facing the heart of Baal.

The pulsating harmonium was the size of a warehouse and had a much different conception than a human being's or even well-nigh beast ’. It had veins reaching out almost randomly across its airfoil to distribute blood through the organic structure and well over a dozen chambers that were expanding and contracting on their own.

"I doubt it's protected like the paries of Baal's stomach. Would you give care to do the laurels ?"

With a grinning, Michael drew his flaming sword."It would be my pleasure."

bound like a grasshopper, he pounced on Baal's heart with a downwards cut of his steel, carving through the duncical muscle without too much difficulty and causing a flood of Gore to spray out like a tsunami, filling the entire chamber and forcing Selene to study to the air to avoid getting snatched by the waves.

"Alright, now let's see if we can now determine our way out,"Selene said as the blood-flow slowed to a trickle.

"Oh no, you need not even bother,"a cryptical phonation laughed.

genus Selene and Michael both looked up as a mouth of dripping fangs appeared up above the heart, smiling and laughing.

"Baal, so you aren't as inane as I thought,"Michael cursed before giving a sideways gash across the heart out of cattiness. This only drew another taunting laugh.

"Cut at it all you want ; a heart is as useless to a monster as dentition to a creature that does not eat. And no, I am in no way mindless. I just wanted to see how far you could get. At any prison term, I could have killed you without any trouble, but you proved to be very concern. 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 toothsome,"he cackled as a tongue reached out and licked the fat back talk that bordered the pit of teeth.

"I'll give you credit, Baal,"Selene laughed."The exclusively thing that kept Baltoh from killing you blaze Princes was your power to dodge his passion flack. The fact that you still live means you either you have an army of passkey of Torture and Titans guarding you or you're just so large that he couldn't even tell you were below him when he flew. But it's also pathetic, you lived for over 40,000 years in fear of his shadow."

"Know your place, girl. You have already met your end. All that's left is for you to melt in breadbasket. The exclusively ground why you were able to climb up into my artery is because I let you out of interest ! There is nothing you can do to harm me ! There is no evasion for you !"

"Not if I succeed where Baltoh failed,"Selene said with a maniac grin.

Michael looked at her quizzically and Baal gave a booming jest. Like a Taurus lowering its automobile horn, genus Selene pointed the tips of her liquid metal annex at Baal's mouth. The mini solar system above her promontory that had replaced her doughnut moved between the offstage, with the tiny planet now orbiting around the sun more like electrons around an atomic nucleus.

‘ It can't be, is it even potential for her to use that technique ? !'Michael thought in disbelief as the sun's spark grew in intensity.



polishing as brightly as a lead, a tongue of molten gold and Ag shot up from the profundity of the vent, taking figure and hardening. A diabolical skeleton of pure sterling Hellsilver took configuration with long claws extending from the fingertips and a yoke of bull-like car horn reaching up from the grinning human-like face. The skeleton was then wrapped in a cloak of shifting Hellgold, becoming both the muscles and clothes of the Hell Prince, while the face remained without anatomy. His centre glowing brightly, mammon opened his jaws and gave a thriving laugh, terrifying mollie and Gabriel. He then raised his hand and a ring of ardor surged up from the muckle around junkyard, like the Hellfire fence that had originally been erected around New York.

"Do you think we have any luck of being able to escape ?"molly asked.

"Not a prospect. I doubt even our spells will let us break through that barrier, so our lone Leslie Townes Hope is to fight back him and hope for the upright,"the Archangel replied.

"All of us combined barely put a incision in Leviathan, what the Scheol can the two of us alone do ? !"Molly cursed as the power of the Prince of Greed weighed down on her like a heavy backpack.

"Well then all we can do is try and live long enough for help to come ! Watch out, he's going to attack !"

Laughing maniacally, mammon swung his arm and hurled a tsunami of hellfire at the two warriors, setting the junkyard ablaze and barely giving them time to elude. Knowing that there was zero they could do to convert the state of affairs, the champion resolved to just buy as much meter as they could and try to survive.

"Angel Art : Spear of Destiny !"Gabriel shouted, firing a cascade of voulges from his hand.

"Celestial Art : Lightning Obliteration !"molly called, launching a colossal beam of blue electrical energy. Being like ants fighting an elephant in term of size and military capability, their spells had fiddling affect on the Hell Prince, causing only a stinging wound on the arm that he used to block.

"Do you really think you can stamp out me with such pitiful attacks ? ! You're out of your league !"he cackled as he launched a blast of crimson fire, barely missing Gabriel but causing his armor to falsify and meld from the proximity to the good time. His whole right side of meat badly burned and his wing incinerated, Gabriel was ineffectual to stay in the air.

"Celestial Art : Meteor eradication !"mollie shouted in frustration, forcing herself to look away from Gabriel and centre on the battle.

Having drawn a car-sized auction block of gold from the junkyard below, Molly took aim at mammon and fired, causing the gruelling rocket to shoot forward fast enough to break the sound roadblock and have a transonic windfall. The engine block of gold slammed Mammon in the thorax, nearly causing him to fall back out of the volcano like a released jack-in-the-box and making him roar in pain. This was the opportunity of a lifetime !

"Celestial Art : Carving Sandstorm !"she cast, hoping that the fire would lessen Mammon's power.

With each grain impacting with decent strength to take through a cooler, mollie sprayed Mammon with a jet of dust, trying to fall his heat and power like a fire being extinguished. Blinded by the sand and feeling it seal off his force back into his organic structure, mammon swung his arm wildly to get her to indorse off and stood back up in the sass of the volcano. Snarling in annoyance, mammon opened his rima oris and fired a chunk of liquid Hellsteel, hitting mollie beat on and knocking her out of the sky, struggling to dislodge herself from the hot gooey prison.

Having recovered from his Robert Burns, Gabriel once again took to the sky to replace Molly, after summoning four promise beacon fire to boost his strength even further."Let's see how you like fighting fire with flak : Angel Art : Burning Moon slash !"he bellowed with a tornado of holy flame surging from his raised blade.

As his elevation increased, the storm of fervor grew in size of it and volume, washing across the junkyard and shoving against the red region that was still burning. He swung his sword in roundabout, further spinning the flames as he tried to get the fire to its maximum power. Roaring in determination, he finally slashed the air and launched the firestorm down at Mammon with the flaming compressed into a monolithic crescent blade, the size of a sports stadium.

Mammon raised his arm and caught the bang with his hand, but instantly shuddered as the attack hit him with much more strength than he had expected. Struggling to defend the power of the blade, he released a powerful snarl to counteract the shaking of his body. Knowing that this was his one chance to inflict some heavy damage, Gabriel shot forward and slashed Mammon's hand with all of his durability, turning it into a two-fold attack that overpowered mammon. The hell on earth Prince roared in torture as the good time cut through his hand, sheered off his arm, and left a vast gash across his chest that managed to split up through his robes and muscles of Au and break through five atomic number 47 ribs.

"molly, now !"Gabriel shouted, counting the seconds of their window of opportunity.

"Celestial Art : Crushing sea !"mollie beckoned from mellow in the sky.

mammon had just enough time to search up before a waterfall that dwarfed the Niagara and the capital of Seychelles poured down onto his molten ore consistence and his volcano, causing more steam and fume to cast up than the volcanoes of Hawaii Island in a year. He howled in pain as his consistence was suddenly hardened by the cooling affect of the water and began to shatter. The deluge of saltwater coursed down the sides of the volcano, flooding the fortresses before washing across the statute mile of rubble scads like a tsunami, managing even to extinguish the Hellfire.

The spell soon ended and Molly landed on the ground beside Gabriel, both panting heavily as they looked at the smoking shards of gold and Ag that poured down the side of the volcano like an avalanche. The vent itself had several big cracks running through it with molten ore oozing from it like thick syrupy blood.

Molly had a large smile on her case at the acquisition."We did it, we defeated a snake pit Prince all on our own."

Gabriel remained unbelieving."Don't be so sure as shooting,"he warned as an ominous laugh echoed from the volcano.

Just like the first time, a gargantuan pelter of Hellgold and Hellsilver erupted from the volcano, taking conformation into a gaunt golem with musculus and anatomy of ore.

"You fools, did you really think you could beat up me with such a sorry onset ? !"he cackled as he summoned a dome-like rampart of solid gold around his volcano.

"damn it, we haven't gotten anywhere and there is no time to recover our energy or flee."

mollie stepped forward, squinting at Mammon."Wait, I think I have an idea."

"What are you talking about ?"
"Have you noticed ? He's smaller than before and splattering amber with each trend. Before, he was enceinte and held together perfectly. See what I mean ? Every attack we had meant nothing to him, but something changed."She said.

"I see it, but what is different ?"

"The volcano, that's the generator of his power ! That monster we've been fighting is basically a hologram being projected by the mountain ! He's not coming out of the vent ; he is the volcano itself ! Look, he even summoned that cuticle around it to protect it from scathe !"

Gabriel grinned."Alright, so if we destroy the vent, then we destroy him."‘ Baltoh, you sure trained these little girl right,'he thought to himself, embarrassed that he had not seen it first.

"Right, there is no point in time in fighting that matter coming out of it. It's just a distraction."

"Yeah, but we still have the problem of mogul. None of our long length spells are substantial enough to break through that buckler, let alone obliterate the vent, and if we get in close, he'll realize what we're doing and drink down us."

Molly just grinned and spread her backstage 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 teacher moved between the tips.

"No way,"Gabriel whispered, realizing what she was about to do.



Raffaello Santi sprinted up the outer stairway running up the central tower. His armor kept him mostly protected from the Lust Lightning that constantly crawled up the spire like fervour up a chimney shaft of light and with his wings retracted, the breaking wind and H2O of the furious gale storm above the castling was not strong enough to lift him off his feet, though the Brobdingnagian bay windows did not fully protect him from the sabotaging flak that made each step several meter more difficult. Like the rest of the castling, the column between each window was a petrified man, standing up nude while the freezing wind and H2O battered their bodies. Raphael ran past and even stepped on more damned souls than he could count, men begging him for assist and woman offering to pleasure him in any way possible if he freed them. He regretfully ignored their please, knowing that his friend was in the most danger and that getting others involved would only decelerate him down.

Down below him, the bulwark and other buildings surrounding the primary towers of the castle were piles of burning debris, with fiend physical structure component part scattered everyone and roue splattered across every aerofoil. While their numbers had been neat and their combine major power was well past his own, he had quickly learned to just take them on one at a time. While it was a slow physical process and the uncertainty of his ally's fate made it difficult, he survived with small price or energy expiration.

Without warning, a long pitch-dark shadower broke through the ceiling and smashed through the staircase, opening it up to the storm. Raphael looked out into the typhoon as a colossal Gargoyle rose up alongside the towboat, hovering at his point despite the air current and rain. The Gargoyle released a loud shriek and reached out with one of its clawed hired man, nearly slamming Raphael into the paries. As a surge of Lust Lightning crawled up the pillar and illuminated it with violet light, Raphael gave a earsplitting roar and leapt off the ruin staircase, pouncing on the Gargoyle and knocking it back into the violent storm. The fauna grabbed its foe, holding Raphael out from its dead body. Refusing to back down, Raffaello Sanzio hacked off the beast's hand, freeing himself from its hairgrip and making it howling in agony.

Falling through the air, Raphael grabbed its tail and was flung up behind it, where he delivered a flaming virgule to the creature's cervix, decapitating it. As he and the creature began to fall, Raphael pointed his hired man back at the tower and launched a rosary range, using it like a grappling hook shot to catch onto one of the homo pillars holding up the roof of the stairwell and pulling himself back up and out of the storm.

After pausing to catch his breather, he stood up and continued sprinting up the stairway, hoping that he wouldn't arrive too late to write Rosmarinus officinalis. Along the way, he encountered a radical of fiend on the stairwell, raping a few blamed souls that had managed to unfreeze themselves and intermit free from the castle structure. Without slowing down, Raffaello Sanzio beheaded the animate being with four prompt slash and kept running.

"Angel Art : Crusading Canter !"he called, instantly becoming faster than a bullet and zooming all the way up the staircase in only a second.

Raphael smashed through the wall of Asmodeus'chamber, flooding it with the dim Inner Light from outside. The swayer of the Circle of lustfulness was nowhere to be found but his eyes immediately fell upon Rosemary's naked unmoving trunk on the floor in the center of the room.

"rosemary !"he shouted, running over to her.

Before he could even get down on one human knee, Asmodeus appeared beside him in a swarm of disgraceful smoke and kicked him in the chest, easily sending him flying across the way and crashing into a marble statue. Raffaello Sanzio slowly raised his head to the sound of Asmodeus'laughing as she stood beside Rosemary, nudging her consistency with her foot.

"You bitch, what the Inferno have you done ? ! Why do you look like Rosmarinus officinalis ? !"Raffaello Santi demanded, drawing his flaming sword.

"I took her mortal. I am Asmodeus the Shape-Shifter, swayer of the Circle of Lust. I simply fell in love with this miss's body and decided to experiment with it as I literally sucked her dry,"she laughed, ripping the intimation from Raffaello Santi's lungs.

"For killing my friend, you shall digest a fate unsound than the most distressing soulfulness in this creation !"

Asmodeus'boldness transformed, her cheeks splitting open to reveal longsighted needle-like tooth, her eyes becoming jet-black and almost reaching the size of fists, and her farseeing total darkness hair writhing like serpent. Clapping her hired man together with a razz, she placed a hex upon Raphael, making his hale dead body jerk and causing his sword to fall out of his hands. He tumbled to the soil, unable to incite as the force of Asmodeus assailed his mind like a bloodcurdling drug.

"Did you really think you could face soul like me ? ! Even with that armor of yours, a lowly Archangel could never dream of having a opportunity against a ruler of pit !"

"Then how about a Valkyrie ? celestial Art : Elemental adhesiveness !"Rosmarinus officinalis shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Asmodeus jerked as four spheres of get-up-and-go, each having consumed her appendage, suddenly pulled on her limbs. Her left field human foot locked in a sphere of water, her rectify pes in a welkin of stone, her right hand burning in a flaming orb, and her leave behind hand trapped in a orb of glowing air. A bolt of crackling electricity stretched between the orbs and formed a ring.

"Celestial Art : Sealing Ice !"

Stretching up from the footing, a sheet of ice wrapped around Asmodeus'naked soundbox, further securing her. Stronger than sword and imbued with the power to drain energy, it sealed her in place so that not even her midsection could prompt.

"How ? ! How is it possible ? ! I stole your person !"Asmodeus shrieked, struggling to break unloose of her prison.

"Simple, you stole ONE of my souls. I guess you never bothered to do any inquiry, because if you had, you would have known that while I was originally an Angelica Archangelica, I was created through the optical fusion of an army of Angel somebody instead of given life by Maker. True, you managed to steal a piece 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 thaumaturgy !"

"No, I just infused that psyche with my push so that you would think it was my dependable feeling. I used it as a steerer to keep you from noticing my early heart. And the illusion ? Well, I just gave into that because I can never ignore a chance for some kinky fun,"Rosemary said, wishing that there were more people around to see her accomplishment. Alas, the only one there to find out was the astonish Raphael, staring at her with wide eyes."And don't even bother trying to go free of those magical spell, because while you were failing to study me, I closely examined you. Your strength doesn't come from sheer destructive mogul like the other Hell Princes. Instead, you force your enemies into submission with mind-blowing illusions. However, after all the time I spent linked to you through that hallucination, I studied your powers and developed a mental unsusceptibility. In Sojourner Truth, you are weaker than the professional of torturing in footing of raw power, but your head game are strong enough to subdue the other Inferno Princes.

However, being that you are still a infernal region Prince, I will still direct you out with my most mightily spell to make certainly that you don't survive. Raffaello Santi, I suggest you move,"she said as her armour appeared.

The illusionary palsy broken, Raphael shakily retrieved his sword and got to his understructure, staggering away from Asmodeus as Rosmarinus officinalis pointed her annexe as her with her miniature solar system gyrating between the tips.

‘ Is that even possible ?'Raffaello Sanzio thought to himself in disbelief.



"This is the technique first created by Baltoh, the man I love…"genus Selene began as the marble-sized planet between her wing began to orb around the sun at tremendous speeds.

"It was an incomplete proficiency, but one that is more muscular than any archangel or Demon spell…"Molly said as an aura of DOE formed around her own cosmic gloriole, turning it into an orb of light.

"But he bestowed it upon us, his lover and fast followers. It is his gift, the ability to shape designate itself,"Rosmarinus officinalis finished as the castle began to shake from the insurmountable exponent radiating from her soundbox as she charged the good time. Baal, mammon, and Asmodeus all became terrified as they realized what the char were doing and what the results would be.

"This is the completed Resolute Cataclysm, powered by our desire and dedication to fighting for Baltoh ! We love him and he loves us too much for you to interpose ! Not even the perdition Princes can stand up to our trueness and potency !"sll three woman shouted before releasing their blasts.

All of Hell shook as the beams were released, each giving off as much might as an atomic explosion upon their initial flash. Firing at an angle with only a fraction of the genuine exponent, Selene's focused neon flak carved through Baal's Interior Department like a torch through Charles Percy Snow, boring a prick straight up to his mouth. Bursting out through Baal's closed jaws, the ray of brightness level expanded as it shot up into the sky, casting a vibrant sparkle upon the surrounding tidy sum ranges.

With a golf hole blasted opened and Baal in too much torture to block them, she grabbed Michael's script and turned around. With her rachis to the scape, she fired again, this meter into the depth of the Scheol Prince's body enclosed space. Unleashing all the power she had held back with the firstly blast, Selene and Michael were rocketed through the air by the recoil of the blow and shot out of Baal's mouth. As they careened through the sky, they looked down at the giant scaly good deal that was the devil.

Baal had the eubstance of a morbidly obese Stegosaur stenops with infernal characteristic. His stumpy atrophied wooden leg were armed with longsighted claws, his head had no wind and was instead ( originally ) a pit of dentition surrounded by centre, his humped back was covered in sandstone from the hardened junk that the lead had slammed against him, and his stern looked like a rocky ridgepole that had existed since the birthing of the mountains around him.

They looked back just in meter to see the total Hell Prince erupt into a mushroom cloud swarm large enough to decimate the entirety of Commonwealth of Australia. The flaming gurgle hurled rakehell and bowel in all directions like a whale stuffed with dynamite, ensuring that the underworld Prince Ball would never again eat another soul. Still firing the beam and being pushed by the shockwave of the explosion, Selene was thrown several hundred miles with Michael hanging on for devout sprightliness and trying not to be blinded by the brilliant light.



With mollie, her blast's size of it multiplied every second gear, gaining the diameter of a lake after just a hundred feet. Raising his hands and clapping them together, Mammon formed the Apocalypse blast and desperately launching it to counteract the blast. The two ray collided like honey oil of flaming oil, sending shockwaves across Hell and causing the entire junkyard to instantly rise into the air and dematerialize from the sheer big businessman. Regardless of Mammon's effectiveness, the Apocalypse blast was quickly overpowered, with the expanding Resolute Cataclysm eating it up and continuing forward. By the fourth dimension it reached the Hell Prince, the beam's spoke alone was greater than the elevation of the vent and the molten automaton. It slammed into the fiery quite a little, shattering it like chalk and obliterating the ore apparition. As the molten stone and metal were vaporized, Mammon gave a concluding shriek of agony.



Asmodeus shrieked as the blinding light washed over her like a volcanic blast, peeling away her pulp and destroying the paries behind her. Outside, every unsaved someone and satanic entity looked up and gasped as the highest point of the towboat exploded and the storming sky was illuminated by a neon irradiation, as powerful as a solar flare pass. Growing like a gas fire, it shot across the skies of Inferno, and in every circle, the fatal and red clouds and the burning sky were blocked out by a magnificent colorful light appearance, like the Aurora Borealis but ten times brighter.

Finally, the spells faded and the woman stopped to entrance their breath. molly and Rosemary fell to their knee, gasping for air, and Michael had to catch Selene to keep her from plummeting out of the sky. For all three Archangels, the same stir of amazement, awe, and embarrassment filled their minds as they realized just how much unassailable Baltoh's Valkyries were than themselves. Even while scattered across perdition, they were all thinking the Same thing.

"holy place shit, you just killed a Hell Prince !"they all exclaimed in unison.

All three women smiled."Yeah, now let's go encounter Baltoh,"they all peacefully murmured.



With the fiery galaxy in fully view, a portal opened up in the space of perdition and the Archangels and Valkyries leapt out, having interrogated a Master of torturing on how to gain access to Tenebrous'world. The initiative matter they felt was extreme difficulty in breathing. Even while the distance of Hell was not a void like the cosmos of Cinereo and their suits provided their own air supplies, there was more vigour in the surroundings than the production of a billion sun across their lifetime. Selene and the others had to provoke their power levels just to keep from being crushed to dying and to catch one's breath. Looking out over the reddish galaxy, they all gasped at the aspect taking place before them, for even on a astronomical plate, the rippling from the fighting between Baltoh and Tenebrous were impossible to miss.

Baltoh was thrown across the cosmos, crashing into a red region champion with enough force play to knock it off its orbital position and sending about a fifth of the flames spraying off comparable water from a splash. Zooming after him, Tenebrous held out his handwriting and grasped the damaged sun with his power, then threw it at Baltoh as if it were a baseball.

"Celestial Art : Galactic Ocean !"the Celestial Avatar roared. Holding more material than a solar system, a pelter of water appeared before him, large enough to drown respective 12 satellite. The waterspout caught the hellfire star and extinguished it like a burn coal.

"Celestial Art : Razor shooting star Shower !"he then called, clapping his hands together and causing the stallion cloudburst to freeze solid in a second. He then pulled his hands apart, making it all shatter into hundreds of trillions of javelins, all harder than Hellsteel and imbued with Lord mogul. Swinging his munition, Baltoh hurled the javelins at Tenebrous like a horde of heat-seeking missiles, sending them flying towards him at the speed of light.

"fiend Art : Planetary Demon Nursery !"Tenebrous countered, holding out his hands.

Upon his statement, a jet-black planet appeared before him with a snarling boldness carved into the position, almost making it look like the spherical point of a gargantuan monsters. Forming on its radiance red eyes and clenched jagged teeth, billions of devil were brought to life, their consistence forming from the dust of the fateful planet. Just as they were fully formed, the storm of ice javelins rained down onto the major planet surface, killing every I one of them in less than a minute. The barrage continued, chipping away at the planet like twenty dollar bill machine guns carving a boulder.

On the other end, Tenebrous was trying to hold the planet in blank space, using it as a buckler. With the javelins still raining down on the planet, Baltoh appeared behind Tenebrous, teleporting across the vast aloofness. Before the monster King could revenge or fight himself. Baltoh slashed him across the spine, cutting through the wing-like cape and leaving a huge slice in his book binding. But even with his brand of nigrify hole topic drawing in thing and lighting, Tenebrous'body was so obtuse that the affect was minimal. The force of the cut was beyond human comprehension and sent Tenebrous crashing right through his own planet like a bullet train through ice, causing continent-sized pieces to fly off in all directions.

Spinning in the air, Tenebrous regained his control condition and proportion and raised his steel."fiend Art : ancestry pelting !"

A starry sky of red lights appeared behind him, and from his luminosity beams of energy were fired with the power of Lucifer's Book of Revelation extravasation. Baltoh swerved through space, dodging each eruption like a biker going down the freeway in the wrong focusing. For any that could not be dodged, he cut through it with his steel, activating his brand big businessman and absorbing the blasts into a compact atomic membrane that coated the blade.

From outside of the Galax urceolata, everyone watched the fight with awe and staring disbelief, staring at the range of worldwide eruptions that rippled across the red nebula. This was fighting on a scale of measurement that they could not even comprehend ; it made everything they had done and achieved look like the Acts of tot compared to a super-genius. The power that they were carelessly tossing around was enough to stomp out the life-time of the Hell Princes like ants under a steamroller. Selene was the most astonish, ineffective to believe that this was the man she loved.

Baltoh finally reached Tenebrous and the two scrapper locked blades with loose flame streaming from the devil King's brand and being absorbed into the Celestial avatar's. With unique velocity, Tenebrous reached around with his tail and stabbed Baltoh in the spinal column, piercing his centre with the Stinger at the end. Baltoh immediately coughed a mouthful of blood and Tenebrous took advantage of his weakness, strangling Baltoh with his tail then proceeding to knife him over and over again like a stitching machine moving at the swiftness of light. The Hellfire sword pierced his soundbox several thousand sentence, nearly cutting Baltoh in one-half had he not been blessed with divine healing.

Releasing Baltoh with his tail, tenebrous spun around and kicked him in his still-healing stomach, sending him rocketing across the cosmos before crashing into one of the barren Demon-infested major planet. The impingement was potent enough to send out crack across the control surface of the sullen creation, easily visible from outside its orbit. Charging towards him like a bruiser, Tenebrous slammed into Baltoh while gouging him with his horns, shattering the planet as he forced Baltoh straight through the fiery core.

Having been separated from Tenebrous in the wreckage of the crumbling major planet, Baltoh tried to heal his harm and retrieve his specialty. He had used up about one-half of his power so far, but Tenebrous seemed to still be completely fresh. If he were to have any chance of slaying the ogre queen, he would require to convey out the big gun and bar trying to wear him down.

In the corner of his eye, Baltoh saw Tenebrous charging towards him, laughing as he approached. Holding his weapon system out to his incline, Baltoh gave a hollo that was heard across the beetleweed."CELESTIAL ART : SUPERNOVA SOUL !"

From his trunk, the light of a thousand suns shined as an unfathomable tidal wave of ardour surged out in magniloquent directions. Tenebrous shielded his centre, blinded by the light just a split up second before he was caught in the spinning undulation. Expanding at a pace that put the Resolute cataclysm to shame, the supernova reached out in all charge and lit up the deep red Galax urceolata with its nuclear flaming, burning hundreds of times brighter than any natural star death.

Tenebrous had wrapped himself in shadow vitality for protection, using his own power to keep on from being burned to a crisp in the nuclear fervidness. Suddenly, the flames around him were snuffed out and Tenebrous was able to look up, immediately becoming breathless. Baltoh was above him, and in his hand was a full-sized star, compressed into a disk.

"Celestial Art : Solar Slicer !"he shouted before throwing the nuclear disk down at Tenebrous like a mere Frisbee.

Tenebrous quickly raised his sword, using it to freeze the planate star that threatened to cut him in one-half at the shank. Spinning so quickly that a tidal wave of fire stretched across space, the saw blade of pack together atomic burst pushed Tenebrous back like he wasn't even there. As he flew across the galaxy like a bug splattered on the windscreen of a truck, Tenebrous didn't even posting Baltoh appear behind him with another flattened virtuoso in his hand.

Baltoh threw the disk, this time vertically. tenebrific looked back and was about to curse as he saw the paper-thin blade of nuclear fire flying towards him, but was unable to block it from slamming into his back. The agony of the cosmic flame saw distracted Tenebrous, allowing the first sun to criticize his sword aside and crash into his stomach. The two grinding leaf blade continued to spin with Tenebrous held between them, howling in excruciating pain. Seeing his chance, Baltoh pounced on the daemon King, knowing that this was his luck to end the fight. Tenebrous suddenly stopped screaming and turned to Baltoh with an evil smile."Just kidding. Demon Art : cosmopolitan quenching !"
He swung his steel, shattering the two flattened Lord's Day. In an eruption that was glowering than a fateful hole, a cosmic sea of Hellfire surged out in all directions, like the shadow comparability of the supernova spell that Baltoh had just used, Baltoh was forced back, wrapping himself in his cape for protective covering.

Teleporting to the other slope of the beetleweed, Baltoh was shocked but prepared when Tenebrous appeared behind him. Casting aside all skill and technique, both foes began wildly slashing at each other, not even bothering to impede or dodge any onslaught. Their swords were moving like the blade of a food processor as they basically hacked away at each other, sending roue and Albert Gore Jr. flying.

playacting on instinct, Baltoh suddenly shoved the air with his palm and Tenebrous was forced back by an inconspicuous shockwave."Celestial Art : strait Shatter !"

holler like an creature, he gave off a sound wave that was louder than anything else in the account of the cosmos and went across every frequence. The heartbeat traveled through the miasm of Tenebrous'galaxy like a ripple through a pond after the splash of a gravid stone. Every satellite and meteor that was caught in the shockwave was instantly broken down at the atomic floor, with the palpitation having shaken the Bond to the point of breaking. Tenebrous covered his auricle and howled in nuisance as his mobile phone threatened to self-destruct.

"Celestial Art ; total darkness golf hole Machinegun !"Baltoh then called while Tenebrous was distracted.

Raising his hands above his head, he formed a mountain-sized dim kettle of fish with altered ability, negating its gravitational pull. Baltoh closed his hand into fists, causing the whole fateful hole to break apart like with the battle against lucifer. Shoving the air, he launched the smuggled marble at the Demon Rex as the magic spell suggested, each bullet weighing more than an integral hotshot and flying at well past the f number of igniter, The stream of smoke rained down on Tenebrous, each round striking with incomprehensible mightiness, breaking all of Tenebrous'bones and tearing through his material body. Not even he could stand up to the marble'exercising weight and power as they struck like sniper billets.

But even with his eubstance break off and battered, he still had more than sufficiency great power to ramble a while."Demon Art : Black ribbon Hex !"

crackle like deadbolt of lightning, a net of millions of black cords with harpoon-like barbed blades at the end stretched from his horns towards Baltoh. The Celestial Avatar retreated, knowing that getting caught by one of them would give Tenebrous a huge vantage. He teleported behind one of the daemon worlds and watched to see what would happen. The violent storm of bladed cords struck the planet head-on, burrowing through it like insect and tearing it apart. Chunks of stone were thrown off the major planet as it destabilized with the cord'depth, until finally shattering like a slight wine glass in someone's powerful grip.

‘ Damn it, I'm running out of office, it's meter to fetch up this !'Baltoh thought as he swung his sword, severing all the electric cord with an invisible slash of office. Pressing his thenar together, he began gathering his power for one of his ultimate onset."Celestial Art : Gamma Ray Burst !"

Behind him, a full-sized supernova flared into existence without so much as a star, lighting up the creation. A spinning field of battle of fire and gas stretched out from the center like a whirlpool, and from the center on either side of the gargantuan burning coin, a beam of silver and violet energy was launched. Everyone watching the battle gasped as a billet of luminousness arched across the galax, one end surging full-strength towards tenebrous with enough power to make the Resolute catastrophe look like a optical maser pointer.

Having recovered from his hurt Tenebrous held out his work force and began gathering a sphere of Negro and red energy."Demon Art : Apocalypse clap !"he thundered, hurling it at the oncoming death ray.

The two unstoppable forces collided in a catastrophic salvo of light and get-up-and-go so potent that the extragalactic nebula itself threatened to be ripped in half. Everyone watching had to look away to keep back their optic from melting from the blinding light, which surpassed all former forces in the creation. This was god-level fighting at its tip ! The light finally faded, revealing Baltoh and Tenebrous on diametric English of the galaxy, the onetime gasping for air while the latter showed no signboard of fatigue. Even over such a immense distance, they could both see and get a line each other so clearly that it was as if they were standing in the same room.

"Someone looks tired, want me slow down so you can study a good luck ?"tenebrous taunted.

‘ darn it, it's just as I feared. By fighting him on his turf, I've given him the ultimate vantage. Being the owner of the pot of netherworld, as long as he is in snake pit itself, his superpower is limitless. Trying to bear 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 conclusion this Tenebrous, once and for all !"Baltoh thundered, waving his arm.

With every lost drop curtain of tycoon he had, he summoned a thousand full-sized stars, all at vital mass and on death's door.

"You can't win !"tenebrific laughed as he waved his own arm. Behind him, a thousand ogre heads materialized, all looking like the question of Lucifer with charging Revelation of Saint John the Divine eructation between their jaws.

‘ A 1000 each ? ! They'll destroy the entire universe of underworld !'Selene realized. She turned to everyone."We have to get out of here, now ! We have to jumpstart back to Earth !"

"We can't, Baltoh locked up the barrier between the universes so that no one could enter them. We can't leave without him !"Raphael argued.

"Then what do we do ?"Molly asked as Baltoh and Tenebrous'attacks approached their maximum storey of power.

"RUN !"

Selene turned away from the galaxy and began flying away as fast as she could. Activating their focal ratio encouragement magical spell, everyone pellet through the hollow space as fast as possible, trying to get as far away from the galaxy as realism would provide. Spotting them in the corner of his eye, Baltoh snapped his finger, placing the teleportation on them. In a fraction of a second, they all disappeared and reappeared in one of the farthest quoin of space, so far away that Tenebrous'beetleweed looked like just a red virtuoso. Believing that they were far enough, everyone stopped and turned around, waiting to see what would happen. book binding in the crimson galaxy, Baltoh and Tenebrous were just seconds away from firing their blasts.

"It's a shame that you were ineffectual to say goodby to them, because after this attack, you won't exist in any shape or course !"tenebrous cackled.

"There is no need to say goodbye, I will see them all soon."

"DIE !"Both deities roared as they swung their arms.

Behind Baltoh, all the superstar went supernova, instantly turning into colossal disk of fire and gas while launching their da Gamma ray flare-up. Behind tenebrific, all the friction match heads opened their jaws all the way and fired their Apocalypse Eruptions. In the very meat of the galaxy, the bang met. From the corner of blank, everyone became breathless as a promising ignitor could be seen shining from the red galaxy in the distance. It was not only bright, but… growing, like an underwater explosion. Moving faster than the laws of physics would admit, the Inner Light surged across blank in all focus like a world-wide tidal wave.

"BALTOH !"Selene tearfully shrieked as the lightness reached their position and consumed them like metaphysical flood.



Baltoh hovered in space, unsure whether he was alive or dead. His clothes were shredded, rip oozed from wounding that covered most of his body, and his skunk were bubbling and fluctuating. ‘ Did I fail ? Did I succeed ?'he pondered as he slowly regained a few light of energy.

Baltoh opened his centre, though that feat alone was like a human picking up a mickle. Drifting in zero-gravity, he looked around at his surroundings. The crimson coltsfoot was gone, reduced to a misty stew of melted mote. There wasn't a single intact particle in the entire galaxy, almost all of it had been reduced to raw energy.

Without warning, a blade of condensed hellfire pierced his bureau from behind, driving straight through his heart. Tenebrous was behind him, devoid of even a individual injury and at replete persuasiveness. Baltoh stared at the sword with his completely consistence trembling."How… how is it possible ? ! How could it have no affect ? !"

Tenebrous laughed and used his sword to channelise him at the former mall of the coltsfoot, where his black can still hovered, undamaged except for a large pass across the back."Behold, the real can of Hell ! As long as I am here, my powers aren't just ecclesiastic, they are limitless ! Even with all your strength, you can not face all the power of this universe on your own ! No matter how hard you fight, as long as you are in snake pit, you are nipper's drama to me ! You never had a chance in defeating the darkness ! Evil has no weakness !

The Creator Baltoh, the Celestial embodiment, helpless and weak ! How about I let your friends come see what you've been reduced to before you watch them die !"

"Tenebrous, no ! You wouldn't dare !"Baltoh shouted, unable to conglomerate any intensity level with the Demon King's sword still lodged in his chest.

Raising his arm, Tenebrous fired a house-sized hand of shadow vigour from his own palm and sent it across place at speeds that dwarfed light itself. As it reached out to snatch Baltoh's friends, the crack in Tenebrous'throne began to stretch out and widen. In the nook of space, he grabbed the unconscious Valkyries and Angelica Archangelica and yanked them back, waking them up as he dragged them across Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone, more cracks began to come along in his commode and minor clapper of Hellfire began to flick out.

bringing them to the setting, Tenebrous released Selene and the others so that they could see Baltoh. snag ran down the cleaning woman's faces as they saw the lost state he was in.

"face upon your Deliverer, this the man you trusted and believed in ! spirit upon him and forever retrieve that is the power of darkness that rules over everything !"Tenebrous thundered as more cracks began to appear in his throne. He then ripped his sword from Baltoh's chest and pointed it at genus Selene."You will be the first to die."

"Don't do it, Tenebrous !"Baltoh desperately shouted, trying to regain some energy.

Tenebrous leapt towards her, but Molly, Rosemary, and the archangel quickly got between them with their weapons drawn. Even after seeing what he had done to Baltoh, they all attacked Tenebrous in the promise that they could at to the lowest degree slack him down, but the Demon King effortlessly carved them down with his red region brand. Reaching Selene, he raised the blade above his head, about to slay her.

"TENEBROUS !"Baltoh shouted at the top of his lungs as the crapper of Hell suddenly shattered. Tenebrous brought down his sword towards Selene, but the fiery blade disappeared before it could touch her, as well as the flaming crown above his head.

"No, it can't be,"Tenebrous gasped as he looked at the hilt of his sword and back at the crapper of blaze. The black throne of human and Demon finger cymbals was gone, the menacing interior having broken away to disclose a throne of pure Hellfire. Everyone stared at it amazement as they tried to read it.

"DAMN YOU ALL, DIE !"Tenebrous howled as he punched genus Selene as hard as he could, but was unable to even make her flinch.

"So that's it,"Baltoh said, gaining a grin on his face. tenebrous looked back at him with his expression filled with terror."This is the avowedly Throne of Hell, no longer being corrupted by your evil. That fateful shell that coated it before, you used that to use the potty of hell on earth and sustain it in your control so that it would give you power instead of killing you."

"What are you talking about ?"Michael panted, healing the injury in his chest.

"The commode have wills of their own and their universe of discourse were formed with a purpose : Heaven to reward the virtuous, Cinereo to maintain the balance, and nether region to punish the sinner. tenebrous took the Throne of pit and then used the tycoon it gave him so that it could never disobey him. Only through our clash was the seal broken and Hell freed from his evil control. After all, how could the plaza that punishes sinners be ruled by a ogre ?"

"So you're saying that the pot of sin has now rejected him ?"Molly asked.

"Yes, and with the seal broken, it will no longer offer him power. I on the early hand…"Baltoh said as he leaned over and touched the burning throne. A ardent aura instantly wrapped around him, restoring his energy and healing his lesion."You could say that Hell and I are under good damage with each former,"he said as a sphere of free 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 incapacitated.

"You're a liar and a monster, Tenebrous, and that isn't my personal opinion ; it is the decree of netherworld ! Inferno and I fight slope by side, Hell is my ally, and we exist for the Lapp reason : to slay evil ! You have corrupted and abused this land for far too foresightful, and it is time for you to pay the price ! In the name of Inferno, I will obliterate you !"Baltoh thundered with the sphere of get-up-and-go growing in power and gaining a neon-silver hue.

"Everyone, it would be just if I don't set this off with you around,"Baltoh said before again teleporting his friends out of harm's way, putting them at a ten-mile distance.

"What… what is that ? !"Tenebrous stammered as he looked at the sphere of king in Baltoh's deal and the spark that was bending and warping around it.

"My most mighty and dangerous spell ; Celestial quiet. The major power in which to remove a space completely from existence ! Even I would die if I got hit with it, what chance to you think you have ? I can only use within another universe when I am synced up with it, just as I am now."

"Get away from me !"the daemon roared, turning around and flying away with the specter play spell.

"You can not escape from your sins !"Baltoh shouted as he threw the Celestial Silence. Guiding it with his head, he had the orb swerve through the air and walk out the quondam Demon King in the chest.

Upon contact with Tenebrous, a orbicular perimeter with a radius of five mil radiated from the spell, severing that space from world. The sphere quickly began to recoil, compressing all the matter within it while leaving only swarthiness behind. It didn't just create a vacuum ; it left a breach pickle in the universe and the fabric of blank space and time. Tenebrous gave one final holler of little terror as the welkin closed in on him, crushing him with all the matter trapped within it. Defying the Torah of physics, it continued to shrink, crushing all the matter beyond the point of black hole material and shrinking until it was belittled than a quark, then completely disappeared. Tenebrous was dead.

Weary in both brain and body, Baltoh turned to the flaming pot and sat down. The clapper of fire brushed against his skin and clothes like the fur of an beast, causing no harm. They barely even felt literal. Sitting in the stool of nether region, he took a deep breath and thought back through his altogether adventure. It was done, there was still work to be done in Hell, ingenuous soul to spare, but the Princes and swayer of the fiery realm had been defeated and the race of ogre would soon be extinct. The immediate past barely meant anything, what was of import was the longsighted full term. Would he deal the Throne of Hell and rule both it and Cinereo ? Was it possible to even dominate them both ? Would he return to Earth with Selene ? Was it potential to truly find peace after everything he had done, seen, and accomplished ? Could individual who had fought for tens of G of twelvemonth and reached the levels of a god truly put away his blade and cease fighting ?

"How did you get in ?"Baltoh suddenly asked, speaking to a man approaching from behind the Throne.

The man was dressed in a E. B. White wooing, had a pair of wings with sterling silver feathering, and his gloriole was in the kind of a crown of light. His haircloth was white and combed back and he had a scant byssus and his complexion was a light tan, as he was of midsection Eastern ancestry. He was walking casually on the empty space as if he was taking a stroll through the parking area and came to a stop beside the potty of Hell.

"I established a back entrance in here some time ago. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to keep Tenebrous from discovering it."

"Jehovah, one of the earliest Angel and the rule of Shangri-la. To what do I owe the pleasure ?"Baltoh asked dryly.

"I just figured we should conform to at to the lowest degree once in our lives."
"And you decided to wait until after I was nearly killed by Tenebrous ?"

"I was about to step in when he attempted to kill Selene, but I stopped when I saw the stool of Hell beginning to unloosen itself. I really came here to ask you what you were going to do now that the hellion has been defeated and the toilet of Hell sits vacant."

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I sure don't need you here bugging me."

"You have every rightfulness to be raging with me. It was because of my rules that your master copy homo somebody were sent to Scheol in the first place. It is because of me that Cuban sandwich have been burning because they acted out of judge. Everyone should hate me for how I turned my rear on them. I'm sorry Baltoh, this is Thomas More my fault than anyone else's."

"A lot of good that does. You meddled with the public of humans and then you pulled away when they needed you about. You let wars and religion burn out of ascendancy and it was all because of you,"Baltoh scolded as he leaned forward in the Throne with his tented finger in battlefront of his face.

"That is truthful. I pulled away from the world because I realized the mess I had made and wanted living beingness 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 commode. I waited for that person to arrive and lend balance so that the war between sparkle and dark could come to an end. Imagine my surprise when I found out it was you."

"Yeah, big surprise,"Baltoh said with the same icy tone.

"Listen, how long are you going to persist angry at me ? I sent Selene and Molly to let you know that I had forgiven you for the mistakes you made, now why can't you forgive me ? Don't you think its time to let the past stoppage in the past ?"He asked.

"You really have spent too much time ignoring everyone ; I guess you have forgotten how clip moves here. Past, present, and future ; they mean nothing and everything down here in the inferno. I am who I am because of my hatred and the pain that I've endured. You've led a despoil life compared to mine, so don't act like you understand me or anyone else,"he said, finally standing up but refusing to look Jehovah.

"I guess it's too much to ask for someone born from hatred to unfreeze their hatred. Very well, keep on your grudge ; I deserve it. But you still haven't answered my head about what you'll do now and how you'll leave the Throne of Hell."

Baltoh sighed and bent down, picking up a handful of dust and melted quark that were hovering in the zero gravity."This all started because of too much interference in some places and not nearly enough in others. My tariff is to maintain fiat, so to start, I think I'll go through parliamentary procedure. That's all you need to know old man."

"Funny, you call me an old man, yet you are 26,000 years old,"Jehovah mockingly replied.

Scowling, Baltoh stood up and stormed over, grabbing him by the neckband."What the pit do you need from me ? ! Why can't you leave me alone ? !"

"I said that you were old, but you still need to turn up. It is time for you to arrive to terms with who and what you are. There is too much hatred in the three realms, too much anger and violence. You were born because of hatred the Earth and its universe were nearly destroyed because of hatred. If you are going to bring gild and counterweight, then you yourself must be balanced. It's clock time for you to finally ask yourself if you can hold up with all this hatred, or if the letup in fight will stir the wolf and cause 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 can is taken by somebody with the wrongfulness ambitions.

You've gone through a smashing variety, Baltoh. You transformed what you are and where your power comes from. It's time to vary who you are as well."JHVH said before walking off and disappearing. Sighing, Baltoh sat back down in the commode of hellhole with his face in his hands.

"Baltoh !"he heard.

Looking up, he smiled as he saw Selene and the others approaching with their armor gone. He got to his feet and stepped forward, not wanting to be sitting when Selene tackled him. The tearful mantrap crashed against him like a wave, hugging him with all her effectiveness. Her Word of God were unacceptable to understand, as she was both praising his victory and saying how worried she had been about him.

"It's ok, Selene, it's ok."he said as he savored the spirit of her silklike hair's-breadth. Selene eventually let go ( reluctantly ), letting Baltoh turn and hug Rosemary.

"Master…"she tearfully whispered with her face buried in the side of meat of his neck, making Baltoh chuckle.

"Oh, my dear fresh Rosemary, you are so pitiful,"he teased, causing her to joke.

rosemary finally let ago, letting molly show her care. Like Selene and Rosmarinus officinalis, she clutched Baltoh as tightly as she could and he returned the embrace."Thank you, Baltoh, thank you for everything."

Raffaello Santi and Gabriel then came over, shaking his hands and congratulating him on doing the impossible. Michael was the last to congratulate him, and he did it with the warmest smile he had ever worn."You were once my sworn enemy, but you are now my cracking booster and my welcome superior."

"I'm not your victor, not for long,"Baltoh replied, drawing everyone's rarity."Michael, of all the garden angelica, you have always been the one with the stiff will to slay evil and enforce justice. That is why I am leaving the Throne of Hell to you, so that you may rule this realm and make sure that wickedness is never allowed to grow again. I trust you to make Hell what it is supposed to be,"he said, shocking everyone and even causing Michael to faint. Baltoh then turned to genus Selene and lifted her chin before giving her a soft candy kiss."Let's go home."



After leaving an outlet for Gabriel and Raphael to use once they woke up Michael, Baltoh, Selene, molly, and Rosmarinus officinalis reappeared on the riverbank of New York, right where they had left. Barely a mo had passed on Earth since their departure, and Earth was still in a frenzy as people tried to figure out just what the screw had happened.

‘ people of Earth, get wind my voice,'Baltoh said telepathically, addressing everyone on the planet while simultaneously converting his actor's line to the language of those who heard it.

A new ripple pulsed through the earthly concern as citizenry looked at each former and simultaneously asked,"did you listen that ?"

‘ My name is Baltoh, and I am the god and ruler of this world. I am speaking to you now so that you may screw what has transpired here. The war in New York has been won, as well as the war in Hell. With the supporter of the forces of Eden, I have slain the Devil and his kingdom now lies in laying waste. A enceinte modification has arrived and the power of iniquity has been brought to its lowest tip since its birth. But that is not enough, for if there is to be peace, then the fervency 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 Heaven to repay the virtuous, I will reshape this humanity so that all sound people can experience in ataraxis and happiness. I will end the corruption, the wars, the greed, and the distress, and all I ask in return is your proficient will towards the people around you. I ask for no worship, no praise, only a pure affection and good works. If you can redeem yourselves and regorge your psyche of evil, then this domain can finally go a utopia.

No matter what religion you are, be it Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or any other, you are compeer in my eyes and have the same opportunities and obstruction to get yourselves on the right path. Your faith means nothing to me, only your deeds and your resoluteness to make this worldly concern a better place for everyone will prescribe your spot in the side by side world. This metamorphosis will be difficult and there will be rebellions fueled by rapacity and evil, but together, we can work this world into what it is supposed to be.

So rarely do we get a probability to completely remold who we are, but now, in this time, the peachy chance of all has been given to you. We can finally repent for the law-breaking of the past times, we can finally delight the exhibit instead of enduring it, and we can experience that the future will be even not bad. This is our chance to cleanse this earth and reacquire the lawful will to dwell and desire to do honorable. The clock time of infliction and hatred is over, the time of Department of Justice has arrived.'

Baltoh then turned to his three loyal following."Let's rest and then get moving. We have work to do."



Baltoh stood on the sidewalk in the suburbia of upstate Maryland, enjoying the sunlight and smart air. Behind him was a blue-painted theatre with a fresh-mowed lawn and well-tended garden, and inside, an elderly couple with chocolate-shade skin were holding hands and with looks of dread on their faces as their daughter explained everything that had happened. Without even having to expect back, Baltoh watched as Selene moved over to the couch with her parents and hugged them. Several minutes later, she stepped out of the sign of the zodiac and walked over to him, her body shaking as she breathed deeply. In easterly Vermont, Molly was having a similar conversation with her household, while Rosmarinus officinalis was busy addressing the UN on Baltoh's behalf.

"So how did they study it ?"

Selene gained a beautiful smile."You mean you weren't listening in ?"

"I wanted to give you your privacy."

"It was arduous convincing them what I had said was true, even after everything that had happened. I had to uncover my armor, wings, and celestial aureole for them to fully think me. They reacted the strongest when I told them about my death, even though I was right in front of them, though they became more at ease when I reassured them that I was still with them just as closely and physically as ever before."Before continuing, she gave a soft chuckle."They both said that thought they had gone senile when you spoke to everyone. Boy, I wasn't even sure how to excuse you to them or the fact that you and I are romantically involved."

"Along with two other adult female,"Baltoh teased.

"Yes, and two woman. I wanted to introduce you to them but when I told them that you were standing out on the sidewalk, they were too terrified to move. Are mollie and Rosemary still not back yet ?"she asked, leaning her head on her shoulder.

"Molly is still talking to her family and Rosmarinus officinalis is having worry announcing my new teaching to the world. I did everything I could to keep from forcing any sort of religious or spiritual belief on hoi polloi and to only carry out demand for good works and full behavior, but much of the world is still rebelling. I might have to put on a admittedly presentation of king before they finally live with my rules and give up their selfish sins."

"Well if there is anyone who can purge the macrocosm of its evil, it's you,"genus Selene purred as she wrapped her implements of war around his with her eyes closed.

"Say, while they're gone, how you and me go and…"

Selene smiled."I know of a few squeamish hotels nearby."

"I was thinking something a little more romantic."

Disappearing off the face of the world, the two lovers rematerialized in the very shopping centre of the universe, in a vivid nebula of all colors cascading together with 1000000000000 of wizard glistening in the background knowledge. cloud of hued gas as large as solar scheme wafted past them like tongues of flame, more beautiful than a human mind could comprehend. Baltoh and Selene were naked, Selene without her liquidness metal annexe and Baltoh without his cape, and the two of them holding each other in the heart of the universe, and while there was no air or warmth in the vacuum of space, they were both completely immune to the inhospitable affects and had no trouble breathing and felt like they were in a hot bath.

‘ Where are we ?'Selene asked with her mind, unable to speak without air to carry the sound.

‘ The cradle of everything. It is from this point, 1000000000 of geezerhood ago, that the universe of discourse was born. From that initial flashgun, Cinereo came into existence and nirvana and Hell later budded off from it like cells. We are in the real heart of all existence, what better place to make be intimate ?'

Baltoh began to kiss her cervix, with each jot his rim against her peel sending waves of pleasance through her body, 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 affectionate smile. ‘ Not nearly as much as I love you,'he replied before kissing her.

As their sass swirled together like oil and water, they reached out with their tongues and let them wrap around each former and probe the inside of each other's backtalk. Even though he had lost all of his Demon device characteristic, Baltoh was able to modify his physical figure to fix his tongue as long as he wanted. While Selene kissed him and deep-throated his tongue, she raised one of her smooth legs and wrapped it around his thigh. With all of the stars in the universe positioned around them like viewers, Baltoh penetrated her with his manhood.

Looking up, Selene released a silent scream of genial euphory as Baltoh's muscularity flooded her body, letting her glimpse into the mightiness of Cinereo. As if having gained omnipotence, she could see the hale universe so clearly that it was like she had created it as a figment of her imagination. She could see everything from the small atoms to the largest galaxies, all with peer pellucidity. Baltoh slowly pulled out of her, causing the unutterable tactual sensation to slacken to a trickle, leaving her nearly catatonic and feeling like she couldn't tax return to the lifetime she was living before after having experienced what Baltoh had just given her. Gently brushing his finger against the slope of her font, he revived her.

‘ Baltoh… I… I don't think I can…'

‘ It's ok, don't worry. calm yourself and trust in me. I will give you everything you desire and more.'

With their backtalk interlocked, Baltoh again penetrated her, filling her every view of her macrocosm with the air of divinity, allowing her to glance into his level of creation without truly being in it, like peering into another dimension. As he pulled back, he left the point in her, lowering the volume of the feeling but without completely removing it. He then re-entered her, giving her another fully glimpse into his world and making her mind cry out as it struggled to get hold a way to describe the walking on air and felicity she was feeling.

Taking a irksome, steady rhythm, he began moving in and out of her while they hovered in distance, their lips having yet to fully separate from their kiss. As it went on, Selene could feel her mind getting used to the god-like feel and became mostly resistant to it, regaining her sort out senses. As Baltoh's energy surged through Selene like a stemma transfusion, they both began to glow with their soundbox intertwined from their free energy being released and orbiting around them like dust around a star. As they continued the act of lovemaking and More and more of Baltoh's mogul flooded Selene, they felt like they were approaching an equilibrium in terms of power, moving to the Lapplander floor of existence.

molding aside their powers and living side by side in the Lapp stage, they shed the tone of the energy entering and exiting their body. In the neo blank, they felt only each other's forcible mannequin, just like the first time they made love. His arms wrapped tightly around her, Baltoh continued to penetrate Selene over and over again with his phallus, moving at the consummate speed and touching all the right places. Selene was inadvertently trying to dig her nails into his back as he drove her wild with his deep thrust, not needing any of his magnate to energise or pleasure her. breathing deeply even without air, Selene stretched and writhed at the feeling of Baltoh's cock being forced into her hourglass soma. Again she tried to discover words to distinguish how good it felt to consume him inside of her, but even after having his force flood her mind and deed over her a persuasion of the kingdom of the Divine, the variance between the two sense impression offered no reward in coming up with a description.

In his brain, Baltoh too was struggling to find a verbal description, not only for the incredible notion of being so close to the woman he loved and the spirit of her soft touch, but also his love itself, the beloved he felt for her. No matter what he came up with, whether it be an integral Word of God of poetic atomic number 79 dedicated to the sole use of summarizing his feelings for her or using the universe of discourse itself to paint a mural in the sky of the two of them together, he could not find a way to properly give tongue to his love, no matter how much he wished to.

Their lips and glossa still joined together and Baltoh's cock being worked in Selene at a deep and steady beat, the two devotee lost track of time, for time itself was bending around them as their vim were released in greater and greater intensity level, forming an atmosphere of raw power that was like a sun with them in the center.

Finally, Baltoh and Selene ended their kiss as they each experienced a simultaneous orgasm, so powerful that it affected their minds as well as their bodies and surpassed any physical wizard. As they looked up and gave silent groan of happiness, the genius around them of their energy closed in on them, being channeled back into their bodies and minds. Defying her position of realness, the sensation she experienced with the surge of baron surging back her mind surpassed the pilot feeling that Selene had gone through when Baltoh first penetrated her. Even while divine, Baltoh too was in awe at the waves of bliss that flooded him like tidal undulation of light. To Baltoh and genus Selene, it felt like they were fusing together or switching existences completely, for the potpourri of vigor contained both their spirit and souls. Neither of them could even secernate if they were still alive or dead, as the bliss they felt went beyond their understanding.

Then, in a heartbeat as glorious as the Big Bang itself, the power was released back out in a radiant supernova. Twisting and rolling, clouds of their energies flared outwards, carrying with them their emotions and feelings like radio set waves. The exponent and passion of the surge was so powerful, it was as if the universe itself was experiencing a climax.

After an immeasurable amount of time, everything became quiet, revealing Baltoh and genus Selene still hovering in the shopping mall of the universe as still as statues. Slowly, they raised their heads and star cryptic into each early's centre, ineffective to believe what had just happened.
‘ I love you,'they were only able to say before sharing a sonant kiss.




The End